Transformation sequence idea for Jazz: Have it be like Suite Precure with the music scores and everything
OHMYGOD????? JUST WATCHED IT AND I'M IN LOVE WITH THE SOUND EFFECTS
Tho gotta say, since Star guardians were my inspiration for this and now seeing these transformation sequences, I like that they're not so different (almost every magical girl transformation but yk), what changes the most is the background music for the transformation. NOW HERE I'M BEING BIASED AS HELL WHWJJE but I prefer SG since it's more.. it somehow sounds more tragic(? And boy I live for that MM MM, and also bc I think it fits with how I envision the Magical Bots (I like making them suffer aight)
Everyone is free to imagine/interpret the transformation however they want! This is just my personal preference :))
Saying that, y'all should def listen to this song, y'all should def listen to all of the star guardian songs— BWHEJEJ
can i- i mean we see more magical bot rodimus.. pretty please hes so pretty
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HERE AT LAST! lawd sorry I took so long but he's here, drawing him was quite fun :D
I kinda imagine his transformation starting by being somewhat enveloped by a tornado of fire, and once he's done with the magical transformation the fire disperses ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
Back with the spider-man au, with big decepticorp being the big bad, are the villains semi one to ones with Spider-Man villains like Kingpin being Megatron or something.
If so I have some silly suggestions: Starscream as the vulture, Tarantulas as Doc Ock, Lockdown as Kraven the hunter, Soundwave as Mysterio
Also J Jonah Jameson as Blaster would be kind of evil. Like imagine Blaster is Jazz's best friend but runs a Spider-woman hate blog that eventually lands her a job as a journalist.
(also do Jazz and Prowl have designs for this?)
YEAH, Shockwave for example is the one who runs the corporation and he's based on Dr. Connors HEH
KINGPIN AS MEGATRON IS SO GOOODD, I had an idea for what I wanted to do with Megatron but it was like very sketchy.. I wanted him to start off as good when Spider-Woman recently got her powers, later on after the fall of the corporation he would become a villain. Why? That's for another time
SILLY SUGGESTIONS YESSS, THEY ALL FIT SO WELL I LOVE IT!!! Soundwave as Mysterio is giving me a ton of angsty ideas..
If I thought I was evil, making Blaster J Jonah Jameson is WILDD BAHWHEHH, but ngl I only can see Blaster being such a supportive friend to Jazz. Even more when she discovered Jazz's identity, they both would be the Ned and Peter duo
Answering the last thing, yes. They did have designs but that was when I didn't change the au yet, there they were teenagers. But seeing ppl interested in this au has made me feel hyped about it again, I'll probably redesign the sillies in the future :))
(the idea of Prowl having a motorcycle in this au STAYS.)
YURI SPIDERMAN AU?! I am deeply interested and must know what it is (if your willing to spare your thoughts)
OOF BOYY PREPARE FOR SOME REAAL YAP BAHAHS
It's an au where Jazz is Spider-man (more like Spider-woman) and Prowl is basically Gwen Stacy/MJ, but here they're both adults and Prowl is a cop. I took the Amazing Spider-Man movies as a base for the story and Jazz's personality because ughhggh love those movies with all my heart.
Gotta say I ping-ponged this au left and right because I couldn't decide on what to do with it BUUT I think the final thing is okay-ish??
In a summary Jazz and Prowl end up working together to dismantle a completely unethical corporation that ended up with them discovering that the whole government is corrupt. In a longer version it goes down like this:
Jazz is struggling to maintain her life afloat, keeping her personal life aside from her superhero one isn't easy by any means. The whole superhero job has been taking most of her personal life time already. Just a year ago she decided to move out from her Uncle's house so it would be easier for her to maintain the whole superhero thing a secret, sneaking out and making up excuses was tiring.
Aside from keeping the city safe from any danger, she's also on personal side mission: to find her sister.
