A/N: You can skip all the bold italics. It's just me bothered and ranting. Nothing important =D. Infact, it might offend some people, but I'm putting it anyways, because as I said, it's been bothering me.
I don't know sometimes... This has been bothering me for awhile, but I read stories where in the authors notes you read and it says stuff like how they just want to be popular on fanfiction, and how they only write for that popularity. It really bothers me. I mean I personally think if all the famous authors only wrote for popularity, they wouldn't really be popular.
People should write because it's entertaining. You know, because they like doing it. I write because I like it. I don't plan on going into a writing career. (I'm planning on going into genetic engineering.) Writing is fun for me, and I post on fanfiction because I want to share my work, and mingle with people who have the same interests as me. I live in a super small town, and not a lot of people are super nerds like me (no offense to anybody, that's just me.) I don't do it because I want attention or want to be popular. It's fun, and entertaining. I couldn't care less about how many reviews I get. ( The kind words I get make my ego burst.) though, I do enjoy reading them. I got onto fanfiction in seventh grade, I had been writing since sixth, and I never posted until I was in 10th or 11th and that was just because it took me a while to build up the courage. I like writing, and even if I never get a review again, I'll continue. That's right, you're stuck with me.
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Autobotschic: I have a story for them, but they really one shots. I do kinda miss writing my glitchy character for Primus, and I was thinking about writing some more of her and Unicron, so I might write some oneshots for them, but that will probably be after I finish some of these stories. (I have three or four, and some are highly neglected.) Mimic is one persuasive bot, that or he just has a way of sneaking highgrade into bot's energon. We may never know... He probably hasn't gotten Ratchet yet, but he is aiming for the whole base, so he'll probably get there ;)
Autobot-Mayday: XD Mimic should be everybody's hero, that or everybody's personal slut coach... They had to do it sometime, especially with the awesome words of encouragement from their couple counselor. JAZZ DO CPR! Jazz: Why? Me: What do you mean why? Revive the reader or I'll never let you come back into this story! Jazz: Alrigh' Alrigh' ah was just kiddin' -Revives you- Me: Oh thank Primus! I'm not going back to prison! XD
Anonymous BW FG: If the pede armor fits! XD I'm not going to lie to you, senior pics aren't that great. I spent two hours getting ready, and it took ten minutes.. I was so upset. I only got two one with the gown, and one with a cover up shaw thing. I don't play sports. I'm surprised I haven't gotten fat from sitting on my aft all the time. My mom sits there and looks out the window going. "Let's go play tennis, or maybe basketball. We can walk the dogs." I'm just like "Naw, lets watch T.V." XD
Luna Prime- Awesomeness: Yeahhhh, that chapter was just crazy. I don't know where it came from. (That's a lie. It came from my brain. I just don't why...)
Unicronia stared at the giant television that was placed in the middle of one of the rec room's wall. Two robots were going at each other, boxing. Unicronia's helm fell to the side as the human man decided to control the robot through mimicry.
"What are you watching?"
Unicronia glanced up at her second in command. "A movie called Real Steel."
Far Stop nodded. "Those bots are weak." He sat down on the giant couch next to his leader.
"You're telling me. One explosion and those guys are done for."
Far Stop looked over to Unicronia a huge smile on his face. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Depends. Are you thinking that we should build a dimensional traveler that will specifically take us to that dimension so we can beat the scrap out of those robots, and take the winning money, and then come back to this dimension so we can spend the money on a giant playground?"
Far Stop gave his commander a worried glance. "No."
"Then we probably are not thinking the same thing."
Fat Stop nodded. "I was thinking we should hold a boxing tournament for the bots on base."
"No. That would never be a success. My plan on the other hand..."
"Lady Unicronia, we are not building a machine to take us to a dimension pictured in a human movie!"
Unicronia glared at her SIC. "Fine. Be that way. Crush my dreams."
"When is Ratchet letting Wheeljack out of the closet."
"Wheeljack was allowed to leave two hours ago, but the humans keep making jokes about him coming out of the closet, and that he was still in the closet, and I was just a coy trick. He refuses to leave."
Far Stop laughed. "Your mech is a freak."
"Hmm, you're telling me."
"Did you know that Mimic is plotting to get into yours and Wheeljack's berths."
Unicronia laughed. "I was aware. He was laying on my recharge lab table this morining when I woke up in one of those poses the humans call 'sexy'."
Far Stop snorted. "You're lucky you don't share a room with him. I had to recharge with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe last night."
Unicronia shrugged. "And."
"It wouldn't have been so bad, if we didn't actually recharge."
Unicronia shrugged again. "What's wrong with recharging?"
Far Stop gave Unicronia sad look. "You poor femme. How many times have you interfaced?"
