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Call for drabble prompts~

Give me a pairing/character/fandom and a song lyric/phrase/prompty theme, and I'll give you at least a hundred words, probably more.

Because it occurred to me that I'm about to have a lot more free time for the next month or so and I haven't attempted one of these in a while. ;)

AUs, crack, crossovers, porn, stuff based on old fic/unfinished projects, all welcome. Fandoms include Transformers (mostly G1, Beast Wars, and Prime, though I admit I never made it through season 2 of Prime), Marvel Cinematic Universe/Avengers, TMNT (not TOO familiar with the new cartoon, but other iterations are fair game), Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy 7, maybe a little Ace Attorney if the spirit moves... eh, you know my playgrounds. ;)

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AU where Red Alert was chosen by the Matrix. Either back on Cybertron or when OP is killed moderndayish. :D :D :D :D :D :D

Aaaaand another, in case Red Alert Prime doesn't work out:

Jazz, full-body massage. :D :D :D :D

I'll get to the Red Alert one, it intrigues me. It just might take me a few days. XD

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Jazz flatters himself that even the rumors about his skill don't do him justice. The same hands that can take a life as swift as thought can reduce even the most stressed mechs to blissed-out puddles of Satisfied Client, and Jazz takes far more pride in the latter. He's even got a list of regulars, from Cassetticons to Omega Supreme (you'd be amazed how sore the poor mech's feet can get), from Red Alert (who doesn't come nearly as often as he should) to Ratchet (who shamelessly hogs his attention and Jazz doesn't have the spark to kick him out).

His favorite client, though, is Optimus Prime. The mech's so heavily armored that his massages are more like one-sided wrestling matches, with Jazz getting his elbows and knees involved in the action. It's a workout, but a satisfying one, leaving Jazz just as relaxed and blissful as his Prime.

(Also - though he'd never admit it under torture - Optimus makes the most incredible sounds when he's under Jazz's hands. Makes his engine race like nothing else.)

Mmmmmrow. Yes, Autobots say, we'll take about 50 of those. :D Yaaaaay, thank you!!! <3

giggles Jazz's Massage Parlor is Open For Business! :D

Welcome~

The war would stutter to a stop, because no 'bots would ever leave the base. The 'Cons would eventually stage an invasion, just out of curiosity, and once they were inside the Jazz Army would have them.

War over. All your Cybertronians are belong to Jazz. :D

Jazz: *cracks knuckles* Who's first? >|)D
'Cons: .....we offer a truce. *pile onto the massage berths*

oh, that's nice! And omg, poor Omega Supreme :(

Being that big takes a toll, poor lad. *pats him*

Transformers G1 - "I'm in love with a strict machine."

Chip shivered, skin prickling under a fine sheen of sweat. That, and clinging onto Prowl's thigh, was the only movement he had left to him, and while he wasn't precisely complaining, he was raised to be a gentleman, and he really ought to reciprocate.

"Prowl," he tried, and felt the pressure of Prowl's palm on his back increase. Not enough to hurt, never any danger of that - but that was Prowl. Precision and control. "Prowl, let me."

"Your turn next," Prowl reminded him, cool voice ghosting over his skin. "I promise, you can do whatever you want with me then."

Chip gasped wordlessly, the words setting off fireworks in his head even as a renewed vibration from Prowl's engine made his hips jerk against the strict pressure of the metal palm.

Ohh, yummy. This is a fantastic piece! (I find myself a teensie bit jealous of Chip, though...)

You're not the only one~

hmm...

Final Fantasy VII, Tifa or Aeris (or Tifa/Aeris if the mood strikes you), "How I love a rainy night"

She wasn't the type to complain, but it was plain as anything that Aeris was a city girl to the bone. Tifa was more used to roughing it - living at the foot of the Nibel Mountains, she'd been told, counted as 'roughing it' by default - so the trekking across grassland, marsh and cave didn't bother her too much. But Aeris was gritting her teeth with every bug bite, flagging behind the others as they hiked, and while her skills with Materia were a hell of an asset, every new monster fight left her out of breath.

...to be fair to the girl, the marsh was pretty awful.

The final straw came on the edge of the Junon forest, when it started bucketing down rain even as they were scrambling to set up their tents. Tifa watched Aeris grit her teeth and get on with things, as always, but as soon as her little pup tent (the smallest one the shop in Kalm had, and still a heavy burden for her) she crawled inside and zipped the flap up. A brief lull in the rainstorm let Tifa hear her crying.

Tifa sent Cloud packing with a look, fetched out a blanket from her own pack and entered Aeris's tent. Aeris's shoulders hunched and a sob was choked back down her throat; Tifa murmured her name and ran gentle fingers over her hair. "Come on, let's get that dress off. You'll get sick otherwise."

Getting Aeris's wet clothes off took some interesting maneuvering in that limited space, but they managed it in the end. Tifa tucked the blanket around her in its place, and allowed Aeris to curl up in her arms.

"It's the rain," Aeris muttered, cold nose against Tifa's shoulder. "S' my first. I just got emotional."

"Mmhm." Tifa accepted that without comment. The rain pattered against the walls of the tent, and even after it lulled Aeris to sleep Tifa remained awake, looking after her friend, keeping her warm.

aw, poor Aeris. She's trying so hard but she just wasn't prepared for this! i love seeing warm, caring Tifa; she's perfect here.

Thank you! :D

*beams* Welcome! :DDD I have to admit my heart went out to Aeris when she was having trouble keeping up with Cloud on the way home - I was a "picked last in gym" kid too.

and a TF prompt in case the other doesn't inspire

Beast Wars, Rhinox, smelling the flowers is overrated

Arcee, speed

Hmm, Optimus Primal/Dark Designs Rhinox?

[drabble prompts] Prowl/Jazz, "We used to be best buddies/And now we're not,/I wish you would tell me why..." (Because typist is evil. ;) )

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There was a faint mark on the doorjamb leading to Prowl's office, where Jazz had made a habit of tapping his knuckles for attention. It used to amuse him. Now he had to struggle to keep his smile as he tapped that same spot, a light double-tap, same as always. "Hey," he called. "Nice day out. Wanna go for a drive?"

Prowl didn't even look up from his data slate. "I've got too much to do here, Jazz."

You always do, Jazz wanted to snap, but he held his vocalizer. He already knew he was too greedy. Ric, you were right about me. Always were. "Some other time?"

"Mhm." Prowl's stylus started moving again. Jazz had already faded from his awareness.

The impulse to shout at him, to shake him, to run headlong through the halls like an upset youngling bloomed in him and faded just as quickly. The only concession Jazz would make to his rent spark, as he turned to go, was to let his smile die.

aaaaaw, poor Jazz. You may be greedy, but Prowl is an oblivious git. :((

He really is. Someone tell Jazz it's okay to have his own needs.

This gave me a sad bunny, where Prowl actually was more normal when Jazz met him, and then Prowl had an upgraded battle processor put in or some other processor hoohah that messed with his personality, and now....yeah. Sad Jazz is sad, remembering his friend and said friend...not being the same.

...well, you can just rock me to sleep tonight. ;_;

*pet pets pet pets*

Jazz says it's ok now, really. Everyone's changed by the war. He's changed, Prowl's changed, everyone. He got used to it, accepted it, and moved on.

He never quite forgives Prime, though. Irrational, he knows, but still...s'true.

Guess I can't blame him, really. *hugs*

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