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pettiness is a dish always best served hot; guardian x crow and cayde :)

after getting that ask about Cayde being a third-wheel in this situation, I just had to write something for the Wild Card mission :) I hope this is as funny as it is in my mind :D also on ao3

Cayde hates stake outs. 

Getting into the fray, guns blazing, is where his true approach lies. A knife here, a bullet there, everyone who should be dead is dead, and he gets to eat ramen right on the dinner clock. 

Yet here they are, former Hunter Vanguard, his little Guardian protege and their formerly of the Awoken royalty boyfriend. Slash killer. Slash no, not anymore. Slash, unsure. What a crew!

“Cayde, stop moving!” Crow chastises him, kicking him lightly in the shin. 

Cayde narrows his eyes but obliges by sitting down on the ground, watching Crow. Now that one was made for scouting. Patient to a Hunter appropriate degree, wicked with a sniper, if Cayde were to judge. Knows his stuff. And according to the few conversations they shared, not even mildly scared by bureaucracy. Good, Cayde thinks.

A multitude of feelings swarm inside him. Curiosity, jealousy, a little bit of anger for the spice. Resentment, pride, appreciation.

But above all those warm and fuzzy feelings, there is one more. One that Cayde has made sure to nurture over his long long life. One that feeds into his very psyche.

“Guardian?” Crow calls on the comms. “I have you in my sights. There is a swarm of Scorn approaching your location. Wait, what? Uh…”

Whatever the reply is, Cayde doesn’t get to hear as the channel switches to private but for a second. And so he gives in to that feeling instead.

A wave of playful and unyielding pettiness.

And so Cayde-6 forms a plan. 

***

They sit around a small fire, celebrating one of the many latest victories of their hunt. Crow reenacts a shoot-out with a horde of war beasts, accidentally sending one of the bottles flying at the wall, covering the rock side with rich red. The Guardian is laughing, while the two Ghosts watch with a mixture of disapproval and parental condescension. 

Crow thoughtfully rubs his nape and reaches for another wine bottle, offering it to the Guardian. But before the bottle can make contact, Cayde smiles and swipes it from Crow's hand. 

“Oh, that's my favourite!” he exclaims. “Not vintage enough, but that will do.”

He lets the cool liquid pour down his mechanical throat, watching from the corner of the eye as Crow can't find any more wine in their supplies. The Guardian is smiling at Crow's quiet frustration and reassures him that it's fine and they can transmat in some more if need be. Their hands brush against each other as Crow sits next to the Guardian, and Cayde wonders if they don’t see him notice.

“Good wine?” Crow asks with a mocking tone, to which Cayde wipes his mouth and sighs with great content.

“Good enough, kid.”

Crow huffs and turns his attention to stoking the fire.

A warm feeling spreads in Cayde's chest. He oh so loves being up to no good. 

***

In-between the many battles within the Pale Heart, they take a moment of respite to take care of their weapons and ammunition. The Guardian is trying to get screeb stuff out of their armour to no avail. Rookie mistake to run straight into the thick of the horde and serves them right.

Crow polishes the feather-etched barrel of his gun. Cayde watches, proud that the kid has already figured out the important business of having a signature gun. Cayde tucks away a thought about a signature cloak, one step a time, but that's a done deal. He's decided, it’s just that no one else needs to know for now. 

Cayde looks at his own weapon, the Ace of Spades glowing with Light through cracks. Shabby, but trusty. His thumb runs over the white spade. Even here in this strange version of the afterlife, a memory of something distant and unattainable is haunting him.

When he raises his eyes, he finds that Crow has joined the Guardian in a fruitless attempt to wipe off the Scorn ether, yet the more they both try, the more the stain seems to eat into the armour.

Lovebirds, Cayde thinks. Oh how the tables have turned.

***

The hunt for the ether-thieves goes on for a few more days. In that time Cayde thinks he and Crow have discussed every possible facet of things he would rather never talk about again. Good thing the kid is easily distracted with a healthy bit of competition, which they indulge in by shooting distant targets while the Guardian spots them both. 

