TF Drabble, Tales ToldTF Drabble, Tales Told7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They were warriors. Fast. Brutal. Strong.
If not for they, the war may have gone an entirely different way. Blessed with the power and the forms needed to strike fear into the most lethal of Decepticons.
And now they are all but forgotten, the very mention of the war is shrugged away and ignored. The memories. The deeds.
But they should never be forgotten, and I shall honour them in my own humble way. I shall live a warrior, die by a code of honour.
And by their teachings, I shall conquer. I shall rule.
Call me Dinobot.
Social MurderSocial Murder9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You, Mister Fox
in your business suit,
rallying the sheep
and leading them to
Do you feel remorse
at the stains on
or the ink on
I didn't think so.
You, Marble Statue
for the masses,
an idol for the weak.
Do you fear the cracks
in your façade
and time itself?
I think you do.
You, Shadowed Snake,
with a thousand faces.
Do you know who
your well constructed
You don't, do you?
In this time-rich tapestry,
we're molded by
Fleshy robots, programmed daily
and drinking ignorance.
Do you plead guilty
to this social murder?
I didn't think so.
For Steve IrwinSeptember the forth, the forth of september,For Steve Irwin9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll ever remember the forth of september.
Bright eyed and young, glued to the set,
the croc song was sung, and that's when I met
The man with the gapped smile, boots and tan shorts.
with an accent to love and reptile cohorts.
He taught me his lessons, to love and have seen
flora and fauna and all inbetween.
How I loved his stories, smiles and quirks,
excursions to the wild where wildlife lurks.
The world knew his name when I was grown.
The hunter was famous, his legacy in stone.
And I loved him still, as much as before.
And when he'd smile, I'd love him even more.
I'll never forget the many roads he paved,
hundreds of milestones and animals saved.
I'll shed tears for him, though never shake his hand
or tell him of what he meant to me..and...
How I'll remember him in the years I'll save
how I'll tell of his work and all that he gave.
Of the millions of people who will also remember
that horrible moment on the 4th of September.
So, I'll send
Drowning in LoveStruggle against the currentDrowning in Love11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knowing it is useless
Wanting to live
Wanting to die
You are drowning in love.
This is what it feels like
When you fall in love
You feel yourself slipping
You don't try to stop it
You let yourself go quietly
And just as the water
Rises above your head
You regret it.
CCJ- Darkest Day Event- WuyanCCJ- Darkest Day Event- Wuyan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The figure of a Tempest's tiger dashed from roof top to roof top, as fellow Tempests and other gang members alike all met their matches in the streets around them. Shalu Wuyan had no idea what was going on, except that the necklace around his neck, was his sole means of being attacked. Should someone spot it hanging about his throat, they would have no hesitations in trying to cut him open. It was gratifying to see that no civilians were being harmed, if only for intense complexity and sense of justice Wuyan had accustomed his moral compass to. Even so, he was anxious. 'What could be happening?' He thought to himself.
Still, Wuyan's instinct told him that there was something on a massive scale happening within the city this day. Swift figures, well-armed all, were boldly moving through the city, and his pale eyes could barely discern the presence of gang members; Tempest's or otherwise. Pausing, Wuyan slid into the shadow of a sloping roof, and waited for the sound of pounding feet to
Every Fanfic Ever WrittenTHE EXPLANATORY FICEvery Fanfic Ever Written10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(CHARACTERS do something interesting. CAMERA fades to black in the middle of it.)
CAMERA: Well, I'm done here.
AUTHOR: Like hell you are.
THE BACKSTORY FIC
CHARACTER: Alas, I do not have much of a backstory.
AUTHOR: Now you do!
CHARACTER: ... hooray?
THE BACKSTORY FIC, PART 2
EXTREMELY MINOR CHARACTER: I have no backstory, no personality, and perhaps three lines of dialogue.
AUTHOR: Well, we can't have that.
THE MARY SUE
CHARACTER: I'm OOC.
MARY SUE: I'm stereotypical.
CHARACTER: I love you.
MARY SUE: I love you too, snookie-ookie-wookums.
CHARACTER: Something is wrong.
SELF-INSERT: I can fix it!
CHARACTER: You're very strong.
SELF-INSERT: I can beat you all up!
CHARACTER: You're fourteen.
SELF-INSERT: And I can solve all your problems!
CHARACTER: That's wonderful! We trust you utterly!
THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT FIC
CHARACTER: We won! It's over!
AUTHOR: Like hell it is.
