Want some butter with that?

[Meme, Fic, Everything] I Live?

2008-08-19T22:24:02Z

Sort of. I'm writing and making my way through the list of stuff that needs to be written. Difficult because a lot of it is porn, and it's hard to write porn when you're out of practice =/

Still, DocV will get Sexy!Boostle, Ap will get lesbian nurse robot porn and everyone else will get everything that I said that I'd write up.

And we'll see about the SK fic. Because that's so horribly late that I'd be embarrassed to post it, but even horribly horribly late is better than never, right?

Pfft.

In any case, it feels odd and selfish to just be posting about being back from the dead, so how about a meme, a bit of unbeta'd fic, and some comics to download?

Meme

So, dytabytes, your LiveJournal reveals...

You are... 4% unique (blame, for example, your interest in kevin sydney) and 3% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy musicals). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

Your overall weirdness is: 50

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 89% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

Comics

Batman Hellboy and Starman in a Crossover of Epic Proportions!

Issue 1
Issue 2

Hellblazer

(A two-issue arc, then two one-shots. If people enjoy, I might put up one of the more fantastic five-issue arcs later.)

Issue 1
Issue 2
Issue 3
Issue 4

Nextwave: Agents of H.A.T.E.

(If you download nothing else, DOWNLOAD THIS COMIC. Seriously, where most comic books make use of deftly placed exposition and angst and character development and realism, Nextwave is a book of explosions, people kicking other people in the head, giant killer robots, snark, and all sorts of love, all strung together with the vaguest semblance of plot. It's wonderful.)

Issue 1: The Director's Cut
Issue 2: Aaron vs. Fin Fang Foom
Issue 3: Be Wary of Furry Purry Things
Issue 4: GIANT KILLER ROBOT
Issue 5: Drop bears and Pterodactyl and Samaurai, Oh My.
Issue 6: Nextwave kicks everyone's collective ass. That is all.

There are another 6 issues of Nextwave, but I'll put those up later maybe? Depends on whether or not anyone wants 'em =3

Fic!

(Okay, just a note: This is not beta'd fic. This is just... just the first thing I've written since ever because Elsa and Hellboy were bitching each other out in my head, and what was I supposed to do, ignore them?

By the way, it'll possibly make more sense if you know a little about the backstory of the three comic series above. I'm just sayin'.)

Elsa and Hellboy: BFF

"If this is the way a ride on your American transit system normally ends, I think I'll stick with the Tube, thanks."

"Oy! I mean, sure, I don't /use/ it much fer obvious reasons, but it's not like the whole 'monster running rampant through the tubes' happens all the time."

"Mm, of course."

"And, y'know, it's not like anyone forced ya to jump into the fight. If you'd followed everyone else outta the station, you coulda been havin' a coffee somewhere right now insteada being trapped down here with me."

"Pfft. They way you were talking, I /had/ to follow you and the hell hound. My honour was at stake. Anyway, I'd much rather be having a cuppa, and they don't make tea properly in America. Did you know that some batty child in a shop actually asked me if I wanted /milk/ in my Earl Grey? Honestly!"

"See, there you go picking on my country again. I mean, do you have something against America in particular? Some Yankee punk spit in your Cheerios last week? Also whaddya mean the way I was talking? I was tryin' to get people out of the way of the huge ravening hellhound, in case you didn't notice. It's not like I had time to write up some sorta fancy speech!"

"You said, and I quote, 'You'd better get out of the way, miss. Leave this to professionals like me.' Like I wasn't capable of dispatching a simple demonic construct!"

"Oh man, not the whole gender-equality thing! Ugh. Look, I wasn't saying that I'm better'n you because you're a chick, but you know, I'm /Hellboy/. Y'know, big red demon guy with a sledgehammer for a right hand. Miiiight be able to take a few more hits than you can. Just throwin' the thought out there."

"And I'm Elsa /Bloodstone/. Do you think I earned that name by smuggling illegal African jewels?! I'm in possession of superior strength, increased regenerative abilities and effectively /immortal/. I'm fairly sure that I'm your equal in the 'can take a few hits' department."

"Oh /man/, is this about the whole 'professional respect' thing? Seriously, how was I supposed to tell you were a monster hunter too? It's not like you had a big sign with flashing lights taped to your forehead, lady."

"I've got an arcane artifact wrapped about my throat, I'm carrying specialized weaponry designed for killing monsters, and I'm wearing a /trenchcoat/! If that doesn't register as 'monster hunter' on your rader, what /does/?"

"... Lady, you're wearin' a pretty necklace an' carryin' a /shovel/. That's not 'specialized weaponry', that's cleaning supplies!"

"Well /someone/ isn't as knowledgeable as they think they are. Consider this: a shovel is easily carried around in public, it's heavy and useful as a blunt object, and it carries quite an edge if you take the time to sharpen it. Almost better than a rifle and certainly more versatile than a sword. Additionally, I carry much /more/ in my armoury than just this."

"What, that guitar of yours? Which, by the way, is why I thought you were some sorta crazy rocker chick, not a member of the trenchcoat brigade."

"Hmm, you mean /this/ guitar?"

"Yeah, tha- Oh. Oooooh. That's /smart/, hidin'g yer guns in there like that. Nice quick-release catch too."

"People /do/ tend to go a little wonky if I simply wander around with a pair of Uzis strapped to my back. Which is odd, considering how loose you Americans are with firearms."

"...you did that just to spite me, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"Ragged on my homeland!"

"Me? Insult the great United States of America to get a rise out of the Hellboy? /Never/."

"Uh-huh."

"There's so many /other/ reasons to insult the United States."

"Look, I'm not gonna argue with you, because hey, nowhere's perfect... but it's my home, you know? Could you at least, I dunno, tone it down a little?"

"... Hn. If you /insist/."

"Yeah, I think I'm insisting here."

"Very well then."

"..."

"..."

"So whaddya load these babies with, anyway?"

"Bullets?"

"No, I mean, you got anything special? For the tough ones?"

"What, like silver-plated rounds dipped in holy water and blessed by a nun?"

"... Yeah, that kind of stuff."

"No, of course not. I operate on the policy that if you shoot it enough, it'll eventualy stop moving."

"Huh. That work for you?"

"Well I'm sitting here in the ruins of a subway tunnel instead of in a grave."

"You gotta point there."

"Oh, I usually do... Do you smell that?"

"You mean the eau de hellhound that's wafting from down thataway or your perfume? I like the cinnamon by the way. Adds a nice touch."

"I meant the hellfire and brimstone stench that's been floating on the breeze, but thanks... the cinnamon's the smell of my bootshine, though. I don't wear scents."

"Huh. Didn't realize you could /get/ bootshine that didn't smell like crud."

"It's an old family recipe that keeps the leather supple for longer."

"Yeah? Maybe I could get it from you?"

"Perhaps /after/ we rid ourselves of the slobbering fiends dashing towards us?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Ooooof. Off we go!"

"Hold up! Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'ladies first'?"

"I thought you didn't want me treating you special 'cause you've got girly bits."

"Hmm. Touche."

~

An Improbable Epilogue:

"And that, darling boy, is the story of my time in America."

"But... mother, you said that I was named after my father!"

"You are."

"But Hellboy's name is /Hellboy/. I /can't/ be named after him!"

"Abraham, darling, I said you were concieved in America. I never said your father was /Hellboy/. Now go to bed. We're battling demons of the fifth circle of hell tomorrow and you need your sleep."

And that, my friends, is all that I've got right now. I'd promise more later, but I don't want to be caught lying.

[Fic] Accidentally In Love (50 Sentences for Ratchet and Wheeljack)

2008-06-20T18:35:49Z

Finished a while ago and posted f-locked previously until now because it hadn't been officially accepted by 1sentence. Eheh.

Title: Accidentally In Love (50 sentences for Ratchet and Wheeljack)
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Ratchet/Wheeljack
Theme Set: Beta
Rating: PG-13 for robots in relationships. Oh, you think I jest.