At night they take turns to meditate and rest, another taking watch.

On one of the nights, Cayde wanders off from the camp. An excuse is easy, a strange noise nearby he wants to investigate, as if there isn't something strange happening every minute anyway. They are inside the Traveler, after all.

Cayde walks down a narrow trodden path and contemplates the ridiculous lip locking happening right around the corner. It doesn’t particularly bother him, but oh, amuse him it does. His favourite Guardian, all tangled up with this Crow. He wonders how it happened. Actually, he doesn’t, the more he thinks about it, the stranger it seems.

When Cayde makes it back to the camp, the kiss is still ongoing, with the two lovebirds none the wiser to his presence. Dangerous, could get shot like this, so they should be happy it’s just him.

Cayde pushes between the Guardian and Crow, plopping himself down on the ground. The Guardian is looking away flushed, while Crow crosses his arms.

“Found anything suspicious?” he asks, moving to make space.

“Nah, false alarm. There was this pair of love birds though…”

The Guardian chokes on a small hidden laugh.

***

“...that’s when Zavala punched him right. In. The. Face!”

As the Guardian laughs, Crow rubs his forehead with tired fingers. Cayde rummages through his memories to grapple onto a new story - and good thing that not all of them have to be true - when the Guardian stretches their arms. After a few pops, a glance at Crow and a ridiculously tired yawn, they begin to rise from the chair.

“Hold on, I’ve got one more!” Cayde exclaims. “Just one more, and off you go to see your sweet dreams. Promise!”

The Guardian sits right back, and Crow watches Cayde with eyes narrowed, only two brightly coloured irises glowing in the dark. He means to say something, and Cayde eggs him on with a prolonged pause, just to talk as Crow’s mouth opens.

“A-”

“Okay, there was this one time I sat in a bar, and in came a titan, a hunter and a warlock…”

One story turns into a couple more. A wine bottle is fished from the supplies, and the Guardian is doing all in their power to not let their eyes closed, when Cayde puts a final flourish on the story.

“And that’s why you don’t play cards with Ikora.”

“Good to know,” Crow says with an amused grin. “I think I’m going to catch some sleep. How… about you, Guardian?”

They rise from the chair and dust off their armour, even though it has now been made pristine.

As the Guardian heads to the tent, Crow turns to Cayde. Their eyes meet, some kind of momentary agreement or understanding. He doesn’t want to talk about it now, but he has learnt the importance of well-timed words. It may always be that you would not get a chance to say them.

“Come on,” Cayde ushers Crow with a flick of his hand. “Go get that sleep.”

Crow crosses his arms and arches his eyebrow.

“What, not another story? Or sleeping right in the middle of the tent like the last time?”

“Nope,” Cayde responds. “Let’s just say, I got my retaliation. Now go, shoo. The Guardian is going to fall asleep if you don’t get all cuddly and snuggly.”

Crow’s lips stretch into a wild grind.

“What in the Light’s name are those words?”

“No idea, hope I don’t get to repeat them ever again. Now go, kid. And… look after them, yeah? They are my favourite.”

Crow looks at the tent where the Guardian is fumbling with a light blanket.

“I will. They are my favourite, too.”

SONAMY COMIC RAAAAAAHHHH🗣️🗣️

This was based on @the-sinful-voice-witch 's post about the first interaction between Amy and Sonic in the movie. I couldnt stop thinking about it so I HAD to draw it! Hope you like it!

“I Thought You Were Dead!” - Genji Shimada

Pairing: Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: its been two years since your boyfriend, Genji, died tragically. now, you’re being stalked & that figure in the shadows seems a little too familiar

CW: mentions of death, loss of a loved one, stalking, reader gets attacked, allusion to kidnapping?? panic attack if you squint

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It’s raining when you receive the call. A broken voice on the other line uttering words you never wanted to hear: your boyfriend, Genji Shimada, died at the hands of his older brother. 

