"And what did we steal this time?"
"Plates, Master."
"'Plates?' How many?"
"Four, Master."
"Just four?"
"Yes, Master."
"And what noble little Destron cause are we selling them off for today?"
Fuck I wish he'd quite callin' it that. "Orphanage, Master."
"Hmm. You steal for them quite frequently."
"They've been getting lots of orphans in lately, Master."
"And why might that be?"
Your team keeps killin' off their families. "I don't know, Master."
"How badly do they need the money?"
"Badly, Master."
"How much do you want to help them?"
"Very much, Master."
"How much?"
Fuck you, you son of a bitch. "I'll meet you in your quarters this evening, Master."
-.-.-.-
Title: Exchange
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Transformers Animated, Shattered Glass
Characters / Pairings: Prowl x Lockdown
Rating: T+
Genre: General
Warnings / Notes: Prompt from
locoexclaimer : TFA – Lockdown x Prowl / Sentinel Prime x Blackarachnia / Soundwave x Jazz – Shattered Glass or factionswap
Christ, I love these Write-a-Day challenges.
Other things I love, TFA Shattered Glass. <3
What I don’t love: This fill. Augh, fuck my inability to let a better fill come up. Shit. It was either this or Jazz molesting poor mute Soundwave.
Aaaanyway… My theory in SG is that Lockdown is smuggling goods out of Autobot districts and selling them (often jointly with Swindle) while working for whoever—in this case, Prowl. They are totally and completely sleeping with each other in exchange for a blind eye to their deeds.
Not too sure about the dialogue only style. Thought it up at the 11th hour to get shit done. xP
…Fuck I still hate this fill. Sorry world. :c
Prowl, Lockdown, Transformers Animated / Shattered Glass © Hasbro
"Plates, Master."
"'Plates?' How many?"
"Four, Master."
"Just four?"
"Yes, Master."
"And what noble little Destron cause are we selling them off for today?"
Fuck I wish he'd quite callin' it that. "Orphanage, Master."
"Hmm. You steal for them quite frequently."
"They've been getting lots of orphans in lately, Master."
"And why might that be?"
Your team keeps killin' off their families. "I don't know, Master."
"How badly do they need the money?"
"Badly, Master."
"How much do you want to help them?"
"Very much, Master."
"How much?"
Fuck you, you son of a bitch. "I'll meet you in your quarters this evening, Master."
-.-.-.-
Title: Exchange
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Transformers Animated, Shattered Glass
Characters / Pairings: Prowl x Lockdown
Rating: T+
Genre: General
Warnings / Notes: Prompt from
Christ, I love these Write-a-Day challenges.
Other things I love, TFA Shattered Glass. <3
What I don’t love: This fill. Augh, fuck my inability to let a better fill come up. Shit. It was either this or Jazz molesting poor mute Soundwave.
Aaaanyway… My theory in SG is that Lockdown is smuggling goods out of Autobot districts and selling them (often jointly with Swindle) while working for whoever—in this case, Prowl. They are totally and completely sleeping with each other in exchange for a blind eye to their deeds.
Not too sure about the dialogue only style. Thought it up at the 11th hour to get shit done. xP
…Fuck I still hate this fill. Sorry world. :c
Prowl, Lockdown, Transformers Animated / Shattered Glass © Hasbro
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Date: 2011-07-19 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-19 10:59 pm (UTC)Isn't it? Holy crap. D: