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Writer's Block: Rare Condition
In no way at all--my mun's lucky number is 13!
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Meanwhile, let us see just what our future Decepti-vaders are doing:
[Across the universe *snerk* a Decepticon warship-cruiser slowly drifts through space, crewed mostly by automated systems/generic mooks. On the bridge, a tall femme in shades of frosted blues and glossy purples, a scoped triple-barreled blaster in one hand and a combination parasol/poison-dart-gun in the other, lounges in the captain's chair ( Read more... ) -
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Oh, Eddie...you poor darling. I just want to leap to your defense and give you a big protective hug. And possibly beat the ever-loving tar out of everything that has ever made her suffer. All cheesiness aside, I want to--and would--be there for her time and time again, as a close friend, a shoulder to cry on, a bodyguard...hopefully a lover, too?
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INTERMISSION, VERSION TWO! Damn interlopers; we're supposed to be doing something else right now...
((Intermission: AKA What the @#$%; why are we here again? As I've said before, don't bother commenting on this post unless you really want to, as I'm attempting to deal with the metaphorical pain of my own design. However, I would really love it if you took the time to read it-it's funny as hell.))
"No, really; why are we here, my dear?"
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INTERMISSION! Damn interlopers; we're not supposed to be here right now...
((Intermission: AKA Why the @#$% are we here right now? BTW, don't bother commenting on this post, I'm just trying to make my situation as entertaining as possible to deal with the metaphorical pain.))
"Fragging sonova glitching Pit-whore-spawned slagger--"
TRAUMAHAWK! That is unbelievably rude; you apologize right this instant!
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*mournfully* Oh, my poor darling Edwina Redding... *more normal + concerned* ...but what the Pit was that oddball medic telling Eddie right before she left?
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*looks to Primus ((I actually have no idea where this is, but I suspect that it's ground-wards, since Primus is supposed to be the planet Cybertron)) *
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Title: Chance
Rating: G, maybe PG-13 if you’re that hypersensitive, or too young to understand.
Characters/Pairings: OCs, RP chars
Genre: General
Disclaimer: Other than toys, my hopes and dreams, and my meager stake in fandom, I do not own anything of the Transformers, much less any of them.
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[Code Red is still chewing TraumaHawk out for unprofessional behavior--even moreso, once she heard about just how he got into the room--and Arson is...well, he's watching and while he is above laughing at this sort of misfortune and he's busy gazing fondly at his assertively aggressive vision of true beauty, that's not why he's still quiet.]
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Plz to be passing over + ignoring previous entry; for now, back to here
[Still in the brig; sniffling continues...even while asleep, which Arson is right now.]
Zzz....*soft whine-noise*...Zzz...
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[Suddenly wakes up...and notices that Code Red's fallen asleep in her station's chair.]
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[continues to stare...then slowly breaks out into a helpless grin--the first happy expression he's had in weeks--and leans in for ( Read more... )