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:holly: Transformers: Tarnished IdolsTitle: Transformers: Tarnished Idols
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: Mild Angst, Claustrophobia
Author's Note: Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Some wounds fester. Time conversion – vorn: 83 years.
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“I swear I will kill Rumble,” Starscream said, mouth twisted into a fierce grimace.
Dust filled the room, blinding his optics and clogging his vents. He forced several quick bursts of air through them. Perhaps he could clear the overworked mechanisms. It didn’t work. As soon as he hacked some out, more dust flowed in. Now he resembled some sort of pathetic organic thing, clearing its respiratory organs. He cursed quietly. At least his vocals weren’t tied intrinsically to his vents, like some fleshling.
Warnings on his HUD display pinged as his internal temperature slowly started climbing and his vents failed to compensate. Nothing serious. Yet. He planned to be long gone before the dust and heat buildup caused any permanen
:holly: TF: Entomophobia - Halloween TradeTitle: Entomophobia
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Disturbing imagery
Author's Note: This is my submission for the TF-SecretSanta Halloween Trade for xDeadlyxxxDesirex. This is a Halloween story, so I tried for scary. It's not as lighthearted as my normal fics, although it has its humorous moments (I couldn't help myself). I pulled on two personal fears of mine when I wrote this, to try and add some real creepiness to it. I hope it works. Time conversions: Klik 1.2 minutes, Nanoklik approximately 1 second. Comm transmissions are marked with colons – ::like this.::
The Rust Sea spread across Cybertron's equator, an immense red scar across its surface. Erratic pillars twisted into the sky. Corrosive gasses bled from the ground, slowly eating the land away, turning everything to an endless expanse of rust. Across the ground, miniature hills rose and fell, forming 'waves' that traveled as far as the optic could see.
Numerous Cybertronian artists tried to duplicate the Rust Sea in
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:holly: A Conversation and a CorpseTitle: A Conversation and a Corpse
Universes (Crossover): Batman and Neil Gaiman's Sandman
Pairings: None
Rating: PG (to be safe)
Warnings: Angst, a corpse
Author's Note: Batman's natural desire to help has unforeseen consequences. This is my entry for the Crossover Contest, and my first crossover.
The copse lay amidst the alley clutter, unmoving, while the first spots of rain splattered on his Armani suit. The night buried him in shadows, the distant streetlights barely illuminating him. Thin rivulets of blood, black in the weak light, pasted down a few graying tufts of hair. His head bent backwards at an angle no living person could achieve. Knowing the futility of it, Batman still reached over and checked for a pulse.  
Looking at the dead never got any easier. It was ugly, no matter how peaceful the passing may have been. Yet still, Batman crouched besides the unmoving form, gently closing the man's eyes. The rain pattered against his hood and cape while he stood his silent vi
:holly: TF: Old Soldier FIRST DRAFT Contest EntryTitle: Transformers: Old Soldier FIRST DRAFT Contest Entry
Universe: G1 (Pre-Earth)
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, Non-canon character death
Author's Note: This is my (mostly) unedited first draft. The contest specified minimal editing, which was extremely difficult for me. While I don't think this is bad, it's not as refined as I'd normally post. In fact, there are two details which need work/editing. Hopefully, they're not as obvious to others as they are to me (since I'm super critical of my own work).
Smoke hung heavy over Praxus, obscuring optics and clogging vents. Here, the once proud city-state stood cracked and charred, covered in ash. The glorious crystals of the Helix Gardens, the pinnacle of Cybertronian art and beauty, lay shattered. Many of the civilians were gone, long since fled or dead. Those that remained had abandoned their civilian ways, forced into more militaristic roles.
Raising above the surrounding ruins, th
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Kuta 2012 New Year Fireworks by SaiogaMan
The year is coming to a close. A mere eleven months ago or so, this year stretched its newborn legs and wobbled forth. It steadied its step through January, found puppy love in February, enjoyed plentiful shades of green and much merriment mid-March and observed multitudes of celebratory rituals in late April (varying from the solemn to the hunt of chocolaty treats). Later, with eyes grown wise with experience, it witnessed streets filled with costumed wonders, beautiful and terrifying. And, through this all, 2014 has seen so many beautiful works of art submitted here, on DeviantArt!

