DecepticonFlamewar

Note: This piece contains spoilers for the Delta Episode of Pokemon: Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire. It also contains spoilers for the main plot of Omega Ruby, and an OC trainer inspired by the author's choices in her copy of the game. Deal with it or get out. Convection seared her, eyes burning, and she screamed as the heat engulfed her. The molten mess gave way to faint rocky brown walls and a blur of orange moving toward her scale model of Castelia. The burning pain remained a moment as reality set in. “Emyr! It's ok! No one's here, unless you heard the doorbell!” It turned its head to look at Carly, torso still leaned forward,

This piece contains spoilers for all aspects of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, including Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Please do not read it if you don't want to be spoiled. The sea of people seemed to part for him, though no one really saw his face. He was used to that, somewhat. Somehow, despite all the fame and fortune, all the press, he still blended into a crowd. It helped that no one here actually knew him, and likewise, he knew none of them. He thought, once or twice, that he saw someone younger with Peggy's eyes in the sea of solemn black, but they passed over him without recognition. He stepped up to the casket. It sat there closed, which

 Like many revelations about his marriage, it was quiet on the outside. In this case, Charlie stared into the fridge, looking at the damage Kade's dopplegangers had done to the groceries. It wasn't catastrophic; Charlie was frugal and kept a decent backup fund. Still, it brought to mind old hurts and worries, old concerns. He could almost hear her behind him, grousing about how expensive it was to feed three teenagers and two adults... He closed the fridge and made for the door. It didn't do to think about such things. It didn't do to dwell on the past. Lately, lately he'd almost gotten away from wondering what she might say, what she might

 The smells were so familiar, though he couldn't place them. They weren't distraction, exactly, but maybe they could have been sooner or later. They fed one of those bubbling brooks under the surface he noticed in the quiet as he waited for his mission. Something about the air, the wafting scents of refuse and cement dust, made some hidden, unnecessary part of him itch with anticipation. Fortunately he had a mission to distract him, to keep the building moments of confusion away. He could hardly be bothered to wonder why an abandoned warehouse would reach at the drowned things when chaos unfolded below him. It felt strange and surreal to wa

Thunder rumbled overhead, shaking everything, and he wished for just a second he knew the cause. He never thought he’d think it, of course, but if that storm brewing overheard were Thor, then at least he’d have time. Time to explain. Time to make his case. The God of Thunder was a hothead, but he was surprisingly reasonable when nothing made sense. Loki had banked on that, and while it hadn’t worked out for him, it might have if he’d meant well. And Clint meant well. So he sat, feet up in front of him, bow and arrows lying across the table, waiting. He could have listened for a clue. It was a waste of effort, though; h

Sometimes he wondered if there were truth to the myths. He lay on the couch, pondering the fruit in his hand as he ignored the flickering screen. Ostensibly, it played for him, another way to assimilate into this world of mayflies. In truth, his lady was happy to watch without him, and he was content so long as she sat near. He felt her bare legs shift beneath his head, and the tug at his roots pulled his thoughts back to his worries. He stared at the yellow thing in his hands. “We’re not watching Snow White. You’re awfully interested in that apple.” His eyes tried to flick up to her, but he dared not pull his cheek aw

Note: This piece contains spoilers for the Delta Episode of Pokemon: Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire. It also contains spoilers for the main plot of Omega Ruby, and an OC trainer inspired by the author's choices in her copy of the game. Deal with it or get out. Convection seared her, eyes burning, and she screamed as the heat engulfed her. The molten mess gave way to faint rocky brown walls and a blur of orange moving toward her scale model of Castelia. The burning pain remained a moment as reality set in. “Emyr! It's ok! No one's here, unless you heard the doorbell!” It turned its head to look at Carly, torso still leaned forward,

This piece contains spoilers for all aspects of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, including Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Please do not read it if you don't want to be spoiled. The sea of people seemed to part for him, though no one really saw his face. He was used to that, somewhat. Somehow, despite all the fame and fortune, all the press, he still blended into a crowd. It helped that no one here actually knew him, and likewise, he knew none of them. He thought, once or twice, that he saw someone younger with Peggy's eyes in the sea of solemn black, but they passed over him without recognition. He stepped up to the casket. It sat there closed, which

 Like many revelations about his marriage, it was quiet on the outside. In this case, Charlie stared into the fridge, looking at the damage Kade's dopplegangers had done to the groceries. It wasn't catastrophic; Charlie was frugal and kept a decent backup fund. Still, it brought to mind old hurts and worries, old concerns. He could almost hear her behind him, grousing about how expensive it was to feed three teenagers and two adults... He closed the fridge and made for the door. It didn't do to think about such things. It didn't do to dwell on the past. Lately, lately he'd almost gotten away from wondering what she might say, what she might

 The smells were so familiar, though he couldn't place them. They weren't distraction, exactly, but maybe they could have been sooner or later. They fed one of those bubbling brooks under the surface he noticed in the quiet as he waited for his mission. Something about the air, the wafting scents of refuse and cement dust, made some hidden, unnecessary part of him itch with anticipation. Fortunately he had a mission to distract him, to keep the building moments of confusion away. He could hardly be bothered to wonder why an abandoned warehouse would reach at the drowned things when chaos unfolded below him. It felt strange and surreal to wa

