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 Written11 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.
My DemonsCan you see them?My Demons11 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.
You Thought I was Your doll...You Thought I was Your doll...10 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
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
Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheetVulcanos breed-Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheet7 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.
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
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - UnpackedHetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked3 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
LowencasterLowencaster was a quiet village. It always had been. The people there were quiet people. The landscape was an overall silent landscapeunless you counted the soft breeze that occasionally flowed between the buildings, creating a soft and gentle whoosh that was too soothing to be called anything but quietfree from the chaos and destruction that had laid general waste to large parts the rest of the world. Its people, for the most part, were farmers, who spent their days out in the fields planting their crop, working their crop, harvesting their crop. A few did tend to the animals, mostly cows and horses, though there was an occasional goat to be found. The children did what children do, though their antics were overall subdued and allowable when measured beside those of most children of the world. The women cooked the meals and cared for the children, and the men cared for the womenwith tLowencaster8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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
She Waits For Him, NowShe was all he had.She Waits For Him, Now11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She was his life,
And when she lost hers,
He died inside.
There was nothing
In the world for him to do
But live as if
She were still there.
It's been years
After the accident
And he still
Wears the ring.
He still keeps
Safe from harm
And anything that could ruin it.
It's the closest thing
That he has
To remember her by.
Pictures are never real
Although he keeps them
Everywhere in sight.
He still holds
That pillow close
And takes in the lotion.
That same lotion
That he used to hate
Now what he had
And took for granted
Is his favorite feeling,
His favorite smell.
And that strawberry shampoo
He now knows by heart.
The one he'd smell
When he'd kiss her.
And the one
That would make him feel guilty
When he didn't.
He remembers everything about her
Especially the things
That no one else
Would bother to think about.
He still feels her
By his side at night
Although he knows
She's not there.
Some loves are overcome,
Even by death.
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
A West Worth Saving Ch. 6 Paddy groaned, squeezing his eyes tighter shut, “Great, just great. Now what’s to do about him?” Patricia waved toward Paddy.A West Worth Saving Ch. 63 years ago in Settings More Like This
Tennessee flicked his hat brim, “I’d say your debt’s repaid, Miss. You broke the fella out of jail, and saved his sorry tail end,” he told her honestly, “You can either leave him here, or wait ‘till he’s up.”
Patricia scratched the back of her head, “What’s this about silver goods you were speakin’ of?” she asked suddenly.
“Oh no Miss,” Tennessee shook his hands at her, “You’re NOT tagging along.”
“Well,” Patricia countered, “Paddy must’ve heard the same conversation,” she tapped her temple a few times, “I’m sure he can recall once he’s up, We’ll be there quicker than flies on honey.”
Tennessee snorted, “Paddy won’t be up until I
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 Jokes2 years 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
VegaKuni Oneshot: AnagramThere were four armed soldiers surrounding the target, one for each of the four cardinal directions. A few feet away, six monitor cyborgs stood at attention, three each for the two doors. All ten of them were equipped with assault rifles, each capable of killing a human in a single shot and then tearing apart the corpse with twenty more shots in rapid succession. Judging from the make and model of the rifles, it was doubtful that something as common as Kevlar would be able to stand up to them.VegaKuni Oneshot: Anagram3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fortunately for Kunimitsu, she was anything but "common."
Quietly assessing the situation at hand, the ninja reached into her pack strapped behind her back and pulled out the first of her many homemade instruments that she brought with her for this mission. While she didn't have any Kevlar underneath her purple bodysuit, Kunimitsu wasn't too terribly threatened by the possibility of being shot at. As a former Manji ninja, the red-haired kunoichi was trained to deal with multiple enemies in a sing
TB: Cry Wolf ch 20TB: Cry Wolf ch 202 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 20: Not Quite Desperate Measures
I spent the next four days confined to the small couch in my office. I ate only when Gerard insisted on it, and only rose on occasion to use the restroom. Never before in my entire life had I felt so pathetic and worthless, and part of me wished I could just vanish into the couch and never be seen again. Had I fallen in love with Jeanette Harker already? It was a possibility that hurt me, given how angry she had gotten with me, and that made me feel even more pathetic. To fall in love with a woman I barely knew!
I had received a phone call from the family manor once in those four days, and was unsurprised it was from my younger sister. Apparently she had been taken to Arkham Asylum, only to escape the next night, with some other inmates in tow. And now they were all at our family manor, and possibly using their new found illegal freedom to wreak some havoc. Guen had pressed the issue
FrickazoidFrickazoid3 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sonic-fan extraordinaire! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!
Wears his Sonic underwear! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!
Sonic makes him super wet! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!
Unless something better's on the net! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!
His brain's overloading; it has retarded coding!
Textbook case for Chrissy Chan! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!
Check out Sammy Harbors, classic sonic fan!
Makes shitty fucking videos, calls us fricks because he can!
He's SammyClassicSonicFan! He's a frickin' super-frick!
He gives gamers a bad name, cause he's a lunatic!
His home base is his frickin' house! Frickazoid! Frickassee!
Voice as high-pitched as a mouse! Frickazoid! Chimpanzee!
Will his testes ever drop? Frickazoid! Frickazoo!
He would make a funny cop! Frick me! Frick you!
He has the best opinions, he treats us like his minions!
Hope he ends up unemployed! Frickazoid! Frickazoid! Frickazoid!!!
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