The Sunward ClimbThe first thing he noticed as his systems grudgingly came back on line was that it was dark. The second thing he noticed was that the space was much more cramped then anything hed every have willingly entered. The third thing he noticed was that someones coolant, and possibly energon were dripping steadily onto his up turned face.The Sunward Climb8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The memories were much slower to return than consciousness had been. When they did, his first instinct was to call for help on his radio, the only response was an audio splitting burst of static. He was either too deep, or the radio had been to badly damaged, either in the battle or the subsequent fall, both of the options were equally likely, and both equally moot.
The dark seemed a living thing pressing in on all sides, and had he been an organic hed have said it was smothering him, of course had he been an organic hed never have survived the fall that had landed him in his current position, half on a tiny ledge, half wedg
Moving OnI promised you I'd move on; we both promised that, should one of us die in this war, the other would continue living. That's the only reason I go on now. Before I came here, I'd had now clue how you had died. Then...I saw your body.Moving On8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I broke down when I did. I couldn't take it; I couldn't stand seeing you lifeless when you used to be so full of life...so enthusiastic. It scared them, you know. They had never seen me cry before. You were the only one who had.
Optimus has made me the second-in-command now. It doesn't feel right being the one to take over your position. It hurts; it makes me realize that I can't deny what your fate was. I can't deny that I wasn't here for you when you needed me the most, either.
Ratchet has ordered me to take time off. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Bluestreak are here pretty often, trying to cheer me up; they miss you, too, you know. Everyone does. No one wanted it to be true, and no one really wants to believe that it is, but even I can't deny
Transformers story Sam was sitting on the couch, watching tv. He sighed. Ever since the Transformers landed on Earth, his life had changed dramatically. He had become friends with the Autobots and had won himself a girlfriend. He leaned his head back staring at the ceiling. If only she were here right now, he thought. He looked back at the tv. There was a breaking story on. Someone was on the run. The person was last spotted in his area. Oh please, he thought turning off the tv. He pushed himself off the couch and climbed the stairs to his room. He flopped down on his bed. He was so bored. Suddenly he heard his mom shout up the stairs.Transformers story9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Dear! Someone's at the door for you!" He moved a little.
"Who is it?" he called back down to her. He heard the sound of the door open and his mom call back up
"It's Mikaela! Mikaela? Really? he
Soul Eater ChatroomScytheMeister- MakaSoul Eater Chatroom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shinigami-Sama- Death, duh
*ScytheMeister has logged on*
*8Symmetry8 Has logged on*
8Symmetry8: Yeah, who else?
*Cantdealwithyou Has logged on*
Cantdealwithyou: Hi Maka....
8Symmetry8: Oh so you know when it's chrona but not me?
ScytheMeister: Who else do you know who can't deal with things?
8Symmetry8: Who else do you know who loves symmetry and the number '8'?
*Big*Star Has Logged On*
Big*Star: T^T Answer me!
*2CoolForYou Has Logged On*
2CoolForYou: Hi, Blacks
Transformers Essay - Section 3Section 3.1 - ReproductionTransformers Essay - Section 39 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is perhaps the touchiest subject in TransFandom. How can a pair of giant autonomous robots reproduce, after all? The answer to this is painfully simple.
The spark bond as it was explained in section 2.1 has more uses beyond the practical joining of a pair who wish to be sparkbound. The longer two sparks remain merged together during the bond, the more energy is created between the two. Should the bonded pair or group leave their sparks bonded for too long, there is a high chance of a "bud" being created.
The bud is a small polyp of energy off the parent spark and it tends to form on the spark of the member of the bonded pair or group with a higher power level. In the case of a mech being the carrier, they will often go into an extented recharge stasis period while the body directs most of its available energy sources not dedicated to maintaining proper fluid circulation and overall heal
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
Until Tomorrow - Chapter OneFandom: Soul EaterUntil Tomorrow - Chapter One5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Death The Kid & Female!Chrona
Short summary: With budding feelings for a fellow classmate, Chrona has no choice to but to experiment. With creeping insomnia, frilly dresses, and fancy dinner parties in between, who knows how it'll turn out?
Don't like, don't read :3
Will be fairly PG-rated.
"Chrona~ good morning!" Maka's familiar voice reverberated off the empty walls of my room, sending a startled rattling through my bones. Her tawny, perky pigtails were the first to peek at me as I slowly set down my pillow, rapidly followed by her steady, cheerful gaze.
