Relaxing“ARG!”More Like This
Optimus almost jumped in surprise as Ratchet stomped his way into their quarters. The medic looked positively livid. His optics were darker than normal and he was vibrating as he walked. There was a strange tangle of a yellow, string-like substance across the side of his helm and Optimus could see that it was starting to circle around the antenna sticking out of his pack.
“Are you alright, Ratchet?” Optimus asked as he sat up on his berth.
He had just settled down to read through a datapad that Ultra Magnus had delivered while letting a content Smokescreen curl up against his chest. He hadn’t expected Ratchet for at least two more joors, more than enough time for him to read through the datapad and make sure that Smokescreen did not wake up and pounce on the medic before he had a chance to lie down. Smokescreen had picked up a strange habit of doing that to the poor medic and it did not help with Ratchet’s sore chassis.
TFP Fanfic Commission: LimerenceMore Like This
Transformers: Prime fanfic commission
Today was The Day.
The Day was important enough to have it's own subfolder in Steve's memory banks, with an attached alert that was flagged URGENT and was pinging him every few kliks. Not that he needed the reminder; even if he hadn't been thinking constantly about his upcoming confession, the other drones were locking him out of the bunker until he did it, and that was that. Recharging in the hallways of the Nemesis was extremely unhealthy. Liable to wake up scrapped.
...Of course, his confession was even more likely to land him in the scrapheap.
Steve trembled anxiously as he veered off his patrol route toward the bridge. If all went according to plan, the other officers wouldn't be there, leaving his target alone- or mostly alone- in the large room.
Steve stumbled as the name circled his processor, clutching his vocaliser and willing himself quiet. He couldn't give himself away th
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionMore 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
How we met - Chap OneMore Like This
How we met - A MTMTE/AU Knightformers tale
Pairings - DriftxRodimus
Rating for this chapter - K+
Warnings so far - none
Stellar cycle - one year
Sol - day
Orbital cycle - month
Vorn - 83 years
Click - one minute
Nano-Click - one second
Six vorns old in cybertronian years - 16 years old in human years
Drift groaned as he gripped the railing of the ship's deck, wishing that the voyage would end already. The ship swayed to an uncomfortable extent, and staring at the crystal sea didn't help; it danced dangerously around the vessel and smashed against it violently. He wanted to get to their destination right now. He didn't care if he had to pay extra; he just wanted to reach land. If not, then he wished that Prima would appear out of nowhere and stab him with his holy blade. He didn't care how it happened; at this point, he'd rather die than live through this ordeal any longer. The vessel's sailors could only give him confused looks. Variou
TFA: Yoketron+?WARNING: The following drabbles contain a spoiler for the Transformers Animated episode: Five Servos of Doom about a certain student of Yoketron. If you don't know who this student-currently-gone-bad is, then you might not want to read on .or maybe you don't care. Either way, you've been warned. These also contain slash.More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: While cleaning out some of my older files on my comp, I found this. I'm surprised I forgot all about these.
Title: New Student
Summary: A new student studies under Yoketron.
The first time Yoketron laid optics on his new student, he couldn't help but admire the younger mech's beauty. Emerald and ebony paint adorned his armor with red and tan on his large servos, green and black bands forming around his elegant neck while bright, azure optics gave off a warm glow against alabaster faceplates. He was tall, towering over the cyber-ninja master