Any Pronouns, They/Them prefered Hi! Call me Fox, don't forget I have a gun >;3 All comments welcome! Except for hate of any kind to any persons, the gun is here for a reason
Also I think Blurr would rather quickly discover that Shockwave is the angel from the story. I always give human Shockwave albinism to match his blank shiny white paint from IDW. SO. Human Shockwave has white hair and very light eyes and his ship is also all light and brand new. It a very strong contrast with Blurr’s world of old worn out dying metal coffins with angry hungry desperate people trying to stay sane.
Anyway I am getting sidetracked. Blurr sees Shockwave and his brain goes WTF because Albinism is pretty rare even when you have a whole planet full of people. But when it’s just a bunch of space stations? Yeah no Blurr quite literally never seen people looking like that. So he is staring rather intensely and then in an attempt to nervously joke goes “So what are you sent to save the stars?” and instead of getting confused or laughing Shockwave just goes “Yes that’s the plan.”
And THIS is where Blurr’s anxiety promptly doubles because HOLY SHIT CAN THIS BE?? NO?. YES?¿ He found the angel OR RATHER THE ANGEL FOUND HIM?? AND SAVED HIM. AND THE ANGEL IS NOT AN IMMORTAL GODLY CREATURE he knows the story he knows the future the angel is going to fail the angel is going to disappear among the stars forever
So we've talked so far about Blurr being like 'OMG WOW SO MUCH SPACE TO MYSELF??? FREAKING AMAZING???'
But like can you imagine it's time to sleep, and like. It's his first time sleeping in a place that's 'his' and he just. Can't sleep?
Because listen. There's SO MUCH SPACE suddenly. There's so much space he can't hear anyone's breathing or shifting and he can't feel anyone's warmth and suddenly all of the space is bad and it's too open and there's not enough- anything, to feel safe, because even if he keeps his back to a wall in a corner that just keeps his front - arguably most vulnerable side - open and if he turns around he can't see if anything/one is coming -
Cut to him sneaking his way closer to Shockwave to find a crevice to cram himself into that he can hear Shockwave from and is also easy to remove himself from (because claustrophobia and kenophobia are hard to deal with at the same time)
OR he goes to Shockwave directly and begs him to sleep back to back with him so that he's protected
OR Shockwave comes back in to check on him or because he forgot (to give him) something and stumbles on Blurr having a panic attack, pushed as far into the corner as he can possibly be, curled up to be as small as possible, and Shockwave comforts him
OR secret fourth option? Maybe?? Idk man I'm a sucker for unusual/uncommon hurts/phobias/problems to be uniquely comforted ┐('～`)┌
Alr alr I'm SORRY for doing this to yall but I was listening to "Coming Home - Part ll /Bonus Track" by Skylar Grey and...well...I got distracted again 🥲 LISTEN THO THE ANGST THE HURT/COMFORT THAT CAN COME OUT OF SIBLINGS SEPARATED BY WAR AND THE COSMOS-! Just! Agh!
Anyways...
As always credit to the absoutely incredible and talented @keferon for the Mecha Pilot Jazz AU, it continues to inspire me!
Fic under the cut
Jazz wasn't entirely sure what it was. How to explain it.
One minute he was on one of the tables in the rec room as he chatted with his Autobot pals, mecha parked next to it for easy access.
The next he was in his mecha, connected and sprinting to the bridge.
There was no warning. No buildup. No evidence, no logic. Nothing that should have triggered the response.
He tore through the Lost Light in a path of chaos, leaving shock, confusion and panic in his wake.
He was halfway to the bridge when his first conscious thought registered.
It's here.
It was just a whisper, an instinct, a feeling.
It's here.
He pushed harder, ran faster.
It's here.
By the time he reached the bridge everyone was on high alert, Red Alert sparking between the horns and a couple mechs ready to grab their weapons.
It's here.
Jazz hardly noticed them all. He leapt over consoles and heads to the front window, pressing his face to the glass.
"It's here...!" He whispered.
There, in front of him, off the right side of the ship, was the Milky Way Galaxy.
A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his daze.
"Jazz? Are you alright?" Prowl's voice was hard to hear through the ringing in his ears.
"It's here!" Jazz practically wheezed out. He felt like he couldn't breathe. "It's right there!"
Jazz saw Prowl frown out of the corner of Bebop's vision. "What's here?"
