Author has written 1 story for Psych.
Yep, that's the name. And the game is Transformers!
Well, specifically two. Ironhide and Bumblebee. They're my top favorites.
But of course, there's Optimus, Elita-1, Chromia(such a perfect match for Ironhide), and now I'm adding Ratchet to the list. I also kinda like Barricade, but only because I like to think of him as an ex-Con.
Yep, I'm Autobots all the way. Give me a good weapon and I'll blow any 'Con I meet away. Laser blaster preferably.
As of late, I find myself aggrevated by the world-as-we-know-it and have fled to the world of fanfiction where I can finally talk to someone sane.
I also like Psych, Flashpoint, and Avatar. I have a fic for Psych that is currently on hiatus, if you have any suggestions or ideas, please PM me.
I'm working on a fic for TF, which is my top priority; I will be posting the first chapter as soon as possible. Hopefully sometime this week.
Random(and sometimes not-so-random) Quotes:
'*stepping on fountain in the Witwicky's backyard* Oops... Sorry. My bad.' - Optimus Prime
'Clicking mischievously, Bumblebee found an appropriate sound clip of a suitably irritating voice. "Polly wanna cracker?"
Once again, the others simply stared, not immediately understanding the reference.
Sam could not help it. One hand went up to his mouth, but that was not enough to hold back the snickers that were soon shaking his frame, completely destroying his former seriousness. "Bee, you rascal!"
"Bumblebee…" Optimus warned disapprovingly, clearly having researched the cultural reference.
Bumblebee shrugged and gestured helplessly, making his optics as large as possible.
Until two small, soft missiles bounced off the side of his helm.
With a squeak of surprise, he looked down at his palm to find Sam sitting there minus his shoes – identifying the missiles – and still laughing uncontrollably, clutching his abdomen as tears streaked down his face.
"Primus, they're as bad as the twins." Jolt muttered.
"Excuse me?" Sam demanded, looking for the insulting mech.
"I resemble that remark!" Bumblebee echoed indignantly.
Sam turned to look up at him. "It's 'resent' you lug nut."
The young human in his hand groaned dramatically, face palming, but the playful interaction brought chuckles from a majority of the gathered Autobots, effectively easing the tension in the conference room.' - Bumblebee and Sam, More Than a Guardian, Chapter 11