#baby bluestreak

[littlelightbolt]

Finding Prowl - Chapter 6: To kill a Mockingbird

Jazz's first steps was to do a perimeter check around the island he was duty bound too that served as one of five entry ways down to Cybertron. Internally, he cursed. With 5 cycles down the drain, any biological traces of Prowl's whereabouts were all but gone with the currents. Despite the odds, it didn't take long for him to find his first clue.

Just 10 miles off the coast, there were bodies in the water. Dead Humans, five in total bloated with varying degrees of decay all submerged around a large pool of oil. If the smell didn't indicate that the event had happened quite a while ago, the flock of seagulls living and dead trapped in the oily black said it all.

All that filth in the water. Disgusting.

Feeling lucky, Jazz dived. Mabye he should turn that luck into misfortune. What Jazz found only concerned him more. There was a sunken dinghy sitting wedged between two large rocks. A large gash opened the left air sac, the decisive cause of the sinking. Jazz reached to flip the boat over, and uncovered the damning logo engraved into the nylon: MECH.

A growl escaped his throat. Frag, Jazz’s fears only grew. Prowl was in more danger than he thought.

MECH was a known mer-hunting organisation responsible for kidnapping many of their kind. They were a thorn in the Autobot's and less so the Decepticon's side. Both factions have only been made aware of MECH's presence 5 years ago, before that the organisation having only been targeting neutral pods who had no real connection to the two major factions. This meant that both factions had been late to the party. Only learning about any kidnapping occurrences through the traumatic tales of Nails seeking aid and recovery.

The Autobots were quickly set on the case, with Prowl having worked with the search and rescue teams before he was kicked from his seat behind Bumblebee. It was also how the island guard that Jazz had joined was set up. But even when he was around, most cases had been slow in progress, the events having been too long ago to trace back too. For now it seemed, once caught no one had really had any progress in finding their kin again.

Until Jazz!

The boat was relatively intact and just his luck! the dinghy was registered! Jazz had his lead. Taking the registry plate off of the wreck, Jazz made swift work of getting back to shore. He hacked Red Alert's comm in the process.

‘Ay Red my mech, got a situation ya might wanna know bout.’

‘JAZZ, fragging pit. HOW DID YOU GET MY COMM. I SWEAR to Primus, when I see you….’

‘Chill mech, this was bad, MECH has managed to come so close to one of our groundbridges. Da pacific one. It’s a miracle the humans had missed the site completely.’

The comm was silent, Jazz could just imagine the sparks coming off of that mech's helm.

Jazz hesitated a moment before adding on, 'MECH has Prowl.' This time a fizzle came through the comm.

Needing to snap Red out of it, Jazz pushed on. 'RED I need ya with meh mech! I need ya ta check the proximity alarms around the island, why had none of 'em raised da alarm.' Those alarms were designed to hone in on the biological signatures unique to only humans 500 miles offshore. Them not working was a HUGE issue. No one had known of the MECH's presence.

All except Prowl, and it seemed he paid the price. Jazz bristled at the thought.

'A weak 'On it.' was heared through the comm. It seemed that Red was still with the him.

Shaking the residue water off his frame as he reached the shoreline, Jazz gave Red his second task, 'I also need ya ta run this plate for me, on the human's boat registry system.' He sent the snapshot of the plate he took over the commline. 'Received' was all Red Alert replied. All there was left to do was await a response.

The trek to the groundbrigde was but a quick 5 minute hike up a steep cliff. The machine itself disguised as a old tree. Jazz placed his hand onto the thick bark of the plant, a flash of spark energy later, the bark began splitting open to reveal the relatively small portal. Jazz stepped through, entering into Cybertron's Pacific transport hub built 5000 meters under the island. As the portal sealed shut behind him, Jazz navigated the relatively crowded hub towards a Bay B. His private (long stolen) shuttle awaited.

