#right up there with jazz and prowl in my opinion

[jazz-miester]

lowkey (highkey) Considering doing some Optimus x Reader X Ratchet stuff.

Specifically Tfp.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 10

The Provost guards gave Barricade long looks when Jazz and Prowl escorted him on base for a tour. Their colleague who Barricade had walloped was not on duty with them. Whether this was because Ironhide was annoyed he had gotten into a spike measuring contest on duty or if he had managed to break something with his long fall to the ground was of minimal concern of saboteur’s. Though Prowl had not said anything, not even in the privacy of their berthroom, Jazz thought he was hoping Barricade might be convinced to leave Praxus and the enforcers as he had. Given the way he had handled that guard, a war-built Alpha twice his size, without inflicting long term damage. The use of a shock stick the way Jazz would a knife, was an excellent training tool Ironhide could use an intimidating assistance, if Barricade would be satisfied in such a role. It was difference, of course it was difference that being an enforcer but different did not mean worse anymore than it meant better.

Learning Prowl and Barricade had grown up sparring was interesting. Prowl had only ever trained with Ironhide in Iacon, and these bouts were only in private. No Omega casually sparred with an Alpha – it was not a fair fight. Jazz believed the Omega Autobots that trained either with Ironhide or together could take the right Alpha but they were at a disadvantage due to code that told them to submit to Alphas once they were pinned. The code existed, at least in Ori’s opinion, to save Omegas from damage from aggressive Alphas. It was true the code was a virus, it had been created to balance the population when Alpha rates had risen too much higher than Omegas. Unfortunately, it had also become a plague and a tool to commit war crimes.

“How ‘bout you show my grunts how you do it?” Ironhide asked.

Barricade nodded. As soon as he laid optics on Ironhide, a Beta in command of training, Barricade looked over at Prowl and relaxed. It seemed knowing that Prowl was not an exception in an army of Alphas made him more comfortable. He had not been happy when Prowl had resigned from the enforcers and Jazz could understand why. His cousin had been through a horrific trauma, the backlash of which had only grown. Suddenly, Prowl had resigned from the enforcer and had enlisted in the Autobots. It was understandable that Barricade had been concerned. Even though he had been concerned, he had supported Prowl in seeking a fresh start in Iacon. Much like his cousin, Barricade was decent and much like Prowl, he was not easily cowed.

He was good on his peds, Jazz noted as he watched Barricade nimbly dodge the larger war build he was sparring with. Barricade had already explained how he would take down a suspect who out sized him, using a shockstick to disable leg relays so he they would fall and bring the gaps of their armour in range for the takedown strike. With neither he or the war build armed, it was all about getting a handle and getting a throw. Barricade ducked a hold before grabbing the war build’s arm and pulling it down over his shoulder. Knocking the bigger mech off balance, Barricade threw him over his shoulder. The clatter of armour plate was loud. It echoed across the training yard. When Barricade offered his servo to the Alpha he had thrown, the other mech, an Autobot whose designation Jazz did not know accepted it.

“Good throw,” his opponent said. Barricade nodded and shook his servo.

Jazz took more time away from Prowl than he normally did, but Prowl needed time with his cousin, his first friend. It was a couple mega-cycles before Prowl actually mentioned the bitty, though the fact that he was carrying was obvious. Before Barricade congratulated him, them, he asked Prowl if he was happy and Prowl was honest, he had come to be. That he was safe to be open and honest with his cousin made Jazz like the Beta even more. He was the first safe space Prowl had known and had stubbornly remained such.  Barricade was uncle to their bitlet and he took the title seriously. Even if he could not come and meet the bitty first thing, he would be back in Iacon as soon as he could. He was going home. It was not what Prowl wanted but he was respecting the choice. Jazz was not quite willing to let it go without putting it plainly on the table.

“Ya  could stay,” he said. “We got space.”

“I know,” Barricade replied. “Prowl wants me to.”

“He don’t think life’s so rad in Praxus,” Jazz said.

“He’s right,” Barricade agreed. “But I’m not finished with it.”

“What’s holdin’ ya back?” Jazz asked.

“No one’s going to follow up on that warrant but me,” Barricade said. “I’m not done with the enforcers until I have Lockdown in irons.”

“Be safe,” Jazz ordered. “It’d destroy Prowl if somethin’ happened to ya.”

***

It was of no surprise to Barricade that no one was following up on the warrant. No one had filed it with the inter-forcer, the international enforcer body. As he was PETU, manhunts and investigations were not his division but Barricade punched the warrant in, boldly violating the chain of command in front of the very Alpha who had taken the command role that should always have been Prowl’s. Nightstalker glowered at Barricade but this Alpha knew better than to test Barricade. When it had come out that he had taken advantage of Prowl in his first heat outside of captivity, the other Alphas had clapped him on the back. Barricade, however, had dislocated his doorwings during training. No one had been able to prove it had been intentional but anyone with a functioning processor would have known it had been Barricade trying to get a small token of revenge for his cousin. 

“Who cares?” He complained.

“Tell you what,” Barricade said, standing up to the Alpha. “If you erase this warrant I’ll put the word out to the syndicates it’s open season for bitching enforcers. Because that is what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

“No.”

He was not happy to be home. Barricade had missed Prowl’s friendship. Though he had wondered to himself when Prowl had left if he was giving up too soon, he realized now that Prowl had left just in time. Any longer amongst the toxic Alpha culture and his self-worth would have been destroyed. With the number of legal rent-a-slots in Praxus, how could Barricade have ever imagined his cousin, not just an Omega but one who had been bitched, could ever find kindness and respect. In the Autobots he had found a commander who valued him and a mate who would kill for him but only with his leave. Jazz respected Prowl in a way Barricade could not have dreamed of hoping for him.

“All units… all units.”

Though Barricade had been heading home, when the call came for PETU to report, he turned around and raced towards the coordinates. Shift change was the worst time for a call to come in, the new shift was not ready to roll when the last was hauling aft for home. Barricade did not like to let this calls get delayed. So he got some overtime, it was fine. The district was run down, full of Syk houses and underground brothels. He stopped at the address and was surprised there were no sirens, no road block. PETU was never first on the ground. He pulled out his blaster and scanned the shadows. He buzzed the precinct. Just as he was going to ask what was going on, he saw Nightstalker coming towards him.

“Grr,” Barricade growled as the shockstick grazed his plating. He slammed his blaster into the enforcer’s helm and he fell to the ground. A blur of motion, Barricade fired a shot and he heard Lockdown screech. Nighstalker struggled up. Something silver flashed in his servo.

Bang! He fell, his face gone.

Bam! Barricade fell hard. His frame convulsed as the shock stick was pressed against his side. His vision was blurry. Lockdown stood over him, codpiece missing and energon running down his leg. Blaster tried to reach for his blaster. The bounty hunter grinned before slamming his ped down on Barricade’s helm.

[txfeline720]

Title: Merch woes

Summary: In which Prowl has to deal with abhorrent (in his opinion) merch of himself. Among other things.

Characters: Prowl, Jazz

Warnings: None.

Note: Thought I post one of my fics here. You can find also find it on my Archive of our own and Fanfiction accounts.

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If there had ever been a time Prowl wished he had laser vision, now would have been great. Perhaps if he glared hard enough, he'd develop the ability through sheer force of will and disintegrate the object that sat ever so innocently on his desk. He hopes so. Logic can go hang itself.

"Not gonna lie," Jazz said, gazing curiously at the thing that managed to earn Prowl's full ire. "I'm kind of surprised they even thought you were marketable. Out of all the mechs here, Bumblebee seems to be the most fit for it." He then smiled. "They got the doorwings right. I'll give them that."

"That is beside the point," Prowl growled. Jazz raised a brow in surprise. Even at his angriest, Prowl wore a mask of restraint, allowing only slivers of his emotions to show in the twitch of his doorwings or the glow of his optics. This was a new development.

"It is completely undignifying and frankly exploitive." He made a vague motion towards it in digest. "I have not, in any shape or form, consented for this...thing, to wear my face."

To describe the said thing, it was ball-shaped and covered in a soft, fluffy white material that resembled a cotton ball having a bad hair day. It was what was attached to it that riled Prowl up. On the front was a head molded to his likeness. Red-horned and scowling. In the back were familiar black and white doorwings, and on the bottom were black flat pads that were supposed to be feet, keeping the fluffy nightmare upright.

"They definitely got the expression down," Jazz laughed.

Cold optics slowly turned to glare at him, hoping to freeze him with their stare alone.

Jazz held up his hands in defense. "I'm just making an observation," he said smoothly.

With a huff, the optics turned their sights back to the accursed pom-pom.

"So, how did you get a hold of one?" Jazz asked.

"I didn't. I opened my door to leave, and there it was, standing there with a note that said, 'They got the look right.' I was then I looked it up and found that some human companies came up with the idea to make stuff with our image, mostly Bumblebee's for some reason." 'Mostly' was an understatement. Mugs, t-shirts, toys for human sparklings, and, for some reason, pillows that were long in length with Bumblebee printed on them in various laying positions. Try as he might, Prowl could not figure out the last one.

Jazz knew. But he wasn't going to say anything, thank you.

"You know," Jazz said. "This could benefit us if you happen to think about it."

In spite of himself, Prowl looked at him with curiosity gleaming through the rock-hard ice in his optics. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said no one asked you, or to your knowledge, any Autobot to be merchandised, right?"

Prowl nodded in affirmation.

"So, we sue them. But we don't demand that they stop production; we demand a share of the profits that they get. You catch my drift?"

Prowl did catch it, rather reluctantly. "Gain some currency for our use. Financial independence." He sighed, doorwings sagging in defeat. Curse logic. "Fair point. But I am going to firmly insist that all merchandise with my image cease all productions." With that, he started scheduling a meeting with Optimus and the other high rankings to discuss the matter further while simultaneously looking up the best lawyers to hire for the upcoming court battles.

"Great. See you around then," Jazz said, walking towards the door. "Let me know when the meeting is."

"Alright," Prowl said. He had turned away from his desk for a minute, but when he looked back, the scowling puff ball was gone.

"Jazz."

Jazz quickened his pace.

"Jazz!"

"Oh my, would you look at the time? Gotta go." Through the power of cartoon physics, Jazz became a streak of black and white and bolted out of the office, away from the red-horned bull bellowing colorful threats as he charged after Jazz through the halls.

Did Jazz have a death wish? Maybe. But he was going to be scraped before he gave up Little Poofy Prowler anytime soon.

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Note: The design of the toy was inspired by the drawings of @mattinthehat

[sroloc--elbisivni]

So do you feel like talking about a Transformers AU you’re writing? Any AU.

asjgjdh one i am writing no unless you mean one that's partway published because turtles is still kind of eating my brain so right now in transformers i am writing 1. mushroomverse 2. fathomless 3. that's it. fathomless is currently either self-explanatory or spoilers and i never know where to start with mushroomverse.

oh i guess technically i have the romance novel TFA au! that's started. haven't worked on it in earnest for a while but it exists! it's plotted out in my head as a series of four shipfics in a cybertronian high society divided not on gender lines but on 'land management' vs 'military'. autobot and decepticon affiliation has nothing to do with it. the decepticons are like. Scottish nobility.

so we go from JazzProwl friends to lovers mutual pining to MegOp 'love and hate tension 'you profited off my family's ruin and ugh now you're HOT' to one that's just a comedy of errors involving BlitzBee and ShockBlurr (one of those chained idiot plots where person c is helping person b, who c has a crush on, help person a, who b has a crush on--a=shockwave b=bumblebee c=blitzwing) and in the background the chaperones are distracted from this mess by Bulkhead getting seduced by married couple Strika and Lugnut who love him for his brain and his body.

jazzprowl side of this au is Mutual Restrained Longing and Respectful Intellectual Exchange. jazz is a sea captain prowl collects fossils and they go to lectures together. megop is Belligerent Sexual Tension and Good Things One-Upsmanship. optimus was supposed to go to military school but his family lost all their money and so he's back for his second season after he left his first very early to help blackarachnia, so he's no longer a shy young thing and he's very over these fawning young military officers who can't even beat him in a strategy game.

