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Transformer Oc listOnes I use most often/Minicons:
Autobot Energon Seekers:
Her unnamed twin brother
Fortus (in Calayna's story)
Fortus's Unnamed mother
Nearo (in Fortus and Calayna's story)
Saber (Aqua's sparkmate, and Fable's father)
Jade (Fable's twin sister)
Fireflex (Tur'Q (said like 'Turk') and Fireflex are in my Energon seekers story)
Shiela (Meticul's deceased mate)
SkyChaser (Sheila and Meticul's child, gender unknown. died when it was born)
Julliee (I'm keeping this one a secret, since she doesn't have an official story yet. she's just an idea for the future)
'Teacher' (My minicon's upgrader)
Tazerwing's Unnamed childhood friend
Old ones I no longer use, or never finished:
TreadLynx (just came up with a faint concept and personality)
Back Alley Bar-fightBack behind a Cybertronian bar, in a dark alley-way, a giant yellow mech was fist-fighting with three other mechs. Each about half his size.
He had come back to Cybertron a couple of days ago, and wandered around mostly. Tonight he decided to do something a little different. Finding a bar that looked relatively interesting, he started drinking, and trying to pick a fight.
That was why he was fighting now. It had taken quite a bit of insulting to provoke these three, but he had finally managed it.
Combiner never physically started a fight, he only did it verbally. Unless those he cared about were hurt, then death to that bot.
Before now, he'd been on Earth. Honestly, he preferred Earth to his actual home. He liked the quiet, peaceful, woods and timbers.
He'd told his older sister, Tria, where he was going before he left. She'd been relatively curious about what he was gonna do, but he hadn't told her. All he'd said w
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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