"Are you okay?" "gjkfajh;kla NO!" "Oh, good."
Post a line or two from your current works-in-progress so that you might magically be inspired to finish them.
Still working on meme responses, I promise. I just got caught up in school and other things and have to work my way back around to it.
Original
"Make him scream," he whispered finally, cold and soft and full of hatred. "Then make him forget how."
"Except for 'Strike," Step said thoughtfully, resting his chin in his hands. "I don't think I've ever heard Quickstrike sing. Obviously, this is a problem."
Transformers
It seemed like Lightspeed had wanted to fly since day one, but he hadn't. It was more of a gradual thing.
Afterburner snagged Strafe around the middle and shoved him into Nosecone's arms, then he grabbed Lightspeed and pulled him back hard enough to leave dents. "That isn't our brother," he said, vocalizer fritzing and optics on anything but the still form on the berth, and though everyone else might have expected him to yell, his voice was deadly quiet.
Scattershot wasn't the sort to jump in the middle and save his brothers from every little thing out to get them, and sometimes not even the big things. It wasn't that he didn't care about them, it was just that he thought the best way to save them was to make sure they could save themselves.
"They're too much the same," Lightspeed sighed to Nosecone once as they retreated to the rec room to wait out another of Scattershot and Afterburner's arguments.
It would be a lie to say that Strafe was the only Technobot who sought the company of his teammates during the recharge cycle, but he was the only one who would never be turned away.
Skydive's optics were moon-pale against the black of the sky, and Silverbolt looked up at him and sighed and reached out a hand to lead him back inside.
"Can't you hear them?" Fireflight murmured against his shoulder, and Slingshot shuddered once and nodded, and wished with everything in his power that he couldn't.
Air Raid was crazy, and Skydive hated him for that sometimes.
Betrayal wasn't something that ran deep in Skydive; not because he didn't care, but because he cared about different things. Emotion, after all, had never been the driving force behind anything he did.
Silverbolt hated Motormaster, and he hated the Stunticons, but there was no doubt that he knew them nearly as deeply as he knew his own team. Down to self and the beat of their steps and the sound of their systems running in the dark; as familiar as his own fuel-beat. Silverbolt knew them, had been created to kill them, and that was the only reason he didn't immediately turn Optimus down when the idea was first proposed.
No gestalt rivalry could match that of Superion and Menasor, and that was why Defensor didn't bother to interfere, and why Bruticus backed up a step or two when the Aerialbots and the Stunticons took the field.
"Do you need help?" Hot Spot asked, almost anxiously, and Silverbolt finally paused to look at him.
"You're new," Silverbolt said after a moment of hesitation, awkward and wavering like he didn't know how exactly he was supposed to go about this...whatever this was. "You'll get used to it."
"What do you think?" Streetwise asked, holding up the tiny, human-sized file and waving it gently in Groove's general direction.
"Yeah, well, we can't hate them all the time," Blades said, ankle-deep in rotting swamp-mud with Scattershot beside him, and the Technobot grunted an affirmative; neither of them looking up from their work.
TMNT
They play dangerous games with knives that flash in the dark.
Still working on meme responses, I promise. I just got caught up in school and other things and have to work my way back around to it.
Original
"Make him scream," he whispered finally, cold and soft and full of hatred. "Then make him forget how."
"Except for 'Strike," Step said thoughtfully, resting his chin in his hands. "I don't think I've ever heard Quickstrike sing. Obviously, this is a problem."
Transformers
It seemed like Lightspeed had wanted to fly since day one, but he hadn't. It was more of a gradual thing.
Afterburner snagged Strafe around the middle and shoved him into Nosecone's arms, then he grabbed Lightspeed and pulled him back hard enough to leave dents. "That isn't our brother," he said, vocalizer fritzing and optics on anything but the still form on the berth, and though everyone else might have expected him to yell, his voice was deadly quiet.
Scattershot wasn't the sort to jump in the middle and save his brothers from every little thing out to get them, and sometimes not even the big things. It wasn't that he didn't care about them, it was just that he thought the best way to save them was to make sure they could save themselves.
"They're too much the same," Lightspeed sighed to Nosecone once as they retreated to the rec room to wait out another of Scattershot and Afterburner's arguments.
It would be a lie to say that Strafe was the only Technobot who sought the company of his teammates during the recharge cycle, but he was the only one who would never be turned away.
Skydive's optics were moon-pale against the black of the sky, and Silverbolt looked up at him and sighed and reached out a hand to lead him back inside.
"Can't you hear them?" Fireflight murmured against his shoulder, and Slingshot shuddered once and nodded, and wished with everything in his power that he couldn't.
Air Raid was crazy, and Skydive hated him for that sometimes.
Betrayal wasn't something that ran deep in Skydive; not because he didn't care, but because he cared about different things. Emotion, after all, had never been the driving force behind anything he did.
Silverbolt hated Motormaster, and he hated the Stunticons, but there was no doubt that he knew them nearly as deeply as he knew his own team. Down to self and the beat of their steps and the sound of their systems running in the dark; as familiar as his own fuel-beat. Silverbolt knew them, had been created to kill them, and that was the only reason he didn't immediately turn Optimus down when the idea was first proposed.
No gestalt rivalry could match that of Superion and Menasor, and that was why Defensor didn't bother to interfere, and why Bruticus backed up a step or two when the Aerialbots and the Stunticons took the field.
"Do you need help?" Hot Spot asked, almost anxiously, and Silverbolt finally paused to look at him.
"You're new," Silverbolt said after a moment of hesitation, awkward and wavering like he didn't know how exactly he was supposed to go about this...whatever this was. "You'll get used to it."
"What do you think?" Streetwise asked, holding up the tiny, human-sized file and waving it gently in Groove's general direction.
"Yeah, well, we can't hate them all the time," Blades said, ankle-deep in rotting swamp-mud with Scattershot beside him, and the Technobot grunted an affirmative; neither of them looking up from their work.
TMNT
They play dangerous games with knives that flash in the dark.