I have THREE THINGS for you people. Some of it may amuse you ( Read more... )

Because I'm still writing this, even if it's terrible. XD

( WHEEE )

Doing some cathartic writing. Just for fun. Hunger Games spinoff that wouldn't leave my head so, I figured, why the heck not.

Read if you want to. I'm just writing for funs. It's probably as terrible as it sounds.

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( SHENANIGANS. )

Hi! I’m still alive! Shock and awe, right? Also, I am terrible with time. And knowing how much of it has passed. Not to worry, just been very busy, but a good busy. Some of you know why. Some of you don’t. I swear I’ll try to finish this thing.

Warnings for a potentially squeamish scene involving teeth and a sensitive area of anatomy.

I NOW KNOW OF ( Read more... )

"We knew this was gonna happen..

"Maybe it's not a bad thing!"

"The bots were looking for him for a while!"

"Yeah, they were looking!"

"It might not be a bad thing!"

"Maybe it's for the best, boss..!"

They had all heard the alarms. Once the klaxons had blared, they had known what it had meant; they had known what the Autobots were after. They had ( Read more... )

      “Bumblebee is a terrible liar.”

The voice came so quietly that, had there been any noise at all, it might have been missed. Had the room not been so terribly quiet for as long as it had, it might have gone completely unheard. Instead, every head in the room turned to the speaker with various degrees of shock and grief.

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            Cliffjumper had never considered himself a particularly social mech. If anything, he had always thought of himself as anti-social; every time Bumblebee had asked him to go on an outing with the humans or, back before they had crashed on this planet, to attend a party of some sort, he had always refused. It wasn’t his sort of thing, he ( Read more... )

The pain came with the shocking, sudden realization that it existed at all; one moment, there had been nothing but a calm emptiness that had been fully embraced. The next, there had been pain. No stages in between, no time to try and figure out what was going on; only the fact that he now hurt and nothing else.

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          Cliffjumper had become secluded.

It was painfully obvious within the first few days that he was keeping to himself for far more than was usual; except for the firing range and a post-surgery checkup in the medical bay, the red minibot had refused to leave his own quarters. He hadn’t even left to refuel; instead, Bumblebee had wound up ( Read more... )