Jazz's older sister Ricolyn was a dedicated journalist on informing the people with nothing else but the truth. Supposedly, her sister passed away in a car accident, but Jazz didn't believe that lie, not anymore. She was very young back then but she knew how stupidly stubborn Ricolyn could be. Whatever it was that she was investigating, it had been the same thing that took her sister away from her.
The first few months dealing with the grief, Jazz hadn't dared put a step in her sister's room. That was until one day, she was walking through the corridor when she noticed the door was slightly open. She took a slight peek, that was when she spotted multiple notebooks and papers scattered all over the floor.
Curiosity had taken over her, before she realized she was already walking into her sister's room. She found herself kneeling in front of the scattered notes she started reading. It was right then when Jazz started doubting the real cause after her sister's death.
Over the past few years there have been multiple ongoing cases of disappearances, the media didn't bother to mention it on the news since most, if not all of the missing persons were alcoholics, drug addicts, homeless people, etc. Society didn't give a damn about them, why would they care now? It wasn't worthy of mentioning, even less of investigating when the reason or cause for their disappearances were "obvious". Apparently, Ricolyn didn't share that thought. Further reading upon her notes, Decepticorp, a corporation whose fame proceeded in its advancement in the medical field, specifically genetically modified technology was mentioned multiple times on her sister's notes.
Jazz had been wary of the corporation's moves ever since, gaining powers has been an obstacle at first but later it had given her the upper hand.
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Prowl is a cop who takes her job very seriously, others just see her as a woman with no enjoyment for life whatsoever, but what there is to enjoy when there's so much left to do?
The woman had what you could define as a special interest in old cases, if you asked Prowl herself she'd tell you there could not be a case that could go unsolved, there was always a solution.
The multiple disappearances case had long been unsolved, it had gone cold, forgotten. And Prowl was determined to find something, anything that'd let her to reopen the case.
Prowl's opinion on the self proclaimed superhero is.. something. She had encountered the woman several times, always on the scene. However, in Prowl's eyes she's nothing more but just another citizen. She has no right to intervine what it's her job.
Prowl and Jazz's (Spider-Woman) relationship reduces to a "ridiculous chase" you could say, Prowl has been trying to arrest Jazz multiple times now but you can tell she hasn't been successful. Jazz just takes the whole situation as a joke, making fun of the overly serious cop makes her day a little brighter.
She's such a ragebaiter lol
Want to add I yapped so many times about this au with my homie @nauschka who wrote this absolute masterpiece MMM MMM
Damn it, this hurts! With a hand on her flank, pressing over the graze wound by the bullet that barely missed her internals, Jazz used the wall as support, trying to get further away from the police commotion, somewhere safe where she could rest for a bit and wait for her mutated body to kick into gear. Fortunately, the scene demanded the attention of the few lone people walking on the streets of NYC, who didn't bat an eye towards the limping Spider-woman in the semi-shadows of the street. Only a bit further, Jazz ducked into a sidestreet, away from the streetlights to then sink down with a relieved sigh just behind a big dumpster.
"Ugh, son of a bitch!" She hisses, as a wrong move aggravated the wound. Lifting her hand, it came away red—as expected. With a clenched jaw, she carefully inspected the hole in her suit and the skin and flesh underneath. Indeed, a long slice along her side showed where the bullet nearly missed her, burning the surrounding skin and ripping into the first layer of muscle. A thin streak of blood trickled down and soaked up into her suit. A good sign, since that meant her body was high set on knitting her back together. I’ve had worse than this. She thought as she covered back up, gingerly pressing the hand on top. Jazz had just closed her eyes, head thunking back against the brick wall, when a near silent *thud* had her tense up, eyes snapping open on high alert.
From all the threats running around at night, she hadn't expected Prowl to show around the dumpster. Frozen in place, Prowl stared down at her, something akin to surprise on her face. Perhaps she hadn't thought to actually 'catch' Spider-woman here, going after her merely for the sake of it.