Jazz stopped just short of entering the vehicle. Though the docking bay itself was empty, the air around the entrance was warm. Someone was HERE. A shift in airflow. There! Without hesitation, Jazz whipped out his blade, feeling the sensation of pinning someone into the wall of his ship.

Jazz smiled big. 'Now, I would love ta stay and have a good ole fashion brawl but I'm in a bit of a rush ta get somewhere, so I suggest yall scram before I decide to kill y'all.', he threatened, field bristled and harsh with murderous intent. Spanning out his field, he brushed across five different ones, each with different amounts of anxiousness and suppressed fear in them. It didn't take a genius to figure who had crashed Jazz's party.

A snarky voice rang out of thin air, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said anything about fighting?' Various voices rose up with mumurs of placating agreements as the once empty looking docking bay shimmered with distorted light, revealing five green and purple octopus mers cramped into his hanger bay. The Constructicons were standing shoulder to shoulder within the cramped space. Jazz had Scavenger held at knifepoint, the edge of the blade placed threateningly close to the mers throat cables. Scavenger had his servos raised in surrender. The group were stuck frozen in place, a level of fear teeking into their fields. Jazz smirked, GOOD, they should fear him, after all the harm they done to Prowl.

'What's ya lot of drunk slagtards doing in my ship? Ain't yall got some building to demolish somewhere?', Jazz spoke, hints of annoyance sinking through. He had better things to do than corral drunk mers off to the medbay.

Hook never the one to take insults lying down was first to speak up, 'HEY, we ain't drunk! We only had 3 cubes at Maccadams last night cycle.' Scavenger and Long haul nodded along. Bonecrusher seemed to have other ideas though, field revved with jittery energy, he glowered at Jazz. 'Well what's it to you short stuff? Let Scavenger go! We found this ship fair and square. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight y'all get.' Jazz smile turned strained, steeling himself for a fight he flexed the knife into scavenger throat cables, said mer squirmed. A drop of energon was forming. Bonecrusher's scowl deepened and flexed his fists, he was about to step towards Jazz with dumb violent intent, Hook, Scavenger and Long haul all telling him to stop when suddenly Mixmaster who had been quiet the entire time put out his arm to stop Bonecrusher's advance. The other three mers held their breath.

Behind his visor, Jazz raised a brow. Bonecrusher whipped back at Mixmaster in disbelieved anger, 'What the frag mech?! Let me at em!' Mixmaster only stared at Bonecrusher more intently. Jazz silently wondered if the mer was high on circuit boosters, the mer was leveling Bonecrusher the heaviest of poker faces. It was very un-Mixmaster like. Bonecrusher shouted out in disbelief looking between Jazz and Mixmaster, 'What do you mean he can help us?'

Ah, Jazz released the breathe he was holding, so bond-speak was in play. Mixmaster only gave his brethren a slight nod before facing Jazz again. He spoke with a clarify that shooked Jazz. 'We apologise. We didn't know this ship was yours, none of the ship vendors were willing to rent a shuttle to ex- decepticons. We are simply trying to find Prowl.' The other Constructicons looked at him as if Mixmaster had grown a second helm but nodded along to his statement.

All the anxiety he lost came back to Jazz. 'What makes ya think Prowl is in danger, let alone if he would want to be found by the likes of ya?', Jazz grounded out. The Constructicons spelt trouble, they also knew that Prowl was missing when even Prowl's Autobot brethren were in the dark about it. Why were they seeking Prowl out? Too hurt him? Drag him back into their fold back to the decepticons? The image of Prowl injured that night came back to him.

Mixmaster only moved to put his servo on his spark casing. 'When we first formed Devastator with Prowl, his spark merged with ours. While still small, he formed a bond with us.' Mixmaster paused. 'We felt his pain five cycles ago, but he wouldn't allow us to do anything to help him.' His gaze turned somber. 'The bond weakens with distance. We know he has been taken. Now, all we can feel is that he is alive somewhere in the vast.' Mixmaster turned to eye Jazz's knife hand.

