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You doing good?

Could be doing better, but alive (for now) 😂 thanks for asking tho :))

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Hiya! Just wanted to check in if everything was alright. You haven't been active lately so I just wanted to ask

Hey there! I really appreciate yall checking in honestly. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks that included a lot of hard traveling and finals (the horror) and I’m currently still on a family vacation. I haven’t had much time to write at all, and I really apologize to everyone who’s been waiting for a YDOT update. I don’t know exactly when I’ll get started on the next chapter, but hopefully soon when all the chaos settles down. Thank you all for being here and I hope to see you soon :)

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Reading the first few chapters of YDOT: oh cool a Megop time travel fix it! This should be over soon!

Me, the hyperfixated author with too many ideas on social commentary and side plots I need to develop into a torturous slow burn: lmao u thought

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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Your fic made me appreciate slow burns again also helps that you write everyone so goddamn interesting and the side plots are just *chefs kiss* so damm good idk where the fic is heading most of the time but man if I ain't here for the ride also not related but the one-sided jazzop hurts so good but also reminded me I like it so much because it's a different flavor of one prowlop pretty underrated ship outside of tfa me thinks like there's a lot to work with especially if its onesided but that's a whole other thing anyway there's just something so good about people loving optimus but they can never be Megatron and vice-versa oh those two always yearning for who they use to be but being unable to love their current selves while also not being able to see stop loving the person the other use to be at least in your fic there's hope for them if it didn't work the first time then second time the charm idk if this made sense your fic is fire

I know myself and I know slow burns are what I do best and what I enjoy reading the most like I feel as though that's the the most important part of the story, the BUILDUP hahaha

Wooh the onesided jazzop was actually unintentional but when I saw what I'd wrote I decided to roll with it bc why not. I love Jazz he's my everything and he deserves the best, I feel after watching that movie he'd be sooo smitten with Orion after that cave rescue.

TFA MENTION!! WTF IS A REASONABLE SIZE DIFFERENCE RAHHHHH

I am UNDOOMING THE NARRATIVE NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!! The yearning will not be for nothing I assure you :)

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How many more chapters until the 'Eventual Smut' Tag comes into play in Your Dying of Thirst?

AHHHHH UMMMMM

let me tell you guys I secret I actually don't plot out anything. ever. ive got a basic outline of 'yeah this is how the story should end and these are the major plot points' and then I just fill in everything in between. i really just be writing anything and hoping it turns out good LMAOOO

I'd say as of rn it's not TOO soon it may be about 10-ish chapters? But don't quote me on that because as I said I am figuring this out along with yall haha <3

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Your fic is so AWESOME OMG, I absolutely adore the way you write everyone, bee's parts make me so sad sometimes :'(, but I live for the addition of jazz into the mix(and the ANGST), and the dpax moments are so AGHHHHH /pos(the tags are so real, the amount of sheer YEARNING is insane TwT), orion' s pov feels so so accurate?(I adore him aaaa) I like that the system is actually sentient too and omg I loved alpha trion's pov too teehee he's like a tired grandpa dealing with all his grandkids, and I ALSO love the way you wrote the parallels between Elita and dee and her reactions to everything so so much, I definitely agree she would have tried to at least make sure they had a plan before jumping headfirst into danger :>, and SKYWARP I love love loveee himm he's insane and so cooll-(I have so many good things to say oh my GOSH)

Ahem, OK so as you can see I love this fic thank you so much for writing it, when I was still writing exams I'd use it as encouragement and hey it worked extremely well so yayyy :Dd bye have a wonderful day/night<3

Im so happy you're enjoying eeee honestly it gives me life to see people excited about stuff that IE WRITTEN like omg wdymmm people like my lil self-indulgent pet project haha it just warms my heart sm

also thank you sm for touching on the characterization of the characters it's my favorite part!! sometimes the movies dont do side characters justice even tho there's so much going on so I felt like this was a much-needed lil exploration haha <3 also I love skywarp too bros nonsense is my favorite thing ever

<333

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I hope you don’t take any hate comments to heart, it’s a really good fic and you should be allowed to write about what you want anyways!

