#autobot lockdown

[windydrawallday]

WELDER aka "Autobot" Lockdown

"The world will ask you who you are, and if you do not know... the world will tell you." - Carl Jung

An "Autobot" design for [my interpretation of Lockdown] I have lying around for a year now... I didn't play much with it so, this is what I could gather quickly in an hour to at least give a visual reference for the ones curious (and when I actually sit down and throw some backstory comic/doodles next time).

What I have on my notes for his backstory but I don't want to set it completely in stone: he started practically as a sort of "auxiliary" drone on a big factory of tools and weapons and gained agency/individuality when interacting with his older cybertronian bosses.

Always a daredevil and observer, quite dry-honest with his very calculative-utilitarian point of view. Still, he preferred most of the time to keep to himself and blend with the multitude... he liked to jump-scare those around him just to amuse himself.

Welder was known to be incredibly fast at reparations and improvisation of tools and weapons with whatever was handled to him... even capable of tearing apart his own frame to repair his team-mates' combat damages.

He was pleasant to work with but was known to say "Yes" to then do whatever he wanted... he was just frowned upon because he exceeded in skills from other models of his same class. Another reason why Welder was kept at hand: he was easy to put on a new, fresh team to fill the field medic/repairer role for quick scout missions. That's how he met many faceplates and forged some contacts without much fuss.

... This initial permissiveness would cost the trust of the Autobots who welcomed him much later after so many fishy recommendations from the factory, that at times felt more like they wanted to get rid of Welder...

The optic colors come from a [HC of mine]

[driftsart]

Some doodles of other ships in my au just for fun

I added some new ones to the list too ;D

[sug4r-melon]

love u erased sigil on Lockdowns official ref thats 100% a blacked out autobot sigil

[da-ray]

Sentinel x lockdown is SUCH a underrated ship for real!

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 6

Summary: When Jazz is promoted to Head of Special Operations, the last thing he expected was to have to work with a face from his past.

Ao3

FF.net

If there was one thing Jazz regretted about becoming Head of Special Operations, it was the paperwork.

It had never been his favourite aspect of the job and now he had at least ten times the amount that he'd had to do when he was just a field agent.

Honestly how anyone in command had time to breathe after they'd finished all their paperwork, was beyond him.

And in the time between Blackout's death and Jazz assuming command, the amount of overdue reports and mission briefs had piled up. Literally. Jazz couldn't even see out from behind the desk thanks to the mountain of datafiles stacked on top of it.

It was odd to be sitting on the other side of Blackout's old desk. But Jazz was going to have to start using eventually so he might as well get it over and done with.

Plus he could use a distraction after yesterday.

Jazz started with the simple stuff first. Catching up with status of the rest of Spec Ops, most of which he was already familiar with. Sliverstreak had recently been loaned to their MacCadams base. Hound was still tailing Lockdown. And of course Mirage had been called back from their mission early.

The only name that Jazz didn't recognise was Bluestreak, a sniper who's been tasked with the elimination of a Decepticon scientist. Judging by her appearance, this Bluestreak couldn't have been much older than Bumblebee. She must've joined the Autobots as soon as she had gotten her final upgrades. Jazz hoped the young bot could handle the mission they'd been given. It looked like the cons had been trying to create synthetic energon again. Unsurprisingly Optimus and Ratchet had voted against the mission, stating that the creation of synthetic energon would be beneficial to their species as a whole especially as they were rapidly running out of the real stuff. But they had been outvoted which Jazz couldn't but felt bad for agreeing with as leaving the Decepticons to create a potentially unlimited supply of fuel and power would practically guarantee the Autobots to loose the war, even if it could be detrimental to the survival of their race. Anyway, Jazz would find out soon enough as the bot was scheduled to be coming home soon.

After that, the reports got a lot more boring. Mostly just repeats of what they'd gone over in the few meetings he'd been too.

Jazz had always struggled with paying attention to anything written down. And he really didn't want his mind to wonder.

So he hooked the data pads up to his desk computer, configuring them with an app, that he was forever grateful to Blaster for making him long ago, that would read the reports out loud.

The voice was a bit robotic and would stumble over abbreviations or call signs but it did its job. And Jazz no longer wanted to bang his head into his desk.

It would still take a long time to get through all of the reports though, so Jazz caught up with the leg stretches he'd been neglecting to do before moving onto some training katas.

Six hours later Mirage would find him sitting upside-down on the couch, fiddling an old piece of scrap into the shape of a crystal-tree whilst a disembodied voice proclaimed the reasons why the twins were no longer allowed within one hundred meters of the med bay.

"Am I interrupting something?" Mirage asked with a raised optic ridge from where he stood in the doorway.

"Only the desire to offline myself from boredom." Jazz replied, putting the sculpture to one side before allowing himself to collapse off the sofa into a heap in the floor. "Have you come to put me out of my misery?"

"Unfortunately not. Our communications expert has been trying to call you for the past hour, so he sent me to check up on you."

"Everything okay?" Jazz asked, dragging himself off the floor and onto the chair behind his desk so that if someone barged in demanding their overdue paper work at least he'd have some sense of decorum.

"Yeah, Blaster was just wondering what day he should book a babysitter for Bumblebee's final upgrade party." Mirage said, crossing his legs as he sat down in the chair in front of him.

Jazz groaned, dropping his head onto the desk with a thunk. Between everything else that had happened, he hadn't had anytime to dedicate to keeping up team morale.

"Can't you plan the party for me mech?" Jazz asked, looking back up with his best cyper pup eyes.

"You do know that the last party I planned was a five course gala right?" Mirage replied.

"Just ask Blaster to sort out the basics and I'll add some special Jazz touches later!"

"I can ask."

"Thanks mech! If I don't get these reports done then Prowl might actually kill me!"

"I assume the mission was a sucess then?" Mirage deadpanned.

"Urghh no! I've tried everything! But the guy still hates my guts!" Which yeah Prowl was far from Jazz's favourite person either right now but even if he didn't like Prowl he still wanted the former enforcer to like him! Rung would probably have a field day psychoanalysing him if he ever bothered to show up for his long overdue psyche evaluation. But Jazz already knew what his problem was so there wasn't any point bothering the ship psychiatrist when there were other who needed their help more.

"Look sometimes people don't want to be your friend and most of the time it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. And you've just got to accept that." Mirage told him, the royal tone of indignance that he'd been raised to speak in failing to hide the hurt he'd been through.

Jazz winced with an apologetic smile. He should've realised this would be a bit of a soar subject for Mirage. When the former aristocrat first joined the Autobots there weren't too many rushing to be his friend and an outlier ability of turning invisible didn't exactly help to build trust either. It had gotten better now, mostly thanks to Jazz integrating him into parties and rec room drama. Now the only person who treated Mirage with an suspicion was Cliffjumper still didn't entirely trust him after the whole pretending to go traitor for a mission fiasco.

"Fair point. Doesn't mean he had to break my electro-base though."

"HE WHAT?!"

Jazz nearly jumped out of his seat at Mirage's reaction. His friend was always so composed, it was part of what made him such a great spy. Jazz could count on one hand the amount of time's he'd seen Mirage loose his cool. Well, he guessed it was on two hands now.

"That's not turning you down, that's being an arsehole." Mirage continued.

"Hey its no big deal. Its just a stupid intrument." Jazz shrugged attempting to act nonchalant. Which was pointless as Mirage was one of the few bots who knew him well enough to see through it.

The next thing he knew, Mirage was up on his feet and marching for the exit.

Jazz had to vault over his desk to catch up with him.

"Woah mech where do you think ya going?" Jazz asked, blocking the door.

"To give Prowl a peice of my mind." Mirage replied, that regal voice of his cold with anger.

Jazz let him pass, knowing that whilst if it came down to it, he could beat Mirage in a fight. But that even if he won that match that wouldn't stop the spy from tracking down his prey. Because if there was one thing that outweighed Mirage's strength of composure, it was his loyalty.

A/N: Yeah so I've switched Bluestreak's gender to a girl and as you can probably tell I've also done with some of the other characters too. I just felt as if I had so few female characters in this story and I thought this would be a good way to add some more. But let me know how you guys feel about it! Xxxxxxx

[niiwa-angel]

Unique reactions to painkillers, as seen in the Autobot Medbay.