".. Well. This is awkward." Willing her mind to stay focused even as tremors of pain rippled up and down her spine, Jazz allowed herself to relax a fraction, just to not make healing harder for herself.
That didn't mean she didn't watch the officer like a hawk, calculating her posture and an immediate way out if she had to. Swinging away or climbing up the wall, pick your poison. As Prowl came more into view, hands held up to signal she was empty-handed, Jazz took note that her spidersense didn't even make a peep. Maybe because Prowl didn't pose a threat right now? There was no way the cop would pass up a chance to get the upper hand over Spider-woman.
"Me being here or you getting shot?" Prowl quipped back, her gaze flitting over the sitting form.
Point proven.
Slowly, the officer lowered into a crouch where she was, a good meter in front of Jazz, balancing on her toes, wrists resting on her knees. "I suspected you were injured but it seems worse than I thought."
"Nothin' I can't handle. Needs a lot more to take me down." Jazz smirked, but her voice didn't carry any cheerful flirtation for a change.
"Right. Is overestimating yourself the reason you were behaving more reckless than usual today?"
"You're one to talk," She bristled in indignation then, a mediocre mood souring quickly. "I had the situation under control until you guys showed up. You did nothing but spook the heck outta this guy! I wouldn't be in this situation if you and your little friends didn't barge in like that. That’s all cops do anyway, make things worse for people that are already at the bottom." Jazz muttered in disgust, head tilting to stare down the alley.
"Do not belittle my efforts to help." Prowl's sudden sharp voice had Jazz glance back at her. In the shadows, Prowl's displeased frown and narrowed eyes were even more pronounced, her lax fingers curling inward. "I am well aware of the corruption infesting the police force, but don't you dare, try and lump me in with them. I am not one of them. I always do my utmost best to help, now and in the past. I did not even have my gun drawn from my holster, if your memory needs a refresh."
Jazz pressed her lips together, staring mutely back at the cop, hoping her annoyance could be felt even with the mask in the way. This went on for several long seconds until Prowl sighed.
"Look, I did not come here to fight,” she said, rubbing her temple in what seemed a frustrated manner. “ I obviously saw you get shot at, and I don't know how—” Prowl gestured vaguely up and down Jazz's body. “This works," Prowl gestured vaguely up and down Jazz's body. "but I know that you can bleed so for a fact, I know that you can also die. So," Shifting into a kneel, the action brought her ever closer. "May I have a look?"
"No."
The flat-out denial was instant. Jazz would not take any help from someone on the force, no matter how cute they were. "Actually, I suggest you let this," She mimicked the gesture with her free hand, "do its work and get on outta here. I bet you have places to be."
"Not really. The others can handle clean-up duty for a change." Stubborn as ever, Prowl didn't budge. "I can see the blood patch is bigger than your hand, your voice is not as steady as normally, your breathing is louder and somewhat ragged, and you are not doing yourself a favor by sitting on the ground. Just- have me have a look. I can at least put a bandaid on."
"You and what supplies."
As if waiting for more suspicion, Prowl reached behind her back, which made Jazz tense up completely, feet pressing onto the ground and muscles ready to spring up at any moment. However, the cop revealed two little rolls wrapped in plastic from one of her pouches on her belt. "Emergency bandaids." Prowl explained, matter of fact, holding her palm out for Jazz to see. "I always have them with me."
Unsure, Jazz's body lost tension for the nth time this night, the stress and non-stop vigilance sure taking its toll. After a long moment, she admitted defeat, taking her hand off the wound. "Whatever."
Wasting no time, Prowl shuffled close. Jazz felt more awkward than that one time where she 'stopped a molesting creepy guy' from harassing a young woman, only to realize she interrupted a make-out session. People these days have no shame.
Cold fingers touched her skin, assessing the damage by pressing gently at her flank and around the wound. Prowl peeled away the ripped cloth, tilting her head to better see. What followed was a downtick to the corners of her mouth, before picking up one of the rolls.
