#never watched the second

[nonsscrapheap]

for a while now its been plaguing my brain ever since ive been reading @keferon's Mecha Jazz Pilot au and all the other fics close to it, there's also other ideas but this one was persistent after i reread and thought about a certain movie.

james cameron' Avatar (i never watched the second movie)

this is obviously non-canon to the au that keferon has going on, and its just- its self indulgent.

i have no idea if someone else had this thought as well, but here's my take on it. IF SOMEONE DID LINK ME IT, I WANT TO READ IT.

anyway, say bye to jazz! he dies.

also pardon my characterization of the jazz and prowl- this is literally the first time i've ever written the two and i definitely need to read more of them both.

--------------- Mecha Jazz Pilot AU -----------------

Prowl has always known that his time with Jazz would be tragically short, ever since he found out a human's lifespan was barely a vorn, 83 years at best, and it would possibly be shorter because Jazz was a pilot, a warrior, a fighter.

Prowl has felt the loss before, witnessed the death of his fellow Cybertronians in the Quintesson war, it was war after all. But the thought of losing Jazz in the middle of it, of cutting his already short lifespan—

His Tacnet, a blessing and a curse, had a folder of the data of Jazz's possible demise after every battle in percentages and possibility divergences. It's a folder that Prowl refused to acknowledge for longer than necessary and a part of him hated that it was necessary because it gave him ways to prevent any similar incident and ensure Jazz would continue to live but at the same time just reminded him just how fragile humans were.

If Prowl could have his way, he would spend that precious vorn with Jazz in peace. If Prowl could truly have his way, he'd find a way to extend Jazz's life beyond his species' expectancy.

But that is a path that might not sit well with Jazz. Jazz, who unintentionally distracts him from thinking more on it with his ridiculousness, his antics, actions, skills, words, music—

Primus the music.

Constant, be it from Jazz's mecha speakers, to Jazz's humming, to Jazz's rhythmic tapping of both flesh and metal digits or limbs, Jazz switching rhythms time and time again, slow, fast, alternating, Jazz's constant shifting, Jazz smiling at him from inside his mecha

Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz

Music in his audials as Jazz takes his servos in his mecha body, swinging him around in a familiar makeshift dance

Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz

Music sounding out as Jazz takes the tentacle of a Quintesson and twists

Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz

Music barely heard through the echoed screams of the underground tunnels as the Quintessons are trying to reach Primus' spark

Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz

The moment he stops hearing the music, is the moment he screams. "JAZZ!"

They've won.

The leader of the Quintessons, Quintessa (Jazz would mock their naming skills, Quintessa? Really?) had made one final battle against Cybertron. Trying to breach the planet's core, to reach Primus' very spark which lead everyone diving down into the planet to prevent such a thing from happening.

Quintessa is dead, he hears, but he does not care as he bounds towards his human partner. The mecha is down. The music has stopped.

Primus' spark pulses miles above him, shining down and softly lighting a scene from his grimmest of possibilities. A nightmare come to life. It's hauntingly beautiful and Prowl would scream at the spark of his god to stop if he wasn't so concerned about Jazz at the moment.

Jazz's mecha is splayed on blood-spilt ground, energon and Quintesson blood alike. It's staining the mecha's broken frame, one of his arms is missing, there are holes in the armor and one of his digitigrade legs is barely holding on, bent in ways it shouldn't be able to even in its unique shape.

He does not see red but that doesn't ease his worries at all because Jazz is inside the mecha, red would be inside the mecha. Please don't let there be red in the mecha don't let there be red in the mecha.

There's gasps somewhere behind Prowl as he pries open the mecha's chassis, trying to reach the cockpit and—

10o % R e D

There's a moment of white noise.

There's a body in his servos.

Still and limp.

Red dripping from his digits.

Prowl looks up to his creator's spark and screams.

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There is distress near its spark.

There is distress and violence near its spark once more.

Earlier, outsiders had come to it. Tried to harm it.

Familiar, unwelcomed.

Yet an outsider saved it. A different outsider than the ones that tried to attack it.

This one, welcomed, as it had echoes of one of its children's spark lingering by its own, strange spark. Though different, the outsider's spark was. Held in something much softer than protoform. Detached from its other outer hard frame

Curious.

