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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
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
Umbreon-Anthro Tf“Hello, I am Dr. Castro. I will be supplying your medicine today, but first I will need to know why you deserve it more than the others,” A middle aged lady in a white labcoat says. She sits at a silver desk and smiles at the petite being sitting across from her. “Now, you can understand me, but I can’t understand you. Therefore, I will be using a special helmet that translates your very thoughts into my language. Are you okay with this?”
The Pokemon nods its furry head. “Very good,” Dr. Castro exclaims. She walks to the supply closet in the back of the room and grabs a large machine. It looks like a gigantic vacuum cleaner, but has a cord with a helmet on the end. Dr. Castro grabbed gently places the helmet onto the Pokemon’s head. She presses a green button on the sight causing three lights to illuminate on the helmet.
“Now, a simple one, to begin with. What is your name?” Dr. Castro asks slowly.
My name is Ebony. The
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
Infinity Computer - Digital Realm (Part 1)
"Alex! Hurry up! You are going to miss the battle!" My friend Alyssa said. We were both were nerds with computers and technology. We both went to the arcade twice every week. Today was no different. Well actually... it was. Today was a day where two legendary fighters would fight each other to the death. I just couldn't afford to miss it. "READY?" The speaker voice boomed. "3! 2! 1! BEGIN!" The first guy punched the champion in the face. That took down the champion's health by about 10%. The champion double kicked the challenger's head and to finish it off the champion kicked the guy where the sun doesn't shine. "WINNER IS" speaker guy yelled "CHAMPION" cheering erupted from the crowed. Hmm no surprise there. He always wins. After everyone left, me and Alyssa stayed for a few hours playing games. "It's 7:50. Should we leave?" She asked. "Yeah we should." Just then, at that exact moment, the manager of the arcade walked up too us and said, "You two know a lot a
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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