Whut? A post here? *checks the sky for pigs*

[nkfloofiepoof]

Shamelessly ganked from eloquencelost because it looked like fun.

Give me one of my own stories (finished or not), and a time at some point after the end of the story or before the story started, and I'll write you at least 100 words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story begins or ten years in the future.

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[lyricality.livejournal.com]

Let's say...a few weeks after the end of Hate the Ground. :3

*flees before she can be smited*

[nkfloofiepoof]

Pfffffff _{I so need to work on that D: and...a lot of other things *sob*}

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Autobot City was oddly quiet. When the expedition and its rescue team returned three Earth weeks earlier, the city had been active almost non-stop day and night with Autobots and Decepticons alike making adjustments of varying kinds. The chaos in the infirmary had only just recently lulled as the worst of the injuries to both teams were finally repaired and the lesser injuries were finally addressed. Some Autobots were still relatively unseen, their duties passed to others, but no one complained - everyone understood the need to mourn their recent losses. They had already lost too many with the destruction of Cybertron, and that their already low numbers had dwindled further was a fact to which all in Autobot City were still adjusting in their own ways. Some needed solitude while others lost themselves in work and obligation. Still others focused their attention on those who had returned with their lives from the catastrophic expedition as if to reassure themselves of their friends' and allies' safety.

That reason was why Optimus found himself looking up at the entrance to what remained of the Ark. Even in the dark of the moonless night, the bright orange of the Ark's metal stood out, nearly enough for Optimus to not need his night vision. On a night this dark, he knew every light in the Decepticon commander's quarters would be on.

Even three weeks after their return to Earth, even with the long interstellar travel time between the expedition's planet and their current home, Optimus' spark was still disquieted. It still shook him to think that Starscream could very easily have also been on the list of those who died on the expedition. Often, the Prime found his mind wandering, feeding him visions of returning without the seeker, of Soundwave in charge of the Decepticons in the fallen seeker's stead - an Earth without Starscream - and Optimus' spark quailed. This was not the first night since their return that he found himself making his way quietly through the silent corridors of the Ark. This was not the first night he had to reassure his spark that the golden one it called to still burned brightly.

Nor would it be the last.

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

....Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee ♥

*puts them in a closet together and locks the door*

[nkfloofiepoof]

*helps!*

I miss youuu D: