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How We Met - Part 1 - Swing and a Miss

How We Met - Part 2 - That Escalated Quickly

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#jesus christ this is obscene

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"Megatron - Mmph! — darthrose"

It happened so fast that Megatron almost missed it.  There was a lot of contact in the middle of battle, and it was not the first time that he’d gotten tackled by Prime’s head of spec ops.  Mostly what he registered was Jazz’s helm slamming into his own as Devastator’s backhand was turned into a credible tackle that ended with Jazz wrapped around Megatron’s head and shoulders.  

"Hey, there," Jazz said, his voice unusually close and intimate in the suddenly close confines between them.  "Y’sure ya don’t wanna surrender?"

Then Megatron was able to fight Jazz’s leglock enough to aim his cannon, and Jazz tumbled away, laughing and cartwheeling back into the fray.

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"Arthur - Drink Me
— darthrose"

"Don’t try to stop me," Arthur said, leveling the finger that was not holding the Jack Daniels at Jazz.

"Why would I do that?"  Jazz pulled out a tiny cube of the highest grade he had.

"Is this a fixers-only party, or can anyone join in?" Eames asked, sitting down with his own bottle.

"Fixers only," Arthur said, squinting a glare at Eames.  "YOU almost got me killed today.  HE saved my ass."

"Darling," Eames said, "if I’d HAD wheels, I would have whisked you out of danger as well, believe me.  Do I not get any points for nearly taking a…what was that, laser?…for you when we were discovered?"

Arthur sniffed and tossed back another shot.

Eames sighed.  ”I am hurt.  Truly, I am.”

Jazz patted his back, gently, in sympathy.

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"Swindle - “Graveyard”
— obfuscobble"

oh gawrsh, I don’t know much Swindle, and I know even less about S3, but I’ll give it a go!  ^_^;;

———-

Jazz shook his helm and sighed.  ”You never did know when to cut your losses, mech.  Damn shame.”

He stood up, patting what remained of Swindle’s shoulder, what between Metroplex and the missiles the humans had thrown in for good measure.  

Jazz sighed again and got to work.  There was a lot of Bruticus pieces to clean up before the humans got any bright ideas about trying to reverse-engineer Cybertronian combiner technology.

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"Ironhide - Drunken Mistakes
— darthrose"

*cracks knuckles*

—-

Ironhide woke to something on his chest.  He onlined an optic and immediately wished he hadn’t.  There was entirely too much light in the universe.  

There was also a Jazz on his chest.  A Jazz with his chestplates retracted.  On top of Ironhide’s own retracted chestplates.  There was kind of a lot of spark contact going on.

Well.  

Jazz stirred.  ”Whatheoh.  Hmm….”  Then, because he was Jazz and it was a thing that Jazz would DO rather than something REASONABLE like oh, pulling AWAY, Ironhide hissed as a jolt of energy zinged its way up from his spark to the rest of his circuits.

"Well, then," Jazz said, making absolutely no effort to get away at all and, in fact, sprawling a bit closer and batting his optics (actual optics, Primus only knew where Jazz’s visor had gotten to) up at Ironhide.  "Don’t worry.  I still respect ya, Hide."  He beamed.  "So!  What’re we gonna tell Chromia?  I vote for ‘come on in, the sparkbond is fine…’"

Ironhide sighed.  He supposed things could be worse.

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I find it very annoying

bibliotecaria-d:

that I cannot send asks/submits/fan mail to people I don’t follow. This is a “doesn’t follow” Tumblr because it’s about fanfic. -_-

Therefore, White Aster? If you read this, I challenge thee:

Gears - “Cuddles”

Oh, Tumblr.  *le sigh*  But here you go!  :)

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"Hi!"

"GAH!"  Gears nearly put a laserbolt through the head of spec-ops’ head.  "PRIMUS ON A POGO STICK, JAZZ.  What, are you TRYING to get shot?"

"Not currently," Jazz said, leaning against the wall next to the shelf Gears was inventorying.

Gears waited a long moment, but Jazz just kinda…watched him.  ”…what?  Whaddaya want?”

Jazz grinned.  Gears was suspicious.  ”Ya know what today is?”  Jazz asked.

"…Thursday?"

"Nooooo…"

"Uh…yeeeeess?"  Gears shoved three cans of fuel stabilizer back on the shelf.  "Seriously, what?  That’s the look you give ‘Cons before you drag ‘em off to interrogate ‘em.  You’re freakin’ me out her—gah!"

Gears did not move.  He did not move, because one of the most dangerous Autobots on Earth had his arms around him.  Gears figured that not moving was just about the safest thing to do.  ”Jazz.  Did I mention the freaking me out part?  This some kind of psychological warfare?  If this is about me’n Sunny goin’ at it in the rec room the other—”

"Nope," Jazz said, wiggling so Gears was tucked up under his bumper.  "It IS February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and I know for a FACT that several of our most grumpiest ‘bots got little heart-shaped energon gummies waitin’ for ‘em on their bunks."

"Oh, really?"  Gears tried wiggling a little bit, but Jazz’s hold was surprisingly strong for a scout-class.  

"Yuup.  And ALSO I know for a fact that someone commissioned Perceptor to make ‘em—"

"Little squeale—I mean uh…fascinating."

"—aaaand that this isn’t the first time said someone’s done right by his buddies.  Makin’ sure they’re not left out.  Grumpin’ with ‘em.  Keepin’ ‘em goin’, y’might say."

"Uh huh.  N’this leads to me gettin’ manhandled why?"

"It’s the unofficial morale officer’s official deputization cuddle."  Jazz leaned down, kissing the top of Gear’s helm and murmuring softly,  "Thanks."

Gears pretended that he hadn’t heard that last bit.  ”I get no say in this?”

"Nope.  Welcome aboard, deputy."  Jazz grinned once more and released Gears, giving him a little finger wiggle wave as he left.

Gears humphed.  ”Great.  More duties.  Figures.”

Down the hall, Jazz laughed.

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madamekockout:

This looks like a cool place to kick it!

Jazz cosplay done, and ready for anime North bitches!

oh my god. :D :D :D :D

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I kept it together until the end, there.

Oh, Jazz.  <3

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garrulous-9:

white-aster and I have an extensive Cybertronian porn AU. I was stuck inside over the weekend. This happened.

Best post on Tumblr.  Evar.  

Maybe we should look into actually WRITING the AU….maybe.  …nah.

koch43:

You can say this is slash fanfic, or not. Choose what you like.
What ever, “to ignore Jazz” definitely a BIG MISTAKE

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Rainbow Jazz Chibi by *The-Starhorse

Rainbow Jazz Chibi by *The-Starhorse

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Nomformers!
My fave is Soundwave as a spicerack.  Just&#8230;I have no words.
Ok, and salt and pepper Prowl and Jazz.
And the Chocolate Chip Cookie of Leadership.
And Megatron as a potato&#8230;just cuz.  &lt;3
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Nomformers!

My fave is Soundwave as a spicerack.  Just…I have no words.

Ok, and salt and pepper Prowl and Jazz.

And the Chocolate Chip Cookie of Leadership.

And Megatron as a potato…just cuz.  <3

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Evolution of Dance - Man U Robot Shufflin (by DonBurroni)

Man U?  Only if Jazz is renting himself out….

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