You drop the phone and sink to your knees, an animalistic sob tearing through you. It feels like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. 

He was the love of your life, the only person who ever truly understood you. You thought you’d get married some day. Instead, the last time you see him will be in a casket. 

If only he was still here. You would do anything to get him back, but that doesn’t matter now. 

He’s gone. 

—

(Two years later)

Someone is following you. 

For the past week, you’ve felt their presence. On your way to work, while you’re working and on the way home, even when you’re in your house alone at night. You can feel eyes on you, lingering. 

Tonight as you close up shop at the dead store, you feel their eyes once more. It’s dark outside, the only lights being the ones casted from your storefront. Plus, you’re the last one working. You’re all alone, and you’re being watched. 

Not that if any of your coworkers would help. The only person you told tried to talk you down and say you’re just being paranoid, and the others would probably think you’re crazy. So you bit your lip and tried to ignore the problem. 

You finish closing earlier than usual and waste no time in getting the hell out of there. You live close so you walk to work most days, but tonight you keep your house keys between your fingers and turn at every noise. 

You know that there’s someone there and if you could just turn around and catch them—anything to justify your paranoia, that urge to run. There’s a feeling that you just can’t shake, one that says you’re going to die tonight. 

Your mind flickers for a second, like every time you think of death, you think of the love of your life. You wonder if he knew he was going to die that night, if he expected it. Was he scared? Genji was so cocky sometimes, you could hardly believe he’d ever admit to being scared. But knowing him the way you did, you think despite his best efforts at hiding it, he was terrified. 

You turn the corner, only a few blocks from home now when you hear another noise. Your head flicks over your shoulder, and that’s when you see it. A shadow on the roof, their eyes following you. 

That’s all it takes for you to start running. 

You break into a sprint, shoes pounding the pavement. It’s cold out, and you’re trying your best not to slip. You turn again, and run face to chest into a brick wall of a man. 

His arms are spinning you around and tugging yours behind your back before you can even register what happened. As soon as the realization dawns on you, you’re struggling. Kicking against him and trying to escape. 

There’s a glint of metal on the rooftop above you, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. The fight is a blur, all you know is that the man that had you is now on the ground. 

You spin around to face your saviour. The dim streetlights cause the surface of his silvery armour to glimmer. Green lights dance across his body. You’ve never seen him before, but there’s an air of familiarity. 

“Y-you saved me,” you stutter out. 

He nods slowly, not speaking. 

You squint at him. He looks almost the same height as the shadow on the roof earlier. In fact, his build is eerily similar to the one that’s been chasing you. 

“You’ve been following me,” you state. 

“Not you,” his voice is metallic, but underneath it, you can pick out the slight inflections. He’s human. He points at the man laying crumpled on the ground, “him.”

“So he was the one following me?”

He nods, “I was just trying to protect you.”

It makes sense, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more behind his words. Something he’s not telling you about who he is, or what he’s doing there. 

“So, are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to call you green cyborg ninja dude?”

“Green cyborg ninja dude?” He scoffs, “I have a name.”

“But?”

You can already feel where this is going, and you’re not sure if you like it or not. 

“I don’t want to scare you…”

“You saved my life, how could I ever be scared of you?”

He sighs, and his metallic fingers press the sides of his visor. Carefully, he pulls it over his head. You’re in shock. Though his face is scarred, you would recognize him anywhere. 

Somehow, against all odds, Genji Shimada is standing in front of you. Alive. 

“G-Genji?” You don’t even finish before the tears start. There’s no way he’s here—you went to his service, you grieved him. 

“Y/n,” he mumbles, reaching out for you before stopping midway. “I-I know this must be shocking.”

“I thought you were dead!” You wail. 

Your voice echoes off the walls, mixing with the sounds of your choked sobs. Genji stares at you, unsure of what to do. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know where your boundaries are after being gone so long. are—how are y-you here?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself and tugs you into his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here—deep breaths, okay? I’ll tell you everything, just calm down.”