"I've never seen anyone having bandaids with them." Jazz commented off-handedly, listening to the crinkling of the plastic as she stared ahead.
"It is not the equipment you would find police carrying on their day-to-day patrols."
"So, it's more of a 'you' thing?"
"Correct... is there a way to free your torso?"
Jazz looked down on herself despite knowing the answer. "Nah. It's kinda a one piece. Two piece, if you count the mask." Aaaand great. Keep running your mouth, why don't cha.
"I see. No choice then. I will start to wrap this around you now."
Making an affirmative noise, Jazz let the other do as she wanted, concentrating on simple be without thinking too much. Mutated powers be as they may, it doesn't change the fact that she got shot at. The repetitive motion of hands working back and forth around her torso didn't do her any favor. Feeling her eyes droop more and more, Jazz only jerked a bit as something was pressed to her injured side, and then the wrapping continued.
"I'm finished."
Reluctantly, Jazz opened her eyes. When and why did she ever let them slip close was beyond her. Awkwardly, she focused her vision on looking at the opposing brickwall. A very interesting wall if you put your mind to it. She felt cold and hot all over, the tremors didn't stop so much as died down to occasional shivers. Breathing had devolved into little, almost non-existent quiet gasps, feeling light-headed as time passed by. The make-shift bandage around her felt secure, tight enough to stop the bleeding but not too much to hinder anything else.
".. Thanks." Jazz got out, after her brain registered that Prowl was waiting for some kind of response, still kneeling beside her amidst the trash.
Another mouthful of air was swallowed.
"Looking fresh as ever." Dragging her gaze up towards Prowl, Jazz was faced with a grim face, blue eyes studying her intently.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, and, my my, did Jazz detect something like worry in her voice?
"Hah, don't tell me. You actually care about me."
"I care about all citizens." Was the prompt answer,
"Right, right." Jazz fought to sit upright from her slouch, biting back a wince, unsuccessfully. A pair of hands held onto her shoulders, guiding her to lean forward enough to get more comfortable.
"I mean it. You can barely keep your eyes open, probably on the verge of passing out. I am not sure how much blood you've lost, but I can't let you fall unconscious." One of the hands detached themselves from her shoulder. "It would certainly be easier for you to uncover your mouth-"
Gloved fingers seized the wrist of Prowl's hand hovering in front of Jazz' face. Jazz' lenses where white slim slits as her gaze bored itself into Prowl's. "Even if you are eager to see my face, doll" she said lowly, dangerously "the mask stays on. I wouldn't recommend the alternative."
"..." Prowl's eyebrows rose mutely, then leveled to the usual. "You can't fool me. Not in the state you are in. Either I leave you to your own devices, risking someone else to find you, or I stay with you long enough to 'guard' you, for the lack of a better term. Must I remind you that I saw the bottom half of your face before?" When the grip around her wrist didn't loosen, she added, "I can look away if you prefer. I understand this is not a situation you often find yourself in."
"Never, actually."
The temptation to get rid of her mask was ever mounting, but she simply couldn't afford it. Even if, theoretically, she maybe, somewhat, trusted Prowl based on their previous interactions, something held Jazz back. Many something's, though for the same reason. Her attention was caught by Prowl lowering her captured hand, resting it on Jazz' thigh. Jazz didn't find the strength in her to let go, merely letting her hand go lax. Neither said anything more, the silence lingering. Prowl shifted minutely, no doubt feeling out of place but Jazz couldn't muster the strength to care.
"... You said you help people, today as in the past.. how long were you a cop?" Jazz voiced her curiosity despite herself. If Prowl was dead-set on waiting with her until she could stand again, she might as well gather information.
Year XXXX
Jazz suppressed an involuntary flinch. "That early, huh." The same year Rico disappeared.
"Indeed. I was granted a scholarship as I was the best of my class."
"Ah, so you were always the by-the-book type. Figures."
