#autobotjazzweek 2023

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Day six of Autobot Jazz Week, prompt is “Bodywork”, song is “Dress you up in my love” by Madonna.

Ficlit: Marking His Territory

Prowl and Jazz we’re sitting near the bonfire, taking advantage of the light it provided. No one else seemed to be paying any attention to what they were doing.

Optimus was lost in his own thoughts, gazing into his cube of Energon like he’d find the secrets of the Universe if he could just get to the bottom of it. Suri was teaching Grimlock and the Dinobots how to toast marshmallows, though Prowl prayed the little girl would just give the sticky sweets to her fellow humans and not let the prehistoric mechs try them. Ratchet was watching them with a scowl, as though he was worried about the same possibility as the young Ninja. Bulkhead and Bumblebee where in gaged in an exercise of one-up manship with Sentinal, as they bragged about their feats of bravery during the last battle, and the humans were relaxing for once, eating hotdogs and hamburgers.

“What are you engraving? I can’t make it out upside down.” Prowl asked his mate, who was currently engraving something in beautiful scroll-glyphs upon his left forearm.

“My designation. That way everyone who sees it will know, who’s Spark you own.” The Music-smith paused in his work just long enough to place a chase kiss to the Ninja’s Helm.

“All who read Cybertronian anyway.” Prowl chuckled.

“Those who don’t, will ask. And then you get to brag about me. Ain’t I thoughtful? You’re welcome Love.” Jazz grinned, charming in his teasing. Prowl just smiled and shook his Helm fondly at his antics.

“What are you guys doing huddled over here all by yourselves?” Captain Carmine Fanzone asked, arching an eyebrow at them like a suspicious father figure.

“Jazz is giving me an engraving.” Prowl proudly bent his arm so the Earthling could see the work in progress.

“Huh, wonders never cease. I guess that’s like the Cybertronian equivalent of a tattoo then?” The portly blond man inquired, oddly fascinated despite his usual disdain for anything from their culture.

Prowl had no idea what a ‘tattoo’ was, but thankfully Jazz did.

“That’s exactly what it is Sir.” Jazz grinned in his friendly manner.

His curiosity satisfied, the human just nodded and went back to his seat with the other Terrans, leaving the Conjunx to themselves.

“Finish it Sweetspark, I want to show the others.” Prowl’s engine purred and Jazz felt himself blush at his mate’s enthusiasm.

‘To think he’s this happy to have my designation as apart of his body.’ Thankfully his visor blocked the view of him blinking back tears. “Ok Love, but when I’m done, you put yours on me next.”

“Deal!” And Prowl sealed it with a kiss.

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I MISSED JAZZ WEEK!! So BUSY!! SO SAD!!!

So much work and I completely forgot.

Kinda bummed out. But I guess I will just have to wait till next year 🤷. Me too Jazz, me too.

[autobotjazzweek]

Hey there, Autobots, Decepticons and gentlebeings of all persuasions! Moderator @eerian-sadow here to give a few more details for Jazz Week, where we celebrate the smoothest, coolest cat ever produced by Hasbro.

Jazz Week, or Autobot Jazz Week to keep confusion among the music festival crowd to a minimum, is a themed prompt week that runs from July 16 through July 22, 2023. This overlaps with at least one other fandom challenge (SkyStarWeek, July 17-22) and I know that’s a bummer.

BUT!!

You can absolutely overlap your challenges. I don’t expect anyone to turn out two or three or more pieces per day, so please double or triple dip for THIS challenge. After all, it’s fine to wear the same dress to more than one party. ;) AND this is an “All Fanworks Welcome” challenge! Whether you paint, draw, write, knit or make floral arrangements, any fanwork that celebrates Jazz is happily welcomed here. The most important thing is that you are having fun! (We're also all ratings, so tag/warn accordingly, please!)

