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[lyricality]

Look, I'm alive! ...or some reasonable facsimile thereof.
And, since I requested something so lovely from onetruesikorsky...

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead. Last bit ain't mandatory.

My personal request is that you please please limit your Transformers requests to TF:A or Bayverse, since everything else is a bit of a blur to me at the moment. ^^; Also, if you do NOT want pr0nz...you should probably specifically say so. Heh. #^^#

Also I am slow. Maybe that doesn't need saying.

EDIT:

1) TF:A Optimus/Rodimus - lady_oneiros Complete
2) Jareth/Puck - killerbeautiful Complete
3) Movieverse Ratchet/Ironhide, Mirage/Optimus (Seven Days) - mmouse15 Complete
4) Charlie/Wonka - piscaria
5) Optimus Prime/Starscream - nkfloofiepoof
6) Holmes/April - bzzinglikeneon
7) TF:A Megatron/Jetfire/Jetstorm - onetruesikorsky Complete
8) TF:A Wreck-Gar and Starscream - err, someone
9) TF:A Megatron/Optimus - rosieknight
10) Qui-Gon/Padme (I think?) - lheena
BONUS 11) Movieverse slave AU Optimus/Megatron - lady_oneiros

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[onetruesikorsky.livejournal.com]

*coughs* Could I take some Megatron x Jet Twins? I've been on a huge kick for those three lately. D:

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

“Excellency, they are in here,” said Shockwave. His claws tapped at the control panel of the containment cell and entered a complicated code—rather more complicated than necessary, in Megatron's opinion, but he had largely ceased questioning Shockwave's methods as Shockwave had ceased questioning his. Efficacy was proof enough of loyalty between them. “They did put up something of a fight,” Shockwave added, one antenna lifting slightly higher than the other like a raised optic ridge. “But Lugnut's description was, on the whole, correct.”

In the instant before the door slid open, Megatron squared his shoulders and brought a conscious relaxation into his posture. He smiled and stepped into the holding cell with Shockwave at his back.

“Autobot Jetstorm,” he said, with an expansive gesture of one arm that brought both twins squeezing closer together―as if they could join plating as easily as sparks. The smaller cage he had given them would not allow them the necessary space to combine, and they could endure their narrow accommodations only so long as they touched. “Autobot Jetfire. Please, do accept my most sincere welcome to the Nemesis.”

They regarded him in wary silence.

Striding forward, Megatron keyed in the command sequence that would unlock the cage. Shockwave buzzed discontentedly at his shoulder, but the other mech made no move to interfere. “Do forgive the...overzealousness of my soldiers,” Megatron said. “Be welcome not as my prisoners, but as my guests. We Decepticons do not mean you harm. So long as you do no harm to us, of course.”

The twins shared a swift glance and remained silent and still for a long cycle more, even after the barred door slid aside and offered them a means of escape, and Megatron kept the smugness out of his expression with practiced ease.

Jetfire spoke first. “Guests?”

“Of course.” Megatron took a backwards step, giving them more space, gratified when they uncurled from each other just a bit. He continued, “My soldier described identical flying Autobots. That was enough to garner my attention. But you are sparktwins, as well.” He stretched forward a beckoning hand. “Forgive my fascination, but you are in all respects an extraordinary phenomenon.”

Tilting his head, Jetfire edged forward just a bit, and he shrugged off Jetstorm's hand when his twin tried to hold him back.

“We must not give trust to Decepticons,” Jetstorm hissed, repeating a lesson no doubt learned by rote rather than experience. Despite his reluctance, when Jetfire squeezed out of the cage and stretched in the open space beyond it, Jetstorm followed him.

Megatron smiled again and gestured for them to follow him out into the corridor. “Allow me to demonstrate my good will by showing you our ship.”

He took the lead out into the halls; Shockwave waited for the twins to follow before bringing up the rear. Purposefully, he brought them down the corridor and into the hangar at the rear of the ship, where Lugnut hulked in recharge in his vehicle mode. The twins stared with undisguised awe at the breadth of the space—at the high ceiling and the docking areas that would accommodate even the largest of the Decepticons with ease.

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“As you see, we are entirely accustomed to flying mechs.” Megatron drew upon his most convincing tone of subtle reassurance. “I doubt that your Autobot brethren always react with the appropriate level of appreciation for your abilities. A pity, really, but Autobot traditionalism rarely allows for an enlightened worldview. Progress, as defined by the Autobot Council, will always be irrevocably tied to the ground.” Out of the corner of one optic, Megatron caught the back-and-forth bounce of another uneasy glance between the two little jets. “Your advanced nature is not to be feared...but celebrated.”

“Brother,” one whispered to the other.

In reply, the visored twin tightened the line of his mouth and shook his head.

Slightly narrowing his optics, Megatron turned with the swift grace of a striking predator. He grasped Jetfire's wrist between two fingers and held firm to the joint even when the jet jerked back with a static buzz of fright. “You are delicate,” Megatron said. He slid his thumb along the seams of the metal and felt the double whirr of fragile components under his dedicatedly careful grip. “Not to say that you are weak. You are small, however. Lithe. Unexpectedly agile.” He curled his mouth into a smile. “Such builds are uncommon among Decepticons.” In illustration, he tilted his head lightly in the direction of Lugnut, then Shockwave, but he kept his optics fixed on those of Jetfire. “The two of you are...exotic.”

