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TF Prime: The Medical Grind by mfelizandy, literature

FMA: ASeries 'Homunculus' by mfelizandy, literature

TF: One Problem Solved by mfelizandy, literature

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TF: One Problem Solved

“Our reserves are that low?” Optimus Prime sounded more dismayed than surprised. “The Ark wasn’t fully fueled when we left Cybertron, Optimus.” Prowl reminded his commander needlessly. As usual, he sat in the seat to Optimus Prime’s right, with Ironhide watching from the left. “I remember,” the Prime answered. “And there’s no way to further stretch our current supplies?” “Not without putting some of us into stasis lock, sir.” Autobots almost never bothered with military formalities, but there were times when it provided a certain distance from the situation. “We

Arcee by mfelizandy, literature

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Arcee

Arcee waited. Her fingers closed gently around the gun in her lap. It wasn't hers—it belonged to Springer, and was thus heavier and bulkier than the one Arcee had lost somewhere in the streets of Caiphas. Normally, Springer would have insisted on holding down his own rifle. But Springer was propped against Arcee's shoulder, all his strength claimed by his self-repair mechanisms. There were booms and crashes from somewhere nearby—the Decepticons rampaging through the city, looking for the entrance to its power vaults. Rodimus and Magnus were out there somewhere, helping the native population as best they could against an all-out air ass

Ged Page Three Final by mfelizandy, literature

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Ged Page Three Final

The locals had the right idea. Ged grunted as he pushed against the nose of his plane. The men helping him push his prize possession back toward the fuel depot wore loose, lightweight shorts, woven straw hats, and sandals with protective leather toe caps. The women used lengths of brightly-colored cloth wound around their shoulders and chests to restrain their ample bosoms—and draw the male eye. The children, of which there appeared to be dozens, ran around—and occasionally under—the airplane in sandals and short overalls. The hot summer sun seemed to have focused directly on Ged's long-sleeved flight suit and thick boots. Within fiv

Sidebar: Ged's Plane by mfelizandy, literature

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Sidebar: Ged's Plane

Ged's airplane has been on my brain lately. So much so that it sent me digging around the Net looking for an Earthen template to use to describe it. In case anyone's interested, then, here's a ramble on the subject of Ged's P.L.R. Industries Longwing Firebee. I found this site with some lovely pictures of the Lockheed P-80 and T-33A Shooting Stars. Here's a link to some pictures and data about it. [http://www.aviation-history.com/lockheed/p80.html] That's the airframe template, the basic shape I've been picturing for Ged's plane. The image in my head is a bit different, though. The P-80 is a 1940s design, which is just about right for

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Keys and Locks, Part 3 of 3 by mfelizandy, literature

Keys and Locks, Part 2 of 3 by mfelizandy, literature

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TF Prime: The Medical Grind by mfelizandy, literature

Secondary Infection, Chapter 1 by mfelizandy, literature

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Secondary Infection, Chapter 1

The alarm went off, and the voice of a news reader boomed to life. "…traffic on the Cross-Node interchange is backed up, authorities estimate it'll take at least a microsecond to clean up." Wayne MacHewlett, M.D., jerked awake with a gasp all out of proportion to the traffic report. His dog, curled in a snug ball at the foot of the bed, lifted his head and wagged his tail lazily. Wayne blinked, then shook his head and reached toward the nightstand. "Sorry about that, Roscoe," he told the dog as he shut off the radio. The sprite swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. He stared off into space for a moment, absently ru

Secondary Infection, Chapter 2 by mfelizandy, literature

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Secondary Infection, Chapter 2

Davic obligingly Portaled Wayne directly into the Ward's main supply room. Unfortunately, the Portal opened an arm's length away from a pair of interns, who knocked things over in their startled scramble. Wayne exited the Portal to find a stack of boxes toppling toward him. He crouched and tucked his head under his hands. Several loud thumps and a whistle later, Wayne looked up. He was surrounded by shredded bits of what had been boxes of sterile gloves. Davic stood over Wayne with Caen leveled at Rudyard and Cass, who'd apparently knocked over the boxes and now cowered in the far corner. Caen was glowing all along its length

TF: Prelude 'Prowl' by mfelizandy, literature

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TF: Prelude 'Prowl'

[Got incoming for you, Lieutenant.] The comm tech's signal was friendly enough, but it interrupted an in-depth analysis. The analyst so addressed considered his startled ping reproach enough for the impropriety. His commanding officer did not. [This had better be good, Sergeant. We're backlogged.] [Begging your pardon, sir, but the transmission's priority-coded.] Silence. By this point, the entire Tactical section had paused to listen. Priority encryption meant a direct link from someone in Senior Command. [Put it through, Sergeant. And the rest of you quit wasting your uptime! We've got work to do!] Th

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Favourite cartoon character: Multiple Autobots--Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz, Hound, Ratchet, Wheeljack...and a couple of OCs I'm rather proud of.

Favourite Visual Artist

The ones who drew the stuff in my favs gallery!

Favourite Movies

"Paint Your Wagon", "The Great Race", FFVII: Advent Children

Favourite TV Shows

Transformers: Prime

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Enya, AC Rock, Dvorak, John Williams, Barbershop quartets...

Favourite Books

That's a long, long list.

Favourite Writers

Spider Robinson, Janet Evanovich, C.J. Cherryh...

Favourite Games

Dawn of Discovery, the Sims 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

My PC--which will be upgraded someday

Tools of the Trade

My beloved PC. Sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. (I hate sharpening pencils.)

Other Interests

Fanart collector--especially G1 or TFP TFs and FMA

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mfelizandy

Sep 17, 2013

Reader participation time!

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Having just re-watched a lot of Transformers Prime (as research for my newest fics, of course), I'm now convinced that it's not just my TV or my monitor.  It could all be in my head, though.  So, TFP fans--am I imagining it, or do Ratchet's optics take on a greenish stain after his adventure with synthetic energon?  They certainly appear to change color between the beginning of Season 1 and the middle of Season 2, though the green is more obvious in some shots than it is in others.  Do you see it too?

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mfelizandy

Sep 17, 2013

And then there was fic...

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After however many years, I finally posted some new fanfic.  It's Transformers: Prime, was inspired by some art I found while wandering around here on DA, and (as usual) ran about three times as long I originally expected it to.  But I'm happy with it--I got to flesh out some backstory for some of my favorite bots, and any time I get to watch TFP and call it "research" is a good time.

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Dec 19, 2006

Arcee Ficlet posted

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I was browsing through my rescued files after nursing my computer through an operating system catastrophe, and found a spot Arcee fic that I wrote quite some time ago, and forgot about.  I originally meant to incorporate it into a larger story, but Arcee vetoed that--she thinks the scene says all that needs to be said.  I'm hoping some readers weigh in to agree or disagree. Personally, I'm rather busy right now.  I'm on a work-from-home contract paralegal job right now, reviewing thousands of legal documents and categorizing them for the attorneys on the case.  This makes folding laundry and washing dishes seem like fun, in comparison.  I'm