Thunder rumbled overhead, shaking everything, and he wished for just a second he knew the cause. He never thought he’d think it, of course, but if that storm brewing overheard were Thor, then at least he’d have time. Time to explain. Time to make his case. The God of Thunder was a hothead, but he was surprisingly reasonable when nothing made sense. Loki had banked on that, and while it hadn’t worked out for him, it might have if he’d meant well. And Clint meant well. So he sat, feet up in front of him, bow and arrows lying across the table, waiting. He could have listened for a clue. It was a waste of effort, though; h

So practice makes you perfect, so they said, And teachers told me poems have to rhyme. I learned that marriage lasts until you’re dead, And don’t dance ‘til you’re married; you’ll have time. They taught me to respect those who were strong; They taught me to look out for those in need. They said that we should follow where they lead, And since they were my country, I agreed. They also taught me dames were less than men, And how the way you’re born makes who you are. They said that taking orders made a star, And every time, I prove them wrong again. I value what I learned, don’t get me wrong

Sometimes he wondered if there were truth to the myths. He lay on the couch, pondering the fruit in his hand as he ignored the flickering screen. Ostensibly, it played for him, another way to assimilate into this world of mayflies. In truth, his lady was happy to watch without him, and he was content so long as she sat near. He felt her bare legs shift beneath his head, and the tug at his roots pulled his thoughts back to his worries. He stared at the yellow thing in his hands. “We’re not watching Snow White. You’re awfully interested in that apple.” His eyes tried to flick up to her, but he dared not pull his cheek aw

The words burned his mind before he even spoke them: “And tell me, Heimdall, what of my son?” Son. Singular. “He is well, my lord.” The sentry sipped his mead, gold eyes staring across the cozy room. They kept it dark in the tavern, unlike the golden accents and bright lights that most saw of Asgard. The kingly things they left in the open. “Jane Foster has been called away to her work. In her absence, Thor has gone on an adventure with the one known as Stark and his Avengers.” Somewhere underneath all the glamour, he frowned, nose wrinkling up. Even the least hateful of them was still too much. “An

He wondered if anyone would ever find him. The pain was terrifying and miserable, but to say that it was unbearable was hyperbolic at best. After all, he bore it. That wasn’t to say he had been entirely successful: he had faded in and out of consciousness many a time in the first few weeks. Even now, sleep occasionally dampened the pain. Sadly, for the most part, he had no escape: his plans for an eternally beautiful world had given way to eternal misery. He wondered if anyone ever thought of him; surely the constantly shifting debris that had rained down on him in those last moments would draw the attention of those few who still live

Talk Like a Pirate A Transformers Flash Fic Prompt: Pirate Characters: Heatwave, Blades, Boulder Universe: Rescue Bots Word Count: 499    “Arr, you scurvy dogs!”    Heatwave groaned and contemplated on whether to walk back out of the bunker or push forward. Unfortunately, he wasn’t really allowed a choice because his copter companion spotted him. Leaving behind an amused Boulder, Blades sauntered over to him, lifting a hand to right the ridiculous pirate’s hat that Cody must have given him while Heatwave was out. The copter’s partner certainly wouldn’t have bought the ridiculous feathered cap.    

 Bun Fun A Transformers Flash Fic Prompt: Double Meaning(s) Characters: Bumblebee, Jazz Universe: G1 Word Count: 221            “Hey Jazz! Have you heard the good news?”            The saboteur leaned back in his chair. He took a moment to admire how Bumblebee’s usual jovial smile turned into a frown from this angle. “Naw. What’s up?”            “Sparkplug said Carly had a bun in the oven. That’s why she and Spike couldn’t come to the base today.”            “A bun?” Jazz flipped around and leaned his arms against the back of the chair. “I been noticing Carl

Twenty Credits A Transformers Flash Fic Prompt: Practice Characters: Sunstreaker Universe: G1 Word Count: 100 Sunstreaker scowled at the mech in front of him and tried not to take the close scrutiny of his finest work to spark. “What’s it worth?” “This? About twenty cred.” The mech took a step back when he finally noticed Sunstreaker’s scowl. “Look, that’s just how the market works! Anything without a famous name attached to it will go nowhere.” The mech paused. “Keep practicing, and maybe a wealthy mech will be interested someday. 'Til then, I'll give you twenty.” Sunstrea

Unspoken Code Transformers Flash Fic Prompt: Spring Characters: Steeljaw, Blaster, Rewind, Eject, Ramhorn Universe: G1 Word Count: 463 :bulletyellow::bulletyellow::bulletyellow:    A field of multicolored flora swayed in the light breeze that washed over the glistening lake they surrounded. Their alluring scents permeated the immediate area around them, and their dazzling colors attracted a range of pollinators to spread their pollen. As the breeze stilled, a little patch of golden chrysanthemums continued to gently quake, nearly invisible puffs of dust shaking from the blooming buds. Bees angrily buzzed away as they were disturbed fro