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ultharkitty and naboru_narluin
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how
non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever,
and I'll post a snippet!
Transformers:
In Silence
Captive 2
The Things that Never Happen
Plotbunny Orphans
Comment Fics
Amnesia
Hun-Grr Blot scene
BreakdownxInfernoII
SlingshotxFireflight
In the Cold
Revitalized
Runway
Skyfire-Aerials
Protect and Serve 3
Mirrorverse folder:
1- Rescue
Interlude: Swindle
2 - Homecoming
Interlude: Onslaught
3 - Awakening
Interlude: Vortex
4 - Meeting
5 - Fracture
Skyfire Prologue
Other fanfic:
Drop Commando-Firefly notes
Drop-Commando How We Lost the Team
Saiyuki snippets
Chapter one - you keep what you kill
Original Fic:
Evisceration
Nano - There's 32 files in this folder, I refuse to list them all out. Pick a number?
Aaand the rest of my WIPs are all in notebooks.
ultharkitty and naboru_narluinPost the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how
non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever,
and I'll post a snippet!
Transformers:
In Silence
Captive 2
The Things that Never Happen
Plotbunny Orphans
Comment Fics
Amnesia
Hun-Grr Blot scene
BreakdownxInfernoII
SlingshotxFireflight
In the Cold
Revitalized
Runway
Skyfire-Aerials
Protect and Serve 3
Mirrorverse folder:
1- Rescue
Interlude: Swindle
2 - Homecoming
Interlude: Onslaught
3 - Awakening
Interlude: Vortex
4 - Meeting
5 - Fracture
Skyfire Prologue
Other fanfic:
Drop Commando-Firefly notes
Drop-Commando How We Lost the Team
Saiyuki snippets
Chapter one - you keep what you kill
Original Fic:
Evisceration
Nano - There's 32 files in this folder, I refuse to list them all out. Pick a number?
Aaand the rest of my WIPs are all in notebooks.
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Because the title is damned awesome. :D
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Springer’s hands clenched. Frag, he wanted to plant a fist in Prowl’s smug face. That, or-
“You’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you-”
Springer crossed the distance between them in two quick strides, shoving Prowl back, his heavier weight pinning Prowl against the wall. His lips pressed against Prowl’s, hands running p to the door-wings. Prowl’s engine snarled and he grabbed Springer by the collar and shoved back. They separated, Prowl’s grip painfully tight, glaring at each other.
“You stubborn, self-righteous, sanctimonious fragger.” Fury roughened Springer's voice to a low growl.
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You know, this is great! :D After IDW, I really, really wanted to see smut (or at least fanfic) with these two. *lol* *squee*
(Sorry, I don't have another Prowl icon... ._.)
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*lol* I've always thought that's the same :p *hrhr*
(I ship Prowl with Sunstreaker. *points at icon* So... Yay hate!sex. :p)
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In the cold
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A planet, the mission. Arguing with Starscream. Flying over vast blue seas. The storm. Wind tearing at his wings... he had gotten separated from Starscream, and decided to land rather than waste the fuel it would have taken to fight the storm.
But the storm had caught him as he descended, throwing him into the sheer side of a massive glacier. He hadn't seen it coming in the ice-storm that had blinded his sensors..
The impact damaged his stabilizers and stunned him, sending him crashing hundreds of feet to the ice-crust below.
Realization was dawning slowly. He must have blacked out when he hit the water, and now he was buried in the ice.
Don't panic... don't panic... oh, Primus!
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I'm going to take a massivley wild guess that this is about my favourite Autobot shuttle. This is really cool (no pun intended), and the snippet works so well as a ficlet by itself. If you do get the inspiration to finish it, I'll be really interested in reading that :)
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It was only when the normal stink compounded itself with rotted vegetation and months-old energon that they complained. But any mention of the washracks would send Blot into a vicious dark mood where talking to him was unadvised for anyone who wanted to live to complain about the smell.
Sinnertwin untangled himself from where he’d been recharging, curled up to Hun-Grr and both snouts buried under his commander’s bulk. Hun-Grr wondered if it helped any.
Probably not much, judging by the pathetic look Sinnertwin shot him as he slunk out of their quarters to take his misery out on something small and most likely innocent. Hun-Grr sighed and immediately regretted it as the action cycled more air past his olfactory sensors. Blech.
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This was getting ridiculous. They were fragging Terrorcons, not a bunch of strutless cassettes that need their hands held. And frag it, he was hungry and the longer Blot took, the longer it’d be until he could get his fragging breakfast.
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“Ain't got anything like this back home,” Inferno continued, voice light. “All the trees turnin' colors, like the whole planet's changin' its colors all at once.”
