Shhh...look What Im Working On

Shhh...look what I’m working on

Jazz’s wheels weren’t made for off-roading, but they got him to the edge of the Crystal Forest at least. Prowl darted out, tail swaying to stand on the path as Jazz transformed.

“Ya gotta take it from here, Prowl.  Ah don’ know where we’re goin’.”

Prowl yipped at him and leaned up against his leg.  He was getting better at this in his rootmode, but casual affection was still easier in his alt.  Jazz reached down and stroked over his ruff and plating.

“Ready?”

Not Really and Absolutely at the same time.  How could such contrasting emotions exist in one bot at the same time?

-Secret Identify 

Acronyms

I started using Tumblr to read Transformers things, so Transformers + Tumblr is linked in my head.  Most of my other fandoms were either on livejournal or fandom specific sites.  

So I’m strolling through blogs, clicking on whatever takes my fancy and I see an unfamiliar acronym in someone’s profile: ACAB

Now, since my brain says Tumblr=Transformers and it looks so much like AFAB/AMAB my brain’s first thought is: Assigned Car At Birth.

Rebel terms from the Functionalist era perhaps?

Lookie what I found digging through my files! I started writing a Transformers retelling of “A Christmas Carol” three days before Christmas last year and I found it!  It’s a lot longer than I remembered too!  Here’s a little bit:

“Well, usually your guide is supposed to be someone from your past, preferably a bot that has made the same mistakes and can warn you against continuing on your sinful path.”

“Yes, and?”  The ghost looked hesitant.

“Well, there wasn’t anyone for you, so I had to come instead.”

“Clearly I keep better company than –“

“No,” the ghost stopped him, “I mean there wasn’t anyone for you…at all.”

Prowl absorbed this and only stiffened slightly – not that there was much stiffer his back struts could go.  

“I cultivate a small friend group,” he said quickly, remembering the quote from an old novel.

“So small there’s only you in it, mech.

I love drabbles and one-shots!  Here’s the prompts I’m using for the story on AO3 in case anyone is curious about what they’ll be.

Finished! :)

Secret Baby!

“What’s that?”  A pair of small optics appeared over the edge of the table.

“Boring, grown-up stuff,” Hound said, quickly lifting the plasma cutter away from the edge and stuffing it back into his subspace. “Where’s Captain Impossible and his faithful sidekicks?  Weren’t you playing with them a few minutes ago?”  Jazz sniggered into his cube and leaned against the doorway.

“They recharging,” Siren said wisely.  “I wanna see!”  He tried to grab for something, but Beachcomber was faster, sweeping as much of it as he could out of reach.

“Jazz!  Jazz, your bitlet wants you!”

“Siren!” he called, walking forwards to grab him, still grinning.

“’m good, Ke-ator!” Siren hollered back, trying to get one short leg up onto the table so he could reach some of the instruments Beachcomber had missed in his sweep.