"G-good morning," I managed to stutter, casting my eyes to the floor as I stood; a horrid flush flooded my cheeks, making me feel a billion times more uncomfortable than I already was. My heart was still pounding from the scare, not to mention the unexpected company on a Saturday morning. An uneasy haze had just began to settle over me when she nearly knocked down my door...
But I let a smal
HTTYD OC sheet-LokiHTTYD OC sheet-Loki4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Reason: He is a michevious troublemaker and Loki is the god of chaos and trickery so that's why I named my dragon that.
Rider: Shelen Pendragon(no nickname yet)
Personality: Moody, agressive, short tempered. But around me for some reason Loki shows an odd behavior to Skrill kind; playfulness and acts a bit like an overgrown puppy. He gets in fights a lot though.
Likes: Fish, storms(lightning storms preferably), fighting, blowing things up(my uncle's place preferably...), scaring the living daylights out of people(that stupid lizard nearly gave me a heart attack THREE times in one day! I threatened to cut his flying time because of it. Thor help me...)
Dislikes: Eels(duh!), showing submission, sometimes doesn't like Toothless(the two get into 'dominence fights' a lot), and getting woken up(surprisingly enough, Skrills can dream...And they aren't always of destroying villages it seems)
Ha! Factor: If you rub Loki's belly he'll wag his
.:Ratchet's Resignation:..:Ratchet's Resignation:..:Ratchet's Resignation:.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Commanding Officer/Waste of Parts/Annoyance of the Millennium Award Winner/Pentium Reliant Collection of Scrap/Ruiner of My Life at Large/ Son of an iMac: (Del. As applicable)</i>
As a graduate of an institution of higher education known as the Medical Academy of Iacon and holder of a senior role in your staff, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellectual capacity that ranges above that of the common hexnut. After your consistent annoying and harassment of my co-workers and myself during the commission of our duties over the past twelve million years, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true technological and mechanical wastes of our time.
Asking me, a highly qualified, senior medical technician, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen, fuel and proc
Child of the 90sI'm a child of the 90s,Child of the 90s9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And you don't know what that means
But I've gotta make impression
Before I get into my teens
The music flowed out of the small radio/alarm clock Otera used most often, with the clicks and crinkles that would confuse her younger sister, the second one. Otera understood the song on a level her little sister never would be able to. Otera was a child of the 90s, but her younger sister wasn't. The thudding of little elephant steps on the stairs up to Otera's room warned Otera of her younger sister's oh-so-stealthy approach, so she hit the stop button on the clock-radio, turning off the music. Tigre, Otera's sister, came you with a small scowl because the computer wasn't working, one that almost made Otera laugh, as the computer was: a) turned off, b) unplugged, and c) disconnected from the internet. "Otera, the computer won't work! I can't play!" Tigre complained. Otera frowned, what
Laic's Bio and Study SheetLaic's Bio and Study Sheet11 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ooman Code Name: "The White Tiger"
Hieght: 9" ft 2" in.
Weight: 390 lbs
Age: 543 (about 48 in human years) X3
Status: High Priestess of Cetanu
Family: whereabouts of family is unknown
Desciples: 4 acolytes and 1 apprentice
Physical description and notes:
Laic has become a legend among the followers of Cetanu, the god of death. She started training to become a priestess at a very young age. After the mysterious disappearance of her family, she was determined to learn all the knowledge about death and destruction that her loving god had to offer. Thus, she became one of the most powerful followers of Cetanu. It is said that his wishes and thoughts are channeled through her through visions and dreams...or nightmares.
She spends much of her time in meditation. Though she prefers to walk amongst the crew and observe them, offering any guidance or wisdom she might have. She blesses hunts and blooding ceremonies with elaborate prayers and mystical blades
TF's: Not Again Wheeljack..."Of all the ill-fated, inconceivable, incorrigible, idiotic, indescribable--"TF's: Not Again Wheeljack...10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Autobots of all shapes and sizes paused in their daily business as the ranting voice erupted from the medbay. Some of the newer ones look around in surprise. Most merely grinned knowingly at one another. Someone had obviously pushed the wrong button on a certain medic. Once one considered the fact that the twins were presently out on patrol, it really only left one mechanism who managed to wind Ratchet up on a regular basis.