I try not to, and ofc it's overshadowed by the surplus of amazing lovely people on the internet like yall who have been supporting me this whole time <3

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You got a nasty DM? That's messed up, I hope you're doing okay! Because be so fr right now that you're slowly but surely cultivating an amazing and timeless fic! I swear if a Transformers sequel or trilogy happens, best believe newcomers will flock to your fic to relish in what could have been😔

Seriously though, take care and don't mind any unnecessary comments! You're doing great so far, Mare! 🧚‍♀️

I really feel as though the sequel is gonna CRUSH me because WDYM MY OTP IS DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE RAHSIDJS

But thank you I appreciate the support you rock my love AND YOUR ART IS AMAZING <3

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I really want to write something for this now HELP MEEEE

An updated amendment for all active personnel: If you’re going to fraternize with the leader of the Decepticons, make sure to do it while off the clock [and in private].

Credit for the dialogue is by my dear friend @thevioletathena , who made me wheeze with the idea while texting.

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Don’t read “you’re dying of thirst if…”

I may have received the first hate comment (well, it was a nasty DM), but ykw that’s fine let’s just make it a public disclaimer now. DO NOT read “you’re dying of thirst” if you don’t like:

Canon divergence. It’s a fuckin time travel fix it. THE CANON IS GOING TO DIVERGE.

Continuity soup. Like seriously. I took bits and pieces from EVERYWHERE and that’s OKAY

SLOW BURN. IT IS SLOW. SLOWWWWWWW. IVE ESTABLISHED THAT SINCE DAY ONE.

“Unnecessary” side arcs that explore other characters. If you’re here for straightforward only Orion and D look somewhere else. TFone was full of incredible themes and characters and you bet I’m going to get into them.

MY OWN GODDAMN SHIPS. ITS MY FIC MY RULES OK I SHIP WHO I WANT

My own established familial relationships. Idgaf if it’s not “canon”. This will become more important later I’m warning you.

Orion not really acting like a pacifist don’t even play with me you think that boy sees the horrors of war and doesn’t go a little crazy? Be so fr

Okay that’s it have a nice day :)

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You have a Tumblr! I am really enjoying the Ratchet side story and how you write the propaganda and how Sentinel actually makes his dictatorship *work*. As is well pointed out, someone had to be the one actually removing the cogs!

Hihihihi YES I DO HAVE A TUMBLR NOW WHEEE

Omg okay the Ratchet side arc is one of my FAVORITE parts of you’re dying of thirst for good reason!! In the movie we got to see very little of Iacon and the intricacies of the caste system Sentinel had set up and I thought it would be really cool (and telling, for today’s uh real life events) to explore the strategies dictators use to keep power. From Darkwing being a military graduate assigned to control civilians instead of yk being in the army (incorporating military into everyday life IS SOMETHING DICTATORS DO AND SO OFTEN) to the entire situation where Sentinel was using medical graduates to engineer the removal of t-cogs without their knowing what they were getting into (another strategy used in order to prey on the young and naive in societies who think they’re doing a good thing when in reality they’re being brainwashed) to using religious propaganda to convince everyone the system is right to the removal of cogs or the imprisonment of those who didn’t listen, well, I think I’m glad this part of you’re dying of thirst has become a social commentary and I’m REALLY glad some of you have picked up on it!!

Eeeeee sorry for my little rant this is just!! SO KEY AND NOT ENOUGH PPL ARE TALKING ABOUT IT!!

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I’m screaming?? I’m screaming?? THIS IS SO GOOD AND IM SO HONORED AHHHH YOURE SO TALENTED

I LOVE the “system loading” all over Orion I’m actually obsessed it’s beautiful. Oh my babies seeing this just makes me want to give them their happy ending ❤️

D-16 and his Time Traveling Conjunx

Based on @spacelattae Fic,"You're Dying of Thirst, so hop on that water and pray that it works"

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You can and should write fanfiction that isn't perfect. You can and should write whatever fanfiction you want. You can and should write fanfiction that brings you joy even if it's silly or goofy or weird.

Except for me. My fanfic has to be perfect and read like a novel and ruin at least one person's sleep schedule.

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Uh Jazzop Angst Teaser

One day I will make my baby Jazz happy. Today is not that day.

Jazz was a good friend. 

Jazz was a good friend. 

That’s what he told himself, at least, every time he walked through the enormous golden palace that had once belonged to Sentinel Prime and was now being rebuilt for the autobot cause— in a more utilitarian, less obnoxiously opulent manner, of course. It now hosted a war room, a surveillance room, the armory had grown exponentially, it was ringed with tough walls, and Optimus was even trying to get the giant tower to expand upward and breach the surface so they could reclaim the land that was once lost to them. 