Permanent FreaksWe always dressed like clownsPermanent Freaks9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walked around with permanent frowns
We were into video games and Japanese sublime
Going through everyday life committing fashion crimes
We were the kids that were hated by all
We stuck by each other in order not to fall
We took the sneers, the laughs, the occasional abuse
We were each other fascinating muse
We came from different worlds
But still managed to fall in the same hole
We were just different little girls
We sometimes spent days playing a 5 year old role
We were a couple of nobodies
Conquered imaginary colonies
You're for me, and I'm for you
No matter where we go, we'll never have a clue
You're for me, and I'm for you
Go through life without the slightest clue
I liked pink and you liked blue
two different freaks with nothing to lose
My DemonsCan you see them?My Demons10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters by my side
These are the Demons that haunt me
These are the things i can't hide
Can you hear them?
The voices I obey
These are the Demons in my ear
Begging me to play
Can you feel them?
The creatures telling me to kill
These are the Demons that drive me
I'm ready to do their will
I cannot stop
I must not rest
Until their intention is done
For they are the thing
That keeps me alive
They are what keeps me strong.
Galixnil - Backstory + MoreOkay, heres the skinny on Galixnils backstory. Plus Im throwing in some behaviors and the reasons behind them. Oh, and a little bit of stuff about her husband. Why? Why not is a better question.Galixnil - Backstory + More7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I could do this eloquently, but Im feeling like being brief. The times when I put Galis spin on the story will be evident by quotations around phrases or adjectives.
So Liligan Moore (Galixnils somebody)--or Lily for short--grew up in Port Royal in a fairly well-off family. Her mother died when she was young and impressionable and her father raised her from that point on with her nursemaids assistance. Despite not really having a mother, she grew up in a very nice household and she was rather spoiled and self-centered, being an only child in a prosperous family.
Lily was raised to be very proper and mannerly and lived up to her fathers expectations
There Is A DifferenceThere Is a DifferenceThere Is A Difference7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just Ask Sentinel
The afternoon drivers of Detroit made their way, not really paying attention to the small gathering of three, large robotic beings conversing on the edge of a four-way intersection. With so many incidents regarding their Cybertronian visitors happening so frequently lately, their presence was hardly surprising.
Since we are going to be occupying Earth for a little while, I thought itd be wise to ensure that everyone understands the human laws and symbols of the thoroughfare. Just to prevent any unnecessary accidents.
Ultra Magnus looked over to a mildly cringing Sentinel Prime, still a little sore after a nice fall from the edge of an unfinished road. He made no comment, nursing a dent and a stinging pride. No one could say he didnt deserve it, though.
Jazz was a little more excited for the exercise than his comrade. Oh man, you mean like those traffic lights? Those things were so cool, he
You Thought I was Your doll...You Thought I was Your doll...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Thought I Was Your Doll...Wasn't that it?
You stole my soul but only for a moment…
How did it feel to hold something so priceless and light?
You thought I was your doll…wasn't that it?
You took me as your bride but treated me as your slave…
Whispering to me I was your heaven…you promised I was your queen…
The sweetest flower you had ever known…you told me that once, do you even remember?
Inhaling my exotic fragrance with such colorful passion, our essences were united …
Touching me spirit, you touched my body…you touched my mind...
I allowed you entrance into the depths of me…
My dreams spilled forth at your feet and you were pleased…
You unwrapped my satin leaves, velvet petals and lace buds…
You told me you loved me, you liked me, you wanted and needed me….
I believed your wicked lies...foolish wasn't I?
Then you raped me with your hands…
You pierced my skin with your teeth…
You pounded my being with your personhood…
Twisting my consciences into your oblivion…
My beauty melted in
Perfect Morsels.....Perfect Morsels.....7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My tummy is bursting with happiness.
During an interveiw once I was asked why it was so important to the Inupiaq People that we continue to rely on the arctic to provide for our food. I stumbled and mumbled something I'm sure...but I do remember saying, it is a connection with our ancestors.
I have just finished cleaning the table off after dinner. We literally had no non-Native foods on the menu. For dinner we ate ; boiled caribou meat, soft and seasoned with nothing but salt and pepper, muktuk dug out from the depths of our freezer, a chunk that was soft and buttery smooth, Seal oil that we ourselves harvested and prepared from the spring, it tasted sweet and not at all fishy, the epitome of love in a jar, and dried caribou meat that we dried this summer, clean and cruchy, in an addictive manner.
A connection with ancestor, in the midst of gorging, I took my ulu and swiflty cut the boiled meat into small bit sized pieces, ready
TG War: I-RugburnTG War: I-Rugburn7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rugburn slowly opened the door, peering into the dark room. It was night, and he had spent the day hiding amongst the Mad Atom Federations troops, so he could relay details back to Quarmas SoulShard Catillion. Maybe their plans for getting a technological advantage, or where high ranking team members would be operating in the next few days. Anything to gain the upper hand. He leaned over the desk and turned on the small lamp before scanning the items on the desk for any easy intel.