"--insane, imbecilic, ideological, ignorant... GAH! Why today of all days, Wheeljack!"
Said scientist was standing sheepishly in the doorway, dripping fluids from one hand while three newly-detached digits sat sparking in the other. His headfins flashed a soft shade of pink in embarrassment as he scratched the side of his blackened face.
"I wasn't expecting it to self-destruct so suddenly. I even had Prowl double-check the formula for the internuclear filter system. It was perfectl
:Prologue:Hakase Ishi was a scientist, plain and simple. He had come to this facility to make a name for himself and to challenge his intelligence. Now all he could think about was staying alive. Some how, his perfect world had come crashing down around him.:Prologue:11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Damn it!" Hakase jumps aside, barely in time to avoid a fellow scientist barreling through the hall, only to be ambushed by the wicked black demons ahead. He was one of Number Seven's technicians. I met him once. I think his name was Jim. Hakase catalogued it all in the back of his mind absently. He always had done this when looking at his surroundings.
A computerized female voice then came over the intercom, "Warning. Holding cells one through six have been breached. Please evacuate the compound. Lockdown will commence in ten minutes."
During his momentary detachment from reality, one of the beasts raised its head to seemingly look at him. Though they didn't have eyes to speak of, he could feel their hot and hungry gaze u
Vanilla ch.4VanillaVanilla ch.45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic squirmed in the arms of the Spy behind him. He whimpered, scared and unsure of what to do. He wanted to scream, but he was scared the Spy would slit his throat.
"Ma Petit.... You are better in person, than what I expected. So small, so perfect..." He heard the Spy whsiper into his ear. Medic started stammering in German, too nervous and scared to form English sentences. The Spy just laughed, nuzzling the smaller man's neck. Medic was whimpering and shaking, rambling on in German. He felt the Spy nuzzling his neck again, and freaked out more. Suddenly, he saw a glint. Sniper! He wiggled more, then started screaming.
"Hilf! Hilf!" He started screaming for help, hoping someone was around to help him. Suddenly, a little blue dot appeared on his chest. He knew Sniper was trying to aim for the Spy. Medic froze, giving Sniper a chance to get the Spy, but the Spy was too quick. He ducked down behind Medic, his butterfly knife out in an instant and aimed for Medic's throat.
Vanilla ch. 11VanllaVanilla ch. 114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic took a gasp as he respawned. It was never easy, but this time, he wanted to scream. But, he found himself unable, even though his mouth was open. He grabbed his throat, feeling a nasty scar, and whimpered. He found a corner of the respawn room, and curled up, not wanting to go back out onto the battlefeild. He pulled his knees up to his chin, closing his eyes and whimpering. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and did nothing to stop them from flowing.
He did not see the BLU Sniper as he respawned, clutching his head.
"Fuckin' brat... Damn, that hurt!" Sniper muttered, looking around for the Medic. He rushed over, kneeling down in front of the man.
"M-medic...? You okay...?"
He fell back when the Medic tackled him, burying his face in Sniper's shirt, still crying. Sniper held him, as the young man sobbed quietly.
"It's okay, Medic.... I'm right here, and I'll protect you..."
Alfons grunted as he respawned, reaching back and rubbing where Gerald's knife went. He
Belarus x Reader It's A DateBelarus x Reader It's A Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I made a new version of this! Please look at it, it is very much better than this..
It was snowing hard outside, you could see a faint figure in the distance. You blinked twice, and rubbed you eyes to be sure. "It's snowing hard, I wonder who the fool is today. Probably Alfred, he always does stupid stuff like this." You thought, you got up the couch to walk over to coat rack. You put your boots on, and your coat on to greet the figure that was slowly coming up your house.
You walk outside, shivering from the sudden drop of tempeture of warmth unlike inside your house. As the figure was getting closer, you could see long platinum blonde hair flowing through the wind. "It must be a woman, but her hair is beautiful." You thought, having a faint tint of pink on your cheeks from the thought. You walk off the porch to the woman gaining up, you suddenly stop. "Wait. I think that is Ivan little
Insert Titlte here"ALERT! RED Spy in the base!"Insert Titlte here4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pyro jumped up, rabbing his helmat and shoving his nappy head into it, before pulling on his fire-proof suit. He shoved un-socked feet into his boots, then grabbed his home-made flamethrower and gloves, pulling them on before heading out of his room. somehow, despite getting fully dressed, he was done and out faster than even Soldier. Said man ran out in his camo boxers and white tank-top, his helmate on his head an his rocket launcher in his arms.
