As requested! Probably deviated a little from it, and for that I'm incredibly sorry!
Jazz ran, stumbling over the uneven terrain as he tried to escape those chasing him.
He clutched a bundle of energon cubes to his chest, gasping for breath as he tried his hardest to go faster. His t-cog was not harmed, and was fully functional, but as low on energon as he was he found himself reluctant to use it.
His downfall was a root, and he tripped over it. The energon cubes went flying, but all thoughts of going after them vanished when the sound of pedefalls were right behind him. Scrambling to his feet, Jazz crawled into a small burrow he had spotted and hoped he wasn't seen.
Just his luck, he was.
"Get back here!" The mech shouted, huge grisly hand reaching in and attempting to close around his ankle. Jazz yelped and scrambled backwards.
If only there were something underneath him.
Jazz fell. And fell. And fell. His scream echoed, and the mechs both looked at each other before making to follow him, beginning to widen the hole.
Jazz coughed to clear his vents, looking around himself.
It was a huge chamber that was filled to the brim with a huge hoard of datapads. Jazz selected one randomly and onlined it, surprised to see a story written on it. He didn't know what he had expected, maybe plans? Secrets? Myths? Not a story about a bunny and a cackling stump. Wasn't that for younglings? Why was it in here?
Jazz froze at a deep rumble, looking up to see a few datapads trembling. They gave way to reveal a huge tunnel, bigger than a house, that had claw marks marring it.
Jazz swallowed. Hard. What had he set himself up for?
All he wanted was something to eat.
Carefully putting down the datapad, Jazz was about to go investigate when he heard something coming towards him. Not even stopping to think, he was quick to dive head-first into the hoard and make sure he was hidden.
Whatever it was, it sounded big. Scratch that, it sounded huge. It scraped against the edges of the tunnel, something sharp clacking against the ground. It growled, and there was a deep sniffing noise before-
"I smell you, little one."
What in the pit...?
Cautiously, Jazz crawled out and promptly balked at what he saw.
A dragon.
He was looking at a dragon.
Then that meant...
It hoarded... Datapads? Well, Jazz supposed it was better than knives. That would have hurt. A lot.
The dragon was the biggest thing he had ever seen, excluding the metrotitans. Their wings were held close to their body, but even Jazz could tell that when spread they'd block out the stars light. Their optics were amber, almost golden, and Jazz couldn't help but stare at them. They were a beautiful colour.
A red crest adorned their white helm, and with a brief flutter of amusement Jazz realised that they shared a colour scheme: black and white.
"Why are you here? This is no place for a youngling." They rumbled, settling down atop their hoard. Jazz involuntarily took a step back, bumping into their tail that had curled around the space.
"It was an accident" Jazz spluttered, not eager to make himself a meal. "Ah was bein' chased."
"By whom?"
"Mechs in the town. They've got it out for me..." Jazz grumbled, annoyed that he had been caught stealing again. They'd never chased him into the forest before...
"Why were they chasing you?"
Jazz found himself unable to lie, the optics penetrating him with their intense glare. It was as if they already knew.
"Ah stole from them."
There was an amused rumble. "You are honest, little one. While others have lied you have not."
"What's the use in lairing? Ain't gunna get ya anywhere." Jazz replied with a shrug.
"The truth." The dragon replied. It's helm suddenly snapped up, optics narrowing. "I believe you are still being followed."
Jazz immediately squeaked, shrinking away from the hole he had tumbled in through. With only a simple glance at Jazz, the dragon stalked forwards and breathed a dazzling flame into the tunnel. Jazz watched in awe, the bright light enchanting.
There was the sound of screaming and an explosion, quickly followed by silence.
"Did ya just...?"
"They were disturbing me."
Jazz weakly nodded. Great, stuck in a cave with a psychopathic dragon. What more could he want from life?
"You appear upset." The dragon prompted, sitting upon the datapads again, although this time his helm was closer.
"Ya just killed them."
"Oh no, I just singed them a little. Now, I don't believe you have introduced yourself."
"Ma names Jazz." Jazz replied, deciding it would be best for him to stay in the dragons good graces. They nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
"How will you be of use to me, little one?"
"Ah... What?"
"Skills. I assume thievery is not one of them, little one."
"Why do ya call me little one?"
"Because that is what you are."
