#AutobotJazzWeek

[autobotjazzweek]

Hey there all you Autobots, Decepticons, Neutrals and others! The moment you've all been waiting for is here!

It's the 2025 Jazz Week prompt list!

Remember, Jazz Week is all ages, all ratings and all types of creative works! Create freely and tag appropriately (during posting in July) and have fun! See you July 20th!

[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.

[roxsas]

Autobot Jazz Week! day 1: Behind the Visor

i like to believe that jazz's eyes look like starlight! 💙

[autobot2001]

A Good Time

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: None Description: Jazz and friends have a fun night at a karaoke bar.

@autobotjazzweek day 1; morror & forgotten. Day 2; singing and dancing Unfortunately, this is all I could write for the week. I plan on finishing the prompts next week.

Jazz’s holoform stares in the mirror in the bathroom. Jazz thinks about the Autobots’ time on Earth. Seventeen years on a planet he and many Autobots call home. Every Autobot knows Cybertron is being rebuilt, and they’ll have to decide if they’re going home or staying on Earth. “Jazz?” Blaster’s voice gets him out of his thoughts. “Huh?” “Have you forgotten about the plan for tonight? Several of the mechs are going to join us in karaoke.” Jazz realizes it’s about time to leave, and he’s not ready. “Yeah, how did we convince our friends to join us?” “You know many of them hang out at Swerve’s bar here.” “I mean karaoke. I can only picture Sideswipe doing karaoke.” “This should be fun.”

Blaster and Jazz meet their friends in a karaoke room at the bar. More friends than Blaster and Jazz thought wait for them. The room is full with eight holoforms and their human friend, Jamie. Lightning and Jamie’s presence here is not an issue since this wasn’t a mech night. The friends go to the bar. Drift, Lightning, and Sunstreaker decide to get one drink to ensure there are enough designated drivers. Unless Blaster and Jazz drink excessively, Ironhide may have to retrieve them and tow their alt modes to the base. 

“Jamie is drinking?” Sideswipe asks. “If you count milk with a little Kahlúa.” “Kahlúa contains twenty percent alcohol, ma’am,” the bartender says. “So she is drinking,” Sideswipe smiles. The friends return to the karaoke room.

Dancing occurs whenever someone sings in the spacious karaoke room. No one can blame the alcohol yet. It’s a fun half-hour. While everyone is having fun, they agree it’s time to return to the N.E.S.T. base after one last song. “Crazy, Crazy Nights,” Jazz says While everyone doesn’t like rock and roll, thanks to Jamie, everyone knows the song by KISS. Jazz and Blaster knew they’d sing together, but everyone joined in. A few humans couldn’t resist checking out the party going on. Which the friends didn’t expect. They stick to the plan and go home. Already talking about returning next weekend.

[breakdowns-spare-tire]

Day 5~

20 min doodle turned out so fkn cute idk how I managed

[benadrylcandlewhack]

Day 1 of Jazz Week 2023! I chose the 'Behind the Visor' prompt :] (inspired by an actual dream my friend had)

Also this is Jazz in my AU, he's legally blind and he can't really see without his visor

[that-glitter-chick]

Autobot Jazz Week day two! Prompt, “Communications Blackout”. Song “I Just Called To Say I Love You” by Mr. Stevie Wonder

Ficlit: Moral Boost

Prowl wanted to be mad, should be mad, but he couldn’t even manage to pretend to the emotion. Relief washed over him as his Spark seemed to unclench and he exvented a cooling cycle he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

“Jazz,” he sighed, at least managing to sound exasperated “There’s a communications blackout for a reason. You’re putting your entire team at risk!”

His Conjunx Endura smiled in that charming slow and lazy way that was so uniquely him. “Nah darlin’,” the Master Spy practically purred “mission’s over and we’ve been in Autobot space for three mega cycles now. We’re safe, I promise. Just couldn’t wait to give you the good news even a nanoclick later than absolutely possible.”

The Chief Security Officer allowed himself to smile faintly back at his mate. That was Jazz in a nutshell, so loving and thoughtful. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting by the Comm at every available opportunity.” He smirked in self deprecation “I took my breaks in here, did my reports on a portable datapad, drove everyone who’s had monitor duty absolutely nuts I’m sure.”

“Well yeah, I wanted you to know we were safe as soon as I could but…” Jazz suddenly looked sheepish, very unnatural for one of his gregarious personality.

Prowl raised an eye ridge, weary and suspicious in response. “Jazz…” his tone warned he would broke no nonsense.