What better way to bid farewell to old man 2014 than a series of countdown feature journals, celebrating those works! Each day will feature a fan fiction from a different popular fandom.

Please join me as I count down the days leading up the New Year!

10!


Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles



The adolescent, reptilian martial arts students made quite an impact as they 'hit' the fan fiction gallery this past year.

Whatever Comes
12:40am. He checked the time on his t-phone, again.  They were late. Maybe they weren’t coming this time. Maybe this was all finally over. The thought soothed as much as scared Don as he paced a dank alley in a broken down and mostly abandoned section of the city.  Maybe he could find another way. Maybe this was his chance to break the deal, to get out. His mind raced with the possibilities, analyzing and agonizing over all the options for the millionth time. There was only one option though and he already knew it. Because it was either this  betrayal of everything he believed in or a vial and unfathomable alternative for which he would not and could not stand.  Hearing the town car finally approaching, he instinctually became invisible against the side of a dumpster, letting the shockingly bright headlights cast wraithlike silhouettes against the surrounding brick walls. 
     
The car was long, black a
    Deepest Darkest    Leo’s dreams tasted different that night.
    After watching his worst fears paraded before his eyes, he wondered (head heavy on his pillow) if they would follow him into slumber, a never-ending repetition of his recent nightmares. Or would he actually sleep soundly, his brain exhausted from the day’s chaos?
    Mmm. No such luck.
   It’s cold. And dark.
   Where- where am I? Where’s-?
   “-Raph?”
   “Leo.” His brother steps out of blackness, green eyes shimmering (in what light?), Leo’s name sibilant and mocking on his lips. Leo opens his mouth, caught between relief and confusion, and suddenly Raph is flanked by Mikey and Donnie and April and Casey and- The ensemble becomes a pantheon of all the people he’s met, the relationships he’s formed, all there, all…watching him.
   <i>


TMNT- Simple Things    “Wow,” Michelangelo awed as he stared at the night sky, “I-it’s so… pretty!”
    “Ugh, Mikey,” Donatello sighed as he checked the time on his T-phone, “It’s late! And Splinter wanted us home fifteen minutes ago. Leo must be-“
    “Ah, Leo-shmeo. Look at it, Donnie,” the orange clad turtle sighed with his wide, baby blue eyes shimmering with wonder, “We never get a view like this from home.”
            Humoring his brother, the purple clad turtle turned up his chin and stared into the black abyss. After seeing it so many times from a computer screen, Donatello figured he’d just be boring himself. However, the laptop’s view of the sky was nothing compared to this: the unfathomable amethyst sky, ever so slightly freckled with bright speckling stars,
    Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 1Back and fourth, high creak, then low creak; the tire swing Michelangelo lounged on lazily played a monotonous tune in his idle ears. Raphael and Casey yelling at the hockey game on their twenty-inch, low definition television, he payed no mind to, for it had become as common a sound in their home over the past few weeks as the sound of water running through the pipes all around. Only one time Casey used their television to check the score on an NHL hockey game, and instantly Raph was hooked and the two found yet another common interest.
Mikey couldn't deny to himself that he was envious, but he wasn't sure of who he was more envious of. Just like Donnie identified well with April, and Leo, in some twisted way, identified with Karai, Raph had found a kindred spirit in Casey. Mikey, much to his own humiliation, thought he had found that before, but that person turned out to be using him and is now, as fate would have it, one of his worst enemies.
Then there was Casey, the fun and charmi


Broken words - Michelangelo
(see author's notes)
When they finally found him, after hours and hours of searching, he didn't respond to them,
He just stared at the bloody ground, wide-eyed and silent.