'We know that he went to you that night. That he hates us. That he doesn't want anything to do with us.' Mixmaster reached out to gentle grip Jazz's knife hand. Scavenger let out the tiniest meep as the pressure was relieved from his vital systems.

Mer's got some ball bearing on 'em, Jazz thought growing steadily unsure of the Constructicon's no Mixmaster's motives.

Mixmaster's gaze became smouldering. 'But I think you and I both know that Prowl needs help. Gestalt is gestalt, we stick together no matter what. You're going to find Prowl am I right? I propose a truce. You might have a lead we don't, and we might have a link you need.' Jazz's smile was gone, replaced with a deep frown. The air was thick then with anticipation, the Constructicons silent looked to Jazz awaiting his response.

Jazz's mind was racing with possibilities. It would definitely help to have a living beacon and extra manpower. But, he wasn't so naive to think they didn't have other reasons to seek out Prowl. Jazz couldn't risk it. Not with this. Just as he was about to deny their help, his comm broke the tense silence. Jazz put two digits to his helm to answer it. Red Alert's voice welcomed him on the other side, 'Jazz I've found MECH's flagship. Designation: The Whispering Ghost. I've tracked their movements from the last several days. Last known dock was in Southampton the United kingdom 4 cycles ago at 03:57 BST. They are currently on course back to the Atlantic.' Red Alert voiced quieted with concern. 'Judging by their trajectory, they heading straight for our waters.' 'Our island.'

Jazz could here the sparks fizzle, 'THIS IS BAD! I think we're compromised Jazz we have to tell Optimus!' Red Alert said. Jazz had come to the same conclusion. His gaze turned resolutely towards the mers that gave him so much grief.

Looks like these fraggers might be of some use to him after all. 'Do it,' Jazz said. Jazz lowered the his knife from Scavengers throat, flicking the energon off in disgust before subspacing it. Jazz then stormed pass the Constructicons further into the ship raising his servo to motion them to follow. Scavenger squeaked out a sign of relief, nearly tripping over himself running to Hook to have his throat looked at. Mixmaster was smiling like the cat that got the cream. It irked Jazz, he curtly replied into his comms, 'Tell OP ta start prepping for a potential groundbridge breach.'

He reached the cockpit and began fiddling with the controls prepping the vessel for take off. As the ship was slowly onlining for their flight, outside in the bay hanger a portal was opening, leading straight to the open sky above their island. Jazz addressed Red through the comm, 'Y'all need ta assign a new guard for this site.'

'What?! Why? Where are you going?', Red Alert asked.

'To kill a Mockingbird,' was Jazz smooth reply. Confused mumbles turned to dissuading shouts from Red's end of the line. Jazz got comfy in his seat, checking through his peripheral to see if the slaggers he brought on board were settling yet.

Scavenger's neck was patched, with him seated next to Hook in the ship's narrow hanger. Long Haul and Bonecrusher must be elsewhere on the ship. Hopefully those slaggers ain't messing with his energon stores. Mixmaster being the biggest of the gang didn't quite fit into a seat and had chosen to sit on the floor of the ship.

Mixmaster's optics never left Jazz's.

'I have to bring him home Red', Jazz said. Breaking optics contact to focus on steering the ship. Engine primed, he raised the ship to a hover aligning it with the growing portal. A clear view of the sky thought it.

It was a red dawn, the faintest light of day arriving to their hemisphere.

It reminded him of a certain red Chevron in the morning light. 'If I don't make it back in an orn's time, lock down the island. Ya copy Red?'

'Crystal, may Primus light your path Jazz.' Red replied. Quietly, he added, 'Bring him home alive.'

'Ya know me Red, I always will. Over and Out.'

'Over and Out.', the line clicked shut signalling the end of the call. Jazz steered the ship forward through and out of the portal, charting a course for the United kingdom.

