Fluke! - Sounding Dive

Title: Little storms coming
'Verse: Pirate-'verse (explained here)
Characters: Wolf, his mate (who doesn't get a name. Wolf is just what the humans call the male.)
Summary: Where do little sea monsters come from?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: I had fun playing exo, xeno, or maybe cryptobiologist with this. Lots of blending whales that I know with something that kitteh designed. \o/

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( Itty bitties... )

First - I wrote this in like, 4 hours in a fit of rage. Two women near and dear somehow put up with a lot of shit from men, and seem to think it's ok. That it is what they are worthy of.

Second - No. They have never been hit.

Third - Sadly, everything but that, I have taken straight from things that have happened with them. Minor changes to protect my sanity.

Fourth - I don't know what pisses me off more right now, that they make excuses and put up with it, or that they/no other woman have even shot these men in the balls. They are also getting permission to continue being dicks from every woman that doesn't call him on being a moron.

(Fifth and entirely unrelated, the cops are an AU of Ironhide and Trailbreaker, Heather is Heatseek and this actually fits into that 'verse. The arc was there ages ago, so you can pretend it is simply fic instead of rant.)

...and I yelled at one dear person on the phone during writing this. I feel a little better.

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( Making excuses is like giving permission... )

Ok, first ever 1-sentence and I'm sorta pleased with it. ♥
*headscratch*  How to make this coherent.... the whole deal is more like doing origami with mirrors, warps of reflections of reverse images.
Could just think of it as stand-alone story of damsel in distress.  Sorta sells the thing short, but ok, fine.  XD

So for the TL; DR road map to how brains got here:  ( *ready the Blurr-voice* ) 

Oh yeah, there's implications of smut.  And it's one-sentence prompt set Gamma, but since it's not a pairing, it's really *counts fingers* like six characters - here it shall remain.

Shut up and fic already? Y/Y?

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( ♪ A pirate's life for me... ♫ *shot* )

Title: Cyborg: Spark of Life
'Verse: moya_koordinat 's Machine-verse, with warps and reflections.
Characters / Pairings: Ironhide, assorted faceless scientists, techs, handlers, mentioned Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary: Hints of what the government group's odd request really meant.  A little knowledge and a lot of people can be a dangerous thing.
Rating: R, eventual fighting, pain and angst. Things fall apart.
Warnings: Crazy technical ramblings on my part.  Angst.  Lots.
AN: Italics is usually thoughts.  (For some stupid reason I've jumbled from my usual code of thoughts, bond-speak, comms, etc.  Dunno why.)

Massive credit where credit is due.  I do pic fics, apparently.  This (will make sense later) was to community.livejournal.com/tf2007fun/854482.html  AND!!!  And and and.  SC said eons ago I could post this.  Blue is her drabble which I absconded with and wrote around to incorporate in this crazy world.  So, direct from her to here; I could neither change nor improve on her genius.

Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing. They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.


>.>  Sorry this took so long to post?  Iunno.

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( 3 - Spark of Life )

fic-drablet demanded by Ruu. ♥  

and what Ruu demands, I have to deliver.  even if 'parently it's still in emo-verse.  *shrug*  might prod more.

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Title: Cyborg: Ulterior Motive
'Verse:  cubicality  's Machine-verse, with warps and reflections.
Characters / Pairings: Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet's meeting is not what he was expecting.  All get more than they bargained for.
Rating: R, eventual fighting, pain and angst. Things fall apart.
Warnings: Minimal here, a fight.  Mild mech gore?
AN: Bold is bond-speak, silent communication just between pairs.  And umm.  Massive credit where credit is due.  I do pic fics, apparently.  This (will make sense later) was to community.livejournal.com/tf2007fun/854482.html

Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing. They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.

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( 2 - Ulterior Motive )