Work-in-Progress meme-thing
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!Err. Limiting this to Transformers, I think, since I haven't so much as started a fic in another fandom in...a long, long time. o_Oa Anyway, I ( Read more... )
non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever,
and I'll post a snippet!Err. Limiting this to Transformers, I think, since I haven't so much as started a fic in another fandom in...a long, long time. o_Oa Anyway, I ( Read more... )
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ghostinthemachine.doc:
“Sentinel. Begin attempted override sequences. Authorization Primal.”
A beep, not of acknowledgement, but of success, and Optimus’ optics flickered in his surprise. “Authorization accepted. PRIMAL. Access granted to Dinobot: Stellar Cycle 1200:08:2304.”
Optimus lay his hands against the keypad, but hesitated. “What is this?” he muttered.
Sentinel replied readily enough. “File group is downloaded memory matrix of Maximal unit Dinobot, dated Stellar Cycle 1200:08:2304. Download, access or run?”
Dinobot. Dinobot’s memory and personality, downloaded onto Sentinel. When had he done such a thing, and more to the point, why? He supposed he had the first answer already, and he performed the calculations against his own data tracks. Before Dinobot had betrayed them to Megatron, then made yet another reversal of ideology. What had he hoped to accomplish? Why had he ( ... )
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twins.doc:
Optimus pressed him back against the wall, even as Megatron dragged him closer with claws biting into his shoulders. Their chests scraped together; Optimus felt the rapid thrum of his brother's spark as if it were his own. It was--and so few could understand how they belonged to each other, a single spark made fragile by division, steady and stronger when united.
"Only you, Optimus," Megatron said. A vow. "And only me." His voice ached to hear, and his armor had begun to separate, layers pulling away to either side.
"We're one in this," Optimus growled. They grappled for a moment; he caught Megatron's wrists and crushed his hands against the wall.
Megatron arched to him. "We are one in everything."
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VoicesCarry.odt:
“I plan no punishment. For either one of you.” Optimus Prime kept his voice low, measured, but firm enough that Cliffjumper thought he would bend and break under the horrible weight of that restrained disappointment. “But I cannot endure such suspicions. Not when our numbers are so few, and our situation so desperate. If nothing else... You must learn to give your fellow soldiers the benefit of the doubt.” Prime laced his fingers together and regarded Cliffjumper with a steady gaze of such solemnity that Cliffjumper felt a distant ache in his spark; he lowered his optics and stared determinedly at the surface of Prime's desk. “Cliffjumper.”
He couldn't bring himself to lift his head. The unfairness of the situation galled him, and he curled his hands into straining fists. As ever before, Mirage had disobeyed orders, gone off on his own, and done something arrogantly, rashly stupid. Last time, he had returned a hero, with the Nemesis grounded and Megatron's plans a failure, but ( ... )
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"This is tribute," Megatron growled. He pressed them chest against chest; he was so open that he ached in every straining component with anticipatory terror. "This is glorification. This is honor. Who else could worship you in the way you deserve?"
Optimus snarled in return, baring dental plates that Megatron only rarely glimpsed. They were fangs like his own, and Optimus had kept them carefully hidden from his Autobot idealists. Fuel pulsed through all the cabling that connected and restrained the Prime, and Megatron felt the vibration of that tremendous, turbulent power like rough music against the tips of his claws. Optimus's voice rippled through him on the same frequency. "Only you would think of honoring me like this."
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