The night had started like many, many before. There had been news on TV, alarming footage, and they hadn't hesitated to have a look for themselves. It wasn't that hard to find out where the problem originated from.
They had been fully expecting a fight.
They always did.
It was in their very existence. They were fighters.
And they had fought.
But their rivals had had the advantage of fighting in their own turf.
Somewhere in the middle of battle, they had been separated, getting lost in interlacing halls and floors. The building was old. It had crumbled beneath the weight of them.
None of them had noticed, too focused on their fight.
At some point, each of them was on his own.
Not for long, however. After the fight, Leonardo and Donatello quickly found each other on the base floor, climbing over broken walls a
    Perfect Present PursuitPerfect Present Pursuit
Donatello traced the final line on the chart, capped the highlighter, and took a few steps back, checking his work. Satisfied, he wrote "April's Present" at the top. Every contingency planned for and solved on the chart to give April her perfect present was accounted for and every series of events ended with a hasty sketch of a happy Donatello and April and a Merry Christmas for all. Now there was nothing in his way except to get the present.
"Ooo, I like the red and green lines," Michelangelo said, smiling and admiring his brother's graph. "Very festive."
"Thanks," Donatello said. "I thought it—Huh?" He spun around to his large, sliding laboratory door, the lock unlatched and the door opened. "How did you get in?"
"Ninja, bro!" he said in a sing-song voice, sauntering to the graph. "I've got the lock-picking skills to break in anywhere." Donatello sighed and rubbed his eyes. Living with ninjas and maintaining privacy proved very difficult at times.


TMNT-Bring on the Thunder, Bring on the RainThe mud stuck and clung to April O'Neil's feet like desperate fingers holding on for dear life. It seeped through her toes and small minerals threatened to cut at her feet, but all that seeped into April's mind was the fact that she had to keep moving.
The woods around her blurred but yet she felt as though she couldn't move any slower. The rain fell hard and little droplets slapped against her face. It seemed as though mother nature was trying to turn her around, but she wouldn't. She couldn't.
April didn't know how much time had passed, but a creek came into view where the once calm stream was now overflowing with an angry current. When she got to the edge, she fell to her knees, her hair draping over her face and hiding her ghostly white face from any creature that dared to stick out the rain.
Her chest heaved, trying to suck in the air that she couldn't quite breathe in while she ran. Her body beneath her trembled, though April couldn't tell if it was from the cold, exhaustion, or
    Losing His Best FriendSeries: TMNT
Author: Zelgadis55
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.
Warnings: No real spoilers but brief references to episode S306 – Race with the Demon
Summary: The adrenaline that fuelled their friendship obviously wasn't enough after all. After the events of S306 – Race with the Demon, Raphael feels hurt and jealousy over Casey and Donnie's developing friendship.
Losing His Best Friend
He was losing his best friend.
It had been obvious for a while now, even to him, but he had been in denial. Now though, it was impossible to continue to ignore the truth. When they had still been in the city, it felt like they had everything in the world in common but out here on this damned farm in the middle of nowhere, away from Purple Dragons and Footbots, random muggers and Kraang, he was beginning to realise just how precious little in common they really had.
A shared short temper and a love of bashing the skul


Join me tomorrow for the next Countdown Feature!



Skin by Dan Leveille

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Kuta 2012 New Year Fireworks by SaiogaMan
The year is coming to a close. A mere eleven months ago or so, this year stretched its newborn legs and wobbled forth. It steadied its step through January, found puppy love in February, enjoyed plentiful shades of green and much merriment mid-March and observed multitudes of celebratory rituals in late April (varying from the solemn to the hunt of chocolaty treats). Later, with eyes grown wise with experience, it witnessed streets filled with costumed wonders, beautiful and terrifying. And, through this all, 2014 has seen so many beautiful works of art submitted here, on DeviantArt!

What better way to bid farewell to old man 2014 than a series of countdown feature journals, celebrating those works! Each day will feature a fan fiction from a different popular fandom.

Please join me as I count down the days leading up the New Year!

10!


Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles



The adolescent, reptilian martial arts students made quite an impact as they 'hit' the fan fiction gallery this past year.