Once at a high enough altitude, Jazz turned the cloaking device on and set the ship to Autopilot. Some point during the climb, all the constructicons had gathered once again into the small hanger bay. Jazz smile curled in annoyance. There was a cube in Bonecrushers servo.

Itchy servos that one had.

Addressing them all, Jazz said. 'I'm gon be honest, I don 't even trust yall as far as I can throw ya. But, for Prowl's sake I'll accept ya Lil truce but we gon be playing things my way.'

Hook opened his intake to retort, as Jazz showed off his fangs. He quickly adding, 'Careful, one wrong move and I'll end ya sorry afts.' Hook closed his intake

Jazz's visor flashed with manic glee, 'Now, onto more exciting plans. First agenda on the Finding Prowl objective. What da y'all say ta some good ole revenge on MECH?' reaching out his hand in a beginnings of a handshake.

The Constructicons didn't even hesitate, smiles going deviously wide and fields revved with malice. Mixmaster rose and clasped hands with Jazz, mirth and malice intoxicatingly entwined.

'We think it would be a devastatingly good time.'

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Previous

Yay! You have found: the Constructicons!

Hopefully Jazz doesn't rip em a new one.

Next chapter will focus more on Prowl and Blue.

I also realised I haven't disclosed Jazz's Alt mode yet. Would anyone like to guess what it is?

[huanted-dennys]

every year or so ur in the transformers fandom your blorbo changes to a new character who is slightly more obscure then ur current one (or it’s just me idk)

example

starting off: Soundwave (very popular, very known,love him, tired dilf of the fandom)

year 2: Brainstorm (less popular, little more obscure, mad scientist simp of the fandom, many new people don’t know about him until the discover the mtmte/LL comics)

now: Bluestreak (baby, very obscure but still known, i can’t find any tags with him that have more than 20 pieces of fan art, plz plz i need more bluestreak content)

[nellywizard]

So, uh... does anyone want to hear my TFP Smokescreen Project?

10 years have passed since the events of Transformers Prime. Once an Elite Guard and rookie Autobot warrior, Smokescreen finds himself working as an Archivist in the newly rebuilt Hall of Records. After finding incriminating evidence in the leading archivist computer linked to the death of a high councilor, Smokescreen sets off to expose the growing government that is quickly reinstating the previous corrupted caste system on Cybertron.

It quickly backfires when the government begins pointing fingers at Smokescreen, accusing him of treason. He was able to seek safety on Earth with the assistance of his brothers Prowl and Bluestreak, as well as Blaster, Red Alert, and Beachcomber. However, he will also notice that Decepticons, hired by the High Council to eliminate Smokescreen, are closely following him on that planet.

Team Smokescreen Shenanigans

Meet the Decepticon Mercenaries

tbh I'm kinda embarrassed to post this on Tumblr haha. But this is a project I am very passionate about and really want to continue.

It was very tiring creating the wanted posters though lol.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Fleshed out some more of my personal designs, this time for the Praxian trio.

Prowl, Bluestreak and Smokescreen from top to bottom.

[v-exian]

[arturer]

Thinking about my hf bluestreak all week

[tricksforclicks]

Besties who share a birthday get matching bunnyhugs.

Happy 7th birthday to Bluestreak and happy 1st birthday to Hopper

[spymeister]

Curls up on.

Catch him stretching out a bit more, giving Bluestreak access to the warmth on the mat- as well as himself. He shifts again, tugging a blanket closer to the other mech, making sure the other is nested comfortably.

"Y'doin' okay, Baby blue?"

[chamm0y]

You’re doing requests??? Yay! :D

Can I have Jazz and Baby Bluestreak trying to distract Prowl from his work? They want to go for a drive as a family and Prowler is being a workaholic

i dont know whenever sparklings can transform or not but the thought of a tiny car and two bigger ones going for a drive makes this incredibly funny to me

cmon prowl how can you say no to that tiny face

[tinydefector]

It seems we have a new obsession in your blog!