Jazz huffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Ah can sing, Ah can write, Ah can read-"
"You can read?"
"Yeah, pretty well. Taught maself." Jazz replied, proudly puffing out his chest.
The dragon nudged a datapad towards him. "Read to me."
"Wha', now?"
"Yes."
Jazz picked up the datapad and onlined it. It was another younglings story that he recognised, about a trio of creatures he'd never seen before searching for the rim of heaven. "This is a younglings story."
"Perfect for you then, yes?"
"Ya've never read any of these, have ya?" Jazz asked, noticing how pristine they all were. Not something you'd expect to see on a datapad belonging to a giant.
"I cannot read your language."
Jazz would have laughed if he did not look so serious.
"So ya just hoarded these for the heck'a it?" He snorted, barely restraining the giggles.
"In the hopes that I would someday learn."
Jazz frowned. Everything he had known about dragons involved them not caring for cybertronian mecha, frowning upon them and seeing them as lesser beings. Why was this one so different?
He couldn't go back to that town. With two mechs now badly injured, possibly dead, the blame would be pinned on him, and he had no family to speak of. A plan began to formulate in his mind.
"Ah could teach ya."
The dragon immediately perked up. "Teach me?"
"Yeah. Ah can't say what kind'a teacher Ah'd be, but Ah'm willing."
"Please. Read to me."
Jazz had forgotten how long he had been there.
Any attempts to leave had been thwarted by the dragon, it always seeming to know where he was. All attempts to get the dragon to stop calling him 'little one' had failed miserably.
It wasn't as if it was terrible living there. He read to the dragon, taught him a few words, was given a cube of the best quality energon he'd ever tasted and was then given free reign to explore the complex tunnel system the dragon had dug out. Every so often, Jazz would stumble across an older hoard. He had found a hoard of chess boards, a hoard of swords, a hoard of computers and a hoard of curiosities. Some days, Jazz would widen the tunnels so the dragons wings wouldn't catch and drag on them. He had lost count of how many times he'd seen fresh energon smeared on the tunnels, a dragon licking its wounds at the end of it.
Jazz had found that the dragon was comfortable to sleep on, and often did. They were warm, and despite appearances comfy. If the dragon minded they said nothing, and many times Jazz had woken up in a different room, the dragon having moved around with Jazz on its back.
But something didn't feel right.
The dragon never told Jazz its name, always changing the topic or ignoring the question. Some nights, they would disappear only to reappear in the morning with their muzzle and claws covered in energon. No explanation was given.
It was when the dragon had left again one night when Jazz decided to take a look around.
There was one tunnel that was forbidden, and it was the one the dragon clambered out of whenever they returned. Steeling his resolve, Jazz snuck into it and towards the chamber at the end.
He wished he hadn't.
It was a hoard that Jazz knew of through legend alone. The only one of its kind.
A hoard of the deactivated.
The smell was horrendous, energon still fresh in the latest additions. It was still being added to.
Jazz knew who this dragon was, and why he refused to share his name.
Prowl.
It was spoken in hushed whispers, believed that saying it aloud would summon him. There was only one called Prowl, and it was this dragon. The name had been tainted, never again was another designated that name. Jazz swallowed hard.
What was Prowl planning? Was he simply going to toy with him until he'd had his fun? Learn to read then kill him?
Before he could be caught, Jazz scrambled away. So long as Prowl didn't know, he would be safe.
Come morning, Prowl was still not back.
Odd.
Jazz hadn't moved from the small room Prowl had dug out for him. It was mostly filled with blankets and pillows, a place for Jazz to kick back and relax. In the wall was a shelf filled with datapads.
Jazz was still pondering over what Prowl was up to. He was still adding to his hoard of bodies, that was for sure. Jazz felt slightly sick knowing it was there, but forced down the feeling.
Prowl had made no attempts to hurt nor threaten him. Yes, he had been angry with him before - plenty of times, in fact (calling him a tub of lard probably wasn't the best idea he'd ever had) yet he had never been violent.
And when Jazz tried to escape, he couldn't help but notice that Prowl looked... Scared.
Did he not want him to leave? Was that why he was keeping his identity a secret?
A loud snarl echoed through the chamber, and Jazz snapped upright from where he was sprawled over the pillows.
It sounded like Prowl.