You sob into his armour, hands pounding on his chest. Genji holds you regardless, and his touch is so familiar it only makes you cry harder. 

“I missed you so much,” you whimper into him. 

He rubs your back, “I missed you too, baby. But I promise, I won’t leave you again. Never again, okay?”

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venom, what's your favourite thing about Eddie?

Venom:  “And also he lets us watch the television while he’s sleeping.”

Haven • River Ward/Fem!V

summary; fluff & care with boyfriend, River Ward. enjoy chooms ♥ warnings; mild cursing

Setting; V’s apartment • been dating for a bit

Time; Early morning • some time in the middle of the game

Waking up my head was pounding I could feel the pulses rattling my skull. Groaning I set up and held my head running my hands through my hair hoping to ease the tension. I was lucky Johnny wasn’t adding to my headache with his rambles at the moment, but right now I just wanted the pain to go away.

“ Babe, here.”

Lifting my head slowly I felt relief wash over me as soon as I heard River’s voice. Holding a glass of water for me and a small bottle of painkillers was my overly sweet detective. “You always know exactly what I need, thanks River. ” Grabbing the pills I popped them in my mouth and then reached for the glass of water and eagerly started gulping it down.

“ V, take it easy. Remember last time. ”

I started drinking the water slower not saying a word and giving River a soft glare as I finished up the glass. Placing the glass down on the side table I then leaned back into the bed.

“ You are such a worrier. Just cause I threw up last time doesn’t mean anything. I’m fine. ”

I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful or for my voice to have a slight edge to it, but lately with having to deal with all the chaos piling up in my life…..on top of dying… I noticed I got irritated more easily and even grew bitter at times. Still, I wish I didn’t take it out on River of all people, but he often was the one who took the brunt of it. He was the one who spent the most time with me besides a certain rockerboy in my head.

I suddenly felt guilt wash over me and I gripped the bedsheets tightly in frustration.

“Look I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch I just -”

“Stop.”

The bed dipped from River’s weight as he sat on the edge closest to me and leaned forward to cup my face and softly brush his thumb across my cheek.

“ You don’t need to explain anything I know you and I know you are dealing with a lot. I understand, so let me be here for you, okay? ”

He gave me that beautiful warm smile of his as he cradled my face and I couldn’t help, but smile back and press my hand against his.

“ Okay, Officer. ”

River let out a low playful chuckle as he leaned forward more pulling me into a gentle loving kiss. I gave a happy hum as I melted at the touch and slowly started to wrap my arms around River’s neck forcing him to climb into the bed fully and press his weight down onto me. His hands started to massage up and down my waist tugging me firmly against his body spreading his warmth throughout me.

My life right now no matter how hard things get or painful least I have this here with him.

My own little haven.

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barely any fics for this sweet boy so decided to make this. hope you like it. plan to write more for him and several other characters so look out for those.

just some Gabe and Martina headcanons cause I just keep thinking about them.

they met during high school, they meet through a mutual friend that introduced them and Gabe fell in love instantly. Gabe liked to play the bad boy persona but when he was around her, he turned into a squishy mess. 

Gabe immediately went into the army after high school but still kept in contact with Martina. she was his texting buddy, Gabe got more courage through the phone to ask her out and promised to take her somewhere nice when he was done with training. 

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🍂PARENTHOOD: SLEEP🍂 . Since a lot of people were asking for toxin to make an apearence 😊

So have a sweet toxin story.

(NOTE: this does not follow the actual comic books. This is just an Alternative universe 😊)

ME3 Fan Ending (Animatic)

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Episodio Speciale 02: JAZZ

Seconda puntata speciale. Oggi infatti è il compleanno di @jazzluca e pertanto la festeggerò passando sotto i riflettori sul suo Autobot preferito...

