#arcturus asks

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Jazzprowl version of this post

@literallyjustanerd

I had to take the time to sit down and read through all of this.

I was kicking my feet and giggling the whole time.

Damnit, I want to write come cute romantic shit but the plot isn’t there yet.

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You know what I've always found interesting about the "reveal" in the Mecha Pilot stories? That everyone instantly pegs the pilots as organics upon being caught exiting their mecha. Sure, sure, I get why they're pegged organic if they're caught working on their mecha as they might not be in their suits/full suits, or they had been removed due to injury then yeah it'd get found out real fast they aren't mechanical. Yet most pilot suits are covered in armor, sometimes with full face covering. If nobody got a really close look at them, why is nobody's first thought "very small minibot" like Minimus Ambus and the Magnus armor? I mean 'organic' has never been the first thought of any of the cyberstronians when dealing with the pilots. Just an interesting thought I'd share. Because further misunderstandings could be "oh shit, no wonder they're fucking tired all the time. They're tiny little guys, with tiny little sparks, trying to power bodies hundreds of times their size." Like I said, just an amusing thought I thought might amuse you too. XD

I love this thought so much, like, they’d just be little guys.

This is 100% what my version of Prowl thought upon seeing Jazz the first time. As he would still be in his assistance suit.

Unfortunately, with like Blue and Sunny, Sunny wasn’t wearing much of anything and Blue really didn’t realize at first what was going on. He just thought that the guy he was falling helm over ped for was asleep.

But yeah, that is such a fun concept and now at least canon to JazzProwl in Arcturus lmao.

Jazz one day after talking and hanging out with Prowl, comes out of the suit without his assistance suit on and poor Prowl nearly crashes. It was bad enough his tiny boyfriend was a small mecha who exhausted himself. Now he knows it’s an even tinier organic who exhausts himself and can in fact die from exhaustion.

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It’s my depressed baby!! 🥹 look at him! Ugh, beautiful work as always @cosmique-oddity !

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I swear to god I am so ready for one of the guys from the Arcturus Mission to lose their temper if one more bot tries to convince them to "think about the future and the life you could enjoy!" And just. Going off like "There IS no future! It's not just about piloting being dangerous, it's that being a pilot is not conducive to LIFE! They've taken out, replaced, and added so many things to us that it is not sustainable! Even if we stopped fighting right now, we would never live to be old! Either or bodies give out from the strain or the mods malfunction and kill us!" I don't know why I felt like sharing this dramatic rant i pictured somebody having. But I thought maybe it'd be enjoyable. I am seriously eating up all the misconceptions the cybertronian's have about the humans. And it just keeps getting worse! Like the humans have already come out and pretty much admitted to being heavily modified. But I can't forgot the scene of Hound admitting to Knockout that he can't read expressions from visors very well either. And maybe that's just how their species is, having different ways of conveying emotions to each other. Except the humans seem pretty well versed in understanding facial expressions, have likely used words specific to describing facial expressions. To the point it might be logical to conclude that humans normally have faces. And yet none of the pilots do. Sorry this started out as me just sharing the dramatic rant I'd imagined, and then I just started sharing more thoughts. Um... Enjoy???

I have to let everyone see this.

I feel like you’re inside my head, this is incredible. Believe me, with irritability being a symptom of overuse that blow up moment is coming. Cause all these guys figured they wouldn’t live very long, they all thought Jazz was dead and now these thousands of year old mechs keep talking about their long lives? It would piss off a totally calm person.

And yeah, I definitely feel like someone would/could be piecing that together for the visors v faces thing. At some point, one of them is just going to erupt on how horrible the compatibility testing is and how much it changed them mentally and physically.

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I blame his head things. My attempts of drawing his helm always look like an advanced math problem. Specially in perspective.

He doesn't want to make it to lineart and is forcing me to try new things to make him look decent,

Despite all, from the three times I have successfully drawn him(two for arcturus counting this one, but the first one doesn't cound bc is just his back), this is my fav so far.

Oh my god! Look at my baby! (Yes. I think of him in that context, sorry)

This is so incredible! It looks so good!

It feels so real and like I pictured it in my own mind.. ;-; I love it, thank you so much!

(Arcturus reference @cosmique-oddity , AU by @keferon )

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different account this time but you have, once again, given me brainworms (⁠ノ⁠T⁠＿⁠T⁠)⁠ノ⁠ ⁠＾⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

☺️ oh look at my babies!

I am happy to have given the brain worms in this moment, because this is beautiful. Horrific in its beauty but still amazing.

Hound design credit @cosmique-oddity

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not dead, just got married :) the promised scene redraw is in progress

Hound design by @cosmique-oddity

Deadlock design and mecha au by @keferon

Oh my god!

First off, congratulations on getting married! I’m beyond happy for you!

Secondly, I was not expecting this moment to be draw! It’s so good.

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Uhhh, have some fluff?

Yip, you are the reason I even Have the gull to write, let alone post it. So thousand thanks.

No proof reading. I refuse.

Mecha au belongs to kefaeon

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Jazz shifted in each step, he wasn’t quiet by any means. Not that he needed to right now. The moons high in the sky casted a glow through the faintly shaded glass. He came to a halt in the door away. Finals flickered as his head tilted. Smiling even if the face of the Mecha displayed nothing as he leant on the doors frame work. Watching what he, with all the basis in the world thought was the prettiest mech to ever exist. ‘Very beautiful, 10/10. Thank you all spark for his existence.’

Jazz remained where he stood, or leaned. But prowl wasn’t reacting, not drawn away form his work for a moment. Maybe someone would be annoyed, jazz wasn’t. In fact it made his heart beat faster inside his chest. To the point it was hurting his ribs. He remembered the first day he’d gotten up right next to prowl before the other had noticed him. Even prowl had been startled. Jazz hadn’t tried to sneak up on him, or even be quiet. He’d been casual. And it mattered, prowl was so relaxed around him, that he didn’t take note of what could be A incoming threat. He’d have to stop himself or he’d start gushing Again. Which would be fair. Nobody could blame him for fanning over his beautiful bot. Huffing a vent, not that it was needed. He pushed himself off the door frame.

Stepping closer to prowl he leant forth and pressed the mask of his mecha’s face to the side of prowl’s corven. As his servos found they’re place comfortable on the others side. The action and touch had made prowl jump for just a moment. The second prowl turned his head and his optics landed on jazz. The tension that had built up, ready for a fight. faded as fast. “Jazz..” prowl grumbled out. But that fondness jazz saw in cypertronian’s optics made the grumble so much warmer “Prowler.” Jazz responded in kind. Cheeky as always. Prowl didn’t tell jazz to move, nor continue the conversation beyond the statement of they’re names as prowl turned back to his work. His doorwings lowering to a more comfortable setting. Jazz weight pressing down on prowls shoulder as his helm rested on prowls. It was comfortable, quiet even.

Jazz wasn’t normally a fan of the quiet. But in cases like this. No sound was louder then the silence.

Argh, it’s so good.