Say, what chaos ensues when the Lost Light Crew are the ones babysitting the little ones?

The best babysitter: Velocity, Thunderclash, Drift, Hound, Ten, Powerglide, Tailgate, First Aid, Ambulon, Skids, Ravage

Experienced with kids: Swerve, Rung, Whirl

The reluctant Babysitter: Chromedome, Cyclonus, Hoist, Perceptor, Ratchet, Rewind, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus, Trailbreaker/Trailcutter, Fortress Maximus,Bluestreak, Nightbeat

Chaos Babysit: Blaster, Brainstorm, Red Alert ,Rodimus, Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Riptide, Mirage, Nautica.

Ps I call the kids bitty for the sparkling, and Bubba for the human baby

Swerve: Swerve feels so honoured when you ask him to bitty and bubba. Becuase this mech absolutely loves sparklings, if it wasn't for the war, he would have most likely settled down and raised one himself. And the kids adore him. He's Uncle Swerve despite Megatron's protest. He seems to always have the kids occupied and not causing chaos, and no one knows how he does it, nor does he tell them. When they are hunger, he'll go out of his way to make them their favourite. And a lot of the time when Megatron and his lover come to find the bitty and bubba, they are both passed out on Swerve one on his chest and the other curled up under his chin Swerve himself is also sleeping with them held close. He truly is the best and most experienced with kids.

Ravage: Despite how much Ravage grumble about the kids, he adores them, and they him. He will walk around with them both sitting on his back, *cough* glorified Guard cat *cough*. Will snarl at anyone who gets too close to the kids who He doesn't trust. Said list of bots he trust are very small. The kids are his world after Megatron first introduces them. He also watching them from the vents and celling when they are causing chaos around the ship, carrying bubba around by the back of their shirt. And will even clean Bittys helm with licks, making sure nothing happens to either of them. He can and will kill for these two kids because they are Megatron's sparkling and human baby. But he also gets involved with helping them with some of the chaos, knocking things off high places the kids can't get to. But most of all, he loves curling up with the two kids. He purrs loudly to lure them to sleep, and it's quite amusing when Megatron finds Ravage curled up with the kids.

Fortmax: This Mech is so afraid to be around such small beings. It gets to the point that he will avoid them the best he can, but then one cycle, he find them causing chaos in his quarters, chewing on things, and just making a mess. But then one of them waddle over to him with a little drawing for him, and it makes his spark melt. In the end, he sits on the floor, watching them both play with a collection of items. It gives him the idea of making toys for them. They were out in space and didn't get many opportunities to buy things like that, so he decided to make toys for them, which would be beneficial to everyone on ship.

Rodimus: Rodimus is only allowed supervised visits after the first time he babysat them. It had ended with both kids, Rodimus and the room covered in a neon green paint that still stains the walls of the lost light. Green hand prints down halls, on the captain's seat, and on parts of the cantina. So from now on, he's only allowed to see them with the supervision of Ravage, Drift, Magnus, or Ratchet. He tries dubbing himself, Uncle roddy. The kids do very much adore Rodimus. I love seeing him when they do.

Cyclonus: This mech puts up the most stone cold facade, but the moment one of those kids asks him for help, he's helping. He will carry them around and even reads to them. He never thought he would enjoy being around kids. He's a warrior, but he does have a soft spot for the kids. But make no mistake if they get into his quarters and mess with stuff he will pick them both up walk straight back to Megatron and his partner's quarters and dump the two kids in one of their arms before walking off to clean up a mess. He loves watching how Tailgate gets when they both have the kids with them for a day. Watching how sweet Tailgate is asking what they are doing. The praise the smaller bot gives to the kids over drawings, or even words. It makes him want his own sparkling.