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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SPECIALE 2: JAZZ, un guerriero “stiloso”

Fallo con stile o non farlo affatto!, questa è la sua filosofia di vita. Un Bot dal riconoscibilissimo altmode di Porsche 935 Turbo, sempre appassionato di modi e costumi delle culture autoctone di qualunque pianeta su cui si rechi (come la nostra Terra), il cui ruolo principale è sempre rimasto quello di agente speciale e sabotatore. Abilissimo guerriero, JAZZ (Tigre da noi in Italia) è il Bot “giusto” per antonomasia, abituato appunto a fare tutto con stile. In generale, egli è il braccio destro di Optimus Prime fin da prima della partenza da Cybertroncon l’Arca, ma dopo l’esilio sulla Terra questo suo ruolo si fa altalenante, forse perché troppo occupato a immergersi nelle abitudini terrestri. Quando però la situazione lo richiede, Jazz è sempre pronto ad affrontare i Decepticon con la sua abilità e i suoi potenti altoparlanti che sparano musica a palla! Ormai all’attivo conta ben cinque apparizioni nei millemila universi Transformer, di cui almeno una nel Movie-verso, e per questo motivo entra di diritto nella Hall of Fame dei TF.

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Del G1 Jazz contiamo apparizioni nel cartone, nel film del 1986 (come membro della Base Luna Uno insieme al buon Cliffjumper) nei fumetti “classici” della Marvel e in quelli “moderni” della IDW con tanto di Spotlight, ma la popolarità del personaggio raggiunge l’apice in concomitanza dell’uscita nel 2007 del primo capitolo della saga live action di Michael Bay: sia nel suddetto lungometraggio sia nei fumetti ad esso dedicati, Jazz non si trasforma più in una Porsche ma in una Pontiac Solstice argentata, pur mantenendo però l’iconico assetto della testa con le “orecchie di gatto” e il visore, ora retrattile. In questa continuità Jazz mantiene il ruolo di primo ufficiale e il pallino nell’assimilare le culture aliene con tanto di famosa/famigerata parlantina da “figone” («Ciao, raga. Che si dice? Ganzo, questo posto... ci sto dentro!»); purtroppo, la sua sarà un’apparizione una tantum, giacché il povero Bot finirà fatalmente e letteralmente spaccato a metà dal redivivo Megatron.

Per sua fortuna, quel gran genio di Derrick J. Wyatt lo “resuscita” per un ruolo da protagonista nella sua serie capolavoro Animated, etichettandolo addirittura come membro della Guardia d’Élite di Ultra Magnus e abilissimo esperto nelle arti marziali armato di nunchuck, nonché un Bot curioso ed interessato a conoscere le culture aliene, anche quelle organiche... proprio come il G1! La cattiva notizia per noi fan italiani è che le sue gesta non vanno oltre la Stagione 2, a causa della mancata importazione della 3 in terra nostrana. E secondo The Allspark Almanac II, nella defunta Stagione 4 Jazz sarebbe stato inserito nel cast principale al posto di Prowl, così come Ironhide avrebbe sostituito Bulkhead – un palese rimando all’entourage ristretto del primo film di Bay!

L’anno seguente, in occasione della BotCon, a Jazz tocca anche una particina nell’universo speculare Shattered Glass (accompagnato addirittura dal fratello gemello Ricochet) ma nonostante adesso sia un Autobot “cattivo”, sfoggia uno schema di colori identico al G1... ehm, al G2 Jazz “buono”, stereotipato al punto che parla come il mitico B. A. Baracus della serie TV A-Team.