Bumblebee: Decided he didn't want to be in the medbay anymore, wandered off without anyone noticing, which was a feat in and of itself. Got lost on the way to his chambers, found a storage unit with a bare berth in it, curled up on it, and went into such a deep recharge he didn't respond to his comms. The base went into total lockdown trying to find him.

Mirage: Kept turning invisible when Hoist was trying to treat him. It's still up for debate whether it was intentional or not, Hoist says it was, Mirage insists it wasn't.

Jazz: Sobbed for an hour straight about how he'd never be able to play his instruments again, what with two broken legs. *Ratchets note, none of said instruments require functional feet. His hands were fine*

Red Alert: built a fort under his berth to hide from people. Screamed when First Aid tried to pull back their blankets to talk to him.

Optimus Prime: Turned into a truck in the middle of Medbay. Refused to turn back.

Prowl: loudly berated "whoever wrote this dismal report" from his berth. *Hoists note, it was a copy of a human novel "The Fault in our Stars" and that was only given to him so he'd stop trying to leave*

Sideswipe: Kept trying to drag himself out of the Medbay to "kick con aft" *First Aids note, he had a broken leg and a mild concussion, he wasn't kicking anything*

Sunstreaker: high shared through the split spark bond, not as intense as his brother's. Lifted BOB up to the wall so he could 'understand it'. BOB did not appreciate it.

Bluestreak: Kept throwing balls of paper at other bots to "prove he could aim while high".

[fourphoenixfeathers]

@barkedupbitch asked for Prowl and I am happy to oblige :D

He’s very fun and i love him.

Ratchet’s sg coloration is based on my rescue squad’s engine and ambo, they are lime green :D

Prowl is a lot more hot headed than his canon counterpart. He still loves art and nature, but he is more passionate and aggressive in his expression. He’s blunt and irreverent, most likely in the team to actually talk shit about high command. If it weren’t for how isolated the space bridge crew was, they’d be giving him mad side eye.

He still got captured for draft dodging and was sent to the cyber ninja corps. Yoketron groomed him to take over the corps, and Prowl kept a lid on his reservations in order to avoid the consequences of being unfaithful to the autobot cause. However, when Yoketron showed Prowl the protoforms, Prowl was faced with undeniable proof that the autobots have complete control over the lives of all mechs, bringing them online for the sole purpose of sending them straight to training and war. Enraged by the abuse against life itself, Prowl kills Yoketron and then flees. Lockdown comes for the protoforms later, and he has mad respect for the mech who made his job a whole lot easier.

(Don’t worry about the protoforms, they’re fine. The decepticons are working on a way to start life without vector sigma or the allspark but at least the autobots cant keep sending newsparks to the horrors.)

Jazz meets the fabled golden student only to find out he’s the traitor who killed Yoketron… and I think Prowl and Lockdown would get along a lot better than in canon. They already worked well together, but now their ideals align a lot better. I imagine Lockdown was a courier in the early war, and he did a delivery for the Decepticons bc they pay well and Lockdown was in a desperate situation. At that point he just kept working for the decepticons, and started taking parts from captured autobots to replace the parts he loses in skirmishes. He had to get really good on giving himself emergency treatment in the field.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Optimus, of course, but I don't want to be a bad Autobot, but you got me hooked on waiting for part 2.

If I get smacked with the right muse this one may have a part three coming. This one is a little spicy. I think it's okay to post here. As always, everything I post is also posted on a03.

I'm calling this pseudo brat taming.

PT ONE

Frustrating PT TWO

"Remove your clothing..."

Prime's voice made the boards you stood on shake. Looking up at the Cybertronian, you take a moment to debate. Are you in danger? His engine was in a low but constant growl. shakey breaths let you taste the dust in the air, the smell of oil and ozone that tends to cling to his kind. Optimus has just commanded you to take your clothing off. Not asked, commanded. Another moment of hesitation and he ex-vents sharply.

"Did I stutter?"

"No." You aren't trying to sound like a smartass. Which is good, since you sound like a frightened kitten with that squeak of a response.

"Then do as you're told for once." 

Oh, the way he growled makes you shiver in this warm barn. Glancing around, more for your nerves, you reach for the buttons of your shirt. Optimus backs away from the loft, pacing the cramped space of the barn. Optics unblinking on your slow movements to remove the shirt and pants. He's always insisted on you wearing utilitarian clothing when with them. Not cute or to your tastes. Just... serviceable. Left in a tank top and your undergarments, you put your arms around you.

"Did I say you could leave anything on?" He's on the far side of the barn, half turned away, half in shadow. How does he look so menacing? "You truly are incapable of following orders. Finish it, or I will."

Arms crossed, grabbing the edge of the tank, you pause. Meeting his Optics makes you think Twice. There is a rush to rid yourself of the meager bits of clothing you still have on. The wood is old, but not splintery under your feet. A small thing you are grateful for as you hold your arms around you. Bare before the spiders, termites and Optimus. He keeps a gaze on you, holding very still where he stands. Optics blazing a trail over your body. Metal clinks and his servos flex before he steps over. Even on the loft of the barn, he towers over you.

"Put your arms down."

"Prime-"

"Do not speak unless I ask you a question." His voice echoes in your chest, "Put. Your arms. Down."

A deep breath and you listen, still tense. Still unsure of just what was about to happen. 

Optimus Pokes you in the chest, "When you got hit with shrapnel after I told you to stay hidden," It was a small scar, one you almost forgot about, but his touch... The living metal was warm, and despite all the edges that could make up a cybertronian, it left no mark of its own. With a single digit, he lifts your arm while a thumb runs along till it traces over a longer scar.

"When you were caught in the rubble after an attack... After you ignored retreat orders." He narrows his optics as he traces that scar another time. You look away. Your body feels hot where he caresses. Is it anger that makes him so warm?

"From when you tripped" a scar on your hip. An Embarrassing memory that he doesn't even have to word. You both know you had disregarded an order then too.

"From when the Deceptions captured you after you snuck into their transport." The ring around your ankle. That metal cuff had dug in deep. You couldn't even remember how long you had been a captive. You remembered him finding you. Covered in Energon and cradeling you close as he ripped the chain out of the wall. 

Metallic fingertips graze the one down your back and you look to the side, It almost feels like he is cupping his servo around you. "From Lockdown..." It's your voice that speaks. Quietly admitting guilt.

"So you are aware how insubordinate you are." he huffs, pulling away. Your skin goosebumps. The warm air is cold after his touch.

"I'm sorry Prime, I-"

"No you're not." Servos brace on the loft, Optimus leans close. Face plates right Infront of you. Daring to meet his optics, he continues, "You continuously put yourself in danger, ignoring orders meant to keep you safe. Thrill junkie? I've seen enough of them in autobot ranks. The same thing always happens." He reaches out, pushing you down onto old sacks that are surprisingly comfortable. You try not to think about the dust. Or the fact he has you caged down with his servo. Leaning over you, "dead... I will not see the same happen to you, I will sate this need for thrills."

Optimus is a very large, very heavy, and very strong robot alien. You are a naked human. Bare of any sort of protection from him. As terrifying as it is, you can't help but think the reason your shaking isn't just fear. Not when your breath hitches as he runs a metal thumb over your skin, leaving fire in it's wake. 

"I will teach you obedience." Optimus growls, "Get on your hands and knees, face away from me." He stands, servos by his side and despite leaving that small distance between you, it feels like he surrounds you. The energy he gave off, the command, the presence. Engine growling as you stare at him a moment too long. Hands and knees it is, awkwardly laid across dusty old sacks. Looking over your shoulder earns another engine growl. 

"You will not look at me. you will not look anywhere but forward." Metal fingers pull you up from laying, "hands and knees I said. You will not lay. If you look away or lay down, we will start over."

"Start ov-" A sharp sting to your ass makes you yelp and look behind you. He had... he flicked you. He was ... Optimus was spanking you. His servo hovered behind you, optics narrowed.

"I will not warn you again. Turn around."

A small huff of laughter escapes you. The giant robot was flicking your ass to spank you.

"Do you find this comical?" Another, this one harder. Enough to jolt you forward.

"N-No Optimus."

"Good." another, this time across your thighs. It made you gasp and shiver as his giant thumb smooths over the skin for a moment. A flash of quick sharp pain, followed by the just too warm to be soothing, touch. His next strike wasn't as sharp, but a solid thump almost. You fell forward and he tuts, "Start over." Another while you're still down. It makes you squeal, legs kicking up. 

