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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
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 5)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I took in a deep breath, completely nervous for what is about to happen. I know that I was early, I wanted to prove to Alfred and Mattie that I am healthy enough to do things on my own. I got dressed, ate breakfast and left for the meeting an hour before it started, of course leaving them a note so they don’t freak and think I faded away.
We had flown in yesterday; the meeting was in Beijing, China. I actually wished I could stay longer and marvel at the beauty around me but my doctor refused to let me out on a trip like this for more than three days. At least I could see Arthur again and meet all the other countries I have yet to meet, or at least the one’s that will be at the meeting today.
Pulling out my small compact mirror, I checked to see that my make-up was alright, it didn’t even look like I was sick, thankfully.
Wanting to touch you
High above him they twinkled, each one looking like a diamond floating in a sea of darkness; shining so brightly that they made the night seem less dark. Blobboid looked up at the stars a feeling of odd childlike wonder filled his mind. He could not help but wonder, were the stars in Michelangelo's dimension as beautiful as the ones here in this one?
He’d always felt a kind of connection to the stars. No matter how bad things got, the stars never changed they always shown down with such beauty and grace. When they been younger, still children, before they'd begin developing their powers and before sliver had gone evil......he'd begun to teach his son's about the stars. Not just what they were, but the constellations and their histories. While his other brothers had somewhat disinterested Blobboid had clung to his father's every word. Something about the twinkling diamond lights above his head fascinated him; they held a kind of power over him that made him want to look up at them
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 8
Chapter: 8 The Lost Love
7:00 am Arendelle
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART.
"Alright! Alright!", I jeered as my wife and I entered the bedroom.
Victoria followed us in, but Elsa shoved her out and locked the door. "Oh come on!", she whined.
"Not now, sweetie.", sneered Elsa. "Daddy has some explaining to do. And depending on his answer, I may become a self-made widow!" She turned her head so fast, it looked like it had spun 180 degrees. Her blue eyes were soaked in emotion, both anger and sadness. Before I could speak, she shot an ice beam from each of her hands, freezing me to a chair. "I was such a fool. I should've been suspicious of all of your 'missions'. A tear ran down her face. "How long have you been with her? Months? Years? How long have you hid this from me?"
"You misunderstand! This isn't an affair!"
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 9
Chapter: 9 Blackout
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDEHEART.
The Snoopers had flown in to pick us up on Arendelle. Their ship, the Always Faithful, was regal yet intimidating. We followed Doctor Whooves' coordinates to the Admiral Jetson's cruiser. The entire Guardian ship was under blackout, drifting aimlessly through space.
Galleth Snooper cracked his thunderous knuckles. "This is undoubtedly a trap."
"True, but as a fellow Hanna-Barberan, Admiral Jetson's safety is of the utmost importance.", replied his mother.
Suddenly, my wristcom blipped as Kira whispered, "Elsa?"
"Yes, Kira. It's me."
"Thank the stars. They ambushed us. We're all scattered throughout the ship. Meet me in the detention block and-....wait....wait..."
A stern voice yelled, "There she is! Blast her!" The transmission ended.
I turned to Super Snooper, who was at the wheel. "Y
CHAPTER 8 MEMORIES AND TESTSCHAPTER 8
In front of them the cave stood; enormous in size and eerie in atmosphere. Glancing at Donatello Mikey spoke.
“what is this place?”
Donatello looked to him and spoke.
“this is the tunnel of Yubi. It was carved out of the mountain centuries ago and represents the darkness that must be overcome in order to see light.”
Next to him Mikey felt Leo shift uncomfortably. “and we have to go through it?” Donatello nodded.
“yes. It will take us to the castle. But it will not be easy.”
Mikey cocked his head.
“what do you me-”
but his words were cut off as a dull roar passed by them carried on the winds.
“I will explain more; but we must keep moving.”
Stepping into the cave Mikey felt his skin crawl; it was unnaturally cold and damp; and every step he took it felt as though he was being pulled deeper and deeper into oblivion. As though they were stepping into an entirely new world. Glancing back he found himself
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 The Queen's Bodyguard
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I flung open the doors and entered my castle. Anna leapt up from her seat, "Sis? What's wrong?" I hugged her tight.
"It's Michael. He's out of range and Loki....and...and..-"
"Slow down, Elsa.", worried the redhead. "Breathe. What happened to Michael?"
"Loki's behind everything. The attacks...the Phantom. All of it. He has a plot against Michael and now I can't reach him. I'm setting course for Dagobah, and I'm bringing him home." I broke free of my sister's embrace and raced upstairs.
"Wait, Elsa. This could be a trap!"
"I don't care, Anna. He's my husband and I'll travel to the ends of the galaxy for him." I looked at my wedding ring, gaining motivation from it. "I'll love him forever. For better and for worse. Anna, you are in charge if.....until...I return." I packed my bags
Darkest Depths: Part One - DissolutionThe lake spread out before him as far as the eye could see, an endless silver and black mirror reflecting the face of their god above. Gealach was an immense presence, drowning out the light of any stars with moon’s light. The Moonwatcher seemed concerned, peering down on the travelling pair with close scrutiny, and for good reason. Berach and his apprentice, Crowe, continued their journey through the heart of Oathbreaker territory on the old stag’s quest to find his daughter.
Elspeth had not returned from the Swan Doe’s Kingdom, and the emptiness in Berach’s heart from her absence ate at him. It plagued his soul, growing ever darker, consuming his thoughts and dreams. The darkness had always been a part of him; the loss of his leg had sown the seed but Muirín had been there to shed the light of hope within him. Her love, and later the love of their adopted daughter, had opened his heart and his mind. Muirín had shown him how to accept the gifts that t
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
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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