#jazz

[keferon]

Jazz: Oh man this guy got a robot with a face?? I’m jealous…

Prowl while maintaining perfect stone hard poker face: Visors are so hotttt

Part of me wants to make mecha Jazz into a figure so bad ahahahah but it’s cold outside and I can’t afford being poisoned by paint inside my room

[somerandomcockroach]

[startheskelaton]

A Megatron thanksgiving

[shrimpscream]

Why is it so easy to get obsessed with your AU‘s @keferon ???

[pixel-transformers]

This is a little less ‘cleaned up’ than my other drawings but I can NOT stop thinking of @keferon s Mecha Pilot Jazz Au:)

I feel like this would be the point when Prowl finds out about Jazz actually being human, after the mecha is damaged…

[epsilonetalia]

Little doodle based on @keferon 's AU for Mecha Pilot Jazz :D

I absolutely ADORE this AU and hopefully when I get more free time I can do more stuff for it <3 Was having too good of a time trying to figure out if Prowl would be horrified to learn Jazz was a pilot, or if he somehow had it figured out beforehand. This was the end result of said imagination

[6kai3]

humanformers dump

[corvus-divum]

Doodles of @keferon 's Mecha Pilot Jazz AU 'cause it's been eating my brain and I wanted to draw angst that I had planned to write but ended up drawing fluff and just doodles of them hanging out

[byshz]

APT with Jazz and Blaster

[hbkigaru]

TGWP, Ch. 51.

[yourplaywright]

hey did someone say they want more babybee? i say as i shove someone out of the way.

i brought more…. so…. take it ig

“You’re going to get me in trouble!” Jazz hisses, picking B up. The bot dangles down like a roudy newbuild, crossed arms and pout included. Well, that makes sense, since nobody knows how old B is, though it can’t be more than 10 cycles with how underdeveloped some parts of his frame were.

“I was trying to help!” B cries, eyeridges furrowing. “How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

Jazz gestures wildly to the light fixture that, suspiciously, was now shattered and scattered on the floor. “The fact it was swinging didn’t clue you in?”

“Everyone deserves a chance!”

“It is— was— a fragging light!”

B’s shoulders slump. “‘m sorry, Jazz.”

“You should be,” he huffs, glaring at the younger bot through his visor. “Honestly, if you got hurt Elita would flip out. You aren’t, right?”

“Nope!” B gives him a thumbs up.

Jazz shakes his head, feelings simmering down. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just got stressed thinking you were hurt. Check in with Ratchet to make sure you didn’t cut yourself on any glass, alright?”

“Alright.”

—

“What do you mean you can’t find him?”

Elita levels him with a look. “You know what I mean. He’s not in Optimus’ office, he’s not trying to bother me, and Cliffjumper and Hotrod have been racing with Mirage all day.”

“Oh,” Jazz says. “Have you checked with Ratchet in the medbay?”

“Why would B be in the medbay?!”

Jazz raises his servos. “Hey, hey, calm down Dad. I told him to check in with Ratchet after he had a little accident, that’s all.”

“An accident?” Elita places her servos on her hips, looking less than convinced.

“He fell,” Jazz says, not technically lying. “He was totally fine, though, just thought he should get looked over.”

Elita’s face softens. He won’t be maimed, then. “Right. Well, you’re coming with me to check when Ratchet last saw him.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

—

“B hasn’t been in for any checkups,” Ratchet says, scrolling through a datapad. “I think he’s been ignoring the developmental ones, too.”

“Oh,” says Jazz, who’s chance of being murdered have increased fivefold. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Ratchet sighs heavily, squinting at whatever he’s reading. “I need to take his inner energon samples to see if he still has that mineral deficency…”

“We’ll leave you to it, doc,” Elita says, smiling.

“Please don’t send Jazz back to me,” the medic deadpans.

Jazz laughs awkwardly and backs away. “I’ll go look over… here.”

Elita glares. “If I find him first, I’m cutting your pay.”

“If I do?”

“Your reward is survival.”

Jazz takes the hint, sprinting down the hallway.

—

B messed up. He messed up and Jazz was mad at him.

He covers his mouth to stifle another sob, curling up more. His frame hurts, glass shoved into delicate joints and under thin plating. His digits ache. It hurts and he deserves it, doesn’t he? He messed up, like he always does.

They’ll realise how useless he is and then they’ll send him back to sublevel 50 because that’s the best place for a useless glitch like him—

Above him, something creaks. He glances up and yelps quietly when he sees Laserbeak staring back at him.

“Wh- How did you get in here?”

Laserbeak chirps, hopping down and landing on his shoulder. He cringes a bit and the cassessete starts rumbling gently. 

“You really shouldn’t be here,” he mumbles, which just makes Laserbeak hunker down more. “Alright, alright.”

He shuffles to place the cassessete in his lap, messing with some of the kibble on his wings. “It’s a long way from the base,” he says. “Are you hungry?”

The cassessete hops around, doing an uncharacteristically obvious basic scan. B blinks, realising his own energon levels are low. “Oh.”

Laserbeak nudges his helm gently, before taking off out an open window he never noticed before.

“That’s one hidey hole compromised,” B says, standing up on shaky legs and sliding out of the storage room.

He presses himself against the wall as a blur of colour rushes by. He recognises the shades of blue, white, and black as belonging to Jazz. 

… he should probably help him.

[keferon]

Ok fun idea for mech pilot au, Jazz's lack of awareness of his human body leads him to not taking the best care of that part of himself, regularly forgetting to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.

Its all fine until Jazz needs to leave his mecha to stretch his actual legs and realises "oh wait I feel awful and I'm completely exhausted now" and can only make it a few steps back inside before falling over from sheer lack of self-care

Oh I imagine him just. Fucking shaking wobbling crawling out of his mech because he mecha-piloted for too long and forgot he needs to maintain his own body too not just his mech. Like. He has double vision from using his visor for too long, his head hurts, he is dehydrated and everything.

It’s okay though I think at this point Prowl would know enough to help :)

[somerandomcockroach]

...wanted... to add so much more.... but I'm dead.... maybe will add one day more since I wanted more battle side by side scenes... I love them your honor in every universe.... Song remix <- link *making cackling voice* Mecha pilot Jazz au by Keferon

[13mary-gold]

PART 3

The tension is rising

I have some ideas for a few more chapters, but after that… the story seems to hit a dead end. I have a few directions in mind, but they all lead toward a slower, longer storyline—one I’m not sure I’ll have the patience for

Originally, I meant this to be a short 'What if...' 🥲

So, for now, the story’s future is still a bit unclear

That said, if anyone has ideas or suggestions, I’d love to hear them! Whether it's about this AU, the story direction, or anything else, all thoughts are welcome. Your perspectives often inspire new twists and possibilities I hadn’t considered, and that’s always such a joy to explore. So feel free to share—whether it’s big ideas or small details, it’s all appreciated! ♡✨️

Part 1 | Part 2 < Part 3

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(389) You'd think war would generate less paperwork than peace — more executive decisions from wartime leaders, fewer boring committee meetings, right? But actually it generates more, because everyone is constantly working very very hard, owing to the unfortunate need to protect their own existence.

"I've never needed a form for that before," is a phrase that gives Prowl an instant headache and Ultra Magnus a little thrill of delight. At least in the early days of the war, Jazz says it every week.

Today's fic idea concerns the long, steady evolution of the standard Autobot incident reporting format.