Bandwagon time

[nkfloofiepoof]

I don't often do this, partly because I'm such a slow writer, but mostly because I just don't like taking prompts from other people simply because I'm a paranoid nit about getting characters wrong and/or letting down the prompter/requester. But, alas, I'm a sucker for bandwagons, and since I've already left prompts for 3 other people, it would be beyond selfish of me to not post as well.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. Please also include a PROMPT (1-3 words or a phrase/quote) because I can't be left to think of something on my own, or it'll never get done. 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.

I reserve the right to turn down a pairing/prompt if I don't like it. To save you the trouble, these are DEFINITE "no"s: Prowl/Jazz, Prime/Bumblebee, Prime/Elita. I normally only do G1/IDW, but depending on the pairing/prompt, I can try my hand at movie 'verse (first movie only - I've been avoiding spoilers for the second like the plague). I don't do Animated - sorry. I can tryyyyy to do pr0n, but I'm even slower at that than I am at regular writing, so request at your own risk D: Sticky is perfectly fine if that's what you want, but you'll have to specify. My default is tactile/spark.

These will probably be done on the train to California next week, so sorry if it takes a while D:

Edit:

1. Sentinel Prime/Sunstorm - [Imperium Cybertronium; "Everybody needs someone"] vejiraziel
2. Ratchet/Jazz - [G1; cuddles] raelynhb
3. Blurr/Mirage - [IDW pre-war; "There is more to life than simply increasing its speed"] oxbridgefemme
4. Ramhorn - [G1; jealous] mmouse15
5. Prime/Starscream - [G1?; faithfully] lyricality
6. Tracks/Jazz - [IDW; excessive gratitude] eerian_sadow
7. Snarl/Slag - [Maximum Dinobots; rough-housing] kokitten
8. Shockwave/Megatron - [DW/IDW; hostage negotiations] spotlight_noa
9. Starscream/Jazz - [G1; unexpected] vani_nessa
10. Hound/Mirage - [Fistful of Energon; "I hate this Primus damned bonnet!"] vejiraziel

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part 1

[nkfloofiepoof]

I totally butchered your prompt and everything in it D: I can't apologize enough

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Lights of all colors pulsed and flashed with the beat of music which shook the walls as well as the circuits of the mechs inside the complex whether they were dancing, drinking, or simply conversing with one another. It was hard to have a conversation over the constant pounding of the music, but one did not come to the Circle to simply talk. No - the Circle was for fun of all types, and simple conversation was not considered "fun" by its typical customers. Some liked the music, some came for the atmosphere, and some were partial to the high quality of energon served.

Blurr preferred the attention.

"Blurr, over here!"

"Hey, Blurr! Great job beating Swiftride!"

"Blurr, is there anybody you can't outrun?"

"Locomatic is tough, Blurr, but my bet's on you!"

Blurr soaked up all of the praise and attention as thoroughly as his fuel processor soaked the fuel he was consuming, beaming and laughing along with his crowd of fans. Few dared to touch him as if they believed marring his finish would slow him down, but he did not mind - the praise was more than enough to keep him happy while he was off of the race track. Nothing compared to the glorious feeling of racing, but being fawned over by his fans was close enough.

As was usual, the crowd started to dissipate after the first cycle and a half, but Blurr was not yet ready to leave even when all who remained were himself, the bartender, and a few other mechs and femmes sitting around the tables against the walls. The music was still making his circuits quiver, and the lights were still giving the bottle in his hand a rather peculiar tinge of different colors, so as far as he was concerned, the party was still going on.

Apparently, someone else thought so too. Blurr glanced around the room again and turned to see a blue and white mech dancing alone in the center of the room. He moved his elegant curves in perfect sync with the music. Blurr knew he could not be just anyone - only mechs of a higher status were allowed into the Circle, and clearly, if the perfectly polished frame, intricately sharpened edges and curves, and flawless paint were any indication, this mech was the quality of Cybertronian the Circle was meant to serve. Blurr leaned back in his seat at the bar and finished his drink while he watched the stranger dance and wondered where he was from. The design was not one he was accustomed to seeing even among all of his followers - perhaps this was someone from the other side of the planet.

When the mech glanced over his shoulder, Blurr caught a brief glimpse of his face and the small, almost sly smile that graced it before the stranger continued his dance, and it might have just been Blurr's imagination, but he thought maybe there was a little more fluidity in his movements than before. He knew he was being watched.

"Them nobles sure are somethin', ain't they?" the bartender's amused voice came from over Blurr's shoulder.

"Nobles?" Blurr repeated.

"Yeah - Towers mechs. Don't usually come mix with our kind."