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Gift: I Only Dreamed of This You could call it a long day when you spent hours keeping up with someone like Smokescreen. The mech was a complete train wreck on steroids with a touch of ADHD as far as Akila was concerned. She couldn’t stand patrolling with him but the mech needed a firm servo to keep him in hand, so she was almost always the one assigned to keep an eye on the young rookie.
At least by the end of the day, she got to return to base and flop down upon her berth. Limbs spread wide apart, faceplate hidden against the cold metal of the flat surface of her sleeping area. Peace, relaxation, and alone time to wallow in her processor ache and throbbing limbs.
Well, as alone as one could get on the cramped quarters on a planet named for its dirt. There was constant commotion; the rustling and movement of femmes and mechs moving just outside her quarters. The Techno Organic femme could groan and mope
Do You Wanna Build A Jaeger RemakeDo You Wanna Build A Jaeger Remake
Do you wanna build a Jaeger?
Come on lets destroy things
We never drift anymore
Come out the door
Its like a Kaijus eaten you-
We used to be compatible
And now no one knows
I wish that you would come out!-
Do you wanna build a Jaeger?
It can have a rocket launcher.
Go away, dude.
Do you wanna build a Jaeger?
And crush some category fives?
I have some bad news here to share with you
I hear the Wall has just
Began to really fall
(Hang in there, guys!)
Everything is really
Going to hell
Fuck, I think we're all gonna die-
(Tic-Tock x4 [from the Clock that counts down Kaiju attacks])
Dude, I know you're in there,
People are asking where you've been
They say, "Penetecost is dead", you know
It freaks me out a lot
So come on out
We're supposed to be partners
Yeah, you and me
Drifting inside a machine.
Do you wanna build a Jaeger?
Steel Armor and Tender Heart Ch.4 Separation anxiety had adhered itself to Duskwalker’s very Spark and was feeding off her willpower in great, hungry gulps. She was used to spending days without seeing her sister here; she had been for some time, but after the last time she’d seen her sister, frightened and scared, it was a physical pain to be away from her. She had nothing but quiet and time for her friends now. It gave for plenty opportunity for her to dwell on her thoughts until she was very nearly driving herself mad.
Her uncle Shockwave had been generous to allow one of the few nurse maids see to her head wound, and then had so graciously had her locked within her chambers once more. A room that now had barred windows and doors with guards constantly on the other side to make sure no one entered or left the room without their permission.
No one came to visit, howeve
Six Word Stories: RomanticCaress my heartstrings like a guitar.
You're my greatest weakness
I'd follow you
Looking into your eyes:
Heaven has nothing
On your lips
You had me since day one.
Kiss me softly
And I'm yours
I don't bite...
Unless you beg.
Straight through my soul
You rewired my heart.
Color my life
"They'll never make it."
He destroyed worlds
For her smile
I've searched forever to find you.
Across her gooseflesh skin
Six Word Stories: DarkNobody
How to love
Wasted nights spent
Praying for you
You sucked the light from me.
I promised to live.
My soul shattered
And you laughed
You haunt my dreams at night.
"What's your problem, girl?"
A smile so sinister, Satan wept.
I whispered to darkness.
When I'm gone
Cry for me
"For how long?"
I hope to overcome this, eventually.
Minions of Madness : Part 4Minions of Madness : Part 4
Age (Translated in Human Years): Roughly 8, closing in on 9
Isolation was beginning to become Novastrike’s only friend. She didn’t know why she was smaller than the other Techno-Organics, or why they seemingly ignored her. Was it simply because she was smaller; harder to notice? Was it her appearance; the fact she was so light colored compared to the others? Did she simply not fit in because of her looks?
That seemed a great deal unfair to her, but what else could it be? She had grown steadily out of her shyness and into the more curious, adventurous thing that Galacticwave was finding it harder and harder to keep her optics on. By all accounts, Nova thought she was actually growing far more interesting than her companions; who all simply played around and joked, pulling pranks and causing
Steel Armor and Tender Heart Ch.3 The air of twilight was chilled on the third night whilst the moonlight bathed the castle walls in a pale glow. A thief or runaway could only wish for the cloud cover that didn’t dare to threaten the moon’s beautiful sight. Everything appeared so peaceful; untouchable as lovers would swoon in one another’s embrace and the last crows delivering messages at even this late an hour flitted about and cried into the moonlit darkness.
Through the veil of light that whisked through the window and blanketed her floor, Novastrike sat upon her windows ledge and looked out with a cold and unappealing gaze. This was their only shot at getting out, and they had to make the best of it despite the bright lunar display. For the sake of their happiness, and possibly their own lives, this had to work.
As though reading her thoughts, Nova could feel her sister Duskw
Minions of Madness : Part 3Minions of Madness : Part 3
Age (Translated in Human Years): Roughly 7 1/2
This was exactly why Novastrike hated story time so much. When she was an even younger sparkling, the stories used to be told by her caretaker Galacticwave, but over time the femme had stopped telling the stories in place of keeping up with the other, more active Techno-Organic’s of the clan. The sweeter stories of the Thirteen, of Primus and of knights and courageous bravery, had come to a halt as the triple-changer fussed over the children more and more.
