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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

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the only match ik is this fic on ao3 Eye to Optic by RavageDaCat and apart of their ongoing series (part 1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62562610

if its not this then it might be this one (part 2) Sidequest: Learning to Coexist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66771406

hope this is what your looking for!

Please help a brother out

There was a fic set in Keferon's mecha pilot au, (I think it was originally sent as an ask??) with Bumblebee crawling around on a Quintesson ship, which was very eldritch horror esque.

If you know where that post lives please send it to me. I thought I saved in drafts but alas I did not. I need it for reasons

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okay I think I lost my breath at the end of it but hmmm I need to get more familiar with mechanics

a little extra that follows this au jajaja

for that one little critter that has gotten me interested in these particular ones

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Sorry in advance for the word vomit but. I love the whole Jazz-and-Prowl figuring out the language barrier but also consider:

They don't.

Prowl's been captured by Quintessons and is currently thinking of ways to completely scrape his processor so they can't get any useful data, only to get rescued by a random mech. They fight their way out (the mech is extremely proficient in combat). At first he thinks it's a drone- it looks at him when he asks questions but doesn't answer (responds to noise, not language), it is sparkless (not alive) and it makes random but entirely incoherent noises and doesn't even ping (not able to communicate). Prowl has no idea what's going on but he's too injured to make it back to base alone and it's helping him? So. He chalks it up to some waylaid stealth military asset and tries to think of ways to both get it back to base whilst also making sure it's not some sort of Quintesson Trojan-horse [10%].

Meanwhile, Jazz was sent to blow up a Quintesson command camp by his organisation but instead he got thrown through a weird portal, and found a pilot all tied down and probably being tortured so naturally he busted him out but uh. He has no idea what the other is saying. He's talking in total tonal gibberish. Not that he's judging, he's heard some stuff about how far other piloting programs are willing to go to advance neural technology. And his face! He has one! A handsome one. Must be some advanced shit because he's got micro expressions and he's using them to frown as him. Anyways, Jazz's got bigger fish to fry. The sky's a different colour, there are two suns and atmo is reading terribly low levels of O2. Maybe he and this pilot got thrown into an alien planet? Cool- well, actually pretty bad but hey they're in this together.

Prowl knows by models that they're bound to run into another Quintesson patrol eventually, and based on the drones alertness to its surroundings, his previous observations to its capacity to fight, and how it doesn't stray to far from him, if patrol numbers are favourable [1-8 range] they can survive [70, .5]% the route back to base. But the drone is reckless and abandons him to the melee (how can a drone be reckless?) and Prowl gets injured worse. Energon drips from wounds, and the angle makes it challenging for him to patch it. But the drone creeps closer, folds to its (knees? Its joints are in an odd but effective configuration) and gently (gently?) begins to mimic (clumsily) Prowl's motions of patching his wounds. Here is where Prowl falters, because drones are not so careful. Drones do not do not look up multiple times at his faceplates, and become more delicate when they see you in pain. Drones don't hold out a servo and help you to your pedes when your done. Which begs the question, if he's not a drone, so what has been done to this mech?

Jazz on the other hand is freaking the fuck out. Naturally. Because uh, he started slicing Quints, expecting Frowny to do the same because his mech was still clearly operational, only for the idiot to completely disregarded normal combat standards which can be summarised as 'fight hard or die' and instead get chewed on by some big ass teeth.

Only to see the glowing purple dripping from his torn sides, only to see that he's bleeding.

Machines don't bleed.

So Jazz figures out Frowny is an alien first. He starts pointing at himself and saying his name, insistently, until Frowny repeats it. He points at Frowny, and records and replays whatever sound bite Frowny makes until Frowny's also nodding in confirmation. He still calls him Frowny, because even though he has his name? Probably? He has no idea what it means and can't actually pronounce it (no idea how to get a mouth to move that way) but hey! Progress! He does this again and again with small things (rock, hand, cyber?animals, music (Frowny's confused at that one it's pretty adorable) ect.

Prowl has no idea what to make of this strange mech. Is he a failed experiment? A runaway from Cybertron following the Functionalists rise or power? Thennn Prowl finds out one fateful night that the mech is actually an alien organic (in a fit of misunderstandings, and squeezes him pretty hard for it ouch and feels SO guilty about it later) and suddenly the language/culture barrier makes way more sense.

Prowl's injuries degrade (a line splits). He has no way to communicate this except for the energon dripping out of his chassis. The organic is clearly worried (how did he think he was ever sparkless), and Prowl can't reach the injury himself. So he guides the mech's servos past armour and wiring, down to protoform (near his sparkchamber) to the split line. Gestures and hopes the mech can figure out what to do from his miming[#^%]. That'll he'll be careful, and won't hurt him [5%, 87%, #*%, *########%].

