6 Works by SinSpark
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There's Harmony in Hesitation by SinSpark
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers Generation One
11 Aug 2025
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Meister really needs the reigning Prime's personal enforcer to stop thwarting his badly thought out murder plans. Don't worry about the upholstery; he'll make sure everything looks just as neat and dull as it did before.
Meanwhile, Prowl's helmache is only getting worse. Between the unsettlingly charming and kind of feral assassin that seems to appear out of thin air and the childish Prime that thinks the assassination attempts are funny, being stabbed is apparently the least of his concerns. If the assassin were one of his own agents, Prowl would surely deliver a stern lecture on discretion and the imprudence of engaging in bets with a success rate lower than twenty percent. At this point, Prowl wasn't even sure if he was trying.
Trying his patience though? Definitely.
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- Part 1 of Echoes in Dissonance
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Chasing Fantasies by SinSpark
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game)
26 Mar 2025
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"I've never met a beast I couldn’t love."
Newt’s hazel eyes lock onto yours, raw and unwavering, even through the haze of pain. There’s no fear in them, no hesitation—only quiet conviction. And somehow, that makes it worse.
A bitter smile tugs at your lips, but it crumbles before it reaches your eyes. “If only, Newt… If only I were just a beast.” His bloodied hand clenches tighter around the splintered, broken wand, jagged wood biting deep into his palm as he tries to keep the charm going. He doesn’t seem to care. Maybe he doesn’t even feel it. All his focus is on you—on saving you.
And it’ll ruin him.
You turn away, gritting your teeth. Breaking the seals on your magic feels like peeling your soul apart, and the dark power spills out in heavy waves, crawling over your skin like boiling oil seeping into every crevice. You aren't sure if you'll be coming back from this, if there will be anything left to recognize. You glance at the elder Scamander, your voice sharp and flat. “You better take care of him, Theseus." The magic thrums, growing wild and ravenous, stripping apart everything you'd built for the last decade in a matter of seconds.
“He deserves better than to love a monster.”
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How to Tame Your Seeker by SinSpark
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers Generation One
29 Jul 2024
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Come one, come all, to Blurr's class of how to tame yourself a seeker. How you may ask?
Food, a heavy helping of shiny objects (read: Glitter), and accidental heavy wing petting. Just bake it till you make it and soon enough you'll have one stumbling after your pedes. Even if that wasn't your intention.
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Blurr was just trying to get by. Sure this wasn't exactly how he imagined running a bar, but, eh, it was close enough. I mean, at least there was a bar attached to the bakery he found himself in charge of. Apparently, he's got a natural talent of the food variety.Now he just needed to figure out how to shake this slagging persistent seeker off his arm while not pissing his handler off any more than he already has. He isn't sure how much longer he can pretend everything was fine while slinging batter around, covered in edible glitter (that has to be a food safety violation).
The war was supposed to be over, but Blurr couldn't help feeling like it was just a catalyst for something worse.
Yeah....... Definitely worse.
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A Medal Among Ghosts by SinSpark
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)
29 Feb 2024
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My submission for Noritaro's Valentine's Event. Written for Maningrey.
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Rotorstorm could still feel the soreness in his chassis where the brand new medal had been soldered to his protoform just moments prior. He swallowed thickly and dug his pedes harder into the ground beneath him, trying to stop the shaking in his legs. Squeezing his servos shut, he sneered at the white mech in front of him.
Jetstream had shown up. After vorns of being gone from his life, his old instructor had shown up at his award ceremony. Rotorstorm felt a sickness in his tanks. Cold fury seeped through his frame and he was pretty sure he would have ripped the mech to pieces if it wasn't for Ratchet's firm grip on his arm.
Either that or cry. Perhaps both, at the same time.
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Isami had stopped counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours of every day. Everything had blurred together in laughable delirium. The interrogator's unending repetitive line of questioning was based on fallacies. He knew that, they knew that. Yet here they were still; the sick and twisted man stood sneering at him. He could feel the anxiety, terror, and exhaustion clawing at the back of his throat.
He wasn't a terrorist.
He wasn't sure when he'd started begging.
A large metal finger ran down the side of his cheek and Isami fought the instinctive reaction to jerk away.
"Isami?" [Is...aAKzt...m...?]
He was seeing double. Bravern, split in two. One; shiny, full-bodied, bursting with vigor and burning ferocity. The other; rusted and tired, his throat a gaping maw of decimated machinery. Pain radiated through his body, the location and intensity felt strangely different from before.
Isami was only certain of one thing.
Reality was slipping through his blood soaked fingers and the harder he fought to grasp it, the further it danced out of his reach.
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From These Infernal Bonds We Cry by SinSpark
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
20 Oct 2023
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Drift ran a servo over his mouth while staring out at the starship that had for better or worse, been his home for the last several years. Scrapes and dents blemished the outside hull of the Lost Light, an unknown list of damages hidden by twisted metal. Brainstorm peeked his head out from one of the many holes lining the side of the ship, a nervous glint in his visor. “Uh. Guys? I don’t remember Earth looking this...colorful?”
Drift was going to kill Rodimus. Once he figured out where in the slagging pit they were.
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Cingetorix’s life went from pathetically simple to downright strange in the ten minutes it took to stumble across the (sapient?) construct bent over an old rusted toaster, sobbing into it’s little hands. (Okay, not at all little, not for a nine maybe ten foot tall being).Heh. To think she thought playing chicken with her estranged master was difficult and unnecessarily convoluted. Now she can check off ‘guiding a mentally ill construct who swears his toaster is oppressed and in need of medical attention back to his equally confused crewmates’ from her bucket list. Seems simple enough, right? If only he would stop scolding her every five minutes for using her compass against it’s will.