#icons au

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did this earlier while lying in the grass

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

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welcome to this shrine to my illness <3<3

i decided i need a side blog to keep all my transformers thoughts organized, dw my main blog (@piercewasachoice) will still be full of tf art reblogs <3

Halocline is my transformers oc so the blog is named after him

also, tag system: #tf biotechno hcs #tf linguistics things #tfp thoughts (my extremely disorganized actually pretty organized thoughts about tfprime) #tfa thoughts (^ but tfanimated) #tfrb thoughts (^ but rescue bots) #icons au (my tfone au) #halocline writes (stuff i’ve written, fics or scenes) #car boys—well one of them is a gun (megop tag) #car boys—well one of them is a motorcycle (oc ship tag) #halocline tf #farsight tf #ryder tf (these are my ocs :D)

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"Hey Doofus!" A Icons Au Prequel

So I wrote a prequel thing for my Icons Au, in which Text and Photo, though they aren't known as that yet, meet. It's dedicated to gamux-redux because A: She's awesome, and B:She has tonsillitis, so even though this isn't that good it has to help a little.

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Michael stared at the clock, willing it’s hands to move faster, each second an agonizing wait. “Come on.” he thought. “Hurry up.” As much as he loved math, he already knew multiplication and soon, very soon, he’d learn more. Five more minutes, but it felt like an hour. Five minutes till he’d be free. Now it was four, three, two, one. The bell rang, and he rushed out of his chair, math completely forgotten, running towards the door. “Hey doofus!” said a kid he’s accidentally shoved. “Sorry!” he shouts, pulling open the door to the outside. It was cold, and his coat was still in there, but he didn’t want to go back. His breath was visible, a small cloud in front of his face. He shivered, wrapping his hands round himself, before sprinting to the main building. To the library. Oh the library! He couldn’t wait to get there! He loved the old place, with it’s giant oak wood shelves that nearly touched the high ceilings, the nice elderly ladies who organized the books and recommended only the best. But most of all the silence, the peaceful silence. No screams and yells from kids playing on the playground while he read. No bullies shoving his face to the ground. Just peace and quiet and a good book. In fact yesterday Miss Clovis, the oldest of the librarians, had given him a book on atoms. It was fascinating! Could everything, literally everything, be made of tiny tiny particles? So tiny, you couldn’t see them under a microscope? It seemed impossible, but it somehow made sense. After all, the world was so small compared to stars and galaxies, even other planets! Why couldn’t it be made of something small too? He was almost done with the book, there was only one chapter left, but the bell had rung and he had to get to class. Now though, he had the whole recess to read, and he was going to take advantage of every second. In his hurry, he didn’t noticed the boy in his path, that is until he rather rudely crashed into him into him. They both fell to the icy ground, Michael’s glasses flying off his face. “Sorry!” he said to the blurry grey shape. “Um, Can you give me my glasses? I think they went that way.” he said, pointing to the direction they flew. “I’m not giving you anything, nerd.” said the grey blur, in a too familiar voice. “Except maybe a well deserved pounding!” He pulled the thin boy up by his hair, lifting him above his head with one hand and raising a clenched fist. “Oh no. Oh god no!” said Michael. He thought, no he’d hoped that he’d lost him, but no. Their paths had crossed again, quite literally this time. “Any last words, you freak?!” said Vid with a sneer. Michael just hung there, scared and shivering. “Yea, next time pick on someone your own size.” said an unfamiliar voice. Vid turned towards it, still holding Michael. He looked at the tiny blond kid, so small he had to look down to see him and laughed. “Or what?” He bent down. “You’ll stop me? Oh I am so-” He was cut off by the kid punching him in the eye. He screamed, stumbling back and dropping Michael to the ground with a plop. He covered his eye, which was swelling and starting to look purple. “You’ll pay for that kid!” he said, still slipping on the ice. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll make you pay!” He stumbled towards the nurses office, clutching his eye and cursing. “Hey, are you ok?” asked the blond kid when Vid was gone. “Fine.” said Michael. “But my glasses...” “No problem. Here ya go!”  The boy shoved the glasses on his face and he finally got his first good look at him. He was short, with white blond hair and ice blue eyes. He wore a strange hoodie with a sort of orange vest over it and blue jeans. “Names Sylvester, though most call me Vest.” said Sylvester, offering a hand up. He takes it graciously. “What’s your name?” “Michael, though he justs call me freak.” he says, pointing to the nurse’s office. Vest laughs,  a high-pitched sound that seems worth a thousand words. “Well, maybe we can find you a better nickname than that.” he says with a smile. “Come on, class is starting, you doofus!” He gives him a small punch on the arm, then runs towards the portables full speed, Michael spriting to keep up. “Oi! Wait up!”