These lines of lightning mean we're never alone

[Fic] Water Can't Hurt

2008-06-13T17:46:20Z

Eheh. Still not back from hiatus quite yet, but this is a special occasion!

Title: Water Can't Hurt
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters: Booster Gold (Michael Carter), Blue Beetle II (Ted Kord)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Story Summary: A double-drabble inspired by the idea 'Water can't harm beautiful men'. For the boostle anniversary =D!

They're running through the rain, with Booster dragging Ted along by the hand as they sprint through the wet grass of the park, trying to find shelter from the downpour. Ted can feel water soaking through his running shoes and seeping up the bottoms of his slightly-too-long jeans, but right now, he can't find it in himself to care. He's too goddamn happy. Booster's hand is wrapped around his own and he's alive, alive.

There's a happy cry from Booster and all of a sudden Ted's being spun around. He yelps in surprise, but then he realizes all at once that leaves are rustling over head and the rain has slackened and he's pressed up against Booster's chest, looking up at the crazily smug grin of his best friend in the world. And how are you supposed to see a smile like that and not smile back?

Ted reaches up to smooth Booster's bangs off of his forehead at the same time as Booster wraps his arms a little more comfortably around Ted's back. Slowly, Ted leans forward, lips parting and heat rising up his neck, then pauses, a silent question on his face. Booster answers by closing the distance.

They kiss.

I know that we can fly if we're dancing in the rain

[Spring Kink] Possessive

2008-06-12T06:05:22Z

Title: Possessive
Author: dytabytes
Rating: R
Warnings: Mech!sex
Word count: 630
Prompt: Thundercracker/Skywarp: possessiveness - He took great pride in the fact that the others could look all they wanted, but no matter what, Skywarp was his alone.
Summary: Thundercracker and Skywarp interface. Seriously, there's no plot here guys.

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[Spring Kink] Spring Fever

2008-06-07T23:23:15Z

Title: Spring Fever
Author: dytabytes
Rating: T
Warnings: Cassettes being retards. (Did you even need a warning for that?)
Word count: 1032
Prompt: Any/All cassettes: orgy inside Soundwave's chest - As the noise escalated and he caught the attention of every mech in the meeting, all Soundwave could do was stare at the table in utter mortification.
Summary: Ratbat learns about 'biology' the hard way.

AN: Thanks to finchesenroute for beta-ing. Also sorry, original prompter. I'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind, but... hopefully it'll still be amusing?

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[Spring Kink] Groundbound

2008-06-07T04:07:00Z

Title: Groundbound
Author: dytabytes
Rating: Light R/Hard T
Warnings: Mech sex, sort-of-incest if you think of gestalt members as siblings
Word count: 1050
Prompt: Any Aerialbot or combination of them/Fireflight - bondage; restrained and helpless - "I trust you"
Summary: Silverbolt will do what it takes to keep his wingmate safe and sane.

AN: Originally, this was going to be a set of four ficlets with Fireflight paired with each of the Aerialbots. Then I wrote this first 'part' and it blew up into a fic of epic sized proportions. The other three ~~may~~ (oh who'm I kidding) will be posted at some point here, so keep watching?

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[Spring Kink] Topping the Chain of Command

2008-06-06T06:16:05Z

Title: Topping the Chain of Command
Author: dytabytes
Rating: Light R/Hard T
Warnings: Mech sex and some naughty language.
Word count: 782
Prompt: Starscream/Megatron: power struggles - Starscream finally one-ups Megatron
Summary: How did a traitorous mech like Starscream become second-in-command of the Decepticons?

AN: Thanks to finchesenroute for betaing!

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[Fic] Accidentally In Love (50 Sentences for Ratchet and Wheeljack)

2008-06-05T19:56:12Z

No, I'm not really here. It's just a hallucination <3 I'll be back in July! However, I needed to do /something/ other than SK porn, and sentences are easy to write...

I'll probably do some for Chromia some time, but after that... I dunno. Any requests? (Do people even /like/ sentence!fic?)

~

Title: Accidentally In Love
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Ratchet/Wheeljack
Theme Set: Beta
Rating: PG-13 for robots in relationships.

#01 - Walking: Sometimes Ratchet thought that Wheeljack had only two settings: completely immobile (as he tinkered with his experiments) or full speed ahead (when his experiments inevitably exploded), as walking never seemed to factor into the equation.

#02 - Waltz: Ratchet sighs and rolls his eyes, but nevertheless, he smiles as Wheeljack laughingly pulls him into an impromptu waltz in the middle of the empty medbay.

#03 - Wishes: Ratchet hopes against all hope that he and Wheeljack can survive to see the end of the war, and it never occurs to him to ask why Wheeljack, of all mechs, is part of his dream of the future.

#04 - Wonder: As he taps his stylus against his datapad, Jazz idly wonders whether Ratchet or Wheeljack have realized yet that they've been flirting with each other for over a millenium now.

#05 - Worry: It's Ratchet's duty to worry about the health of the rest of the citizens of the Ark, but at the end of the day, it's Wheeljack who makes sure that Ratchet is in good condition to do so.

#06 - Whimsy: Ratchet believes that the Dinobots are a failed project even before they've been started, but... one look at the whimsical glint in Wheeljack's eyes convinces him to help anyway.

#07 - Waste/Wasteland: As Wheeljack gazes at the scorched expanse of dirt that used to be a field, he turns to Ratchet and he laughingly notes, "Didn't I tell you that the flamethrowers would be useful?"

#08 - Whiskey and Rum: As he is patching up Wheeljack's cracked and singed windshield, Ratchet very firmly lays down the law: Wheeljack is never to experiment with human intoxicants ever again.

#09 - War: When Wheeljack notices how exhausted Ratchet has been lately, he quietly declares preemptive war on the Twins (and in the end, they never figured out how all of their belongings got welded to the ceiling).

#10 - Weddings: When Wheeljack was the one to catch the bouquet at Spike and Carly's wedding, people chuckled (he'd thought she had accidentally flung it away), but then the sling-shotted garter got well and truly tangled in Ratchet's chevron and things moved into the realm of the bizzare.

#11 - Birthday: Wheeljack's memory for such mundane things as names and dates is like a sieve, which is why Ratchet is so surprised to find a birthday card (only slightly soot-smudged!) tucked under his door at the end of the day.

#12 - Blessing: Wheeljack's fast asleep and slumped over on Ratchet's shoulder, but in spite of the crick in his shoulders, Ratchet can't help but notice how much the warmth of Wheeljack's body on his back feels like a benediction.

#13 - Bias: "Jack, if you raise the bias on this circuit anymore it'll blow, and when it does, don't you dare come crying to me to fix your dents!"

#14 - Burning: Of course, when a soot-covered Jack stumbles into the med bay, Ratchet sighs and soothes his singes anyway.

#15 - Breathing: It's amazing how comforting it is to listen to the slow whir of Ratchet's intakes as he does his paperwork.

#16 - Breaking: There's tension rising between Ratchet and Wheeljack and it's moving faster and faster towards the breaking point, even if neither of them has noticed it yet.

#17 - Belief: When a freshly-exploded and punch-drunk Wheeljack murmurs, "You'll always know just how to make it better", Ratchet thinks he feels something break inside his spark.

#18 - Balloon: "I don't care if helium is less dense than air, if you try to float using one of those balloons and fall, I'm going to kill you!"

#19 - Balcony: Wheeljack sits on one of the balcony-like ledges of the cliffs, smiling as he watches Ratchet howl and barrel after the twins.

#20 - Bane: "You, Wheeljack, are the bane of my existence."

#21 - Quiet: When Wheeljack's away, the Ark's too quiet; Ratchet needs the distraction of regular explosions to concentrate.

#22 - Quirks: When he really, really needs to work, Wheeljack puts his most treasured, secret sound clip on loop: the rumble of Ratchet's engine as he sleeps (he pretends it's just the rhythmic purr that relaxes him).

