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Peetle Jeetle Update? How's the grub bb doing? I hope it's nice and cozy and warm where it's buried. 🥺👉👈

grub is SO cozy.

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new oc !! his name is Airblown

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redesigned Vos and Kaon emojis !!

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insert a nervous laugh

heres more art of my jazzprowl fankid ENJOY

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HAIIII heres my new oc Sovereign and my human ver of Jazz and Prowl

OUUUU YEAH

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you want to see my 2012 tmnt oc you want to see my 2012 tmnt oc

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HAI HAI HAII !! *throws up my rarepair*

im gonna HOPE this reaches the right people 🙏

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VOS FANART !! this took me forever

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I drew my friends oc !! i think theyre very pretty

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I made a Jazzprowl fankid and her name is poet

plus extra joke drawing

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drew my friends oc with mine

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You can survive almost anything through the right combination of:

Bitching and moaning

Hater-ology

Doing a goofy little bit about it

Having a buddy say "that's so fucked up" at intermittent points (you can also be your own buddy)

Destroying the cursed amulet you carry everywhere, why do you even have that thing

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Two Peas in a Pod: part 10/??

So Keferon and I have talked about it, and going forward I'll just post/update as normal. :)

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With Blaster gone to retrieve a medical kit for Prowl, the tension has come to a quiet calm, leaving the mers in silence.

It probably would have been awkward to Jazz, if he wasn’t so distracted by his thoughts. About the few short moments of the – yet another – misunderstanding. Only, there was one piece of it that he was fixating on, going over and over it again like it was a smooth pebble between his fingers. Finding a strange comfort in it, and he would have smiled too.

If Jazz hadn’t felt as guilty as he did.

He shouldn't feel any sort of happiness over what happened, because Blaster was attacked.

And yet…

While Prowl barely knew him, he didn't hesitate in coming to his defence. Twice, if you counted Josh's harassment from yesterday. But this was different, there had been a split second where Prowl put himself physically between him and what Prowl thought was a danger to Jazz. He was still recovering, and yet, he was willing to take risks, to fight for the sake of a stranger. Jazz didn't want to be so bold as to say that Prowl wants to protect him, but the other mer's focus on him makes it hard for Jazz to believe otherwise.

Or rather, he foolishly – just a tiny bit – wants to believe that is the reason. To believe that perhaps, somehow, Prowl likes him, cares about him. That he has an honest chance of becoming real friends. Not just forcibly stuck together.

But, as Jazz thinks about it more and more, the joy it brought him steadily becomes clouded. Doubt and exhaustion working hand in hand at the slightest slip-up. Like getting caught in a riptide and pulled out to the deep-end when he's not careful.

Because, what if this was just normal for mers like them? That this wasn't anything beyond social norms? Looking out for one another and all that? Blaster had told him plenty of times about how mers are highly social, just like humans. And just like humans, bonds were very important.

Though, how much of any of this could be called bonding? They've had trouble just getting along due to the language barrier. Even if Prowl doesn't seem to stop trying, despite the difficulties. Helping him rediscover pieces, whether Prowl knew that or not, and teaching him more. For all of which Jazz was extremely grateful for. But, the fear of what if the other mer gave up on him remained and there was nothing Jazz could do about it.

He didn't have much hope for– well, anything really. So, he's… troubled, by what might happen if he gave in to the temptation and hoped for more. To hope that he could have more, not fleeting relations, connection, contact. To have someone that didn’t need to be kept at a distance out of fear of punishment, of backlash, of pain, of loss of what little Jazz still had.

The smart choice, the only choice, was not to want anything more than this. Because he didn't think he could take it if Prowl didn’t want the same. Just to be dropped back into the background.

{You okay, [Jazz,]} he asks calmly, though it startled Jazz. In the relative quiet, he forgot that the mer was actually here, close by, that he wasn't alone when Blaster left.

"There you go again…" Jazz mumbles and fumbles on a smile, not quite able to meet the other's gaze. "Getting my hopes up, whether you actually care or are just being polite, I don't know. Though, I have no one to blame, but myself."

Prowl is staring; though not with the usual intense focus, and listening, even if he doesn't understand the words. In this moment, Jazz kinda hates it. It makes the reality worse. It makes the noise buzz louder.

"Ya, I know, I'm doing it on purpose. Venting in a language you don't understand, in a pathetic attempt to cope. Won't matter– doesn't matter… Let's just move on, okay." Jazz winces as his tone took on a sharper tone than he meant too at the end. Taking a breath, he apologized, "sorry, I should have just thanked you for your concern, rather than taking my frustration out on you. You don't know."

There was so much Prowl didn't know, couldn't know– wouldn't know.

Small blessings.

