random tiny prompt fics
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zomgitsalauraoccasionally i get in a fic writing mood.
i, however, suck at writing fics.
tv_the_sue though managed to convince me to write a couple "tiny" drabbles
enjoy my horrible tiny fics
AirRaid - Slingshot -> Presents
Slingshot stood frozen at the foot of his berth staring at the small package sitting on its surface. Looking back over his shoulder towards his brothers quarters he caught the leading edge of a wing trying to hide itself behind the door frame.
"'Raid. You know i appreciate the present but what's a karma sutra and how exactly am i supposed to read a human sized book?"
and its continuation
-> Armed with new knowledge
Scamper found Slingshot in the far corner of the rec room hunched over a datapad looking confused and more than slightly horrified. Silently padding over and peering at the 'pad around Slingshots shoulders Scamper giggled and proceeded to comm Sixgun.
"Y'know 'Slings, with your frame type I'm pretty sure we'd end up dislocating something if we tried that one" he said whilst pointing at one of the diagrams.
"Though i think that number three could be done once Sixgun gets here."
Silverbolt - Metroplex -> He's WHERE
Woken from recharge by the loud, persistent buzzing of his comm, Silverbolt groaned as he reached for the mental command that answered it.
/Silverbolt here./
/Silverbolt, i require your assistance in retrieving Slingshot./
/What? Metroplex? Its... 0200 hrs. What do you mean by "retrieve Slingshot"?/
/Slingshot has become tangled in wires leading to the communications array on tower B-7. I require the assistance of a flight capable in order to retrieve him./
/WHAT?/
Silverbolt - Slingshot -> What happened to you?
Silverbolt stopped walking so fast that Fireflight, having no warning, slammed loudly into the Concords back. Coming down the hall in the opposite direction was a rather dusty and dented Slingshot cradled in Sixgun's arms.
"Primus Slings'. What happened to you?" Whispered Silverbolt as Sixgun moved to hand Slingshot to him.
"He got in a fight with one of the new mechs and flew out of a window to escape. Nobody told him about the sandstorm outside and he crashed"
Hitching Slingshot closer to his chest Silverbolt sighed and started walking in the direction of the med bay, Fireflight trotting along at his heels.
"So, Sixgun. Whats the name of this mech we have to slag?"
Air raid - Metroplex -> Where do you get your ideas?
Air raid was sitting at a table in the middle of the rec-room, gesturing animatedly as he told a group of awestruck minibots about his daring attack on the main seeker trine during the last battle. His rather exaggerated description of skywarp falling, squawking, out of the sky was interrupted by a loud buzzing emanating from the walls of the room. Smiling to himself, he activated his comm.
"Yes metroplex?"
"That story is very amusing Air Raid but i have a question."
"Continue."
"Just where do you get the ideas for these stunts of yours."
Snigering out loud, and gaining a few strange looks from the minibots in front of him, Air Raid answered both over the comm and verbally.
"I get my ideas from the internet."
i, however, suck at writing fics.
tv_the_sue though managed to convince me to write a couple "tiny" drabbles
enjoy my horrible tiny fics
AirRaid - Slingshot -> Presents
Slingshot stood frozen at the foot of his berth staring at the small package sitting on its surface. Looking back over his shoulder towards his brothers quarters he caught the leading edge of a wing trying to hide itself behind the door frame.
"'Raid. You know i appreciate the present but what's a karma sutra and how exactly am i supposed to read a human sized book?"
and its continuation
-> Armed with new knowledge
Scamper found Slingshot in the far corner of the rec room hunched over a datapad looking confused and more than slightly horrified. Silently padding over and peering at the 'pad around Slingshots shoulders Scamper giggled and proceeded to comm Sixgun.
"Y'know 'Slings, with your frame type I'm pretty sure we'd end up dislocating something if we tried that one" he said whilst pointing at one of the diagrams.
"Though i think that number three could be done once Sixgun gets here."
Silverbolt - Metroplex -> He's WHERE
Woken from recharge by the loud, persistent buzzing of his comm, Silverbolt groaned as he reached for the mental command that answered it.
/Silverbolt here./
/Silverbolt, i require your assistance in retrieving Slingshot./
/What? Metroplex? Its... 0200 hrs. What do you mean by "retrieve Slingshot"?/
/Slingshot has become tangled in wires leading to the communications array on tower B-7. I require the assistance of a flight capable in order to retrieve him./
/WHAT?/
Silverbolt - Slingshot -> What happened to you?
Silverbolt stopped walking so fast that Fireflight, having no warning, slammed loudly into the Concords back. Coming down the hall in the opposite direction was a rather dusty and dented Slingshot cradled in Sixgun's arms.
"Primus Slings'. What happened to you?" Whispered Silverbolt as Sixgun moved to hand Slingshot to him.
"He got in a fight with one of the new mechs and flew out of a window to escape. Nobody told him about the sandstorm outside and he crashed"
Hitching Slingshot closer to his chest Silverbolt sighed and started walking in the direction of the med bay, Fireflight trotting along at his heels.
"So, Sixgun. Whats the name of this mech we have to slag?"
Air raid - Metroplex -> Where do you get your ideas?
Air raid was sitting at a table in the middle of the rec-room, gesturing animatedly as he told a group of awestruck minibots about his daring attack on the main seeker trine during the last battle. His rather exaggerated description of skywarp falling, squawking, out of the sky was interrupted by a loud buzzing emanating from the walls of the room. Smiling to himself, he activated his comm.
"Yes metroplex?"
"That story is very amusing Air Raid but i have a question."
"Continue."
"Just where do you get the ideas for these stunts of yours."
Snigering out loud, and gaining a few strange looks from the minibots in front of him, Air Raid answered both over the comm and verbally.
"I get my ideas from the internet."
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Date: 2010-01-24 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 05:46 am (UTC)ego stoking is always appreciated.
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Date: 2010-01-24 09:27 am (UTC)damnit woman, make a fic about aerial bots, i love how you write them!!! D8
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Date: 2010-01-24 09:51 am (UTC)anything longer than this ends up being horrible and i find myself doing all the things that annoy me in OTHER peoples fics :/
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Date: 2010-01-25 02:37 am (UTC)"Though i think that number three could be done once Sixgun gets here." *falls over laughing*
Eeep! Poor Slingshot! Although for some reason the idea of him having to be carried to medbay makes me happy. It's just so...undignified. I'm sure it's driving him batty - I love it! :D
Air Raid + internet = O_O
They may be tiny, but so much fun! I very much enjoyed them ^_^
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Date: 2010-01-25 03:10 am (UTC)