Ratchet and Arcee are chaperoning the canon autobot team. they have their work cut out for them. i may or may not ever write this more than the one scene i already have (start of Jazzprowl one, below the cut) but if i do it will be so much fun.

“...and of course, for embellishments, our establishment is up to date on all of the latest trends, my lord. Circuit boards are especially popular right now—one may arrange them to convey any and all manner of messages, with of course varying levels of discretion depending on their placement.”

Prowl was barely listening. He turned in front of the mirror as the modiste prattled on to Ratchet about current fashions, skirt held up in one servo so he could better watch the dark swish of the fabric. He had been skeptical of the merits of clothing, but he supposed he could see the decorative value. The dark fabric flowed like oil. Like the ocean.

“Prowl?” Ratchet sounded annoyed, but that wasn’t a sign he’d let them leave yet. He’d sounded annoyed ever since he’d found Bulkhead and Bumblebee in Prowl’s kitchen, and that hadn’t stopped him from shepherding Prowl off of Yoketron’s derelict estate and through all the forms and fancies that preceded a season in Metroplex. “You got an idea on the stenciling?”

“The point of this is that I present myself as a suitable candidate for conjugation, isn’t it?” Prowl asked. He didn’t look away from the mirror, turning again to watch the swirl of mesh floating around his plating. “Whatever is fashionable will be fine.”

Ratchet sighed. “If all I needed was an assembly-line opinion, I would’ve brought your measurements and not you,” he grumbled. “The point is that you find someone who can tolerate your personality. You have to show a little of it for that to happen. Primus knows you’ve got plenty to spare.”

“I don’t have time for—” Prowl clenched the fabric tighter, catching himself before he could turn in a temper. Ratchet was trying to help him. Prowl needed his expertise.

Seeking harmony with the universe, Prowl released the fabric, smoothing his servo over the wrinkles in the mesh. It did smooth beautifully. Like sand washed by the tide, before the sheen of the water faded.

“Ammonites,” Prowl said, into the silence that neither the modiste nor Ratchet had broken. “You can pattern it with ammonites. I’ll send you a design if you require one.”

[purple-goo-writes]

So opinions on the popular Transformers pairings? MegaStar, MegaOP, JazzProwl and etc.

Oooooh do I have opinions.

Let's start with MegaStar.

Like I get alot of people love the dynamic and pairing cause Leader/Second in Command is a very common pairing trope. But, I don't like it due to one main factor. It's Abusive.

In every Transformers media, Megatron is abusive towards Starscream. And I'm not making excuses for Star, He is a traitorous bastard who tries to kill Megatron every other day. But, Doesn't mean I want him to be in an abusive and frankly toxic relation ship. The same goes with Megatron. He may be an egotistical brute with delusions of grander who is heavy handed with is punishments towards his troops, but doesn't mean I don't want him to be in a semi happy relationship. Which he wouldn't be with Starscream as the two of them together is a toxic and abusive mess which just feeds an endless cycle of never changing behavior.

The only Media I can see this perhaps possibly working on some strange level is IDW Lost Light when Megatron is trying to better himself after the war ended. But Thats a BIG IF, mostly steaming from the fact that it would require a huge personality change on both their parts for it to even work without going back to old habits.

So yeah, I'm not a fan of MegaStar.

(More Opinions under the cut)

Nor am I a fan of MegaOP all that much because of the differing ideology between the two.

In every TF Media, Megatron and Optimus rarely have similar ideology. And with the amount of bad blood between the two factions and them being the leaders of said factions...I can't comfortably pair the two together.

Fuck even in IDW when the war ends, both have changed so much from where they started that they have basically swapped scripts. With Optimus not really caring about the Rights of All Sentient beings and basically conquering Earth and Megatron becoming an Autobot. (Yeah still throws me for a loop that plot twist) That I don't feel comfortable pairing the two together.

Though pairing across TF Media could possibly work: Say IDW Megatron with either TFP Optimus or G1 Optimus. Because IDW Megatron after the war is basically a tired cranky grandpa who just wants Peace and TFP and G1 Optimus are very different from Post-War IDW Optimus as they still believe in Peace and Rights of All Sentient beings and would mostly get along with a calmer and more peace minded Megatron. But that's about it for this pairing.

JazzProwl

The Third and Second in command of the Autobots.

This is one of my fav Pairings hands down. I love Jazz and Prowl no matter the media. Especially their dynamic through the various medias. Prowl is so logical and pragmatic and Jazz is so chaotic and goes with the flow type of mech, they just work well. Prowl balances Jazz out and vice versa.

Honestly wish Prowl was present more in other media such as Bayverse and TFP because I felt that Jazz would benefit from having Prowl there with him. Plus Prowl is one of my favorite characters okay.

Let's see this is getting kinda long so one more and then I'll add more if yal want it.

Sympatico- aka Brainstorm/Perceptor

I honestly have mixed feelings about this pairing. I love and Hate it. Mostly due to the fact that Perceptor doesn't even start recuperating Brainstorm's feelings in canon til after Brainstorm nearly wrecks the entire fucking timeline trying to go back in time to kill Megatron and ends up causing a HUGE shift in the time stream to a Functionalist Ruling Timeline. (Yeah who knew Megatron was such an Important Factor to the Timeline! EVERYONE BRAINSTORM! EVERYONE KNEW!)

Like Brainstorm in canon is Obsessed with Perceptor to the point all his microscopes look scarily similar to Perceptor's Alt Mode. Plus Perceptor is so dismissive of Brainstorm before the Time Jump, that you could honestly say that Percy would rather be gouged by a rusty spork then be in the same room as the flier.

And this is one of my reasons to not really like the pairing cause its borderline unhealthy due to these factors. The two scientists are so out of sync in the communications and understanding of each other department that it's hard to see them together.

BUT at the same time, I'm evil and love bittersweet pairings like this. Where one has put their all into a relationship whilst the other is too logical to admit feelings until something life changing happens and realizes the way they have been treating their partner is horrible a little too late. (Yes I know I am flawed. Never said I was perfect)

[thenamesblurrito]

Cybertronix and accents

So, Cybertronix does have different dialects, most notably those of the colonies, the “founder’s tongue” of the old city-states where insular cultures have created their own version of the planet wide language, and the half code/half dialect junker talk, incredibly mutable and diverse, sometimes practically a foreign language to a junker from just the other side of the same city. Different dialects are still all Cybertronix, and mostly mutually intelligible, but they contribute a lot to perception and personality.

This means, of course, I’m gonna assign human accents to represent the vibes of a character’s speech.

(by the way, if you’re worried that I’m just taking a grab bag of random foreign accents and throwing them around, I’m not. Most of these accents I’ve heard from real people before, usually other uni students or roommates. I’m not just relying on stereotypical media portrayals and bad voice acting, I’m drawing on personal experience and associations with fond memories of my international friends.)

-40′s/50′s American Television Actors Accent: bog-standard “proper” Cybertronix, which of course is mostly just Iacon, Praxus, Polyhex, and Altihex. Upper class society in Rodion also sound like this.

people who sound like this: Orion Pax, Minimus Ambus, Arcee, Blackarachnia and Deadlock but very rough around the edges. Shockwave affects an accent like this to be more acceptable to his audience in the Senate. The Grand Architect technically has this accent, but the most striking thing about his voice is how impassive and intimidating he sounds, rather than his pronunciation.

-Posh Snobbish British Schoolboys Accent: much of Vos, where the higher you go, the more upper class you are, and thus the more posh and snobbish you are.

people who sound like this: Starscream, but he affects a heavier accent than he had as a middle class child. Skywarp and Thundercracker have mostly dropped theirs. Brainstorm, Perceptor. Slipstream has a very posh accent.

-German, But Like Specifically A Bavarian Accent: Tesarus, Helex, and parts of rural Tyrest. A strong, “noble” accent left over from a huge united empire prior to a united Cybertron, still considered a mark of a member of the backbone of society.

people who sound like this: Predaking, Tarantulas, Fort Max, Tailgate, Dion.

-German, But Like Specifically A Westphalian Accent: Tesarus mostly, with some communities in Stanix and groundside Vos. Considered rougher than the more “cultured” version above.

people who sound like this: Blitzwing, Makeshift, Jhiaxus, Shockwave when he gets too emotional or tired and forgets to stay upper class. Forestock also tries to drop this accent, but a lil less successfully.

(I’m also imagining some mix of Standard American German and Pennsylvania Dutch accents to be an in-between blend of standard Cybertronix and thicker Tesaran-style dialects.)

-Swiss French Because I’ll Be Damned Before I Willingly Give Anything Of France To Any Character Of Mine, Even An Accent: Tyrest and some of Praxus, also Crystal City. Lovely and charming, supposedly a mark of someone graceful and benign.

people who sound like this: Councilmember Tyrest, Skyfire, Terminus although he’s lost much of his accent. Prowl, Bluestreak, Smokescreen in his natural voice but he often obfuscates his accent.

-That Brooklyn Or Jersey Accent Where You Pronounce It Like Joizee: lower class Iacon, Polyhex, and most of Rodion. Sometimes called the junker’s accent (which is terribly inaccurate), folks with this accent aren’t going to be lauded by the upper class anytime soon. Full of slang and euphemisms.

people who sound like this: Rumble and Frenzy, Ravage, Powerglide, Swindle. Nightracer, Bludgeon, Wheelie, and Red Alert all have a specific version of this that marks them as junkers. Springer used to, but he’s started copying Prowl’s accent now. Hot Rod to a small degree.

-An Absolute Ace Aussie Accent: Carcer! Which, much like Australia, started as a penal colony that then turned into a regular colony and then a nation proper. It’s younger than the other colonies, and far from Cybertron, so they’re considered kind of backward and stupid, which means anyone with their accent is often automatically dismissed.

people who sound like this: listen I need you to imagine Ariel speaking like Steve Irwin but about to punch a croc instead of wrestle it. Also Obsidian.

-Brazilian, But Like Specifically Recife Accent: Tyger Pax, thickest in the city itself. Very animated and vibrant, super expressive, sometimes criticized for being loud, but it’s also very fun to listen to.

people who sound like this: Jazz, Alpha Trion but he sounds like he’s faking it, First Aid. Rosanna has been touring Cybertron as a pop star for long enough that she needs to deliberately practice her accent to keep it.

-Brazilian, But Like Specifically Southern Accent: Velocitron! Not only is the accent notable, but the speed at which they speak is very distinctive. They gotta say Everything Right Now Immediately.

people who sound like this: Moonracer, Swerve, Blurr (but he’s got a stutter too), Override, Knock Out.