He was terrified that he had been caught, and so it was reluctantly that he stuck his head through the opening. He couldn't see the dragon, but he could see the glowing of energon.
Prowl had come in a different way.
Believing that he was safe, Jazz hopped down and ran towards the pool of energon.
Just around the corner, Prowl had curled up, wings hiding his body. The energon was coming from him.
"Dragon?" Jazz tentatively asked. He wasn't about to call him Prowl - oh no, that was suicide. Gingerly stepping closer, pedes splashing in the lifeblood that had spilled into the floor, Jazz reached forwards and placed a hand on the closest wing.
Prowl twitched, wing lifting so the dragon could look at Jazz.
Jazz's jaw dropped as he noticed the gashes on his face, and he pushed past the wing to take a look at the rest of his body.
The shafts of arrows thicker than his wrist were embedded in his armour, energon forcing its way out through the wound. Long scratches marred his plating, some nicking a line and slicing it open.
"Wha' happened to ya?" Jazz asked, reluctant to touch anything.
"Boarder guard." Prowl replied, hissing as he shifted to allow Jazz closer. "Didn't expect them."
Jazz knew that they had a boarder guard, although he was incredibly out of the loop as to what they were doing. An idea began brewing, although he didn't know if Prowl would like it.
"Ah could go into the town an' see-"
"No." Prowl hissed, optics narrowing as his denta were bared.
"Aw, come on! Ah'll come back! Better than ya getting turned into a colander!"
Prowl tilted his helm. "Colander...?"
Jazz would have slapped his palm to his forehead. They didn't know what it was.
"A holey thing- doesn't matter. Ah'll be honest, Ah don't know how ta get these out."
Prowl huffed and let himself sag down onto the ground. "I know others who do, however you'll have to hide."
"Why, are they not friendly?"
"Not at all."
"Fine." Jazz huffed, annoyed that he wouldn't be getting a breath of fresh air anytime soon.
Jazz did not hide in his room like Prowl had told him to. Oh no, he hid amongst Prowls hoard.
He had to find the way out. An opening to the outside world he could get to.
Just remembering the stench of putrefying bodies made him shudder as his tanks lurched. He could very easily join them if he stayed.
Silently, he sat hidden beneath a pile of datapads, listening hard. Prowl hadn't moved an inch from where he lay, still breathing heavily and hissing in pain every so often. Jazz's spark clenched at the thought of leaving him while he was so vulnerable, but the need to be free was too large to ignore.
He had to go.
The sound of something coming down through a tunnel reached Jazz, and he looked up to see another dragon, slightly smaller than Prowl amble in. Mostly white with a grey crest and a single red streak down their arms. They growled, making clicking noises and snarls that Jazz didn't understand before walking towards where Prowl was.
Seizing his chance, Jazz fled.
Air.
Fresh air.
It was intoxicating, and Jazz took a few moments to just breathe.
But he couldn't stay there for long. Jazz quickly began to walk towards the town, making sure to stick to the shadows (who knew it was twilight already?) so he wasn't seen.
As an orphan, Jazz had to fend for himself, but this didn't include his shelter. Himself and the other mecha in similar situations had all banded together, building their own ramshackle dwelling where nobody else had wanted to build. It was still where he remembered it, and he couldn't have been happier to see it.
As he opened the door, three faces looked at him.
"Sup."
Jazz lay right at the bottom of the pile. The others had all piled on top of him, their own way of welcoming him back. But Jazz wasn't asleep.
All he could hear was a low, mournful sound coming from the forest. It sounded as though it were echoing, and it hadn't stopped in joors.
His spark clenched as there was a hitch in the song. Jazz had a terrible feeling that it was Prowl singing, and it was himself who had made him sing such a mournful song.
Trying to wriggle free of the pile was fruitless, and so Jazz had to stay and suffer with the song.
Come morning, it had begun to taper off.
But Jazz knew that he couldn't go back. It was suffocating in there, constantly being kept inside and out of sight.
At the same time, he missed the security that Prowl had offered. Maybe if he came back he'd prove himself...?
He'd need something to come back with. Information. That was what he needed.
Jazz broke free from the pile and snuck towards the town.
The library was the first place Jazz looked. Prowl had often lamented over the fact he didn't have the fourth book in the Harry Potter series. He had heard dragons were involved and had, obviously, been curious to see their portrayal. Weirdly enough he had the final three, and that had been the only one he was missing.
