Black Widows (Circuit Breaker One-Shot) by PhantomSunsSong, literature
Literature
Black Widows (Circuit Breaker One-Shot)
Airachnid knew that she was going to have to land and resupply her ship soon. Energon stores were getting low. Replenishing them, so that the ship could continue to function and she could continue to live, was her first priority. And she knew just where to stop.
Earth. For whatever reason, the flyspeck of a planet had several large deposits of energon. Some were quite deep in the planet's surfacenot that depth had ever been an issue for her. The best thing about the planet, though, was the native species. Humans, from what she understood, were weak but resourceful. They would be entertaining to hunt and add to her collection. Her thoug
The blood from the wound in the dead Dave's chest dripped off the edge of the metal ledge and into the lava twenty feet below, each new drop hissing and evaporating before it even had a chance to reach the molten rock. The body itself had been dropped haphazardly and allowed to fall like it was some sort of shitty attempt at playing QWOP, only the loser got stabbed in the chest instead of having his neck broken.
Dave nudged the nearest body part, a hand, with his foot. He always did that, just to be sure. Like every other time before, there was no response. The dude was dead as a doornail. The Universe was a thorough hitmanor maybe tha
It was Nepeta's intention to keep lunch short and sweet, but fate, it seemed, had slightly different plans for her. Just as she began digging into a plate of food, someone sat down beside her. She caught a glimpse of them in the corner of her eye, but before she could turn, they spoke.
"A little birdie told me that you were trying to become an animagus," a familiar voice whispered in her ear. Nepeta started with surprise before turning and giving the newcomer a quick hug. Terezi cackled in response.
"Terezi!" Nepeta exclaimed. "How did mew find out? Oh, wait, Dave?" Terezi's grin slowly widened, and she nodded once.
"He thought I might be
ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG]
EB: jade?
EB: oh thank god you're on.
GG: what is it john?
GG: i thought youd be asleep by now!
EB: haha, yeah, me too!
EB: but listen, i got taken hostage by these giant robots, and one of them said you shot him in the face!
GG: oh nooooooo
GG: john how did you get captured by decepticons???
EB: decepticons? whoa, they sound kind of cool.
GG: no theyre not cool! theyre mean and they are the ones that destroyed my house >:(
GG: especially the one i shot!
EB: hey, i'm not arguing! hostage, remember?
EB: i mean i sort of got away. half way away.
GG: how do you only get halfway
The steady drip of blood from the severed head under your arm strikes a staccato on the pavement as you float. Plip, plop, plip, plop, it's somehow precise, like a beat, and you feel like you could rap to it. More blood soaks into the Derse pajama things you're wearing, leaving behind a cloying stickiness on your side, but it's easier to ignore that. It's just a feeling you can push away, not an echoing tattoo that fills your ears.
The Dersites are silent. You know they're following you past the amethyst towers and through the violet streetsfuck, you can see them, hordes of them, not talking or laughing or even acting disgusted by the
Chapter Six: Never Drive At Night (Or You'll Get Captured By Decepticons)
Night had fallen on the desert landscape, and John Egbert was still at least an hour out of the Nevada city with the Holiday Inn where his dad had booked him a room. He probably shouldn't have tried to get in so much driving in one day, especially when he was known for driving carefully (not slowly!). He was dead tired, and the darkness sure as heck wasn't helping. He barely noticed the monolithic shadows of rocks or the silhouettes of cacti along either side of him as he drove, getting slowly closer to the smudge of light on the horizon that was his destination.
Mayb
Chapter Five: Enter the Coolkid
Dave Strider pushed his chair away from his desktop computer as the green name illuminated on his chumroll faded to gray. He carefully slipped the shades on his face away from his eyes long enough to rub them tiredly. Finally, FINALLY Jade decided to get back online, and then she started spouting cryptic bullshit about being suddenly in Nevada, and that she couldn't tell him why because it "wasn't her secret to tell."
No. That wasn't even what bothered him the most. What really irritated him was the fact that he didn't know who these "nice people" were, or how "nice" they might actually be. He wanted to find
Chapter Four: Some Shit That Happens
Silence seemed to be the theme of the base once Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee had left to pick up the other human children. Optimus left to recharge elsewhere in the base, which Jade took to mean he was napping. Ratchet, on the other hand, appeared to be attempting to repair some sort of machinery. Jade herself was nervously eating an apple she had stored in her refrigerator. The only sounds were Ratchet tinkering and Jade biting into the apple.
Jade didn't particularly feel like eating, but she knew she needed to. She hadn't eaten since the night before, which, after everything that happened, seemed li
Thicker Than Blood 5 by PhantomSunsSong, literature
Literature
Thicker Than Blood 5
As Tavros slowly came to his senses, he began to realize that he had a headache. It wasn't one of those dull headaches that he could ignore, either. It was like someone (probably Vriska, he thought) had stuck a knife in his head and then twisted it, attempting to scramble his think pan while it was still in his skull.
