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Almost Caught [Gift]Bumblebee happily bounded over to Kell who sat by herself waiting for Bulkhead outside of base. Her optics flicked from the sources of many different sounds, one after the other in the chilled winter air. The scout sat next to her, a mischievous glint in his optics, "Hey, Kell." he spoke as he eyed her.
She turned her head slightly and smiled, "Hey, Bee. What's up?" After holding a gentle gaze with him for less than a second, she knew he had something he wanted to tease her about.
The young yellow-and-black wolf smirked, leaning in the tiniest bit, "I know someone who likes you."
A thousand thoughts whirled in Kell's head within an instant. Had Bulkhead figured out? Did Bumblebee figure out? Did someone tell him, or Bulkhead? She tried to keep a cool attitude and let her happy expression drop to a slightly serious one, "Who?" Her optics narrowed as she spoke.
Bumblebee's head snapped up defiantly, smiling, "Not tellin'."
Perfect. What was she supposed to do now? Try to dr
T.E.C.D.T. - 4Pistol leaped into the clearing with Gritch and Sam close behind. His bright eyes searched every inch of the empty lot. Blood and fur was everywhere and no signs of any of the younger members of his team, "Red? Branch?" the German Shepherd turned to Sam, "Where's Molly? I last saw her helping you, Sam."
Gritch padded to the opposite side of the clearing, her nose slamming into the dirt as she sniffed around for any fresh scents. Lifting her head after finding a few tiny dirt mounds, she turned towards Sam and Pistol, "This scent is strange. I've... n– never smelled this one before. But from the looks of things, there was a fight."
Pistol moved a few fur tufts with his paw, "Molly's fur is here–"
"And Red's is over here," Sam muttered angrily. Red almost always loved to pester the older dog, "The idiot. Probably nearly got himself killed in this fight. His blood is everywhere... And there's Rottweiler fur here, too," his nose wrinkled and his head shot up, "It's glossy as he
Nightmare - TFP (FanFiction)Nightmare
Chiller calmly padded up behind Bumblebee shortly after waking up. The yellow-and-black wolf had woken in the middle of the night, leaving the berthroom where his comrades slept soundlessly. Something's on his mind. Chiller thought silently to herself. Bumblebee turned his head slightly to look at her as she sat next to him on the cliff side outside of base, watching the night sky.
"What's wrong, Bee?" His ears flicked at the sound of her voice. After staying silent for a few seconds, Bumblebee turned his head to her, sadness clouding his eyes, *...We almost lost Raf today,* he looked down, away from her gentle gaze as he shamed himself, *And it's my fault.*
Chiller was stricken with emotion instantly. It was true that they had almost lost their shared charge to Megatron's wrath earlier, but it wasn't Bumblebee's fault. "Bee... That's not true. You had no idea Megatron would encounter you, nor that he was above you. There was nothing you could do, don't t
Enemies - TFA FanFictionChiller's paws quaked. Her fur flattened out as she fell on her belly to the snow. Energon seeped out of the wound on her left hind quarter, and from her cheek and chest. Blitzwing had beaten her good enough to make her collapse.
He switched to his psycho face and that same wicked smile stretched across his face, "Having trouble, Autobot?" Chiller tensed as he took a few paw steps closer, "Let me help you, HAHAH!"
His jaws locked around her throat for a moment and he flung her across the frosted field they were battling in. Energon smudged across the snow as she tumbled and rolled, finally coming to a halt in the powdery, bloodstained snow. Struggling to get up as he approached her again, her paws wouldn't work. Energon started to leak from them by cracking in the frostbitten air and snow.
Chiller's wounds stung in the freezing air and her ears dropped as his paw stopped before her nose. She looked up and saw those terrifying blood red eyes, "You look like you're in pain...
Chiller (TFP fanfic)Chiller.
Her family, her friends, her entire species torn apart, her trust for anything, anyone gone.
No one there at her aid.
