✿ - Sex headcanon ☠ - angry/violent headcanon☆ - happy headcanon★ - sad headcanon☾ - sleep headcanon foooor Jazz?
Jazz? my boy!!! So I actually have a lot of various, contradictory headcanon’s about Jazz. Imo, he is very good at changing himself to fit in and tends to mold himself to what a person wants/needs/vibes with (in a relationship or in the Autobots lmao whoops)
✿ - Sex headcanon - I actually see Jazz as ace and demi. He sees sex as fun sure, but he has no real desire for it? He mostly does it because it either makes his partner happy, helps him fit in, or, usually, helps him get intel. He really treats it like a tool and focuses more on what sex can accomplish than the act itself.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon - Jazz is very aware of his status in the army, his position (always as ops head, usually in command), and the image he projects to the army; morale officer, the peoples officer, someone the crew can come to and trust, etc. So he tries his best to put that front on at any given moment. But also if he gets to that point, it is scary.
He gets quiet, his field gets totally empty, and he really enunciates his words with the most fake, polite smile you will ever see. If he goes beyond that, it usually leads to carnage and Jazz either leaves or has to redirect himself (if anything, the very deadly head of ops losing their temper is not something to take lightly). If you see him with a totally upright posture, hands at his sides and his face neutral, it is Bad.
Also he’s a jerk and he hides his temper too well; he acts the same as if he’s a 12/100 or a 99/100. He doesnt tend to give warning signs unless you specifically know how to look for them, or if the news is bad enough, you can kinda figure it out. But outside of that, he does have a pretty even temperament and can talk himself down; a lot of stuff rolls off his back.
☆ - happy headcanon - Jazz is utterly fascinated and in love with pieces like Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture. Taking actual weapons of war and destruction and making it, and the symbol of war and death, into something new and beautiful and music? It’s astoundingly creative to him and it’s one reason he’s so infatuated with humans.
★ - sad headcanon - I have so many but uh. Jazz never gets over a lot of his trauma. He didn’t expect to even survive and he’s at a total loss on what to do. He absolutely sees himself as a tool for the Autobots and he has no real plans for after war.
☾ - sleep headcanon - Jazz naps a lot more than he gets into real rem, bc they’re robots he spaces it out and it’s not great for you but what are you gonna do about it lmao? He tends to sleep light and wake up every now and then to do a passive scan before passing back out. He’s also good at taking micro-naps that refresh his system, such as in meetings. (depending on who’s talking, the naps can be a bit more nappy and a bit less micro).
Elsewise, Jazz tends to sleep in his office or with Mirage and other ops mechs more than his bed.
tbh maple, u probably expected the way i went and interpreted this bc u know howI writelmao.
also fun fact, this is one of the few times ive ever written jazz. And one of the first times for Mirage too
If there was something Jazz could say about Prowl, it wasthat the mech had a clear voice; honed from years of meetings and battles, itwas stern, resolute, and strong. It was a voice that needed to be heard, demanded to be heard and it showed. Andpersonally, Jazz usually thought it had a nice timbre to it. Usually was the keyword because rightnow, Jazz couldn’t think of a more annoying voice on this side of Cybertron.
“1.4 meters, Jazz”
Jazz knew that. Heknew it the first time and he still knew it the next 4 times Prowl had said it.The mech was like clockwork and the ops agent would bet he’d hear from him inanother quarter groon. The worst part was Prowl was right, and if he had saidit 5 times now then Jazz had been loitering for over a groon, If he was in abetter mood, he’d appreciate the calm collected tone but right now, it justfelt mocking.
Instead of responding, even in his own processor, he forcedhis visor into a hard reboot. The result was the same mix of polygons andstatic. He didn’t waste the energy to frown, self-repair had gotten around to hisvisor yet and there was no point of laminating about it.
Jazz took a preliminary scan of the area; same as the lastfew groons. His energon levels were below 30% but if he played his cards right,he’d get out and to the checkpoint with over 10%. Mirage should have extractionrations and he should be back in Ratchet’s care along the top 40 before hecould Strut.
Jazz snickered to himself and activated his ops mags. In asingle quick motion, he dropped from his alcove and landed in a quick roll. Hepushed himself flush against the wall and dismissed the alerts scrolling acrosshis hud; they were glitched and corrupted anyway.