"On the contrary. I always had a special interest in cold, or unsolved cases." Jazz looked back up at the woman as her tone changed, a warm tinge coloring her words. "I used to read up in cold cases in libraries and on the internet, my passion rivaled the intensity of my studies. I unearthed official documents as soon as I had access to them, eager to start my own investigative work." She scoffed briefly, but it sounded more of a chuckle, she outright chuckled. A sound Jazz blamed on the lost blood and ensuing delirium. "My supervisor did not find joy in my dabbling and I had to put them aside."
"Did you? Leave it at that, I mean."
"No." Prowl shook her head. "And just this once, I am glad I didn't follow orders. Because everyone deserves justice, everyone deserves answers."
The sudden display of conviction took Jazz by surprise
"I am working on cold cases too" She blurts out.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It’s uh," She blinked, eyes darting downwards, towards the trashbags, then down again. "It's a personal. Thing. Case. Been working on it for a while."
"Define 'a while'."
"Four years?"
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Aand that's it, bro wrote it all, I just changed a few things there n there but AUGHFH they're so stoopid in this au lol
RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
(I was tagged by @whatwooshkai some time ago, and this tag game looked really familiar so I was also probably tagged by someone else even longer ago lol)
ngl most of my file titles are boring and probably self-explanatory, but i'd still be thrilled to ramble and share snippets if anyone's intrigued by something <3
sooo my tf wips:
soundrod part 2
kitty dead end ch2
cywhirlgate debug pov
deadlock/optimus assassination fic
dinotrap maximal no more fic
dratchet mermaid au
ss virus
star wars mtmte au
and a few non-tf ones:
definition
sw rex au
vs sw au
gt mar au
the moon god
frieame fic
jayvik time fic
tagging @noodleblade @searchingfortheuniverse @wirlibirb @maikhiwi00 @asterlith @azyranx and uhhh anyone else who's a writer and wants to do this too!!
waow thanks for the tag!!!! ngl this makes me think of how cool it would be to receive asks about my wips hgjfhjgf
these are all transformers wips, transcribed without edit from my google drive:
Das Schicksal, das mir blüht
Dearest Orion Pax
empurata/shadowplay
idw mir/oah doc because i still don't have a title for some reason (yes, it's literally called that. word for word)
la moretta
scars of the weary
tc x fa fic
virtue's tender love
and uhh who do i know who writes and is a moot of mine. ummmmmmm @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles @therightatriumoftheheart @valeovalairs hiiiii hi hiiiiiii hiii waves at youuu
Omg hiiiii this looks like fun ty :3c I have a million bajillion gdang wips so here goes XD I shrimply can’t pass up an opportunity to talk about writing slash my writing projects too this is wonderful.
All tf wips bc if I expanded beyond that we’d be here forever:
Mods
jazzprowlop
Jumpstart
Camshaft II
Down n Dirty
Cannibal
SPIDER
Cuss Words 2
Lil Spritz Action
Beachceptor?!
Prowlceptor
Oil Changes
Party Ambulance
G1 Carshow!
IDW Dratchet
Mermay Take
Tracks x Knock Out
Cowboys
ACK-! (?)
CEO AU
ROH AU
Placeholder Title (wow)
Paws
Running Hot
face II
heat
Jfc. Uh. Yeah alright. Sure PFHAHFBSNT I’m in WIP Hell forever I think…
Throwing this at @theroyalcatten @that-creature-thing @startmyspark @stati22 @nauschka @mercuryw1tch @myoveractivewriterbrain aaaaand @multifandom-no-less-than-a-mess oh my god my moots… I love you all (tearing up)
Imma reblog instead of making a new post, but everyone after me, feel free to do a new post
Thanks for @therightatriumoftheheart for tagging! <3 :D My WIPs can be divided into JazzProwl and Simpatico xd
JazzProwl drabbles:
- Bloom
- Decepticon Jazz
- Guardian Prowl 2
- Lingerie
- Omegaverse Overview (Not a whip, more like a collection of ideas for a potential story)
- Sad Prowl
- Single Ori Prowl
- Single Ori Prowl - Jazz and Bluestreak
- Sweet morning in berth (my god, cheesy title xd)
- Teacher Jazz
- Wild West 2
Honorable mention: - Jewel for your Love 3
As for Brainstorm/Perceptor, it's stuff I am currently working on.