Il viaggio di Jazz non finisce qui. Già nella Continuità Allineata, infatti, egli copre un paio di ruoli importanti nei romanzi di Alex Irvine, nelle serie animate e nei videogiochi del dinamico duo Activision/High Moon Studios. Nel secondo caso, avremmo dovuto vederlo in azione nella serie in CGI TRANSFORMERS: Prime (con tanto di design curato dall’artista nostrano Emiliano Santalucia) e invece le nostre erano state delle speranze infrante. Per fortuna, il debutto del personaggio nelle serie moderne risale a una puntata della serie Robot in Disguise 2015, Sottoterra della Stagione 1: mandato sulla Terra dall’Alto Consiglio per indagare sull’incidente della nave-prigione Alchemor, Jazz incontra la squadra di Bumblebee, e insieme catturano l’ennesimo Decepticon fuggitivo, non senza prima aver insegnato un paio di dritte a un entusiasta Sideswipe. In questa veste, Jazz è sempre il guerriero rilassato, fermo, estroverso e giovale che abbiamo imparato a conoscere, e la sua leggendaria capacità di mantenere la calma nelle situazioni critiche è tale che gli permette di sconfiggere anche i nemici più pericolosi; ma nello stesso tempo è talmente estroverso da diventare subito simpatico agli occhi di Sideswipe, quasi come fosse un fratello maggiore! La cosa sorprendente è che l’aspetto generale del personaggio non solo è reminiscente alla controparte G1, ma possiede anche lo stesso potere dello “spettacolo di luci e suoni stordente” tipico dell’antenato originale, nonché l’inedito visore retrattile ereditato dall’omonimo Movie. Nell’e-dizione italiana, inoltre, è doppiato da Gabriele Calindri, la stessa dell’omonimo Animated, quindi potremo dire che a questo punto il cerchio si chiude, no?

Anche nella Cybertron devastata dalla Guerra nella fortunata saga di videogiochi La Battaglia per Cybertron Jazz è sempre stato un protagonista versatile: se nel primo capitolo lo vediamo solo come cameoe poi come personaggio DLC per la campagna multiplayer, nel secondo (dal titolo La Caduta di Cybertron) è addirittura coinvolto nella pericolosa missione di recupero di Grimlock nel Mare di Ruggine, accompagnato da Cliffjumper come nel film dell’86: qui il nostro amico ha come talento speciale l’utilizzo di un rampino, che gli permette non solo di spostare oggetti altrimenti troppo pesanti ma anche di issarsi da una piattaforma all’altra. In questo senso, il Jazz Cybertroniano è praticamente l’alter ego alieno del G1 con annesso l’assetto pre-terrestre del robot e del veicolo, nonché il suo “biglietto da visita” che compare tra i tanti suggerimenti durante i caricamenti del gioco!

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La domanda che sorge spontanea è: quanti modellini Jazz ha avuto nel corso della sua esistenza? Ce ne sono tantissimi: basti pensare che, considerando quelli più importanti, il G1 ne conti meno di dieci (inclusa la ristampa G2), tra modellini originali “classici” e rivisitazioni moderne. Il più “anziano” di tutti è ovviamente il G1 del 1984, o meglio il Diaclone dell’anno precedente, lo stesso modellino che l’italiana GIG importò dal Giappone insieme ai primissimi TF con i nomi italianizzati, appunto, e Jazz fu uno dei primi ad essere pubblicizzato – ricordate gli spot sul retro dei numeri di Topolino dell’epoca? Non solo, rilasciò anche un gift set chiamato Set Commandos con le figure di Jazz, Bumblebee, Grimlock e Starscream, e il boom classicheggiante continua negli anni 1989/90 con le serie Pretender e Action Master, rispettivamente dei robot chiusi in gusci umani a mo’ di uovo di Pasqua e action figure non trasformabili dotati delle armi e gadget più disparati. Ovviamente anche il nostro Jazz era presente in quelle linee e come Pretender era molto simpatico fin dal guscio umano munito di tuta bianca e azzurra e un casco che ricorda la testa del robot originale! Come Action Master, invece, in Italia si chiamava Bionic ed era simile per aspetto al settei del cartone animato e munito di uno skateboard che alla bisogna poteva diventare la sua arma.