He couldn’t hear anyone outside the door, but apparently thebots needed to boost their intel because seemingly every room on the Nemesishad new fancy dampeners. He couldn’t even hear his own magnets buzzing in hisarmor. But no one came in, so as long as he was moving as quiet as Mirage, Jazzwould worry the rest later.
“Good job, Jazz. It will be 1.4 meters”
If his visor wasn’t broken, Jazz would’ve rolled his optics.Yea, 1.4 meters. When he got back he soneeded to update Prowl on extraction protocols, 1.4 meters wasn’t helpfulwithout a direction. Jazz manually cleared the thought form his processor andfocused on the door; get out now, yell at Prowl later.
The next few minutes were a haze in Jazz’s processor, withthe cons dampeners, every step doubled in time and his own reserves seemed todrain twice as fast. He barely made it a meter before his reserves dropped to21%. Cursing, he cut the mags; his shoulder buckled and Jazz stumbled against thewall. Frag.
He took a shaky vent and pushed himself forward, it was afork in the road-
“Jazz, continue on the left.”
Jazz went left.
The hallway was quiet, filled with the occasional room, thoJazz couldn’t make out any numbers or designations on the doors. He kept hisbad shoulder against the wall as he stumbled down the corridor, it was beyondquiet. Too quiet. Too empty. He couldn’t even hear his shoulder, even if hecould feel the grinding parts with each step. A vibration under his peds wasthe only alert something was wrong. Instantly, he threw himself backwards tothe nearest door. It opened easily and the smell of iodine hit him.
He jostled himself back into the closet and slammed the doorclosed. It was a cramped fit, but his fingers only found empty shelves.Something was wet, but his processor was too fragmented to identify it. Thevibrations continued on seemingly forever and unwillingly, Jazz leaned into thecabinets.
As with usual for Prowl, he had the best and worst timing.
“Jazz, continue on this corridor for 9 meters. Mirage iswaiting at the extraction point.”
Which Jazz knew,because he was the one who wrote and signed Mirage’s papers. He couldn’t feelthe vibrations, he pushed forward.
“Jazz, Mirage is-“
Jazz tuned him out and limped forward. Besides the previousmechs, the corridor was abandoned, it lacked the hustle and bustle of base. Itwas an emergency hatch for flooding and ever since the cons crash landing parttwo, it was usually as busy as main hall. It was beyond suspicious, but Jazzdidn’t have the energy to worry about it. Either way, it was a new level ofparanoia to dampen a place like this.
“Jazz, Mirage.”
Mirage? Mirage what? That wasn’t even a-
“Commander?!”
The word was whispered, far too close and jazz’s optics’darted to the left. Other than the fractal shape of doors, he was still runningon echo.
“…’Raj?” He sounded like slag but he didn’t have the energy to waste of apologizing for it.There was no reason for Mirage to be here, Jazz’s chrono was broken, but hewasn’t running that late. Mirage should’vebeen a cyber-mile out, safe at the site. Not in the base with him.
A hand shifted his way under his shoulder but Jazz didn’tlet the spy take his weight.
“Sitrep”
Mirage tapped Jazz’s ankle twice and moved to take more ofhis weight. Jazz let him as Mirage picked up a fast pace to the hatch. Hestumbled twice, but forced himself to keep up.
“You did not return to the Landing Zone and I came toextract you. Comms attempts failed and thus”, Mirage took the lull to hike themech further up his side, “I took the liberty to assume you were compromised.”
Jazz laughed, happy to have Mirage take the lead. Another notificationflashed on his screen and he dismissed it.
“Ain’t sure if I’d use compromised.”
Mirage didn’t respond.
Instead his grip tightened and he hurried forward. Jazzalmost wanted to tell him to slow down, his peds were getting tangled underhim. Instead he just focused on one step at a time.
“The extraction point is a kilo after we reach land.” Jazzfrowned, a kilo was way too close, what was he thinking- but the mech didn’t allow him to respond. “Ratchet hasbeen alerted and is on his way. Hound is running interference outside to keepus under sight. Thankfully, our intel was correct and the bombs you set off starteda chain reaction due to the expanse of crude oil the Deceptions stole.”