! Minor Spoilers !
They all are labelled "BaristaStudent AU" + individual name:
- Cycle X
- Cycle X Aftermath
- Flying Shared science
- Kimia
- New Project
- Perfect score, University
- You're a genius Percy!
There are a handful of WIPs for CypherOmen flying around but I have them more for archive purposes. Maybe one day
I'm tagging @littlelightbolt @khryovroom @anon-e-miss @togamikagami because I know they write, though anyone who sees this, feel free to join in
besides jazzprowl, what other ships do you like?/lh
Inside or outside transformers? Mm inside transformers I'd say I like pretty much anything, throw me any ship and I'll probably go "oh I can see it" or "they look good together"
I think it would be easier to ask me which ships I don't like BDJDJF
It's also hard to pinpoint which ships I "like" since I wouldn't consume any media of other ships aside from the one I'm obsessed with, so it would be a weird occurrence to catch me drawing other ships by my own free will
... howeverr sunnyblue has been poking my brain lately..
@vicethesniper13 I would say this :D but also a mix of :[ because I'm a very socially awkward person so I genuinely don't know how I should interact with you
I don't really have any mutuals I interact with so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sunstreaker is a full-time artist who specializes in various areas BUT she's burned out. She can't seem to find the inspiration nor the motivation to create. Lifting a pencil feels heavy on her hand, every brush stroke feels wrong, her sculptures lack... something.
With her world falling down, Sunstreaker meets a (rather talkative) woman in one of her usual spots to try and search for inspiration. Little did she know that this woman would become the main inspiration and new motivation for her artistic talent.
Bluestreak is just a passer by, visiting the city for medical reasons. Tired of the hospital view, she thought she should actually take a look at the city she was staying for a while. That's when she came across a quite intimidating woman, who's face seemed to be standardized in a frow. Already used to intimidating frowning faces (thanks to her sister) she thought she would really need a friend so she striked for conversation.
Surprisingly both women agreed on getting to know each other, and so they did, daily hangouts where Sunstreaker took Bluestreak to new spots every day to get to know the city. To truly get to know the city. Not the usual touristic places, no. She took Bluestreak to places where she could genuinely appreciate the beauty of her hometown.
Before Sunstreaker could realize, Bluestreak unknowingly became her muse. She also became the reason her heart beat a little faster everytime she was near, but she didn't need to know that last bit.
Now here it becomes angsty whoops
Bluestreak motives to be in the city were because she had a terminal disease and was trying a new treatment, she didn't have much time left but she would make sure to appreciate all the time she could.
Before y'all ask, yes. Bluestreak dies in the end. Sunstreaker knew about Blue's disease, she told her at some point. Sunny's way to cope with it, both before and after Bluestreak death was through art. She wanted to try and capture Blue's beauty in any way she could, and she knew her memory wouldn't be enough. She knew that, at some point, she would slowly forget Bluestreak voice, her face, her essence.
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I suppose it's a little (bit too much) cliché on my part but I don't know, maybe because I'm an artist myself but there's an inexplicable type of love, adoration that comes when drawing someone you love whether it be romantic or platonic. Art is that, love: emotions and feelings portrayed in the most vulnerable way. It's also a way to remember or be remembered.
Soo for research purposes, what do y'all think of me possibly doing commissions? I don't draw digitally so options would be pretty limited I'm afraid— watercolors/pen/pencil drawings n other pretty specific things... But those are details, it's just a possibility after all
