I'm Back~!

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Man, I've been gone forever! Sorry, guys. A lot of stuff got backed up and I flitted off to Star Trek and Coraline for a while. I'm shoving a lot of stuff off my to-do list because of some school stuff, but I came back to relay a couple bunnies I have picked up! :D So did I miss anything?

Sorry if the cut is weird. It refuses to like me for some reason. And guess who's on a Silent Hill kick? :D

1. Star Trek Xover. Miles/Sam/Mikeala/Carly/Spike/whoever matches up the continuity you’re using is actually a Vulcan in heavy disguise, sent there to judge whether or not the Cybertronian race is logical enough to be worth saving.

           

            1A. Using their almighty logic, the Vulcan(s) in question, despite their personal feelings, judge the Cybertronians too volatile and destructive to both themselves and other species (they’ve been in a planet-destroying civil war for how long?) and are forced to report to their superiors that the Cybertronians should be executed or completely mind-wiped.

            1B. The Cybertronians are around when this report is being made.

 

2. Coraline Xover. Sari’s understandably furious at her father, and all she really wants is for her to be able to leave him and never come back. And there’s a tunnel in her parlor that leads her to a wonderful woman with button eyes who promises that she can do just that…

 

3. Animated Perceptor didn’t know it, but he was falling into the same trap as all his earlier incarnation—he was being drawn to Silent Hill. And Alessa is becoming impatient.

 

4. “There is a hand hanging out the window…”

 

5. *to Animated Perceptor*: Dude, what the hell is with your voice?!

 

6. House Xover. The state of New Jersey wants to inspect the Autobots for any possible contaminants and hazardous alien bacteria before permitting them on their soil, so they send a special crew of people by the names of Kutner, Taub, Foreman, and ‘Thirteen’ with an oncologist by the name of Wilson from the same hospital. The medical team meets up with Perceptor and Wheeljack, stating that their boss was coming soon, and as they start the medical examinations they exchange stories about their respective bosses/CMOs. They quickly come to the conclusion that they have to keep Gregory House and Ratchet away from each other at. All. Costs.

 

7. “Why are there pink stuffed bunnies with blood smeared on their mouths…?”

 

8. Perceptor: If humans hold copulation in such a high regard, why is it offensive to say something along the lines of ‘fuck you’?

?: *facepalm*

 

9. Silent Hill Xover. Heather (drunk): Here. This’ll help you. They’re everywhere, you know? *gives gun* They’re always there. Knocking you down and trying to eat you. Staring at you from the other side of a mirror. Everywhere…

Animated Perceptor (concerned): *takes gun uncertainly* Perhaps I should take you home.

Heather: *chuckles mirthlessly* I got no home. Douglas isn’t around. Dad’s dead.

Animated Perceptor: Then I will take you to the place you sleep and wait with you.

Heather: You know, if it weren’t for that damned voice of yours, I’d say that you were concerned about me.

Animated Perceptor: I am.

 

10. “I don’t mind fighting for an impossible cause.”

 

11. Ratchet: *sputters* You used to do drugs?!

Perceptor: *completely nonchalant* Of course. Was it not obvious?

 

12. Spike: *twitches* Why do you guys have a bag of human blood in your lab?

 

13. ?: Flame purifies all.

??: You’re wrong. Fire doesn’t cleanse. It blackens.

 

14. Perceptor: You cut out my heart?!

??: I’m surprised you don’t remember. You were awake. And screaming.

 

15. “Savages. You hung a body from the ceiling and let it bleed into a bucket for a sick ritual.”

 

16. *creepy little girl suddenly goes into lab* *Perceptor suddenly seems really uncomfortable and tense* *Wheeljack and Ratchet are confused*

 

17. “The walls are fucking alive. I THINK I HAVE A RIGHT TO PANIC!”

 

18. (And here, from our sponsors in Silent Hill, we bring you this lovely poem! :D )

“Dead men, dead men,

swinging in a tree.

How many dead men

do you see?

Tongue turned blue

and face gone grey—

watch them as they twist and sway.”

 

“The first one killed

the butcher man

then cooked him in

the frying pan.

Served him to his hungry guests

and gave them seconds on request.”

 

“The next one with his smile

and sweets

stole poor children off the streets.

To men who dressed unsavory,

he sold them into slavery.”

 

“Breaking into a home at night,

the thief he had a nasty fright.

Filled his foolish head with ale,

woke in the morn

in the county jail!”

 

“The artist with his daunting skill,

tired his hand at painting bills,

but caught in rain he was undone,

when the ink he’d use did

start to run.”

 

“With promises of great return,

taking gold he did not earn,

bundled it up out of sight,

quietly slipped off into night.”

 

“Three houses into ashes burned,

the sheriff with no place to turn

did spy a stranger to his town,

locked him up and beat him down.”

 

“Dead men, dead men,

swinging in a tree.

How many dead men

do you see?

Six feet long and

six men wide—

round their necks

the noose be tied.”

 

19. (Another lovely poem! Warning, this one actually is very disturbing. Seeing as I’m able to read the above poem without even a hint of disturbance, the mere fact I am considering putting up a warning is saying something.)

"Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---

You are always looking at me

and I am always looking at you.

Ah, you're too meek---

beautiful, unspoiled:

thus I'm so sad, I suffer---

and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you

and destroy myself

What you would think

if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,

not saying a word?

Even curses from your mouth

would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your

face as though we were to kiss.

Then I suddenly shove my thumb

deep into your eye socket.

Abruptly, decisively,

like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?

Like jelly?

Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely

mix it around and around: I must

taste the warmth of your blood.

How would you scream?

Would you shriek "It hurts!

It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears

stream from your crushed eye?

You can't know the maddening

hunger I've felt in the midst of

our kisses, so many of them

I've lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,

I bring my hopes to fruition:

biting your tongue, shredding it,

biting at your lips as if tasting

your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would

reach, having my desires fulfilled

like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted

cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my

tongue.

I would surely be healed,

and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?

It brushes against my cheek;

I want it to creep up to my lips so

I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words

whispered sweet as pie---

I want it to hear my true feelings.

I never lied, no...

but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?

Do you hate me? Are you afraid?

As though inviting you to the agony

at the play's end, if you wish, you

could destroy me---I wouldn't care.

As you wish, you may destroy me

---I wouldn't care."

 

21. Perceptor: The room is bleeding.

Ratchet: What?

Perceptor: The room, it’s bleeding. In the mirror. *gestures vaguely at mirror*

Ratchet: Percy…

Perceptor: Don’t you see it? We’re bleeding too, Ratchet. And the blood is starting to come on our side of the glass. I think I’m dying.

 

22. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are the reincarnated Locaine twins. Perceptor is the reincarnated Angela Orosco. Prowl is the reincarnated Cybil. Bad things start happening when their past selves, fears, and resentments start to overcome their present ones.

 

23. Animated Perceptor: Just because I cannot express emotion through my voice does not mean that I do not possess it.

 

24. Captain Fanzone: I thought I hated machines. But now, I realize that I hate creepy little girls with their murderous nurses and weird mumbo-jumbo about being burned alive to birth God even more.

 

25. Perceptor: *twitches* Never, ever, leave me in a town with a record of disappearances again.

Wheeljack: *frowns in confusion* You were only here for three days. What on Cybertron could have happened?

Perceptor: *twitches* *glances at ‘Welcome to Silent Hill’ sign* More than you know.

 

 

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*nods* Is sad.