Another book caught Jazz's attention, one he wouldn't have minded reading. It was promptly plucked from the shelf and stashed into his subspace.
Given the fact he was an orphan, it was thought that he hadn't worked out his subspace. Before he had met Prowl, that was true. The dragon had taken pity and shown him.
Nobody would be stopping him for stealing.
No, he might be lynched for murder. So he was being quick.
The other orphans had told him of how the two mechs who had chased him were found dead in the forest, badly burned and parts missing. As Jazz had gone missing after being chased by them, it was assumed he was on the run.
More data pads were plucked from the shelves. He was still alone.
At the sound of voices Jazz decided it was high time he left, and snuck out.
Now, back to Prowl.
Would the dragon be mad? Probably. Jazz hoped that the stolen gifts would be enough to subdue him.
Prowl hissed in pain as he shifted, licking his wing.
Digging a new tunnel was always a pain, even more so when there was no one to help you. The chamber at the end was a different story - much easier. Especially if he only wanted himself to fit in it. No horde, just simply himself.
Having no clan anymore did have its faults, but it's merits were... Satisfactory.
Still, being injured and without a clan was dangerous. Prowl could only hope that Ratchet wouldn't monopolise on the chance to be the one to kill Prowl. He wasn't one for killing - he was a medic - but it didn't mean others in his clan wouldn't snap at the chance. At least Prowl was glad that if anyone were to break in, Jazz wouldn't be getting caught in the crossfire.
Jazz. He couldn't believe that he'd run away. Pain and sadness were the first things that registered, and betrayal. Lonely, he was lonely. He'd been alone for so long... And he'd let himself believe that Jazz was going to stay...
Anger. Next he had felt anger. It was short lived, the extreme movements of attempting to destroy something too taxing on his broken body.
Then, it was grief. He had lost everything, his clan to a war and then Jazz. Jazz had always wanted to leave, yet Prowl never let him, and so Jazz had waited until he was injured and couldn't follow to escape.
Prowl supposed it was for the best. Jazz would never learn who he was and could get on with his own life, not knowing what was underneath the forest.
Finally, he had dug the tunnel deep enough. It was a downwards slope, hard to see from above and even harder to navigate down. He set to work carving out the cavern at the end, ensuring the bottom was horizontal.
Jazz sprinted into the forest.
He had been seen by the guard, and their shouts had attracted too much attention for him to hide. Back to Prowl it was.
The other orphans didn't understand. Why go back when you were desperate to leave? Why leave us again? Safe to say, Jazz wouldn't have been surprised if they were the ones to rat him out.
Prowl. Would the dragon even accept him or the datapads? Jazz hoped he would. It was that or being publicly executed for murder. They'd never let an orphan defend themselves.
It was only when Jazz was sure he had lost the guards that he made his way towards the entrance to Prowls den. The stolen goods were still locked up safely in his subspace, so Jazz had both hands free to clamber and climb over rocks, through the canopy above and to crawl through small tunnels created by animals. He had to make sure he could not be easily followed.
Getting back in again was the hard part. Jazz knew where it should have been, yet he couldn't see it. It looked like a plain rock face, but Jazz was certain that he had passed that particular bush when he was leaving...
Picking up a stick, he threw it at the rock face.
Only it didn't bounce off, and instead went through it.
Jazz remembered Prowl telling him about illusionary barriers. This must have been one of them.
Remembering where the stick went in, Jazz carefully stepped through.
It was a maze.
Jazz knew the way to most of the chambers, but Jazz had found that it was still somewhat hard to navigate. The fire that usually illuminated the tunnels was gone, so Jazz had to go by feel and the feeble light from glowing crystals alone.
There was a track of fresh energon leading towards a tunnel Jazz didn't recognise. Energon was smeared on the walls, caught in grooves carved by wings.
It was Prowls.
Jazz stepped in, only to suddenly stop and have to pinwheel his arms to find his balance. It suddenly sloped down at a 70 degree angle, meaning one wrong step would send him tumbling down.
Carefully, sticking close to the wall, Jazz began to edge his way down.
A loose crystal he didn't spot in time was quite literally his downfall, Jazz loosing his balance and tumbling down the rest of the way. He skidded into a cavern with one other occupant.
