TF: Entomophobia - Halloween TradeTitle: Entomophobia
Warnings: Disturbing imagery
Author's Note: This is my submission for the TF-SecretSanta Halloween Trade for xDeadlyxxxDesirex. This is a Halloween story, so I tried for scary. It's not as lighthearted as my normal fics, although it has its humorous moments (I couldn't help myself). I pulled on two personal fears of mine when I wrote this, to try and add some real creepiness to it. I hope it works. Time conversions: Klik 1.2 minutes, Nanoklik approximately 1 second. Comm transmissions are marked with colons ::like this.::
The Rust Sea spread across Cybertron's equator, an immense red scar across its surface. Erratic pillars twisted into the sky. Corrosive gasses bled from the ground, slowly eating the land away, turning everything to an endless expanse of rust. Across the ground, miniature hills rose and fell, forming 'waves' that traveled as far as the optic could see.
Numerous Cybertronian artists tried to duplicate the Rust Sea in
A Conversation and a CorpseTitle: A Conversation and a CorpseA Conversation and a Corpse2 years ago in Crossovers Contest More Like This
Universes (Crossover): Batman and Neil Gaiman's Sandman
Rating: PG (to be safe)
Warnings: Angst, a corpse
Author's Note: Batman's natural desire to help has unforeseen consequences. This is my entry for the Crossover Contest, and my first crossover.
The copse lay amidst the alley clutter, unmoving, while the first spots of rain splattered on his Armani suit. The night buried him in shadows, the distant streetlights barely illuminating him. Thin rivulets of blood, black in the weak light, pasted down a few graying tufts of hair. His head bent backwards at an angle no living person could achieve. Knowing the futility of it, Batman still reached over and checked for a pulse.
Looking at the dead never got any easier. It was ugly, no matter how peaceful the passing may have been. Yet still, Batman crouched besides the unmoving form, gently closing the man's eyes. The rain pattered against his hood and cape while he stood his silent vi
FraggerTransformers: Prime KnockoutXSoundwaveFragger3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You fragging fragger of fragtatious fraggery! I can't believe you!"
Knockout was livid. He stood in the center of the med bay with hands on hips, glaring at his 'patient.' Though the red sports car was a good three feet shorter than his silent counterpart, he continued to rant as though he fancied himself a mech as large as Megatron himself.
"I told you not to put unneeded stress on your cabling, Soundwave! They've been too fritz-ed out since that power surge last week! It nearly short-circuited the whole slagging ship, not to mention your feelers! So what do you do? You run off and volunteer to go on a scouting mission by yourself! We have drones for that!"
Soundwave remained silent, as was customary for him. Unfortunately, this seemed to only increase the Decepticon medic's frustration. It's not like he'd done it on purpose, getting hurt like this. It was supposed to be a rather routine scouting mission to investigate a stray underground energo
Transformers: A Few Days Past NeverTitle: Transformers: A Few Days Past NeverTransformers: A Few Days Past Never11 months ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme “freedom.” We had to include the word in our story. Word count: 497
“It's boring in here,” Skywarp complained, wings slumped. He shot an irritable glance at Thundercracker, who lingered outside his cell. The blue Seeker chose to keep his incarcerated trine mate company partially from a sense of duty, but mostly to stay out of sight of the third member of their group. “I can't teleport. I can't fly. I want to do stuff.”
“It wouldn't be a punishment if it were fun,” Thundercracker pointed out. “And, when given the freedom to 'do stuff,' you tend to do things that lead you here.”
Skywarp snorted. “Do you know when they're going to release me?”
“I think you're scheduled for a few days past never.”
The teleporter groaned loudly. “It wasn't that ba
Day 3: Protection- SignificanceWake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…Day 3: Protection- Significance2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
What was the meaning of life when events occurred in a habitual manner? It had been exciting to discover that I had inherited the family talent, yes, it was a wonderful discovery for me, but I never noticed that twinkle of anxiety in their ruby eyes, nor the sigh of relief when they watched me pick at random notes off the bank of black and white keys with interest and excitement. Back then, I had expected a life of happiness with a blessed family who is known for their musical heritage... It took a decade to finally grasp that life wasn’t as black and white as it seemed.
I lived to please my parents, to make them crac
the PassingThe Passingthe Passing2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Please see Artist's Comments for warnings and disclaimers)
Bumblebee sat in silence by the bedside, on the cold linoleum floor, looking to his hands, clasped on his lap. He prayed to Primus. He prayed that his friend wouldn't suffer when... when the time came.
'Bee?' An aged, tired voice called him. 'You there?'
'I'm here!' Bumblebee jumped to his feet and clasped his friend's hand when the other reached out, looking for him. 'How're you feeling?'
'Tired.' Spike replied, opening his eyes. 'How long have I been out?'