#23 - Question: Ratchet never asks Wheeljack to stop working with explosives and Wheeljack never suggests that maybe Ratchet should stay in the medbay and off of the battlefield (Sometimes love is not in the words, but in the silences).

#24 - Quarrel: "Wheeljack, I don't think that a crossbow is going to be useful to anyone, especially not one with explosive-tipped ammunition."

#25 - Quitting: When Ratchet leaves his post in Cybertron in order to join the Ark's crew, Wheeljack starts writing up his own letter of resignation.

#26 - Jump: Ratchet pokes at Wheeljack's newest invention, unable to believe that he other mech has actually created something that has absolutely no chance of blowing up (a trampoline, after all, is nothing more than cleverly crafted metal and rubber).

#27 - Jester: Sometimes Wheeljack thinks the only reason why the Autobots keep him is because his failures are amusing, but then Ratchet throws broken medical equipment at him and tells him to stop moping (Wheeljack always feels better when he's fixing something).

#28 - Jousting: Jousting was a human sport, but that didn't stop Wheeljack from trying to adapt it to Cybertronian terms (Skyfire was not impressed with the idea of a saddle).

#29 - Jewel: When Ratchet (battered and dinged up with dried energon from the battlefield crusted on his sides) finally onlines with a groan, Wheeljack doesn't compare his optics to jewels, but he's relieved nonetheless.

#30 - Just: Since Wheeljack was hugging the life out of him anyway, Ratchet figured he may as well return the favour.

#31 - Smirk: After finding themselves locked in a closet together (and Ratchet would have to remind the twins not to be so cliche later) he and Wheeljack locked gazes, smirked, then proceeded to make loud, annoying interface noises and bang on the walls just to piss people off.

#32 - Sorrow: Wheeljack is surprised at how melancholy he feels when he thinks of Ratchet finding a bondmate (shouldn't he be happy for his friend?).

#33 - Stupidity: Jazz notices Wheeljack's new awkwardness around Ratchet and smirks (perhaps the engineer is not quite as clueless as Jazz thought he was).

#34 - Serenade: When Wheeljack finally gets up the courage to ask Ratchet on a date, it's because the Beatles are serenading him over the radio (don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her)

#35 - Sarcasm: "What, you've never seen two mechs holding hands before, rust bucket?"

#36 - Sordid: The sordid tales of Ratchet and Wheeljack's sexual exploits circle the Ark quickly, which is surprising considering that they haven't even gotten past first base yet.

#37 - Soliloquy: When Ratchet gets tired of hearing Wheeljack mutter equations to himself, he still quiets him with a whack to the back of the head (what you thought he'd use a kiss when physical trauma works just as well?)

#38 - Sojourn: Wheeljack and Ratchet planned a vacation together as a sort of honeymoon, got about 2 hours away from the Ark, then promptly got stuck in a freak attack by Decepticons (they spent the rest of their week off locked in Ratchet's quarters).

#39 - Share: Ratchet never asks Wheeljack about the reason for his battlemask, but Wheeljack gives the information freely anyway.

#40 - Solitary: Sometimes Ratchet needs alone time to think, but sometimes he'd rather not be alone (that's why Wheeljack's always got a few cubes of high-grade ready)

#41 - Nowhere: Ratchet worries that their relationship isn't going anywhere fast, but Wheeljack just smiles and murmers, "I'd go nowhere with you any time."

#42 - Neutral: Wheeljack never tells Ratchet, but he'd have been happy to be a neutral in the war (he doesn't regret his choice, though, not ever).

#43 - Nuance: Ratchet's the only one who can accurately translate the slight change in the shade of Wheeljack's resonators into phrases like, "I'm really happy!" or "I don't wanna talk to you" or "Can we have sex now?".

#44 - Near: Sometimes Ratchet and Wheeljack talk, sometimes they kiss, sometimes they interface as if the very act of interface were about to be banned and sometimes they simply hold each other, reveling in the fact that the other is nearby.

#45 - Natural: The act of taking Wheeljack's hand in his own is so very natural to Ratchet that he doesn't even remember doing it (he only realizes this when he and Jack have to go down different corridors and find themselves inexplicably halted in their tracks).

#46 - Horizon: Ratchet only half-heartedly watches the hero of the film ride off into the sunset, since it's much more interesting to watch Wheeljack snort sleepily and try to bury himself into Ratchet's lap.

#47 - Valiant: "I don't want you to be a hero, Jack, I want you to come home at the end of the day!"

#48 - Virtuous: "I'll give you a score of ten for that performance, Ratch, but, seriously, you don't have to go to such troubles to protect my virtue... after all, I'm an engineer, and everyone knows that we have the /best/ parties."

#49 - Victory: Every time he onlines and feels Ratchet's warmth by his side, Wheeljack feels like he's just won the game.

#50 - Defeat: Ratchet knows that Wheeljack stole his heart long ago, but he's a gracious loser (especially when the consolation prize is such a nice one).

[Sprink Kink] Reflection

2008-06-03T04:52:48Z

Title: Reflection
Author: dytabytes
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 470
Prompt: Transformers G1: Skyfire/Starscream -rekindling past love- “Whatever we deny or regret/for worse or for better/we belong together.”
Summary: Starscream and Skyfire resolve some past differences

A/N: Again, thanks to various people for betaing. I'm pretty sure systemscrash and frozenlullaby are on the list, but there are almost certainly more. Thanks for putting up with my stupidity guys!

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[Spring Kink] Celestial Bodies

2008-06-03T01:44:41Z

I'm going to be putting up links to springkink posts for archival purposes. Sorry if you're getting spammed ^^;

Title: Celestial Bodies
Author: dytabytes
Rating: PG
Word count: 595
Prompt: Transformers, Optimus Prime/Elita One: outdoors - My whole existence is flawed/You bring me closer to God.
Summary: Optimus and Elita on the night before the Ark leaves Cybertron
A/N: It started out as fluffy, then morphed into one giant scene of epic romance. Forgive me.

Also: Thanks to finchesenroute and beckyh2112 and all the people who beta'd for me! (I know that I'm probably forgetting names here because I have the memory of a mentally challenged fruit fly, and I apologize in advance for that)

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My Apologies...

2008-05-21T04:10:01Z

Lodged
by Robert Frost

The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged -- though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

I'm going off, don't know when I'll be back, but I can't sustain the pressures of life and fandom together. I'll finish my springkink fic and post 'em, but other than that, if you see me around online, well, that's a hallucination of yours.

Sorry Cat and Crash for leaving you hanging with the RP, I'm sure you'll do a very good job of keeping it going.

Sorry CT people, I know I said I was back, but apparently I'm not. Aki? Di? Random strangers? If you see this, can you tell the CT people who won't (and I'm sure there are many) that I won't be around?

Sorry everyone else that I won't be seeing because I'm a stupid douche who can't multitask.

tl;dr Good bye and ~~thanks for all the fish~~ ~~maybe I'll have more fish later~~ thank you.

[Meme] Three Character Meme: OxyMorons

2008-05-09T18:12:43Z

It's all systemscrash's fault. She told me about it, I had half an hour, doodling commenced... and then I got home and spent 3 hours prettifying things.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (this be my crappy DevArt account because photobucket shrinks it horribly)

[Human!TF] Taking Care

2008-05-08T01:12:43Z

This is the first fic I've actually written in god knows how long. It's not from my list of things to do, and for this, I apologise to those I owe fic to. I have amazingly stubborn writer's block and the only reason why this fic got written at all was because... well because I had 3 hours of time on the bus, the song "Four Minutes" on loop, and the image of a man's hands sliding up the curve of a woman's waist to cup her breasts. Not only that, but I had great help from my friends. THANKS GUYS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Now onto the actual fic info...

