Stories for a winter's night

So a while back a bunch of people on Tumblr got to talking about the idea of a series of festivals and challenges that end in an orgy (Pretty sure ladydragon76 was involved in that). The talk got the gears moving in my head and I was inspired. And, of course, being me it'll turn out dark and terrible and awful and mean. Oh well. While all the other Autobots are renewing their mutual bonds by screwing like horny bonobos, poor Smokescreen is pretty much shut out of the fun and ends up in Medical after he's attacked for some perceived crime or another.

I should be working on Polyhex, and instead I'm busy making Smokescreen suffer. Yeah, sounds like par for the course. So a little Smokescreen, a little Creeperscreen, a little bit of everything for everyone (save for sticky because I still can't write that style. Maybe one day).

( I'm going to put a little snippit right here because I can! )

Title: The Sessions: Bluestreak
Fandom: Transformers: Generation One
Characters & Relationships: Smokescreen, Bluestreak
Rating: T
Warnings: Example of PTSD

Summary: Bluestreak surprises Smokescreen with an unexpected and much needed therapy session.

Author’s Note: Based on the TF_Speedwriting prompt: #2 - Scenario - no sound, over a large space of time. My hope is to turn this into a series with Smokey having sessions with all the various mechs on the Ark and maybe one or two Decepticons along the way. We'll see how that works.

( The Sessions: Bluestreak )

Title: Patience
Author: Wyntir_Knight

Rating: G
Series: G1
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bluestreak

Summary: Bluestreak waits for the perfect shot.

Warnings: None

Author's Note: I'm trying my hands at writing drabbles. I've come to the conclusion, that while long fics are fantastic, drabbles are far harder to write. After all, you're trying to get a whole concept down to as few words as possible.

Technically, this isn't a true drabble. I believe it comes in as about 150 words, rather than the required 100, but I think I presented the scene well.

Any comments would be appreciated.

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.



I lie on my belly, looking out over the battlefield below me. I'm surrounded by the filth and debris of this burned out apartment but I take no notice of it. For me, all there is is this moment. My fuelpump and intakes work in a slow and steady rhythm; I am calm, at one with my rifle. I will offline a Decepticon today.

I am silence. No chatter, no busywork. The other Autobots seem amazed that I'm a sniper, but here I don't need to hold the past back with constant noise. Here I don't need to worry that the shadows are going to remind me of an old horror. Here I can focus on now. There is no past. There is no future. There is only now. And me. And my gun. And Devastator turning to look at my nest. I will offline a Decepticon today. .... Just maybe not this one ....