Like most theme weeks, we have some prompts! This year, they are:

July 16: Behind the Visor // Break up/make up

July 17: Screen // Communication Blackout

July 18: Secret Identity // Candy/Sweets

July 19: Dark Side // Theme Song

July 20: Around the world // Underworld

July 21: Living the dream // Bodywork

July 22: Creator’s choice

The prompts are presented in pairs, one lighter and one darker, and you are welcome to take inspiration from one or the other or both or neither! (Again, the fun is the point.) 

When posting your works, please remember to use the official Jazz Week tags (written so they don't overlap with the music festival scene,  again) #AutobotJazzWeek and #AutobotJazzWeek2023 (Twitter & Tumblr both)

For everyone on AO3 there is a collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AutobotJazzWeek2023/profile (AutobotJazzWeek2023) 

And if you only manage one fill for the week? Don't sweat it. One fill is a success and you've added to the net joy of the universe!

We also have an official Twitter @WeekJazz https://twitter.com/WeekJazz and would appreciate follows and RTs of promos over there, too! And please, reblog this post, too!

Looking forward to seeing what you make! Share that Jazz love!

[that-glitter-chick]

Autobot Jazz Week day four! (I think😅) Series: Transformers Animated. Prompt: Darkside/Theme song. Song: Poison by Alice Cooper

Ficlit: Cantharidin (a poisonous aphrodisiac)

Jazz strained against the titanium cords binding his arms behind his back, even as his odd captor practically climbed into his lap. Being a Ninja Master, he was unaccustomed to being bot-napped in the middle of the night by amorous Doppelgängers of lost lovers.

“Nice paint job.” He snarled sarcastically at the tacky royal purple and white-gold trim. The red optics clashed with it horribly and gave him the creeps. The similarities to his Conjunx Endura were just enough to throw the differences into harsh relief.

“Like it do ya?” The not-Prowl purred. “Good. You’re gonna have to get used to it.” His grammar was all wrong, Prowl would never speak so informally, and his vocalizer had a raspy tinge to it.

The dark Shade leered at the Autobot’s lean athletic form and caressed his faceplates, admiring the angles of his cheeks. “I’m going to be the only company you have for a loooooong while, handsome.”

“So where are we Honeymooning then?” Jazz jerked back to avoid an obscene lick along his jawline, causing his assailant to scowl dangerously. “We going back to your place? Your reality?”

“Now why would I risk bringing my prize back to the very Pit that lost me my Jazz? Never Sweetspark, I’m taking you to an entirely different demention.” The corrupt twin nuzzled the Ninja’s neck almost lovingly, inventing deeply, quietly moaning and embracing him gently “Primus, you even smell like him!”

Jazz shuddered, not completely from fear. He too had lost his partner, his Prowl. If only this… thing! Wasn’t so morally appalling. It had left quite the wake of carnage behind him as he retrieved his prize from the Autobot base. Rescue was long off, Ratchet and their human allies were going to be extremely busy putting the rest of the team back together before the could even begin looking for him.

The Shattered Glass variant of Prowl flipped a switch, that only an intimate knowledge of Jazz’s frame would have supplied him with the location of, and the Ninja felt his foe grin predatory against the thin armor of his throat. A very famous human was singing about deadly love and comparing it to venom.

“Oh listen darling!” Prowl growled “they’re playing our song.”

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Autobot Jazz Week day two! Prompt, “Communications Blackout”. Song “I Just Called To Say I Love You” by Mr. Stevie Wonder

Ficlit: Moral Boost

Prowl wanted to be mad, should be mad, but he couldn’t even manage to pretend to the emotion. Relief washed over him as his Spark seemed to unclench and he exvented a cooling cycle he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

“Jazz,” he sighed, at least managing to sound exasperated “There’s a communications blackout for a reason. You’re putting your entire team at risk!”

His Conjunx Endura smiled in that charming slow and lazy way that was so uniquely him. “Nah darlin’,” the Master Spy practically purred “mission’s over and we’ve been in Autobot space for three mega cycles now. We’re safe, I promise. Just couldn’t wait to give you the good news even a nanoclick later than absolutely possible.”

