Title: Possession (officially now and yes the Sarah McLachlan song)
Pairing: You learn more of Bee and Rose, but in this Ironhide/Bumblebee (not that way)
Summury:
Ok so here is the next chapter, I swear if you can get through all the heartbreak it will get better I promise! But I have to build characters right? And you want to know where everyone is right?
This is a good friendship moment between Bumblebee and Ironhide and helps build the relationship Rose and Bee used to have. Lets you know what she means to him. So bare with me on this one, they will get better I swear.
Oh! And feedback is more then welcome it gives me the drive to continue.~ Brit
thanks for reading!
( The night is my companion )

Title: Untitled for now
Rated: PG-13 for now, but R and so on later.
Genre: Romance/Adventure/Sci-Fi
Summery: 150 years after Samuel Witwichy’s death, the Autobots find themselves a valuable part of the U.S. Military, but as they start to question the war that seems to be more a world wide domination then a fight to keep peace they find themselves torn between two worlds. Can one woman rise to defend their honor, and keep her own feelings at bay?

This is a classic tale with a modern twist. There will be a pairing later on, just not sure how I’m going to work that out. How does one love a machine? Anyway. Enjoy!

Please be kind, I’m just a bit rusty yet full of imagination.
This has also been cross posted a few other places so sorry if you see it more then once.

( I have watched the world fall apart, and yet all I can think about your eyes )

I cherish him because love just can't describe it.

lj is so dumb, why didn't I ever see this before?

Oh and just a quick FYO on the exercises, we put names, setting, genre, and props in a hat and pull them then set the timer and come up with this crap. Wanna know how hard it is to write a Gagsta story? Oh and Justin had Tabloid, very cool, really go check them out on the community and feel free to join and post away!


FantasyFiction

if you guys have an hour or so this is what geeks do on a thursday night.

long and very bad spelling because we don't try to fix it because we don't give a shit.

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Exercise #4
Arc and Kitty Pryde
Setting: Amusment part full of ninjas
Genre: Gangsta
Prop: Trash can
20 minutes


The summer day quickly faded into a blistery night. The once glittering park had died to a black shadow cast world of filth. Paper and half eaten apples spilled out of the oversized trash cans littering the ground. With each brush of the Autumn wind they danced further away.



She had sworn the x-men she would not follow this theory of the park, that it was not a drug induced dream and full of Alcohol Rivers. Earlier in the week two men were ruthlessly gunned down by a gang quickly being known as the foot.


Though the walkways had been empty for hours she felt eyes being cast in her direction, and without warning the bells of carousel sang out piercing the silent night, and quickly she was enchanted by this childhood theme. Moving to the painted horses she stood just out range watching the shimmer lights open and brighten even the darkest shadows.


Bewitched by the spilling motions she did not notice the top hat figure so eater to pull his unsuspected guest into his “vision”. He stepped onto the platform his long black hair falling down his shoulders, and his sapphire eyes screamed with insanity. He was clad in black and fancied a black cape to drape over his slender shoulders. His leather gloved hands held tightly around the gold polls that hung the horses so delicately, and suddenly chills raced her spine.



She realized that as he moved he did not go round with the ride, but it was like time stood still and as he passed the glorious horses shot with streaks of color to catch up with the present time. With a single motion he was before her with a mysterious grin that moved her heart faster with each moment passing.



“My my what have we here?” His voice was clear and with a hint glee but also under toned with the trained voice of an actor preparing for his role in Macbeth.


“A little dove perched upon the tree of wonder.” He circled around her slowly moving his voice to a whisper.


“Wondering of the things it should not I bet, for the tree is a tall one, and I dare not imagine the fall.” Behind him the clan of ninjas slowly churned.

Exercise #3
Gambit and Phylocke
Genre: Sci-Fi
Object: cup
Setting: On a bridge with rapids underneath
20 minutes



The water rushed under their feet being forced between large boulders, and the white rapids churned as if they were being poured too quickly into a very small cup. The land on either side though alien seemed so familiar like the Rocky Mountains hugging the skyline of Earth. Yet as the eye would travel to the pair of moons it reminded the quick witted Cajun just how far he was from home.


The night was bitterly cold, and the bridge quickly froze with the red sheen of the strange water. A suit of steel bound their bodies and kept them from the ice, and for once Betsy left her body covered with much to imagine.


She knew her sly friend never minded being in the rear of their trek and she could only imagine what he was thinking. Yet as she turned her heard to glance at the Cajun thief she realized that for once his mind was on the mission and not her ass.