"If you're trying to say Wheeljack was my first, you are sadly mistaken."
"Seriously?"
Unicronia laughed. "You are sadly mistaken, my friend, but unfortunately, I refuse to tell you anything more!"
Far Stop pouted. "Meanie."
Unicronia stood up. "Well, I have to help Wheeljack out of the closet. I'll see you later. Oh, and the female humans were screaming in their waste room. I think Blobatron is in there. Get him out."
Far Stop scowled. "I just got out of the brig yesterday!"
"You know, nobody ever sent you to the brig, right?"
"I found that out when Inferno asked when I was going to stop bunking in there."
Unicronia laughed as she walked out of the rec room.
Unicronia slipped into the Med bay, and crossed her servos at Ratchet. "Do you see what you did to my poor mech?"
Ratchet snorted, and looked over to the closet where Wheeljack stood. "I do. It's highly amusing."
Unicronia smiled. "It is." She quickly straighted up her face. "But seriously. Tell the humans to leave him alone. This coming out of the closet thing technically can't apply to us. We have no genders, therefore, we can't be what they call, gay."
Ratchet smirked. "I'm amused though."
"You're amused by smacking people around with your wrench!"
"And you are amused by blowing up, and making evil inventions."
"Both of those may be true, but I would like Wheeljack back."
Ratchet looked over to Wheeljack. "He is free to go. I'm not keeping him in here. He just doesn't want to leave. Have you thought that he just likes me better than you?"
Unicronia's mouth plated hung open. "Are you challenging me?"
"No. I'm just saying. You may have scared the poor mech with your rough interface tendencies."
Unicronias lip components fell open. "How would you know?"
"Please. I'm a doctor. I don't disclose information of my patients."
"I did not hurt her! She did it to herself!" Unicronia shouted.
"Hey, whatever gets your ships off the ground."
"Ratchet!" Unicronia yelled.
"What was that femme's name again?"
"Ratchet!"
Ratchet smirked. "I'm done."
Unicronia sighed. "Thank Primus."
"For now."
"Ratchet!"
"Sorry, sorry. That was as amusing as Wheeljack." Ratchet flashed an innocent smile to Unicronia.
Unicronia pouted as she walked across the med bay to Wheeljack. "Let's go."
Wheeljack shook his helm. "I can't."
Unicronia frowned. "What do you mean. I brought you your armor. Why can't you leave?"
"You forgot the cod piece."
"I forgot the cod piece?"
"Yes."
Unicronia stared at Wheeljack. "I forgot the..." Wheeljack stared at her. Unicronia frowned. "...cod piece."
"Yeah."
Unicronia snorted. "Oops."
Wheeljack frowned. "Go and get it!"
"Right." Unicronia laughed. "Stay there, Wheeljack! I'll be right back!"
Wheeljack waved.
Unicronia burst through the Med bay doors. "Wheeljack! I can't find your cod piece!" she screamed from the entrance.
"Unicronia!" Wheeljack yelled.
Chuckles were heard from around the corner. Unicronia peeked and smiled. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Ratchet, Prowl, and Optimus stood there. The twins' chuckles turned to cackles, and Ratchet smirked. Optimus and Prowl looked to each other with awkward glances.
Unicronia giggled. "Oops." She ran over to Wheeljack. "I couldn't find your cod piece."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Wheeljack sighed. "Where did you throw it?"
Unicronia shrugged. "I don't remember."
"What am I supposed to do? Walk though base with a piece of scrap metal around my waist until I get back to my room?"
"I hate you."
"It was your idea."
"No, I mean the part where you painted on the scrap metal."
Unicronia looked down at Wheeljack's waist. The scrap metal had careful glyphs drawn across it. "It's not like the humans can read it."
Wheeljack sighed. "But I can."
"It's only a warning, Wheeljack."
"Unicronia, it says, and I quote, 'Wheeljack lost his codpiece in an amazing experiment. Do not pull on scrap metal.'"
Unicronia shrugged. "It was an amazing experiment."
Wheeljack stayed silent. "Yeah, I guess it was."
Unicronia sighed as she dug through Wheeljack's room. "Wheeljack, I don't see it."
Wheeljack groaned from searching under the berth. "I don't either."
"Where all did we interface?" Unicronia thought for a moment. "There was your lab, this room, did we go in my room too?"
"I don't remember. We got into the twins high grade after my lab, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well at least nobody lost a servo."
Unicronia stared at Wheeljack. "Do I want to know?"
"Probably not. Listen, my interface panel is getting cold, can we hurry? Maybe Red has us on footage."
Unicronia raised an optic ridge."Wouldn't mind having that video."
"Unicronia!"
"What? Oh. Did I say that aloud?"
"Yeah."
"Oops."
