#jazz sound

[jackalackqwq]

Dance the night away

[bloominglegumes]

more insane scribbledumping

[classjezter]

Oh, if Prowl was turned into sparkling, I bet Jazz would just kneel over from how cute he is. (I imagine he would be a quiet baby, the opposite of baby Optimus)

Jazz couldn’t handle it tbh

[random-cockroach]

Sending quality, anatomy, logic and other stuff in the trash I just wanted to doodle anomaly mermaid Jazz by Keferon <-

[glitchgh0sty]

HAhahA! Who needs sleep when the tf mecha universe exists and I can live off art and adrenaline alone??

Ft: that scene in one of the Jazz chapters cause the little lads got some adorabable screentime and I loved it to death 🫶✨

Side note! When this au eventually becomes an official transformers spinoff series in some universe,, please accept this as my informal application for a mop in the chefs kitchen,, [the floors will be so clean I swear] <333✍️🥘

[confusion-n-delay]

[sayxit]

Silence

[demonic0angel]

anger management meet cute:

"Would mind doing me a favor. I'm having the worst blind date. Could you help me end it by pretending to be my obsessive, crazy ex and scaring them off?"

Jason stared at the beautiful girl in front of him. She looked at him earnestly, quickly glancing backwards at the bathroom, presumably where her date had gone, leaving her alone at the dinner table.

He blinked. “How’re you not sure that he just ran off while in the bathroom?”

She cringed, with a small shiver of disgust. “I think he wants to bring me home first.”

Jason also cringed. Damn. He gave a sigh and then nodded. “Alright, I’ll step out of the place and when I see him coming back, I’ll come in and drive him off, okay?”

She beamed, a sigh of relief leaving her as she took his hand and squeezed it. “Thank you. I know we’ve never met before, but I appreciate you doing this for me.” Her smile was small, but genuine and breathtakingly beautiful. Her hand was cool in his, but he could only feel the heat spreading through him as he flushed. (Honestly, whoever that stupid fuck was who disrespected her deserved to die.)

“Uh. No problem. My name’s Jason.”

“Jazz,” she said with a beam. With that, he quickly exited the cafe, rubbing his chest where his heart was doing backflips and somersaults. This was like something straight out of a novel and his face felt hot. Still, he quickly calmed himself down and tried to pretend like it was a mission. He took glimpses every once in a while into the window, watching Jazz fidget and look nervous until he spotted a man leaving the bathroom area and approach her, sitting down at the table with a swagger.

He said something that Jazz seemed to laugh nervously at, and then he reached over to touch her hair.

Yep. Showtime.

Jason slammed the door open and burst into hysterical laughter.

“Hah! I fucking knew it! I knew you were with some worthless bastard!”

Jazz and her unwanted date jumped. “J-Jason!” She said, though her tone was a little too relieved. (She was too cute.) Thankfully, her date didn’t notice.

“W-What the—?!”

Jason unsheathed his gun with a furious smile. “Didn’t I tell you, Princess? I told you that if you tried to leave me, I’ll kill whoever looks at you and then I’ll kill you too.”

Jazz pursed her lips, but didn’t look scared. Jason catalogued that reaction and focused on what she was saying.

“Jason! Please— he’s not part of this. You don’t want to go back to jail, remember?”

“Who said I’m going back to jail?” Jason said, approaching the table while keeping the gun pointed towards her date. Everyone else scrambled away with some panic, but everyone knew that Gothamites were crazy when in love, so they just watched warily. “We’re dying together, gorgeous. ‘Til death do us part, right? After killing this bastard, you and I are going to hell together, Princess.”

Jazz then blushed and then looked at her date, mouthing, “Leave.” Then she turned to Jason and said in a soothing tone, “I’m sorry, Jay, I just… uh, I just wanted to test something out. I’m still with you, dearest. Just let him leave, okay? He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, cocking his gun. “Tch. Fine. He better be gone in 3… 2…”

The man quickly scrambled away. Jason watched him run out of the cafe screaming like a little bitch, before he pocketed his gun and then sat down in the empty seat across from Jazz. He waved a waiter, who nearly bolted over to their table to get his order.

Jazz blinked. “You’re staying?”

“Of course, Princess,” he smirked at the way she ducked her head down with a heavy blush. “‘Til death do us part. I’ll pay for dinner this time.”