'Its almost... eleven in the day.' Bumblebee checked his internal chronometers and converted the time for Spike to understand. 'Do you want anything-'
'Where's Carly?' Spike asked.
'She's gone out.' Bumblebee replied, 'she should be back soon.'
It hurt to Bumblebee's very spark to lie to his friend, but he didn't want to hurt him with the truth. Carly had passed on five years ago. The entire Autobot team had been present at her funeral, just as they
ImperceptibleMoonracer sat nervously across from Perceptor. He didn’t even blink. She was afraid he wasn’t even cycling. Oh PLEASE don’t let his battle computer be fritzed . . .Imperceptible2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She crossed her arms. He didn’t move. He didn’t twitch. She nervously tapped her fingers on her arm.
“Uh . . . Perceptor?”
Finally, she garnered a signal of life from him. An extremely steady breath cycled in and out, and finally, he mustered with a pinch of his brow, “Moonracer . . . Again . . . Explain to me WHY we are here.”
She sat on her peds, knees tucked up beneath her. She glanced to the left, she glanced to the right, and she stated, “It’s summer.”
“I gather what the season is.”
She winced a little. “Well . . . For humans, they call it summer break. It’s a period of rest for them.”
“If I need a recharge, I am perfectly capable of getting it.”
Moonracer shuffled her knees uncertainly. “Not . . . li
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
Nature of a Possessive Lover RQTitle: Nature of a Possessive LoverNature of a Possessive Lover RQ3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Geishaformers, innuendo, slash, TFA
Notes: If you don't not know much about geishas and stuff, go here - http://fav.me/d4r7ekh.
If there was one thing Optimus didn't like about being the shogun's precious mate, it was the constant feeling of being watched and studied over by every bot in Kaon. Every Orn, and without fail, he could always feel optics on him, whether he was with Megatron or simply by himself. He didn't know what the people thought of him and while his caretakers and the shogun told him not to care about what others thought, he couldn't help it.
He knew he wasn't suitable for the silver mech, but he always tried to behave as proper as possible, never making a mistake, not in public or in private. Optimus always performed to the highest expectation.
Of course, Megatron didn't like it too much because it was wearing out and stressing the younger mech. He made that dislike ap
Transformers: Musing Pt. 2Title: Transformers: Musing Pt. 2Transformers: Musing Pt. 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme “Fix It Fic.” I chose to tackle a much wondered about question in the Transformers universe. Word count: 490
“It's just so pointless, don't you think?” Skywarp asked, waving in the general direction of the repair bay. He and Thundercracker had just delivered their stasis-locked trine leader to the bay, after yet another of his failed assassination attempts on Megatron.
Thundercracker glanced at his trine mate and sighed. “Well, good luck explaining that to him.”
The purple and black mech laughed without humor. “Um, I don't think so. I like my wings attached, thank you very much.”
“Wait, who are you talking about?”
“Megs. Who else?” Skywarp stared at him blankly.
“Starscream. He's the one who always attacking Megatron.”
“Exactly my point!”
Can't Escape the PainAfter hearing the initial shot, he broke into a full speed run, feet pounding and shattering the asphalt below as he moved towards the battle unfolding. However, he went nowhere. The ground slid away beneath him, but the conflicting figures remained distant and he could nothing but extend a lime-green paneled arm, hoping it would somehow compensate for his distance.Can't Escape the Pain3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A cry tore through his vocalizers and fingers contracted into a fist around the image of his friend, his partner, collapsing, as if it would help him remain standing long enough for him to aid in the battle. Without a warning, the figure fell apart, oxidized flakes of chassis and bolts scattering across the road.
He called out in agony, dropping to his knees.
Ratchet started upright, body trembling at the terror that had just racked his processors.
He sat there, systems settling as he waited for that familiar feeling of ebony arms wrapping around his waist to calm him and ward away any more stasis visions .
Transformers: Quality ControlTitle: Transformers: Quality ControlTransformers: Quality Control1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme, “Writing.” Starscream gets on his subordinates' cases when one of their incident reports fails to meet his standards. Word count: 295
“Your reports,” Starscream said, holding two datapads as he glared at his subordinates. “One,” his gaze flicked to Thundercracker, “is thorough and well-documented, with every action time-stamped. Excellently done. The other,” his gaze shifted to Skywarp, “is decidedly less so. How would you describe your report, Skywarp?”
“It's straight and to the point. It's concise. It's –”
“Yeah, that too.”
Starscream looked at the report in question. “You wrote, and I quote, 'I blew stuff up.' You consider this adequate?”
Throughout the entire exchange, Thundercra
Transformers: Tarnished IdolsTitle: Transformers: Tarnished IdolsTransformers: Tarnished Idols2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Warnings: Mild Angst, Claustrophobia
Author's Note: Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Some wounds fester. Time conversion – vorn: 83 years.