With his chestnut brown hair pulled back from his face and the suit bulking his body she thought for once he didn’t need shadows and smoke to intimidate his enemy. Remy looked the part of a killing machine and with dried purple blood splattered over his suit he fit the bill.


“Do you need a break Cajun?” She asked him her blue hues sweeping into his.



“You know Betsy wit’ a place like dis’ Cajun don’ seem de’ right word no?” His voice was raspy from the many years of cigarettes hanging from his lips. She laughed and shook her head.



“No matter how far from home we are with an accent like that they’ll know you not from around here.” She smirked reaching the end of the bridge. Suddenly a cry from the distance rang out like a wild animal, yet nothing like they had ever heard.


“Tink’ he know where I’m from?” He grinned letting the gun fall from his shoulder and into his hands.


“I don’t know, I’ve never been to New Orleans.” She copied his motion letting the mound of steel rest in ready.



“Don’ worry Cher, he sound like pussy compared to da’ dirty streets of dat’ place.” With that he let his helmet fall over his face and the sounds of computers booting prepared them for the battle ahead.

Exercise #2
Nightcrawler and Lark
Sahara Dessert waiting on Superman (lol)
15minutes


The hot sun boiled in the Sahara’s sky/ A cloudless day, the air was dry and their very skin felt as the ocean of sand around them. Shelter was scarce, but the wreckage of the blackbird was enough shade to proved them protection. Two dead their bodies buried far from the sight, Lark closed back up in the protective circle of her own arms. Hugging her knees she buried her face into the thick robes she called clothes.


He hadn’t been long but the bodies needed to be away when the buzzards started their cycle. The sun had practically melted the leather of his cut so he gladly stripped them from his body. Blue hued skin covered in his sins and the scars acted as a cruel reminder of his past. When he stepped back in from the outside, the smallest gasp was heard from the sheltered woman, and she only suck further into the corner.


Nightcralwers pointed ears fell with his disappointment in himself. He should have known better. She was much different, and probably never seen a freak like him. With that thought he turned his back and pulled the heavy suit back on.


“Don’ vorry. He’ll ve here soon.” His voice was quiet, and his features pulled into a frown. The word “Freak” echoed from his thoughts, and entered Lark’s mind. Her pale leaf green eyes softened and her heart broke. She did not think him a freak for his gentleness had proven her wrong.



She shook her head and wanted so bad for him to understand and as he turned to face her she noticed him give her a more..trained look: a more human look. He opened his mouth to speak, and the white fangs shimmered behind dark almost black lips. She quivered at the sight, but before she could face her fear a man with a body of a god stood outside the wreckage his blood red cape flapping in the wind.

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For all of you who do not know, Lark is Kristin's character from her fan fic, check it out.

Exercise #1
Logan and Psylocke (spelling?)
New Orleans in the middle of an anti-mutant ralley with no money or anything.
15minutes and counting.


New Orleans, the place covered in sin and scum crawled the streets like rats in the sewer. The moon half, and the clouds loaming thick in the dark sky- Logan felt it too perfect. Perfect for death, perfect for the situation stranded with no money, no communications and in the middle of the biggest anti-mutant rally in America he felt the joker at the poker table.


Though the tip was meant to be a short easy break, the pair found themselves in a tight bind. They tried to bled in but Betsy’s attire always brought a bit of attention. Dressed only in a black corset with leather straps that covered her meaty part of her leg she pleased the crowd. Easily brushing up on hungry men and robbing them blind before she caught a sweaty palm up her thigh.


She thought it was an easy out but not seen by her eyes, Logan swatted them like flies as they moved to follow her. Many fights only took him seconds as one solid punch to the jaw left them in starry dazes. However tonight he would leave the streets with a few bruises.


Stopping at a corner Besty only had to cant her head slightly over her shoulder to see the smoke rise from his cigar.


“Takes you long enough to keep up.” She spoke coldly jeering him on. Between her slender fingers she held up at least a hundred in cold cash.


“Told you this would be easy,” She smirked moving along.


“Yeah…easy.” He grumbled as the few cuts on his face healed.


“Now we have enough to get home.” She crossed the street to the rally’s base and stood where many sleazy men and woman rallied for the good of man kind.


“Though,” She smirked, “I wouldn’t mind breaking a few sculls first..that is..” She paused looking him square in the eyes and bending her hips lightly.


“If your feeling up to it.”


Logan only drew in a deep puff of his cigar and his lips curled into what he considered a smile.

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This one sucked, but it was the first they get better I swear.