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Space Academy Sequel Nonsense

I'm editing the first half of Space Academy and it's half fun and half to avoid working on the second un-posted half.

I really want to work in more of this idea that Jazz is young for his position, but he's such a nosy fucker that he excels. I'm trying to expand the setting a bit and make it feel more grounded and less potato-chip-y.

The second half I'm trying to show how Prowl and Jazz become adorable young lovers. My biggest issue is pacing. Part one was so easy! This part is longer and slower and I'm bouncing between wanting it to be full of self-indulgent scenes and wanting it to be a coherent and theme-filled story.

I'm trying to take the Jazz I have in my head and put him in the pages. He's a bit of the typical young rebel with a skill set, but his skill set makes him better with people rather than worse. There's a bit of enjoyment of seeing the bad guys punished and a bit of guilty pleasure at out smarting others.

Prowl spent his childhood having to be very repressed. He's naturally reserved, but his childhood forced him to be even more private and controlled. He was full of hope joining the Academy and now he's twice burned, 100 times shy.

Fingers crossed it comes together for me tonight!

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Tonight - we work!

I'm actually typing tonight! I'm working on the final (eeeee) chapter of AuAugust, a Halloween story I started several years ago and have posted snippets of before, and some ficlets I wrote for some art pieces.

Halloween -

Five bots sat around the table, sipping stale, warmed energon. 

Five was a terrible number for a team.  You couldn’t divvy up into equal groups.  If you sat at a table there would always be someone at the ‘helm’ of it.  It made for a poor circle if you needed to surround a target.  It was not as ominous a number as seven, but it was infinitely impractical.

It was better, they all agreed, to sit and wait for the rest of the team to show up.  The darkness, the echoing emptiness of the abandoned base, the chill in the air as the Darkening Season settled in, the unlucky numbers – they weren’t thinking about any of that.  They were very firmly not thinking about it.

The famous – the former – Autobot Special Operations team were very, very tired.

AU August -

The air current changed.  Light – movement – intruder -!

“Commander Jazz?”

Cadet Prowl.

Scrap.  Jazz held a vent as his weapons systems withdrew and cycled down again before sitting up.  That always made him sore in the morning.  Yay. He sat up, shaking the heavy plastic sheets off.

“Hey.”

Prowl was fidgeting in the dim light of the doorway completely unaware he’d nearly been shot.

“I…sorry, but you said if I needed anything –“

“’course.  What ya need?”  And why couldn’t it have waited until morning?

“I need to get outside without waking anyone up,” Prowl answered, looking down as his twitching servos.  And slaggit, he looked so nervous.

Art -

Well, that wasn’t going to work.  Optimus frowned.

He’d found, after a lot of trial and error, that he could access some of his previous-self’s skills - diplomacy, strategy, cunning - 

-then after even more trial and error he’d found that none of his old skills were nearly as effective as pulling himself into a bot’s lap and asking questions.

So, as his fellow sparklings were carefully denting the metal to make faces and shapes, Optimus grabbed his sheet and stylus and dragged it over to where Sunstreaker was, leaning, half collapsed against the wall.

“Can you help?”

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that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26352646/chapters/163949710

New chapter/story posted! Done!

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Thanks to everyone who filled up my inbox over the holidays! You got me writing again and here's one of the results!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26352646/chapters/163388182

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Excerpt of Kidnapped

The two bots holding what was left of his office door could not have been more different.  Beachcomber was blocky and monochrome blue with shoulder mounted missiles.  He was trying to set the doorframe back in place.  Groove was a slender bot – cycle altmodes were always skinny – with metallic gold details and an inlay on his shoulder of an iridium iris.  They’d introduced themselves, half formally, as Beachcomber set the two pieces of sheet metal that had been standing in substitute for a door on the floor.

They wore identical terror in their fields and on their faces.

“Perhaps you could expand” he paused as an explosion from the energon brewers below shook the room, “on why –“ the chromometer started to wind up for midday, “you’re here,” Prowl finished evenly.  He stayed in his chair - he didn’t waste fuel on niceties anymore.

“We – I mean – we need help and there’s no one else –“ they both started talking.

Prowl vented.  No, there never seemed to be anyone else at times like this.

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Almost done! almost done! And editing is going great too!

I'm trying to practice my editing for *drumroll* Secret Baby being done! I've been chipping away at it like a drunken sculptor for the past two years and I would really like for this the year I post the whole thing, beautifully edited and finished.

So close to being finished!!!! I may have TWO stories to post in the new year!

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So close to being finished!!!! I may have TWO stories to post in the new year!

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Sorry, gonna spam today with updates for progress and (hopefully) fics.

