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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
Miley Valentine hung upside down on her living room couch with her legs hanging over the top of the couch and her head hanging off of the bottom. Her eyes were fixated on the TV as she watched her favorite movie. There wasn't much else for her to do, after all, she was grounded. No phone, no going over to friend's houses and no phone...why couldn't her parents just kill her? That wasn't even the worst part of this situation. No. Far from it. There was another thing that made Miley's Saturday night suck completely. As if taking away her entire life wasn't bad enough, her parents had also decided to do something else...something so evil that Miley couldn't even think of a word to describe the pure wickedness of the act. They had forced her to...
"Miley!" shouted a familiar, high-pitched voice, cutting through Miley's train of thought and bringing her back to the reality of her ruined Sa
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
An Amber Gaze will seal your fate (pt 1 of 3) The whispers in his ear, told him it was time. The reddish brown tom snapped his eyes open after hearing Jaywing’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Thistletail sleeping soundly. He sighed and decided that it was now the perfect opportunity.. He needed to get rid of the only one he knew could stop him. Kill them? He couldn't dream of it. He respected this cat too much, and wished he’d live. So.. he had a plan. Earlier, he had placed poppy seeds in the cat’s fresh kill. So all he had to do was slink out the den and into the nursery. 'You can't stop me Xepherstrike...'
He approached the bracken screen of the den and looked inside to see Adderstar and Littlesong sleeping soundly. Adderstar’s kits curled up around her belly. He took a few silent steps forward and gulped. Was he doing the right thing..? Of course… this was for the good of the Clan… His claws scraped the ground and he crouched. Then t
[TG] Mist and Bamboo The group was falling apart.
Why so many incompetent shinobi were placed on this mission was beyond me. One would think more capable ninja could have been selected. But it's not my place to criticize my higher ups, although I did question their planning. Not out loud, of course.
I glanced around. It seemed only a handful of us were completely unaffected by the mist. More seemed at least semi-conscious, while everyone else was completely out of it. This was going to get rough. I sighed and stopped walking, allowing about half of the group to wander past me. Silently, I nudged a few shinobi in the right direction, pushing them with just enough chakra to keep them conscious enough to head straight before falling back under.
"What a disaster," I hissed, kneeling by a collapsed chuunin and pulling him to his feet. He blinked at me, confused.
"Genjutsu. Just keep heading th
The School Of Pokemon: Fear Factor!I woke up, at some unknown time, inside of Mythra still, with an already awake Latias as my companion still, ala Silenrea.
"Really? The one time I sleep in Mythra and I don't wake up outside, should have guessed..." I said quietly, before patting her gut snugly.
"And Lucaria hasn't done that to you before?" The Eon says with a grin. "I didn't want to get out, so Mythra kept us."
"I'd expect her to let me go, considering how much I loved her last night..." I said with a grin.
"Nope~! You're both still my loving little belly buddies!" Mythra said joyously.
"Aww...I thought I was your belly buddy. I was first." Silenrea says with an obvious fake whine...and her inability to keep a straight face makes it more obvious to me.
"Well I guess" I started to say before my eyes widened considerably, a large spiked and blood-covered cross that seemed to illuminate itself teleporting in front of me and Silenrea. I naturally screamed.
"HOLY ARCEUS!" I said scootching back to get away from the s
What Dreams May Become 6 (Multiple TFs)This is the continuation of Corrie's day before college “transform-a-thon”. Catch up on the first half at:
Or start from the very beginning of the series at:
Hearing a strange voice nearby, Roman froze with a start, leaving me in a half-formed, gelatinous state. Just barely able to move, I fell back into the water, and Roman splashed around desperately to rescue me. Unfortunately I kept slipping from his grip.
The owner of the voice waded into the water alongside of Roman. “Here, shape-shifter, you need help?”
“No,” Roman mumbled, finally gathering me up and tossing me on the sand. He looked very troubled.
“Is that, like, your girlfriend?” the stranger asked. He was a young man, maybe in his twenties, but he looked like he had seen
MatchThe sound of the earth crunching beneath the heels of Breaker was almost as loud as the sound of blood dripping on the dry, parched earth. The fighter was breathing heavily as she looked at her foe. It was a woman who called herself Griever.
She stood with a queenly air, the red haired fighter somewhat intimidated.
“Oh you who are filled with aggression, you may only hope to prevail with a clear mind.”
“Thanks for the tip, remind me to give a crap later.” Breaker shouted as she jumped forward with a fist drawn back and attacked. The Griever merely sidestepped and chuckled, avoiding damage narrowly.
“Such rage is powerful, yet you must channel it.” The Griever said, “Let emotion be a blessing, not a curse.”
Breaker couldn’t figure out this woman’s problem. Judging by her bearing and how interested she seemed, she was obviously a seasoned fighter. She was amused and definitely showed emotion, but she had control to it.
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
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