In other words, it hurt a lot. He groaned and clutched his head and tried to sit up, but he didn't dare open his eyes as he did. The feeling was familiar. Sort of like that time Gamzee had convinced him to eat sopor slime right after the accident that crippled him. Only this time, it was ten times worse.
"Whoa, my motherfuckin
Black Widows (Circuit Breaker One-Shot) by PhantomSunsSong, literature
Literature
Black Widows (Circuit Breaker One-Shot)
Airachnid knew that she was going to have to land and resupply her ship soon. Energon stores were getting low. Replenishing them, so that the ship could continue to function and she could continue to live, was her first priority. And she knew just where to stop.
Earth. For whatever reason, the flyspeck of a planet had several large deposits of energon. Some were quite deep in the planet's surfacenot that depth had ever been an issue for her. The best thing about the planet, though, was the native species. Humans, from what she understood, were weak but resourceful. They would be entertaining to hunt and add to her collection. Her thoug
The blood from the wound in the dead Dave's chest dripped off the edge of the metal ledge and into the lava twenty feet below, each new drop hissing and evaporating before it even had a chance to reach the molten rock. The body itself had been dropped haphazardly and allowed to fall like it was some sort of shitty attempt at playing QWOP, only the loser got stabbed in the chest instead of having his neck broken.
Dave nudged the nearest body part, a hand, with his foot. He always did that, just to be sure. Like every other time before, there was no response. The dude was dead as a doornail. The Universe was a thorough hitmanor maybe tha
It was Nepeta's intention to keep lunch short and sweet, but fate, it seemed, had slightly different plans for her. Just as she began digging into a plate of food, someone sat down beside her. She caught a glimpse of them in the corner of her eye, but before she could turn, they spoke.
"A little birdie told me that you were trying to become an animagus," a familiar voice whispered in her ear. Nepeta started with surprise before turning and giving the newcomer a quick hug. Terezi cackled in response.
"Terezi!" Nepeta exclaimed. "How did mew find out? Oh, wait, Dave?" Terezi's grin slowly widened, and she nodded once.
"He thought I might be
ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG]
EB: jade?
EB: oh thank god you're on.
GG: what is it john?
GG: i thought youd be asleep by now!
EB: haha, yeah, me too!
EB: but listen, i got taken hostage by these giant robots, and one of them said you shot him in the face!
GG: oh nooooooo
GG: john how did you get captured by decepticons???
EB: decepticons? whoa, they sound kind of cool.
GG: no theyre not cool! theyre mean and they are the ones that destroyed my house >:(
GG: especially the one i shot!
EB: hey, i'm not arguing! hostage, remember?
EB: i mean i sort of got away. half way away.
GG: how do you only get halfway
The steady drip of blood from the severed head under your arm strikes a staccato on the pavement as you float. Plip, plop, plip, plop, it's somehow precise, like a beat, and you feel like you could rap to it. More blood soaks into the Derse pajama things you're wearing, leaving behind a cloying stickiness on your side, but it's easier to ignore that. It's just a feeling you can push away, not an echoing tattoo that fills your ears.
The Dersites are silent. You know they're following you past the amethyst towers and through the violet streetsfuck, you can see them, hordes of them, not talking or laughing or even acting disgusted by the
Chapter Six: Never Drive At Night (Or You'll Get Captured By Decepticons)
Night had fallen on the desert landscape, and John Egbert was still at least an hour out of the Nevada city with the Holiday Inn where his dad had booked him a room. He probably shouldn't have tried to get in so much driving in one day, especially when he was known for driving carefully (not slowly!). He was dead tired, and the darkness sure as heck wasn't helping. He barely noticed the monolithic shadows of rocks or the silhouettes of cacti along either side of him as he drove, getting slowly closer to the smudge of light on the horizon that was his destination.
Mayb
Chapter Five: Enter the Coolkid
Dave Strider pushed his chair away from his desktop computer as the green name illuminated on his chumroll faded to gray. He carefully slipped the shades on his face away from his eyes long enough to rub them tiredly. Finally, FINALLY Jade decided to get back online, and then she started spouting cryptic bullshit about being suddenly in Nevada, and that she couldn't tell him why because it "wasn't her secret to tell."
No. That wasn't even what bothered him the most. What really irritated him was the fact that he didn't know who these "nice people" were, or how "nice" they might actually be. He wanted to find
Chapter Four: Some Shit That Happens
Silence seemed to be the theme of the base once Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee had left to pick up the other human children. Optimus left to recharge elsewhere in the base, which Jade took to mean he was napping. Ratchet, on the other hand, appeared to be attempting to repair some sort of machinery. Jade herself was nervously eating an apple she had stored in her refrigerator. The only sounds were Ratchet tinkering and Jade biting into the apple.