The Chief Security Officer allowed himself to smile faintly back at his mate. That was Jazz in a nutshell, so loving and thoughtful. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting by the Comm at every available opportunity.” He smirked in self deprecation “I took my breaks in here, did my reports on a portable datapad, drove everyone who’s had monitor duty absolutely nuts I’m sure.”

“Well yeah, I wanted you to know we were safe as soon as I could but…” Jazz suddenly looked sheepish, very unnatural for one of his gregarious personality.

Prowl raised an eye ridge, weary and suspicious in response. “Jazz…” his tone warned he would broke no nonsense.

“Just couldn’t wait to tell you, from the both of us, Happy Sire’s day, we love you.” The Music-smith grinned brighter than Earth’s sun.

“Wha… That makes no sense! Why would you wish me that? We don’t have a sparkling yet, you goofball.” The Autobot CSO’s mate just kept smiling at him, as the reality slowly made its way through his processor. ‘From the BOTH of US’. ‘WE love you.’

“Oh Primus…” Prowl whispered, his optics fogging over with joyful coolant tears as a huge grin erupted across his face plates. He reached out to touch where his Conjunx was holding his own servo to the screen. “Hurry home.” He managed to gulp past the lump that suddenly had appeared in his volcalizer. “I can hardly wait to hold you… both of you.”

[that-glitter-chick]

Last day of Autobot Jazz Week and the prompt was artist’s choice! I work at Connections Cafe in EPCOT the world’s busiest Starbucks (like legit, it’s been statistically proven) so I decided to do a chibi version of my favorite Transformer ship, surrounded by Starbucks treats. Sorry no “Bumblebee” cake pop, that thing has us all giggling over how derwpy it looks. 🤣🐝🍰 Kudos to anyone who can name all the treats and fruits in the picture❤️👍🏼

No song, no ficlit, sorry I’m just celebrating that I finished the challenge and I’m keeping up over on Skystar week too! Yahoo!

Someday I’ll draw Autobot Bumblebee sitting on a stick and call it that 😜😘

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Autobot Jazz Week day three! Prompt: Candy/Sweets. Jazz wants to play the Pocky game, naturally using Energon treats. Song is “I Want Candy” by Bow Wow Wow.

Ficlit: Candy Conflict

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.” Prowl strained backwards, not wanting to break their embrace but also trying to avoid the Energon treat, flipping up and down rapidly in a playful manner from its place clenched between his Conjunx dente plates.

Jazz scowled in irritation and removed the candy from his lips so he could speak clearly. “The kiss isn’t the point. I want to try the game. You know, try something different.”

The taciturn Security Officer squirmed. Why did Earthlings have to come up with such silly ideas to waste time? And why was his mate so fascinated by the little ones odd habits? “Couldn’t we just make out, then eat the candy like normal people?”

Jazz growled in frustration and threw up his servos in a rare sign of hostility. “Well excuse me for wanting to indulge in the local cultures. I mean we’re stuck here on Earth, might as well enjoy it. But fine, if my hobbies offend you so greatly, I’ll take my candy and find someone who does want to play!”

His beloved was half way to their quarters door when Prowl registered what he had just said. “Wait a minute! Jazz, hold on, you’re going to just go off and…” he ironically decided on a human term “snog some other bot?!”

The Master Spy coldly glared at him from over his shoulder and snapped “First off, like I said, the kiss ain’t the point! And even if it was, why not? You weren’t the first Mech I ever kissed, and it doesn’t have to be sexy, it can be an innocent kind of thing. I’m your Conjunx but that doesn’t mean you own me Prowl of Praxus!”

“No, no, of course not!” Prowl waved his servos and shook his head, “I’d never presume such a thing Love. It’s just…”

Seeing his one and only look so hurt made Jazz exvent and pinch where his visor rested on his olfactory sensor. He slowly turned with his servos spread wide in a slightly pleading gesture. “Look Prowl, I love ya darlin’ but there are solar cycles where I could just deck ya.” He chuckled in a sad way. “We’ve been Conjunx a long time and hardly get to see each other we’re so busy with our duties, and we never know if we’re gonna see each other ever again whenever we go on missions… I just wanted to play a little game I thought was cute, is this really worth arguing over?” He dropped the box of Energon treats into a small trash receptacle and looked so rejected it physically hurt the other Autobot to witness.

