Happy? Anniversary!

Thursday, 24 May 2018 08:22 am
keaalu: (Pulsar)
Title: Happy? Anniversary!
Series: Transformers, G1-based “Blue” AU
Notes: Happy 10th Birthday, Blue Universe!

Warp and Pulse swap notes on how long they've been together and managed to not kill each other (intentionally or otherwise). So, Starscream still lives with a bunch of obnoxious glitches. (No sympathy. He brings it on himself.)

OK technically this is a month late, I started posting Screaming Blue in April 2008. But still, 10 years! *throws confetti*

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

After a day spent locked in battle with THE most wilfully obtuse bunch of self-serving councillors on his side of the planet – and coming within a wing-width of FEEDING Waveguide all his carefully-drafted budget assessments – Starscream had been looking forwards to a quiet night to himself. )
keaalu: (Seem icon)
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).

Take the Initiative

Sunday, 13 May 2018 10:28 pm
keaalu: (Pulsar)
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.” )
keaalu: (Pulsar)
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?

Only Human

Friday, 30 September 2016 01:06 am
keaalu: (horrified whitesides)
This plotless incomplete ficbit appeared out of the ether the other night and refused to budge until I’d written a little of it. I don't think it's going to go anywhere and no, I have zero idea of context ^__^ . I haven't got as far as wondering WHY any of it happened.

I have a second idea lurking in the wings – “Nothing Set in Stone” – which is also product of a dream, but that one can wait. I haven’t even decided if I want to upload it. It’s gone a bit weird. (People will probably be able to guess at least some elements of the plot based on the title and my love of puns.)

Plotless fluff below cut )

Seek/bike

Tuesday, 15 October 2013 11:46 pm
keaalu: Keep calm and carry on style icon that reads no I will not keep calm and you can fuck off (fuck off)
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)

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