Jazz finally tore his eyes from the window, turning slowly to face Prowl. Despite any way of recognizing Jazz's emotions while he was in his mech, Prowl's eyes widened as they met his visor, before Jazz even opened his mouth.
"Home."
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It was a month before they found the right arm of the spiral galaxy, and another week after that to find and reach the right solar system, and it felt both like eternity and only a moment.
Jazz was on the bridge again, visor pressed to the glass as he watched the Lost Light come out of hyper speed.
And there it was.
It was barely visible from Jupiter, where they had slowed down to approach at a more cautious pace.
The Sun was blinding, reflecting off of the 2 planets between Jazz and Earth.
Home.
They passed Ceres and Mars quickly, and Jazz felt tears stream down his face at the sight of Earth in all its beautiful glory.
He turned and started a new mad dash across the ship, this time to the main airlock. He hardly felt it when they entered the atmosphere, skidding to a stop and bouncing impatiently as he reached the doors.
Once the ship landed, the airlock doors unlocked and Jazz practically punched the panel to open them, leaping out onto the flattened out plains of Minnesota, as soon as there was enough space. Mille Lacs Lake was visible in the distance, ruins of Brainerd and St. Cloud scattered across the barren landscape.
Jazz stood in front of the ship for a moment, just staring out at the broken land around him.
A loud whoop broke the silence, and Jazz only recognized it as his own voice a moment later as he began running and jumping around, crying out his excitement to the earth and sky surrounding him.
When he finally turned back to the ship, cheeks and eyes burning from smiling so wide and running out of tears, Prowl was standing just outside of the airlock with a tiny smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
The sky was dark, clouds promising rain with a deep roll of thunder that made Prowl jump slightly, looking up in surprise. Jazz ran to him, grabbing his servos and pulling him out into the rain as it started to drizzle.
Jazz danced in the rain, dragging Prowl along with him as they laughed in absolute joy.
They started to settle down as the rain really started to pick up, but Bebop's sensors picked up something large heading right for them.
Several of them, actually. Moving fast.
Jazz turned, pulling Prowl behind him just as they came into sight from around the ruins in the distance.
Jazz froze, new tears springing to his eyes, breath caught in his chest.
He saw the lead mech falter, orange visor flashing, before it picked up more speed, throwing standard caution to the wind.
Jazz mirrored it, sprinting towards the mech that mirrored his in all but color, vision blurring and lungs screaming as his heart pounded in his chest.
Jazz slowed just enough to catch Ricochet as they collided, swinging him around to prevent their momentum from doing any damage. When he finally let Rico's feet touch the floor again they dropped to the ground, clutching each other through their mechs.
They didn't move for a long while, sobbing in each others arms, too afraid it was all a dream to let go so soon. When Jazz finally pulled away, just enough to look Rico in the visor, he noticed the Terror Twins flanking them.
Jazz quickly pulled Rico to his feet. Now in a bit clearer state of mind, he sent a comm. connection request to Rico for the first time in years, holding his breath until it went through.
"Jazz- you're- you're actually- you're here, you're here and you're alive-"
Jazz let out a small sob at the sound of his brother's voice, nodding frantically.
"I'm here! I'm here, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you, but I'm here now and you're still alive and you're okay-"
Rico pulled Jazz into another hug, repeating 'you're here' and 'you're okay' in a whisper.
Jazz finally pulled in a deep breath, for the first time in a long while feeling free.
I'm home.
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Omg this took literally FOREVER to finish, just went back and checked and I PROMISED YOU ALL THIS FIC IN JANUARY
What is even my life anymore
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, there wasn't really much jp in this one but I'm working on more I promise!
Let me know if you guys want part two of this, I have some of it written but dialogue is so hard.
As always, I hope you all have a wonderful next 24 hours!
normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3
Alright people I need help. I. Have. LOST. My DRAFT. PLEASE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET IT BACK. I was working on the fic and now I cannot FIND it, how do I look at my drafts???
Ok so I know I said I was working on a fic for the Mecha Pilot Jazz AU by @keferon, but then I heard the song Eternity by Alex Warren and my brain immediately went RICOCHET POV AFTER JAZZ GOT FUVKING TELEPORTED ACROSS SPACE and now I'm listening to it on repeat while writing this, soooo.....enjoy (I hope) the side quest fic? Lmao
Sirens blaring, the docking station is bathed in red lights as all the pilots clamber into their mechas.
