http://vox00.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vox00.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tf_bunny_farm2010-01-12 01:48 pm

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1. ‘Oh, I always sabotage Megatron’s plans,’ the Seeker stated, pointed denta bared in a harsh mockery of a smile. ‘Because we all know where I’d be if the Decepticons actually won.’

2. Tiny optics gazed up at him with a combination of fear and longing, the youngling torn between reaching for him and running away. Cycling a tired sigh he leaned down to clasp the little one’s waist and heft it up the rest upon his hip, dull red optics rising to survey the burned refuse which constituted the remains of their world.

3. He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god. -Aristotle

4. Skywarp had always called him ‘Screamer and, as the piercing shriek of his specialized engines kicked in as they readied for flight, he lived up to the name.

5. Skyfire stared in morbid fascination as the mates which had once been his turned to follow the mech who had beaten him, the three Seekers not once looking back to see if he lived or died…

6. Starscream arched underneath the mechs pinning him to their berth, soft whimpers leaving his vocalizer as the three gorged themselves on the energon in his lines…

7. Perhaps if he could bind himself to Starscream once more, he could save the one he had once so loved…
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[identity profile] crimsonseastorm.livejournal.com 2010-01-12 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
why oh why do I not have more time?? I would totally take one of these if I did...

Am I allowed to second #2? lol, I think that could be really interesting...I need to stop looking at the bunnies before my muse decides to take one O.o...

[identity profile] kaitou-pandora.livejournal.com 2010-01-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
2. Tiny optics gazed up at him with a combination of fear and longing, the youngling torn between reaching for him and running away. Cycling a tired sigh he leaned down to clasp the little one’s waist and heft it up the rest upon his hip, dull red optics rising to survey the burned refuse which constituted the remains of their world.

. . . frag.

*adds bunny to LONG line*

[identity profile] silver-rayan.livejournal.com 2010-01-14 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
number six is here: http://silver-rayan.livejournal.com/14854.html#cutid1. Not sure if it's what you wanted, but I hope its close!