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Two Sides of the Coin by Centrifuge_CybertronianBiologist
Fandoms: Transformers Generation One, Transformers - All Media Types
08 Jun 2026
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Just cause I'm not very skilled at animating... song!fic using Pop Muzik by M with Jazz as MC. Dealing with mental strife's of being SIC (just a specific hill for G1 cartoon I'll die on lol, in G1 he is 100% the SIC in my mind) and Head of SpecOPS as well as being the Autobots on Earth's personal hypemech/unofficial morale officer.
This is meant to only be a little one shot, but I left it open to potentially add more later.
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After returning from a mission gone horribly wrong Jazz and Prowl are forced together and make due even despite their rivalry. Both struggling and isolated unintentionally learn to heal and care.
TL;DR Jazz gets his shit rocked and learns to love and be loved (plus shenanigans).
This is 2 years worth of research, education, and working with others to make this an educational resource for the various disabilities, disorders, and traumas. Coping skills, and depictions can be considered accurate and useful.
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- Part 1 of MSS
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What If I Told You That You Had A Great Rack? by baweepgranah86
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One
15 Jun 2026
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Jazz leaned against the entrance with all the suave and charm of a Gatsby, flashing the shiny smile of a mech who aimed to shoot his shot, and shoot it good. A three-pointer, a dream shake, a euro step, a slaggin' slam-dunk breakin' backboards left an' right.
He was gonna make it rain, and make it rain hard!
"Hey-a Prowler, you gotta nice rack today."
The Praxian turned to the spy, wings flickering in greeting. "Why thank you, Jazz. it's custom-made."
And behind the mech, blocked by Prowl's wings, were some crystals lined on a shiny, brand new rack. And yeah, it really did look custom-made.
Jazz of Staniz, Chief of Spec Ops, Master Saboteur of the Autobot Army, felt the ball bounce off the ring and fall splat on the court.
Jazz attempts to shoot his shot with Prowl, newly-learned Earth slang locked and loaded. Prowl unfortunately lives “under a rock.”
(Prowl: I live in the Ark?)
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In one universe, Jazz and Prowl are doting conjunxes with twins on the way. They could not be happier and more in love.
In another universe, Jazz and Prowl hate each other. They cannot be in the same room without it imploding.
A momentary blip in the spacetime continuum results in a short chance encounter between the two pairs that will have lasting repercussions.
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Or, another Jazz/Prowl enemies to lovers fic with my own twist.