It was not like the other outsiders, that much was clear.

But oh, this outsider has perished. So near to its spark.

That is troubling.

That is sad.

But the outsider's spark lingers, it can feel it. It can hear it.

AmIdead?IsthatProwlerohnoProwlerProwlerI'msorryI'msosorry

Faintly, in quiet, quick whispers.

ScrapProwlernodon't.Don'tshitohProwl

One of his children is in distress and its because of the outsider spark's old soft frame. So much smaller.

RedAlertdon'tyou'rejustgoingtoohfuckwowokayProwlerpunchedRedAlertthat'sohnoProwlerProwlerProwldon't

Its distressed child is fighting its other children now, unwilling to relinquish the old soft frame.

The outsider's spark is equally distressed and was trying to calm its child but could not do so. Because the outsider's small frame has perished, and its poor child could not see the outsider's spark.

LetgoofmeProwlI'msorryit'llit'llbeokayweknewourtimewasshortpleasepleaseProwl

What compassion, this outsider had for its child.

And what grief, its child had for this outsider.

S y m p a t h y

For the first time in a long, long time. It reached out.

Woahwhatthefuck

Its children freeze as it reached out to its grieving child.

Whatishappeningwhatohmygodwhyiswaitdidn'tProwlsaythatCybertron'scorewasPrimus?

The outsider knew its name, how lovely.

C o n f i r m a t i o n

I'mdeadandI'mtalkingtoProwler'sgodwhattheactualfuck

A m u s e m e n t

You'relaughingatmeIcanfeelitwaitwhatareyoudoingwithmymecha

Its child cries out, still holding on to the outsider's soft frame but reaching out to grab the outsider's hard frame in obvious concern. It lightly curls a tiny sliver around its child to gently admonish it.

It needed the hard frame.

HeyheywhatPrimusaliengodwhatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoingwaitwaitwait

Ever so gently, it grabbed the outsider's spark. So strange, so different from its spark and its children. Yet thankfully, similar enough.

IholyfuckIthinkIsawthisinamovieonceareyougoingtofuckingAvatarmewhatthehell

It does not understand the outsider's words, but it does feel the emotions whirling within the outsider's spark. Especially when it starts to fix the hard frame that once held its soft frame.

R e a s s u r a n c e H a p p i n e s s

Why

It guided the outsider's spark towards its child, frozen, still holding the outsider's soft frame. The empty vessel tucked close to it.

BecauseofProwler

So many emotions from this outsider spark, what a wonder it was to find that some outsiders were like its children. And not like other outsiders that tried to harm its children and itself.

Look, it finished fixing the hard frame.

H a p p i n e s s

Woahwoahwoahwaitdon'tIgetachoice?Whycan'tIcomebackasahuman?

It wanted its soft frame back? Curious. Unfortunately, it cannot do the same with its soft frame. Perhaps with its other extensions of itself, the Matrix, the Allspark, there would have been a chance.

But it, itself, cannot use the soft frame.

Besides, there was a perfectly good hard frame right there.

And it is a very wonderful hard frame, very creative! It approves of its design.

Aliengodlikesmymechathat'sgreatnowaitfocus

Time to go, outsider spark.

Huhwhatnowait

Be happy with its child.

Primusholdup

It pulled the outsider's spark into the hard frame, watching as it settled into the hard frame almost immediately.

C o n t e n t

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Jazz felt disoriented as he landed on his feet. Feeling each joint of his legs as he staggered in place but managed to keep balance. "Fucking hell." Jazz groaned, reaching up to rub at his helmet, feeling the smooth metal under his fingertips.

Wait.

Hold the fuck up.

"... Jazz?"

Jazz's head snapped up to see- Prowler. His Prowler standing there with a tear-streaked faceplate of wide-eyed(optic) shock. His own eyes blink (???) as his gaze goes down to Prowl's hands and-

That's his body.

That's his human body in Prowl's hands.

Servos.

What the fuck.

Jazz looks down to his body and- it's his mecha. He's in his mecha but he's not- his hands fly up to his face.

No visor.