They reached the ramp and no sooner did Jazz feel the offvibrations. Hound and his holomatter.
“Ratchet? But what about Prowl.”
Mirage’s grip on his waist tightened.
“Commander, your emergency operations protocols have been initiated.You are heavily damaged, I went to find you and I did not expect you to havemade your way so close to the exit. Currently, your audials are offline as well as your long-distance comms; wehave been communicating through short-range frequency after I connected to your signal in thepassage. Ratchet was called when youdid not check in after the emergency mark.”
The floodgates open and Jazz tripped. More alerts scrolledby him and Jazz suddenly realized he couldn’t tell primary notices fromsecondary. They were out of the ship, but it was still silent. He could feelHound’s EM field, but couldn’t feel him; it was stretched out so Jazz wouldn’tstartle. He felt the ground vibrate and another hand grabbed his good shoulder.It slunk down to his waist and Jazz was relived to no longer support himself.
“Prowl?”“Both Prime and Prowl will be alerted when we reach base. The mission was a success.”
But…
Jazz’s helm hurt, the world was dizzy and what Mirage saidmade no sense, but Mirage wouldn’t lie. Another alert popped up on his hud, hecouldn’t read the words but he mostly recognized the symbol.
“Hey ‘raj, you think Ratchet or you have extra reserves. I’mpulling the top 5 right now”
He felt the scampering before anything else; heavy steps andquick treads. The field hit him like a bomb, the second one for today: Ratchet.Jazz barely managed a smile before he knew nothing else.
hi so i ship jazzscream now so have this bc im not gonna finish it probably lmao
"The utter ridiculous of it, honestly! How some mechs function with so little diodes, I'll never know-" Jazz didn't bother to respond and instead reached around and grabbed Starscream's robo-Frappuccino. It was so sweet that it blanked out his chemo receptors and Jazz's nose squished up at the taste. Starscream gave him a dirty look and Jazz took another sip. He was trying for a third when his-not-drink was snatched out of his hands.
It was instantly replaced with something equally as cold and thick as sludge; Jazz took a cherry sip. His receptors were still blanked out and scattered to the winds and it tasted like nothing. He frowned and Starscream shot him a victorious look. Jazz just stared over the drink lid and stuck his tongue out. He could vaguely see it was tinted red and Starscream's cheeks puffed, Jazz grinned behind his cup; worth it.
"I'm just impressed that you think that Skywarp even has one diode."
Starscream scoffed and waved his arm in a dismissive motion.
"His teleportation system is more complicated than one would expect. However, if he could apply those diodes to other endeavors, then maybe he would be more cognizant than a scraplet more than 10% of the time."
In a single motion, Starscream used his still waving arm to grab Jazz's drink. He took a large sip, and Jazz gawped as that 'sip' was a fifth of his drink.
"And really, your taste is atrocious." Jazz snatched his cup back and took a tiny, pity sip in response. Although, much to his delight, his sensors were up and running and he took a longer, less pitiful cheery slurp.
"Says the mech with the taste receptors of a sparkling!"
“A Sparkling!? You dare- have you even seen what you’re drinking?”
“so to start,” san d prowl, who was drowned out by a chorus of coos as a distinct set of white and royal blue servos passed a sparkling to jazz’s lap
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.
“so to start,” san d prowl, who was drowned out by a chorus of coos as a distinct set of white and royal blue servos passed a sparkling to jazz’s lap
As predicted, Jazz’s attention diverted instantly. The operative’s em field grew in a flash in a clear juxtaposition to Jazz’s normal carefully casual control and Prowl twitched.
“So to start-“
Skyrise whined and Prowl had the dismissive thought that the sparkling was already getting spoiled, nonetheless, the sparkling obviously got what he wanted when his creator gave a low coo and bounced him up and down.
“Wow, Prowler, repeating yourself already?” Jazz’s tone was multi-layered, it held that special level of complicated that only Jazz could have and that Jazz only had around Prowl; and as usual, the mystery slid away from Prowl’s processor as he scowled at that unrepentant grin.