"Jazz?" He called again with a slight tilt of his head. Even Jazz could see that Prowl was picking up on something was wrong. Whether from tone or his face.

Don't do that. The gate shut, the stage lights came on and he had a show to follow through with.

{Sorry,} Jazz started over, his voice back to his usual volume and tone. For the most part, but he was a bit nervous over what he was about to bring up again. It was a quick little pull up the slope of the shallows and an even quicker push back down, but he had to grab it. Otherwise talking about this was going to be even harder. {I sorry this… [scared] you.}

Prowl eyed the small metal tool pinched between Jazz's fingers. The object; Jazz believed would have upset him, became a point of interest very quickly. Prowl held his hand out for it and Jazz passed it over.

Jazz wasn't sure what to expect when Prowl began to examine the protractor closely. But watching his expression shift from confusion to surprise to back to confusion was kinda funny. It made the smile easier to hold, less forced. "It's for measurement… math stuff."

But then Prowl suddenly went after Blaster's stuff that he left behind. {Wait–!} Jazz was able to save the clipboard from Prowl's careless, wet hands, "you're going to get everything soaked!"

Not being able to put any weight on his cast, plus his clumsy movements to pull himself up on the pier, Prowl was only able to grasp the tape measure before he slipped back into the pool. 

"Haha, wow," Jazz laughed loudly at his struggle while keeping the paper away from the splashing. "It's like you've never climbed anything before in your life!"

Though Prowl was too entranced by the tools to pay attention to Jazz. Looking over the markings on both sides with – what looked to be – growing irritation and disbelief. {—!} Oh, and he is talking really fast again. {—!?}

{Slow down, I don't understand,} Jazz said with a few more chuckles.

Prowl stopped and looked at him, then fixed on the clipboard as he set the tools down on the pier. {That, pass!}

"Uh… I dunno," it wasn't like they would get in trouble for looking and it wasn't like Prowl could read what was written. But Blaster would have to do everything over if the papers got soggy and fell apart. Might be a good idea to use dry-erase for… until Prowl was more mindful of water and human things. They usually didn't mix.

{Pass,} Prowl insisted, but was less demanding, {please.}

{Okay,} but Jazz wasn't going to give it to him just yet. He glanced over to the slope, it would probably be easier for Prowl to do this over there. {Follow,} he said next.

Again, Prowl struggled with drawing himself up the ramp, pulling himself out to match Jazz where only his tail was left in the water. But this time was probably more due to bracing his weight with only one puny arm. Jazz was tempted to help, grab him under the arm and just pull him up. Though, he didn't know how Prowl would feel about being touched and he had noticed on more than one occasion that Prowl didn't like to show weakness. So, he waited.

Prowl's signature scowl was back by the time he was at Jazz's level. "{Sorry,} I just hope you'll understand why you have to go through so much work for this."

An annoyed huff was all he got for a response before Prowl looked down at the paperwork. It was unavoidable that there were a few wet spots, but nothing that would cause Blaster any problems. Thankfully, Prowl didn’t seem interested in grabbing it.

"I wonder what's got you so–"

"–Jazz," he cut him off, but stopped himself from saying anything more, clearly trying to think of a way to get across what he wanted to say. In the end, it was with a gesture done with pinched fingers and small swishing movements.

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Blaster had clearly walked in on something.

Like a scene from a movie or a TV series. The kind where two teens are lounging on one's bed, propped on their elbows as they talked while flipping through a magazine. Only to freeze at someone entering the room unexpectedly.

The two large mers were side-by-side, looking at him in the same surprised manner, only it was his clipboard. Though Prowl was quick to scowl, and Jazz became sheepish.

"Hey… sorry we got carried away. But, but–!" Jazz began excitedly pointing with Blaster's pen at the turned-over papers loaded with… numbers? "You're not going to believe this, but math is the same!"

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This one is shorter than the past few because I have been wanting to drop this easter-egg and this the perfect cut off before-- well, before we continue with the not-so-good-very-bad-day.

I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. ( UwU )

-GLC (ya, hi, it's me)

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OMG I LOVE IT

I feel like he is all I post now 🦭 💕

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i should of probably introduced my three favorite oc's alot earlier but here is Screech, Purest, and Nexphell!

if you're interested in battery/solar powered mechs (BSP) then go ahead and tell me, i have a whole rant prepared for that – BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT!! hope you guys live them as much as i do

Nexphell deserves to be soloed because hes my favorite of my favorites

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unfortunately i am embarrassed to say this but i gave ponyo jazzprowl a technical "fankid" even though shes lowkeith just adopted

anyways have this as i scurry back into my cave of embarrassment

also why she has orange is based on how since baby orcas have less blubber = blood vessels to be visible