"Start what over?" you question, trying to get back up, only to be pressed down so he can loom over you again. The air from his vents does nothing to cool you down.

"Can you not follow one rule?" The growl of his voice is backed by the engine and you feel it through the wood and in your body, "Hands and knees, stare forward and do not speak unless I ask you a question." Servo trailing down your body and you swear you feel his derma ghost along your skin. "Do you understand?"

"Yes... sir."

The growl becomes a purr and he moves away again. Only the sound of his internal systems, a faint buzz or whirr, letting you know he is still there. You steady your breathing, looking ahead. This was kind of intense, something you boasted about being able to take but could you? Another flick of his servo and you're struck across your ass and thighs by two digits. The metal would leave you unable to sit for a few days you were sure of it. Besides the yelp, you followed the rules, focusing on some mark in the wooden walls, gripping your fingers into the semi-soft sacks. Pain radiating from where it landed. Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself, and Optimus times it. Breathless, you cannot make a sound, but arch as that next one, a lighter smack, hits right between your legs. You might have moaned, but would that just make him start over? Was it the point of this, was he getting off? Was it just inter-galactic misunderstanding of professional discipline? Wouldn't be the first time you had to explain a porn concept was NOT to be an example.

Hot metal smooths down your back, a crooked digit rubbing against your bare cunt and- yeah, he had to be getting off on this.

"Perhaps if you learn your place, I may show you a reward." The tip presses between your lips and you whimper. "But not today." his touch is gone one moment and another strike before you can even register it. Another. Another. Some are light flicks that make you jump more from anticipation. Some are those same hard thumps that make you grit your teeth and try not to fall. Some hurt enough for you to cry out. Some between your legs making you want more as much as you want to beg him for respite.

Optimus lectures you between it all, reminding you how weak you are. How fragile. How precious. 

"You will behave." Smack, "You will follow orders," Smack, "You will not endanger yourself." Smack.

Another and you let the tears spill, a cry tears from your throat to the tune of his name. Pleading. His digit tilts your chin, pulling your head back so he can see your face.

"Hush now," his tone is softer, followed by a tutting, "you earned this. Take your punishment and redeem yourself."

A hiccup and a nod from you before he releases you. The giant's touch trailling over your cheek and shoulder, down your back. A not-so-soothing pat to the tender skin of your backside. Optimus says nothing as you press your upper body to the sacks between you and the wood of the loft. He can grant you this without comment if it means you present yourself so willingly for the rest of the punishment. Metal digits flick against your skin, till he seems satisfied and your whimpers are enough to make him think you may have learned a lesson. The skin on your thighs and ass hurts like hell, but there is a different ache as well. One that makes your rub your thighs together even as you sniffle. Damn, would this make you behave, or act out more to get this kind of treatment?

Optimus drags you towards him, scoffing at how half-heartedly you grab at the sacks and how meekly you turn in his palm to look up at him. Doe-eyed and remorseful. A bit further than he meant to take this, but you had been frustrating him so much. All he wanted to do was protect you. 

"There now... Have we learned our lesson?" You nod, sniffling. Thighs parted, you knew what you were doing. Based on the sound he made, you'd get a reward after all~

[lets-try-some-writing]

Emergency Protocols: To Preserve A Legacy

Optimus Prime has fallen, and now everyone must deal with the after effects of his sudden and horrific death. Knockout, unlike the rest of the Decepticons, has taken grim inspiration from the loss.

Part 1 here.

(Warning for robogore)

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“This is an order! Every mech will travel in a group until further notice!” Megatron’s order rang out on the bridge, earning frantic nods of understanding from every single Vehicon present. Starscream in particular seemed keen to obey an order for once and almost instantly grabbed a few Vehicons to stay by his side.

Knockout watched quietly, his optics never once leaving the screen above Megatron’s helm.

“I don’t care what you are doing or what your orders are. If I catch anyone alone, there will be consequences.” Megatron all but growled as he glared down at every one of his soldiers. Knockout’s optics cycled in quiet interest at the sight, but he refused to look away from the screen and the beginnings of grotesque suffering playing on it.

“The Autobots have begun to fall. We cannot risk such a fate ourselves.” The warlord’s words were frighteningly shaky as a video played on screen. It was a recording obviously taken by Soundwave, or perhaps Laserbeak. Whatever the case, it projected a scene of true horror.

Optimus Prime wailed in agony, his frame tearing itself apart as buds began to form all over him. One on each limb, and two great ones on his chassis and jetpack. He tore himself to pieces, ripping off armor and frantically screeching as his frame cannibilized itself to produce six new lives. That was a new record, at least in modern documentation. The largest recorded budding only produced five newbuilds. How very Optimus of him.

“Prime succumbed, and if a mech as mighty as him fell, any one of us is just as likely to suffer a similar end.” The recording zoomed in on Optimus’s expression of sheer agony as he tried to crawl on mutilated limbs. If things were different, Knockout might have gagged as he watched the Prime convulse, wheeze, and then fall still while whatever remained of him was consumed by his unwanted offspring.

As it was, Knockout found himself more intrigued than afraid, especially as the recording showed the six that came from the fallen Prime. Five of them were flight frames, an incredible oddity considering Optimus was, up until his reforging, a grounder. The sixth was the one that really caught his attention. The newbuild had Optimus’s structure, tapered waist, and overall build. But they had an interesting series of differences, a few of which felt vaguely familiar.

“Be wary! And never find yourselves alone! Until we can confirm that none of our number are liable to succumb to this brutality, this ship is on lockdown.” With a final wave of his servo, Megatron marched off, likely to hound Soundwave about something or other. The Vehicons filed off eventually, most huddled in groups of five or more to limit their fear. A few attempted to gather around Knockout, but he waved them off.

He didn’t want companionship. He had other plans.

Making his way back to the medical bay, Knockout quietly shut the door behind him and locked it. He settled at his console, tapping the device thoughtfully as he pulled up the recording of Optimus Prime’s final moments all over again. He really should have been disgusted or upset with what he was going to be seeing, but after so much loss, it was more interesting than anything else. Eventually, the Decepticons would have someone end up budding. After all, one budding meant that the situation was dire. Dire circumstances induced panic, and panic tended to make budding happen in other subjects even if their numbers were acceptable.

Stress was bound to get to them. After all, activation of the protocols needed for budding only required a deep sense of loneliness and isolation. If the crew felt that they were alone, those who were capable of budding were likely going to begin expiring one after another. The Vehicons would be fine, largely since they were the result of budding and cold forging. Empurata victims were incapable of budding since the entire section of their processor devoted to registering emotional distress was deactivated, so Shockwave would be fine. Beastformers tended to take longer to start budding, meaning that Arachnid would be alright on her own for a while. The same went for the Insecticons and the Predacons.

That left high command of both the Autobots and the Decepticons. Optimus had already keeled over, and considering how traumatic and sudden it was, Knockout didn’t doubt that someone else would follow after him. Probably Ratchet or the Prime’s unofficial ward. 

One by one, the shock and horror would get to all of them, regardless of faction.

They were well and truly slagged. Sooner or later, all the big players in the war would combust into several smaller and inexperienced idiots who would, inevitably, end the war at some point. Be it through extinction or peace, it wasn’t really important. Knockout personally had no desire to live in a world or on a restored Cybertron with a bunch of framewalkers who looked far too similar to old friends and foes for his liking. It all seemed so pointless. 

He was tired. That was the only way he had to describe the sheer apathy burning in his spark. Breakdown, his other half, was gone, taken by enemies who were now long dead and dispersed. There were no more victors to join, not when everyone would quickly be put on even ground once old grudges joined their holders in the grave. There was no point to all of it anymore. What did he have to gain from trudging ever onward? A restored homeworld? Sure, that might be nice for a grand total of five kliks, but it wouldn’t be the same without proper closure or Breakdown.

“If we’re all doomed anyway, we might as well make the most of it.” He grumbled, taking great care to not rub his face and ruin the polish, even though exhaustion weighed on him. They were all going down, so why not try and make it somewhat meaningful? Budding was a process that had not been properly studied since the Quintessons ruled. It either happened in private or it was so sudden that no real documentation could be made. Case point: Optimus’s spontaneous and gruesome death.

If he was going to die, he wanted to leave something behind and perhaps even secure his legacy with something important.

“Show me what you’ve got, sweet rims.” He pressed play on the video, leaning back in his chair as he sighed and observed Optimus’s final moments. He had to watch it three or four times before he became desensitized enough to actually start making note of things of interest, but he got there after a few sessions of wretching into his disposal unit.

