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send  “ WAKE UP ”  for my muse (receiver) to wake up in your muse’s (sender) arms! This could be for any reason, from them falling asleep from exhaustion, rescuing them after they passed out, anything!  You can also send “WAKE UP REVERSE” to reverse the prompt, so the sender wakes up in the receiver’s arms

make sure to specify the muse for multimuses!

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Sometimes, being my friend- is just listening to me info dump about Dune and other stuff for an hour straight. Hopefully, I'm not making you insane, friendos.

#[ ooc ] ── * mun ( yakityyak )

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He chuckles softly- carefully hopping from the vent to give him the stimulant and the donut. "Here ya go mech, M'a fragger, but ah ain't cruel."

Dangles an energon donut and stimulant from a vent.

Heeeeere mech.

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He leans in the doorway, idly watching the enforcer from behind the curved glass of his visor. Ovid optics lid, flickering here and there as his HUD comes online. Scrolling stats, environmental facts, and points of weakness are cataloged and then stored in his formidable databanks.

"M'afraid ah don't have any excitement fer ya."

His words are droll, wry- and laced with sardonic amusement. It takes a moment longer for him to stalk on nearly silent pedes to place a mug of warmed energon laced with the other's favorite stimulant on the corner of his desk.

"Just figured ya forgot to fuel up again. Y'tend to forget it."

He opts not to respond to the barb, not quite willing to let the other get a rise out of him. His frame-language is guardedly candid, field even- and quite treating Prowl like every other 'Con he's ever met.

As a potential threat.

"So. Got anythin' for me t'take care of?"

S'up, mech.

Prowl looks at Jazz. And then takes a good little look around him, hoping very much there was another mech in the room he could've been addressing. No such hope. He exvents. "Very little, actually." Now that's a bit of a lie. "Unless you'd like to say- or cause- otherwise. As you do."

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#p r o w l > enforcer. patrol. secretary

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Dangles an energon donut and stimulant from a vent.

Heeeeere mech.

#dash commentary #lets see who he gets today

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Oh no.

#frag #fraggity frag frag #dash commentary

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I keep getting stuck on the projects i’m working on so i drew Jazz to help me through my slump

#This is beautiful #oooh #jazz #tfjazz #art

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Man. Dunno what's got the cop riled up, but he's ascending to a whole new realm of pissed off I didn' think was possible.

#dash commentary #then again #just about every variant of Prowl I've ever met tends to fall into the asshole orbit #There are some exceptions #but they are rare

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Ah got UV burns. Fraggin' great.

#time to go die in an oil bath somewhere #UGH #I HATE UV BURNS #I AM THE NIGHT #I DO NOT DO WELL IN THE DAYSTAR #dash commentary

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on the roof sentence starters

"What are you doing on the roof?"

"Get off of my roof!"

"It's nice up here on the roof."

"Care to join me on the roof?"

"Help! I'm stuck on the roof!"

"How long have you been stuck on the roof?"

"Why are we on the roof?"

"How long have you been up here on the roof?"

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                  ← ——————————————————————- →

                    | HEADCANON / 18+ / IDW / G1 INSPIRED|

  Jazz of Polyhex  About | Laws | Dossier    

#» p r o m o « — boostin' the airwaves

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who up wanting something they can never have

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Jazz is well adept at reading between lines, even if those lines are invisible. The hesitation is as clear to him as filtered energon, and he allows himself a small smile. There is, however, a tinge of sadness to it. "Ah've only allowed jus' a coupla mecha t'meet my clade. Ya know what it's like t'be hunted down, an' t'be considered bestial in nature an' disregarded as an' intelligent mecha." They follow the twisting, labyrinthine path through yet another series of tunnels- until they finally come to an odd crux. There are openings to dark paths in every direction, including above and below. However, the grate they're standing on prohibits them from falling into the darkness below.

Jazz unerringly heads right into the northeast tunnel- and slips through a hidden crack. Redstrike will come into a wide, open space as he follows.

It appears to have been a town center at one point, with buttressed supports all around holding up the layers above. The height is at least two layers thick- with a series of latticed dwellings in staggered spaces. In the center are a small assortment of mecha- mostly the thicker Polyhexian femmes with their svelte partners. At the head of them, with two hands slicing up base metals into a bubbling pot, and the other two holding a bitlet- is Majora. She's nearly a helm taller than the rest of her clade, and oddly insecticonoid in features with segmented faceplates. Upon seeing her grandbit and a guest- that uncanny countenace smiles into something wide and welcoming. "Sweetbit!"

Jazz brightens at that, dropping his things and darting to his grandcarrier like a visiting sparkling. Her primary hands drop her items, easily caught by the others- and those arms wind around his frame as the secondary put the bitlet behind her back to pause the impact of his hug. "Oh, sweetbit. S'good t'see ya. An ya finally brough' someone home?" Those odd double optics, neutral green in color- rest upon the new arrival. "Welcome t'Clade Musiica."

"Do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now?" -Redstrike

Jazz regards Red with amusement. Fingertips trace along the edge of his datapad. They're currently in the tunnels under the third layer of Cybertron's Rust level. The datapad is tucked into his subspace as they continue towards older conduits that lead to his Clade's meeting dens. "Considerin' ah was emerged in these tunnels? Know 'em even if ah was blind, deaf, an' without mah olfactory senses." A small, almost shy smile is flung towards the courtesan. " 'Sides, wantcha t'meet my grandcarrier."

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🌟 Jazz portrait commission for @capbiscuit! 🌟

#transformers

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

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"Do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now?" -Redstrike

Jazz regards Red with amusement. Fingertips trace along the edge of his datapad. They're currently in the tunnels under the third layer of Cybertron's Rust level. The datapad is tucked into his subspace as they continue towards older conduits that lead to his Clade's meeting dens. "Considerin' ah was emerged in these tunnels? Know 'em even if ah was blind, deaf, an' without mah olfactory senses." A small, almost shy smile is flung towards the courtesan. " 'Sides, wantcha t'meet my grandcarrier."

#Redstrike / Jazz

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A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