Rewind: Rewind is reluctant to Babysit but likes recording big events for them. Wants to keep records of the paint mishap, the time Bitlet got stuck in the vents trying to follow Skids. Bubbas first lost tooth. Rewind may not feel like a decent babysitter but he is an amazing record keeper, knows what each of the kids like. Has copies of each of their art projects. Rewind is like that proud Aunt/ grandma.

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[littlelightbolt]

Finding Prowl

Hi everyone who has been waiting for a new chapter of Finding Prowl.

This is not a new chapter, BUT it is a new way to read my fic.

I have changed things slightly, so I recommend you read chapter 1. I apologise if it's getting annoying that I keep changing things.

I hope you have fun reading it.

Much love for everyone who reads it, you all keep me going and I will try my best to write to the best of my ability.

[huanted-dennys]

C2 and Bluestreak please, hehe :P

BABY BLUE

[witchofthesouls]

I just read your seeker bird kiddo (Jack) and Truck dad Optimus adventures and I beg for more content, I adore it all and the spOoky cryptic parts are 👌

👁️👄👁️

Jack accidentally triggers mechs’ protective instincts because he makes baby bird noises to mimic the local corvids. It doesn't help that Jack parks himself at the entrance to the Ark and plays games with the more playful blackbirds. Dadimus is very much used to Jack’s imitations, the rest of the Autobots (and his counterpart) are most definitely not.

The chirping and screes are reminiscent of newsparks’ calls for attention and care, and it drives the resident Seekerkin up the wall because he is the only sparkling in the vicinity and Jack punches the Seekerkin-coding into activity after four million years of dormancy.

There have been a few jokes to take a recording of the sparkling’s noises and play it to the Decepticon Seekers after the Autobots had seen their own Seekerkin with the kid. TFP Optimus is immediately No. Stop. Control, Alt, and Delete that terrible plan. He will take Jack and run into the most remote environments he can find.

No one knows how Jack did it, but the blackbirds got into gambling, and everyone blames Smokescreen. 

He's partly to blame with the cards, but the dice is Bluestreak's fault.

Jack is a polite menace. The kid knows his manners, but that doesn't stop him from skipping up the walls, hanging on the ceiling, and popping into places that he shouldn't have access to. At all.

Mechs were confused why Dadimus pinged out so often but then realized that's the most reliable way to actually tag Jack as he's a slippery little thing. Sometimes the sparkling responds, but usually he doesn't.

Red Alert is on the verge of having an aneurysm since Jack can bypass all the security measures. Mechs have taken to looking up to see if Jack is trapezing on the panels or checking under the tables and desks because of near unfortunate incidents of almost shooting the kid or shock-related delays with time-sensitive chemical reactions that nearly turned the ship into a massive crater.

Dadimus was highly disappointed and upset by the last part as Jack knows better as he had done similar stunts when they were upon research vessels. Not only Jack had to apologize to Skyfire, Wheeljack, and Perceptor, but he wasn't allowed to stray from Dadimus' field for a month. ("Curiosity cannot override safety protocols.")

On one camera, Jack would be at a corner by the entrance with organic birds, and between blinks he would then disappear and reappear across the ship, talking excitedly to a random corner with a different group of birds.

(If anyone catches them at the right second, at the right angle, at the right frame... the raven/crow/jackdaw/jay will ripple. Feathers dripping and flowing like an inky waterfall and eyes splitting into multiple, countless pairs as Jack's shadow expands- And then, the watcher will blink because they have to, and the footage will reset. Devoid of Jack and blackbirds.)

There's talk about new cryptids going around. It's silly Halloween and superstitious nonsense… until it isn't.

Due to Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and the Aerialbots constantly monitoring the perimeter or setting traps that are becoming more elaborate each week, it's becoming a new running joke. It's the Autobot snipe-hunting. All because of Jack's devoted drawings of strange, contorted creatures.

They're adamant that something is outside.

(They’re right).

An eerie thing begins to appear at the nearby dunes by the Ark’s entrance. It’s vaguely canine and its size is constantly changing. They can smell a wildfire in the air and taste ash upon their tongues as it beckons them to follow with a heavy, burning gaze. 