Optimus’s early symptoms began with itching and, from the looks of it, twitchyness and emotional turmoil. That seemed about right overall. Then it seemed that as the budding began, tearing off armor was an instinctual response meant to allow the buds to grow without hindrance. The spine tearing out of the back appeared to just be a side effect of one of the buds developing in that location, as bones and other skeletal structures also tore free where buds developed on the Prime’s body. 

The malformation didn’t appear to be a necessary part of the process, but one that Optimus unfortunately endured due to the sheer number of buds on him. The buds themselves sucked protomatter right out of their host by liquidizing the host’s internals. A lot was lost, as evidenced by Optimus quite literally being dismeboweled via his innards turning to goo and oozing out of him. Frankly, it seemed that the process was largely streamlined. Optimus was just an unfortunate victim of Primely fertility.

If he were back on Cybertron, he might have broken the record again by producing more due to his increased mass prior to their arrival on the mudball they currently called their battlefield.

“Noted. More buds equals more pain.” He tapped the console methodically, watching again and again as Optimus wailed and endured a fate far worse than most other forms of death. Knockout took notes meticulously, observing with silent interest as he watched the buds develop over and over again. The biggest of the lot caught his attention more than the others. That one was obviously a powerhouse in the making, having Optimus’s overall frame structure. But there was something about the new build—something unique.

Once he recorded everything he could from the video, Knockout turned to the database. His digits flew across the keys until he pulled up Optimus’s record. A few passwords later, and he was looking at sensitive data that was only tenuiously confirmed. The Prime’s history in the archives, embarrassing and noteworthy developmental milestones, but most importantly, his relationships.

Optimus only had one confirmed romantic partner. The depth of their relationship was not recorded, but there were enough indicators of a spark merge having been involved for Knockout to feel fairly confident calling them Conjunxes. With that in mind, he pulled up the video again on his second screen, zooming in on the largest of the newbuilds hovering around Optimus’s battered corpse. 

He looked at Elita-One’s picture and then at the newbuild. The similarities were obvious. The frame shape, the kibble placement, even the newbuild’s optics. All of them were similar to Elita. Had the spark merged influenced the budding to produce a newbuild that possessed Optimus and Elita’s traits?

“A spark merge affecting a newbuild... it’s certainly not impossible.” He tapped the console with more frequency as he considered the possibilities. If all of high command was going to keel over, Knockout most likely included, why shouldn’t he research the process? Why shouldn’t he make the most of it? For Optimus and Elita to have produced a bud that carried both their traits after what might have only been a single spark merge...

He stood up sharply, his optics widened as he glanced over at the single piece of Breakdown’s armor he’d taken from the corpse as a keepsake. It sat innocently on his shelf, a reminder of the loss and now a symbol of possible hope.

“One merge. It only took them one merge.” He reached out to collect the piece of armor, a dark plan forming in the back of his processor. He didn’t necessarily want to die, but it was going to happen anyway. Sooner or later, he’d drop dead and spawn something that was but an echo of himself. Why not die on his own terms? He could study the process of budding and, if things worked out, preserve Breakdown’s legacy as well.

He’d keep his reputation as Cybertron’s finest medic through his research, and he’d be able to honor his fallen partner before joining him. It saved him from having to go on endlessly without the mech he loved most, and it meant that all his loose ends would be neatly tied up. He wouldn’t have to live in a world not his own with mecha mimicking the dead.

It would be painful, but he could limit that to a certain extent. 

"Well, Breakdown, it seems I’ll be seeing you soon enough.” A grin wormed its way onto Knockout’s features as he laughed and carried the piece of plating over to his workbench. There was much to do, and considering the panic amongst the crew, very little time.

“Lord Megatron, I’ll be performing a little analysis on some sensitive material over the course of the next deca-cycle or so. Don’t worry if I’m unavailable; my research will prove quite useful, I’m certain.” He sent his message to Megatron with quiet glee as he settled at his workbench. He had preparations to see to and he couldn’t afford an interruption. Not now.

“All alone now. It’s just us, Breakie.” Tapping the piece of plating, Knockout laughed again before gathering his determination to drop the piece into a vat. He placed the vat into one of his extractors and stepped back, looking over himself and his medical bay. While CNA was being extracted from Breakdown’s plating, Knockout could begin his real work.

He spent a whole cycle thinking through Optimus’s fate and preparing for every eventuality. He methodically, albeit with much chagrin, removed his outer armor. He would rather not endure the pain of ripping it all off in a frenzied madness and so opted to skip that step altogether. Once that was all removed, he began preparing various painkillers of different doses. Too much at one time might have a negative effect on himself or his spawn, so a gentle ramping up of the solution would be necessary. The finished solutions were left near the medical berth, ready to be used.

For good measure, he adjusted the straps on the medical berth to activate the moment he laid down and to deactivate once his vitals dropped beyond a certain threshold. He couldn’t risk the buds, not when they were going to be so vital to his goals.

“As much as I pride myself on my finish, I do think you’ll forgive me this once for not sporting the red you adored so much.” Knockout found himself laughing more and more in the quiet of his medical bay by just the second cycle of work. He had gone to great pains to continually keep himself from heading out for any reason, and so far it seemed to be working. He could feel a faint tingle underneath his plating.

He wasn’t quite sure if it was nerves getting to him or not, but as he handled a full vial of Breakdown’s CNA, he reassured himself of his goal. He was going to do this and document the whole affair.

This was fine. He was going to be fine. He wanted this. He’d get to see Breakdown again.

Right?

“Breakdown, I hope you aren’t going to be too upset. I’m doing this for both of us.” He spoke into the open air, quietly and with more than a little hesitance. It took all of his mental fortitude to keep it together when Megatron called him.

“Knockout, what in the Unmaker’s name are you doing?” The warlord’s glyphs were harsh and layered with over a dozen vaguely fearful undertones. Knockout would have grinned, but he couldn’t blame Megatron for being afraid. Optimus was dead. The Prime of Cybertron was not only gone, but the first to have perished. In a way, Knockout envied him. To be the first meant Optimus didn’t have to watch everyone crumble around him.

“Lord Megatron, as I stated in my previous message, I am working on something of incredible importance. Don’t worry your pretty little helm about it. The experiment shall conclude in a few cycles, just as planned.” He kept up his usual attitude of cockiness as he stared at scans he’d taken of his frame. According to what his machinery was gathering, his frame was starting to swell in places, small pockets of protomatter less than an inch in side, all forming one by one all over him like organic skin pores.

It was rather disgusting to think about it in that light.

“Do you have assistants with you? I will not risk this vessel’s only medical expert offlining.” Knockout fought back a scoff as he held the vial of Breakdown’s extracted CNA. He fiddled with the container, smiling as he replied.

“Of course. I have my most trusted assistant right by my side.” Megatron made a noise of agreement before shutting down the comm link. Knockout leaned against his console, fondling the vial a while longer as he looked up at his scans. 

Soon. Very soon.

The cycles wore on, and as they did, Knockout dutifully documented the changes. His need for fuel had drastically decreased, a sign of his frame preparing for something or other. Additionally, he was recharging more and more often and for longer periods of time. A certain level of lethargy hung in his limbs, making it difficult for him to continually make note of his circumstances and not leave his medical bay despite how much base instinct tried to get him to move and go toward where he knew there were others.

Megatron bothered him every now and then, but Knockout was quite skilled at keeping his tone even. The warlord suspected nothing, just like Knockout wanted. This was meant to be special—just him and Breakdown. He didn’t want his boss to come kicking the door down in an attempt to stop what had already begun and ruin the significance of it all.

“Till all are one... you know, Breakdown, I never really believed in that lovely quote from the Primacy. But I think it makes more sense now that we’re going to make something beautiful together.” He was tired, so very tired. But looking into the faint blue glow of the vial containing all that was left of his other half, Knockout found something akin to peace settling in his spark. His frame ached, but soon everything would be better.

“I miss when you held me in your arms and complimented my features. I don’t think I ever told you that the reason I kept up the red was because you liked it so much.” Leaning back in his chair, Knockout held the vial to his chassis, closing his optics in order to pretend that somehow, through some miracle, Breakdown was with him. He imagined firm servos on his shoulders, massaging tense cables and helping him unwind after a long cycle. 