“Dead End hates it,” Breakdown mumbled. “Says the leaves stick to everything and ruin his finish.”
Inferno chuckled. “Yeah, Red says somethin' like that, too. But I ain't too fussed about my paint, so it never bothered me none.”
“Drag Strip doesn't like it either,” Breakdown added, seeming emboldened. “Says it infers with his traction.” He flinched as soon as the words were out of his mouth, hunching on his tires, clearly expecting Inferno to laugh at the misused word.
“Yeah, I could see where that might be a problem for you speedy types,” Inferno said easily.
Breakdown's engine made an embarrassed little cough.
“I was wondering...” Breakdown started, shifting on his tires nervously.
Inferno waited patiently.
“...What's it like, being an Autobot?”
It was Inferno's turn to start in surprise. “Uh... good, I guess.”
Breakdown's fender tilted up slightly, expectant.
Inferno floundered, trying to find the right words. What was Breakdown even asking? And how could he explain it to someone with no frame of reference besides the likes of Motormaster and Megatron? “I mean, we all pretty much get along well. Not much fightin', y'know? An' Optimus ain't like Megatron or that Motormaster feller; he's fair, good to all of us.”
Breakdown was quiet. “Oh,” was all he said.
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also *agrees about hate!sex* ^^
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For a moment, Starscream seemed almost... happy.
It didn't last long. The Autobots were already on edge, irritated by Sarscream's refusal to pitch in. Starscream, being Starscream, refused to explain. Joining the Autobot team meant giving up his quest. He couldn't afford any distractions.
And then the accusations started. It wasn't the dislike the Autobots were showing him that pushed Starscream back to the Decepticons; it was the realization that he actually cared what they thought, and the fear that he was, as Thrust put it, going soft.
Megatron was a fantastic warrior, for all his insanity, and Starscream knew he would have to be at the top of his game to have even a chance against him. The slightest hesitation, the smallest mistake, and Megatron would kill him. Starscream would have to be better than he' ever been before. And he couldn't do that staying with the Autobots. To defeat Megatron, he had to leave. This time, we didn't try to stop him.
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And can I choose two? Because Evisceration is an intriguing file name.
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The mirrorverse Vortex interlude:
I also wonder sometimes if this wouldn't be easier if I didn't know what was going to happen next. If I didn't know that this is merely the up side of the cycle, and that it's just an episode of almost clarity, and it's going to end. If I didn't know that without treatment, which I'm certainly not getting, dreams of psych wards aside, that these periods of psuedo-lucidity are going to get shorter and shorter.
And knowing that, I can't help but worry about my gestalt mates. I can see the side effects my... problem... is causing with me, but how is it affecting them? I can feel them, sometimes, in the blackness between dreams. But it's not enough to tell me how they're holding out, or if they're really there at all.
The problem with knowing you're hallucinating is that you can't trust anything. Not even yourself.
Especially not yourself.
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Evisceration - warnings for gore. Obviously. :P This is the oldest file in here, wrote back in 2004. Yes, I was just as creepy back then.
The air was hot and wet; every breath brought with it a fetid weight that pulled at the lungs, the scent of rancid blood choked the throat as effectively as a gag. Walking forward took far more effort then it should, the curtain of befouled air closing around, as tangible as the taste of it in the mouth.
The entire room was covered in red in the harsh light coming from behind, in the hallway, shining almost reluctantly on the heaped refuse within. The walls were painted in splashing arcs, smeared, with the dark red-brown of blood long dried. Along the walls and heaped throughout the room were piles of things. Things that might have been part of a human, once. The lines of a mutilated arm and leg slid out of the mass, still holding to the brighter red of meat that has not yet dried, and coated with the darker of old blood. More blood and other fluids had ran across the floor and soaked into the floorboards, staining the wood.
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>.> I'm trying this "write the whole thing, then go through edit drafts" thing, instead of editing and posting as I write.
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...And sometimes it's enough to convince me I am.
At least the yellin' has stopped for the most part. At first it was all I could 'hear,' Brawl and Onslaught raging against.... whoever. Whatever. Ons got quiet pretty fast, and Brawl wore himself out eventually. Don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Because that's when the screaming started.
Vortex.
It's not really screaming, I guess. It's more... feelings. Crazy, insane 'make you wanna claw your own optics out 'cept you don't have any' sort of feelings.
I'm sure I'm only getting' the muted version, but sometimes it gets bad enough that all I want is for him to shut up. Brawl gets the same way – the longer Vortex goes on, the angrier Brawl gets until you can feel it comin' off Ons, too. Think Ons is more angry at whoever put us here, but that don't make it any easier to handle.
Sometimes, I think I might be able to handle this if they'd all just shut up.