“Just couldn’t wait to tell you, from the both of us, Happy Sire’s day, we love you.” The Music-smith grinned brighter than Earth’s sun.

“Wha… That makes no sense! Why would you wish me that? We don’t have a sparkling yet, you goofball.” The Autobot CSO’s mate just kept smiling at him, as the reality slowly made its way through his processor. ‘From the BOTH of US’. ‘WE love you.’

“Oh Primus…” Prowl whispered, his optics fogging over with joyful coolant tears as a huge grin erupted across his face plates. He reached out to touch where his Conjunx was holding his own servo to the screen. “Hurry home.” He managed to gulp past the lump that suddenly had appeared in his volcalizer. “I can hardly wait to hold you… both of you.”

[unicrons-chaos]

Day one of Jazz Week! Behind the visor!

[eeriansadowtwopointoh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jazz & Mirage Characters: Jazz (Transformers), Mirage (Transformers) Additional Tags: jazz week 2024, Friendship, Fluff, Post-War Series: Part 4 of Jazz Week 2024, Part 8 of Sudden Art AU Summary:

Long, long ago something precious was stolen from Jazz.

attn @autobotjazzweek

[postapocalyptic-cryptic]

@autobotjazzweek day one! “Behind the visor.” Even though it’s humanformers, I hope the part that fits the prompt got across

Jazz sinks down into Soundwave’s couch with a sigh. As soon as she’s done getting comfortable, Ravage is on her, smelling her face and hair carefully before settling down in her lap to knead the blanket and, wherever they’re uncovered, Jazz’s thighs. Jazz pets him, gives him a scritch under the chin, and he starts to purr. She smiles.

Soundwave comes into the living room carrying the two promised mugs of tea. They set them on the coffee table before leaning down and taking Jazz’s face in both hands. She closes her eyes and lets them pull her into a quick, gentle kiss. They take a moment after to run their thumbs along the dark circles she knows are under her eyes. She opens them to see Soundwave’s default blank expression, worry betrayed by the tiny line between their eyebrows.

“Jazz: works too hard,” they admonish. “Soundwave does not enjoy seeing you like this.”

The couch sinks a bit under Soundwave’s weight, drawing them together. Jazz leans against Soundwave’s shoulder and closes her eyes again. She’s tired, and the warmth and familiarity of Soundwave’s apartment isn’t helping. “Mm.”

“University: second to health, happiness. Second to taking care of yourself.” Soundwave puts a hand on the side of her head. They draw her closer and scratch lightly at her scalp as she buries her face in their sweater, breathing in the scent of them and letting the last thoughts of deadlines and theses and unbalanced equations and glitching code slip from her mind. Ravage purrs louder.

Before she knows it, she’s falling asleep to the tune of the circles drawn on her scalp and Soundwave’s soft, steady breathing. It’s nice here, in their apartment. Safe, and no one ever demands anything of her. There is no guilt in falling asleep on Soundwave’s shoulder. She’s not missing anything that can’t be fixed by remaking her cup of tea later. Maybe Soundwave had the right idea with the whole not going to university thing. They certainly seem calmer than Jazz.

“No more thinking,” Soundwave says into Jazz’s hair. “Jazz: go to sleep.”

“Roger that,” she murmurs.

[they-hermes]

i heard it was jazz week @autobotjazzweek and immediately this image teleported directly into my brain this was all i could think of and i had to make it a reality, ill follow the prompt for tomorrow but for today i gift you this

[autobotjazzweek]

Jazz Week 2024 Prompts Are Here!

Greetings Autobots, Decepticons, and Cool Cats of all other persuasions! We know you've been waiting almost a year for this, so without further ado here are the prompts for Jazz Week 2024!

July 14: Mirrors / Forgotten July 15: Singing and Dancing / Under Pressure July 16: Secrets / Street Urchin July 17: Remedy / Snipers July 18: Vampires / Hiding in Plain Sight July 19: Once in a Lifetime / Magic July 20: Creator’s Choice

Thanks again to Aristiana for our graphics this year!

[v-exian]

July 19: Magic for Jazz Week 👀👀 @autobotjazzweek

[arseniccattails]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jazz/Prowl (Transformers)

Characters: Jazz (Transformers), Ravage (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers)

Additional Tags: First Dates, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Familiars, (which Jazz does not have but Soundwave does), No Cybertronian Civil War, Jazz is a magical nuke but he's basically just hangin out

Summary:

Jazz has a date—only problem is, he has to step on toeboxes to get there.