Fond memories supplied him with a cheerful laugh filled with nothing but adoration as he and Breakdown playfully bantered, exchanging gossip like there wouldn’t be consequences if they were caught distracted. He recalled all their frantic couplings, never daring to risk taking too long to be one in mind and spark for fear of punishment. He wished he’d taken more time back then. He wished he’d savored the protective warmth of his companion’s spark brushing up against his own in the most intimate of kisses.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them from taking you.” Coolant gathered in his optics as his frame began to heat up in response to his unsettling emotional state. He felt the drops roll down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He merely held the chilled vial close, desperately longing for a spark signature that was long gone. It was clinical, so very clinical... and there was no warmth to be found.

“I’m sorry, I’m too weak to go on without you. I know… I know you’d want me to live life to the fullest in your absence, but I can’t.” His composure cracked as he looked up at the ceiling, trying not to gaze around his medical bay in the vain hope that his beloved might still be there, gathering supplies or sorting through datapads on his behalf. 

He could hardly vent; it hurt so much.

“Not without you.” Primus was cruel to take a mech as good as Breakdown so soon.

The itching started around the fifth cycle of his isolation. It was faint at first, but then it grew more and more difficult to ignore. It felt like he was bloated, almost as if he had a series of microscopic tears in every single one of his fuel lines. He scratched without meaning to more often than not, and more than once he had to set his door to lock automatically to keep himself from running out.

Itching, itching, itching.

He wished Breakdown were there to caress his frame, chasing away the discomfort with loving touches and soothing words. For such a big mech, he was so very kind. 

But Breakdown was gone. He’d been gone for months now. All Knockout had left was a vial of his CNA. His forever’s final gift and remnant.

By the sixth cycle, taking decent notes was all but impossible. He settled on setting up a camera just above the medical berth for when he inevitably met his end. He was fidgety, itching, and nervous in a way he’d never been before. Sometimes he found himself pacing, muttering nonsense that he only managed to stop through sheer force of will.

The itch never stopped. 

Emotional codes became tangled and out of place. Priority calculations shifted and left him paranoid, leading Knockout to try and perform manual labor more than once before realizing he was out of his designated role. His protocols were blaring all the time, drowning out his vision with demands for him to find a group and to get to safety. He screamed at some point, clutching his helm and whimpering at how overwhelming it all was.

How had Prime dealt with it all before death all but snuck up on him?

On what he assumed was the seventh cycle, the itch turned to an infuriating burn. Clawing at his protoform and base armor wasn’t enough. It hurt, so much so that he could hardly see straight, much less make any logical decisions. All he had the strength to do was jab and IV with his painkillers into his arm and inject himself with Breakdown’s precious CNA before he collapsed onto his medical berth, the straps clamping down on his limbs.

The vial was discarded on the ground, empty, and used. Despite the fact that it no longer had anything of Breakdown left in it, Knockout wished he could hold it, if only to comfort himself as the pain increased.

Panic set in not long after the straps finished tightening. His venting hitched as the burn worsened. For a moment, he regretted every life decision he’d ever made, including his idiotic choice to go down in flames like he was taking one for the team. When had he ever been a team player? What the frag was wrong with him?

“Slag. This is going to hurt.” He winced, biting back a cry as he felt the first tears begin to form along his protoform. Optimus had skipped this part entirely, going straight for bone obliteration and internal shredding. Knockout almost wished he could do the same as cracks began running along his limbs, the angle of the medical berth letting him see how energon and protomatter started to swell in the wounds.

The painkillers were his salvation as he watched in grim fascination, observing as his very protoform bubbled as if an inflamed fuel line was growing and threatening to burst right beneath the surface layer of his very being. He bit his lower derma as his protoform continued to bulge, finally bursting in his legs and in his right arm. He didn’t dare cry out, instead forcefully silencing himself for as long as possible.

Screams would draw attention. Sound would ruin this precious moment between himself and what he was going to make. This was a family matter, his and Breakdown’s last gift to the world. It couldn’t be interrupted.

Cables burst, spurting energon that trickled down the medical berth and pooled on the ground beneath him. Wires and various connectivity tissues pulsed and all but slithered as the buds started to take shape. It hurt like slag, but it wasn’t as bad as it likely would have been without painkillers. The scene itself was still a work of horror, especially as the small mounds began to grow, their mass pushing aside everything else.

“Looks like at least one of these buds is going to turn out just like you, Breakdown! They’ve got your size already!” Knockout laughed, lost in medically induced mania as the bud on his left leg swelled and caused the entire limb to bloat. His pede shifted, deforming before snapping off entirely to allow the bud to consume the stump. Knockout did end up screaming as his bones snapped under the weight of the thing, every pain receptor in the limb activating in hot waves of agony.

The bone stuck out from his leg, jutting at an odd angle and glittering blue as if Primus himself had thrown some sort of polish on it. Knockout could see every single micro-connector within the broken skeletal structure, still pulsing with charge. The medic in him screamed, demanding he heal the wound. But he was well aware of his doom. The metal around his abdomen was already graying, a sign of severe energon loss.

There was no stopping it now.

The chorus of suffering was only added to as the two other buds performed similarly. The smaller one on his right leg bulged and crawled up his limb like mold, eating away at his plating with acidic effects that revealed delicate circitry that sizzled and popped as they were corroded. Knockout couldn’t have possibly predicted that outcome with how the bud on his left leg was acting. The one on his arm hurt the most, surprisingly. Knockout could hardly see through the coolant, causing his vision to become hazy, but he did note his digits doing the same thing that Optimus’s had before his death. They increased in size, the plating oozing with protomatter before cracking and all but exploding to make way for the bud.

The remnants of his digits were nothing more than thin skeletal bones connected only by tender ligaments, which had quickly begun to lose their strength. 

He shrieked as the painkillers were overridden by the sheer amount of torment assaulting him. There was no comfort to be found as he started to flail, composure fleeing him as he cried out for anyone to help him. He was sure he screamed for Breakdown most, but at some point he must have cried for someone else as well, because he started to hear murmurs outside his medical bay. A Vehicon must have noted his wails.

“Breakdown-!” He sobbed against his restraints, hardly able to watch as more and more parts of his very frame tore themselves apart. The buds did not climb higher than their sectioned limbs, but they consumed, ripped, and tore. There was so much blue. So much blue...

Crack after crack, cry after cry. It blended into a meaningless babble. 

At some point, the agony almost entirely ceased as weight dropped off Knockout like a heavy burden long forgotten. The straps holding him came undone, leaving him to lay there, bleeding out and struggling to keep his fans running. The relief he felt was palpable as he reveled in the lack of pain. Although the chill that crept into what remained of his frame did little to comfort him.

Once he’d cleared the coolant from his optics, he mustered the will to look toward the ground where the three buds floundered. The sticky mounds convulsed, thin stick-like limbs jutting out in almost spider-like fashion before more living metal could wreath the limb in musculature and mass. The things looked horrifying as faces tore themselves from the masses, gaping intakes and lightless optics appearing half melted before they convulsed a few more times and finally booted online.

Knockout’s venting slowed as energon loss began to set in. The painkillers were finally doing their slagging job, giving him a half-decent look at his spawn as they stood up one by one, looking over their frames with the innocence of the newly forged. The newbuilds were so very fascinating, so very... Breakdown, each in their own way.

“You are not supposed to be alive.” The biggest of the bunch, a heavy-set newbuild with a rounded helm structure and bright headlights already in formation, addressed Knockout quietly. There was no mockery, no insults, merely an observation. This was like him. Knockout could see it in the red optics that met his own. They were modeled just like Breakdown’s.

“Just had to make sure... that you lot carried Breakdown... in your CNA as well.” His voice came out as little more than a pitiful wheeze, but Knockout didn’t have the presence of mind of care as the other two stared at him. The smallest of the ground was also quite a bulky thing, another of Breakdown’s traits. They shone with gold optics, so reminiscent of his beloved.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, originator.” The smallest one looked him up and down, likely assessing the horror that was Knockout’s devastated frame. He managed a grim laugh at that, even as his senses started to dull.

“You look just like him.” Knockout coughed up energon, his spark flaring painfully in remembrance as the last of the newbuilds waved to him shyly. The newbuild was blue and orange, looking almost exactly like his other creator in all but accenting paint and digits. He had Knockout’s claws, a fact that brought him no small amount of pride.

