#jazz week

[that-creature-thing]

Did you know? It's Jazz week! One theme for the 17th was Sniper. So I had this idea. Prowl got them spidy senses lol but don't worry, it's just Jazz flirting!

I tried to keep it simple due to the time limit but I still put in more effort than anticipated lol

[beemochi-art]

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.

[v-exian]

July 19: Magic for Jazz Week 👀👀 @autobotjazzweek

[they-hermes]

the only way id accept jazz frequently going undercover as a decepticon in fanon is if how he does it is just by being nice and funny. like i bet any decepticon would spill massive intel if they met this guy who made funny jokes and offered to clean their guns sometimes. sure they'd like to punch the rookie around but they mellow out pretty quickly and soon enough they're telling the new guy every detail they know about high command over a few drinks and letting him through restricted areas

[fene4ka]

man this mecha Jazz au by @keferon is doing things to my brain

Jazz and Prowl teaming up and befriending each other even though they have no clue what the others says or what they even are is so cool and fun hahahaahshdad

they just have this unexplainable connection with one another u know

also im curious what was Jazz first time reaction seeing Prowl transform lol. he must have been so confused hahfhdha

[aghostsnail]

the prowlerrrr

@keferon mecha au (I'm not sure if I should keep tagging for credit, sorry if not!)

[bloominglegumes]

chomp

[pricklenettle]

Im sorry this isn’t the best photo ever, but heres some jazzes and a spike

[floq]

I got inspired…

based on this meme

[bluerosefox]

Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.

[demonic0angel]

DC x DP Prompt: Jazz receives super powers after a random accident, and like a sensible person she ignores it to focus on her studies/work. But supervillains keep coming around to pick fights and cause trouble for both her and Danny.

(I hc that Jazz has shadow and dream related powers. She probably still has Shadow tho)

Danny: So… what’s with the skull outside the apartment window…?

Jazz: It’s a warning to everyone else to not bother us :)

Danny: …. So who is it?

Jazz: The Joker :)

Danny: …. Okay. So how did you kill him?

Jazz: You know how :)

Danny: …. Yes. Yes, I do. So when did you kill him?

Jazz: This morning when he started harassing the Red Hood :)

Danny: … so is that why he’s been dropping off flowers and chocolates since then?

Jazz: Probably? :)

Danny: …. Okay, I’ll just… not do anything about this…. I’m taking a nap :,/

Jazz: You do that. Sweet dreams :)

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.

The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.

Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.

luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.

[flamingpudding]

DPxDC Week 2024 Day 1

1) Betrayal 2) "I can't believe I met Batman first" 3) An Open Door

Jazz blinkt as she looked at her new patient, she looked down at the file on her desk once more and then back up at the man before her. She hummed for a moment before folding her hands on her desk and smiled. The man before her grunted clearly here against his will but most likely got convinced because of his colleagues. There was a brief moment in which she lamented not being able to tell her little brother about this but then again it probably would be Sam that would gush more than Danny. Danny would be more starry eyed if her first patient had been another certain person.

"Well Mr. Batman. How about we start the session."

She kept her tone light and friend, hiding a laugh as the hero before her grunted annoyed. The man clearly wasn't happy about this new mandated medical procedure for hero's. She knows from Black Canary that Batman had been avoiding session like these for a long time. She figured she would use the same approaches she did with her brother.

"I can believe I meet Batman first." She tried again to break the ice. "Your work is very admired. My little brother especially looks to you in the way you had a hand in implementing the Meta-Rights."

The man before her grunts once more, and she sighs. This was going to be a long process.

"Who convinced you to finally take part? Superman? Wonder Woman?" Jazz hummed name dropping her recent patients in hopes to gain some trust with the stoic and apparently stubborn man, but once again she got no answer. Maybe it was time to get creative. Surely Danny wouldn't mind if she used him as ice breaker as she had heard Batman's Robins had all been a handful at some point in their lives.

Maybe she could get the man to talk if she can get him to start ranting about his 'kids'.

"I can understand that hero life as well as taking care of teenagers can be difficult. I am here to lent an ear." She smiles once more. "I know it can be really handful, back in my late teens my younger brother..."

Jazz session with Batman ended 3 hours long with another one already scheduled, surprisingly Batman had come around but instead of discussing his life he had shown a surprising concern for her brother. Who by now was an adult not a child but still, she couldn't wait to sink her teeth more into Batmans psych.

[redmedic]

Bloodweave Week - Day 2 [Hair]

I know I said yesterday that I would make these fully coloured this week, but I was just so happy with the lineart, so I didn’t want to cover it up too much.

I just know Astarion is a fan of hot baths, and Gale is so devoted to him, helps him wash those pretty curls with fancy oils and a jug of hot water.

Tomorrow’s is going to be a collab job as well! Accompanied with a gorgeous fic from a good friend!

@bloodweaveweek

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[tired-all-the-time22]

Accidentally channeled my Danny Phantom hyperfixation into my Fashion Illustration final via Jazz Fenton

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"