Title: Organic Life (Issue 14)- Taking Care
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Inferno/Firestar/Red Alert (In no particular order)
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Behind a good man there stands a good woman. This same rule applies to a certain pair of men...

AN: Since this is an AU, characters will be referred to by 'human' names (duh). Firestar's human equivalent is named Fiona. Inferno and Red are referred to by their 'nicknames' simply because they hate their given ones. Seriously, who would go around willingly referring to themselves by a name like Dante? Certainly not Inferno. And we won't even /discuss/ Red's name. (Yes, there actually are people IRL who get stuck with really dumb names. Not everyone gets a name that fits their personality ^^;)

After having left the house at 6 o'clock in the morning in order to get to the office on time, Fiona is overjoyed to be home at last. With a great sigh, she pulls off her high-heels (Fiona hated having to scrub dirt out of the carpet) and minces into the kitchen where she immediately grabs a muffin and a Coke before slinging herself into a chair.

Mm, heaven. The office had been crazy (it always was during tax season), and Prowl had been particularly... prowly today.

//Poor man probably doesn't get any sleep at all 'round now. Sucks to be him. I don't think he has anyone to go home to at night, though.//

And Fiona suddenly realizes that she hasn't heard a thing from either of her boys since this morning when Red had drowsily grabbed at her arm and tried to pull her back into bed. She pops the last of her muffin into her mouth and grabs her Coke, wandering into the living room to search for signs of her companions.

//Aha!//

A note lies on the coffee table, unsigned but scribbled in Inferno's uniquely blocky printing.

“RED'S GONE AND I'M OFF TO WORK TOO. WE'LL BE HOME LATE, SO DON'T WAIT UP.”

The note's capped off by a little doodly heart and Fiona smiles to herself. Silly boys, trying to be all noble and protective by sending her off to bed. After all, 'home late' is Inferno-talk for 'graveyard-shift'.

Fiona folds the note in half (it'll be saved with the rest of Inferno's 'love letters' in a locked box under her shoe rack), then saunters off to the bedroom. She's going to have to prepare for tonight, but she'll be damned if she isn't going to change out of her stockings first. It won't do to put a run in them.

~

Midnight had come and passed long before the hum of the garage door alerts Fiona to her boys' return. Red and Inferno stumble through the front door with all the delicacy of a herd of elephants trying to tiptoe through a garden patch. There's obvious care being taken to be quiet but honestly, with the muttered cursing and muffled thumps, the two men's efforts aren't very effective at all.

Fiona rolls her eyes to the heavens and laughs softly. She sets her book aside and swiftly strides into the little 'front hall' of their home, flicking on the lights as she enters. Inferno is seated on a bench, battling with (and losing to) his shoelaces, while Red is listlessly leaning against the wall as he slowly removes his coat. Both men freeze when they see Fiona standing in the hall. They wear matching guilty looks and resemble nothing more than a pair of gaping fish. Fiona just chuckles and kneels down in from of Inferno.

“C'mon, lemme help you with that, tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in.”

There is a brief flurry of activity as Fiona somehow undoes Inferno's laces with the nimble dexterity of the well-practiced, helps Red get his coat and boots off, then sweeps the two of them into the living room within a matter of minutes. As she does so, she watches her boys carefully. They loved their jobs, sure, but working in emergency services like they did, Fiona couldn't help worrying. As a firefighter, Inferno runs around all the time and is almost always dead on his feet after a long shift on-call, but it's Red who worries her the most. He isn't in physical danger as an emergency dispatcher, but his stress levels go through the roof.

//He's just so passionate about getting things done right and saving lives and... a little too high-strung, I guess. And it's not like Inferno helps much. He's exactly the same with all the heroics and the self-sacrificing. Honestly!//

Well, good thing that she's there to take care of the both of them, then.

With both hands on his shoulders, Fiona deftly sits a dazed-looking Red down onto the couch. She kisses him on the forehead, then playfully pushes Inferno over as well before laying a kiss on the crown of his head as well.

“Now you two sit tight and relax. I'm going to go get the cocoa. It won't take more than a minute or two.”

~

When she returns, tray in hand, she sees that Inferno's arm is draped across the back of the couch and his head is leaned on Red's shoulder. She smiles (the scene's cute from behind), but her grin fades when she comes around to the front of the couch. Both men look drawn and pale, but neither looks like they'll be actually sleeping any time soon.

Inferno seems to hear her unspoken question and lifts his head up for a moment, smiling lopsidedly.

“Too wired t' fall asleep.”

His accent is pronounced (it always is when he's tired), but somehow Fiona manages to sort it out as she sets the cocoa on the table and passes mugs out.

“I gotcha.”

The three of them sit in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping at their drinks and basking in each other's company. Something's wrong with this situation, though, and finally Fiona figures out what: it's Red. Fidgety, fussy, always-on-the-move Red hasn't budged an inch ever since she sat him down on the couch. He's not tapping rhythms on his leg or tracing designs on the table or even lacing his fingers through Inferno's. His hands lie limp and listless in his lap.

Fiona gets up from her armchair (And it is hers. She's the only one that uses it because it's too small for the boys to sprawl on) and moves around the coffee table. She sets herself down on the arm of the couch, just beside Red. Fiona slides her fingers over the line of Red's jaw, cupping his cheek in her palm before turning his head so that they're face to face. Her blue-eyed gaze is warm, but worried.

“Red, what's wrong?”

He wrings his hands together as he meets her gaze.

“I... Are you sure you want to know, Fi?”

A chill of something (fear? worry? premonition?) runs down Fiona's back. It's something bad, then, if Red doesn't want to talk. She leans in to kiss his temple.

“I wouldn't ask if I didn't, Red.”

Red gets a distant look and his gaze seems unfocussed as he stares off into the distance and recalls the day's events.

“There was a little girl who called in today. It was a house fire of some sort- I didn't get all the details of what happened, but...”

Red's ashen-faced as he starts to work himself up into a panic. His grip on the arm of the sofa is white-knuckled and he's starting to hyperventilate. Inferno's head shifts slightly as the brunet turns and pulls back a little to give Red some breathing space.

“She- She asked me if I was going to save her Mummy, Fi. That little girl couldn't have been older than six... she sounded so young... so young and- and I couldn't do anything, couldn't-”

He breaks off, unable to continue speaking. There's a tense, almost tangible feeling of stress wrapped around him and his head hangs low. Fiona is somehow reminded of a race horse that's just finished a grueling sprint, sides heaving and head drooping as it sways on its feet and struggles to stay conscious. She makes a soft sound that's more than a hum and not quite a sigh as she wraps her arms around Red's shoulders, holding him tightly to her chest as she cradles his head under her chin and rubs his back soothingly.

“Shhh, let it out, Red. I'm here and Inferno's here. Can't you feel us near to you? We'll always have your back, hot stuff. We love you. Just let it all out...”

Red shivers, a full-body shudder that visibly runs down his body, then buries his face into Fiona's shoulder, clutching at her with frantic desperation as the his soft gasping sobs make his body shake. As she murmurs soft soothing nonsense into Red's hair, Fiona hears a rustle of fabric; Inferno's slipped out of Red's lap and he's pulling his arms around the both of them. To make things easier for Inferno (who was less than well-coordinated when tired) Fiona slides off of the arm of the chair and into Red's lap.

They curl up together and stay like that for a very long while, murmuring and cuddling and loving.

Red makes the first move forward as he pulls Fiona in close and presses his lips to hers. There's a quiet, shaking desperation to his actions. He wants to be reminded that he's still here, still alive, still wanted. Fiona kisses back, languidly draping her arms around his neck. With a bright smile, she wriggles and shifts to change her position so that she's straddling his thighs. Softly, she purrs into his ear.

“Mm, have I told you that I love you yet, today?”

Red chuckles softly.

“Well, not today, no.”

“Ah, I'll have to fix that then. Love ya, Red.”