Everyone stared at Jazz with horror and bewilderment, but she just giggled and said, “Thank you, Jason. I’d really like that.”

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[transingthoseformers]

Okay so with Soundwave's telepathy, do you ever wonder if he's made agonizingly aware of how lustful members of the Deception/Autobot ranks are for each other? Additionally, do you think he, as resident DILF whose raised several kids to adulthood (and evidently has kick ass sire coding) who can and does hold his own, is the prime target of some of those lustful thoughts?

Like. It's one thing if Jazz has the occasional freaky ass thought about Soundwave and Blaster and whoever else. It's another thing if Soundwave can't even walk onto the bridge without being bombarded by horny thoughts.

Soundwave, hauling back the mutilated corpse of a spy, soaked in energon and innards: Crisis: Averted. Encryption measures are being redone in all relevant files as we speak. Additional security has been installed. Recommend: manual checks until-

Skywarp, Shockwave, Megatron, Tarn, all at the exact same moment and with the exact same degree of lust hidden in their fields: I can't not fuck him

Soundwave, realizing what kind of meeting he's in for:

And it'd be funnier if the cassettes were in on it too??? Like someone decided it was their job to get him laid, and now all of them are putting their back into it at all times?

Ravage wants another grandkid: Ratbat wants siblings. Both sets of twins want Sounders to have someone else to occupy him so they can get away with more pranks.

Jazz, being interrogated (again): Hey sexy! Got any plans for your time off?

Soundwave: How do you know I have vacation??

Jazz: Oh, nothin, just Rumble said-

Soundwave, making a mental note to ground all of the kids before it gets out of hand(again): You're going back to your cell. We're done here.

Interesting

Because I feel like that could be immensely funny

I feel like it'd be such a Thing to know so many of the mecha around you are horribly down bad for you, especially considering everything?

Though, as a telepath, Soundwave probably finds out quickly that people think about a lot of things

SIMULTANEOUSLY? EVEN TARN????? Wow!!

I love the idea of the cassettes playing wingmen here lol

This sounds like a fascinating set-up going on

[velvetwyrme]

jazz and prowl beetles..... jeetle and peetle.....

jeetle and peetle ahdjdlslwnfbfmwbk,,,

also while im here: did you know that beetle wings fold up to fit under their shells (elytra)?

some beetles have really big wings in comparison to their body...

[0wldn0]

Some Transformers rarepairs that I like 👉👈

[bloominglegumes]

sorry just dumping more messy speeddoodles of them bc they're in my brain 24/7. i'm sending kisses to everyone drawing them so beautifully but my only contribution to the jazterwave agenda rn is as always just being insane </3

[classjezter]

A theory on why Jazz has a visor: Maybe he has heterochromia (eyes are both different colors) which has negative associations for some framing reason.

YOU🫵 ARE COOKING

Jazz was created with a blue and yellow optic, which for cybertronians is not only a “defect” that is looked down upon, it also heavily affects his vision

Jazz’s different-colored optics messed with his vision more than anyone ever guessed. His processor was constantly working overtime to make sense of the uneven input, scrambling to align depth, light, and motion in real time. Focusing on anything for too long gave him processor-aches bad enough to knock out a lesser mech. But Jazz had been built this way, so he figured this was just how seeing worked. He adapted, like he always did, with a whole lot of trial and error.

Then came Prowl. Prowl, who noticed everything, even the tiny ways Jazz tilted his helm to make sense of a view or hesitated a fraction too long when reacting, which could mean life or death for a miner. After constant worrying, Prowl finally manages to drag his aft to a proper medic, Ratchet, who didn’t even need a full scan before deadpanning, “Kid, you can’t see scrap” After some tests, Ratchet fitted him with a custom visor to help balance and sync the visual input.

The moment it powered on, Jazz nearly shorted, everything was sharp, solid, clear. And the first thing he actually saw in his whole life? Prowl’s face.

(Based on this post)

[random-cockroach]

[glitchgh0sty]

AhHA! Finally gotchu! *quietly slides mimics au sketches across the forest floor* 🫶^u^

Extra sneakiness ✨:

- Hey Glitch,, whatcha. *cough* Doin over there??

- ,,Keferoning … - I think.