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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
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.9"What are you doing?" You glared at Jeff, pulling away from him roughly.
"I was about to do some killing!"
"I can't let you do this. I was the one who dragged you into this."
He said, looking at the ground angrily.
"Well, you're not the boss now are you? I have orders, and I intend on following them."
"But you know this isn't what you want." Jeff growled. "Once you kill, there's no going back. Your mind becomes tainted, and you're seen as a monster to the world.
"You don't know what I want. My entire life changed when I ran into you. I've accepted my fate. Why can't you?" You chided.
Jeff couldn't understand. Of course you knew the sacrifice you were about to make, but there were only two options:
Kill or be killed.
You shrugged and turned to leave, but Jeff wasn't finished. He grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"You shouldn't do this. Try to think clearly!" Jeff had a strange tone in his voice, like concern. It was not like him at all.
"Since when did you start caring about me? L
Words Of GuiltSlowly Donnie snuck through the lair, doing his best to be as silent as he possibly could so no one would know he was sneaking out. while he was sure everyone was asleep he still had to be cautious with how he moved so as not to make a sound, a result of living with a family of ninjas. Once he was sure no one was watching him Donnie turned and scurried out of the lair, moving down the tunnel that led to the nearby subway tunnel. His foot had just moved to step into the subway when he felt someone grab his shoulder, pull him back and shove him against the wall.
He lashed out, trying to strike the person who had grabbed him only to feel the person grab his wrist and twist before pinning his arm against his chest.
"Where are you going Donnie?"
Raph's voice was low and vaguely threatening. Donnie did his best to seem unafraid.
"n...none of your business!"
he lashed out with his other hand, connecting with the side of Raph's face making the red banded turtle stumbled backwards a bit. Donnie
The Fox and the Bat: Role-Play
The once black night sky was slowly disappearing to reveal a red, orange and then yellow set of hues over the horizon in the distance. For many creatures, they were already near their home, so all they had to do was scurry, slither or walk into their place. However, for a certain fruitbat, it would take a while to fly back. Jess, the bat, cursed inwardly for having flown out this far in the first place, but she had been craving to get an orange from the grove. Well, she knew she had to pay the price by being late to get back home, but it was worth trying out that sweet yet rare fruit for her. She at least had put one orange about the size of her body in her feet claws, but she wondered if she'd be able to carry it the whole way.
Another problem, although, were her wings. Jess had been using them the whole night it seemed. With a groan, she glanced down into the trees below. Maybe stopping a moment wouldn't be too bad. She carefully flew down in ther
Confessing your love
He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind of all distractions like splinter had taught him too. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to relax. But nothing helped. Sighing Leo opened his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he ran his hand over his face. it wasn’t often he got scared, really scared. yet today, when they had faced shredder for the first time…..that had scared him. He’d panicked, lost his focus and……his heart clenched as he remembered the look of terror on his secret mate’s face as the large marquee letter had fallen down on top of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the panic and dread that had gripped his mind and body making his scream and claw at the large metal letter trying to pull it off Mikey. He’d felt relief flood his body when Mikey had emerged from under the letter, his body covered in dust and dirt but seeming to be ok.
Sighing again Leo did his best to calm his thundering heart. Mikey was ok, yes
Helsa - Distractions
It was nighttime in the kingdom of Arendelle, and Snow Queen Elsa was once again up late. Her sister, Anna, was away with Kristoff on an ice harvesting trip. The young queen often envied her sister's freedom, but her rising workload kept her focused on the task at hand. After signing her fifth treaty, the queen's blue-eyed gaze wandered off again. Her eyes darted for the door as the nob began to turn. Her heart raced at the thought of who it was. Sure enough, it was Hans, prince of the Southern Isles. He had been visiting on a diplomatic mission.
He smirked while leaning into the room."A little late for work, isn't it?"
Elsa huffed while shaking her head. "It's not that late."
"It's one.", chuckled Hans. "Don't you ever take a break?"
The icy blonde pointed at herself and stared him down. "Queen. Remember?"
She returned to her paperwork as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Right riiiiight.", he joked. The prince sat on the couch adjacent from her desk and tugged at his glove
Brawnafied World Volume 1 - Preview!Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One - PREVIEW
(This is a preview of my upcoming story, Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One. As implied by the title, there will be more tales within the full story.
This story will be available to those who support me on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto on September 30th! If you want to receive a full copy of the story, make sure you're pledged before then!)
[Some backstory for this preview – Immediately following the Infomercial, the government issued a widespread confiscation on all Brawnafiers, essentially declaring martial law in the process. All Brawnafiers appeared to have been taken off of the market. After a few months of the product disappearing, the Power Company, under heavy scrutiny of the government began creating a series of NuBrawnafiers, which had severely limited capabilities in comparison to the original model.
Penny, a scrawny, weak teenage gir
Vengeance: Chapter 1"Don't need a damn babysitter," Desmond muttered under his breath, wearing the distracted scowl of a person still steamed from an argument. Having already stumbled more than once in his agitated haste along the dark passageway, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. It was such a hassle--having to walk everywhere. God, he missed flying.
But the loss of flight was nothing compared to what his community had lost as a whole.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about it--about any of it. His eyes snapped open promptly when he stumbled again.
His lantern was fashioned from a "small" bullet-shaped lightbulb--about as long as his arm and few times as wide. A bare copper wire nearly as thick as one of his fingers wrapped around the metal end and looped up to serve as a handle. He came to a stop when he found the loose spot in floor molding that led into the motel room he was looking for.
Desmond didn't venture out right away. He leaned close to the loose
WORDS from theives
Silently they moved through the sewer running through tunnel after tunnel until they found the one Donnie was looking for.
“Is this it?”
Donnie nodded and looked up the ladder that was built into the wall leading up to the surface.
“Yeah……This is it.”
Starting to climb up the ladder Donnie paused as they reached the top and his hands pressed against the cold material of the manhole cover. Taking a deep breath Donnie pushed, grunting and heaving with the effort to lift the 45 pound manhole cover. Shoving the cover to the side Donnie clambered out of the tunnel and stepped aside for Raph to follow, watching as his brother swung himself up and out of the tunnel.
Looking around they found themselves standing in an alley way. On either side of them crumbling buildings and rusted fire escapes met their vision. Further down the alley they could hear the sounds of the city, cars honking, people talking, going about their own lives, blissfully unaware of the
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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