The two blondes smile at each other, then Red's gaze slowly starts to rise up, guiltily coming to rest somewhere above her eyes. When Fiona realizes what's caught Red's attention, she laughs and sits back a little, grabbing Red's hands and moving them up to the long, braid of hair that's wrapped into a stylish knot at the back of her head.

“I know you like taking it down.”

Even though he blushes, Red's eyes light up and his smile has a certain childish glee as he slowly pulls out the hair-bands and chopsticks (Inferno takes them and sets them aside on the coffee table. Fiona hates losing her hair things.)

“It's just so soft and silky. I like the way it feels.”

“Hmm, it 'd better be. I certainly spend enough time on hair products to keep it nice.”

Freed from its confines, Fiona's hair is a long white-blonde cascade that falls down to just below her shoulder-blades. She closes her eyes as Red brushes her bangs out of her face, reveling in the feeling of his fingers running over her scalp and through her hair. He takes the opportunity to kiss her again and she moans happily deep in her throat as he sucks at her lower lip.

So enamoured is she with the sensations Red is producing that she's startled when Inferno laughs softly from somewhere behind her. Somehow he'd managed to get up off the couch and move around without her noticing.

“You two make the prettiest couple.”

Fiona breaks the kiss and turns her head, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

Inferno's bass rumble tickles Fiona's ear as he leans in to touch her.

“Well you're my two favourite people in the world and I love you.”

His palms settle on the flare of her hips for just a moment, then they rise. With one smooth movement, those clever hands slip under the hem of her thin night shirt. They glide up over the curve of her waist and caress her ribcage before cupping the swell of her breasts with gentle reverence.

“Of course I like seeing you happy.”

Fiona can feel Inferno's chest pressed up against her, feel the heat from his body sinking into her skin, and she's glad that she decided not to wear a bra tonight It would have only gotten in the way. She arches her back, pressing her shoulders back into that warm welcoming heat even as she pushes forward into his touch. She breathes in his warm scent and, for a moment, his presence surrounds her completely. He is her world and she is his.

Then, as if from somewhere far away, Red murmurs something unintelligible. He leans in over Fiona's shoulder to capture Inferno's lips. As does so, he grinds his hips up into Fiona, who's straddling his lap. Pleasure shocks through her body, making her gasp, then she grins and slyly starts fiddling with Red's pants in retaliation. He shudders and bites his lip when she rubs his erection with her hand.

“Nng! Oh yesssss...!”

When Red cries out, Inferno chuckles and presses a kiss to the nape of Fiona's neck. She can feel his arousal digging into the curve of her rear. Playfully, she rubs back against him and she grins wide when his voice cracks.

“M-maybe 's time ta move this to the bedroom, guys? Not that I've got anythin' against the couch, but last time we did it out here, someone had a hissy fit 'bout dry cleanin' the cushions.”

Inferno and Red share a look of amusement as Fiona rolls her eyes at them.

“Men! Honestly, sometimes I don't know why I put up with you two!”

Red just laughs and stands, grabbing Fiona's rear and lifting so that he can carry her. Fiona plays along with his macho act, shaking her head and giggling. She wraps her legs around Red's waist as he and Inferno somehow muster the energy to run over to the bedroom. As she tumbles onto the bed with a laughing man on either side, Fiona thinks that she must be the luckiest girl in the world.

Then Inferno does that thing with his tongue and she stops thinking altogether.

~

Fiona called in sick the next (same?) day. Prowl and tax season be damned, she wasn't going to even try driving after having been up for 24 hours straight. It was time for sleep now, thank you.

[RL Matters] Missing Toast

2008-04-22T13:50:56Z

Will make this short: Limited/no internet access for an unknown amount of time. Apologies to those who might need me, will try to be back in time for Friday D=

Cat: So so so sorry about being missing and not being able to pimp the comm to other places. forgive me? ~~*was /also/ hoping for a Prowl and twins to harass/be harassed by among other things D=*~~

If more details are needed, e-mail me!

So sorry!

[TF] Pimping

2008-04-19T05:08:13Z

Sorry for the sort-of-spam guys, but frozenlullaby and I are starting up an RP comm and I thought I'd ... pimp it out here?

It's OMG!Transformers, based in G1 just before the movie. It's an OMG comm which means that the catalyst that starts the plot off is as follows: A big explosion occurred, creating some sort of dimensional rift. Because of the rift, alternate universe versions of 'canon' characters are coming through. These 'OOC' beings are physically clones of 'IC' characters, but their personalities are completely opposite in some ways. For example, where IC!Shockwave bows and scrapes and is generally a Megatron fanboy, OOC!Shockwave might be the most traitorous Decepticon since IC!Starscream. Alternately, OOC!Shockwave might be a fanboy still, only one for Optimus Prime. There's many ways an OOC!character can be made OOC, so we encourage you to think up an interesting one!

That isn't to say that we're not looking for IC characters.

In fact... well, the comm's not open yet XD We've accepted a few chars, but mostly we need just about everyone.

In particular, I'm looking for a good IC!Ratchet who doesn't mind the possibility of Wheeljack/Ratchet? (I play Wheeljack).

*coughs*

Anyway, if you're interested, drop me a line or something, and we'll get you set up! We're really rather easygoing people (we're capslockers, what do you expect) and we hope that when we open on the 25th, things'll run smooth =D!

[Fic/Meme] 28 OxyMorons?

2008-04-14T21:18:41Z

Distract me please.

1 Naughty: childofatlantis
2 Happy
3 Silly
4 Angsty: akisawana
5 On Vacation
6 Horny
7 Transforming
8 Excited
9 Book Reading: crystal_sun396
10 Dancing: bluepard
11 Jealous: systemscrash
12 Turned On
13 Caring
14 On his/her/their knees: zangetsugirl
15 Obedient/Submissive
16 Dominant
117 Naïve
18 Drinking (energon)
19 Greedy
20 Daring
21 At the Beach: finchesenroute
22 Bath Time: akisawana
23 Disheveled
24 Exhausted: systemscrash
25 Helpful
26 Kickass: frozenlullaby
27 Playing with Kids: clankclankboom (ClankClank)
28 Protective: zangetsugirl

[Fic] Mating Dance

2008-04-12T05:36:27Z

Title: Mating Dance
Fandom: Transformers Movie (2007)
Characters: Ironhide/Chromia
Prompt: 11. Watch your step
Word Count: 225
Rating: PG-13

"Get back here, you slag-headed idiot!"

Ironhide scrambles across the field as Chromia screeches and sprints after him. He tears up clods of sod as he runs, but his frantic efforts are in vain as he's tackled to the ground by his bonded.

Chromia's optics are narrowed as she straddles Ironhide's hips, pressing her fingers into the black metal of his shoulder as she hisses.

"What did you think you were doing, Ironhide?"

Ironhide grins up at her nervously.

"Ah... tuning up your rifle?"

Chromia leans in close, snarling.

"Damnit, Hide, no one touches my weapons but me."

Something about her posture softens, though, and her engine purrs, causing Ironhide's to rev in response.

"But if you give me back my gun, maybe I'll let you help me with a different kind of ... tune up."

Ironhide grins and pulls his mate's rifle from his subspace. She accepts it, sensually running her hands down the long barrel before cradling it to her chest. Ironhide's hands then move in a similar way, running down Chromia's sides to rest on her waist before pulling her down to him. She smiles, subspacing her rifle as she leans down to kiss him aggressively.

The rest of the bright spring morning is filled with the sound of creaking metal and moaning until Ratchet snaps and screams at them to get off the training grounds and get a room.

[Fic] All's Fair In

2008-04-08T04:02:38Z

Title: All's Fair In
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Jazz/Prowl in a way
Rating: PG-13
Story Summary: Love isn't always romantic or true. Sometimes it is manufactured in origin. Does that make it any less real?

Brightly painted pinwheels spun in the wind, fluttering in a blur of vivid shades of purples and greens and blues as the sun shone warmly.

