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so Stars Intertwined is a crossover between Transformers Prime and Rottmnt. The au takes place after Knockout joins the Autobots and post Rise movie

It is a bit oc centric in the sense that both parties meet because of an oc i made named Jasper :3 I am currently typing up a rundown of the main plot points and character info so I'll keep yall posted :0

Edit: to this timeline, I’m thinking the movie’s taken place shortly after Knockout’s switch to the Autobots, making Jasper’s role as “group therapy dog” a little more cemented. The main arcs are gonna go like so; Arc 1: intro of Jasper and how she fits into the world on her own, Arc 2: the meetup between the Hamatos and Jasper ending with the introduction of a potential second party (hint-hint nudge nudge), now arc three is tricky because I don’t know if I want to make this tid bit its own mini arc or if I want it to be the intro to an arc, Arc 3?: Jasper gets kidnapped + evil plans are revealed OR Arc 3 could be the introduction of the Bots. Arc 4 could possibly be a mixture of filler chapters and lore drops, with the final Arc consisting of the final fight + character angst. All in all, I think this is turning out quite nicely:]

a little thingen I made while throwin down some concept designs for Jasper :]

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Concept designs for a character in arc 3/4? + sneak peek at Arc. 1 panels

Name: Atlas

Occupation: Base medic

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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.

I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!

From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!

I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.

The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.

(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)

If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.

The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.

insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box

add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box

delete -> self explanatory

on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic

The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.

Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.

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One of the other transformers/ rottmnt related stories im writing. I will be more active on this account due to current irl activities. New Beginnings, New Friends is on a Hiatus, effective immediately. I will be getting to it eventually but I do plan on making it into a comic rather than a written story so it will take longer to update.

Thank you for your patience.

p.s.-

I'm still gonna post dribbles of related content just not chapter updates.

Hey peeps, new rottmnt au just dropped

Stars Intertwined

more info on the way.

I will try to get a master post/ link up and running for y'all in a bit

HOW DOES ONE MAKE A MASTERPOST WITH FUNCTIONING LINKS???? (y'all are dam wizards or sm shit)

Anywho, the main tags you'll be able to find this under on my page is #robot oc #stars intertwined #oc art and that's it for now.

I will be a tad slow so don't expect me to post for this consistently lol

have some concept sketches of Jasper to quell your thirst for information.

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decided that part of chapter 3 is going to be a small comic instead of a written chunk cause I couldn't write it down in a way that captured the feeling so I'm drawing it instead.

current progress vs. sketch

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Plan on making chp 2 a comic section to follow up the written part

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Have some more Jasper art while I plan the next 2-4 chapters:3

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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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💥💥CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN POSTED✨✨

U can read it here:

Or under the cut

Have an excellent day/ night

Chapter 2

Chapter 1, Part 2.

Now we introduce the rest of the Malto's and Jazz has some time to themselves. Jazz wanders into the barn and claims the hayloft space as her own.

I had a lot of fun with this part of the chapter so I hope y'all enjoy. There may be art at the end if I can figure out how to add it into the works.

“Hey did mom and dad tell you where they were going?” Robby poked his head around the corner of the stairs to see Mo sitting on the couch. Her face in a book on the history of Witwicky.

She spared him a glance before marking her spot with a scribbled on sticky note.

“I’m pretty sure mom said something about picking someone up at the town hall? I dunno.” She put the book aside and shuffled a pair of smiley face slippers on. Walking past him towards the kitchen.

“What were you doing this whole time anyway?”

He follows after her and grabs the teapot from its place on the stove, filling it up with water before turning the stove on.

“I had a small game with my friends. I promised them I’d show this time since I was a no show the last 9 times.” He physically cringed saying that outloud, as if it pained him so.

“Aaah~ that explains why it was so quiet in here.” She smirked slyly and he stuck his tongue out at her.

The stove clicks on as Robby places the kettle on the burner. Mo grabs two mugs out, placing them next to a box containing a small collection of teas. Robby turned and grabbed the honey from a cupboard. The two work in relative silence while gathering the materials for some quiet tea.

The weather was nice. The sun out in radiant glory, its rays bathing everything in a comforting orange and gold light. The trees swayed playfully in the small breeze; The leaves and branches casting dancing shadows on any given surface.

The kettle began to whistle and Mo turned the stove off, pouring water into the respective mugs. Robby grabbed a cinnamon-orange tea while Mo grabbed lemon tea for herself. She squeezed a liberal amount of honey into her mug then passed it to Robby who did the same. Not a word was said but the communication was clear as day between them. Nothing could be heard in the house other than the occasional clinking of spoons in mugs and the shuffling of feet.