-Portuguese, As In The Country, Which Is Different Than A Brazilian Accent: Eukaris! They speak very casually, unhurried, like a nice warm evening around the dinner table with family.

people who sound like this: Lickety-Split. I haven’t decided who else is from Eukaris yet.

-Sort Of Yiddish, Sort Of Polish, Sort Of Greek, I’m Thinking Specifically Of One Tricultural Friend’s Accent: Much of Tarn, a few parts of Kaon, and bits of Helex. Not wildly different from standard Cybertronix, but strong and heated and very opinionated, a good accent to be angry in.

people who sound like this: Cogman, Wheeljack, Lugnut, Megatron though he’s lost some of it.

-Russian, Not Evil Movie Villain Russian, Just A Real Russian Accent: Kaon and a good half of Tarn. They are very precise with what they mean, but not so much with the grammar and order of their words, which means their precision communication is often lost on outsiders.

people who sound like this: Strika, Damus, Wasp.

-Very Sweet, Folksy Ukrainian Accent: Devisiun! On a colony where everyone is born with siblings, most folks also adopt a pattern of speaking with or over people, especially with family and people they know best. A Cybertronian will consider a Devisian rude for talking in the middle of their sentence, but that’s a normal conversation for a Devisian! They’d consider it rude if the Cybertronian didn’t start responding to them in the middle of their sentence.

people who sound like this: Jetfire and Jetstorm, complete with finishing each other’s sentences.

-Korean Accent, Which Is Actually Closest To The Original Primal Vernacular: Caminus! They held on very tightly to their roots as a colony founded directly by one of the first Primes, so they’ve preserved a version of the first language that, while mutated by usage over the megavorns, is still closely connected to the tongue of the ancients.

people who sound like this: Windblade, Chromia, Firestar, Flareup, Nautica, some people swear Maccadam has a hint of this accent.

-Deep Southern Redneck Bumpkin Drawl From Down On The Range Accent: the moons! Luna 1 and 2 have very similar dialects, and very thick country drawls.

people who sound like this: Ironhide, Cosmos, Bulkhead, Kup uses this one because he picked it up on an early visit to Luna 1 and liked it so he keeps it.

[woolydemon]

Tfa Megatron or Optimus? UwU

TFA Megatron thoughts

First impression

Idk actually. I think it was like :|.

i almost never pay attention to the main bad guy in anything ever tbh

Impression now

..Its complicated

its just?? Its very frustrating how he goes on about how the decepticons are oppressed but they never explain this in the show (I know the Allspark Almanac is there but. The show should be able to stand by itself) and just. The implications

a inarguably violent revolutionary leader of a cause that doesn't have tangible reasons??? makes certain things look bad

Despite this though, he might be my favorite megatron (though thats not saying much tbh)

I'd like to think there probably was good intentions in what he was doing but man. Things got rlly outta hand

Favorite moment

uhhhhhhh.. the... um... sorry i got nothing

i guess i like the one sentence in the Allspark Almanac where he says "optimus and prowl, and blurr and bumblebee" bc it implies that even he sees that blurr and bee have smth going on there

Idea for a story

the only idea i rlly have for him is just how he conditioned shockwave into the gifted student™ that he is

like,,, just being the only figure in shockwave's life growing up that gave him any sense of worth and he uses that to his advantage as he shapes shockwave into the "perfect" decepticon officer

Unpopular opinion

all of this is an unpopular opinion

Favorite relationship

I guess megatron/sumdac is kinda neat

like... There's only one way to explain Sari and it's those 2 so gay rights I suppose

Favorite headcanon

god other ppl have such better hcs about him than i do tbh but hmm...... i guess i like the hc that he likes poetry as a hobby

TFA Optimus Prime thoughts

First impression

i liked that he came from more humble beginnings and is somewhat flawed, it rlly sets him apart from the impression i got of optimus prime as a franchise bcharacter

Impression now

look. i like him!! I rlly do, hes one of the ops im genuinely interested in (normally i just simply do not care much for optimus)

but i see now that his flaws go beyond just being less experienced/not quite knowing how to lead to actually being dismissive to how other people feel at times and also leaning a little too far into the "cog in the great big autobot machine" mentality

if it were up to me i ignore canon optimus in favor for the optimus in my brain that makes sure everybody is emotionally ok and brings the team together as a found family and not a part of a machine

Favorite moment

i replay optimus calling masterson a "n00b" all the time in my head <3

Idea for a story

optimus taking the time to have a one-on-one talk to bumblebee about being a dropout of their respective educations + the trauma of being somewhat responsible for innocent ppl getting turned into techno-organics please and thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Either that or ratchet shutting down optimus's bullshit and knocking some sense into him like "HEY, THE WAY UR TREATING PPL LIKE BEE IS NOT OK" then he actually GROWS from his mistakes and becomes a better person for it!!!!

Unpopular opinion

ive already kinda discussed this but man ppl tend to skim over optimus's jerk moments and baby him like "uwu potat babie <33" but dude!!! he does shit like comfort SENTINEL over bumblebee after the waspinator situation when bee definitely was tramatized by that whole ordeal and simplifies blackarachnia's problems to just how she looks like.

he!! is flawed!!!! he is not an innocent sweet boy or whatever, and he should be properly confronted for it so he can improve!!

Favorite relationship

i think the only ship that has caught my eye is jazzop!! i think jazz's chill vibes could do him a lotta good!

Favorite headcanon

maybe whenever he retires he becomes a historian! he already is shown to have an interest in it from the first episode, so I think it would be neat if way down the road he ends up preserving the history he himself has gone through

[thanksjro]

Dark Cybertron Chapter 2: Going from Zero to Antichrist Real Quick

Bumblebee and his camp buddies are trying to figure out what to do with the Titan who just popped out of the ground like a prairie dog, as the sky looks like a Lisa Frank notebook thanks to the portal to the Dead Universe. It’s honestly very nice, we should should get more pretty apocalypses like this.

Bumblebee starts throwing out orders at everyone, much to Slag’s chagrin. When Slag brings up the point that they probably can’t do much of anything to a guy roughly a hundred times bigger than they are, Bumblebee tells him to shut up and do as he’s told.

Yeah, I had about the same reaction, Slag.

So the Dinobots do their thing. Swoop, who I think is the only guy here who can fly, goes up to see what the Titan’s doing. It’s not much, other than looking really upset. Oh no, what if he’s afraid of heights? Poor guy.

Even if the Titan isn’t moving, the mere presence of the thing is jamming signals, which is kind of an issue. Ironhide’s ready to shoot it in the foot, and Arcee will help, because she’s a team player now. Bumblebee has a minor crisis over whether this is the same Titan that told Starscream he was a prophesied son of a gun, but Prowl doesn’t seem to think that it is.

Prowl, who has been suffering from short-term memory lapses over the last several months or so because a bug-man was controlling his mind.

Yeah, let’s maybe take his opinion on the matter with a grain of salt, even if he is right.

Over at the Lost Light, Orion Pax is visiting Brainstorm’s workshop, where everyone’s favorite science man is admitting to having studied the Dead Universe’s effects on the living and interviewing people who had been to the area.

Man, I sure hope that guy signed a waiver, otherwise Brainstorm’s going to be in a spot of trouble.

Then we get a quick rundown of what the Dead Universe is: an omnicognizant parallel universe that functions on fundamental principles that differ from our own and wants you to die. So, obviously not a place you would want to go to. Still, we gotta, because that’s where the plot is the Dead Universe is gonna vore Cybertron if we don’t.

Brainstorm agrees to cook something up to make the trip through the Gorlam Prime portal easier.

Back on Cybertron, the Titan looms in the distance as we check in on an oddly pristine-looking Iacon. Rattrap tells Starscream to come out of the closet, because the Titan still hasn’t moved and doesn’t seem like it’s going to anytime soon. Starscream does come out, but it’s with his arms full of weapons of Autobot design that he appropriated from the ruins of Kimia, because he doesn’t trust that Titan to not start some shit. Rattrap suggests that they maybe get a second opinion before they start murdering people for standing in a barren field.

Back on the Lost Light, there’s a little shindig going down at Swerve’s, everyone staring down the table where Optimus, Rodimus, and Ultra Magnus are seated. Swerve takes the opportunity to do what everyone else is probably really wanting to, and snaps a few photos of them for his scrapbook. As soon as he’s done, we get to the Emotions portion of our issue.

Rodimus is letting himself be vulnerable in front of the man he idolizes, and I think that’s very brave of him.

Nobody’s feeling super great about the situation they’ve been presented with, but there isn’t a lot that can be done about it now. Just gotta work with what they got. Rodimus asks Optimus how he feels about Starscream being elected leader of Cybertron.

But I thought that freedom was the right of all sentient beings? You know, like the freedom of choice in our government officials, even if they aren’t the best option we could possibly have, because at least they’re better than the guy who had bombs planted in people’s heads for crowd control purposes? Are you saying that it only counted when the concept of freedom could be manipulated so you could go kick Megatron’s ass, and that actual freedom of choice doesn’t jive with your personal sensibilities as much as you’d like everyone to think it does? No wonder you’re going to try to overthrow the entire Earth’s government system to get humanity annexed into Cybertron’s bullshit in a few years’ time.

But perhaps this Starscream thing is actually the work of Megatron! What will Orion do then?

…I mean, do I even have to say it?

ORION, THAT’S GAY.

And I thought we’d already figured out what to do with Megatron back in “Chaos Theory”, where you spent three issues waffling on the subject until the man himself told you to execute him, because even he was sick of your crisis of self. The only reason you didn’t get to act on it was because Megatron disappeared after Vector Sigma blew up and then you fucked off into space without even bothering to check if he was actually dead.

But enough of Orion promising to kill/kiss Megatron, it’s time to see what Brainstorm’s cooked up. It’s not much, but to be fair, he’s only had a few hours to pull something together- our ship’s genius has made a few forcefield generators, using nothing more than some forcefield generators and juice he squeezed out of a bug. Science truly is amazing.

And I bet Trailcutter hates this invention too, for multiple reasons this time!

Cyclonus, who is looking especially purple today, agrees to join the excursion to the Dead Universe, even though it’s pretty clear he really, really doesn’t want to. Hardhead seems in better spirits than our resident space jet, though maybe that’s just bravado macho-man bullshitting on his part.

With our team put together, it’s time to jump out of the spaceship and into a place that quite literally wants them dead. But first Rodimus has a little chat with Ultra Magnus about his feelings. A lot of sharing this issue.

Magnus doesn’t feel fit to be in charge while Rodimus goes off to save the day and maybe die, because he doesn’t have that special something that makes a leader a leader. Charisma? The ability to think on your feet? The ability to see people as people and not numbers? Not having people know you’re actually a much smaller man running around in an Ultra Magnus suit? Whatever it is, Rodimus seems to think that it’s trumped by a mysterious something in his hand, and that Magnus will do just fine.

While Team -Imus goes into the murder reality, Magnus and the Lost Light will be going off to find Jhiaxus, because they need something to do while our protagonist and his absentee father go on their own adventure.

Back on Cybertron, Starscream’s visiting prison, and wants to talk to a very good boy without the guards overhearing. Jazz makes a very vague threat about what will happen if any harm comes to the prisoner, then steps away.

Let’s talk about how to sell toys for a second.