Eeeeeee! I'm so excited to post my two standalones! My Rags To Riches story was actually just a random plot focusing on the idea of Jazz and his sparkling having to move and having Prowl as a neighbor and then it grew! I'm struggling to fill in all the little parts since I already wrote the best scenes.

I also REALLY want to post some of the Halloween stories I've been writing. I have soooo many fics that are like 5-10 thousand words long but are missing that one little connecting scene or a few thousand extra words to pull everything together.

Wouldn't it be awesome if I finished BOTH standalones before new years and started 2025 off right?

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Thank you!

Thank you to everyone who gave me prompts and requests! Having something positive to focus on made things so much easier this year. I think I've forgotten how wonderful writing can be when I'm not sure how to put my thoughts and feelings into words. I'm currently working on:

The Halloween Trick or Treats- sorry it got away from me! It restarted me working on a silly story that's been in the works for almost three years now though. :)

SickFic Part two - coming soon!

Two Fluff Bingo standalones Kidnapped and Rags to Riches that I've been trying to finish forEVER.

The Last Chapter of AU August about Prowl in the Space Academy that has been watching me, half finished since 2022.

My new motto: Better to be Not Perfect and posted than Never Posted.

Halloween Excerpt:

He’s spent hundreds of vorns slipping in and out of the shadows with death waiting in his servos and now he was scared?

It was…sad and silly and strange.  Bumblebee was right – they’d been in far worse situations all over the galaxy.

There was just something about Hallowkind.  About being home.  One rainy night and a bit of wind and they’d all turned into sparklings, telling ghost stories and jumping at shadows.

Bluestreak gritted his dentate and sprinted through the darkness -

-and the shadows felt different – thick and oily, like they were trying to curl around him.

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Heya, hope you're having a good holiday season and not catching any of the flus and colds going around. Speaking of, how about a Jazz/Prowl sick fic? One sick, both sick, neither sick? Whatever the muse inspires!

Best of wishes to you!

Thank you so much! I wrote two sickfics for you! This one is the very short and sweet one. The other is being edited.

Home

Jazz had two modes when he was sick: Cranky Sparkling and Perfectly Normal Oops I’m On The Floor.  Usually one first, then the other.  When integrating his sensory upgrades for infrared he’d cycled between cheerfully rebuilding his cyber-cello and whining pitifully (according to Arcee) for energon goodies and blackout curtains.

Prowl only got very quiet.  And very still.  And very twitchy.

“Outdated safety protocols,” Prowl had claimed, tucked into the corner of his office sofa, “they come on after the crash knocks out my higher processing.”

Jazz had a different opinion about why someone would want to be hidden and quiet and flinch at shadows when they weren’t at their best.  Why they would hide away in their office rather than ask someone to tow them home.  But he kept his mouth shut and his vocalizer muted.

And today it had paid off.

“Hey Prowler,” Jazz whispered, decibels only barely within audible range.  He crossed their tiny living room floor and lowered himself down beside the couch.

The lump under several thermal wraps shifted and Jazz could see just the faintest slits of blue.

“I came home,” Prowl rasped.  Frag, he sounded worn.  “I felt awful and I came home like you said I could.”

Jazz leaned his helm against the nearest lump (a shoulder?) and felt one more knot in this impossibly complex tangle of emotions start to unravel.

“Tha’s great, love.”

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Ficlet Prompts, Asks, Anything

Hello! I forget how difficult this time of year can be and would like any distraction available.

Please ask me for Transformers ficlets (new prompt or set in one of my (too numerous) fics) or Drabbles. Ask for multiple. Give me prompts. Curious about some random world building? Ask!

Remember, you may be the only other person on Tumblr right now so you can ask for 50 snipbits or drabbles or behind the scenes bits.

I do mainly fanon-soup style fluff Jazz/Prowl!

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Send me a Trick or a Treat and receive a ficlet!

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

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Bouncing between a bunch of stories like a ping pong ball with severe ADHD and no self control.

...which is probably why nothing is getting finished. It all just gets longer and slightly more complicated.

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I got to swing a sledgehammer and break up concrete this week so my soul is overflowing with tranquility and my body with pain from hips to heel.

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Wow! Finally got some writing done! Let's see...was it on the final chapter of AU August (5,000 words in with no end in sight!) no...

Maybe it was on that Halloween story with the cool scary stories... no, not that one.

Surely it was one of the Secret Identify stories! Can't wait to finish the bit about the seaside. Ah, not that one either.

Well, it's not like it's a completely new story. That would be REALLY FUCKING STUPID WOULDN'T?

But I'm working so damn hard on AU August. It's the sequel to ch. 10 and I really want to share it!

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My sister and I are cosplaying people who watch the Super Bowl. We bought pepper poppers, sausages, and cherry coke. We’re very excited! We know the names of two players and both teams.