Windchaser

Title: How Long

Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU

Rating: PG-13 I guess? (They're consenting adults and they're only talking about it. Warp is just... petulant. And as usual it's Starscream's fault.)

Notes: There are some people you should just be able to trust, right? So what do you do when you realise you shoulda perhaps been a little more... circumspect? (Whatever that means…)

Skywarp finds out that the relationship between his femme and his bro may not have been quite as exclusively platonic as he’d thought.

(Follows on from “Different Kinds of Heat”)

( It had started out as a normal evening, so far as Thundercracker could remember... )

Title (chapter): Reading is a Dangerous Pastime
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for International Fanworks Day 2020, based on the OTW Prompt: "characters react to discovering fanworks they are in."

Skywarp finds out about fanfiction; it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone that it ended up turning into a scrap. And Thundercracker wishes Darkwater had come to him about it first.

( Now, Thundercracker knew FOR A FACT that Skywarp had clocked off and gone home some time just into the orn’s second quarter, because the teleport had pulled a double and wanted sympathy from everyone he bumped into. So why WAS he still just standing around – still partially in uniform into the bargain? )

Title (chapter): Remember Me (08)
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: In which we discover that Earth-bound Autobots are watching completely the wrong things, and if/when her family get her back, Skydash is going to have a very interesting vocabulary.

Yes, I am still working on this! Slowly slowly slowly. A combination of work and study is eating most of my writing-energy these days. *goes back to sleep*

( In Nemesis’ monitoring room, it had been quiet for a while. Ramjet wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. He wondered for an instant if the brat had actually died? Or vanished somehow – wouldn’t be the first sparkling with the annoying ability to walk through walls, after all. In the bottom of the bucket, Skydash was cuddled down into a ball, hugging her knees. Still alive, fortunately. )

Title: Take the Initiative
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13 I guess? Do TF cusswords count as swearing? *ponders*
Notes: Tired of watching Celerity allllways sighing at TC's office door, Skywarp takes the initiative to play matchmaker. It doesn’t go quite as planned, but it isn’t a total disaster, either.

Not sure precisely when this is set, other than "some time between Future Tense and Remember Me".

And additional NB: Lara is a BIG girl – not quite as big as Hardline, but close (taller than new-model Seekers, definitely), and built rather like a brick outhouse. She's... not sure how much she likes being THAT BIG.

Other links out: [link to AO3] [link to ff.net] [Link to tumblr] [Link to devART]

( “Grounders,” Skywarp snorted, deliberately baiting Thundercracker's deputy for a response. “Never can handle their high-octane fuels.” )

...plagiarism, passive-aggressive, petty, pranks, and paint!

Skywarp doesn't have a whole lot of good ideas, but when Starscream SOMEONE steals the few he does have? Well.

Prepare for war, dudes.

Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Notes: This year hasn't started out fantastic, from a creative point of view, which is what gave birth to this little short. Trying to get it out of my system, haha. A vindictive Skywarp and exploding paintcans was the easy part; it was difficult to figure out how to start it, though, so I'm sorry it's a little rushed / untidy. I am apparently the queen of passive-aggressive. (I uploaded the rough draft of this to another site the other day; never doing THAT again. I’m only sharing drafts with people I trust, from now on.)

For the record, TC is more immediately worried about getting the paint off the bathroom. Screamer will probably be sullen and embarrassed if they have to chip him out of a paint straightjacket, but he will be unbearable if he can’t use the washracks.

( Read more... )

Title (chapter): Aviation Flu
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: The other day, I caught a cold. I’ve been lucky and not had a bad one in years, so I suppose it was due. On the bus on the way home, Skywarp came out in sympathy. Misery loves company?

“Aviation Flu” is courtesy of a colleague who accidentally called avian flu that a few times; I used to like to wonder if it was what you caught if you worked with aeroplanes? But actually, maybe it’s what you catch if you are an aeroplane.

( It was obvious from the moment Pulsar came online, to find her Seeker venting excessively warm air and with pumps that seemed to be buzzing, that Skywarp wasn’t in particularly good health, that orn. )

Iiiii should have posted this a week and a half ago but I am terrible at remembering to post anything on here. ¬_¬

Title (chapter): Remember Me (04)
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: In which Slipstream realises just how big this thing might be that he and Dash are caught up in, and Starscream finally gets back from New Vos to a hostile welcome.