Prowl held tightly to his lover's hand, gazing around dispassionately.

"Jazz, I should be working on mission reports, not gallivanting about at a- a fun fair!"

He glared disapprovingly at his companion. Jazz just shrugged it off and grinned.

"Hey, chill out, Prowl! It's just a little break! Primus knows ya need one, ya workaholic!"

Prowl rolled his eyes, but smiled ever so slightly as he let Jazz drag him around the booths.

"Fine, but only because it is my job to keep you out of trouble."

~

You approach the head of your unit, bowing your head in a respectful nod.

"Designate Monochrome."

"Yes, sir."

"Your mission this time is to be long-term and ... specialized."

You nod, knowing that this kind of assignment was inevitable.

"There is a mech in a position of power. He's currently stable, but we wish to ensure his continued mental health."

Another nod and you accept the photos, memorizing the new target's looks as you wait for your handler to finish speaking. He's a handsome mech, but what really catches your attention is his rank in relation to the Prime.

"How am I supposed to get in contact with him?"

"Well, a position has just opened up..."

~

Jazz was strolling through the hallways of his new home: the Ark. It was strange to finally be at the head of his unit, although really, he should have expected it. Saboteurs never stayed in the same place for very long at all. It wasn't in their programming to settle down.

"Er, excuse me? Excuse me?"

Jazz's head jerked around as he was surprised out of his reverie. A black and white mech was coming towards him, gaze lowered in embarrassment.

"I just transferred to this post from Iacon and ... well, I seem to have gotten lost on my way to the security center."

Jazz smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Well, I'm actually new here as well," the mech's door-wings slumped ever so slightly with disappointment and Jazz hastily continued, "but I'd be happy to look around with ya!"

A hesitant smile made its way across the stranger's face.

"I would appreciate that very much- Ah! My apologies, I didn't catch your name...?"

"Oh! The name's Jazz! I'm the new head of Special Ops. What's your name, my mech?"

Jazz grinned winningly and held out a hand. The other chuckled and accepted it. His grip was firm and confident as he replied.

"My name is Prowl. I am the new military strategist for this ship." Prowl paused, then continued. "It is nice to meet you, Jazz."

"Same here! And hey," Jazz slung an arm around Prowl's shoulder as they started walking down the hall together, "I'm lookin' forward to workin' with ya too!"

Prowl just smiled skittishly and flicked his door-wings as if he was unsure of what to do in response.

"Ah... right then."

~

"We have found that love has a very strong stabilizing effect on the psyches of mechs."

You'd like to laugh at this statement, but refrain. Your handler does have a point.

"So you want me to seduce him?"

"Not precisely... this mech isn't one to take to just anyone. What he needs is a challenge, someone to yearn for..."

~

"Prowl, any reason why you're starin'?"

Jazz didn't even turn, noting Prowl's guilty look of surprise out of the corner of his eye as he focussed his gaze back on his computer screen.

"I am not staring, Jazz."

Jazz turned his chair around slowly and stood, slowly padding towards Prowl's chair.

"I don't think so, you slagger! You've been watchin' me for weeks and I'm not waitin' any longer for you to make a move."

Jazz's hands were on his hips and he was grinning cheekily. He leaned in when the other mech turned around, nose practically touching the other mech's.

"Y'know, it's okay to admit that you like me. I'd be down with it."

Prowl raised an optic ridge.

"Oh really?"

Jazz smiled and winked.

"Yeah, really."

And before Prowl could respond, Jazz leaned in and pressed their lips together. He couldn't help but grin when Prowl tentatively started kissing back.

~

"And when I have achieved that level of intimacy?"

"Maintain it until you are contacted with new orders, or until the target's position changes negatively."

You nod, eyes bright and calculating. This may turn out to be a challenge worthy of your skill.

~

It was dusk and Jazz and Prowl sat side by side watching the sky from a hill overlooking the Ark. Prowl held Jazz's hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back. Stiffly, he cleared his throat, trying to get Jazz's attention. The other mech turned his gaze away from the sunset and cocked his head to the side.

"Prowl?"

"Jazz... thank you."

"Fer what, Prowl?"

"For pulling me out of my shell. For putting up with my stand-offishness. For staying with me. I... I appreciate it very much."

Prowl's gaze was solemn and his voice low and husky and full of honest truth. Jazz grinned brilliantly and pecked Prowl on the cheek.

"But Prowl, there's no need to thank me! Keepin' you happy's just part of my job, doncha know?"

The two of them laughed quietly together. Jazz checked the time randomly and leapt to his feet, cursing. His favourite TV show was coming on and he'd be damned if hew as going to miss it.

He never noticed that he'd pulled Prowl with him as he ran back to the Ark, nor did he ever realize that they'd held hands even as he dashed into the common room to take over the TV. Prowl did, though, and there was a little smile of satisfaction on his face as he settled down and let his lover do what he wanted. He still had a little break time left, after all.

~

"Monochrome, you accept your assignment?"

"Yes, sir."

As you get up, you rub a hand over your chevron and flip your doorwings. A challenge, he'd said. Well, you'd never been bad at strategy...

we can't all have the fairy tale.

[Music] Toast <3s her choir

2008-04-06T06:53:06Z

The concert today went great and someone posted vids from our Christmas thing on the internets <3

Everlong by The Foo Fighters -> Garret arranged the thing himself. It was amazing X3

Three's A Magic Number -> Schoolhouse Rock FTW! XD We are nerdy, nerdy singers. It is win. Arranged by Jay (our co-director! He is all sorts of coll =3)

Mambo Santa Mambo -> All-boys group, so no Toast, however, it's amazingly funny and cool X3!!!!

[TOAST'S LIFE] Concert!

2008-04-05T19:53:21Z

So apparently this is becoming my personal journal as well as a fandom one. Hm.

Oh well, these little life updates are gonna be rare, so ... ignore 'em if you don't wanna see 'em ^^;

In any case, I'm not gonna be on tonight because my choir's doing the 20th anniversary concert. I haven't been around with 'em for 20 years, but it's still gonna be super cool =D!

Um... I guess you can check us out at our website, but don't expect me to tell you which of the members I am. Although it'll be pretty easy to figure out considering that I'm the one with the /ugliest picture ever/. >_<; I totally forgot about picture day >>;;;

In any case, I apologise to Cat and Crash for not being on until later for our CAPSLOCK THREESOME.

Also: Zan, I'm totally going to read that part that you put up, I've just been swamped a little by all the AIM windows that keep popping up -_-;;;;

Hmmm, I think that's it... oh, shoot, right: first person to post with the colour I'm wearing tonight gets a drabble or icon of their choosing. Because if you've made it through all of this, you deserve a prize <3

EDIT: ALSO: NO SPOILERS FOR CHINS PLEASE. I WILL CRY.

[Human!TF] Possessions

2008-04-03T12:45:01Z

Title: Organic Life (Issue 13)- Possessions
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Sterling/Skyler (Starscream/Skyfire)
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Skyler needs proper clothing, but he's too large for store-bought things. Thus, he and Sterling take a little trip to the tailor's
AN: An interlude from another fic I'm writing that I don't think fits quite properly. I couldn't help but write it, though, (Damnit, Crash!! ... ♥) so here you are.

Possessions

"Okay, Sky, before we go in, I should tell you that Tracks is..." Sterling trailed off, trying to figure out the proper words, "Tracks is the best at what he does, but he's also very... ah ... flamboyant. In every single way possible."

Skyler nodded slowly, confused.

"Alright?"

"Just thought I'd warn you."

Sterling pushed the door open and lead Skyler in. It was a warm sort of place, brightly coloured and full of fabrics and fanciful paintings and very obviously missing people. and coughed.

"Tracks? You in?"

And then a whirlwind of bright blue and red metrosexuality swept into the room, squealing.

"Sterling! Oh darling, it's been forever since you were in!"

"Yes, well, I broke up with Mackenzie, remember?"

