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[rottmnt-still-au]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This au has a story now! It may not follow ALL that I plan for this au but I know that this will tell it's story!! Hope y'all enjoy!!

[nine-tailed-grimm]

May as well blurb about the Still au but in quotes (ish) and just things.

Lou Jitsu

- Treats his given name (Hamato Yoshi) as a dead name. (He hates it) Lou Jitsu is the name he gave himself.

- Has anger issues.

- The very definition of pride and vanity. (He most definitely doesn’t use it as a shield to hide his true feelings nooo-)

- Doesn’t know how to act around Draxum. He either wants to be unnecessarily mean to him or treat him like a puppy. (He switches between the two.)

- Has considered killing the boys every once in while when they remind him too much of himself. (Have I mentioned that he hates himself?)

- The goyles are essentially Lou's keepers.

Baron Draxum

- Is not a warrior. He doesn't know how to fight much less use a weapon.

- Loves alchemy and the mystic arts.

- His hair never fails to cover his eyes.

- Is absolutely terrified of Lou Jitsu until he found out more about him.

- Is Lou Jitsu's personal (medical) aid, he was forced to be.

- Big Mama would've totaled his lab if he didn't do what she said.

[rottmnt-still-au]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 2 of Medical Aid has been added! (However I suggest rereading it bc I Rewrote chapter 1 -)

[nine-tailed-grimm]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[nine-tailed-grimm]

Okay, there is this au I'm making, been working on it for months now and I'm wondering if y'all would like it. Options and suggestions would be highly appreciated. (Oh if y'all know me from Instagram know that I'll be posting here too.)

The Crystal Song AU

Energona are cybertronians with the ability to sing, they’re rare and strange mechs who can multiply and bend Energon crystals with their musical talent. These mechs are specially attuned to the crystals and their song, and they can’t help but sing it. The Autobot’s tried to abuse their power, tried to multiply the mechs in quantity but they failed utterly, while the Decepticons believed that they were mere myth. Cybertronians naturally can’t sing, they don’t have the code or the voice box for it like Energona do. Energona only use their power when they are resonating with their spark song, a silent pulse that every cybertronian has but only Energona can listen to. When an Energona has practiced their ability enough. They can form shapes with crystals. Their voices were also known to purify Energon as well

Ratchet- The oldest living Energona. In his early days he showed off his power in order to brighten the troops during the war. He was very provoctive during these performances as well. But after said show he would return to his duty. In the past, Energona were rare, but not special, not important.

Blitzwing- He sings with his body as well as his voice. Dancing to the crystals tune. But this also risks him getting hypnotized by the crystals power, making him vulnerable. (An important part of the story I have in mind.) He’s insanely jealous about his ability, and will constantly challenge Ratchet to singing duels. (Who constantly declines.)

Jazz- Jazz also keeps his singing abilities a secret. But being secretive was always his thing. (I don’t have much on him sadly, suggestions would be nice-)

Wasp- While he was a cadet, he used to flaunt his power. Arrogant and cocky, he thought he was better than all of the cadets because of his power. Constantly showing it off for praise and exaltation. But he respected the crystals. Putting them to use after his show immediately. But when he was in the stockade his singing voice was what was keeping him sane, for awhile at least. He would sing, and sing, and sing until he couldn’t hear his own voice anymore. After he became Waspinator he thought he lost his singing abilities. But an Energona will always be an Energona.

Soundwave- Now Soundwave is a first. Being made rather than forged or kindled, he was the first official and known Energona of the Decepticons. Soundwave doesn’t manipulate or make the Energon crystals sing as well as the others do, but he can manipulate other Energona very well. Which makes him a dangerous opponent. Even Ratchet has a hard time fighting the allure of Soundwave’s voice.

And that's all I got characters and backstory wise. The actual story itself is still in the works. Tell me what you think!

[nine-tailed-grimm]

Prompts that used to be stories I’ll never finished.

Bumblebee was restless, his spark felt as if it was on fire. Constantly glowing and just hurt, it was painful. When he asked Ratchet, the medic looked him over only to reply in a look of shock and confusion. “What’s wrong Ratchet? Am I alright or am I gonna go offline- before the mini bot could finish his sentence the old medic said “It’s nothing like that, no. It’s just this hasn’t happened in vorns, I thought it had perished...” Ratchet trails off, obviously thinking about the discovery he found in the little mini bot. Bumblebee just wanted the old Autobot to tell him already. “C’mon Ratch, tell me already!” Bumblebee was never one for patience. The old medic looked down at the young Autobot, unsure if he should tell him. (Note; Ratchet is supposed to tell Bee that he is in heat. But unlike other heat fics, this is one where he only craved touch and partnership. Blitzbee)

Ever since Soundwave got to this place, he was showered with attention by the residents. The humans were overjoyed to see him, calling the stealth mech a hero... How utterly amusing, he thought. But then THEY just had to go ruin it. The Autobots... coming to save the already safe humans, the smallest out of all of them, a little yellow mini bot, almost made Soundwave swoon. In his optics, he hadn’t seen a minicon in vorns! Oh how the little mini bot reminded him of his own minicons, that notion almost extinguished the feeling of happiness but when the little bot stepped forward to see what the commotion was about, Soundwave’s attention was grappled, he walks up to the scout with unstable pedes, his barely contained curiosity as they got closer to each other. The moment the little Autobot got close enough to the Decepticon, Soundwave lunged at him. His slim fingers cradling the now struggling Autobot. Everything had gone silent, the others didn’t move for fear that the Decepticon will crush the little bot. But Soundwave was pleased. He carefully examines the little yellow bot. Caressing the others plating with pleasure. The little Autobot sags in his hands taken off guard from the affectionate con. Soundwave poked and prodded the minibot, wanting him to transform. Then maybe he could be MY minicon. I could convince him to change some colours. The large con thought, wondering where the little mini bot would go. “Hey, the massages are quite nice but uh, can you put me down now?” (Note; A very Ooc Tfp Soundwave gets transported to the Tfa universe. Family centric, angst could be added as well. No romance was initially thought up for this.)