Prowl.
Jazz held his breath, watching as their optics remained offline. He wasn't moving, and Jazz would have thought he was deactivated if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest.
Slowly standing, Jazz quietly walked the few steps towards Prowls face. He looked almost peaceful, a slight frown on his face.
Jazz was glad he was asleep. He had no idea what he'd say.
And he did look awfully comfortable...
Jazz took the datapads he had stolen for Prowl out of his subspace and placed them in the mouth of the cavern before tucking himself onto Prowls shoulder and falling into recharge.
Something had changed.
Prowl cracked open an optic, sleepily looking around. His blurry sight focused on a pile of datapads that were most certainly not there before.
Instantly on the defensive, Prowl began to sniff them to find out who had left them when he discovered them to stink of Jazz.
Jazz had left them...?
Speaking of which, he could still smell him and there was a weight leaning against him that wasn't there before. Looking down, he spotted Jazz recharging on his shoulder, scrapes and scratches marring his frame. Dried energon was splattered on him. What had the little one been through?
Waking him was probably the best course of action, so Prowl wriggled his shoulder, forcing Jazz to slide to the floor and wake up.
"Wazzup'appenin'?" Was his dignified response, groggily sitting up and rubbing at his optics under his visor. He started when he realised that Prowl was very much awake and was regarding him blankly, expression giving away nothing like usual. "Oh. Hi, didn't expect you to wake up so soon." He admitted, making to stand.
"You left." Was Prowls deadpan response.
"An' look at the haul Ah got!" Jazz excitedly gestured to the datapads. "Ah got the Goblet of Fire, like ya wanted, one with Timothy Cavendish when the Scottish started a bar fight, the one with the leecher in Transylvania... Hey, are ya even listenin' ta me?"
Prowl had gained a far away, glassy look in his optics. Jazz waved his hand in front of him, trying to drag him back.
"Jazz to Prowl? Come in?"
Jazz noticed his mistake before Prowl had even registered it, a hand quickly coming up to cover his mouth. Oh, slag! Prowl snapped out of whatever he had fallen into, fixing Jazz with a stern look.
"You disobey me not once, but twice?!" He hissed, seething as he slowly began to rise. The low ceiling of the cavern prevented him from puffing out his wings like he usually did when upset. "I told you not to go in there-!" Prowl stopped himself with a frustrated noise.
"Ah'm sorry Ah was curious - Ah had ta know! Ah'm not gunna spend the rest of my functioning with some nameless dragon!" Jazz spat back, shifting to be on the defensive.
"So you'd rather endanger yourself instead." Prowl replied, still bristling.
"Hey, Ah came back! Didn' have ta, Ah was home free. But Ah did. Nearly got myself killed, too. Ah'll give it to ya straight: they know ya here, Prowl. They're huntin' for ya."
Prowl didn't seem to be surprised. "They've known I am here since before your creators were sparked. It is not news to me."
Damn. Jazz gritted his teeth. "Well, it's what Ah found out. An' ya datapads." Jazz gestured to them. "Ah was followed into the forest, but Ah think Ah lost them."
Prowl was quiet for a moment before nodding. "Then we'll just have to deal with them."
Jazz didn't like the tone he used.
"Uh… deal with them?"
"They wont be coming back." Prowl stated, stooping to allow Jazz to climb onto his back, nudging him when he didn't immediately get the hint. Picking up the datapads in his mouth, Prowl climbed back up the tunnel and ambled towards the cavern where Jazz first fell in.
The datapads were deposited by the entrance, and Prowl gestured to a small crack in the rock, just wide enough for Jazz to get through – and when Jazz noticed the scorch marks around it, he realized it was the tunnel he first slid in through. "I'll need you to climb back up through there, find the guard and distract them. Get them away from here."
"An' just what are ya gunna do?" Jazz asked as he clambered onto Prowls head so he could get lifted up.
"When I am sure it is safe for me to do so, I will leave and join you."
Right. Okay. Jazz hoped he was fast enough to evade the guard.
"Then what?" He asked as he gripped onto the side of the hole, ready to haul himself up and into it.
"We'll find out."
Jazz sensed that it was the end of the conversation, so he just nodded and pulled himself in, gradually climbing out. Once at the surface, he could hear the baying of horses and he knew that they were close.