“I swear I will kill Rumble,” Starscream said, mouth twisted into a fierce grimace.
Dust filled the room, blinding his optics and clogging his vents. He forced several quick bursts of air through them. Perhaps he could clear the overworked mechanisms. It didn’t work. As soon as he hacked some out, more dust flowed in. Now he resembled some sort of pathetic organic thing, clearing its respiratory organs. He cursed quietly. At least his vocals weren’t tied intrinsically to his vents, like some fleshling.
Warnings on his HUD display pinged as his internal temperature slowly started climbing and his vents failed to compensate. Nothing serious. Yet. He planned to be long gone before the dust and heat buildup caused any permanen
Transformers: Out of the Cold Pt. 2Title: Transformers: Out of the Cold Pt. 2Transformers: Out of the Cold Pt. 210 months ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme, “stress.” We had to either include the emotion or the word. I don't normally do sequels, but I had several requests and this scenario came to mind and demanded I write it. Who am I to argue? Word count: 298
“Don't stress a strut, Scream – Starscream! It's just snow!” Skywarp said, vocals raised in panic. The teleporter cowered behind Thundercracker, away from their infuriated trine leader.
Starscream pointed his null-ray at the two. “You … you threw a ball of snow at my head!”
“Not me!” Thundercracker protested. He tried to move but the purple Seeker clung to him. “Skywarp, let me go or I'll let the twin terrors 'judo' you next time!”
“It's just a little snow!”
“Thundercracker, if you don't wish to be shot, I suggest you move,”
Memories of Battle: Aragorn: First MeetingMemories of Battle: Aragorn: First Meeting2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Some memories are too dark to bring into the light, and I have seen too many dark things. Do not ask me. I will not recall memories to darken the very light of day; do not ask me about the dark. Ask me about Light.
Ask me about the light, and I will speak. Ask me about the light, and I will tell you of one day when the light was strong. I was young, barely twenty years of age, and had returned from a journey when Elrond called me, he who had been like a father to me.
That day all was changed.
That day, for the first time, I heard the name of my father. That day, for the first time, I saw the heirlooms of my house. That day, for the first time, I knew my inheritance.
That day, for the first time, I knew my own name.
And I was young. For a whole day pride filled me and I thought that the world could bring no more beauty. I thought the world was full and could give no more for I was young, and I was of noble birth; higher than any among Men. I did not think about the years ahead, on the r
The Descent :: Prologue“Death twitches my ear;The Descent :: Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
‘Live,’ he says. ‘For I am coming.’”
IT BEGAN WITH a tug at his navel, and suddenly he was being thrown up into the air. The icy wind sung in his ears as he sailed, like ephemeral music curling around his thoughts. When he finally reached the pinnacle, he exhaled, watching as his breath clouded and crystallised in the air.
There was an annoying pulse beating at the back of his eyes, like the percussion of war drums, and his vision blurred. Then there was this sharp, hot pain in his throat; drops of blood burst before his eyes and fanned out like delicate red tendrils. He gasped for air, but all he could do was gargle. Tiny red bubbles surfaced and stained his lips.
It felt as though he was being pulled in another direction—out onto the edge of something terrifying, over a cliff he couldn’t climb out of. The music in his ears changed, its final notes becoming shrill and tinny. The beating of the war dr
Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash2371—The Time of the Maquis Uprising—24 hours remainingStar Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The 2305-series Starfleet Type-I hand phaser lay in pieces on the sixteen-year-old human boy’s desk. His dad had managed to hide the old weapon from the Cardassians when they’d beamed down for their first ‘security sweeps,’ but he hadn’t exactly managed to hide it from his own son. Hadn’t even noticed his prized phaser had been gone for three days already.
It baffled the boy, as he installed the beam collimator he’d managed to scrounge up, how his father could complain about the Federation as they abandoned their people to politics, how he could complain about the Cardassian jackboots and do nothing about it. He couldn’t even be bothered to tuck tail and run when the Cardies took over, let alone stand up and fight like the Maquis were doing.
And now, the boy marveled as he clicked in a power cell he
Life Lessons ATTitle: Life LessonsLife Lessons AT2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: G1-series, mild violence, religious topics, slash
Notes: This takes place in NiGhT-sTaLkEr13's universe, post-war.
Ayreon didn't understand what was going on. His parents had taken him to the park to play, to socialize with other young sparklings. He enjoyed playing in the sandbox, making little clumps of sands into rows of five. It was like a little structured village of his and two other sparklings', who were just a bit older than him, decided to come play with him too.
But that was not the issue. The sparkling's attention had been pulled from the sand village he and the other sparklings had made, his focus going to his father, who had seemed to got into an argument with another mech, one that he did not recognize. But both his parents seemed to know who the mech was, being shorter than both his parents.