This issue of “Dark Cybertron” had a cover featuring Scoop, the very good boy I’ve mentioned before, because it was paired off with his Generations toy. We know from reading RID that Scoop is the leader of a group called the Construction Patrol, and he likes to help simply for the sake of helping. Sounds like a nice, if generic, character. How is this issue going to introduce people to him? Will he bust out of prison to save the day? Fight evil through heroic sacrifice? Do anything besides talk?

No, he’s going to tell Starscream he’s a herald of death that was foretold in the robot bible.

Yeah, that’ll move some fucking product!

This isn’t even the most batshit thing Scoop’s going to pull in this event, but it is what they decided to put in the issue that “features” him.

Over with Shockwave, we’re treated to some renewed friendships, as Nova Prime and Galvatron reveal that they don’t hate each other after all, but have a mutual respect based in subjugating those weaker than them.

I’m guessing this is a contrast to their previous relationship dynamic in older publications, but I’m not going back to comb through the likes of Heart of Darkness to check, because it really doesn’t matter.

There’s a bit of a snag in Shockwave’s plan to bring Galvatron and Nova Prime back to the Not-Dead Universe, as the space bridge in the Titan burnt up when it got there. Gee, that sucks. I guess all those “Prelude” issues about getting the Titan from Gorlam Prime were sort of a waste of time, weren’t they? Love it when I’m told I wasted my time reading motherfucking Ramondelli issues.

Speaking of Ramondelli, it’s Dead Universe time.

Sigh. Hello, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop. It’s nice to see you.

No, it isn’t. I lied.

I’m sorry, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop, this isn’t your fault.

So we’re here in the Dead Universe, and it’s looking pretty wild and crazy, though the characters are likely thinking this for a completely different reason than we are as readers. It turns out, the Dead Universe… is dying.

…MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THAT’S SOME GOOD WRITIN’ RIGHT THERE

Also, Cyclonus has disappeared, not that anyone actually gives a shit, because they’re too busy dealing with the giant space leeches that just showed the hell up. Dang, why’s that happening?

…That only happens as a form of population control, or if the young in question are sickly and have a low chance of survival, not just because the mama rabbit got a bit peckish between lunch and dinner, you stupid fucking robot.

Half of this writing team won awards a couple years after this was published, I want you to remember that.

They fight the cyberwraiths for a bit, things look like they’re getting dicey, then suddenly they fuck off as Cyclonus shows up, probably fresh off the end of a goddamned panic attack because he’s back in the Dead Universe. Then he proceeds to vomit up some black energon. That’s a fun thing, glad you made me look at that.

Rodimus is concerned that one of their team members has got the Hollywood Tuberculosis cough, but Cyclonus doesn’t want his fucking pity. The fellas decide it’s time to get a move on, seeing as they’ve been here a grand total of 20 seconds and been attacked, so they need to get this over with ASAP.

As Team -Imus flies off in a ship I don’t remember them bringing along, someone decides that they’re going to stick their finger in that puddle of vomit.

Nightbeat you fucking idiot, there aren’t any sinks in the Dead Universe! Now your hand’s gonna be all gross for the entirety of this event! He’s not even analyzing it, it’s just on his hand! Why is Nightbeat having zero concept of personal hygiene a running theme in the things I read? Fuck!

You may be wondering what Nightbeat’s doing in the Dead Universe, or even where he’s been for a good chunk of IDW. We’ve seen him in flashbacks from before the war, but not during or after, least not within anything I’ve covered. So, what’s be been up to?

Fuck you, you’ll have to wait for a later issue to be told what Phase One bullshit you’ll have had to read to understand why this dumbass is here.

Back on Cybertron, Prowl is telling Bumblebee that he sucks because he’s not acting. I’m not exactly sure what he expects Bumblebee to do about the Titan who’s just standing there. It’s not like issuing a loitering ticket is going to do anything. Then the Decepticons attack them, among their ranks being the scariest fucking Ravage I’ve ever seen.

Why do you look like that? Rojo’s supposed to have the cutesy style on this team, why the fuck did he turn the kitty cat into one of the terror dogs from Ghostbusters? 

Anyway, that’s the end of the issue. Sure hope you’re invested enough in trying to figure out what the fuck Nightbeat’s deal is to snag Robots in Disguise #23.

[bumble-booty]

Commissions Are Open! (New and Updated Version!)

Commissions are currently Open!

My writing background and preferences!

My Nickname is Bumble Booty or Baby Blue, feel free to use either! My specialty is dark/gore, body horror, psychological horror, and NSFW! However, I will absolutely do non-dark as well, so if light and fluffy is more your preference- I’m still interested in writing it! 

I have a Bachelors Degree with a Double Major and a minor- Psychology (specialized in abnormal), Philosophy (integrative study with Psychology), and Criminology (minor and main focus being crime and homicide). As for other useful background, I actually work for a movie store (and one other place, but that one doesn’t give me plot bunnies)! 

What that means for you is- don’t be shy with any prompt. I’ve probably been in contact with it before through my studies, personal research, or work-related exposure!

My specialty is Transformers, but I have recently fallen for the Hazbin Hotel fandom. However, I have not written for the latter as of yet. I will most likely get into Hazbin Hotel very soon though! If you want something outside of these fandoms, please expect a slight delay as I research the fandom. Please ask though, as I may still take it on with sufficient info!

Disclaimer: On most occasions, I typically stick to more canon-style fics. It is simply easier for me to work with plausible situations that can expand out from there- however, I might still do more crack-style if I feel confident enough. I will also do original works if I have enough information!

What I will Likely/Certainly Reject: These are subtypes I do not feel confident in/have had bad experiences with/ will not touch with a 10 foot pole. 

Pedophilia. 

While age-differences are perfectly okay, molesting a child isn’t. All characters in my work WILL be 18+ for NSFW fics, or you can politely take your business elsewhere. 

Because sometimes this apparently needs to be said, Age Regression is not Pedophilia. If your preferred characters are of consensual age and this is a psychological fic where the boundaries are CLEARLY set, please feel free to message me. If your character is a child being abused as an adult, do not. I can tell the difference. 

Farting/ Flatulence fics. 

This is a strange one, but I have had strange experiences with this subtype and those that request it. I have no opinion on your kinks or likes, but I will no longer be accepting fics with this as a PRIMARY FOCUS. 

If it happens to be something that might come up- for instance, an IBS coping fic, a period fic, an autopsy/drowning fic, etc- I will happily discuss this being an option as far as accurately describing the symptoms/struggles of those that suffer with these conditions/fates. Do not hesitate to discuss it with me, the worst you will be told is no. 

Unusually Predatory/ Targeted Hate Fics.

I am well aware of the trend of shaming someone/ channeling a targeted threat through popular media, and I will not help damage someone’s psyche. If I have reason to believe you are using this fic to try to shame a previous significant other/ trying to use your fic and its exposure to target/mislead someone into what could be a psychologically damaging situation, I will not be working with you. Deciding this is my discretion, and if it is truly not your intent I apologize but stand by my decision. As mentioned prior, If it is not your intent go ahead and email me with your prompt anyway- the worst you will be told is no! 

 Any Other Fic for Personal Reasons. 

I am a person with my own history, and I reserve the right to deny a fic if it strikes too close to home. 

My Pricing, Payments, Refunds, and Alterations!

Pricing: I charge in USD on a rising scale for minimum word counts. 50 cents per 100 words, up to $4.50 for 999. After that, it's a flat $5 for 1,000-word increments. So: $5 for 1,000 words, $10 for 2,000 words, $15 for 3,000, etc. Final Pricing will be established before I start working, but I am very flexible! Should you want something changed/altered while I’m working on the draft, please contact me! 

Payments: Payments are accepted through Venmo upon completion AND APPROVAL of your work.

Refunds: Refunds will not be served, as I usually don’t accept payment until after the work is completed and approved. 

Alterations: If we decide on an alternative prompt after or during the first draft, I will consider this the new commission and write with a new/altered price agreed on by both of us through DM/Email. I will mostly stick with my standard pricing, but any oddities will be discussed privately should something happen on my end to cause a delay. 

Side note: I do not have a maximum word count, and if I go over it's ON ME. My Prices are for a minimum, not a maximum.

Request form!

When contacting me about a commission, please send me this general format for ease of keeping everything straight! If you do not, I will reply with this copied in so I know exactly what you want and can ask for more information wherever needed!

Characters: (This is who you want to see! If you want couples, please mark them in the x/x format, with non-couples listed singularly and separated by a comma.) 

EX: Prowl/Jazz, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Unnamed Mecha.

Basic Plot: (SFW/NSFW, what you want to happen. This is the main idea I’m working with!)

EX: NSFW, Jazz returns from a mission in a dangerous head space. He is fairly violent to everyone, and is searching for Prowl due to his ability to calm his coding. Optimus and Bumblebee are helping Prowl contain the rouge Ops mech before he offlines half the base. 

Sub-Plot: (Kinks/Small Details/ Triggers you want to see. If going into more detail on a particular thing, put a hyphen after the general descriptor and continue. End this with another hyphen, then continue listing if you have more!)

EX: Pinning, Biting, Clawing, Mild Body Horror- Maybe Optimus gets some tubing cut loose? Or a random, unnamed Mech meeting a foul end after startling Jazz?  I just want it to be obvious how dangerous Jazz is in this state!- Feral Behavior, Aftercare, and Post-Recovery Apology.

Other: Things you DO NOT WANT TO SEE AT ALL. Please clarify in the same way you clarified in Sub-plot. This is especially important if you are requesting Gore/Trauma fics.  

******Please be clear on this!!!! This can be as broad as "no gore" to as specific as the word "moist". Please understand that it is not necessary for you to explain why, nor do you have to give me any reasoning should I ask for you to expand/elaborate. I do, however, reserve the right to ask if similar words/situations would also be off-limits. As mentioned in the personal background, I have studied Psychology and I do not want to be the reason you expand a phobia or traumatic event.  PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS A SERVICE YOU ARE PAYING FOR, AND IT IS MY DUTY TO FILL THIS SERVICE IN A WAY THAT YOU ENJOY! Not put you in a bad head space or trigger you!******

EX: Gutting, Descriptive Bone/strut snapping, Overly Possessive Language- especially the word ‘pet’ or other dehumanizing possessive language along those lines- Unsanitary, and the word “Moist”- similar words such as ‘damp’ or ‘sweltering’ are acceptable (I just don’t like that word). 

How To Reach Me!

Email: My work email is “bootybumble@yahoo.com”- please put ‘commission’ somewhere in the subject line so I know to look ASAP. I usually respond pretty quick, but I do hold two jobs. Expect an answer within 24 hours. I will reply to the email you contact me with if I have further questions and clarification, or if I’m accepting/rejecting the commission right away!

If you do not receive an answer in 24 hours, feel free to email me again and explain you did not get an answer- it might be a filtering problem that I need to fix! 

DM: Direct Messages are also acceptable here, but I will warn that I often forget to check! Email is more reliable for a faster reply, but I will do my best do accommodate those that don’t want to/ can’t email! 

Please keep to the same format as you would for an email, but feel free to break it up into sizable portions since messages read a bit weird. I don’t mind the spam messages, I'm that kind of texter myself!

Priority/Timeframe, Rejecting, and Posting/Delivery! 