Moths Love flowers too Today, he went to his precious flower bed to give them their water for the day as well as gossip from the big house. He read somewhere, that flowers grow better if you talk to them a daily basis. Which he found utterly precious. As he was watering a bed of hyacinths while telling them about one of his finest bits of poetry, Lugnut noticed something strange on one of the blooming purple buds. It had beautiful black wings with intricate golden veins that ran along them shimmering in the sunset, a beautiful little moth, Lugnut thought. Setting the watering can down, the big man carefully moved his hand towards the pretty little thing so that he could water his flowers properly. But as Lugnut’s big fingers came closer, the black-winged beauty bit him. Jerking his hand away from the suddenly defensive creature. Lugnut inched his face in closer to see that it wasn’t necessarily a moth, but something else entirely; a fae. The little beauty didn’t turn to look at him, huddling close to the hyacinth bud, shaking like a leaf. Upon further inspection, Lugnut found that one of its wings was barely even there. The big man was at a loss, he never seen a Fae before, much less heard of one. He thought that they were from grimm stories told to children in order to make them behave. So how was he going to be able to heal one?Sighing he inched his hand towards the little moth again, it’s antennas shivers and low hissing sounds could be heard from it. “I’m sorry little beaut, but I just can’t leave you here.” The Fae paused upon hearing his voice. Turning it’s head it looks at Lugnut with a somewhat curious expression on its face. The both of them looked each other in the eye, not knowing when to look away. Lugnut felt like he has seen that face before but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Lugnut could see now that the little black beauty was even more stunning. The golden veins that danced across its body swirled around its arms and legs while a golden line passed its fluffy chest fur. The Fae seemingly distracted, Lugnut quickly scooped it up. Hissing and biting occurs right after the act as he hurries inside the house. Looking around for some kind of container for Black Beauty, (Lugnut thought the name was appropriate) so that it could be in it comfortably. For the fae may be small, but it’s wings were clearly the size of his hands. He managed to find an old birdcage that was modified by Blitzwing. Rather than looking like a literal prison, it looked like a little paradise for any creature. For once, Lugnut was glad that Blitzwing was an arts and crafts maniac. Opening it up, he gently puts the little Fae inside and promptly locked it. Black Beauty looked pissed and for good reason, but Lugnut couldn’t just leave the little thing out there for birds to get a hold of. After a little surfing on the web, Lugnut found out that the poor little things wing would never recover- or if it was similar to moths that is. He still doesn’t know what to do for it. Taking another look at the small creature, Lugnut gasps to see the cage’s door was wide open and to see Black Beauty crawling off the table. “No, no, no, no, no! You’ll hurt yourself, little dear!” The big man exclaims, careful not to touch its wings he scoops it up bringing it to his face. “You just love trouble, don’t you?” It looks up at him, tilting its head with a wicked smile. “No, not really. But annoying you is fun, might I say.” It-he said, his antenna flicking back in amusement. The look of shock on Lugnut’s face brought out a little chuckle from the creature. Prowl was a little surprised to see this human after so long. He was certain that he died. (Note; Prowl is a mischievous fae while Lugnut is a human. Very shippy and self indulgent. Prowlnut)

A ninjabot sat upon the dewy midnight earth. The earthen ground was uncomfortable for the said bot, he wasn’t used to such a plush texture. But it felt eerily familiar. Like he walked upon it before. He shook his helm and looked upon the stars. Watching them glimmer and shine in the night sky. As he was watching the stars, the bot subtly tracked the movements of another who was behind him. He was good for cyber ninja in training, but not as good as he. Smiling, he allowed the other bot to stay where he was. Pursing his lips the mech thought amusement, what if he gave him a show? It will put in good practice as well. Getting up and stretching out his struts and seams. This would also prove a good chance to get him off my back, thought the mech. This made the cyber ninja smile as he got into position. With a subtle click in his systems he turns on his in built radio and a song called Bittersweet Symphony by a band called swerves? Whatever, it didn’t matter anyways. He starts to dance the moment the singing began. Twirling around like ribbons. In controlled motions he moved his arms caressing his frame. The song skipped to another, one with a bouncier beat. Ah he thought a hopeful love song. Turning up the volume, the dancing mech started to leap around like rabbit, in time with songs innate beat. The songs switched again a slower beat more sensual, requiring slower moments. Barely moving, the ninjabot swayed his arms in jerking movements. He even sang the lyrics he connected to albeit, in low purr. “I’ve been having dreams, splashing in the summer stream, trip and I fall in, I wanted it to happen...” The song ends with him standing right in front of his stalkers hiding place. This ending his dance. Turning off his radio, the mecha walks up to the tree and says “C’mon out, I know you’re there.". (Note; Amniasac Lockdown. Idea I had liked until it. Becam implausible. Possible ships Jazz Lockdown or Prowl/Lockdown)