“You’ve done well, originator. Return to your Conjunx. We will take over from here.” The biggest of the newbuilds touched Knockout’s helm, caressing his helm crest and audials in a fond manner. His venting hitched again, this time in loss as he looked over all three of his spawn.

Breakdown would have been thrilled to meet them.

“Your… designations?” His vision started to fail him as he stared at the three. They shared a look, and then all of them smiled.

“Flatline of Knockout and Breakdown.” The largest answered first, bringing more tears to Knockout’s optics as he heard both his and his beloved’s designation. They were both honored here.

“Quickmix.” The smallest replied curtly, but they were kind enough to touch Knockout’s shoulder in their form of a silent goodbye. They reminded Knockout of himself when he was young. At least this one would have siblings to help them along.

“Wildbreak... of Knockout and Breakdown.” The last of the bunch uttered their name quietly, but with a hint of awe. Knockout couldn’t help but smile as his vision failed him and the touches of his three creations lingered on his frame.

This... this had been worth it.

“We did it… Breakdown.” His voice was lost as his hearing started to putter out. The last thing he heard was his door crashing down and the booming voice of Megatron echoing in his medical bay.

“KNOCKOUT-!”

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Would the cons mate with the autobots, or no? I know Lockdown would pounce on Prowl.

Oh, Lockdown definitely would. 😎

Prowl would kick him tho.

As for your question, maybe. 🤔 If they could get past the animosity, hah!!!

[bird-in-the-space]

The Siblings of Fate: Primeverse

The Primeverse version of the Siblings of Fate

Warnings: mentions of the kids getting kidnapped, tossed over a bridge, falling, violence, Lockdown, mentions of being slaves, fighting cons, killing Lockdown, mentions of having trauma, a bit of angst, and comfort.

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- The Autobots and Decepticons would learn about your existence when they discovered an empty pod that bore a mark of Quintessons. The pod would be first found by the bots who would be unnerved by the mark as Quintessons are the ancient enemy of Cybertron and seeing something of theirs on Earth was usually a bad omen. However, telling from the state of the pod, whatever was inside had left decades ago. Since there was nothing else they could find out from the pod— it was left alone. 

- However, not too long after, the famous bounty hunter, Lockdown, arrived on Earth. 

- They would be worried about his presence as he was known for his notorious methods of hunting down his bounties. But their attention would be caught when they found out he was working for the Quintessons and looking for the lost contents of the pod. Through a brief confrontation, they got to see the targets of his bounty and the bounty showed pictures of you, Lyra, and Bria, two clones and a runaway slave. Apparently, you had escaped from your creators and now they wanted you back. 

- The bots would be pretty shocked to know that there was a clone of Optimus and Megatron on Earth. Optimus would then recall a moment when he and Megatron were taken captive by the Quintessons and that they intended to clone warriors from their sparks. It was one of the last times he and Megatron worked together to chase them out. 

- Optimus would then decide they would help you as Quintessons were Cybertron’s sworn enemy and that you didn’t deserve to suffer under them again. 

- They would locate you through Lockdown and come to Witwicky. There they would discover Lockdown having kidnapped Tristan and Dovelyn in order to lure you out. The Autobots would confront him and try to save the two. Miko, Jack, and Raf, who were brought along in case of encountering humans, helped free the two and escape, but then Lockdown would grab Miko and Tristan and throw them off the bridge. 

- You would then appear just in time to catch them in mid-air before they could hit the ground and safely tuck them in helicopter seats. Lyra and Bria would then arrive and attack Lockdown, forcing him to retreat as he was outnumbered. 

- That’s how you and your sisters would meet the Autobots. They would be pretty shocked to meet you in person, but be grateful for your fast actions. Lyra looked much different compared to Optimus, but you nearly shared the same appearance as Megatron. One of the only differences you had were your gentle blue optics and the helicopter blades attached to your back. 

- You three would be pretty nervous to meet them as you had thought you were the only transformers on earth. You introduced yourselves and agreed to come to their base to have a talk. 

- They shared why Lockdown was after you and you then revealed how you had escaped from your creators many years ago and made your home on Earth. You were aware that you were clones but had no idea from whom you were cloned. 

- Optimus and bots would then tell you and your sisters about Cybertron and the war between Autobots and Decepticons as you had no clues about them till now. 

- You would be pretty disturbed to learn about Megatron and what he was like. He was nothing you imagined. 

- Ratchet would be pretty appalled to know how little you and your sisters knew about Cybertron. He already thought it weird that you had taken human names but was shocked that you knew nothing of the homeworld of transformers. 

- Bria would then chip in and ramble about the beauty of Earth. She would then reveal about her energon flower project which would gain his interest. He would question where she learned such engineering, and she would smile as she learned to do it through online classes. Ratchet would scoff and complain about human education. However, he said he could help to perfect it since it could help both of your groups. 

- The bot's looks of reluctance toward you were noticeable. It was most likely because you looked like the leader of their enemy. One unintentional remark about you caused your sisters, Tristan and Dovelyn to be protective of you. However, you handled it maturely and said that even if you were Megatron’s clone, it did not mean you were anything like him. This would make the bots feel more at ease and be surprised by your calmness and understanding. 

- Miko would comment how you were too nice to be Megatron’s clone. 

- When you learned about Lockdown’s bounty on you, Tristan would plead for them to help you. You, Lyra, and Bria had been part of his whole life. You were his family and he was not willing to lose you. 

- Optimus and the bots assured that they would help. Decepticons were evil, but Quintessons were even more evil. No one deserved to live under their rule. 

- Together you formulated a plan to deal with Lockdown. 

- The plan was simple. To ensure, Lockdown would not be able to fulfill his bounty or escape and lead the Quintessons to you, you would destroy his ship, trapping him on Earth, and if there was no other way, end his life as he proved himself to be a danger to humans. 

- You intended to use yourself as bait to lure him out. But when he showed up and all was going according to plan, the Decepticons showed up, causing you to be separated from your sisters and the Autobots. 

- This caused your sisters to fight more savagely. Lyra ripped the Vehicons apart with her blades, and Bria even used her bow to strike them down like holding a bat. The rest of the cons would be frightened off by them. Lyra and Bria would then panic as you and Lockdown were nowhere to be seen. 

- They would then locate you when they heard fighting some distance away. 

- You absolutely pommelled Lockdown to the ground, fuelled by rage when he attempted to take you when the others were distracted. Lockdown tried to escape when he realized your sisters and the Autobots found him, but you did not allow him to escape. You then finished him off by plunging your blade into his chassis, snuffing out his spark. 

- The Autobots would be pretty unnerved by the sight as you now reminded them of Megatron. However, your sisters saw the familiar mix of fear and instinct to fight in your optics, so they carefully approached and calmed you down. 

- When you came back to your senses, you breathed heavily and shivered when you remember being overtaken by fear — of being taken back to your creators. The events of the hunting grounds of Quintessa had become fresh in your mind again and caused your instinct to fight back till you died to return. 

- Your sisters comforted you and assured you were safe now that Lockdown was gone. 

- The bots would feel pity when they heard about your experience and realize this was more like a trauma response.  

- After the whole ordeal, you and your sisters wished to return to your family and continue your life with them. 

- The bots would respect this decision. However, as Decepticons were a threat to your home, you and your sisters promised to help them when needed. You would keep open coms with them as whenever you met, they would teach little about Cybertron and Ratchet would help Bria perfect her energon flower project. Soon enough you were able to farm energon flowers and kept a careful lookout for Megatron and his cons. 

[lillified]

decepticon summer fun!

[driftsart]

if its okay, could u explain who’s in Tarns group, who’s in Megatron’s group, and which decepticons are captured and if they are treated Kindly there?

(if u don’t get message i might like resend it just in case because i know you have loads of asks :)

Sure!

In Megatron's group as of right now, there's Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Soundwave's cassettes, Starscream's seekers, knockout, breakdown, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thunderblast, Lockdown, Swindle, Hook, and Blitzwing (before his capture)

(Megaempress and her group are another thing)

The main ones being:

Tarn's group isn't really complete yet, so far I only have Tarn and his most trusted sidekick and mad scientist, Arachnid. (I'm still working on that group lmao)

As for the Decepticons that were captured,

The only surviving one at the moment is Blitzwing, and he's not doing too well. Sentinel keeps prisoners in a hidden area of cybertron's autobot base, and it's hell in there (kinda like a concentration camp (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠))

Blitzwing's gets a little help from Bee, an autobot who sneaks in sometimes to give Blitzwing the necessities (like energon/food?) in return for some "truth/stories"

[sug4r-melon]

Lockdown has so much rizz he was able to seduce a stone cold autobot and Prowl has so much rizz he was able to bring out the best in a ruthless bounty hunter and kinda sorta redeem him

[mychlapci]

Thinking abt TFA Team Prime being turned into cocksluts by making them huff the Decepticon’s smelly spikes and it’s driving me nuts.