Priority/Timeframe: Commissions will take top priority over other writing work, and if I happen to get two at once it will be by order of receiving. I strive to have 2,000 words and below done per a one week period, anything more than that I will discuss with you over email/pms due to job balancing.

Rejecting: I would like to mention that I still reserve my rights to reject commissions if I feel I am unable to complete them in a manner worthy of accepting payment, or if I feel I cannot give enough personal effort due to work/personal qualms.

Posting/Delivery: Upon completion of the first draft, I will send you the draft script in a downloaded document (usually .docx format) if you like the draft/bones, please respond with any alterations you would like to see! This is additions, subtractions, substitutes, or changes! You can do anything as small as a word, to as large as the entire fic as long as it is agreed upon. 

After this is cleared, I will go back through the fic and add flourish and final details. After that is the proofreading phase, then I will send you the completed fic. If you are not happy with the final fic, please respond with what you would like changed and I will GLADLY fix the issues!

DISCLAIMER: I will not post your finished product without your permission if it is a payment-finalized product! This means that if you have paid for it, it is yours to keep. If I really liked the fic, I might ask your permission to post it to my AO3 Account with it either listed as a gift fic to your AO3 account, or with a notice placed in the notes at the top of the page that this was a commissioned piece, followed by your username/"anonymous" if you would not like it known that it was yours. 

HOWEVER: I ask that you do not post these works as if they were your own! I work very hard on my commissions and put substantial research into each piece, and I am more than willing to signal boost you on the work as well for sponsoring it! If you have a private archive or something similar that you intend on posting it to, please mention it to me during the initial emails/dms and we can discuss it. (I highly doubt I will mind though, I can understand some organization quirks!)

Samples!

If you would like to read some samples of my works, Check me out on AO3!

http://archiveofourown.org/users/BumbleBooty 

Here are some samples of my personal favorite works within my most popular word count brackets!

Less than 1K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/13413417

Thuck! E's Thuck! - Bumblebee/Grimlock, NSFW, Vore 

1K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/13445199

Those Who Need Us The Most- Bumblebee/Grimlock, SFW, Comfort 

2K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/13356138

The Sweetest Melody- Tarn/Pharma, NSFW, Body Horror

3K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/12662973

Detecting the Undetectable- Jazz/Prowl, NSFW, Heat Cycles

4K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/12275850

SCP 3262- Bumblebee, Original work, SCP Crossover

Just under 5K- http://archiveofourown.org/works/12199893

All For You- Jazz/Prowl, NSF, Candy Armour Vore Style

6K+- http://archiveofourown.org/works/13407669 

Pretty Kitty-Prowl/Jazz/Smokescreen, NSFW, Neko/Werewolf Heatfic

[smokescreen24]

Be Nosy

1. What’s your sexual orientation? I’m straight, I like men. 

2. What are you obsessed with right now? I have several obsessions, they tend to cycle in and out.

3. Ever done any drugs? I smoke weed occasionally, and only socially. It hurts my lungs, and I like my lungs too much to damage them horribly. 

4. What piercings do you want? A nose piercing is on the agenda. You know, eventually. 

5. How many people have you kissed? 4? I think that’s right. Maybe five. 

6. Describe your dream home. . . . .I honestly have no idea what my dream home would be. 

7. Who are you jealous of? No one in particular. I rather like the life I have. 

8. What’s your favorite show to binge? I’ve been watching a lot of Blindspot and NCIS. Both are procedurals, and both are very good. 

9. Do you watch porn? No, I’m more likely to read it. I can’t take porn films seriously. (Also, they don’t do anything for me.)

10. Do you have a secret sideblog? Why would I? I’m not shy about my weirdness. 

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? Somewhere warm and tropical. I’m not digging this cold snap right now. 

12. What’s one of your fantasies? I need you to define fantasy before I answer this. There are a couple ways I could answer this.

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? Nope! Not my cup of tea, to be honest. 

14. How would you spend a million dollars? Mostly with boring adult shit. Paying off debts and all that jazz. If I have anything left over after that, then I’ll travel. 

15. Are you in a relationship? Married, as a matter of fact. This year will be three years married. 

16. Do you follow porn blogs? I don’t believe so. Pornbots still follow me, though. 

17. Are you angry with anyone right now? No? All told, today was a good day.

18. What tattoos do you want? I’m getting a helix tattoo of cat prints up the shell of my ear, a boquet of gardenias, morning glories, jasmine and daisies on my right shoulder, the phrase ‘be the chaos you want to see in the world’ on the inside of my left arm, and last but not least, a red and green cancer ribbon on my left calf. 

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to? My first name, certainly. It’s too common, and I’d change it to Jazz. 

20. What is something you’re obsessed with? I’m a Dungeons and Dragons nerd. That’s my most recent obsession. 

21. Describe your best friend. Imma describe her personality. She’s whip-crack smart, very much her own woman, and does not suffer fools gladly. She’ll very definitely speak her mind, and to hell with what other people think of her. She’s bold, in your face, and frankly, amazing. 

22. Tag someone you think is hot. Can I @ David Tennant? I think he’s hot. 

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists? Aw, only five??? Aight, let’s see - The Heavy, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Within Temptation, and Linkin Park.

24. What are three places you want to travel? England, Greece, and Italy. 

25. Describe your perfect Friday night. I’m a homebody, so at home, with the hubby with a good homecooked meal and my cat. 

26. What’s your favorite season? Unpopular opinion time!!! I’m a summer fan! I hate winter, and the cold! 

27. What’s your pet peeve? Disorganization. I deeply dislike when my coworker on first shift leaves our desk a wreck. It makes me twitch. 

28. Who is the funniest person you know? Uh, that’d probably be my friend Chris. His nickname back in high school was Funnyman. And he has not mellowed with age. 

29. What’s the most overrated movie? Overrated? I’m not a big movie fan, so I’m the wrong one to ask.

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message. I am here to tell you that I’m not shy in the least. If I wanna talk, I’ll talk. 

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? It’s a fairly even split. I like them both. 

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? Probably in Tal’dorei or Exandria. Critical Role has eaten my brain. 

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? It wouldn’t differ much now in terms of style. It’d just be better made. 

34. What’s your coffee order? A vanilla latte with two shots of espresso. 

35. Do you have a crush on anyone? Bruh, I married the guy. Just throwing that out there. 

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Not even a little. 

37. Have any tattoos? Yes. I have two, and as stated above, plan to get more. 

38. Do you drink? Socially. I’m not big on drinking for the sake of it. 

39. Are you a virgin? HAHAHAHAHAHA. No. 

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals? No, I don’t believe I do. 

41. How many followers do you have? Not that many. I’m a pretty low-key blog.

42. Describe the hottest person you know. Please let me @ David Tennant. 

43. What’s your guilty pleasure? I like reality tv. I watched Flavor Of Love back when it was on BET. I admit to watching it for the drama. 

44. Do you read erotica? YUP! I can’t write it worth a damn, but I like to read it! 

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on? . . . . . I have to admit that I’ve never been on a truly awful date. Not many women can say that. 

46. How many people do you follow? Entirely too many. I need to cull the numbers a little. 

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick? Once more for the win! @ David Tennant! 

48. Describe your ideal partner. I married him. He’s an extremely tolerant man, and he thinks I’m funny. (I’m not, I’m just mean.)

49. Who do you text the most? That would be my best friend! @sabotage-prowl

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather? Hot. I like the heat.

[jazz-miester]

Good morning my friend! Would you do a Prowl x human fem scenario, ending a relationship, but then they come back and have a happy ending? Like you did in "I will cherish you. Until my last breath I will cherish you."? I loved an angst with jazz, I would like a little Prowl. Thanks for reading!

💙

Better Half of Me

Paring: Prowl x Reader

Reader type: Female Human

Song: John my beloved- Sufjan Stevens

Warnings: Angst lol

An: Absolutely I can do this! Hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry this took so long! Life's been hectic and I've been dealing with migraines my dude. But I do hope you enjoy this despite how long it took me.

You lost something in yourself when you watched him drive away. Some portion of your heart. The place where you held your love for him.

Broken. Chipped off.

It was still there.

God why was it still there?

The two of you had mutually agreed that it would be better if you didn't see each other anymore. Agreed that it was safer for you.

For him.

That you wouldn't just be some pawn used against him at some point.

It happened once before.

Your ribs were still bruised from were Starscream held you.

Color darkened your skin. Ached with every breath. You had considered yourself lucky. He could have broken bones. Punctured your lungs.

At times you wondered if that would be preferable.

You couldn't remember who you were before Prowl.

Just what did you do with your life before he came into it?

Your mornings left you aimless and wandering. Every morning you had hiked the hill behind your house to watch the sunrise with Prowl. A hot cup of coffee in hand and you sat next to him. Listening to Prowl tell you about the shenanigans the twins had gotten into that night.

He helped you plan your day. Reminding you of important appointments.

To take care of yourself.

.

.

.

Prowl found himself in a familiar situation. He was missing an important part of himself. His once normally proficient battle computer able to rattle off a million and one outcomes in astro seconds.

Was useless.

At least here and now.

He did good in battle. In war. In the heat of the moment. Where there was black and white.

Here and now.

But in the grey?

Wading within his own emotions. Trying to make head or tails of what felt both right and wrong.

Primus he didn't know a fragging thing.

Prowl first thought about it like he would a battle plan. Like the kind of thing he would use to bring someone back from enemy lines. To advise Optimus on where to steer his loyal troops.

You can't do than with emotions. You can't make them follow the same straight and narrow line like your mind. No right or wrong.

Only what his spark was yearning for.

And it was you. Primus it was always you.

Patient you. Caring you. Sweet you. The only human or cybertronian that took his feeling with consideration. That even when he thought about what someone needed most as a gift rather than what they wanted is when he cares the most.

That his way of saying. "I love you." Was action. Was gifting necessities.

And Prowl loved you deeply. With everything his aching spark would allow. He'd give himself to you. If he could. Let you use him in any way you see fit. To be your sword and shield.

And it destroyed him when he couldn't. When he saw you in Starscream's grasp he shorted out. Wires crossed. Processer glitching.

His battle computer was worthless. It became as useful as a hole in a boat.

His spark on the other had. His emotions. They screamed and yelled.

"Do something! Do anything! Save them!"

He did. In the end. Managed to pull you from the Seekers grasp.

And within that week he was the one that proposed the break up.

It hurt him more than when Starscream had you.

That look.

Primus that look.

And you agreed. Voice quiet. Eyes dull. Arms pulled into your chest.

You agreed.

Because if course you did.

You trusted him. His opinions.

Primus why did you trust him?

These thoughts rack threw his processor nearly three months later. Energon pooling beneath him. Frothing at his lips.

Prowl. For the first time in his life cycle. Thanked Primus. Thanked whatever God that made him Cybertronian and you human.

He didn't think he would be able to handle the shattering of a Spark bond. Not if it was you. He couldn't do that to you.

"Spark bond mech? What are you going on about." Prowl didn't even acknowledge the voice. It was probably First-aid. Maybe Ratchet. Just whoever reached him first.

"Y/n." Your name left his lips. It tasted sweet on his glossa. If he passed here. Joined the well. It would be with your name on his lips. On his last venting breath. He would brand your name on his spark to join him in the well.

Perhaps it was selfish. But. It was a time of firsts. And, for the first time once more, Prowl was wrong.

You weren't better without him.

And he was desperate for you.

"We're loosing him!" ..... "Get the......"