Out late, arent we? The chair at the other end of the desk swivelled round. Sitting comfortably in it was Daimajin, brandishing a TG gun. Took a long time to catch up with you. How you threw us off the trail for so long Ive no idea. The Text Colonel himself behind enemy lines.
So what next? You going to take me out? Rugburn said.
No no. Well, at first I thought about it. The MAF Drill Instructor shrugged, keeping the gun trained on Rugbu
57 Bad TF JokesHere are some really (and I mean really) bad jokes about Transformers. You can use them to annoy your friends or the people who just don't like Transformers.... or do something with them or not. I don't care. I found all this on the internet (where else) and decide to post them on here.57 Bad TF Jokes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. Three Autobots are in a bar on the top of a cliff. The first Autobot says to the other Autobots "You know, if had just a little more Energon, I think I could fly." The second Autobot says "No Way!" So the first Autobot orders some Energon and drinks it. Then all three Autobots walk out to the edge of the cliff. The first Autobot jumps off, starts falling to the ground, and then flies back to the top of the cliff.
The second Autobot is totally amazed, so he says "You know, if I had more Energon, I bet I could do that too." So all three Autobots go into the bar, and the second Autobot has more Energon. After he finished, he said "Ok
things your happy told meyour happy remembers you i left the letter on your pillow so that you could read itthings your happy told me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you dont want to read it
you throw it away
you tell it that you are done with it
especially when the cat doesnt come home
even a cat remembers your happy
and i remember your happy when it came home in your smile
when it held your hand as you laughed
when it whispered in your dance
when it snuck into your room at night
sometimes your happy calls your celular phone
it will buzz on the kitchen counter
and i will remember how it helped you smell the grass
and how ants used to crawl up your nose
in search of new places
to divide and conquer
your happy left a note on the front door it used the clear tape from your desk
it must have stopped by while you were gone
when will you return?
and you say that you will never
your happy is still looking for you it sent a telegram to your car radio
it wants to sing in your breath
it wants to dance in your feet
My Cousin BulkheadCrumplezone was beginning to walk out of his house to meet Ransack and Nemesis. Ma, Im going to meet with Rans and Nemesis! He yelled, half out the door. Ma? You there? MAAA! Roundabout walked from the living room. I heard you the first time, just remember to be home before nightfall because your cousin is visiting from Cybertron. Crumplezone rolled his optics. Youve told me about five hundred times today Crumplezone mumbled as he walked out the door.My Cousin Bulkhead7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crumplezone transformed and rushed down the road. He wouldnt admit it but he was really excited to meet his cousin, in fact he didnt know he had a cousin. When he was a few miles out he saw a cloud of dust as somebot also headed down the road. Crumplezone thought it was Ransack until he could make out the heavy green truck lumbering towards him. Huh? Never seen him before. Crumplezone muttered to himself. CZ transformed and skidded to a stop. The tru
Weighted Companion CubeToday is another day of testing,Weighted Companion Cube7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk through the cold, white rooms,
As I stop, calmly resting,
A hatch opens, and drops you in my life.
Your cold, hard exterior, a shell,
Your metal covers your soft heart,
You came to rescue me from hell,
And now we walk together.
I jump atop you, and you make me taller,
We run along the long white room,
And even as the corridor gets smaller,
I know you'll save us from all problems.
You act as shield, weight and friend,
As a stool, you have no better,
And then she speaks, and I fear the end,
You hold the button, I press the switch.
The hatch opens, to a flaming grave,
She tells me all this must be done,
Suddenly, you speak to me, say I must be brave,
I worry for my sanity, as you start to smile.
I wonder how a cube could grin,
But then the warm air reminds me,
I want to keep you, greed is my sin,
She speaks again, an angry tone.
I lift you up, above your fiery demise,
Once again, you speak to me,
You tell me that there will be a surprise,
Once I fin
conversation with my window."what're you staring at?"conversation with my window.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"you're staring at something. you're staring at me."
"that's because you're my window. you're there for me to look through."
"is that all i am to you? just a window?"
"well, kind of. yes."
"ever noticed how i'm always locked, to keep the bad things away?"
"demons can sift through even locked windows."
"yes but demons aren't real. or, well, the ones i'm talking about. haven't you noticed how my blinds are always open just enough for the moonlight to to reach your bed at midnight? and haven't you noticed how i heat up this lovely little chair over here for you to sit in when you get home? ever noticed how comfortable it is?"
"as serious as a window could be."
"how serious is that?"