Nel Duemila Jazz continua a essere un personaggio popolare, al punto da meritarsi nel 2004 un trattamento Alternator, Transformer con altmode ispirati a modelli reali di veicoli su licenza in formato die-cast, generalmente in scala 1:24. Lo storico Tigre si becca una bellissima Madza RX-8 bianca e nera, il cui stampo sarà riutilizzato per una versione rossa rilasciata per il mercato nipponico. Tra il 2008 e il 2010, intanto, è l’epoca dei cosiddetti CHUG, cioè delle linee Classic/Henkei, Universe e Generations: qui Jazz esce in due varianti, un adorabile Universe Legends purtroppo senza accessori (ma molto somigliante al G1) e un Deluxe altrettanto bello, capostipite dei Reveal the Shield della linea Transformers (2010) – anch’esso molto G1-esco, sebbene l’altmode è un ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dello stesso e la Pontiac Solstice del Movie, nonché la pistola simile a quella del Pretender; ciononostante, è un modello considerato uno delle trasposizioni moderne più fedeli del personaggio originale, visti gli impianti stereo che fuoriescono dalle “ali” del robot che riecheggiano le tipiche armi G1!

Sul finire del 2017 viene rilasciato un modellino di Jazz per la linea Power of the Prime (terza parte della cosiddetta “Trilogia Prime”), il quale condivide caratteristiche e ingegneria simili alle action figure Combiner Wars nonostante non sia il remolddi un personaggio preesistente – anche se, in effetti, presenta la gimmik della trasformazione in un arto per Combiner. Con il suo altmodeispirato a una Porsche 962, Jazz torna dagli anni Ottanta in questa nuova veste, e non è l’unico. Tre anni dopo, arriva persino il suo tributo nella Studio Series, più precisamente nella sottolinea dedicata al 35esimo anniversario del film animato – una gradita sorpresa che di certo ha reso felice i fan di questo spettacolare Autobot. Un’unica differenza: sulle portiere è presente il numero 14 e non il 4 a causa dei diritti ancora oggi detenuti dal modellino Diaclone.

E le altre iterazioni? Il Movie Jazz di cui sopra ha ben cinque modellini diversi, tra cui un Legends, un Deluxe il cui robot lascia molto a desiderare; un altrettanto deludente Fast Action Battler e due bellissime chicche (e mezzo!). Se si desidera avere una fedele riproduzione della controparte CGI del film del 2007, la Hasbro rilascia le cosiddette “Robot Repliche”, statuine non trasformabili che riproducono fedelmente l’aspetto dei robot nei minimi dettagli... e tra questi c’è proprio Jazz, con tanto di avambracci intercambiabili! Allo stesso modo, la serie Titanium propone un’altra statuina di Jazz, questa volta in formato die-cast con articolazioni solo dalla vita in su. Per fortuna, per la serie Human Alliance del 2010, ecco che arriva il modellino “definitivo”: il Jazz di questa linea è virtualmente perfetto in entrambe le modalità, e la gimmik del visore retrattile nella testa è un bel tocco di classe davvero apprezzabile.

L’arrivo del modello Studio Series prima e del Masterpiece poi ha strappato tale primato dal suddetto modellino, e adesso siamo di fronte a una replica più grande e una più piccola del primo ufficiale Autobot che ha avuto la sfortuna di debuttare e morire nello stesso film. Lo SS Jazz è fedele e ben fatto con la carrozzeria argentata e snodato il giusto, senza rotazione del bacino ma con la possibilità di inclinare lateralmente i piedi, anche se per far ciò si porta dietro i pannelli degli stinchi. Può storcere il naso che il fatto di essere una figurepiccola, ma questo è dovuto solo per mantenere la scala con gli altri modelli della linea. E il Masterpiece? Iniziata come una riproposizione giapponese di un paio di bei giocattoloni già visti in Occidente, il ramo dedicato al Movieverse si è poi giustamente evoluto, dalla terza uscita, in ciò che dovrebbe essere, ovvero il meglio a livello di somiglianza e scala dei robot visti al cinema che devono rappresentare: questo Jazz, pertanto, è un’ottima aggiunta alla collezione dei fan del personaggio ed agli amanti dei cosiddetti “Bayformer”, grazie alla splendida somiglianza al modello in CGI ed all’alta posabilità, anche nelle dita delle mani! Magari qualche articolazione è un po’ lasca, e rispetto alle altre auto della linea non è altissimo (ma questo è per via dell’accuratezza della scala fra i robot), ma a parte ciò è davvero una piccola, grande opera d’arte.