Just think abt it, the Decepticons getting annoyed by Team Prime constantly ruining their plans and missions and then deciding to get them out of the way by turning them into sluts by pinning them down and shoving their spikes in their faces. As it turns out, it is very affective in making them submit to them.

Hghhhh bro I just imagined Blurr finding out Longarm was Shockwave and instead of turning him into a cubed blob Shockwave instead pins him down and smears his fat cock across his face and Blurr just melts, face heating and valve undeniably wet. He tries to stay strong, he tries to pull away from the Decepticon but his scent.. the musky and filthy smell just made his resolve weaken. Shockwave only sneers at him and fucks his wet valve on the spot, laughing and jeering at him while he moans and squeals like a slut, obviously out of it from the musky smell.

And as it turns out, fucking them with a big, smelly spike is a sure way to get them on your side. Blurr becomes Shockwave’s informant in the Autobots, making him tell him what exactly their next move is while pounding his valve with his fat spike. And if he tries to refuse (which he did MANY times) just threaten him with not spiking him again. He appears to accept it at first, but as time goes on he becomes more and more desperate for his smelly cock to the point where he ends up grinding his bare and soppy valve over Shockwave’s spike panel, begging him to fuck him through tears.

The one time Blurr did actually try to stay away from Shockwave, he didn’t even last a week before becoming so dizzy he nearly passed out in the middle of a meeting from the amount of charge running through his frame. “Longarm” showed concern and graciously offered to take him back to his hab so he could rest. The moment they entered Blurr’s room the speedster was practically sobbing, getting on his knees and licking at Shockwave’s panel to let him get a taste of his filthy spike. Shockwave had him squealing like a turbo fox in heat the entire night.

Omg just imagine Megatron slapping his hefty spike on Optimus’ valve folds and grinning as Optimus tries desperately to resist the temptation but in the end folds like wet paper when the thick ridge of his spike slides over his node. The smell would probably affect him the most considering Megatron (arguably one of the biggest Decepticons) smears his smelly spike all over Optimus (who is probably the same height as like his thigh or something) and he is just so weak for it. He just can’t resist. It’s so addictive.

Huh, maybe the smell of the Decepticon’s spikes have some aphrodisiac properties to them. The more filthy they are, the more addictive it is. Team Prime is effectively staying out of their way now provided that they don’t go disturb the human cities and Blurr is now a mole for the Decepticons and feeding Shockwave information while he fucks his wet valve.

I feel like Prowl would’ve been the first to fold tho, once a slut, always a slut and he really cannot resist big, mean, and ruthless Decepticons like Lockdown <3

mhm scent kink! oh I bet Shockwave has an especially smelly spike, it's all cramped in there as he spends his days as Longarm, it's no wonder one whiff had Blurr on his knees, worshipping it. hrghh the entirety of Team Prime should get addicted to the smell of nasty decepticon spikes. Maybe even the Elite Guard.

[in1-nutshell]

How would the tfa bots and cons react to a bot who is starscream twin brother base on his shattering glass counterpart

Since there isn't too much information on TFA Starscream's personality I mixed it a bit with IDW's Shattered Glass Starscream. Buddy the loyal Decepticon and Starscream the backstabber, who would have thought them being twins?

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Starscreams Twin brother with the same personality as SG! Starscream

SFW, familial, platonic, slight mention of injury but nothing graphic or detailed, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFA

No one knows how this happened. It is one of the greatest mysteries unknown to Cybertron. How can the most loyal member of the Decepticon ranks, almost at par with Lugnut levels of loyalty, be related (much less twin) to the most backstabbing and whiny Second in command of its army? How could this soldier of the greatest armies in the galaxy be so found of science and organics?

Optimus Prime

When they first met, Prime thought that Buddy might have been another Starscream clone right off the bat. But it isn’t until he sees some kibble differences and overall different aura, that he realizes that that mech is no clone.

“You’re not Starscream! Who are you?”--Optimus

“Wow! First, that axe is very strong. What type of alloy is it made of? Getting off topic, my name is Buddy. A proud Decepticon under Megatron’s alligence.”--Buddy

“Are you some sort of clone like the others?”--Optimus

“Nope. Completely original. I get that I look like Starscream a lot actually. But there’s so many differences!”--Buddy

“oh, well—”--Optimus

“Not to mention being his Spark twin can really work up your circuits you know?”--Buddy

“…What?”--Optimus

Prime literally stops fighting for a good couple of seconds after hearing this. Buddy takes this opportunity and flies away. Optimus remembers reading on some Decepticon files back at the academy and through his ‘history videos’.

Buddy lets the Prime go to go see off.

Prime is even more confused the next time he sees Buddy actively fighting alongside Megatron and making a good team?

He has never seen Starscream fight alongside him like that, and he is second in command. Optimus almost admires Buddy’s loyalty and admiration to Megatron whenever some bot talks ill of the Warlord.

When the Prime and Buddy have the next fight one-on-one He does give an effort to try and persuade Buddy to join the Autobots side.

“You know it’s a shame that you fight for the Decepticons, Buddy.”--Optimus

“Oh, is it little Prime?”--Buddy

“Yes, --WOW!— Which is why I’m offering you a spot with the Autobots!”--Optimus

“Well now this is weird then.”--Buddy

“Why is—Watch it!—Weird?”--Optimus

“Because I was going to offer you a spot in our ranks too!”--Buddy

“…Huh?”--Optimus

“Oh boy, Hey Autobots! I think I broke your leader!”--Buddy

Ratchet

Oh, they have met before.

It was a few missions before the Lockdown incident back in the final days of the war.

He had been helping a wounded bot when he was suddenly face to face with a blaster. It would have gone off if Buddy had not interfered.

“Die Autobot scum!”—Random Decepticon

“Hey!”--Buddy

“Commander Buddy?!”—Random Decepticon

“Do you see this mech? This is a medic! We do not shoot medics with the wounded!”--Buddy

“But sir he is an Auto—”—Random Decepticon

“I do not care which side he is on! No one shoots the medics! Do you understand me!”--Buddy

“Yes sir!”—Random Decepticon

“Good. I will deal with this. Get back to base for regroup.”--Buddy

“Yes Comander.”—Random Decepticon

“…”--Ratchet

“I know you don’t trust me. But trust this one thing. Run.”--Buddy

Ratchet hadn’t seen or heard of that Decepticon since that day. When they meet again it was almost as if history repeated itself. Lugnut was about to detonate his bomb when Buddy held his arm back.

“Buddy!?”--Lugnut

“Lugnut! Megatron needs—”--Buddy

Zooom!

“We have to stop meeting like this doctor.”--Buddy

“What made you stop him this time?”—Ratchet

Straight to the point I see.”--Buddy

“You could have killed me and the kid. Why didn’t you do it?”--Ratchet

“…The organic child you have… are they all right?”--Buddy

…Yes, she’s fine.”--Ratchet

“Good.”--Buddy

Ratchet has conflicted feelings now whenever he is on the battlefield with him. At least he knows now that Buddy has a soft spot for organic life forms.

Bumblebee

Oh, he does not care.

Like Optimus he first thinks that he is some Starscream clone.

Doesn’t really care that they aren’t.

He does stop when he is told that they are Starscreams twin brother.

But he quickly continues fighting.

If he is related to Starscream then he has to be just as bad as him, right?

“He is just some slimly Con like the rest of them! Maybe just as bad as Screamer.”--Bumblebee

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”--Ratchet

“What do you mean. If anything, you should be agreeing with me!”—Bumblebee

“He has saved my life before. Twice actually.”--Ratchet

“Excuse me what?”—Bumblebee

Bumblebee does feel a bit conflicted on hearing Ratchets stories on Buddy. He is a Decepticon… but they also saved Ratchets life twice!

He will still shoot at him but this time more for injury than anything else.

Sari

She has a mini vendetta against cons since they took her dad from her.

Jokes around with Bee calling them Lugnut 2.0.

But where are the conflicting feelings?