He had a bitter look on his face, glaring and sneering at Megatron, who looked absolutely livid
Transformers: All for OneTitle: All for OneTransformers: All for One3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is currently a one shot, but if people like it and comment, I'll add more one shot chapters. My humorous stories tend to focus on Bumblebee, so I thought I'd shake things up and try my hand at a funny Decepticon story. I hope Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp are not too OOC-ish (it's been years since I saw the G1 show and I mainly know them from the IDW comics). Time unit conversion Nano-klik: ~ 1 second; Deca-cycle: ~ 3 weeks
"Slaggit! This is ridiculous!" Skywarp ranted. "This is not our responsibility. It's it's demeaning!"
Forty-three, Thundercracker silently counted to himself. Forty-three outbursts. His trine brother had been complaining, loudly, since Megatron had assigned them to this cursed duty. Not that he blamed his wingmate. For unknown reasons, the trine had been assigned construction duty. Of all things, construction duty. They were hauling large metal beams over a
RB Fic: Drunk PlaytimeTitle: Drunk PlaytimeRB Fic: Drunk Playtime3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rating for cut version: R
Warnings for cut version: crack!, kink, slash, tentacles
Disclaimer: I do not own Rescue Bots characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Sequel to this. http://geminigirl83.deviantart.com/#/d4s8uxh
For once in a long time, Heatwave felt excited. The human family he been tasked to help and protect had left on a three day vacation to visit relatives on the mainland. It was decided that it would be too much of a hassle, along with a high risk of exposure to their true nature, to take them to the city. Big robots wouldn't fit in well in a crowded city, and while the family was away, they had to stay inside the base. He didn't mind this. It would be nice to just spend time with his team and not have to act like a mindless slave in front of the human residents on the island. It also gave him an opportunity to be intimate with Blades, something he hadn't been able to do since he first interfaced with the
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t
Redwall- Coming Home Winter over Mossflower wood had been remarkably harsh. Everything was white and cold, frozen in its place until Spring. The tree branches leaned low, heavily laden with snow and ice. There was a constant flurry of snow falling at all times.Redwall- Coming Home2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The weather had trapped the creatures of Redwall Abbey inside the red sandstone structure. The only ones allowed out were the biggest and strongest of creatures, and even then only rarely.
Presently, one of those with such privileged rights was outside, charging through the deep snow on the Abbey walls, attempting to survey the landscape.
Deyna the otter was a tall, strong riverdog. He'd been born at the Abbey, but as a babe had been stolen and taken to the Juskarath clan. After fifteen long seasons he returned home to the Abbey, and to his mother and older sister. Still, he had some habits hanging over him
Transformers: Beautiful CreationTitle: Transformers: Beautiful CreationTransformers: Beautiful Creation1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme “create.” This is not my normal humor story. I'm feeling cruddy right now, and this is what I come up with. Maybe I shouldn't write while sick. Word Count: 439
Starscream leaned back, a tight grin across his face. Three computer screens displayed rows and rows of formulas while a fourth scrolled through equations at a rapid pace. A holographic display diagrammed a three dimensional model of a complex molecule. The digital representation spun, allowing him to view it from any angle he desired. The various atoms and chemical bonds were color coded, forming an unique octodecimal spectrum. Beautiful.
His grin slipped into a smirk.
It worked. He'd ran over a thousand simulations, with only a 0.03% variance in results. Success. He had never doubted his eventual triumph. This miracle, this work of art, had taken over a vorn of s
TF: All for One - HideTitle: All for One HideTF: All for One - Hide3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Author's Note: This is technically the second chapter of my All for One story line, but it's completely standalone and can be read without reading the first chapter. The main premise for these ficlets is one group member getting the entire group punished for something he's done; a new take on the phrase 'all for one.' Comm transmissions are marked with colons ::like this.::
"Hid ? Wha ? Why? And, slag it Skywarp, I have a door!" Thundercracker growled at his trine mate. The black and purple mech had just materialized in the middle of his quarters, ignoring, as always, such common place courtesies as doors and knocking. Thundercracker leaned back in his berth, turning back to his datapad, and tried to tune out his fellow Seeker.
"I know you have a door! Who cares? We gotta go! Find someplace safe " Skywarp wrung his hands, eyes darting between his wing mate and the c
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.Bailout3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Written by The Descendant
Ponyville City Hall Fixture
Sweet Apple Acres Farm and Marina
Dear Mayor Mare,
It was wit' no small amount of disappointment that we received yer' newest letter o' sympathy, madam mayor. While yer' elocution was a sharp as ever you could say we was lookin' for somethin' a bit more practical to arrive from yer' office.
Somethin' along the lines of, oh say, a bucket.
As you will recall, madam mayor, mah' recent spate of frenzied letter writin' to your most gilded office concerns a bit o' governmental constipation. I herein repeat my story in case