Before anyone follows, a racket of shrieking blackbirds breaks them out of the trance. When the piercing noise fails, then a nasty peck to some skin or exposed protoform is enough to bring them back to their senses.

“It’s looking for something that can’t be regained,” Jack speaks with a keenness beyond his age and a lilting cadence. A flurry of pictures of the same dark canine by a campfire with multiple individuals and groups sitting by it. It remains unchanged, despite the others’ fashions and vehicles it managed to beckon to it. “Don’t be taken by its ancient sorrow. You won’t escape its grasp.”

Between the space of desert and forest, there’s an old barbwire fence and a seemingly endless dusty dirt road that has never been updated to proper asphalt, despite its existence for over a century and all the grumbles and complaints by humans and Cybertronians.

When it rains, a phantom of a massive stag appears. Dark and regal, it gently trods along the path, always towards the forest, never in the opposite direction. Perched upon its twisted antlers is an owl with multiple wings, spread out and spotted with many painted eyes, a feathered and watchful halo with a cry that echoes in everyone’s ears and audials. It leaves no tracks, just deep puddles with flickering shapes in its vast depths that immediately dry when people look away.

The mechs start to understand that the local humans’ grumblings and complaints are half-hearted, and when it starts to drizzle, everyone stays inside. 

“It’s older than all those that vaguely remember its beginnings,” Jack murmurs to a window full of drawings in the condensation, sleepy in the colder weather as he curls in a heated seat. “Dreaming and wandering, yet always returning to the place that crowned it King.”

[cozzzynook]

I bring some JazzProwl wholesomeness

Pacing back and forth outside the med bay Jazz nervously tapped his digits along his arm. He quickly glanced at the waiting area only to see Springer and Bluestreak have fallen asleep in their seats. Giving a smile Jazz turns his attention back to bay's doors waiting for any news about his Conjunx and their newest bitty who was on the way.

An hour later the door opens and a nurse greets Jazz with a smile before allowing him inside the room. Quickly glancing back at Springer and Bluestreak who were still asleep, Jazz quietly walks over before gently shaking them awake. Blinking away the sleepiness away the older sparklings yawn before sluggishly follow behind their Sire and into one of the recovery rooms.

There Prowl is carefully holding a small bitty with a tired smile. Jazz places a gentle kiss on Prowl's helm before using his digit to play with Smokescreen who is just giggling. Meanwhile Springer and Bluestreak smile wide as they gush how small and tiny their newest brother is and they can't wait until he is old enough to go racing with them.

Just some sweet wholesomeness 'v'

Aaahhhh i love this!

Smokescreen is so baby brother coded ( tfp is where i first saw him ) and he really would be a happy giggly baby!

I love jazzprowl & their family

[mychlapci]

About tfa prowl

Springer is canon in Tfa , so like… Tfa taraprowl?

I've seen several characters as his children (chase, strongarm, bluestreak, smokescreen)it would be hilarious (for me) for this to happen here, since he is one of the oldest on the team

They all maintain a good relationship, but they also "disappear" for a while, it's practically a family thing.

Springer 100% is the one who visits first

hmmmm. tfa TaraProwl could work. Prowl seems to be an organic-liker. he wouldn’t mind a spider boyfriend (Optimus doesn’t have to be the only one...).

Springer is his big baby, but Prowl was probably never too fond of getting too attached. They are still in contact over the years but it’s easy for either of them to just disappear for a few decades or even centuries. Springer often-times waits for his mom to call him but Prowl never does. He always has to get fed up and track him down!

And Prowl treats him more like a distant friend than his sparkling...

[pervertedkitty]

I did autobot dad's pic now they need babies to look over. It seems the reception of such a tittle might be a little less than enthusiastic...

Hot Rod, Bluestreak, Sunstreacker, Sideswipe and of course the ultimate baby Bumblebee