But he hardly paid that any mind now, not when he was on a very secret and special mission that involved him sneaking through the shadows like a wraith and keeping his chatty nature on hold for just a moment. He prided himself on being decidedly stealthy when he needed to be, something Prowl had always hated him for because it made it so easy to play practical jokes on him whenever he wanted. Poor mech was probably traumatized, to be very honest. 

But, well, there were no practical jokes to be played now, because Jazz was currently tailing Optimus Prime, the now-glorious leader of the Autobots, whose very presence sent a reverent silence sweeping over the halls he walked through. 

And whose constantly frustratingly sad face was starting to actually piss Jazz off. 

He kept his battlemask up more often than not now, Jazz noticed. But it wasn’t enough to hide the way his optics somehow seemed duller with every passing day, even with a t-cog and the Matrix of Leadership imbuing him with power beyond reckoning every waking moment. You would think the presence of these things would make a mech more alive, but no— Optimus Prime seemed more dead inside than Orion Pax ever had, even covered in soot and grime and weary and drained from hard work in the mines. Orion Pax had always had a smile on his face. Orion Pax’s optics were always full of laughter and life. Orion Pax had always retained a mischievous streak to rival Jazz’s own, and Jazz could not count the number of times they’d rolled together, breathless with laughter, over a silly series of shenanigans they’d gotten up to on one of their rare shifts off together. 

Optimus Prime, although he was now larger and stronger and wiser, had not laughed since the moment D-16— no, Megatron— had left. 

And, see, it was up to Jazz to change that! Always had been. Optimus had named him Second In Command, and Jazz would be damned if he didn’t live up to that important title. And look, one of his jobs— literally, in the job description— was keeping troop morale high, right? And… Optimus was one of the troops? 

Jazz was just being a good friend here. His spark definitely did not skip a beat when he met Optimus Prime’s vivid blue optics, his plating did not shudder with heat and charge when Optimus placed a comforting servo on his shoulder, his cabling didn’t thrum to life when Optimus shot him one of his rare smiles. No. That wasn’t real. 

…

It definitely wasn’t what Optimus needed right now, in any case! He didn’t need that whole burden on his already-burdened shoulders, that Jazz had been hopelessly in love with him for cycles even though he knew it could never happen because Orion Pax and D-16 were a pair that could never be separated. They were a match forged by Primus. They were Thing 1 and Thing 2. Hammer and nail. Gold and blue. What D-16 had that Jazz didn’t, he would never know; and he certainly would never forgive that idiot, dumbaft, stupid mech for having the entire world in the palm of his servos and then throwing it away like it was nothing. He had Orion, he’d always fragging had Orion, and he took it for granted. He. Left. When he could have had everything he ever could have wanted.

And now Optimus, dragging his pedes more and more the closer he got to his chambers as if he was running out of the willpower to keep himself going, was suffering for it. The thing was, maybe so was Jazz, because he didn’t know how much longer he could keep playing this twisted game of pretend anymore. 

Jazz was a good friend.

Yeah, sure, but friends didn’t sneak through the halls in the middle of night to quietly knock on the heavy metal door to one’s berthroom, now did they? Friends didn’t lean in the doorway casually, sacrificing sleep to crack jokes that didn’t reflect the pain in their spark just to see a shadow of a smile on a face that was once always lit with laughter. 

Friends didn’t know, intimately, how the other’s dermas always, without fail, tasted distinctly of salt and bitter tears. 

“Jazz,” Optimus murmured against his dermas as he was swiftly dragged in through the doorway and promptly lunged in for a hungry kiss— because Jazz would take any part of Optimus he could get, even when it meant nothing at all. “Jazz, I thought we said not tonight.”

“You can’t fool me, Bossbot,” Jazz smirked with a bravado he didn’t feel as he looked up and traced the haggard lines of Optimus’s faceplates with optics he was grateful were hidden by his visor. Else perhaps Optimus would have seen the worry there, the concern, the pain, the sparkbreak. “I saw you in the War Room today. You were completely out of it.”

Optimus sighed, long and heavy, and let Jazz push him onto his berth so he sat on its edge, his large servos coming to rest at their usual comforting position at Jazz’s hips as he stood between the Prime’s powerful thighs. Slowly, Optimus let his helm dip forward and hit Jazz’s right shoulder with a heavy clunk, his entire frame sagging with it. Instinctively, Jazz reached up to cradle the back of Optimus’s helm, tracing the intricate grooves there. 