.

.

.

Do you remember that time when you lost your mom in the store? Maybe at the fair? Do you remember that feeling in your chest? The bubble that swelled in it? That grew and grew until it touched your throat. Made it burn and ache. The tingling in your lips and terror filled you?

You felt that now. And again as Jazz drove you back to the Ark.

Tears falling soundlessly. Wetting the collar of your shirt.

Your hands gather the fabric of your to large sweater as you stare at Jazz's steering wheel. The Autobot symbol almost mocking you.

"Jazz. Why me? Why did you come and tell me?" His blinker clicked on. Then off as he took a right turn. Rain poured against the window. Pitter pattering in the strange quietness of his interior.

For once Jazz played no music. Silence as he drove you to his closest friend.

"He spoke your name. Y/n. He spoke your name like it was the last bit of energon he'd ever drink again." He reached the opening of the Ark. Transformed with that seamless elegance only he had. He bent down to your level momentarily blocking the rain.

"He called you Spark Mate. And no mech or femme does that without serious thought."

Prowl doesn't make mistakes.

Not like this.

.

.

.

It's quiet when you walk into the med bay. Soundless save for the humm of the Spark monitor connected to Prowl. The rise and fall of the lines mirroring the push and pull of a mech or femmes spark pulse.

You couldn't read it even if you wanted to.

Ratchet told you that he would be ok. That Prowl would live. His Spark would continue to sing.

But.

God.

It didn't look like it.

His scratched and dented frame. Pristine white turned grey and muddy from the fight.

And those welds. God the welds on his chest. So close to his spark.

So close to what made Prowl. Prowl.

You sat beside him. To hands on his servo. Fingers dancing along the seems. Feathering over charcoal grey paint.

Those servos that made you feel safe. Those servos that held you late at night curled up against his chest.

The tears fell again. Voice catching in your throat. You hands shake. tighten against his. Your shoulders shake. Tense.

"You bastard. You dump me and then go and almost die." You lean against him. Curling up in the space between his hips and shoulder. "Your supposed the be smart mech."

"Smart. Not omnipotent, my spark." The endearment leaves him before he can take it back. And Prowl doesn't. Not here. Not now. Not when he thinks Primus has sent him an angel.

A human concept. One he wishes were true for theirs.

His servo moves on its own. Digit brushing back hair. Curling over your jaw. Wiping away the tears trailing your cheeks.

Your eyes close and you lean against his servo. Hand coming up to rest over his.

"You scared me Prowl. Downright terrified me." You look up at him.

"Prowl I still care about you." You both look to the monitor as it rises in sound. Prowl clears his intake.

"I." He stops. Thinks over his words. Takes this out. Puts this in.

"I never stopped. I never stopped loving you." His blue optics look into you own. Capturing you like when you first met. You found yourself lost in them. "Y/n. I wanted you to be my spark mate. I'm unable to do that because of our differences. But."

Prowl stops. Looks at you. Really looks at you.

Every foul emotion he has boils up.

Fear. Regret. Guilt.

"Are you able to forgive me? For what I've done? Abandoning you? It is selfish to ask o know but-" You cut him off with a solid Thwack! To his arm.

"Prowl what you did was anything but. I know you. And I knew it hurt you more than it did me to do that. I agreed. Of course I did. Because I knew that you still loved me regardless. And I'll always love you. Spark mates or not. Married or not. I'll always love you." You placed kiss to his servo.

"Nothing could change that. Not in this lifetime or the next."

Prowl felt his spark swell. Pride. Relief.

You cared. You still loved him.

Prowl felt his lips pull into a smile. And one fell on your face as well. You cherished when he smiled. It pulled his age back. Made him seem more soft. Sweet. More him. Less tired.

Prowl chuckled. Drew you in close. Pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Truly." He muttered. "You are the better half of me." He spoke it into your skin. Laid it there. An unspoken promise of what would come later.

Without the interruption of Ratchet at least.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 5

“Ori?” Jazz took his bass off the wall and strummed it, playing scales as a means to steady his processor as he opened the comm link he shared with his originator.

“What do ya need, Love?” Punch asked as he answered.

“Got good site to order some forgivin’ armour off of?” Jazz asked. 

“Get in some trouble?” Punch asked.

“Went through my rut wit an Omega Bot,” Jazz explained. “Got’m wit spark. Now even his low cut scrap is pinchin’ ‘n ‘m thinking’ it ain’t gonna get better.”

“Probably didn’t get a proper fittin’,” Punch replied. “ I’ll sent ya a link. Get somethin’ wit adjustable panels for now.”

“Thanks,” Jazz told him. “I told’m ya’d help’m when he’s ready to talk ‘bout all the stuff wit carryin’. He ain’t ready yet. He’s been through Pit.”

“I know my bitty so I know ya weren’t the one to put’m through it,” Punch said.

“No,” Jazz replied. “Don’t mean it’s any easier for’m.”

Because the armour had removable panels, Jazz could order it straight off the shelf. He paid for a rush delivery, which meant it would be delivered by the light-cycle. It was fast enough. A visit to Ratchet was in order but it could wait a couple of mega-cycles. What Prowl needed right now was to rest away from prying optics. He was going to be under even more scrutiny when they returned to duty. Jazz would have to make sure the line was toed. Prowl would not come to ruin because Jazz sparked him up in a heat. Optimus had shown himself to be protective of his Omega Autobots and that would be helpful, to a point. It would be Ironhide and how he responded who would be the deciding factor, Jazz thought. The weapons master was a Beta and the primary disciplinarian for the drops stationed at the base and he always made a point of showing the cockiest of Alpha Autobots their afts. Jazz had not seen one beat him yet when dared to spare. But he was old, ancient even and he might yet have some opinions on where a gravid Omega was meant to be, home brooding, as an example. If he was slow to enforce Prime’s will, Prowl would have a deeply unfair fight on his servos and it seemed to Jazz he had been through enough.

He had the makings of a good originator, though Jazz did not think it would be a comfort to him to hear that right now. The knowledge he was carrying was a deep psychological blow. Jazz knew his originator, a natural Omega, had not be happy to learn he was carrying after an unexpected heat and the whole carrying had been a miserable ordeal that had nearly killed him. Though a difficult delivery had rendered Punch sterile, it had not spared him heats and the attention of entitled Alphas, at least not until Jazz and Ricochet had been old enough to chase them off, giving Punch the ability to choose who he spent his heats with versus who got to him first. To a point, Ori would be able to empathize with the pain of Prowl’s position and he would also understand that Prowl’s pain was also different, layered, which would make him a good shoulder to lean on, once Prowl was ready.

Jazz was not entirely glad to be in this mess but he was relieved to a point that he had decided to go to the centre to manage his rut. He did not know what sorts of Alphas Prowl had been with before, beyond Lockdown but the enforcer at least seemed to have been a nasty sort of scrap. Just having a heat was traumatizing to Prowl and Jazz might have been arrogant but he did not think another Alpha would have noticed to care. Using aft fragging to help Prowl’s pleasure and his mood had been effective. Would another Alpha have bothered? Would Prowl have felt safe enough to ask? Jazz did not believe they could have been called friends but even when they argued, they worked well together. Prowl was wicked smart and sometimes overcautious so far as ops were concerned. When they worked on something together, they tended to have the most success. In any case, Jazz thought Prowl liked him arguing, it meant he was not dismissing his opinion like many Alphas tried.

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

***

The ruby tea was calming. Prowl left the collar on, not ready yet for Jazz to see how thoroughly Lockdown had owned him. It was humiliating. Everything about this was humiliating. He knew he was an Omega, a full Omega as true as one who had emerged with this presentation but he still wondered, still feared that his frame would not be able to give emergence. Would his valve really stretch that much? True an Alpha’s knot was big but a bitlet was bigger. Was his pelvis wide enough? Since Lockdown had broken it before Prowl had even been properly bitched, he did not know if it had widened to allow for such a thing. True, his hips were wider than they had been but some of that was just… pudge. He had never asked if his frame was formatted correctly for emergence because he had never wanted to be kindled. Now he was going to have to ask. He was going to know. It was distressing. An Omega’s carrying was a stellar-cycle long. In that time, his frame would demand contributions. The only Alpha to have spike Prowl out of heat had been Lockdown. Could he even do it? Was he going to waste away because he was too afraid to frag?

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

“I do not know,” Prowl replied. “I do not think I could nap. I am tired but my processor is… in turmoil.”

“Can I join ya?” Jazz asked. Prowl nodded. He did not leer when Jazz stripped. He had seen the Alpha’s frame from every angle. It was an attractive frame. Even out of heat Prowl could acknowledge that. “Did ya wanna turn around so I can rub yer back? It might help ya relax.”

“That could help,” Prowl said.

Jazz was gentle and firm as he handled Prowl’s doorwings. He listened, Prowl realized to the joint as he cracked and popped it before activating his magnets. Prowl was overloading, moaning opening before he even realized it. Every drop of tension fled from them and his back and shoulders bled away and the Omega sagged, limp in Jazz’s lap. As Jazz continued to massage the oil from the bath into Prowl’s sentio-metallico, he realized the Alpha’s spike was not hard. The observation let Prowl relax even more. He did not think he could be safer with anyone. Jazz had always been the Autobot Prowl felt safest with, safest to argue with, safest to be alone with. Even after breeding him, Jazz was not acting like he felt free to use Prowl’s frame as it suited him.

“I think a nap would be good now,” Jazz told him. “Don’t ya think?”

“Mhm,” Prowl replied. Jazz lifted him from the bath and towel-dried him. He did not put his own armour back on or Prowl’s on him. With the same ease he had in rut, Jazz lifted Prowl up and he carried him from the washracks and into his berthroom and tucked him into the berth.

“How long did ya want me to leave ya to recharge?” Jazz asked.

“Do not leave me,” Prowl asked. His Omega coding basked in the reassuring field of the Alpha that had bred him. “I am safe with you.”

Jazz cupped his cheekplate: “You are Sweetspark.”

Prowl curled into his side as soon as Jazz laid down and in nanokliks, he was in recharge.

[trebletwenty]

Fanfiction Commissions

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I do mainly Transformers, and I have also done Yugioh and Hetalia in the past. You can still ask me about other fandoms.

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$15 per 1000 words of nsfw 

I need a $10 deposit to start working and then the rest on completion

This goes up to a $20 deposit if you have a particular deadline in mind

I will apply rush fees if the deadline is very short

I am open to being paid in installments

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I MAY write your OC - but we need to talk about them

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His most loyal - tfp Megasound valentines day commission for @wrathematics

“ Beautiful,” Soundwave said as Megatron came to join him.

“Decidedly so,” Megatron murmured. He was not looking at the stars. 

Soundwave reached out for his hand and they watched the vastness of space spin on without giving them the slightest bit of notice. It made Soundwave feel small, but in a way that was calming, rather than stifling. Stars felt nothing for the affairs of mortal mechanisms. He had always looked upon them with a sense of awe - here is something mighty, here is a force of nature. In some ways it was rather like how he thought of Megatron, but in other ways it just didn’t compare. After all, the stars could not hold his hand. The Neighbour - Scorponok/Flame slowburn for @scorpflame 

The ceiling was, as ever, grey. It was a very particular shade of grey, as selected by Autobot High Command, designed by a team of scientists to be calming; gently soothing the processor and promoting quiet reflection on all your life’s wrongs. Supposedly it stimulated a certain line of code in your motivator. Flame had met Prowl once, entirely by chance, and formed an opinion of the mech that he’d carried with him through every suicide run, seemingly pointless mission and rejected research proposal, and that was that he was a smug glitch who’d clearly deleted any line of empathy code he’d ever had years ago, and as such he highly doubted whether the colour of the ceiling was meant to promote anything other than the urge to stick his head against one of Fortress Maximus’s famed leg guns and tell him that what he did at Simanzi wasn’t really that impressive. 