( The command centre on Nemesis was every bit as sickly purple and ostentatiously oversized as Slipstream remembered it. He didn’t remember ever seeing it from THIS angle, though. ''Show proper respect to your new master, scum!'' )

Title (chapter): Future Tense (14)
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Where Skywarp flies out to New Vos to avoid Thundercracker I MEAN visit his fellow alien-abductee, and gets a little useful information to add to his campaign to get-starscream-interested-in-this-if-it-kills-me. You can't avoid your wingmates forever, though. And didn't anyone ever tell you that saying "if it kills me" is really tempting fate...?

( ‘‘Future Tense’’, Chapter Fourteen )

Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Everybody knew a sparkling raised by former Decepticons would have an element of violence in his upbringing, but nobody expected quite such a huge change in Slipstream's behaviour - from that bright-eyed, friendly sparkling to a hostile, belligerent adolescent. Just what has happened since his family's trine crashed out of the war to work such a huge burr into his plating?

Just a "short" (haha okay it's almost 9000 words) set in the Blue AU; trying to get myself back into writing. ^_^
Prompt: Anger

( ''Not meaning to be rude, SIR, but why precisely am I here.'' )

A little bit of something that I've been playing with, since I saw the prompt "wearing each other's clothes" in a meme. ^__^ (I'm totally not putting off struggling to finish a chapter of FT, honest)

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After working all through the night, helping co-ordinate a rescue after a derelict skyscraper had collapsed on the Rustig border, Thundercracker was tired. He sat in the big chair facing the huge window, watching a flier stitch contrails into an insipid mackerel sky, nursing half a cube of high-grade and waiting for the sun to show itself before finally retiring to his room to get some much-needed down time.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and concentrated on bleeding off a little of the pressure in his helm. Getting all the injured parties out from under the rubble and shipped off to hospital had been fairly draining, and he could really have done with Skywarp’s help, but the teleport had been in a particularly funny mood. He’d mainly just got under everyone’s feet, before finally disappearing and turning off his locator beacon altogether.

It was only a general lack of energy that stopped Thundercracker going in search of his errant wingmate and delivering the well-earned punch in the head that had Skywarp’s name on it.

Calm, TC. Think how nice and cool and fresh your energon is. Think how good it’ll feel to get all your gyroscopes rebalanced, all your coolant lines depressurised, all your memory defragmented. When you get up, you’ll feel like a new mech.

He watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon, blushing an insipid morning sky with a subtle pink glow, and snorted at himself. Once I’ve strangled Skywarp, maybe. He deactivated his optics and allowed the play of morning sunlight across his enamel to lull him into a pleasant doze.

He was at the point of finally offlining altogether when the shrill squeal of outrage blasted into his awareness, rudely stripping away the layers of comfortable dormancy. Worryingly, it was male. More worryingly, it wasn’t Starscream. The blue Seeker leaped out of his chair, barely maintaining his sleepy balance, and collided with one of the easy chairs, already looking for attackers-

The house appeared to be empty… save for the raised voices, coming from Skywarp’s suite. Great. Knocking the bolts out of his wingmate's thick head could wait until he'd dealt with whoever was trying to kill him. Punching the fragger was a privilege only trinemates were party to.

Thundercracker launched himself at the upstairs level, narrowly avoiding crashing into the skylight, and vaulted over the mezzanine wall, already broadcasting an emergency code to unlock the door.

Barging through, weapons charged and ready for anything, he was not prepared for what he found. “What in Pit-?”

Two strangers occupied the berth. A large, bemused, mostly-white female Seeker with blue cheek flashes and a smooth helm, and a small, dark bike, glaring at his hands with a murderous expression in his crimson optics, blazing hot enough to melt sheet metal. It was the hottest, most baleful crimson glow the blue jet had seen in a long time, very nearly bright enough to light the entire room.

Or-… wait. The closer Thundercracker looked, the more he realised that the pair weren’t so unfamiliar, after all. The big femme bore the trademark police Battenburg in blue and yellow, the vivid squares marching up each wing, and in place of audio venting, she bore a rounded blue crystal lens on each side of her head. By contrast, the little dark mech was primarily black, with a smart silver “waistcoat”, and extremities such a lurid purple that it couldn’t be anyone other than-

“Skywarp?” Thundercracker finally let his hands drop back to his sides, and straightened up, able only to gawp.

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(It's nearly Nanowrimo, noooo)