Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end
I come to you in hope
That if we join our souls together,
Unite our mirrored dreams and pains,
We could end this War forever.
I must be strong for others;
But you know me through and through.
There's no one else to help me now.
I need you, oh I need you!
I'll open to you my utmost self.
(Please help me not to be afraid!)
I'll hold back nothing not even sham
TRANSFORMATION Act III: HOMEIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TOTRANSFORMATION Act III: HOME5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
---If you haven't read Megatron: Origin, than for Primus' sake look at these pictures so you'll know what I'm on about:
Detail: Megs's Crest
I would never have thought to write any of this at all, if it weren't for this image. Absolutely everything I have written in this entire TF Saga Of Infinite Length was spawned from the idea contained in these three tiny panels.
---BONUS: Spot the Furmanisms for extra points!
(Corax gave me the idea, and I lost my capacity to resist. I had unholy fun.
I'm just hoping, snobbishly, that if you read a line you find particularly
TRANSFORMATION Act III sc. iiIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TOTRANSFORMATION Act III sc. ii5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Starscream was giddy. The thought of taking Megatron unawares, of vanquishing both him and Optimus Prime when the cowards both assumed that they would never have to fight again... It was beautiful. His plan was flawless; his quarry unprepared. It was all he could do to keep from crowing out loud in his delighted anticipation.
As their point of access to the impromptu sanctum, the trio of Decepticon rebels had chosen a tiny chamber, far removed from the large entrance hall where heat signatures showed Megatron and Prime had set up temporary living and working arrangements. The Cassetticons assured Starscream that the room had not been used in vorns. But he didn't seem to care. The closer they got to Megatron, the more manic the Air Commander became. Now that his Glorious Leader had weakened himself by
TRANSFORMATION - Act I: SPARKSIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TOTRANSFORMATION - Act I: SPARKS5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We'll cover your retreat," the Wreckers' Captain bellowed above the shriek of laser fire.
"No foolhardy last stands, Springer," Prime rumbled to his impetuous lieutenant. "We've already lost the city. Don't add your carcass to the pile!"
"Just get everyone you can away from this hell-hole," the green Autobot replied, "And we'll rejoin you back at headquarters." He threw a quick salute over his shoulder, and disappeared into a boiling cloud of smoke.
"It's time to wreck 'n' rule, boys," he called out over his comm. The crackling slump of a stricken tower behind him almost drowned out the grim battle-cry. "Prime needs two or three more breems to get the wounded out of the warzone. Word is that Decepticon Command have gathered in the Central Square; and it's our job to keep them there, even if we have t
What Immortal Hand What Immortal Hand?What Immortal Hand4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
William Sparkplug Witwicky was, in no particular order; forty-five years old, unemployed, a single father, and lost in the bowels of an alien spaceship. As he walked past panel after identical panel of orangey-gold alien metal in the massive corridor he wondered if he should be more concerned about his situation. The day had been utterly surreal so far. He knew he had experienced the unexpected attack on the oil rig by the giant alien robots, remembered his abrupt dive into the cold ocean waters to save his son and recalled their subsequent rescue by the other giant alien robots, but he felt strangely disconnected from it all. He stopped a
TRANSFORMATION Act II: HELMETAct II:TRANSFORMATION Act II: HELMET5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As time pressed down on him, Optimus found himself measuring the rusted, dusty room in units of Megatron. The restless gray mech paced its sides so often, that the Autobot had memorized the number of steps his old opponent could make along each wall. Nine strides across, and fourteen along its length, with a ceiling that was 1.2 times the height of the two tall mechs at its peak; the room had seemed ample enough when first they had arrived here. Now Optimus fretted at confinement with his longtime enemy. And Megatron raged and fought against it like a caged Nebulan Tigrus.
They'd come to this abandoned warehouse immediately after their bond, and forbidden all their clamoring subordinates from entrance to this hastily-chosen sanctum. Prime hoped that a few orns in seclusion would be enough to give them both the time they needed to adapt to their new relationship, and to plan their strategy for uniting all of Cybertron under their joint rule.
But ever since the spa
TRANSFORMATION Act IV: MASKIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TOTRANSFORMATION Act IV: MASK4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A preternatural stillness lay across all Cybertron. The deep thud of artillery, the high shriek of small-arms fire, the crackle of laser blasts: all had fallen silent. The planet waited in anxious expectation.
With a sudden, resounding crack, a little chunk of slag crumpled beneath the crushing weight of a massive, metallic knee. It skittered in a hundred tiny pieces down the rubble-strewn slope.
The frozen form of a kneeling mech slipped a little on the suddenly-uneven ground. But its arms were linked with those of another; and although that other mech's shell was also dark and empty, its grip was enough to stabilize the Autobot Commander's abandoned body.
The clatter of falling scree faded away, the creak of strained metal subsided; and once again, all was silent.
But in that st
TRANSFORMATION Act IV sc. iiIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TOTRANSFORMATION Act IV sc. ii4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Megatron started violently, and shoved the Autobot Commander away from him as if the red mech were infected with scraplets. Optimus fell onto his repair platform in a groaning clash of metal.
"Ratchet, you sneaking little slag-sucker!" the Decepticon swore, "How long have you been spying?"
"Spying is for amateurs," the Autobot doctor retorted. "I'm your Medic. I know all." He strode up to the two mechs, stopping beside his crumpled Commander.
Optimus muttered a few choice words regarding his bond-brother's origin while Ratchet examined the welds on his dented frame. All held sound.
"If it turns out you've damaged your dear brother just now," the Medic glowered at Megatron, "I know you'd be a lot more upset than you'd let on. Of course-" He grinned evilly. "But that's nothing to how you'd feel a
Size MattersSize MattersSize Matters2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Here, let me get that for you."
"What? I'm just as tall as you are-"
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're slagging-well not. I'm the biggest."
"We've always been an even match. Same height. Same mass except when you were trying out that ridiculous gun alt-mode..."
"Oh-ho! An insult! It seems we've touched a nerve here, 'Bots and 'Cons. I see that height's an important issue with you then. Could it be the mighty Prime's attempting to make up for some other deficiencies?" The tall gray mech called out across the Command Center. "Elita! We need an expert witness over here, if you've got a minute!"
She rolled her optics heavenward, but shut down the 3-D citymap she'd been examining. "What is it this time, boys?" she asked impatiently.
Megatron rolled on one heel so he stood with his back to Prime's. "Who's taller?" he asked bluntly.
"Neither of you," said Elita, with barely a glance at the two mechs. "You're both exactly the same height."
"See? I told you," O