Here they are.

Takes time after Sari finds out she is a techno organic.

Sari had been caught in the crosshairs of Lugnuts servo and crashed on to the ground under a billboard. What she didn’t know was that the billboard had been damaged and was no falling. Her jetpack as damaged and she just froze in place.

“SARI!”—Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead

“KID!”--Ratchet

“NO!”--Prowl

She could hear the shouts of her friends but the only thing she was focusing on was the falling billboard and debris that was coming closer and closer.

Buddy who had seen the damage shrieked and flew over to the girl and used his body to shield her from the billboard and debris effectively covering them both. Sari remembered hearing a shriek and a couple of servos pulling her to the bot’s chassis all she could do was close her eyes. When she opened them again, she was face to face with Buddy.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”--Buddy

“What? Yeah, I’m okay I think.”--Sari

“Oh, that’s a relief.”--Buddy

“Why did you do that?”--Sari

“You have no part in our war. I refuse to have anyone civilian deaths that are not necessary.”--Buddy

“But you’re a Decepticon?”--Sari

“Just because I’m a Decepticon does not mean I hate organic life like my twin or companions.”--Buddy

“Oh, yeah Starscream’s your twin, right?”--Sari

“Exactly young one.”--Buddy

“BUDDY!”--Starscream

“Oh, I think that our rescuers.”--Buddy

A dozen servos suddenly shout out pulling and yanking the debris from off Buddy. Sari was still in his grasp protectively shielding her from any harm. When Buddy came out, he was almost knocked down by Starscream’s hug.

“OH, THANK PRIMUS! BUDDY! HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A DUMB—OH PRIMUS YOU’RE HURT! LUGNUT GRAB HIM WE ARE GETTING OUT OF HERE!”—Starscream

“Screamy, hold on—”--Buddy

“FOR THE GREAT AND GLORIOUS LEADER MEGATRON!”--Lugnut

“Prime! Catch!”--Buddy

Buddy tossed Sari to Optimus as he was literally picked up and flown away for repairs. The team crowded around Sari trying to see if any damage was done. Not a single scratch was on her head.

Buddy was the one who took the damage.

She now thinks very differently of the Con.

Bulkhead

Bulkhead’s interaction with Buddy was under peculiar circumstances.

Bulkhead was battling it out with Scrapper, Mixmaster, and Dirt Boss when Buddy had arrived. Buddy looked like he was out for blood. Bulkhead thought it was for him and got ready to clobber the new Decepticons.

“Dirt Boss! Mix Master! Scrapper! Where are you?!”--Buddy

“Umm… hi?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, an Autobot. Don’t worry I’m not here for you.”--Buddy

To his surprise, Buddy went after the Constructicon’s instead.

As it turned out, Dirt Boss had Mix Master and Scrapper mess with Starscream’s wings because ‘he was too loud’.

“You, Autobot. What’s your designation?”--Buddy

“My name is Bulkhead.”--Bulkhead

“Good. Now Bulkhead, would you care to help me pound these dirty Con’s to the ground?”--Buddy

“But aren’t they on your same team?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, they were. But that changed the moment they decided to mess and hurt Starscream’s wings. So, you in or out?”—Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

“We are just roughing them up a bit.”--Buddy

“I’m in!”—Bulkhead

Together the two of them punted the Con’s into Lake Erie.

“Wow. You really have the strength for this Bulkhead.”--Buddy

“Oh, thanks—”--Bulkhead

“I’m also sensing some untapped potential. That’s some potential that the Decepticons could use. What do you say Bulkhead?”--Buddy

“No thanks! I’m good being an Autobot.”--Bulkhead

“Well at least you’re polite. Until we meet again Bulkhead.”--Buddy

Buddy then transformed and flew into the night. Now Bulkhead really doesn’t want to hit him.

Prowl

Attacks Buddy straight on.

He is one of the smallest members on the team, besides Bumblebee. He sees something coming at him he is going to strike at it. Buddy actually had gotten a tip about Prowl over a conversation he heard from Swindle and Lockdown.

Buddy sees an opportunity. Having a bot with such incredible talents would certainly give the Decepticon’s an edge in this war.

“Hello there—Woah!”--Buddy

“That was a warning.”--Prowl

“I just came here to offer—”--Buddy

“The next one goes through your servo.”--Prowl

“Fine. I’ll come another day.”--Buddy

Prowl is dodging all these requests like the Draft.

Except this time, he is making sure he doesn’t get caught.

Megatron

Ah, yes, his favorite soldier.

“Megatron.”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Megatron

“I have the equipment necessary for the next phase of the plan.”--Buddy

“Excellent. At least some bots here are doing their work. You are dismissed.”--Megatron

“Yes, sir.”—Buddy

Don’t tell Lugnut.

Not only does Buddy offer him just loyalty, but because he also treats him as a mech, not some deity. He tries not to hurt Starscream too much whenever he is around.

They don’t make loyal soldiers like they used to.

Is willing to overlook some of Buddy’s softer behaviors on the battlefield because he always brings in good results back.

Starscream

He loves his spark twin.

It might not seem like it at first. Afterall their personalities contradict themselves. But if you have been around them long enough you can see the undying loyalty between these two brothers.

“I hate you and your organic meddling. How can you even stand them?”--Starscream

“Love you too Screamy. And they are called humans. Only some of them are dirty, not all brother.”--Buddy

Starscream and Buddy are very protective of each other.

Which is one of the reasons why Starscreams punishments have gone down with Buddy being around. Buddy is just and fair, starscream is not. That’s why sometimes Buddy will not interfere with Megatrons punishements, because Starscream deserved it. But that doesn’t mean he is heartless.

He always patches up his brother after every punch shot or anything.

 

“You know, if you’d stop trying to over thrown our leader maybe then I wouldn’t have to pound out all the dents in your wings.”--Buddy

“You’ll be thanking me when I do become leader.”--Starscream

“Sure, Screamy keep telling yourself that.”--Buddy

Blitzwing

His personalities clash whenever he is around.

Icy prefers Buddy’s presence a lot more than Hothead. It’s one of the only other intelligent being he can talk to.

“Did you recalibrate you blasters yet?”--Icy

“Not yet. Which circuits did you use to hotwire Lugnuts?”--Buddy

“The red one.”—Icy

Hothead can’t stand him on some days claiming him to be going soft. Other times he will get mad at Buddy for getting hurt over meaningless things.

“If you hadn’t thought about going after that organic, I wouldn’t have to help haul you off to the Med bay!”--Hothead

“Is that right?”--Buddy

“I could be scouting outside right now. But no! You had to get hit by a billboard!”--Hothead

Random likes to play games with Buddy and make random sounds. He has a whole record on weird noises to play with Buddy.

Sesame Street theme song starts playing.

“IT’S BEEN 3 HOURS! TURN IT OFF!”--Starscream

Distant giggles

Buddy always vouches for him whenever someone makes a comment on his different personalities.

All three of them like that

Lugnut

If he is going anywhere were Blitzwing isn’t Buddy is his next pick.

He knows that buddy can be trusted with sensitive things concerning the all glorious leader Megatron.

“Buddy. I have an important message for Lord Megatron.”--Lugnut

“If it’s another poem about his greatness, I suggest you not take it to him today. He is having a bad day today.”--Buddy

“…Please?”--Lugnut

“… Give me the data pad.”--Buddy

He very much apprentice Buddy sticking up for him whenever someone’s comments make an unnecessary jab to his ‘obsession’.

Buddy has a lot of brownie points on Lugnut’s book.

Blackarchnia

Honestly one of her only friends in the ranks is Buddy.

Since she came to the Decepticon side later not many were found of her and her organic mold. Buddy was the first besides Megatron to greet her with open arms.

Not even Lugnut got there fast.

“Welcome Blackarchnia, to the Decepticons.”--Buddy

“…”--Blackarachnia

“I know it may be a lot to take in, so I will be here to help to make sure you understand the ropes around here.”--Buddy

“…Thank you…”--Blackarachnia

She does spill her secret about being Elita-One, one night in a secluded area. She thought that Buddy would shoot her right them and there. But Buddy instead held her as she started sobbing.

Now that doesn’t mean that Buddy is okay with how she is treating this whole situation with Sentinel and Optimus, Buddy being the scientist he is has tried to help Blackarchnia with her situation. But no matter how much he has tried to explain toher that this would kill her, he tries to be as supportive as he can about her organic half.