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A Spark in Chains: 1A Transformers Prime Fan fiction by :iconBaconette:
For those that read my previous series; Deception ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/Deception-Part-1-266479593 ) and Going Under ( http://baconette.deviantart.com/art/TFP-Going-Under-Part-1-294146142 ), this is a reboot of the story. I had far too many mistakes and things bothering me so I decided just to scrap the current storyline and begin anew. And I wanted to include Chainbreak in the Second and Third season stuff, which I couldn't do without a reboot. I didn't even manage to properly include her in any 1st season stuff...except for the dark energon shiz.
We will see where this goes. I'm trying to stay true to her character but I'm learning I have issues writing when I don't have complete freedom as I go.
This starts off with Chains coming in during the "Deus Ex Machima" Episode.
Mind over Madness: 1Mind over Madness
Introvert girl (17 years) Sees all characters she interacts with (teachers, fellow classmates, parents, and siblings) as monsters or evil creatures but respects them quietly not wanting to make them angry. Sees animals like people. Her mind even makes the people look like monsters.
Her whole world changes when she meets and strange kind boy her age. He offers to help her up when she had been tripped by a mean girl. She stares at him because he looks normal and not like a monster.
This is just a very strange short story that popped into my head a few weeks ago. Just now had the time to write it down. Here's the first section. I'll be adding more soon enough.
Kira trudged through the thick snow, her soft boots keeping her feet warm. She saved for months to be able to afford the fur covered knee high boots that she wore every day.The thick soles had no problem with the ice, or defending their wearer fro
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Skyrimokay, THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKRYIM
full name wouldn't fit in the Title.
Okay, granted I have finally gotten the 100+ hours achievement in Skyrim, I'm still finding things out about the game that I like. And some things i don't but still its awesome. ITs a soul sucking game that I love and hate at the same time. I would love to cosplay the Nightengale armour (as Karliah) or even one of the Companions or Houecarls, but i digress, THIS IS A REVIEW HERE...right?...RIGHT!
Open world single player quest game. I own it for the PC on Steam. It has many Nordic culture/ Medieval themes. I personally enjoy the open world games better if they do it well, and Skyrim does it really well.
Dragonborn (that's the player) saves the world. No I'm kidding. You can't REALLL
BEHIND THE SCREEN:Hansel and Gretel: Witch HuntersHonestly right off the back I didn't have very high expectations but it seemed like a cool goth/medieval flick and I enjoy these kinds of films.
And it came through with a totally unexpected and surprisingly detailed storyline.
The characters were cast perfectly. The actor who played Hansel also played as Hawkeye in the Avengers. He did very well, portraying the emotions and details of the character. Gretel was cast excellent as well, but I can't recall any off the top of my head that she was in.
My absolutely favorite part of the movie WAS THE WEAPONS!!
OMIGOSH STEAMPUNK WEAPONS!!! completely out of time period...but they were SOOOOOO cool!! and Gretel's crossbow.... *drools*
Sometimes films like this make me think i was born in the wrong century. I'd have so much fun in that era.
I love the brother-sister interactions and chemistry between them. The writers got the super close relationship without adding some weird sexual element. And Gretel was such a hard-ass, which makes me happy.