They were closing in and she had no where to run or hide. Cybertron was falling apart where she was from and the grounds she knew were falling apart beneath her very feet. No one was there to hear her. This was the end. She most likely wouldn't make it through the torture chambers. She knew that being so small wasn't really any help to her, despite her ferocious-sounding name, and she would put up not much of a fight. She had nothing to live for. She couldn't even get out of this one even if she wantedto!
She froze when a bright red Decepticon mech rounded the corner and his eyes squinted with evil. He stepped out and slowly, menacingly took massive steps towards her, pummeling her inner thoughts.
Four drones followed him and a smirk stretched across his face when he stopped. His blades were hidden, but that didn't suppress her fear in any way.
TECDT - Chapter ThreeTECDT - Chapter Three
Pistol jumped from the large fallen oak tree and into the small clearing with little dens in the ground and under tree roots and he turned, helping Gritch pull Branch over the tree as well.
Once they were over, Sam led Branch into his den to check up on her wounds and Red stood staring after them outside.
"So, why are you the one caring for Branch so much?" Pistol taunted, smiling.
"W- what? I..." he whipped his head away, blushing, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh c'mon, kid. You're making it way too obvious," he nudged him playfully.
Red stood with a pout covering his face, "Alright, fine. But don't tell her!"
"AHAHA I think she may already know," Pistol laughed.
"Pff," Red blushed and perked his ears up as Sam walked out of his den.
"Go start making a den for Branch, Red," Red nodded and hurried to the far side of the
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his right then and there, but because of Pe
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
Sonadow: Phantom of the Opera Ch11Chapter 11: Coming Clean
I’ll be honest. I didn’t know what to think at this point. The Phantom is so desperate for love, and I’d feel like shit if I turned him down. The thought of what he’d do IF I chose Ms. Rose scared me to death. However, I do love Ms. Rose as well.
This is confusing. I should… maybe ask Ms. Rose about this, but then… how would SHE react? Sheesh. It’s getting harder and harder to hide this. Mr. Wilson is getting suspicious around me, so I need to do a better job of faking smiles.
Problem is that… it’s hard. Hard faking smiles about love, about what I think is right, and what I think needs to be done. Should I do anything? That’s a stupid question. Of course I should. I don’t want to worry Ms. Rose, but I can’t think of anyone else to turn to. I’ve come so far in this Opera House in such a short period of time. We’ve become great friends, and she keeps insisting that I can t
The Soul Keeper II: Ch. 23Chapter 23
“WHAT?!” Sky immediately jumped up, nearly shouting, “Do you know who took him? Where has he been taken? Ethan, tell me!”
“First, don’t grab me like that!” Ethan snarled, taking Sky’s hands off of his shoulders, “Second, calm down so we can think of a rescue plan.”
Sky winced as Ethan’s claws dug into his skin, pulling his hands back, “Uh, s-sorry… but Ty is my best friend, so of course I’d be worried about him.”
Ethan gave a curt nod, then crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. He knew Adam and Ty’s friendship had lasted for years, probably more than what Sky had with him, though he had left for a certain amount of time before suddenly appearing out of the blue almost two years ago. For a time, he had been jealous of Ty, but that jealousy didn’t last long. He had reasoned that since he had someone who meant a lot to him, so
A Drowning Tadpole - One (Warrior Cats) His fur was drenched. Shoving his littermates up onto the windowsill, pushing for them to somehow get out. Then the window opened, and he saw his mother in beckoning them out as his paws were swiped from under him.
The current of the flooding basement was too much for the tiny kit, and he was sucked under a few times, reaching for his mother's paw the best he could. Why isn't she coming to get me!?
He was sucked under for the last time and he struggled, his tiny body slamming into the pipe that had burst, and he was being tossed back and forth by the water itself.
The kit thought he could hear his mother's voice again, but it wasn't the voice of a she-cat. It was more of a tom's, Swim!
The kit shoved his way through the water and obeyed the voice. Finally, he broke the surface and his paw clutched a curtain hanging from a high windowsill in another room. Air filled his lungs as he broke the surface, and he looked to the window in the o
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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