  Winning Hearts and Minds (and Spikes) - the pin up propaganda epic “I’m not sure why Prime still gives you a chair,” Ironhide mused, “seeing as you never fragging sit in it.”

“Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, Ironhide,” Jazz replied, very seriously. “That’s a direct quote from the mech himself. That means it’s my right to sit in my chair or not sit in my chair as I please.”

Ironhide nodded. “That checks out,” he said, “just as it’s my right to smack your aft when it’s in my face.”

Jazz frowned. “That’s not what it means at all, actually.”

“Smacking Jazz’s aft is the right of all sentient beings,” Ironhide said. “That’s what you said, right? It checks out.” Be Mean to Me - rodiclash. NSFW (so no preview)

[logical-tactician]

“I want to know what love is to you.” And “Who you love”

For a long moment Prowl just stared, optics slightly wider and brighter than usual, white digits frozen above the datapad he was about to pick up before the sudden interruption. Then, doorwings hiked up a bit higher and the tactician cleared his intake, optics returning to their normal hues.

“Jazz. I thought that there is nothing you could possibly do to surprise me in the middle of my shift anymore. Clearly I was wrong,” he responded flatly, neutral, slightly detached facade returning while deep inside the tactician was far from being calm. 

Because Prowl wasn’t exactly the kind of mech who spent a lot of time thinking about what love was and what it was specifically to him. And he certainly wasn’t the kind of mech who casually discussed such things with others; the tactician rarely discussed any of his feelings and emotions with anyone at all, he wasn’t good at this. It was a bad idea, one that could backfire terribly, he just knew that. That’s what his calculations indicated as well. 

So this? This scene right here, right now? It was something Prowl’s nightmares were made of. Especially considering the fact that the mech he was possibly romantically interested in happened to be his closest friend; the only closest friend he had. 

And he also happened to be the one asking the Praxian those questions. 

But this was Jazz - and if Jazz truly wanted an answer, he could be very...persistent. And so with a soft sigh the tactician decided that giving him some kind of answer was the only choice he had, apart from physically throwing his friend out of the office. Which probably wouldn’t be the best idea. 

Servos resting on the pleasantly cold surface of the desk, Prowl averted his optics for a moment, trying to find the best words. 

“According to my observations, love is very much like war. It is illogical, unpredictable and in the end you hardly ever get what you wanted.” Here. That was his answer, the only answer he was willing to offer; the only words he dared to speak. “May I ask why were you so desperate to know my opinion on this topic that you had to interrupt my shift?” 

[appreciate-kaimaki]

can we get a scenario with kaito asking maki to a high school dance, and maybe a little description of what they’d do at said dance?

This one has literally been in our askbox for months... I'm terribly sorry this took so long to complete, anon! My perfectionism really got to me on this one because it really struck a chord in me, and I was trying a bit too hard to make it flawless. I've got it under control now... I think. Anyhow, please enjoy the fic under the cut! I had an absolute blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy some shameless Kaimaki fluff.

~Mod Shuichi~

Momota Kaito was a man with much bravado, able to bear the rigorous regimen of the astronaut training program and face the myriad dangers of outer space without batting an eye. Yet, as he prowled the corridors of Hope's Peak High School with his best friend-slash-roommate Shuichi in tow, the spaceman couldn't help but fear the task he was now about to face. The Homecoming Dance was looming a mere week ahead, and Kaito had decided to take the opportunity to try and take his longtime crush, Harukawa Maki, as his date.

That, however, was something much easier said than done. The obsidian-haired girl had the nickname of 'ice queen', which had not come without reason - she was known to ward off anyone foolish enough to dare approach her with a silent glare which, according to Kibo, was capable of cutting holes in metal.

Shuichi sighed. "Please tell me what you see in her, again?"

"I don't know! There's... this something about her that makes me want to know her better."

"If you insist. Just come back in one piece." With that, the detective left Kaito and his girl troubles to hang with his other friends. Kaito wasn't entirely sure that he could return without injury, however, as he slowly appraoched Maki's seat. Hoping his voice wasn't quivering too much, he extended a trembling finger and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, Harukawa?"

Any semblance of control Kaito had left evaporated like a snowflake on the Sun as Maki finally turned to face him and fixed him in her crimson stare. When she spoke, he could instantly understand what Kibo meant.

"What do you want?"

So this was what it felt like to have his blood freeze in his veins, Kaito thought. Despite his best efforts to control his own speech, his paralyzed tongue could only stutter out,

"Uh, doyouwanttogotothedancewithme?"

The following five seconds were simultaneously the longest, most awkward, and most terrifying moments in Kaito's life. 'That's it,' he concluded. 'I'm gonna show up on tomorrow's news as a dismembered corpse.' Frozen in fear, he missed the look of surprise flashing across the obsidian-haired girl's face - but not her reply.

"Yes. I'll go with you."

"Uhwhat?"

Maki's face immediately morphed into a scowl as she turned away, but it was impossible to miss the shade of vibrant red now gracing her features. For a moment, Kaito thought it matched her eyes very well.

"Do I have to repeat myself? I said I'll go with you, loser!"

Internally ecstatic at her words but also not wanting to incur Maki's wrath by overstaying his welcome, Kaito left her a muttered 'thanks' as he hurriedly shuffled over to Shuichi.

"She say yes?", the detective asked.

Kaito could only let out a deep, relieved sigh. "In a sense."

The remaining week vanished in a flurry of hurried preparations, and soon the big day was upon them. The dormitory hallways were bustling and abuzz with activity as a myriad of Ultimates clad in their finest suits and dresses searched for their dates. Kaito and Shuichi also joined the crowd as they too made their way to the girls' dorms.

"Ugh, I'm never gonna get used to having my arm inside my sleeve," the spaceman muttered. He had dressed in a deep purple tuxedo with a smattering of glittering 'stars' on the lower hem for the occasion, but the formality of the event meant that he couldn't just throw it over his shoulder like he usually did with his jacket.

"Can't relate," his friend replied. He was also wearing a tux, but a more low-profile charcoal gray one with barely visible graphite pinstripes. "Most normal people wear their jackets properly, Kaito."

Kaito waved him off. "Pssh, who cares. Normal is overrated anyway."

Their discussion about sleeves and arms were abruptly interrupted when Akamatsu Kaede all but teleported in front of them, her pink strapless recital dress fluttering behind her and a lilac purple ribbon decorating her bosom.

"Found you, Shuichi! And hi to you too, Kaito. Mind if I steal him away for the night?"

An astounded Kaito turned to his sidekick. "Man, someone got lucky! How the hell did you end up going with her? Never thought you'd be her type..."

"To be honest, I have no idea," the detective replied with a shrug. "She asked me, actually."

Pouting, Kaede put her hands on her hips. "Hey hey, Kaito! No badmouthing my date here! Oh, by the way, who are you going with?"

"Harukawa Maki. I was just going over to pick her up."

"Oh, that's good to hear! She always seemed so lonely. Hope things work out great between you two!", the pianist chirped as she took Shuichi's hand and led him away. Left alone once again, Kaito resumed his search for Maki's room.

Finally facing the door, Kaito steeled his nerves one last time. Taking a girl to a dance wasn't supposed to be hard, even if she was his longtime crush who could, in fact, literally crush him to powder should anything go wrong.

"C'mon, Kaito. You're the Luminary of the Stars... you can do anything you put your mind to... the impossible is possible, you just gotta make it so!"

Reciting his mantra to himself, Kaito finally knocked on her door. He honestly had no idea what he expected to see, but the sight he faced when the door finally opened utterly blew him away. Maki had chosen a scarlet gothic lolita-style dress with generous amounts of black lace frills and a slim halter top that was only held up by a pair of impossibly thin spaghetti straps that crossed over her back before disappearing into her corset. It matched her onyx hair and crimson eyes perfectly, and she looked stunning beyond compare. Even her usual hair scrunchies seemed different... shinier, somehow. Kaito guessed they were some sort of satin.

"Stop staring, idiot!"

"O, oh! Of course, I'm sorry." Snapping out of his Maki-induced stupor, he offered her his arm.

"Shall we go?"

Maki wordlessly nodded and took his arm, and the duo made their way towards the gym where the dance was being held.

Homecoming was a very extravagant affair. Most of the artistically inclined Ultimates had been conscripted to decorate the gym into a party hall, and they had delivered splendidly. The ceiling was nearly invisible from all the banners and streamers that had been hung up, and the floor had been transformed into a polished dance floor with rich velvet carpets around the edges where the tables were. A veritable buffet of snacks, drinks, and refreshments were set out on one side, and a state-of-the-art sound system and a grand piano had been installed on the stage to complete the lavish atmosphere.

Many students had already taken to the dance floor, swaying to the music with their dates as light jazz played over the gym. As Kaito glanced at his date, unsure to ask if she wanted to dance or not, Maki suddenly whirled on him with a fiercely determined look on her face and all but dragged him off to the center of the venue.

"Wha- wh- Maki?!"

"Shut up and dance with me."

Kaito did not object. He allowed Maki to lead him in a foxtrot, the girl surprisingly well-versed in dancing to the point that Kaito had to put in a bit of effort to keep up at first. He caught on soon, however, and found himself gazing into his date’s crimson eyes as they settled into a steady rhythm. They were quite mesmerizing, Kaito thought, like swirling nebulae glowing with starlight…

He was jolted back to his senses by a finger that poked dangerously close to his left eye. "WAH!"

"Earth to space idiot," Maki chided. "You almost stepped on my foot there."

Kaito, as always, was not without a comeback. "It's not my fault you're so breathtakingly beautiful."

"Do you want to die?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Maki's lips thinned into a line and her brow grew a slight crease as she stared into his tie, her feet slowing for a moment as she sunk into thought. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?", she mumbled.

"Of course! Even more than the brightest star!"

She blushed a beautiful shade of apple red and not-so-subtly brought her heel down on his toes.

"Ow!"

"That's for making me lose my composure."

"You really do look hot when you blush- ow!"

The pair continued to dance to the music, Maki's face now significantly redder than before. Kaito couldn't help but smile - he had his perfect date, the dance was going splendidly, and everything was just so perfectly well!

The tone of the event would soon undergo a complete shift, however. Ibuki-senpai soon took over the stage with her trademark 'music' of unintelligible screaming and yelling, and the once-calm party was now more closely resembling a rave than a dance. Kaito couldn't bring himself to understand how anyone could actually appreciate the cacophony issuing from the stage, but judging by the crowd's reaction it seemed he was the exception, not the norm.

"Wanna get outta here?", he asked his date, who thankfully seemed to share his opinion on the Ultimate Musician's 'music'. Although Maki was standing right next to him, he had to shout at the top of his lungs to be heard over the senseless din echoing in the gym.

"Please!", she yelled back.