He let his thumb drift upward, running metal over metal along the inner seam of the jet's forearm before casually releasing him.

Jetfire literally fell backwards a full step, only steadying when both of Jetstorm's slim arms wrapped tight around him. Both twins faintly trembled. Megatron needed no superior capabilities of transmission or intelligence to know that they had ways of communicating that did not rely upon audible speech or private channels.

“The Autobots,” Jetstorm said, at last, in halting unease. “They...sometimes fear us.”

Megatron inclined his head in agreement. “Of course they do.” He manufactured a regretful sigh through his vents. “Your unique command of the air reminds them of our sort, after all, and Autobots will always fear Decepticons. The weak have reason to fear the powerful.”

Both twins visibly bristled, their wiring clicking and snapping beneath their plating. Megatron supposed that he had touched on the sensitive node of Autobot preconditioning.

“The Autobots are not weak!” piped Jetfire.

Jetstorm adopted a similar pose of offense. “The Autobots control Cybertron!”

“Yes,” Megatron replied with equanimity. “They do. But that hardly answers the question of whether or not they should.”

The two paused, then tensed, and then finally shared another uncertain glance between them. Their postures devolved into awkward angles and halting lines, and they appeared again as their mental, rather than physical ages―two Cybertronians barely past the protoform stage.

“What is it that you mean?” Jetfire said at length.

“You, the greatest of their creations since Project Omega, and how do they make use of you? By sending you flitting around the galaxy, chasing after small and relatively harmless enclaves of Decepticon saboteurs. What a waste.”

Heads tilting in uncertainty, the twins grasped each other's hands. They were probably unaware of their propensity for—and thus vulnerability to—physical contact. Finally, Jetstorm spoke. “Tell us more.”

Megatron couldn't quite restrain his smirk into a smile, but no matter. “Gladly,” he said, and then he pretended to consider. “In a better location...my private quarters, perhaps. Shockwave, do be kind enough to bring the highest grade of oil for our extraordinary guests.”

[onetruesikorsky.livejournal.com]

That.... was gorgeous. @_@

The twins are sooooo adorable even when they're terrified out of their minds, and I love love love that you can actually see a small difference in the twins, where Jetfire is the more 'outgoing' (I can't think of the word because I am so full of SQEEE) and more protective of the two and Jetstorm is more set in the Autobot ways, but both are still easily swayed by the other's decisions.

And MEGATRON. SO manipulative with his every word. He's incredibly captivating it's no wonder the Jet Twins are having troubles saying no. I love your take on him (every time you write him it's just like.... guh. @_@ )

And no pronz, but it's a very promising continuation (if it were to be continued???? *crosses fingers and prays?* D: )

I'll draw you another picture if you do. :3 And I haven't given up on the first one, I assure you, I'm just slow. XD

Seriously though, even if you didn't have the time to continue this... this alone was pure win and I love it so thank you so so so much it is truly awesome! I love all of your transformer work, particularly Animated. You have their characters so spot on that it's difficult to tell if you wrote their canon or not! :3

Thank you again! <333333333333

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

.....Continuing this is now seriously tempting. o.o I would do a great many things for more art from you. The only trouble is that this has less of a plot than usual, even from me: "Megatron seduces the jet twins. It is easy because they are vulnerable to flattery and pettings."

Lol, and if I wrote TF:A canon, poor Optimus would never be vertical.

Everyone: *stands in line to 'corrupt' him*
Megatron: *grateful for the line, as it allows him to murder the others more easily and claim Optimus for himself*

[onetruesikorsky.livejournal.com]

Well if Megatron wouldn't be so durn manipulative... XD But alas, he is a sexy 'Con and we all love him for his way with words.

And the Twins are terribly easy to corrupt aren't they? Poor things are just looking for a true sense of direction. Perhaps a direction towards Megatron's berth? XD They'd be Megatron's personal lap companions, one attached to each hip, constantly licking and nipping for attention.

Optimus never being vertical is -always- a good thing. XD Unless they're like... in the washracks and Megatron catches him and takes him from behind. >:3

......what do you want for a pic? I feel really honored that you like my art. ^_^;; It's really motivating. >:) And I can always settle for another pairing if it will get me pronz. 8D

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

Unless they're like... in the washracks and Megatron catches him and takes him from behind. >:3

....asdkakdfdkldguh. That. Draw that. Sorry, Lyric's brain is no longer receiving sensory input. Please leave a message and she will get back to you as soon as teh giant robotz stop being sexy.

Wow. Yes.

Hmmmmm, I would need to think about that. Maybe...I am extremely partial to the image of Optimus in Megatron's lap. *purrs helplessly*

[onetruesikorsky.livejournal.com]

Oh I have ideas for that too, trust me. Will Optimus be facing forward or back to chest, grinding his aft into Megatron's groin? >:3 Or do you prefer the less forward Optimus that is all curled up in Megatron's lap begging 'Please...' All are equally delicious.

Perhaps we should continue this on AIM so we're not sputtering over your comments? XD If you'd like to my IM is Justinethebean02

I have... admittedly a lot (and by a lot I mean a LOT. A lot of porn >_> </strike) of ideas floating around in my head that half the time never see paper. :/ So make me draw! XD

[onetruesikorsky.livejournal.com]

Haha, I fail with lj tinkerings.