( @autobotjazzweek )

[autobot2001]

An Unexpected Situation

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: T Warning: Evidence of abuse Pairing: None Description: On his way to a dance club, Jazz finds a youngling. He takes them to the medbay rather than a hospital due to the mech's fear. He and the medics uncover concerning details.

@autobotjazzweek day 3; streeet urchan This might be an idea for a story. I already had Jazz meet another human in my story, The Holiday Killer, that I plan on bringing back...eventually. Curse having too many ideas. 😆

Jazz walks down the street to the dance club. Instead of walking an hour, he would drive most of the way, parking his alt mode and walking the last ten minutes. Walking by an alleyway, he hears trash lids dropping onto the concrete. Jazz doesn't think it's a cat. He enters the alleyway, unaware of a youngling searching through the trash. "Hey, kid," the boy looks at Jazz, who is alarmed by how filthy the youngling is. Believing it's not because he's going through the trash, "what are you doing?" The youngling doesn't answer. They get out of the trash bin. Jazz can't believe what he's seeing. Aside from the filthy clothes, the youngling is thin. Jazz gets out his phone. "Ratchet, I'm bringing a youngling to the base. I know the human hospital is an option, but—." "I could meet you at the hospital, but sure, bring them here." Jazz ends the call "Hey, kid, my name is Jazz. I can take you somewhere safe, and you can get clean clothes and food." The mechling hesitates to go with Jazz but agrees, hoping Jazz doesn't call the police.

Ratchet couldn't believe the state of the youngling as the youngling and Jazz walked through the doors from his ambulance bay to the medbay. It's clear to the medic that the youngling needs a bath. He needs to check for injuries that must be taken care of first. Jolt, Jasmine, and Ratchet are accustomed to handling a quiet patient but are concerned about this youngling's silence. "He wouldn't talk to me either," Jazz tells them. Things are more grim as the boy's clothes are taken off. Bruises are all over his body. The medics don't find any cuts, but Ratchet wants to take X-rays. The youngling is afraid to get the X-rays done but relaxes quickly.

Jazz can view X-rays with Jolt and Ratchet while Jasmine bathes the youngling. "I think he'll like the jets," Ratchet jokes. The three mechs smile until Ratchet puts the X-ray on the X-ray viewer. The improperly healed ribs are obvious, "I don't think this kid was choosing an odd activity for fun."

Ratchet has the youngling stay in the ICU room across from his office. This is to help him feel safe. Jazz sits beside the bed, watching the mech, who is afraid to get an IV put in for fluids. I don't think this is the typical youngling afraid of needles. Jazz believes. Once Ratchet is done and the infusion begins, he gives the boy applesauce and a spoon. "I know you're hungry, but it's safer to start with this, and I want you to go to sleep." The youngling nods and takes the items, and Ratchet leaves the room. Jazz desires the mech to communicate, yet he lacks knowledge of how to do so because of the mech's fear. Jazz stays until the youngling is asleep, relieved that he didn't take long after eating to fall asleep.

Jazz is back in the medbay early the next morning with Ratchet. The youngling still won't talk. Instead, he nods to answer Ratchet's question if he likes pancakes. Optimus and Prowl's holoform arrive before Jazz can leave. The youngling panics. "No," he says. "You're safe, kid," Jazz assures him. "I just want to ask what happened. Why were you in the alleyway," Prowl explains. The four mechs are confirmed in their suspicions: the youngling has been abused and ran away from home a week ago. The youngling won't say his name but gives his address. The four mechs leave the room. Rung waits in the hallway.

"We have enough evidence to forbid his parents from going near him," Prowl argues. "He doesn't feel safe anywhere. I think letting him stay here for a while is wise," Rung advises. "Agreed, Jazz, you will be the boy's guardian," Optimus decides. "Yes, sir." Jazz is relieved to avoid arguing with his leader about being the mechling's guardian. Everyone hopes the boy will feel safe and start talking. Prowl can find his name, but everyone wants him to tell them. "He'll be staying here for a few days," Ratchet tells them, "until I know he can eat without a problem. He's underweight, but it's not severe."

Jazz tells the youngling he'll be his guardian, explaining what that is and that he's safe before making the pancakes the youngling wants.

[breakdowns-spare-tire]

My contribution to Jazz week

I’m in the middle of moving but I wanted to participate so have this 10 min scribble 🫡