With her busy; distracted trying to keep a good lot of the group to stop destroying the room and causing a ruckus, the eldest mech model Skycomet had taken command of ‘story time’ himself. He claimed all the stories he told were true, that he had heard them from other Decepticons on the
Steel Armor and Tender Heart Ch.2 Her feet felt like lead all the way back to the passageway that would take her to the split spiraling staircases. Novastrike could only imagine the look on her sister's face when she explained to her the news that had not been provided to her; that on top of these arranged marriages they were being thrown into, they would have to stand naked for the first time before complete strangers to be assessed.
Assessed on how beautiful they were; if they were worthy of bearing the future offspring of Lords and Kings. There was no way they could stay here, and yet they only had five days to plot, prepare and try to escape from their uncle Shockwave. Just a mere five days to grasp for freedom and then from there, who knows where they would go. They couldn't exactly stay in the Kingdom of the Decepticons; where prying optics, spies and trackers would hunt them down for the highes
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Moon's New Children"I'm so glad things have returned to normal."
Silversoul giggled, licking her new mate's head. "Me too," she agreed with the calico, intertwining her tail with the green-eyed she-cat. "It's nice to not be fighting all of the time."
"I feel like we should do something to celebrate," Frogsplash mewed, pawing at the empty bones of what was their lunch. "We already ate though, so, I don't know what we could do. I'm kind of just restless right now," she wound herself around the silver furred she-cat.
A voice called out from the other side of camp. "Hey lovebirds," it was Scratchpad's voice, and Frogsplash stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Get a den--you're making my stomach churn!"
"You're just jealous!" Frogsplash called back, laughing. Turning back to Silversoul, the calico purred, "Maybe we should get out of camp. We can go exploring--maybe we can go near the twoleg's den again. I was kind of curious about that place."
Silversoul nodded, licking a paw and swiping it over an ear to cl
The End, The Beginning.As she came upon the MoonClan leader, Brightpaw could clearly see his thread--bright blue, thinner than normal, but woven together with an intricate and uneven red one. She unsheathed her claws, Cinderstar and Ebonystar were holding Fallenstar down, with Echostar and Deadsoul nearby for support if needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Fallenstar--or, whoever was in control at the time--hissed, his mouth contorted in a painful way, his eyes bulging as he pleaded for his life. He trembled slightly, his neck nearly snapping with the effort, before he faced Brightpaw again.
“Do it. Make me pay for what I’ve done.”
Brightpaw nodded, this was the true Fallenstar, his true wishes. Raising her claws, the tabby shut his eyes, looking almost peaceful if it weren’t for the stains of blood and torn flesh throughout his body.
“Fallenstar, leader of MoonClan. By the will of yourself, by StarClan and by the leaders of all of the territories, I remove you from your
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
Moon's RebirthIt had been three days.
Fallenstar hardly remembered anything the previous few days after losing most of his lives; Spiceshadow had insisted the leader stay within his den and rest and allow the Deputy to do his duties.
But this was one duty the Deputy could not do.
Though Fallenstar didn't technically possess the 9 lives a leader should, Cinderstar and the other leaders had explained what StarClan had told them to the awaiting MoonClanners after bringing Fallenstar home. Though most were alright with this, some were still very much against Fallenstar staying as a leader, let alone calling him with the sacred -star at the end of his name. Many of his warriors referred to him as Fallenshadow once again.
Fallenstar couldn't blame them.
Spiceshadow's voice was the one that rang out this time. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan Meeting!"
"Thank you, Spiceshadow," Fallenstar mewed to his deputy, dipping his head to the blue-eyed tom
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
Strip PokerStrip Poker
TransFun Serum story
Alex looked into the round with a sly grin. "All right." he said and pushed his staple of chips towards the middle of the table. "All in."
Then he leaned back and crossed his arms, daring his poker friends to take up the challenge. Of the six other players, Marcus, Sean and Jonah had already retreated before. After a short moment of hesitation, Jesse joined them.
"Me too, fold." Keith followed Jesse's surrender with a sigh. "Somehow, I don't think that you're bluffing..."
Alex simply gave his friend a vacuous smile. Then his gaze went towards the last remaining player. "So what, you're folding, too, Colin?"
Colin replied Alex' stare levelly. Oh, just you wait. I'm sure you have no idea what I have in store for you... "Call."
Bloodlines You may think being a vampyre would be easy. Suck an innocent virgins girls blood, kill other vampyres, claim a territory where you feast until there no longer is a territory... The list goes on. But I can assure you, being a vampyre is not all easy. Especially when you've been that way for over 300 plus years and still going. Thoughts become isolated, congruent, consistent. Things repeat and all you can do it watch it go by slowly, tortuously and painfully.
Face it; things get tedious and boring after so long. Yes, even the sex becomes dull. The only thing fueling your actions by this point is purely instinct. Everything's scrambled, mashed and tarnished with time. Time. The one thing you have plenty of since befriending immortality.
To keep that immortality though, one needs to feed on the
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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