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I know I haven't been very good at filling these, but...

I know I haven't been very good at filling these, but...

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Roddy doing the sniktbub
.....let's see if this jump-starts a few of my neglected projects. Stolen shamelessly from minibot_love.

1) Pick one of my fics or drabbles, or any other project you happen to know I am/was doing.

2) Request a future or past scene set in that fic-verse with any characters you want.

3) Wait for me to write 500(+/-) words of said scene.

And there was much rejoicing.
  • Rodimus stumbled into the berthroom and collapsed on the berth, a blissful smile on his face, engine humming with satisfaction. He didn't notice the room's other occupant until he spoke. "Have a nice time?"

    "Magnus?" Rodimus lifted his head. "What are you doing in my quarters?"

    An amused smile played over Magnus's face. "These are my quarters."

    Rodimus rebooted his optics and glanced around. "Oh. .....Oh. Slag. I'm sorry," He moved to get up, but Magnus waved him back down again.

    "Stay. You clearly need a rest if you're barging into other people's quarters by mistake." Then, betraying his ulterior motive, Magnus added, "Tell me how it went."

    Rodimus flopped back again, and remained silent for a moment. Finally he said, "He said it was excellent, Magnus."

    "Did he?"

    "And he thanked me." Rodimus wriggled on the berth, hands batting at the air. "He actually looked me in the optic and said 'thank you'!"

    Magnus chuckled. "Surely that's not so momentous. He can be very gracious when he wants to be."

    "This was different. I could tell he meant it." Rodimus rolled, kicking his legs up along the wall so he could grin upside-down at Magnus. "You think he'll want to do it again sometime?"

    Smiling, Magnus got up from his desk and knelt by Rodimus. "He'd have to be crazy not to." One hand stroked over Rodimus's chest, making him hum. "Come on, Rodimus," he coaxed. "Tell me more. Cyclonus is used to submitting to Galvatron, but you're not the type to use Galvatron's methods."

    "I wasn't about to try to compete with Galvatron," Rodimus admitted. "And I couldn't impress Cyclonus with toys, I got most of mine from him anyway. In the end..." He shrugged. "In the end, I kind of just fell back on being myself. The self I am when I'm doing the commander thing, anyway."

    Magnus smiled. "Then it's no wonder Cyclonus responded so well."

    "Flatterer." But the word had no power behind it, and Rodimus's engine purred rapturously under Magnus's stroking hand.
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  • Aw, this is just adorable. Roddy's so happy!

    And I love how curious Magnus is.
    • Why wouldn't he be curious? He's taking an interest in his student's development into a commander! Ahem.
      • Of course! His interest in Roddy's account is purely pedagogical, and he does not have a hand down his lack of pants while he's listening.
  • D'awww! Magnus petting a happy and triumphant Roddy is the best.
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