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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
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 9Ruyak glanced around at the panicking villagers, himself torn between amusement and pity. He raised an eyebrow at a man with a small cartload of jarred fruits as a few of his stock bounced out and began rolling away in different directions over the mud. At first the merchant scrambled to recapture the runaways, then he seemed to rethink his priorities and ended up abandoning the whole cart.
“Standing around like this seems… counter-productive,” Ruyak said, his face twisted between a concerned frown and an entertained smirk as the man ran away.
“That depends on what we’re trying to accomplish.”
“Well, I was rather hoping to make a point," Kaelin replied slowly from her perch on top of Ruyak's shoulders, “but I wasn’t expecting this much hysteria. I thought most people would still be in their houses.”
Suddenly a small child ran out into the middle of the chaos, looking frightened and confused. She stopped
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 29
*Night, on a dark sky obscured by clouds. The woodlands shared those similar to Mareheim’s, yet every turn was dark and foreboding. It’s tree branches unseasonably bare, an ominous breeze scatted the fallen foliage. The moon hung high in the sky, shining brightly, as a lone figure walked through the dark woods. The figure was Mezmo who, for reasons unknown, wandered the forest alone*
Mezmo: *nervously calls out* H-H-Hello? W-Where am I?
*The wind blowing through the empty woods was the only sound. In the distance, the shining towers of Mareheim castle could be seen. Mezmo made his way to the towers, but it seems he couldn’t make progress no matter how far he traveled. Suddenly, a faint light echoed throughout the forest*
Mezmo: *gasps, whirls around* Who’s there?!
*But answer there came none, as a thick fog gathered around his ankles. The fog gathered into a pile, forming an amorphous shape with protrusions resembling wings. A crack of lightning within the cloud
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 30
*In Mezmo's room, Mezmo lay restlessly in his bed, tossing and turning beneath the covers while breaking out into a sweat. Silently, the door to his room opened as the silhouette of Princess Luna made her way into the room. The shadow itself descended over the sleeping wizard, as her horn illuminated with her magic at work*
Princess Luna: *to the Mane Six* Now, while my subconscious merges with Mezmo's, it will be up to me to find the source of his fears and be rid of it before it gets stronger. But this will also leave my physical body vulnerable.
Rainbow Dash: So what are we supposed to do?
Princess Luna: Watch my body, of course. If it gets out of control, you are to wake us up as soon as possible. Otherwise, both Mezmo and I will be trapped in the dream world forever.
Fluttershy: *worryingly* Oh my…
Applejack: Don'cha worry, Princess. We'll have ya outta there in a jiffy.
Rarity: If anything goes wrong, that is. Which I doubt.
Princess Luna: Then stand back, I don't know what
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
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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