Covering their ears, the pair headed out to the school's garden where the full moon was casting its light. Glad to be away from the chaos, they found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence for a while. When he was sure the ringing in his ears had finally subsided, Kaito asked Maki the one question he had been itching to know for the entirety of the past week.

"Why did you say yes when I asked? To the dance, I mean."

Maki averted her eyes from the astronaut, but her blush was impossible to miss. "I... I might've had a bit of a crush on you."

"Wow, I never knew that. I knew I had a crush on you, but this is... why?"

"You showed Yumeno your notes when she got sick and missed school last week. You became Saihara's friend when he was alone. You actually listen to what Tojo has to say. And you're kind and friendly to anyone and everyone you meet."

"I'm afraid I still don't see the connection."

Maki let out a small sigh. "I'm not very good with people. I want to get closer to them and make friends, but I just lash out and scare them away. But you always showed so much kindness to everyone. So I thought maybe, you were the one I could try and get close to."

"I'm honored - wait, how did you know all that?"

"I'm observant."

"Anyway, that's no big problem, Maki Roll. I wasn't really good at being social from the get-go, too." In an incredibly bold move even to himself, Kaito put an arm around Maki's shoulder. Even more surprisingly, she actually leaned into it. "I know you're a good person. I'll make sure help you every step of the way, and you'll be making lots of friends soon. I swear by the name of the Luminary of the Stars!"

"Did you just call me Maki Roll?"

Panicking, Kaito instantly froze. The nickname was something he came up with in the spur of the moment, but had he chosen the wrong thing to say? "Uh, sorry 'bout that, it was kinda stupid, I'll stop if you don't like it."

Then Maki burst into silent giggles.

"No, I love it. Nobody's ever given me such a cute nickname before. Sorry I scared you, it's the eyes, isn't it? I have to work on my expressions..." Her smile was clear on her face as she looked up towards him once more.

Kaito grinned. "Actually, I think you're cute even with the murder eyes. It's unique... it's something only you can pull off."

"Oh, shut up."

Chuckling at her remark, Kaito took her hand in his and stood up. He led her over to a small circular clearing in the middle of the garden where the moonlight shone brightest, fiddled with his phone, and set it down on the floor. The suave voice of Frank Sinatra soon filled the air.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...

"What are we doing?", a surprised Maki asked.

"Dancing! The night is still young, after all, and I don't want to waste my beautiful date because the music isn't to our taste." He took a step back and bowed, extending a hand to her like he did earlier. "Shall we dance, milady?"

Maki took the offered hand. "Gladly."

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars...

Moonlight illuminated the two of them like a dream as Maki allowed herself to be led by Kaito in a gentle waltz. Her crimson dress flared out like a blooming rose with each spin, and his star-studded coattails flew in the wind with each move they shared.

In other words, hold my hand… in other words, darling, kiss me!

The pair danced all around the garden with hands clasped tight, softly mouthing the words to the song that was serenading them. The experience was similar yet completely unlike the dances they danced in the gym only hours ago - this time it was infinitely more private and intimate, a show for the two of them only. Lost in each other's company, it seemed to them as if they had been transported to a realm of nothing but moonlight and soft music and rosebushes and each other.

In other words, please be true... in other words, I love you!

The song came to a close as Kaito swept Maki into a dip, their faces hovering a mere inch apart. Purple eyes met red, neither able to look away. Lips were parted to let out warm breaths that quickened as both realized how close they were to each other. The pair were in perfect balance, each holding the other in place with their very body. And just as it seemed the fragile yet beautiful moment could last forever...

Maki took hold of Kaito's collar, drew him closer, and kissed him full on the lips.

It was as if time itself had stopped. The rustling of the leaves in the wind, the dull thumping of the music from the gym, and even the glow of the moonlight shining above melted away from her senses. There was nothing left behind but his slightly rough but warm lips on her own, the firm fabric of his jacket under her hands and his toned back beneath it, his gentle and sweet scent in her lungs and the pleasant tingling in her heart. In short, it was nothing but perfect. She could have spent an eternity in that single shining moment and never get tired of it.

Unfortunately for Maki, a slew of doubts started bubbling up to the surface like fizz in a glass of soda the moment her brain caught up to her body. Here she was, with her lips on some boy she'd literally known for barely a few hours. What if she was overreacting to someone who'd only shown her basic kindness? What if she was overstepping her boundaries when Kaito only thought of her as a friend - and a closed-off and distant one at that? What if he thought of her as clingy and obsessed over him in all the wrong ways?

"I'm sorry," she breathed, "that was uncalled for. I shouldn't have done that." She hurriedly pulled away, disentangling from his warm comfortable embrace. She was all ready to flee from the garden, flee from her traitorous emotions and this stupid feeling in her chest when a gentle hand grabbed her wrist.

"Maki Roll," Kaito whispered, "if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked."

He pulled her back into his arms in one swift movement, into that intoxicating black hole of warmth she would never be able to escape, and kissed her again with all the passion in his heart.

And of course, like all things, the second time was even better than the first.

[rammy-sky]

I here just remembered one story. It's old but this is one of the best scenes I ever read with Prowl and the Twins. And I want to read something as good as this story. There is not enough Prowl in my dashboard last days... And no, Prowl and Twins arу not lovers in this story.

Imperium in Imperio by Mirage Shinkiro

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6178593/7/Imperium-in-Imperio

A buzz at this door interrupted Prowl's thoughts, and he steeled himself for who might be on the other side. "Enter."

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe barged into his office, both looking murderous. Sunstreaker's atomic glare, however, wasn't as loud as Sideswipe's yelling.

"Can I ask a blunt question, sir?" Sideswipe stomped up to Prowl's desk. "Why the frag is Hyderdrive out of the brig? 'Cause I was under the impression you'd tossed his aft in there forever. And you know what? His aft deserves to be in there forever because as soon as he hit the rec room he was all like . . ."

Prowl canted his head to the side, wondering why Sideswipe had stopped mid-tirade. He hadn't realized Hyderdrive had been released, and he didn't like the sound of it. "You were saying?" he asked with some irony, having never known Sideswipe to hold back his opinions.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shared worried looks and were obviously discussing something over their bond. After a moment, Sideswipe stepped closer and partially leaned over the desk. "Prowl, are you okay?"

Stunned, Prowl wondered how the twins had figured out he was upset. He was sure his stoic mask was in place. "Why do you ask?"

"Your doorwings are flat," Sunstreaker answered quietly.

Unconsciously, Prowl flicked them up then realized what he'd done. He glanced back at them as they sank back down to lie flat on his back. Usually, he controlled them as part of his body language, but he recognized he'd been slowly relaxing around the twins since awakening on the Ark. He wanted them to be part of his life so much he'd begun dropping his barriers without even noticing it. "I suppose they are," he admitted ruefully, knowing the twins would understand the gesture from their lovers.

"Can we do something? You know, to help?" Sideswipe gripped the desk's edge as though it had cost him all his courage to ask. "I know Blue's bringing you energon and all, but . . ."

Prowl watched Sideswipe's earnest face, the badly concealed pleading expression, and then transferred his gaze to Sunstreaker, who was staring pointedly at the wall where his painting hung. He could almost tangibly feel the tension rolling off them, the desire to connect, and he understood it. He felt the same. With his anguish over having hurt Optimus and Jazz, Prowl felt powerless to fight his own pain and needs. Tired of denying himself a connection with the twins for millennia, he caved. His willpower seemed to snap like a twig under his tires. "I don't know," he whispered, catching Sideswipe's gaze again. "I wish so."

His optics surging brightly, Sideswipe stared at him, clearly shocked. Sunstreaker's head snapped around as he stared as well. Briefly, Prowl wondered if he'd made a horrible mistake, then Sideswipe stepped around his desk. However, he halted abruptly and shifted his weight from foot-to-foot.

"What do you need?" Sideswipe asked, lifting one hand as though to reach out and then letting it fall.

The desire to touch Sideswipe in some manner — squeeze his shoulder, cup his face, even hug him — nearly crushed Prowl's spark. Those touches could be misconstrued as sexual, however, and would seem too odd in their suddenness. Why? Why had it had to turn out this way? Why had he had to sacrifice so much? "Hope," he replied, brutal in his honesty and not knowing what else to say.

Frozen beyond the desk, Sunstreaker finally jerked into action, walking over to hover at his brother's side, but he shifted uneasily as though expecting to be ordered away. He remained silent, his shoulders hunched and tense.

"Hope?" Sideswipe asked, stepping around the desk to stand in front of Prowl. Again, he hesitated and fidgeted, lifting and then dropping his hand.

"Don't say anything to the others." Prowl frowned, trying to figure out how much he should say. Could say. "Not even Bluestreak or Smokescreen."

Sideswipe nodded, a concerned frown marring his face. "I promise. What's wrong?" Finally, he knelt by Prowl's chair, the movement stiff and uncertain.

Prowl sighed, trying to find the right words. "I'm trapped in a terrible position on multiple counts." He paused, knowing how strange his abrupt confession would seem. "There are several mechs here who I love, and I don't necessarily mean romantically."

"Like Blue?" Sunstreaker asked quietly, still hovering by the desk. "You treat him like he's your sparkling."

Despite the lack of animosity in the words, Prowl realized that the twins were jealous of Bluestreak on some level. "Yes, like Bluestreak."

Sideswipe glanced down, staring at his lap. "Yeah . . . he loves you like a creator, too."

Very jealous. Prowl reached out to cup Sideswipe's cheek, but his hand froze halfway there. The gesture was too intimate, or rather would be from Sideswipe's point of view. He dropped his hand in a mirror of Sideswipe's own hesitation. "Not just Bluestreak. And I've managed to hurt two of them. I didn't want to, would never want to. As of yet, I can't explain to them what's happening, and even once I can, I'm not sure it will make any difference." And that was the worst, most horrible truth of it. Once he had proof, once he could say everything he needed to say, both Optimus and Jazz might still reject him. In fact, on one or more counts, they might even be disgusted.

Gazing up at him again, Sideswipe seemed to gather the courage they all three lacked. He squeezed Prowl's arm. "Do they, whoever they are, love you, too?"

Prowl nearly wanted to weep for that simple touch and prayed that Sideswipe would continue to be so bold. "I believe so." However, after this catastrophe, he feared that they might reconsider their feelings.

"If they do, then love means forgiveness." Sideswipe's naturally affectionate nature seemed to win, and he grasped Prowl's hand in both his own. "I don't know what happened, obviously, but I doubt it was so horrible that they have to break ties with you for their own safety. That means that if they truly love you, then they will work through whatever-it-is with you. It might not be easy, but that's what love is."

Prowl stared at Sideswipe, flummoxed. He'd never seen this side of him before, never realized that he was developing genuine wisdom. Overjoyed by the realization and comforted by the words, he leaned forward and placed his free hand on top of Sideswipe's, squeezing gently. "Thank you." He allowed a small smile to escape him. "When did you get so mature, hm?"

Sideswipe grinned and ducked his head, and Sunstreaker knelt by him, gazing up at Prowl with a look he could hardly classify. Intense need? Hope? Fear? All three at once? Prowl had never seen Sunstreaker display such vulnerability. For a moment, Prowl's spark seemed to scream, and he instinctively reached out, cupping Sunstreaker's cheek. "There is so much more deep in your sparks that you never show others," Prowl murmured. "Except Bluestreak and Smokescreen, I assume."