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Sometime after the tea had cooled to a reasonable drinking temperature and half the drink itself was gone the sound of kicked up gravel could be heard approaching the house. The two hurriedly put their mugs down, hastily running through the front door to greet their parents home. The two stood at the end of the drive impatiently waiting for the car to park.

The moment the car was no longer moving they swarmed.

“Where were you?”

“You bring anything back?”

“Who were you picking up?”

“Why were you picking someone up?”

“Do you need help?”

“Did you bring anything back for us?”

The onslaught of questions seemed neverending as the parents tried to answer them before being interrupted by the slamming of a car door and the presence of a stranger making their way to the truck bed.

They heaved themself over and into the bed, grabbing a suitcase before sliding out again.

“The name’s Jasper but you can call me Jazz. I’m 16 going on 17 in a month and I would really appreciate it if you gave me some space real quick.” They brushed their pants off before looking up at the two.

They wore a bright orange tie on headband with neon yellow star earrings. Their shirt was a plain, grey, baggy short-sleeve and they had wide legged jeans on; A pair of scuffed up tennis completing the look.

”I don’t know how much your parents have told you so I’ll let them fill in the rest of the story.” They readjusted their backpack, pulling the suitcase behind them. They turned to face Dot and Alex,

”I’m gonna assume I’m staying in a guest room?”

Dot nodded.

“If you go up the stairs and down the hall, the very last room is for you. Feel free to move things around a bit.”

Jazz mumbled the instructions under their breath then hurriedly trudged through the front door.

The moment the screen door clicked shut after them all hell broke loose.

“Where did Jazz come from?” “Why is she staying here?” “Is she our long lost sister or something?!” The questions seemed to be never-ending and they varied in seriousness. Some entered the territory of simple curiosity while others were topics sporting a metaphorical ‘pin’.

A sharp whistle permeated the whirlwind of overlapping questions. Alex calmly brought his hand down from his mouth as Dot thanked him.

“Kids ,can I please get a word in??” She looked at them, a warning glint in her eyes.

”Jasper is going to be staying with us for the time being. She can tell you her side of things when she feels comfortable; And only if she wants to.” She points an accusatory finger at the two of them before continuing.

”Your father and I are registered as a foster home. We are what is called ‘on call housing’. Jasper happens to be an example of when the system needs sudden housing.” She sighs, kneeling while resting a hand on each of their shoulders.

”I need you both to be on your absolute best behavior. She might be a bit standoffish so just give her some much needed time and space, alright?”

”And under no circumstance do we bring up the Terrans. Understood?” Following that question was a firm squeeze and the gentle installment of motherly fear. They nodded their heads quickly and just about shouted their understanding.

“Good, I’m glad we’re all on the same page. Now if you both wouldn’t mind I need help setting up the dinner table for one more person.”

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Jasper made himself comfortable in the room that the Malto’s had provided him. It was nice, quaint even with the ceiling slanting into the room, giving it that attic type look. The walls were a pale lime green with white accents all along the baseboards. He made a mental note to make some posters ASAP ‘cause he was NOT about to look at that wall color.

There was a window across from the door that faced towards the woods on their property. He liked the view, added a nice nostalgic feel to the place. The few personal possessions he had were sprawled across the bed. He unzipped his suitcase and proceeded to shove his shirts and pants into the different drawers of the dresser.

“ I’ll just come back and organize it later…” He scrunched his face at the thought.

“ Tomorrow, I’ll organize it tomorrow.”

He grabbed one of his few jackets, shouldering it on and going back downstairs. To his left was the living room area and to his right was the kitchen. In front of him was another door, taking a breath he opened it. He was greeted with a barn and a garden next to it.

“HEADED TO THE BARN!!” He yelled to no one in particular.

He skipped over to the doors and slid one over. The hinges were surprisingly well oiled for how weathered the place looked, although there were some obvious patch jobs here and there in random order.

Once he was in what was the center of the barn he stood still while his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Once his vision were adjusted he takes a minute to just stare.

The air seems to lack that dusty quality to it that most unused barns would have. The stalls where horses or other farm animals would go are all cleaned out and or being used for storage. There’s a big wooden table pushed into the corner with what seems like jumbo sized board games and such. One stall has a plethora of Bumblebee memorabilia which he noted was a bit odd, but hey he can’t judge due to having a Grimlock sticker collection. After some time wandering the ground level he suddenly remembers that most barns, do in fact, have a hayloft. Turning his gaze upwards sure enough there is a rickety wooden ladder leading to the, once, hayloft.