Whatever Comes
12:40am. He checked the time on his t-phone, again.  They were late. Maybe they weren’t coming this time. Maybe this was all finally over. The thought soothed as much as scared Don as he paced a dank alley in a broken down and mostly abandoned section of the city.  Maybe he could find another way. Maybe this was his chance to break the deal, to get out. His mind raced with the possibilities, analyzing and agonizing over all the options for the millionth time. There was only one option though and he already knew it. Because it was either this  betrayal of everything he believed in or a vial and unfathomable alternative for which he would not and could not stand.  Hearing the town car finally approaching, he instinctually became invisible against the side of a dumpster, letting the shockingly bright headlights cast wraithlike silhouettes against the surrounding brick walls. 
     
The car was long, black a
    Deepest Darkest    Leo’s dreams tasted different that night.
    After watching his worst fears paraded before his eyes, he wondered (head heavy on his pillow) if they would follow him into slumber, a never-ending repetition of his recent nightmares. Or would he actually sleep soundly, his brain exhausted from the day’s chaos?
    Mmm. No such luck.
   It’s cold. And dark.
   Where- where am I? Where’s-?
   “-Raph?”
   “Leo.” His brother steps out of blackness, green eyes shimmering (in what light?), Leo’s name sibilant and mocking on his lips. Leo opens his mouth, caught between relief and confusion, and suddenly Raph is flanked by Mikey and Donnie and April and Casey and- The ensemble becomes a pantheon of all the people he’s met, the relationships he’s formed, all there, all…watching him.
   <i>


TMNT- Simple Things    “Wow,” Michelangelo awed as he stared at the night sky, “I-it’s so… pretty!”
    “Ugh, Mikey,” Donatello sighed as he checked the time on his T-phone, “It’s late! And Splinter wanted us home fifteen minutes ago. Leo must be-“
    “Ah, Leo-shmeo. Look at it, Donnie,” the orange clad turtle sighed with his wide, baby blue eyes shimmering with wonder, “We never get a view like this from home.”
            Humoring his brother, the purple clad turtle turned up his chin and stared into the black abyss. After seeing it so many times from a computer screen, Donatello figured he’d just be boring himself. However, the laptop’s view of the sky was nothing compared to this: the unfathomable amethyst sky, ever so slightly freckled with bright speckling stars,
    Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 1Back and fourth, high creak, then low creak; the tire swing Michelangelo lounged on lazily played a monotonous tune in his idle ears. Raphael and Casey yelling at the hockey game on their twenty-inch, low definition television, he payed no mind to, for it had become as common a sound in their home over the past few weeks as the sound of water running through the pipes all around. Only one time Casey used their television to check the score on an NHL hockey game, and instantly Raph was hooked and the two found yet another common interest.
Mikey couldn't deny to himself that he was envious, but he wasn't sure of who he was more envious of. Just like Donnie identified well with April, and Leo, in some twisted way, identified with Karai, Raph had found a kindred spirit in Casey. Mikey, much to his own humiliation, thought he had found that before, but that person turned out to be using him and is now, as fate would have it, one of his worst enemies.
Then there was Casey, the fun and charmi


Broken words - Michelangelo
(see author's notes)
When they finally found him, after hours and hours of searching, he didn't respond to them,
He just stared at the bloody ground, wide-eyed and silent.

The night had started like many, many before. There had been news on TV, alarming footage, and they hadn't hesitated to have a look for themselves. It wasn't that hard to find out where the problem originated from.
They had been fully expecting a fight.
They always did.
It was in their very existence. They were fighters.
And they had fought.
But their rivals had had the advantage of fighting in their own turf.
Somewhere in the middle of battle, they had been separated, getting lost in interlacing halls and floors. The building was old. It had crumbled beneath the weight of them.
None of them had noticed, too focused on their fight.
At some point, each of them was on his own.
Not for long, however. After the fight, Leonardo and Donatello quickly found each other on the base floor, climbing over broken walls a
    Perfect Present PursuitPerfect Present Pursuit
Donatello traced the final line on the chart, capped the highlighter, and took a few steps back, checking his work. Satisfied, he wrote "April's Present" at the top. Every contingency planned for and solved on the chart to give April her perfect present was accounted for and every series of events ended with a hasty sketch of a happy Donatello and April and a Merry Christmas for all. Now there was nothing in his way except to get the present.
"Ooo, I like the red and green lines," Michelangelo said, smiling and admiring his brother's graph. "Very festive."
"Thanks," Donatello said. "I thought it—Huh?" He spun around to his large, sliding laboratory door, the lock unlatched and the door opened. "How did you get in?"
"Ninja, bro!" he said in a sing-song voice, sauntering to the graph. "I've got the lock-picking skills to break in anywhere." Donatello sighed and rubbed his eyes. Living with ninjas and maintaining privacy proved very difficult at times.


