In search of Transformers fanfic. HELP!!!! PLEASE!Never thought I'd be doing this... rather here than on fanfiction.net but I am searching for a fanfic. A Transformers slash fanfic to be precise. If anybody recognizes this fanfic I'd be much obliged if they could direct me to it.In search of Transformers fanfic. HELP!!!! PLEASE! by Jayfeathers-My-Fave
A couple months ago I was reading a fanfic (duh) it was a Transformers fanfic set in bayverse (I know, blegh, but this fanfic was legitimately good). From what I recall one of the main pairings for it was Jazz/Prowl, and Elita/Optimus.
'PLOT POINTS' THAT I RECALL:
- All the 'transformers' the governments were making and killing with the allspark were actually sparklings
-Any sparkling that were kept alive were found and saved by the Autobots and nest
-One of those sparkling was actually taken in by a kindly ex agent from Texas who took over as his mother
-The mother has cancer which Ratchet manages to kill through their advanced technology allowing her to live longer than expected
-Jazz is revived with the matrix and has to go through physical therapy
Thoughts on Tauriel From 'The Hobbit':Before FilmThoughts on Tauriel From 'The Hobbit':Before Film by Jayfeathers-My-Fave
There are a lot of things I have heard about this character, and what I keep hearing is starting to get on my nerves.
"Oh, she's going to be so epic/cool/blahblahblah"
"Ugh... why did they do this, it was fine without her!"
Honestly and truly, I'm more on the she isn't necessary side.
I'm sorry guys, but she sounds like a mixture of Eowyn and Arwen to me. And I guess that's why so many people like her. But for me, I feel as if they are ripping off those characters. And a million people have already done that.
Honestly she sounds a bit like a Mary-sue. And that's horrible of me, I know but... I've been doing some research.
"As head of the Elven guard, she is proficient in a variety of weapons, but mainly wields a bow and two daggers, weapons that are also used by the chara
Scorpius's Decision 1Hermione cried less now. She also slept less. They hadn't had sex in weeks and she kept trying to force her husband to read childcare books, both magical and Muggle. And who in Godric's name wanted to spend their nights reading childcare books when there were other things to do? Like having bloody sex while the baby was still asleep!
Harry took in these rants with just enough attention to know when to nod or make an agreeing or disgusted noise. He was behind on his paperwork... again, but it wasn't his fault. It was all Draco Malfoy's fault, him and those advanced copies. They'd kept him awake and distracted for days now, particularly since he'd read both books twice over. He was on a third go-through now, this time really trying to actually do what Draco had asked him to do.
"Alright, Potter, you're getting your advanced copies. But only," he'd added quickly, "if you pay attention to the way they do their job. My previous source couldn't exactly answer all of my ques
Scorpius's Request 1When he left his office with a goodbye wave for Ron and a handful of Floo Powder, it was with the full intention of shucking off his robes and going to bed. It had been a grueling week and he was tired. Week, he thought to himself. Try month, Harry. A grueling, exhausting month and now he had two weeks all to himself.
When he felt something inside him shift, all thought of going home to his bed vanished and was Apparating to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Someone had set off the wards. They were silent trips, not designed to harm so much as to keep entrapped. Apparition became impossible, port keys would shut down, the floo literally folded in on itself, and the doors became blocked. They were the same wards he kept on his own home, when he'd realized that he could stay at Number Twelve. There were too many memories, too much weight. And none of it had ever or would ever feel like his.
He removed the wards at the front door with ease, stepped in. "Kreacher?" he questi
Bleached Blonde [and Ginger Bitch]Title: Bleached Blonde [and Ginger Bitch]
Summary: Draco does not like being called a "Bleached Blonde" especially not by that Ginger Bitch.
Warnings: Ginny bashing, boyxboy, established-relationship [Drarry]
Now enjoy, or whatever. ;D
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. Draco and Harry had decided to learn for the Potions test tomorrow. Well, Harry was doing the learning and Draco the tutoring.
"So after the Flobberworm Muscus I...like...mix in the Lavender sprigs and-"
"No, Harry. You mix the Lavender sprigs in after the Valerian sprigs and they came before the Flobberworm Muscus." Draco giggled.
The Raven blushed, "I knew that. But thanks for reminding me again."
Draco smiled and listened to his boyfriend explaining the Amortentia Potion, correcting him if needed. Everything was just fine until a certain red-haired girl entered the Gryffindor common room. Ginny was the only one who had n
Draco's Escort ServiceDracos Escort Service
Harry was livid.
No! Absolutely not! he yelled. There has to be someone else!
Hes the best, Lupin insisted. And he checks out.
Draco Malfoy checks out? Harry thundered. By whose standards? The bastard has done more to make my life a living hell than anyone other than Voldemort!