After climbing the safety hazard that was the wooden ladder he finally stands in the hayloft. Now up here there was definitely more dust and mildew but still not nearly as much as expected. There was a sky light that let in some natural light into the barn itself along with a generous amount of open space that had yet to be monopolized on.

“It sure would be a shame if someone were to commandeer this here hayloft.” He spun in a wide circle, arms out like a ringmaster at a circus. Grinning, he took out his phone and took a few quick photos of the space before braving the ladder once more. Once he was back on the ground he made a hasty retreat back to the house.

“How was the barn?” His soul had left his body to quickly for him to respond right away.

Alex was standing over the stove, a pan filled with sizzling onions his art of choice.

“It was nice, I have a quick question for you.” He took a deep breath, really savoring the sweet aroma in the air before sitting at the counter.

“Fire away Jazzy!!” He waved his spatula in his direction.

“Jazz, and, I was wondering if I could use the hayloft in the barn as a crafting space? I do art therapy on Thursdays and Tuesdays and figured doing it up there would allow the house from becoming an accidental splash zone.” He sat there, tensing for the millions of different reactions that Alex could give.

It felt like a millennia before he finally responded. (It was only a few seconds)

“That sounds like a great idea Jazz!” He turned to face him, pan and hot pad in hand.

“Let's talk it over with Dottie during dinner and I’m sure she’ll love it too. Alright kiddo?” He plopped the hot pad onto the counter then smoothly placed the pan down.

“Yeah! That sounds great!; What are you making by the way?” He peered around as Alex opened the oven, revealing a baking sheet full of what appeared to be sliced beef.

“Bistek! It’s a Filipino dish that includes onions, soy sauce, a few spices I like to add and sliced beef!” He presented the sheet to Jazz before placing it on the stove.

“I keep the meat in the oven so it doesn’t get cold while I cook the onions.” He explained before wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before opening the cupboards.

“Wanna help me set the table?”

“Sure thing!” Jazz slid off his stool, coming to stand next to Alex while he was handed the plates and cutlery.

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Dinner was an experience and a half. The Maltos were a lively bunch that was for sure. Dottie was always talking about something ranger related, witch tracked but it was insane how much went into simply releasing an animal back into the wild. Robby and Mo never seemed to slow down, like ever. The two of them talked enough for the whole family. Alex was Jazz’s favorite though she wouldn’t be willing to admit that just yet. He was easily excitable any time someone mentioned his cooking or a historical site. It was actually quite refreshing how well done the food was for once. She was way too used to salt and pepper dinners for it to be healthy. Dottie was okay with Jazz using the hayloft as an art space under the condition that she give them a heads up before heading up. It was a little odd but easily brushed off in her mind. Maybe they just wanted to know where to look for her in times of need or something like that.

When dinner was finished she stayed behind to help with dishes and cleanup. The nightly routines were quick and efficient along with being really satisfying to watch. Considering that all she did was brush her teeth along with a quick rag wash and moisturize the Malto kids were surprisingly clean and it made her feel just a tad dirty being there.

Once she was alone in her new room she shuffled over to her backpack, fishing out earbuds and an airpod. She only used it for music and the occasional solitaire game. Tossing that onto the bed she turned and shuffled over to the dresser where she had stuffed her clothes earlier in the day. Grabbing a worn and tattered graphic tee and a pair of basketball shorts she shed her day clothes. Once she was all settled into bed she chose a random playlist, pressing shuffle before finally going to sleep. The day had finally come to an end and she had never felt more at peace in her life. She could get used to this she thought before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

End of chapter 1 (pt 2)

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I give to thee

A beach episode ✨✨✨

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Have another Jazz doodle

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Have a plot relevant outfit design while yall wait for me to finish writing chapter 1 TvT

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: Malto Family (Transformers), Jasper (Jazz) oc, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers) Additional Tags: I'll add tags as needed, Sorry Not Sorry, Fluff, whole lotta wholesome, with BIG angst moments, I changed Pseuds, Old one was Beandizzle_1906, New one is STAR_CHILD_WRITES Summary:

The Maltos gain a new member to their family. Tales of fluff, angst, and danger. A wholesome friendship, a budding new family. Whatever shall they do???? I will torture the oc tho, this is inevitable.

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Beauty Base 0:

Heyo peeps ST⭐️R_CHILD here! I can't wait to show y'all my goobers and stories an such but first;

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⭐️ I will not always be around to post so don't expect me to post on a daily or even regular basis.

[I'll add more to this as I see fit but otherwise that's it for now]