I Shouldn't Listen To Music So Often...
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tf_bunny_farm...it does strange things to my bunnies... And, yes, I know some of them are long *cough*5*cough*; I just couldn't figure out how to shorten them without leaving something out.
1. Devastator snarled, massive mismatched claws curling around the battered form of the Seeker, acid green optics flaring in a toxic combination of rage and hate, as he searched for the foolish being who had dared to damage what was his. The broken flyer, one proud wings now tattered and dirty, was clutched protectively against a massive yellow chest as the gestalt waged war upon Autobots and humans alike, Decepticon forces wisely parting before him.
2. Sam liked this song, he wasn’t sure why, but it reminded him of that feeling he got when Starscream was feeling playfully rebellious against something…
3. They barged back into the room, movements frantic, to find Shockwave, hands still bound, standing of the writhing form of the Seeker as Starscream tried to dislodge himself from the medical berth he was bound to. Energon and fluids stained the berth and floor below as the struggling mech practically jerked his right shoulder and hip joints out in a frenzied attempt to roll away from the silent, unmoving mech standing over him, screaming at audio-splitting volumes all the while.
4. He watched his leader fall with apathetic optics; the Cube was gone, Cybertron was dead, as were his wing-mates, and the Autobots had a new little home to call their own. What was there left to fight for?
5. The insect-like symbiote scurried along the sand dunes, dodging another blast from Ironhide’s cannons, until it disappeared over a dune with a series of frantic sounding chirps. Cursing enough to make even a resident of Kaon blush Ironhide followed, reaching the shifting hills crest, and almost sliding down the mound of sand’s other side in his shock. There lay Starscream, silver plated body partially covered in crystalline sand grains and showing no signs of life despite Scorponok’s incessant nudging of his exposed wing and arm. A particularly hard prod finally earned a flicker of light within the jet’s dark optics, causing the smaller ‘Con to churr impatiently and wave its claws about before the other’s face plates. ‘I know little one; I need to get you out of here, get you food, shh,’ Starscream’s mumbled reassurance was followed by an attempt to rise which left Ironhide gritting his dentals at the sounds of grinding gears and locked hydraulics it produced, ‘I’m trying.’
6. 'Jambi' (Tool) + Megatron x Starscream or Megatron x Optimus
1. Devastator snarled, massive mismatched claws curling around the battered form of the Seeker, acid green optics flaring in a toxic combination of rage and hate, as he searched for the foolish being who had dared to damage what was his. The broken flyer, one proud wings now tattered and dirty, was clutched protectively against a massive yellow chest as the gestalt waged war upon Autobots and humans alike, Decepticon forces wisely parting before him.
2. Sam liked this song, he wasn’t sure why, but it reminded him of that feeling he got when Starscream was feeling playfully rebellious against something…
3. They barged back into the room, movements frantic, to find Shockwave, hands still bound, standing of the writhing form of the Seeker as Starscream tried to dislodge himself from the medical berth he was bound to. Energon and fluids stained the berth and floor below as the struggling mech practically jerked his right shoulder and hip joints out in a frenzied attempt to roll away from the silent, unmoving mech standing over him, screaming at audio-splitting volumes all the while.
4. He watched his leader fall with apathetic optics; the Cube was gone, Cybertron was dead, as were his wing-mates, and the Autobots had a new little home to call their own. What was there left to fight for?
5. The insect-like symbiote scurried along the sand dunes, dodging another blast from Ironhide’s cannons, until it disappeared over a dune with a series of frantic sounding chirps. Cursing enough to make even a resident of Kaon blush Ironhide followed, reaching the shifting hills crest, and almost sliding down the mound of sand’s other side in his shock. There lay Starscream, silver plated body partially covered in crystalline sand grains and showing no signs of life despite Scorponok’s incessant nudging of his exposed wing and arm. A particularly hard prod finally earned a flicker of light within the jet’s dark optics, causing the smaller ‘Con to churr impatiently and wave its claws about before the other’s face plates. ‘I know little one; I need to get you out of here, get you food, shh,’ Starscream’s mumbled reassurance was followed by an attempt to rise which left Ironhide gritting his dentals at the sounds of grinding gears and locked hydraulics it produced, ‘I’m trying.’
6. 'Jambi' (Tool) + Megatron x Starscream or Megatron x Optimus
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