Another day, another kaiju attack.
Ricochet quickly suited up, connected to his mecha, and deployed with the rest of his unit.
Well. Most of them.
He vicously pushed that thought down, sprinting towards the battle, shooting down the nearest small kaijus as they came into range.
He fought alongside his brothers fellow pilots for hours, staving off the latest invasion. Lately, each wave has been getting more and more difficult and losing an entire mech has made training new pilots even harder.
Disconnecting from his mecha wasn't funny anymore was feeling more tedious, the side effects making it harder to get back to his room fast enough.
He turned down every invitation to hang out or celebrate their victory, and while it was, admittably, harsh, he was never as good with people as him didn't have the energy to pretend.
Ricochet stumbled his way down the halls, trying to avoid people like he taught him as much as possible, locking his door as he finally closed it behind him.
Whole body trembling, he only made it a step into their his room before he collapsed into a heap on the floor.
It was quiet it should never be quiet enough that his shallow, quick breaths seemed to echo in the empty it shouldn't be this empty space.
The tears running down his face burned, his vision blurring.
He wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing tightly to try to physically hold himself together it's not enough it's never enough-
He sobbed, ribs constricting his lungs, keeping him from pulling in a deep breath.
He can't get enough air, can't see enough to know where he is, can't think enough to move, can't feel enough to live- there isn't enough, it's not enough it's not enough it's not enough it's not enough it's noT ENOUGH-
How was anything ever supposed to be enough again, when every battle had one less mech, when every room had one less person, one less smile, one less laugh, one less voice, one less-
How was Ricochet ever supposed to have enough, be enough, again, when every time he reached out he only ever met open air, when every time he tried to sing there was no melody to match, when every time he had to fight there was no one at his back?
How was he supposed to live without his brother, his guide, his protecter, his comfort, his partner, his other half-
But he had to anyway. Because if Jazz were here instead of Ricochet, he would keep going.
Failure is not a mother fucking option.
He's heard Jazz say it before, seen him live by it, over and over and over again.
And Ricochet can do it too.
He won't let Jazz down.
The day Ricochet meets Jazz again will be the day he is welcomed home after a bloody battle, after taking as many kaiju down with him as he can.
Wait for me, Jazz. I'll make you proud before I join you.
Alright! Sorry it's a bit rough, I'm a little rusty and honestly exhausted, but I knew I'd never get the other fic written if I didn't write this, so yeah. Took the line 'failure is not a motherfucking option' from @sightseertrespasser's Odds of Survival fic because when I read it I just loved it so much, it just felt so much like Jazz. I hope you don't mind 😅
Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed and as always, I hope you have a wonderful 24 hours!
Heyyyy everyone! So! I would like to inform anyone who might care that I'm going to write a little fic for @keferon's Mecha Pilot Jazz AU, because it has been running around throwing ideas to bounce all over my freaking brain for WEEKS now and I fear the only way to live like a normal person again will be to expel it in some way, so...
I am currently in the planning stages, but I will be posting it here hopefully sometime in the near future, depending on how much free time I have and if I can english long enough to get it out T~T
Anyways, look out for that I guess and I hope you all are having a wonderful 24 hours!
Hello hello! Greetings to all! It's been a crazy couple of months, but here I am with some old jp drawings! I meant to post these a long time ago, but then life happened :p
So! @keferon is/was instrumental in helping me figure out how to draw transformers, and they absolutely deserve to be recognized for their incredible aus and character designs, so if you don't already know them go check them out!
Anyways, here are a couple drawings I made based on their designs!
Jazz is based off of kef's Reverse Mecha AU's minibot!Jazz design and Prowl is based off of their MoMU Prowl design!
And an extra little Jazz doodle because I strangely find him so much easier to draw than Prowl half the time:
If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.
Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.
Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.
Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.
This is legit good writing advice, especially the first bullet point! In playwriting class we did a bit where every bit of dialogue had to be an accusatory question and it was glorious.
Hello everybody! This is my first post, and the best way to celebrate imo is to promote @glitchgh0sty !!! One of my fav artists, go check them out plss! <333
Anyways, I made art! Glitch's Jazz from their Decepticon!Prowl AU!
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