Per la linea Animated del 2008, il Deluxe Jazz è una vera pietra miliare per il suo look a dir poco accattivante, nonché l’altmode ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dell’omonimo G1 e una Corvette anni Cinquanta. Il personaggio, poi, è caratterizzato in maniera magistrale e il colore bianco con parti nere poste in punti strategici, dona davvero l’illusione che Jazz indossa una stilosa tutina da ballerino funky, tanto alla moda in certi ambienti americani. Inoltre, più si guarda quel collo leggermente ricurvo e la parte alta del casco (che sembra quasi un berretto con visiera) convince sempre di più di quanto lo stile adottato per i personaggi Animated sia fresco e rivoluzionario e, al contempo, dannatamente compatibile e cucito addosso ai profili caratteriali dei personaggi G1 che tanto amiamo! Di quest’ottimo modello sono uscite due ristampe, il Freeway Jazz con colori ispirati alla controparte filmica e una figure esclusiva della BotCon 2011 con le fattezze dello Stunticon Dead End.

La Continuità Allineata, intanto, ci regala giusto un paio di figure col nome di Jazz, a cominciare dal bellissimo Deluxe per la linea Generations dedicata al videogioco La Caduta di Cybertron: armato di una normalissima pistola omaggiante il G1, Jazz possiede delle parti posticce quali le ruote scolpite sui piedi per esigenze di show-accuracy, poiché quelle vere sono nascoste dietro i pannelli delle braccia. Inoltre, l’assetto del torace, normalmente parallelo al terreno, è inclinato verso il basso, forse come arrangiamento per il futuro remold (pesante!) in Sideswipe. Per i RiD2015, esiste un solo modellino: un Warrior che però pecca in colorazione (corretta comunque nell’equivalente Takara Adventure) nonostante una discreta scultura in entrambe le modalità; modello che sarà lievemente modificato sulla testa per il gift set Drift Origins per la Takara.

CONCLUSIONE

Con gli anni abbiamo avuto altri Autobot “stilosi”, ma Jazz verrà ricordato come il loro capostipite e anche il più famoso. È iconico, è simpatico per la sua parlantina pseudo-giovanile e per il suo amore per la musica. Il suo ritorno in auge sarebbe ben più che gradito per gli appassionati ed è veramente rassicurante che col tempo abbiamo avuto modellini che lo raffigurano nel miglior modo possibile. Doppi pollici in su per Jazz, allora!

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

Age of Triumph…

“Cayde!? CAYDE!”

“Woah, hey, kiddo. You alright there?”

“Cayde, you’ve got to listen! Someone’s going to kill you, and I-”

“Easy, Tal. From the top, take it slow.”

“I…” Talyn takes a deep breath. “I was, um…practicing.”

“We talkin’…” Cayde pantomimes shooting himself.

“Yes. You and I were fighting together, in the Prison of Elders. We almost had everything under control, but…”

“Buuut? C'mon, this sounds like a good story.”

“Cayde, I’m being serious! We got seperated, and I couldn’t make it before some…thing shot Sundance. You died in my arms, and I…”

She wraps Cayde in a possessive hug. He pats her on the back.

“Listen, it’s just a dream, alright? I’m fine. See? Got all my arms, got all my fingers.”

“Cayde, these are glimpses of the future. I can’t just write it off.”

“Look at it this way- I’m stuck in this Tower. Not a lot can shoot at me up here, y'know?”

“Yeah…heh, maybe I’m just being silly.”

“Maybe. But hey, who doesn’t get silly every once in a while?”

“Cayde?”

“Uh-huh?”

“…promise you’ll keep safe?”

“‘Course. I promise. Now you go get 'em, Tal.”