Prowl got up from his place sitting on their recharge berth and quickly transversed the distance between them. He embraced his Conjunx Endura tightly and peppered his helm with kisses. “I’m sorry Jazz. You’re right, you never ask for anything and this was such a simple request. I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of this.”

Before Jazz could respond, Prowl left the warmth of their embrace and retrieved the box of candy. He took his love by the servo and guided him back to their starting point sitting on the berth.

Jazz was grinning like a Sparkling with a new toy as he dug out a fresh treat with every intention of reinitiating the game, when he was interrupted yet again by an oddly suddenly shy Prowl.

“Heh… hey love?” The CSO mumbled, avoiding optic contact and his face plates were dusted a pretty blue blush.

“Yeah handsome, what is it?” Jazz was very intrigued now. What could possibly have his normally stoic mate acting like an unchristianed youngling about to have his first tumble?

“Who… uh, who would you have gone to if I hadn’t stopped you from leaving?” Prowl murmured. His EM field was radiating arousal despite his bashful nature.

‘You adorable, sweet, secretly kinky mech.’ Jazz thought to himself as he slowly grinned like he normally only did when getting the upper hand in battle. “You really want to know darlin’?” He drawled and felt his engine hum happily at the shy nod he received in answer.

“Then you better win the Pocky game. That can be your trophy.”

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Day five of Autobot Jazz Week, Prompt: Around the World. Being a cast-member at Disney’s EPCOT I instantly thought of World Showcase which is literally half our park lol. Song is Zipidity Doo Da, rest in peace Splash Mountain and long live Princess Tiana!

Ficlit: A Whole New World

Prowl was thoroughly confused. First off, he was 98% sure he he had been tricked into wearing a hat meant specifically for Femmes, if the huge red bow at its apex was any indication. But his new Conjunx had only scoffed and said with a mischievous grin, “Don’t be silly man, clothing don’t have gender. Besides, the colors complement your paint job.”

Secondly, the aforementioned freshly acquired spouse had promised him a world tour for, what the Humans called, their Honeymoon. That turn of phrase had needed it’s own separate explanation and thanks to their Terran friends doing an internet search, Prowl now knew it was something left over from Viking culture.

But that still didn’t make it any clearer why they were leisurely walking around an Earth amusement park. Pleasant though the experience had been, the young Ninja had been looking forward to exploring the world with his favorite person on any planet.

“Lots of Terran couples take their Honeymoons here at Disney World.” Jazz grinned, his obnoxiously pink Mickey Mouse balloon, he had bought in Magic Kingdom the day prior, bobbing over their heads like a strange pet on a leash.

“But we’re not Terrans and why do they call it that anyway?” Prowl frowned as they got in line for a ride that took the riders through the story of a young human Femme with cryogenic powers and her family. It involved a boat ride and he could already smell the chlorine. He, not for the last time, silently prayed to Primus that they didn’t end up with a case of rust each by the end of the week. Why did so many of the rides involve water?! “We haven’t left Earth, this place isn’t a ‘world’ at all.”

Jazz growled an exvent and turned, pulling him into a passionate and spontaneous kiss, electing impressed whistles from several of the Humans surrounding them in the ride que. When the white and black Mech broke off the kiss he cupped his black and gold mate’s face in his servos and said, “Baby-love, just go with it. Some old human decided to get poetic when naming his amusement park, so what? Just chill already. We’ll do something you like best after this, the Japan Pavilion ain’t far off from here, just be patient a little while longer.”

“Promise me someday we’ll go to actual Japan and I’ll put in an effort to be more open minded.” He was actually pouting! Prowl was so disappointed in himself.

Luckily for him, his lover thought it was cute. Taking his servo in his own and gallantly guiding him into the ride’s vessel, Jazz swore “Cross my Spark and hope to die.”