Soft metal, just like Prowl's faceplate and-

"Jazz!"

Oop, no time to think! Armfull of Prowler who is still holding on to his dead human body what the fuck.

Instinctively, he wraps his hands around Prowl, dumbfounded and in shock as he tries to process everything. He sees the other Cybertronians, Red Alert chief among them, hesitantly stepping forward.

Jazz looks at them. Then at Prowl. Then at Primus. Then back down to Prowl.

"... I think your god likes me."

Prowl makes a strangled noise that was half a laugh and a sob, "You don't say."

There's a breakdown waiting to happen for Jazz, he's pretty sure.

For the moment though, he's just glad to be able to hug Prowl again.

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say hi to jazz! he's alive again!

primus ships jazzprowl, spread the word

but yeah definitely self indulgent.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[mmso-notlikethat]

and cut! and they lived happily ever after, bye

the only single scene I liked of that horrible thing

[doodlebloo]

It's been talked about to death and back but. JSchlatt joining the DSMP, only ever logging on for lore purposes, playing a fan fucking tastic villain that was an absolute joy to watch on screen, equal parts menacing/intimidating and goofy, completely stealing the show and perfectly matching the silly-but-serious energy of the lore up to that point, doing that for 1 season that I still think is one of the most impossibly coherent and thematically powerful pieces of roleplay media to date, and then having his character die after he'd run his course and never logging on again. was completely fucking legendary. He knew exactly what he needed to do and he did it flawlessly then left.

[mooneggtarts]

Finally now that I got this outta my system but yeah it's somewhat like this is how I imagine the dynamic Orange and his power are if they're like.. subconciously 2 different characters wkfbsb

This ties with the last post

[fisherrprince]

mmmmmooorrreeee balop

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[ryssbelle]

Had a silly dream where JD and Floyd came back to the troll tree before the last trollstice but after singing killed their grandma and decided to doodle and expand upon it a bit

Clay never left the tree but was too scared to return to the families pod since he didn’t want things to go back to how they were before, he did try to find his brothers during the escape but got separated by the cave in.

John Dory was the one to find Clay and see him get caught by the cave in, when he came out of the tunnel without Clay and holding his wristband they all just assumed he was dead. Even so JD still searches for Clay with the hope that he might’ve escaped and is alive out there.

They know Bruce is alive but after JD got the post card he assumed Bruce didn’t want to be found

Some more doodles that kind of show their dynamic

Also-

JD always brings home souvenirs for the brothers both as an apology for being gone for so long and also because of this:

[corviiids]

i think L should've tried harder to piss light off. provoking light into slipping up would not only be hilarious i also think it would be extremely easy and effective. not saying you could get light to actually confess this way, but he would definitely make more dumb mistakes if, for example, L kept interrupting their homoerotic brain chess matches to insist that kira is actually matsuda because the butts match

[cubbihue]

Does Chloe still exist in ur au?

She does! I've kept core parts of her personality, but retconned massive chunks of her history with Timmy.

Chloe never got fairies, and never shared them with Timmy. But she was his neighbor! They used to play a lot as children, but one day, Chloe wasn't allowed back at the Turner's house.

As a grownup, Chloe's a social worker! She's usually the Go-To person selected by the state to handle difficult public cases involving children. As in: cases involving celebrities, important figures, or the such where the child's identity is at risk to the public. She's an expert at keeping their life secret and away from social media.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[brainrotcharacters]

wade is simultaneously the sort of partner that'd hype logan up as he's making his way through a killing field, but also bombastic side eye him that his body count is rising farther compared to deadpool's in real time

[wormzandgutz]

I'm a better character designer than the entirety of the overwatch team /joke

[rosa-maltz]

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

This is a collab I did with my friend @loppiopio when we were fanfic book clubing "A Cheap Imitation" back in 2023 man, good times good times

Linking the fic here in case anyone is curious

[noodles-and-tea]

Pink joycons to match the pink ds that he definitely has

[lunatheskier]

big fucking fan of how Sam Vimes has first sight and second and occasionally third thoughts

[milimeters-morales]

Pavitr definitely told his Maya Aunty about Miles’s embarrassing mistake btw trust me