"Oh, I know! He was in such a tiff when you did! But that doesn't mean that you couldn't have come back to say hello, doll!"

Skyler just stood by and stared as the Indian tailor pouted and poked Sterling on the nose.

"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?"

Tracks leered, reaching around and-

Did he just grope Sterling's rear?!

"Oh yes you are babe, and I must say, your ass is still the most fabulous work of art I've ever had a chance to- oh my."

Skyler felt a cold sweat spring up on his brow as Tracks turned that predatory gaze upon him.

"What have we here, hun?"

Sterling sighed as he recognized Skyler's 'deer in the headlights look'.

"This is my boyfriend Skyler. He's actually the reason why I'm here, Tracks. The man's got absolutely no semi-formal clothing and we haven't been able to find anything that fits him."

Tracks nodded and stalked over, peering up at Skyler's face. He pulled at the blond's shirt, then started running his hands over the Skyler's body while muttering to himself.

"Mm, nothing too shiny, it'll take attention away from that gorgeous hair... something with texture, yes... Sterling!"

"Mm?" Sterling raised an eyebrow. His arms were crossed and he had a look on his face that screamed impatience. Tracks didn't seem to care as he chirped happily and gestured at Skyler.

"I can work with this!"

"Oh good," Sterling's voice was heavily laden with sarcasm, "I had hoped you would... Just keep in mind that he's mine, would you?"

Tracks leered as he pulled Skyler towards the back of the room by his shirt, ignoring the taller man's shell-shocked look.

"Oh, of course darling, of course..."

~

As soon as they walked out of Tracks's store, Sterling started pulling Skyler to the car, growling as he went.

"Goddamn Tracks and those wandering hands of his..."

Still embarrassed and slightly aroused from having been felt up for the past half hour by the exuberant tailor, Skyler let himself be dragged along and guided into the passenger's side of the car. It wasn't until Sterling crawled into his lap that he snapped out of his haze.

"Sterling? What are you-mmf?"

"Shut up." Sterling hissed into Skyler's ear, then kissed him again.

Skyler groaned into his lover's mouth, then gasped when he felt Sterling's hand slip down to rub against his erection.

"S-Sterling!"

"Shhhh," Sterling nipped at Skyler's jaw, breathing softly into his ear, "Not too loud. We're in public..."

Skyler shivered and grit his teeth, then, newly sensitized to their precarious position. His eyes flitted over the surrounding area outside the car windows and he whimpered as he noticed a certain window's curtains fluttering in the breeze.

"Damnit, Ster-oh!- Sterling! We're in full view of that t-tailor-"

And then Skyler found himself cut off again as Sterling shoved his tongue into his mouth and stuck his hand down his pants at the same time.

"I know Tracks is up there, Sky, and I know he's probably getting off watching up right now, but the fact of the matter is you're mine", Sterling growled angrily even as his fingers worked at Skyler's fly with surprising gentleness, "You're mine and I want him to know it."

"Nng! What?! W-watching us?"

Skyler had started panting softly. His head was tilted back and his fist clenched in front of his mouth as if to muffle the quiet noises he was making in the back of his throat. He started to squirm at the thought of eyes on them.

Sterling simply smiled and nibbled at Skyler's ear as he pulled Skyler's erection free of his pants, provoking another needy little mewl from the taller man.

"Yes, watching. We're in the car, Sky, out in public. There's eyes all over us and they all see just how much you belong to me."

Sterling's palm slid over the head of Skyler's member as he whisptered, smearing the pre-cum at the tip and causing Skyler to groan again.

"Oh! Star... Oh, yes."

Skyler was breathing hard now and Sterling's grin widened. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down Skyler's erection with a practiced, almost obscene movement of his wrist.

"Mm, did that feel good, Sky?"

Sterling's eyes were half-lidded and he sucked and nipped at Skyler's neck, leaving behind darkening love-marks, but what Skyler's attention was focussed on was the fingers curled around his erection. He whimpered as Sterling started pumping. They'd been together for a while now and Sterling knew exactly how he liked it.

"Skyyy," Sterling sing-songed his lover's name softly, teasingly, "I asked you if that felt good."

He flicked his thumb across Skyler's tip with practiced familiarity, then kept speaking, voice low and husky.

"Should I stop, Sky? Do you want me to stop doing this to you? Stop getting you off in the car with nothing but my teeth and lips and hands? Mm?"

Skyler yelped, voice cracking.

"Don't!" He moaned and shuddered when Sterling licked at his earlobe, but soldiered on, "No, don't stop, Sterling. Please."

"Well... only because you asked so nicely." Sterling started moving his hand again, faster this time and with more pressure.

Little noises started making their way past Skyler's slightly parted lips, quiet pants and needy whimpers. Sterling wrapped his unoccupied arm around his lover's neck and kissed him fiercely, nipping at his lower lip. It was this that pushed Skyler over the edge and he cried out into Sterling's mouth as he climaxed.

Sterling set about cleaning up, a smug grin set on his face as he did so. When Skyler came to, his lover had already started driving. Still floating in his afterglow, Skyler grinned.

"If getting felt up by strangers is going to get me that kind of attention, perhaps I should do it more often."

"Shut up, Skyler."

Sterling reached out and bopped Skyler upside the head, not even taking his eyes off the road to do so. Still, he smirked as he continued.

"And anyway, I expect you to return the favour when we get home. I just didn't fancy having the gearshift digging into my back again."

"Hmm, of course."

That isn't thunder, dear,
It's only my poor heart you hear and its applause

[ANNOUNCEMENT]

2008-04-01T03:55:31Z

Hello everyone.

I just thought I'd let you all know that I can no longer participate in fandom. My recent conversion to the Christian faith has opened my eyes to the glories of Our Lord Jesus Christ. I will be taking down all of the homosexual and pornographic material I have up here as part of my penance for my sins.

( Further Information )

HAHA, APRIL FOOL'S FUCKERS <3

I COULDN'T QUIT YOU IF I TRIED ♥

... what are you still doing reading this?

[Icons] Because I can...

2008-03-30T17:25:30Z

Okay guys, have some assorted Huntress and Skywarp icons because I love you all?

EDIT: Huntress and Skywarp fic. Because apathocles made me do it =D;

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[Human!TF] Post-Sex-Disturbing-Bat!Sex

2008-03-30T06:14:06Z

Title: Organic Life (Issue 12)- Post-Sex-Disturbing-Bat!Sex
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Ratchet/Wheeljack
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Takes place after A Bat in the Belfry which Leenie wrote for me. If you haven't seen it and can't see it... don't worry, this is a PWP anyway -_-;
AN: Took me a friggin' month to finish this. i couldn't be bothered to come up with a proper title for what is essentially a PWP. RAR.

Edit: CRAP, I PUT UP THE WRONG DRAFT BEFORE. MY BAD. SERVES ME RIGHT FOR TYPING THIS THING UP IN TWO DIFFERENT PROGRAMS >/

Ratchet wearily trudged through the door of his apartment and kicked off his shoes. Listlessly, he made for the bedroom and threw himself onto the bed with a soft grunt, face down and arms splayed out to his sides. Jack followed after him quietly and chucked, sitting down beside his boyfriend, who turned his head to the side to glower.

"I'm never letting you out of the house again. You keep meeting crazy people."

Jack chuckled and started idly rubbing circles between Ratchet's shoulder blades.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?"

Ratchet snorted and turned his head back down, pulling his hands in to prop his forehead up.

"The crazy little midget dragged me out into the cold, made me stand out on the porch without my coat, then kneed me in the groin for all my troubles. If that's not bad I don't want to know bad."

Jack sighed and patted the back of Ratchet's shoulder apologetically.

"Sorry Ratch."

Ratchet sighed and waved a hand dismissively in the air.

"Don't worry about it. It's over, we're home and the psychotic one is far, far away."