Well, time to get their attention.
Running towards the sound, Jazz discovered that they had all gathered to one spot, probably to formulate a plan to catch himself and find Prowl. Not for long, as Jazz had stepped on a stick and given himself away.
Frozen like a deer in the headlights, Jazz could only stare blankly at them before sprinting away, hoping that they took the bait.
True to his word, Prowl had come out and very soon there was a smoldering pile of burning metal and energon. Jazz stood and watched it burn, flames flickering and licking up the trees that surrounded them.
"Aren't ya gunna put it out?" he asked, slowly turning to regard Prowl. The dragon gave him a quick glance.
"No."
"But it's starting to burn the trees."
"It's predicted to rain. They will grow back."
And with that, Prowl began to amble away. Looking between the incinerated remains of the guard, the sleepy appearance of the town and the retreating dragon, Jazz quickly made up his mind.
"Hey, wait up!"
"Ya know, the fact you even have that hoard is really, really weird." Jazz commented as he saw Prowl return after disappearing once again, muzzle and claws covered in energon. Once he had clarified that he wasn't going to join that hoard, he'd come to accept it. It wasn't as if they were about to start getting up and walking again, was it? He didn't have to go near it, and he certainly didn't want to.
"I have my reasons."
"Yeah, sure sure. Halloween decorations, right?"
Prowl gave him a weird look and Jazz internally sighed. Prowl didn't know what Halloween was, did he?
"I don't celebrate Halloween."
Oop, he did. "Then that just makes it even creepier."
Prowl snorted, licking his claws. "I highly doubt that you'd get it. I am far from the only one who does this."
"There are others?" Jazz asked, aghast. How was his race even surviving with a league of dragons hoarding their bodies?!
"There were." Prowl replied, optics dimming.
"What happened to them?" Jazz asked, sitting down next to Prowl. The dragon didn't respond for a moment, still licking himself clean before he responded.
"They were killed."
Jazz felt a cold chill settle upon himself. He had a feeling that he knew where this was going.
"Did ya know them?" He asked, even as he knew the answer. Yes, Prowl did. Jazz had a thought that was eating away at him, curiosity nibbling at his fingers whenever he saw Prowl. One of the datapads he had swiped for himself stated that dragons lived in large groups called clans, and they never, ever deviated from them. They were social, and highly defensive of their own clans. A kind of 'insult one insult everyone' mentality. Even as Jazz cross-referenced with the other datapads he had stolen, and even the few Prowl had lurking around, they all said the same thing:
They never lived alone.
So why did Prowl?
"Yes." Prowl finally answered, optics dimming further.
"Ah'm sorry." Jazz quietly replied, reaching out to rest a hand on Prowls jaw. He couldn't reach any higher.
"It was a long time ago." Prowl replied, pressing into Jazz's hand, the small comfort welcome.
There was a moment of silence where neither spoke before Jazz eyed a datapad.
"Did you want me to read to you?" He quietly asked, quietly enough so that Prowl could pretend he couldn't hear it.
"Please." Prowl replied, silently watching Jazz as he got to his feet and made a show of selecting a datapad.
"Now, let's see here…" Jazz thought aloud, placing a finger to his bottom lip in mock thought. "Well, Ah'm in the mood for something funny, adventurous and just that littlest bit weird. What about ya, Prowler?"
Prowl frowned at the nickname. All attempts to get Jazz to drop it failed miserably, but he slowly found himself not minding the endearing nickname that much.
"I am content with anything."
"Suits me!" Jazz chirped, dramatically selecting the datapad that had caught his optic. He onlined it, dramatically beginning to read from it. "In an unremarkable room, in a nondescript building, a man sat working on very non-descript theories…" Jazz began, slowly walking back over to Prowl and sitting down, leaning back against his shoulder. The customary position.
Prowl sighed, optics offlining and helm coming down to rest against his claws as his body curled around them, tail flicking in contentment.
References to other books in order:
The tales of Beedle the Bard – (Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump)
Dragon Rider – Cornelia Funke
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire –
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell (The Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish)
Dracula – Bram Stoker
UnLunDun – China Miéville
I really really like AU's, eeee~!
As always, if you have any requests or suggestions or prompts, feel free to send them my way!
~Llama