“Therefore, I must assume that you two are either idiots who do not understand the utter magnitude of what you have done or saboteurs with the aim of destroying Autobot intelligence.” Prowl’s voice was cold, his glyphs were sharp and angry, so weirdly not-Prowl and Sideswipe swallowed roughly as shame crawled up his throat.
a phyrric victory (2086 words) by Peruse
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Original Sparkling Characters (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Mech Preg (Transformers), Implied Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Public Humiliation, Transformer Sparklings, Carrier Rodimus, Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Needs A Hug, Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Has Issues, Slut Shaming, Angst, Shame, rodimus has postpartum depression, Birth
Series: Part 2 of These actions will have consequences
Summary:
Rodimus would know if he interfaced with anyone, okay. He knows he didn't, but that doesn't change the fact that there's a sparkling growing in him. He knows how, but he doesn't want to think about it and that's not healthy, but whatever. He's just so sick of everyone laughing at him and arguing with him and judging him and - he'll deal with it himself.
aka, Rodimus gets sparked, knows he hasn't interfaced, but knows who the sire is and is so so so sick of people judging him for choices he couldn't make. Even as the sparkling refuses to come out. And even when he does, Rodimus' shameful secret gets out too
Hi I wrote this, please read it so I can talk about Pyrric the sparkling thanks, hes so cute i love him so much
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Skywarp & Starscream & Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp/Starscream/Thundercracker (Transformers)
Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Seeker Trines, rip in peace skywarp lmao, tired grad student starscream, starscream/sleep, Secret Solenoid
Summary:
“Why are you two here? I’m busy.”
“You haven’t been out in a week, Star.” Thundercracker said.
“It couldn’t have been a week that’s – Starscream blinked into the air, looked away, and then focused on his desk to pick up his stylus, “well, I am a busy mech, Thundercracker. I have many duties, as you know. Your point is?”
“My point is that you need to get some energon and recharge.”
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Thundercracker and Skywarp haven't seen Starscream in a week and they miss him, they just have to get him out of his lab first.
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my @secretsolenoid gift for @chaoswolf12! The prompt was “ TC and Warp wrangling Starscream into a bit of trine time, bonus if it's fluff, extra bonus if Soundwave or the other fliers are in on it. Potentially NSFW. Continuity optional XD”
Jazz and soundwave - Dance
It was a familiar dance, if he could be poetic enough to say.
Soundwave wasn’t Megaton; would never compare against his strong words and determined tone. But Jazz always seemed to bring that out of him.
Either way, Soundwave shunted the thought from his processor and skidded to a stop in the Comms Control Room. Now was not the time for self-reflecting. Much to his disappointment, though thoroughly unsurprised, the main monitor was blacked out and sparking; a quick ping showed the entire system had crashed. No doubt the Autobot had come through here already.
Without hesitation, Soundwave unspooled a wire and plugged it into the main console. The question wasn’t whether there was a virus but instead on how best to combat the virus. Instantly, alerts flashed on his hud as his firewalls were barraged again and again. Soundwave was unaffected. For all of his nature, Jazz could be so predictable.
The Autobot wasn’t a hacker, Jazz tended to make his virus’ out of the same base. It didn’t take long, it never did; the Autobot’s speed and adaptability always led to his code being fractured and splintered. Within half a breem, Soundwave took control and force-started the console. The system jumped up as eager as ever and he dove into the cameras.
He couldn’t see anything. Soundwave dove deeper into the Nemeisis’ systems and pinged ravage. After a klick, he received a negative.
Command: pursue
Without hesitation, Soundwave watched Ravage tear herself out of the vent and down to the airlock.
Turning away from his cassette, Soundwave went back to rebooting and initializing the mainframe. Jazz’s path had indicated that he had focused more on Starscream’s lab and only made a brief pass through the comms center. While the computer was indicating that it had a harsh, emergency shutdown Jazz didn’t always take intel; instead he preferred to act as a nuisance.
Either way, Soundwave found it reassuring to see that none of the files were touched; though apparently whoever was last on monitor duty had lost their game of solitaire. A quick check showed it was one of the reflector components and Soundwave made a note of it.
Eventually Ravage returned, slinking across his ankles with a rough huff. Soundwave reached out, caressing her helm. The same song, the same dance.
The battle alert a joor later almost felt on schedule.
