Windchaser

“Half-dream”, 2024 11 04

Came to me in that space where the alarm clock has bumped you awake and you can’t get a certain thing out of your head but you’re not quite asleep or dreaming either? I suppose it’s sort of a half-dream. This is all you get, btw. I haven’t pinned down (and probably won’t) any of the rest like why they’re on Earth, why Zelda sent a giant sundew to the planet, WHERE it ended up, how it caught Mary, or anything.

Saw sundews on “Scotland: The New Wild” Sunday night which might have inspired it; I love carnivorous plants anyway (I have two growing on my kitchen windowsill) so it wasn’t a great leap to end up with this. Plus of course I wanted one where Hiro’s love of plants could be the bit that saves everyone! (Even in the episode where the plant was (essentially) the bad guy, AND it was all happening in their own home environment, these two idiots weren’t allowed to be the heroes without help. So. Yes I am biased.)

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( The plant looked like a giant sundew - easily taller than a human, the great spoon-shaped leaves covered in fleshy crimson spines, each tipped with a glistening globule of dew. Velvety, dusky-pink ribbons spiralled down from thickened, wrinkly bulbs like little brains at the top of the thickest stems. The skeletonised remains of small animals and birds drooped from the upper leaves, like small treasures held in open palms to tempt in the unwary. And at the top, wrapped in six or seven of the aggressive leaves, was Captain Falconer. )

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? )

Look at this! OMG. 😍

My awesome friend Exie (who is totally NOT a brick) wrote a ficlet that follows on from the one I just posted, with the exception that hers is infinitely more adorable.

Late Nights and Early Mornings

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Thundercracker (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Skyfire (Transformers), Original Cybertronian Character(s)
Summary: Celerity finds out TC has a hobby, and that his family is loud (but that wasn’t news to anyone).

So I wasn't planning on uploading this but eh, it's productivity. I spotted this on tumblr this morning and I went "oops. I think this is me right now?"

In case it disappears, it says:
"real writing tip sometimes you write your best stuff when you don’t even try or don’t even think about ever publishing it or doing anything with it
you go: imma write this for me and next thing you know you’ve written 60K and you have an entire world and plot and you wonder why you didn’t indulge yeARS AGO"
(Audrey Rose B.)

I'm still not really planning on doing anything with this, but it's still productivity, right? And we all know what they say about plans.

( Some disjointed notes! Kitty-giraffe is lost, cold, and wet )

Maybe now she'll get out of my head?

(I should have posted this a couple of days ago, when I actually finished it, but after uploading it to ff.net and AO3 I decided it could wait.)

Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Rating: PG-13
Notes:Caution: fluffy robits ahead. Skywarp has a question to ask Pulsar, and definitely needs a little privacy from his wingmates to do it.

(Silly, self-indulgent fluff. ^__^ Warp has always seemed inclined to remain the eternal bachelor, in my little AU, but this sprung into my brain while watching a movie* over Christmas, and I decided it needed writing.)

( Like much of Cybertron, Iacon’s residents were starting to pick up the pieces, and beginning to rebuild. The spindly towers of inanimate cranes dotted the horizon, and a scattering of mismatched lights twinkled from the windows of the buildings below. Aurorae swirled along the planet’s field lines, fine curtains and columns draping down from above. The otherworldly lights shimmered against Pulsar's pale enamel, turning her into a strange green ghost out on the platform. )

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)