He was a child, Harry. He regrets his actions and has redeemed himself time and again. For Gods sake, Harry, he lost everything to Voldemort!
SO DID I! Harry bellowed. At least Malfoy got to grow up with parents! He had a fucking decent childhood!
Dont you think that would make his loss even harder to bear? Lupin yelled back.
I DONT CARE!
Lupin threw up his hands. Harry glared.
Ill go alone, Harry decided adamantly.
You cant. Lupins words were like a slap in the fa
Birthday Gift for XobitSniffing at the base of a tree, Optimus followed the scent of circuitpheasant. The stupid thing had a broken wing and it still managed to move silently through the underbrush. Shaking his head, he trotted forward, huffing softly as the scent grew stronger. He could hear it now, fluttering about weakly and giving its position away.
Crouching down, he flicked his tail back and forth as he prowled forward. One step two steps now!
Leaping forward, Optimus cleared the small bush and dropped onto the unsuspecting fowl. He felt the spine snap beneath his paws, followed by the startled squawk of a dying bird. Before he could even sink his dentas into the soft armor-flesh, his nose picked up the scent of spilt energon and he balked.
Whipping his head about, he scented the air in a panic. His mind produced an image of a thin, purple line leading him towards the source and he hurried to follow it. His fueltank was twisting about in fear as he charged through the underbrush; who was blee
MeOptimus backed away from the advancing Decepticon, who was smirking in a way that didn't promise the Autobot anything good. He was unfortunately separated from the rest of his team. He wasn't sure who was fighting who but knew that each member of his team was fighting at least one Decepticon.
And lucky him, he got to fight Megatron, the ultimate slag maker. Although funnily enough, the large grey Mech had been acting rather oddly lately. He kept giving Optimus strange looks that Optimus had no idea what to make of.
"Give it up Megatron, there's no way you can win," Optimus now cried out defiantly as Megatron advanced.
He saw Megatron smirk and knew he must be just a few moments away from some gloating speech about how pathetic Autobots and organics were. But Optimus was utterly shocked by what did come out of Megatron's mouth when he opened it.
"You've been dreaming, just one dream,"
"Nearly all your life,"
"Hoping, scheming, just one theme:"
"Will you be a wife?"
"What in Primu
Night by FirelightTransformers G1 with some IDW assistance: Slashiness. Mostly Red Alert/Inferno, mentions of others. Read at your own discretion.
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis you should be able to figure it out~
Night in Firelight
Red Alert cycled a breath and rubbed his tired optics. It was late. Very late. Many of the ARK's occupants had already called it a night. Even the ever vigilant Prowl had gone on to join his mate, Jazz, for a long night of recharge.
Red sighed. The Autobots had been on Earth for so long. The war with the Decepticons had been raging longer still. It was little wonder that many of the ARK's occupants had paired up or even bonded.
Prowl and Jazz were bonded, as previously stated.
Mirage was being courted by both Cliffjumper and Hound.
Skyfire and Perceptor were a steady couple, and talking about bonding.
Iron Hide had been bonded since before the war. It was a shame Chromia insisted on staying on Cybertron.
The same of cou
Reunited Part 1 (Red Alert x Inferno)You know, I wasn’t always like……..this. Paranoid all the time, unable to trust more than ten mechs at a time. Now, I am stuck on some filthy organic planet, and I have to rely on others, and have them rely on me. These, humans, trust me, but naturally I don’t. There is one, Simons that I have gotten along with, his paranoia almost on my level. I would really like to befriend these humans, but I cannot. Not without him at my side. It is torture, when your bond-mate is far, unable to reach, unable to know.
Slipping out of his quarters, Red Alert made his way to a hangar bay, where various other Autobots were converging, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. On a large screen, three escape pods broke thru the atmosphere, crashing deep into the earth minutes later.
‘Ratchet, Jazz, Hound, Red Alert, you will come with me.’ Optimus’s deep voice reverberated throu
DA:If Fenris Were In Origins 3
Title: If Fenris Were In Origins... (Party Banter 3)
Game: Dragon Age: Origins/Dragon Age 2
Characters: Fenris, Alistair, Zevran, Oghren
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: This is some party banter I believe would have occured if Fenris had been in Dragon Age: Origins. There are some minor spoilers for both games, since the dialogue is inspired by actual dialogue/events.
__Alistair and Fenris__
Alistair: So, I was thinking...
Fenris: That's a first.
Alistair: Once we slay the Archdemon, what will you do?
Fenris: Smile, perhaps.
Alistair: I mean in the long term. Surely, you must have plans.
Fenris: Do you?
Alistair: Well, my future isn't rea- Wait, don't try to deflect! I am asking you!
Fenris: I cannot linger long. Danarius would likely recapture me in one fell swoop.
Alistair: Swooping is bad...