Jack made a little noise in the back of his throat to let Ratchet know that he'd heard him, then started running his fingers through Ratchet's hair, stroking and smoothing it down. Ratchet slowly relaxed, letting the tension drain out of his back and shoulders until he was lying languidly on the bed. The two let the comfortable silence wrap itself around them, neither really needing words to fill the silences anymore.

After a while, Ratchet shifted slightly, trying to accommodate the growing bulge in his pants. Wheeljack had started running his hands up and down his back and those light touches were arousing. Certain parts of Ratchet hadn't forgotten what the two of them had been up to before they'd been interrupted by a certain crazy neighbour.

Ratchet shifted onto his side again to look up at Jack, then reached out to cup the other man's chin.

"Love you", he murmured and Jack smiled in response.

"Love you too."

The two leaned towards each other and pressed their lips together for a slow, seductive kiss. It was Jack who slipped his tongue into Ratchet's mouth, but it was Ratchet who reached up to pull the other man down closer, running his hands up Jack's loose T-shirt to flick his thumbs over the other man's nipples. Jack hummed his approval and started kissing his way down Ratchet's jawline while easing his leg between his lover's knees. Suddenly, Ratchet wrinkled his nose and sneezed.

"Nng, Jack, your bangs are tickling me again. 'S time for a trim."

Jack looked up from what he was doing and blinked.

"Oh."

Then he grinned widely and firmly wrapped his arms around Ratchet's shoulders before rolling the both of them over. Lying on his back, the blond looked up happily.

"Better?"

Ratchet softly brushed a stray lock of hair from Wheeljack's forehead and smiled.

"Yeah. Much."

Then he braced a hand to either side of Jack's head and arched his hips forward, grinding their erections together in a way that had them both groaning. Jack bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Ratchet's neck, bucking up and whining needily.

"Do that again, Ratch."

"I- Yes, but I think we're really wearing too much clothing."

Ratchet sat up on his knees, straddling Wheeljack's thighs, and pulled his shirt off rapidly, dropping it to the side of the bed. A mad scramble followed as pants and socks and other clothes were discarded. In the end, both of them were naked and Ratchet was pressing two slick fingers into Jack as he stroked lube onto his own erection.

Jack's eyes were half-lidded and he was panting and whimpering breathlessly.

"Ratch, c'mon..."

Ratchet nodded and smiled before replacing his fingers with himself, pushing in slowly. His world blurred into Jack's soft mewling and his own low moans, and then they started to move.

Jack's fingers were clawing at his lover's back desperately as he gasped.

"Harder! Faster-OhGodIloveyou!"

Ratchet's hands, meanwhile, were clasped around Jack's hipbones, fingers digging in hard enough that there would be dark smudges across the other man's skin later. Not that either was coherent enough to notice that right now. They were drowning in the sensations. This kind of unhurried love-making was was warm and wet and painstakingly perfect in a way that rushed casual fucking could never be.

The moaning and gasping only got louder and faster as the pace picked up. Ratchet bent his head down, nipping at Jack's ear-lobe before groaning into his lover's ear,

"You're perfect, Jack. Love you so goddamn much."

And Jack let out a high, keening wail, bucking and climaxing. Ratchet grunted and came very soon after, muffling his strangled cry by gritting his teeth and pressing his face into Jack's shoulder.

The two of them lay there for a little while, catching their breaths before moving into a more comfortable position. Jack curled up and wrapped his arms around Ratchet's chest, tucking his head under his boyfriend's chin while he did so. Idly, Ratchet noticed that Jack's hair was still soft and fluffy from a recent washing. It was still ticklish, but there was something soothing about pressing kisses to the top of his lover's head, so Ratchet didn't make him move. Instead, he shifted them over out of the wet spot and pulled the covers up. They'd have to change the sheets tomorrow (oh goddamnit), but right now it was time for a nap.

[TF] Hunt and Seekers

2008-03-27T09:29:37Z

Title: Hunt and Seekers
Fandom: TF
Characters: The OxyMorons (OCs)
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Bait the trap, catch the prey and dispose of it accordingly.
AN: Blargh. Violent psychopaths finally show how violent they can be.

Morningstar would never tell anyone, but she lived for moments like these. She'd had suspicions of an Autobot spy within their ranks for some time now, ever since their unit had been ambushed on Tycho Alpha Five. To root it out, she'd used one of the oldest tricks in the books: pass out false information to suspects one at a time, and see which bits leak and which don't. Still, old tricks were standards because they worked, and sure enough, Ironstrike had been the one.

They'd called the spy out to 'train in the field', but in actual fact, Morningstar had just wanted to get it alone. Their trine was to be the only one claiming the glory for its capture because, damnit, it was about time that someone acknowledged that they were talented.

~

At times like this, Silentshriek was truly happy. The wind was roaring past her wings, the sky was clear and bright, and her prey was just beginning to tire. He'd been lively at the beginning of the chase, but in the end, he was groundbound and they were flighted. When you don't need to worry about roads, you have so many more options in terms of movement.

Hah. The stupid mech had just broken out from under the cover of the forest he'd been hiding in.

Shriek abruptly cut her engines and transformed out of her alt-mode, letting gravity pull her toward the ground faster and faster. When her fist collided with his face, it sent the other mech reeling so hard that he actually flew before digging a trench in the dirt with his landing. Shriek smiled with satisfaction.

This was the best part of the hunt. Not the rush of her fuel pump or the screams of her prey, but the fact that she was good at it.

~

Ashburner grinned ferally at the bound and beaten mech lying on the ground, vindictive pleasure gleaming in his optics. They'd put a lot of work into capturing this bugger. He poured energon over the traitor's amputated tire, eyeing it critically to make sure that it was soaked through.

"Y'know, normally I wouldn't really care much about what you did in your spare time. Go skin live turbofoxes or hump sparklings or whatever, and I honestly wouldn't give a damn, but when you start leaking information to our enemies about what you thought my /sisters'/ weaknesses were... Then that's personal."

Ashburner's optics gleamed in the sun and his smile was coldly predatory as he hung the tire around the other's neck.

"And when things get personal? Well ... they burn."

With a horrifyingly peaceful grin on his face, Ash patted the traitor on the shoulder, then stepped back aimed both of his napalm guns. The slagger's vocalizer didn't melt down to uselessness for a good 5 minutes and his screams would be Ash's lullaby for weeks after.

Nothing more comforting to listen to than the extermination of disgusting things.

Want some butter with that?

[Meme, Fic, Everything] I Live?

Your overall weirdness is: 50

[Fic] Accidentally In Love (50 Sentences for Ratchet and Wheeljack)

[Fic] Water Can't Hurt

I know that we can fly if we're dancing in the rain

[Spring Kink] Possessive

[Spring Kink] Spring Fever

[Spring Kink] Groundbound

[Spring Kink] Topping the Chain of Command

[Fic] Accidentally In Love (50 Sentences for Ratchet and Wheeljack)

[Sprink Kink] Reflection

[Spring Kink] Celestial Bodies

My Apologies...

[Meme] Three Character Meme: OxyMorons

[Human!TF] Taking Care

[RL Matters] Missing Toast

[TF] Pimping

[Fic/Meme] 28 OxyMorons?

[Fic] Mating Dance

[Fic] All's Fair In

we can't all have the fairy tale.

[Music] Toast <3s her choir

[TOAST'S LIFE] Concert!

[Human!TF] Possessions

That isn't thunder, dear,It's only my poor heart you hear and its applause

[ANNOUNCEMENT]

HAHA, APRIL FOOL'S FUCKERS <3I COULDN'T QUIT YOU IF I TRIED ♥

[Icons] Because I can...

[Human!TF] Post-Sex-Disturbing-Bat!Sex

[TF] Hunt and Seekers

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

That isn't thunder, dear,
It's only my poor heart you hear and its applause

HAHA, APRIL FOOL'S FUCKERS <3

I COULDN'T QUIT YOU IF I TRIED ♥