"ask yourself where you'd be without me. alone in a dark room, that's where. when you were in the fourth grade, and you had to draw that picture of your room, did you leave me out? no. admit it, i'm important to you, too. but it feels like you're
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - UnpackedHetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The gross feeling of drool sticking to your chin was the only way you knew that you'd fallen asleep.
Your (eye color)-tinted eyes fluttered open lazily and just stared at the slow rotation of the ceiling fan for a good minute. You must have dozed off on the couch, and sitting upright, no less. Ugh, your neck was going to be stiff, but since there wasn't any ache to think about yet, your mind was free to roam. What were you just dreaming about? You couldn't quite remember - like a heavy fog had settled over your head like a thick blanket - but it must have been a nice dream. You felt much calmer than when you got home only a while ago. But, how long was a while ago? Should you get up and check?
Was time really that important right now?
You slowly closed your eyes, shrouding the room in a red darkness. It was so quiet in the apartment that you could hear the soft whoosh of the fan blades almost effortlessly. You stared a little at the red of the
Femme TroubleAdda stomped into the base, fury on her face.Femme Trouble1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"WHEELJACK!" She bellowed.
Wheeljack jumped in surprise. He wasn't alone; Raven was with him, and she had the same expression on her face as he did.
The warrior mech groaned softly as he rolled his optics, before looking at a furious Adda.
"What is it, Adda?" Wheeljack asked.
Adda scowled. "Wheeljack. You. Are. DEAD."
The ex-wrecker raised an eyebrow. "What'd I do?"
She glowered murderously. "You told Smokescreen that Raven and I were best friends. I am not friends with ANYONE."
Now, both Raven and Wheeljack looked at each other, with half confused and half scared expressions.
The Ex-Wrecker looked back at Adda as Raven sighed,
"You got it all wrong Adda, it was Smokescreen that told Wheeljack that, since he saw us getting along so well." Raven covered for Wheeljack, who smiled a bit.
Adda glared. "Let me make it clear. We weren't getting along. In fact-"
Smokescreen strolled in. "Hey, Adda. Hey, Raven. Hey Wheeljack. Um, Adda? Why are your
Retribution: The true visionCrawling from the Earth,Retribution: The true vision5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A repulsive stench
Climbing to it's feet, a crooked stance
The beast's lips part, revealing two rows of mangled, yellow teeth
The malevolent grin of a psychopath
The sounds of night vanish
Shining through the cloud cover, tiny beams of moonlight
Illuminating what has emurged
Saliva dripping from the hungry jaws,
I hear the slosh of mud and decay under it's feet
Approaching slowly with an unsteady gait
Reveling in his own pain,
Lusting for mine
The unrelenting malice in my own heart,
Moving in for the thrill,
I grab his disfigured skull,
The last visions of a demonic soul,
As I twist his grotesque head,
I feel the bones snapping
One by one
The cracking, gurgling, euphoria
His skull hangs, limp
Madness consumes me,
A dead monstrocity in my cold hands
Previously unknown intensity now flowing forth
Strip the flesh and mutilate the corpse
Pulling muscle from bone,
Tearing this vile burden apart
My hands covered
Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheetVulcanos breed-Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheet6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Horses of the lava
FAQ is at the bottom
Stone is the sole founding stallion of this breed. He stole a herd of black and grey mares, a herd that he has kept up over the generations. As one of the immortals, he will continue to sire foals forever, keeping the breed in existence through history.
Because he is an immortal, his genetics allow unlimited inbreeding of his foals with no degradation until the third generation. Aka full or half siblings that he fathered can inbreed, and their offspring can inbreed, but any further inbreeding will cause problems. The exact cause of this is unknown- it is theorized that his genes are borderline incompatible with normal horses and as such cause problems when they are no longer the dominant genetic information in the horse.
Firetone: colors, markings and patterns of red/yellow/orange. Can be pure or dark red, pure orange, or pure yellow, but are usually a mix of all three- looks like the flickering flame of a wood fire.
Pre-ShavingSly groaned and came to in the bathroom of the Cooper Gang hideout. He tried to stand up, only to find himself tied up.Pre-Shaving11 months ago in Humor More Like This
"Good, you're awake," Nicole said. "Time to do something about your lice problem."
"Sorry, but I'm not getting treated for that," Sly told her. "I'm out of here."
"You're not going anywhere," she began. "I locked the door and strapped an elastic waistband to your waist while you were unconscious."
"What?" Sly asked.
He looked down and saw the bungee cord to the bathroom sink.
"Untie me, you little...!" Sly began between clenched teeth. "Untie me!"
"Sorry, but I need you still if I'm gonna get rid of the lice," Nicole said, plugging an electric razor into a nearby socket.
"I don't want a shave! Untie me!" Sly complained.
"No way! Even as I speak, the lice eggs are hatching," Nicole told him. "Now hold still..."