Jade didn't particularly feel like eating, but she knew she needed to. She hadn't eaten since the night before, which, after everything that happened, seemed li
Thicker Than Blood 5 by PhantomSunsSong, literature
Literature
Thicker Than Blood 5
As Tavros slowly came to his senses, he began to realize that he had a headache. It wasn't one of those dull headaches that he could ignore, either. It was like someone (probably Vriska, he thought) had stuck a knife in his head and then twisted it, attempting to scramble his think pan while it was still in his skull.
In other words, it hurt a lot. He groaned and clutched his head and tried to sit up, but he didn't dare open his eyes as he did. The feeling was familiar. Sort of like that time Gamzee had convinced him to eat sopor slime right after the accident that crippled him. Only this time, it was ten times worse.
"Whoa, my motherfuckin
I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time.
My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working
Day 5: Favorite Flash by PhantomSunsSong, literature
Literature
Day 5: Favorite Flash
A cascade of red,
A bloody aurora filling the sky and
Strangling the stars, galactic genocide
At its finest. It mirrors the sand,
Drunk with crimson, darkening to a dull
Brown. Black or white, it didn't
Matter, wasn't supposed to end this way.
How can you be a monarch with no one to lead?
A cascade of green,
Hellfire burning, devouring flesh but
Leaving new behind, white, unmarred,
Like a phoenix awakening from the ashes.
Pain fades. Life reigns.
Red, orange, black, you
Rise from the green, the fire and lightning
To view your world as gods.
A cascade of yellow,
The color you never truly saw until
You lost your sight.
Honey
Your name is PHANTOM SUNSSONG and you LIKE TO FOLLOW MEMES. Oh, and today is NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY PROBABLY.
You consider yourself to be a DECENT WRITER of works of FICTION, especially those of the FAN VARIETY. You tend to alternate back and forth between writing HUMOROUS CROSSOVERS and KILLING OFF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS because you are KIND OF WEIRD. You also have a rather SICK SENSE OF HUMOR. You WISH YOU COULD DRAW since you are, after all, on an art website, but you are TOO LAZY to actually TRY TO GET BETTER AT IT. You are currently hopelessly and irrevocably obsessed with the WEBCOMIC HOMESTUCK, though you also LIKE ANIME and FANTASY NOVELS. Your dream is to one day become an AUTHOR of ACTUAL BOOKS, but you think it far more likely that you will be SOME KIND OF BIOLOGIST, since you are in college to get a MAJOR IN BIOLOGY. Also, you REALLY LIKE DRAGONS and CATS.
Your chumhandle is draconicAlgorithm and you "Type with correct grammar and punctuation, although you overuse text smilies in a way that likely makes you seem younger and less competent than you actually are. :3"
I don't actually have a lot to say, although I felt like I should put up a new journal for some reason.
Things have been pretty hectic this holiday because my dad had to have surgery on his shoulder and was actually in the hospital until Christmas. Things are kind of better now, though.
Been doing some reading and writing. Mostly reading, because I only really get any reading done during breaks. When I've got class, I just never quite have the gumption, but it's nice to be able to relax and read a book.
In any case, happy new year everyone! It's finally 2012, for whatever that amounts to. I don't particularly believe in apocalypse theories
Stolen from ~xCollapsix (https://www.deviantart.com/xcollapsix), I just like stealing memes. And I have nothing to say about my life.
1. This Pokémon will cook for you for the rest of your life:
Dusknoir
Uh, okay. I have nothing witty to say about this (except that Dusknoir kind of freak me out but yeah).
2. This Pokémon hates you a lot:
Roserade
That's okay, you'd probably make me sneeze anyway.
3. You share your bed with this Pokémon:
Larvesta
I'm actually okay with this. Those guys are super adorable and furry and are probably warm. I just need to watch out for the spines on its head.
4. This Pokémon will sit on your lap when you are on the comput
tagged by ~giratinium (https://www.deviantart.com/giratinium)
:P
1. Have you ever sewn something?
Yes! I have sewn an oven mit and attempted to make a Chansey plushie when I was young. But that's it.
2. Do you have Pokémon music on your iPod?
Yup. The first album for the anime and the albums for the first two movies.
3. What... is your name?
Anna. That's all you're getting out of me. D<
4. What... is your quest?
To become a Pokemon Master, defeat Giygas and the Decepticons, and to successfully win a game of SBURB.
5. What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow? (Bonus: Is it an African or European swallow?)
24 miles an hour. And it's European! (Yes