TMNT-Bring on the Thunder, Bring on the RainThe mud stuck and clung to April O'Neil's feet like desperate fingers holding on for dear life. It seeped through her toes and small minerals threatened to cut at her feet, but all that seeped into April's mind was the fact that she had to keep moving.
The woods around her blurred but yet she felt as though she couldn't move any slower. The rain fell hard and little droplets slapped against her face. It seemed as though mother nature was trying to turn her around, but she wouldn't. She couldn't.
April didn't know how much time had passed, but a creek came into view where the once calm stream was now overflowing with an angry current. When she got to the edge, she fell to her knees, her hair draping over her face and hiding her ghostly white face from any creature that dared to stick out the rain.
Her chest heaved, trying to suck in the air that she couldn't quite breathe in while she ran. Her body beneath her trembled, though April couldn't tell if it was from the cold, exhaustion, or
    Losing His Best FriendSeries: TMNT
Author: Zelgadis55
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.
Warnings: No real spoilers but brief references to episode S306 – Race with the Demon
Summary: The adrenaline that fuelled their friendship obviously wasn't enough after all. After the events of S306 – Race with the Demon, Raphael feels hurt and jealousy over Casey and Donnie's developing friendship.
Losing His Best Friend
He was losing his best friend.
It had been obvious for a while now, even to him, but he had been in denial. Now though, it was impossible to continue to ignore the truth. When they had still been in the city, it felt like they had everything in the world in common but out here on this damned farm in the middle of nowhere, away from Purple Dragons and Footbots, random muggers and Kraang, he was beginning to realise just how precious little in common they really had.
A shared short temper and a love of bashing the skul


Join me tomorrow for the next Countdown Feature!



Skin by Dan Leveille
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Kizin-of-kaplumba Featured By Owner 5 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Wow. Just wow. "Ode to the artist" had fallen between the cracks with my own watchers and I was so confused when all of a sudden people were fave-ing it and commenting. But when I saw that I had a DD, well, I think I near about gave my gecko a heart attack with my squealing. I am honoured, thank you so so much. :glomp: remake      :deviants: 
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SingingFlames Featured By Owner 5 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! :woohoo:
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Clockchat Featured By Owner 3 days ago
"Not All Things Will Fade" was receiving several faves all of a sudden...I thought, hey, maybe someone with plenty of watchers faved it, and word spread around! It wasn't until a comment congratulated me in my DD that I realized what was going on, and Lisa, I think I woke up someone with the loudness of my "WHAAAAAAAAAAAT". I have no idea how no one called the cops on me for that...But it instantly became the highlight of what was already a great day, and I thank you so much for choosing to feature my silly writing for dA to see. I'm in your debt. Sending you more thanks than you can imagine :hug:
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SingingFlames Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! I'm glad no one called the cops. :giggle: And your writing is wonderful (not silly at all). :D
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SloppyDreamscape Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New member
:love: Thank you for the feature, such a wonderful surprise I wasn't at all expecting! :love:
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SingingFlames Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're so very welcome! :happybounce:
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jackofalltrades0097 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:hugs: Thank you for joining Authors-Club!   We are so glad to have you join our group and adding our work to our collection! 

On behalf of the group, here's just a little bit of information as to what we're about! :


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SingingFlames Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the warm welcome! :D
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jackofalltrades0097 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome!
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LeChaoss Featured By Owner Edited Nov 30, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
How to center a text??
<c></c> is it right? just like the others?
And awww how cute stamps are on on u'r dA stamp box :iconawwplz:
Aaaand fanfic sounds amazing that i've just imagined how sasuke & sakura #shouldhavebeenended lol
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