“That obvious?” the Prime mumbled, his deep voice reverberating through Jazz’s frame, and Jazz let out a quiet laugh. 

“A little,” he chuckled, to which Optimus turned his helm so he was frowning at Jazz with a disapproving look. “Well. Obvious to me. Your optic color was a hex-code too off for it to be normal.”

And then Jazz immediately wanted to shoot himself in the mouth, because seriously what kind of just-friend notices that kind of stuff and okay now I’m busted and he’s going to be so suspicious and—

But Optimus just looked at him with optics that were too-soft, his face without his battlemask looking so much like the old Orion Pax with the constantly-upturned dermas Jazz’s spark ached. “Only you would notice that,” he smiled, amused, and yes, score, that was GREAT. “You’re far too perceptive to let me get away with things. It’s why you are a wonderful Second.”

Jazz’s spark swelled and sputtered out in the same few klicks. 

“So,” Jazz coughed, trying to hide the way he was flushing brighter with every passing moment, “what was it this time, glorious leader?”

And although Jazz was sure he knew what Optimus was going to say, and although he knew that the smile would fade and his face would fall, that didn’t make it sting any less when Optimus turned his face away, his optics dulling again sadly. 

“We saw him today,” he murmured, seemingly oblivious to how every word was a stab to Jazz’s very spark. “D— I mean. Megatron. On patrol. He shot at Bluestreak, even when we told him we meant no aggression.”

“Hm,” Jazz made a small noise in the back of his throat, wondering why he’d never put two and two together that this was probably why Bluestreak had been in the infirmary for the past couple of hours. But Optimus hadn’t reported it, or anything— so no one had any reason to assume. He was sure the Prime read the question flashing in his visitor before Jazz had the chance to ask it, however. 

“It was an interaction of little consequence,” he murmured hurriedly. “I just… I didn’t know what to make of it. He shot Bluestreak, and when I cried out, he— I don’t know. He seemed to let it go. He let us go.”

Jazz didn’t know what to say to this, but he could feel the pain lashing out from Optimus’s usually-tight EM field, he could see the absolute sadness in his optics, he could feel the pain emanating from every cable in his entire being. And so Jazz said nothing, just cradled Optimus’s face in both his servos and looked right into his optics, tilting his helm. 

“Do you want to forget it?” Jazz asked quietly, his voice rasping an octave deeper as he watched the Prime’s optics dilate, just the slightest bit. 

Optimus had never said no— not after the first time Jazz had assured his shaking and crying form it was alright with him. He didn’t mind. 

Jazz was a good friend. 

And so when Optimus whispered a soft: “yes,” Jazz did not hesitate before dipping his helm down and capturing those soft dermas again with a gentle, brushing kiss, this one just a feather-light touch in the beginning before Optimus’s servo snaked to the back of Jazz’s helm and pulled him in deeper. Unbidden, Jazz flicked his visor back, something he reserved for only those he trusted the very most, with every corner of his spark— and who better than Optimus, who had laughed with him and looked out for him since the very beginning? Whose spark was so pure Primus himself saw it fit to bless him as one of his chosen? Who was as kind and gentle as he was strong, who never lost his temper and who handled the bots around him with a sound processor? 

And, moreover— he knew Optimus liked it this way. 

After all, D-16 never had a visor, did he?

Even after countless nights of this same routine, Optimus was still as gentle with him as he’d always been, asking softly before hooking a strong servo around Jazz’s waist to pull him into his lap, their frames sparking with charge. 

Salt. Jazz tasted salt again, and before he knew it, his lips were traveling down to Optimus’s neck cabling, drawing precious gasps and ragged vents from his powerful frame. To say Optimus Prime throwing his helm back and moaning from Jazz’s skilled tongue was an understatement— nipping at his neck cabling and feeling him writhe was close to Jazz’s favorite thing in all of Cybertron. 

“Focus on me,” he murmured as Optimus shuddered with optics shut in pleasure, holding Jazz gently, close, as if afraid he would break. Or as if pretending his frame was a little broader, a little bulkier, a little more silver. “Focus on me, Optimus Prime.”

“I can make you forget.”

Now if only there was a way for Jazz to forget the steady, painful pulsing of his own spark reminding him that, as always, this was just a little game of pretend, and the morning would come as it always did.

With Jazz in Second, as he always was.

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Your fic is so so so amazing I love it! It’s really well written. Welcome to Tumblr!

Woohoo!! Thank you so muchhh I’m so glad you’re having fun with it <3