By Jessica Bruce
Temperatures plummet, but we blaze on
Our live summit, can’t stay away for long
Your arms belong around me, keeping me warm
I feel at home, sheltered from the storm
Dark was my heart, surrounded my ice,
Until you broke through, and brightened my life
A light filled with such intensity and strength
Taking my faults and healing the breaks
Thinking, thinking, I always try
When our lips meet, my thoughts fly
Your hands, your love, are on my mind
Always wishing I could stop time
Broken was my heart, shattered like glass
Shards painful to touch, haunted by the past
Gathering the shards, my darling fixed the mess
Reminding me of how love works best
Healing my heart, soothing my fears
Removing the scars of all those lonely years
My heart is yours forevermore
Head over heels I’ve fallen for
My Darling, my love, my one and only
I’ll always be here, to keep away the lonely
Warm my heart, feed my inner fire
Red on my face, fed by sweet desire
BEHIND THE SCREEN: Rise of the GuardiansOkay first off. This is a definite MUST SEE!!!! Three Thumbs up, six stars and what not. ITS EPIC. (speaking of which i was there and i know i want to see this movie called "Epic" that is coming out this spring.....oh and Iron Man 3)
I even plan on seeing it again soon (most likely with my boyfriend; he's so sweet)
But alas....review time
So Jack Frost is awesome, and embodies every lost teenager that has ever been, including the fun-loving part. North (Santa) is a sword wielding Russian that brings joy to little children. The tooth fairy is awesome with her collecting of teeth, (trying not to give to many spoilers). The Sandman (he doesn't speak) or Sandy as the Guardians call him is hilarious and funny, and yes he gives dreams to children. The Easter bunny is a huge Australian.....i want to say kangaroo, but its like a cross between a bunny and a Kangaroo, oh and he has boomerangs.
I do believe at one point during the movie North shouts "Bunny, Energize!!" and i definitely want to re
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
StarsThe stars in the sky
Glow like fireflies
In the thin veil of the night
Pale glow to be seen
His brilliant beauty
Charm the gods
I can feel the chill on her shallow breath
And the color's draining from her youthful face
She's bleeding out, I tell you
In red, yellow, and orange
And there ain't a single thing we can do
She'll want to be buried just like her mother
Laid to rest in a simple white coffin
No roses set on her grave
It's not warming
But it's final
Even as the rest of the world
Collapses into her absence
Perhaps she knows
Perhaps she's always known
Citron SunriseDimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
The ViodThe darkness is surrounding me.
Looking left and right is this dark depth of nothing.
I am not sure where to go because all i see is black.
Getting confuse just walking and maybe even in place.
I hope this is a dream, because i don't want to live here anymore.
Continue to just seeing all but nothing, and getting scared inside.
Just waiting to explode and scream out my inner demons.
Saying that this isn't so.
I don't want this to be my end.
Wondering and wondering to no avail.
Going more insane by the minute.
Trying to look deep inside me.
Hoping and striving for a light or a way out.
Starting to wonder more and more if their even is a way out.
But this walking doesn't do any good.
So i sit and wait, while my madness take over.
Nothing to see out here but on the inside.
Thinking about what i must have done wrong in order to escape.
While also thinking that their must be a light that will spark and shine the way out.
This can't be the end, so i guess i just have to look forwa
The MoonNight Sky Black as Pitch
Startling Diamond Moon
A Quilt of Stars and a Stitch
Morning Comes Too Soon
A Cheshire Smile in The Sky
Clever Grin To See
A Wispy Cloud Shields My Eye
And Takes Takes The Moon From Me.
RainLooking into the sky,
I watch every tear fall
ever so slightly from the heavens.
"Why are you sad?"
The sky answers with a thunderous boom.
The sun hides away,
almost as if it were afraid of the sky.
It's so cold.
I stand in the rain,
in wait for the sun to come out again.
In the meantime though,
I let the tiny drops of ice
shatter on my bare skin.
Warmth no longer exists.
Autumn BreezeAutumn Breeze
By J. Bruce
Calm breeze, blowing, whispering to no one
Maples color the infinite horizon,
Pines stand as sentinels, never changing, evergreen, over the harsh winter
Grass fades to brown as the geese seek warmer abodes
Sunshine warms my face, yet the wind brisk and chilly
Now I find myself at one with my home.
An autumn in Michigan, however unpredictable, but gorgeous and humbling
Leaves us covered in a blanket of snow,
Animals scurry to enlarge their stores for the coming season
Leaves crackle and crunch as I walk,
Fields illuminated by the fall sunshine, show wildflowers of summers past,
Dry husks adding to the neutral scheme that become Michigan's fall palette.
The sun falls setting the landscape ablaze
The trees glow an ever-brighter red and orange.
A strong gust blows through the towering behemoths
And snatches some of the leaves,
And we are ever reminded that
Change changes everything but itself.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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