Frowny is later picking shrapnel stuck in his forearm that's too small for him to remove, so Jazz gets out of his mech to help with his small human hands. Jazz has no way to communicate to Frowny that if he moves, he'll sheer Jazz's limbs clean off, but he goes in anyway, because Frowny's hurt, and speckled in blood. Because he's clearly struggling and hurt and tired. Because Jazz has to trust that he won't.

Frowny's injures eventually make him collapse, and Jazz carries him the rest of the way. Jazz has no idea how they'll be received (especially considering how Frowny reacted when he found out Jazz was organic). Jazz knows he might be dissected. Knows he might be pulled apart (again) but.

He remembers all the little moments they had on their journey (Frowny shielding him from falling rubble when Jazz was out of his mech once, them getting to gesticulating arguments, Frowny's reaction to his music, how he fell asleep on Jazz once and it was fricken adorable).

It doesn't matter that Jazz can't say (barely understands) his actual name. That Frowny probably doesn't understand his. It doesn't matter that they talk in halting miming, in broken sound clips and touches and half-glares.

He's already gone out on all his limbs, might as well put his head on the chopping block. And if it causes him to lose the damn thing, well.

He's a pilot. Dying horribly is practically his job description.

OOOUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH DYING HORRIBLY IS PRACTICALLY HIS JOB DESCRIPTION,,,,,,,,,,,

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man sometimes i forget where my srt skill is and not draw for a while then get suprised by what i can, like, actually do. i also love posting for the sake of posting❤

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call me the lorax the way your coochie a forest and i speak for the trees

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hope you dont mind, i saw this meme and felt like i had to redraw it :3

You guys have moved on from the language barrier but I haven’t 😔

The people need to see the absolute POTENTIAL this concept has, see my vision, guys. Extra shitty doodle today bc it’s late and I need to wake up early tmr :)

Mecha au by @keferon!!

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To Organize One’s Thoughts chapter 6

Jazz decides to take Prowl sparring, give him some tips and tricks. Prowl goes along with this.

Prompts by @leethepiper

Au by @keferon

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saw a person i had trouble figuring out their gender but not in a "is that a teen boy or a 20 year old woman" but a "is that an old lady or and old man" way

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shout out to straight cis men who do or wear feminine stuff or feel masculine with typically feminine stuff yall breaking gender stereotypes fr. and when someone makes fun of yall for that remember they hate femininity and dont think it should be celebrated‼️

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Something about this website I do not see talked about among new users often is viewing your blog's archive. If you're on a real blog, there's usually a button for it.

If you're on the dashboard view of a blog, it's under the meatballs menu

Your archive allows you to see all the posts on your (or someone else's) blog, both from you and one's youve reblogged, in a more compact form.

Here is a picture of what my archive looks like:

The web address for your own archive is [blogname].tumblr.com/archive

The posts show up as these little previews, when you click them it takes you to the actual post on your blog.

You will notice there are buttons for "month", "post type", and "tag".

These allow you to sort your posts and potentially help you find specific posts you may be looking for more easily.

If you are someone who uses tagging to keep your blog organized, this feature is very useful for making those tags easier to browse quickly. Especially if you are a writer, artist, gif-maker, or have anything else you want people to find and share.

Another quick way to get to the archive for a specific tag is to use [blogname].tumblr.com/archive/tagged/[tag]

(for example, my archive filtered to my art tag is https://gin-juice-tonic.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/pbbth)

If you're someone who spends a lot of time rummaging through your own tags or other people's to look for posts, I would very much recommend either using the archive if you already have access to it or setting up your blog so that you can access it if you don't.

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got myself in an exhaustive rut, haven’t even looked at my word document in over a week. Uhhhh, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ haven’t had the motivation to work on Toot. Like- I have the want to but I just seem to not?

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I’m already 2k words into Secrets Revealed, guys. My want of Jazz pov has completely overridden my desire of writing chapter 6 of Toot.

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OHRNENDBHSKS me whenever the mecha au on ao3 numbers rise like FUCK YEAHHHH LETS FHCKING GOK HELL YEAH and kts jazz n prowl like HEHEHHEHE HEALL YEAHHHHHOMG YES 68 TO 72??? OVERNIGJT??? IM EATING. IM ESITNG IM EATING IM WATINGGG LET SJFKCJNG GOOL

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loving mecha au and reverse mecha au and it made me realize if ur a Cybertron you either gamble relationship w a pilot/adjacent working to pilots and mech. 50/50 either its the silly fluffy :3 yipie! relationship or you find out actually they've been walking around with half their vital organs are missing and a cough away from death. or smth similar in angst valley

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oh my god i think reverse blurve transered all their angst over to reverse jp ARURGHAGRHHA "prowl hates being huma-" what if my hesd was in ym hand ouuhhhh boy i cant wait to see the angst cooking happening mhm i can sense it coming

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"hes a mecha pilot, dying horribly is in the job description" now im thinking jazz as a hamster.. mecha pilots are like hampsters