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'Photo' The Icons Au

So this is the describtion of Photo for my Icons Au, original post linked here. Hope you enjoy, and DFTBA!

Real Name: Sylvester ljósmynd Nickname: Photo Description: Sylvester ‘Vest’ Ijosmynd, known to his friends as Photo, is 15 and a sophomore at Tumblr Public High School. He’s Icelandic, but his family moved to America when he was only seven. He still remembers it though, it’s ice cold beauty and stunning auroras. He’s always been obsessed with photography, ever since he was very small. He’s 6”0’, with long white-blond hair and ice blue eyes. His clothing style is loose and relaxed, much like him. It mostly consists of red shirts and grey hoodies over blue jeans and blood red Converse sneakers. He’s the photographer for the school newspaper and best friends with it’s creator and writer, Text. He helps edit Text’s work, turning the good, if somewhat wordy, draft into a true article. His pictures help prove the point masterfully and with a simple beauty that words just can’t capture. He’s a go with the flow kind of guy, a contrast to his rather uptight best friend, and keeps him from obsessing over everything. After all, that’s what best friends are for.

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'Text' The Icons Au

So this is the description for Text for my Icons Au, linked here. Hope you enjoy and DFTBA.

Real Name: Michael Edsbough

Nickname: Text

Description: Michael ‘Text’ Edsbough is 15 and a sophomore at Tumblr Public High School (TPHS). He’s a huge nerd, loves math and science, reads a lot, and loves to write. He’s 6”2’ and awkward and gangly, as if his body is still too big for him. He wears formal wear, finding it more suited to him than loose jeans and sweaters. His hair is black and messy, pretty much impossible to comb and very unprofessional in his opinion. (Photo jokes it’s the only wild part about him.) He’s the main, ok only, writer for the schools rather small Newspaper club. His articles are very good, if a bit wordy, but his best friends Photo and Quote help him edit them. His hate of Video and his cronies has been there ever since primary school, where they would make fun of him for being a ‘nerd’, shoving his face into the rock floor of the playground. He met Photo after he punched Video in the face. (But that’s another story.) They’ve been friends ever since.

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The Icons Au

So I had this Au idea based off of this post in which the Icons all attend Tumblr Public High School (TPHS), and Text, Photo, and Quote work on the school newspaper and Chat, Audio, and Video work on the school news station. There's a deep rivalry between them, almost hatred really, that goes all the way back to elementary school. Link, a newcomer, is unaware of this and joins both clubs. In time, he helps bridge the wide gap between them, and they come to realize they have more in common then they thought. They merge the two groups, forming the Tumblr Informational Media Group (TIMG). All ships are welcome, though in mine I'm doing PhotoText because it's so adorable. ;) I'm not sure if there is a fandom or not for this, but if so I'll find the tag for it and put it there. I'm putting it under the 'Icons Au' tag for now. I'm writing character descriptions for all of them, which I'll post soon, as well as a little pre-high school meeting between Text and Photo. Hope you'll join me in this strange idea of mine and DFTBA!