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I'm merely- I wish to say 'floating,' but that implies some sensation still and there is none. The only indicator of my existence is my own thoughts...
I can feel the others, sometimes, vague presences in my mind. Is this a side effect of the gestalt? Or something the Autobots did? I'm inclined to believe the former, if for no other reason than I doubt that the Autobots would be so kind as to provide us with companionship.
Or maybe their intentions were for us to all go mad together?
I have no idea how long we've been here... It seems like vorns, but more likely, far less. I have to believe that, and I have to believe that the others will come for us, as we came for so many of them.
I have to believe that.
I have to.
The alternative is madness.
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Sorry Ons, no one's coming. And for In Silence, have some Spinister:
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The mech stayed still, half crouched, half-kneeling in the rubble, weapon braced against a fallen girder. He’d been there since before the suns rose, and his easy, comfortable posture said he’d be quite content to stay there until they both set again.
A tiny current of air stirred alien dust around him, whispering over his plating. He felt it, acknowledged it, and put it out of his mind as unimportant. His optics scanned the area, noting every movement of the local flora in the breeze, cataloging and dismissing. There was no restlessness in the movement of his gaze, merely a patient watchfulness.
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Protect and Serve 3
Both sound rather interesting.
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“Alright,” he sighed. “Get comfortable, it's likely to be a long story.” He settled himself against a wall, the jets piling themselves around him. “What did you want to know?”
“How did you meet Starscream?” Fireflight asked, half-propped against Skyfire's leg.
Skyfire chuckled. “We met at the Science Academy. It was more than just a school,” he told them, smiling at their surprised expressions. “It was a place of learning. It was the central focus for the premier scientists across Cybertron. Chemistry, engineering, astrophysics, xenobiology... everything. My field was anthropology, but I dabbled in just about everything, from xenobiology to aerospace engineering.” He smiled. “Came in handy plenty of times; I was able to gather data on my jaunts out into unknown space for the other, planet-bound scientists.
“Starscream was different back then.” Skyfire shook his head. “And he was exactly the same. Passionate, arrogant, and always trying to show everyone else up. He took even the slightest criticism personally, and never let anything go. He was also a brilliant scientist, which was probably the only thing that kept him in the Academy.”
“Unpopular?” Air Raid interjected with a wry grin.
“Like you wouldn't believe. But then, I wasn't the Administration's favorite mech, either.” Skyfire grinned. “You may not have noticed, but I can be a tad stubborn at times.” The Aerialbots laughed at the understatement.
“I got away with it longer, because my alt mode and skill set meant I could spend extended periods out on my own, without needing the aid of any of the specialists. It was just easier for the Administration to let me wander off by myself then have to deal with me. I was perfectly happy with the arrangement, and it went on for a long time – until a particularly embarrassing episode involving one of the members of the Science Council. He didn't appreciate being proved wrong, and especially not in public. In a bout of spite, he got my assignment changed, and I found myself paired with the Academy's least popular scientist. We hated each other on sight...”
x-x-x
Starscream glowered up at his new 'partner.' “So. You're the high and mighty Skyfire,” he sneered. “Funny.”
Scowling back down at Starscream, Skyfire made a quiet rumble deep in his chest. “What exactly do you find funny about this?”
“I just expect the hero who took on the dreaded star pirates of the Blot Nebula to be...” Starscream looked Skyfire up and down critically. “Well, not a slag-hauler with delusions of grandeur.”
“Unfortunately, you are exactly what I was expected,” Skyfire retorted. “All mouth, no thrusters.”
“You're just like all the rest of them,” Starscream sneered. “Just try to keep up, alright?”
“Big words from someone who's going to be ferried for most of the trip.” He was beginning to understand why even the easy-going lab supervisor who'd handed him his new assignment had called Starscream 'difficult to work with.' For once, it appears that the rumors are true.
“I was referring to mentally.” Starscream snapped his fingers against Skyfire's armor. “Thanks for proving my point. Actually, I have an idea. How about you haul the cargo, and I'll do the thinking.” He smirked. “Best use of resources all around.”
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This would be so much easier if goddamn Walters didn't have such a damn addiction to secrecy, Carter thought, one hand going to the tiny camera tucked away in his pocket.
Walters had been frustratingly vague, but the detective had been insistent that this was something that would interest Carter. He'd handed the reporter a copy of a dashboard camera recording, and made an obnoxiously vague comment about a connection to the disaster in Mission City – a connection that Carter just wasn't seeing.
Rumors had been flying since the incident in Mission City first hit the news, of government cover-ups and alien conspiracies, but what an edited police tape in Los Angeles could possibly have to do with it, Carter couldn't even begin to guess.
Or why Walters insisted he inspect the patrol car in person.
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