"Wake up, Sally! There's a RED Spy in the base!"
"No duh, you bumbling fool!" Pyro yelled. Of course, all Soldier heard was, "Mm muh, mu bblnm mmm!"
The older man ignored the fire-lover, running to each of the doors yelling.
Pyro ran the opposite way of the Soldier, banging on doors, alerting everyone of the Spy.
He was at the last door, when he heard a scream that turned his blood to ice. He busted down the door, the stopped.
Standing above the body of the BLU Engineer, was RED Spy. The Spy's mask was torn, rev
.:Yellow Submarine Syndrome:..:Yellow Submarine Syndrome:..:Yellow Submarine Syndrome:.10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ratchet was really beginning to wish he hadn't dropped into the rec-room today, Blaster and Jazz were having 'Disco Day'. He hated disco music with a vengeance. Disco music was the height of bad taste, it sent him cold all over and set his audios ringing for days afterward but what was worse was the mental replay. Disco, you see, seemed to have an annoying habit of programming itself into his memory modules and replaying itself incessantly to the point where he was half ready to jack into the nearest high voltage power line to be rid of it. But even disco paled in comparison to his current problem.
He sat in his office brooding, his newly acquired Rock Anthems CD blaring at an unhealthy volume in the background to drown out that damn song. Oh yes, it'd been all well and good on the night, Yellow Submarine had seemed harmless enough but in the last 48 hours he'd had a series of visits from the other Autobots all suffering with the same complaint. He'
Sniper's Furry Curse 1 "So ye think that me mother's a fake, boyo?"Sniper's Furry Curse 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sniper rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Demoman sat across from him and was glaring at him as well as he could with his one eye. He was gripping some old pagan looking book in his hands and rage radiated from his very soul.
"I didn't say that, mate," he said. "I just said that it's all a bit of shonky business, is all. Really, magic? How old are you again?"
Demoman leapt up and kicked his chair aside in anger.
"I'll have ye know tha' me mother is th' best at her art. Th' very same art runs through me veins, an' I'm no' afraid ta be using it on ye!" Demoman waved the book in a threatening manner, but Sniper just yawned.
"Sure thing, mate. Do ya need ta go get your wand too?" He stifled a chuckle and took another sip of coffee. He should have been paying attention to Demoman.
If he had he would have seen Demoman raise that chair at him.
Sniper woke up with a throbbing headache
Collab part 1Laic sat quietly in her chambers, the smell of incense and candles strong in the air while she meditated. She sat cross legged apon a large pillow made especially for her meditations. They would be arriving at the rendezvous point with the Moshathra soon and she wanted to make some final preparations before they arrived. Her eyes closed, she focused her mind to become one with Cetanu. She had disabled everything that could possibly disrupt her while she worked. But a sudden sharp clanging at her portal caused her snarl to angrily. Who dare intrude on her meditations so impetuously! "Come!" she growled, fully prepared to tear off the arm of whoever had interupted her. She stood and turned, she was wearing nothing but a medallion around her neck, to see the wrech.Collab part 110 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
But she calmed when she saw it was ship's counselor, F'lar. She rather liked the small and frail appearing male. Many called him an ooman with a pretty face, she could see how he had recieved that nickname. I remember hearing h
ER or Where Is That Arm?"Got a leaker here as well!"ER or Where Is That Arm?11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I need a standard line graft in here."
"Got primary hydro sorted. DAMN! Energon residue…. Did you shut off the hydraulic uplink to the leg?"
"Got it sorted before we started"
"It ain't working, 'cause he's still twitching it here! Try grounding the main power coupling in the hip socket assembly..."
Ratchet craned his neck enough to see the knee. "Damn! Crimp that line, or find the slaggin' joint valve!"
Nigthingale grunted a reply as she reached down and bent the hose shut with a servo-clamp. Her hands and arms were covered in everything from hydraulic fluid to oil to energon. The whole left leg she was working on was smashed. Ratchet was trying to get an arm off the patient to stop the leaks up there. The whole chest was a mess after a severe impact and she saw glass and plastic splinters stuck in it everywhere. Small wonder the patient was on life-support. Some of the sub-processor boards were hardly better than scrap... Somewhere behind her on another t