#tfa sparklings

Dropping another. Vivid but full body yay

One change; Personality Typology: INFJ | 5w4 - SX/SP - 548

Alt Mode and Weapon is W.I.P. Have some “subconsciously” gay mechs.

Sleeping Sparklings

Inspired by RhionReaper’s fic, Rewind, Take Two, (of which I’m helping beta for!) on AO3.

If you were to ask Ultra Magnus about how he feels about his job, he would reply with a typical “As leader, I do not have words to describe my motivation to continue bringing peace to our fellow bots.” Once he was alone, however, the weight of the title can be too heavy to bare.

He misses the days where he didn’t have to worry about every little thing in terms of ranks, regulations, or the typical propaganda. He knows there’s corruption even among the Autobot ranks, but some were so minor that he often left it to the bot’s next chain of command to handle it. If he tried going down there himself, it would cause a massive panic since Ultra Magnus was the leader. If he has to come down and it’s not for a interview or a meeting, you screwed up big time.

It takes a lot of restraint on his part and a firm glare from his favorite judge to keep him going down without a proper explanation. Nowadays he just stays at the headquarters. This job can get stressful and take a toll on his processor.

There was three reasons he kept going. And those three were at daycare. The three tiny tornadoes known as his sparklings. He would like to be at home more and be with them and his wonderful conjunx Alpha Trion. But they both have jobs and they cannot always be there. They were fortunate the staff decided to open a daycare for the councils sparklings to stay while their creators worked. Alpha Trion updates on the little ones’ status via a personal commlink and sometimes Ultra Magnus could hear their youngest Elita babble on the other line. He only hopes their oldest sparkling Sentinel wasn’t causing trouble. He didn’t have to worry too much for their youngest little mech Optimus since he tries to be a good boy

He was thinking of stopping by the daycare to see his little ones. Their smiles always brightened his day. But reality came knocking when a incoming transmission flashed on his console.

Oh right…

He had a video meeting with the council today. So much for his little trip downstairs. Ultra Magnus presses a button to open the transmission. There was Highbrow from Intelligence, Perceptor from the Ministry of Science, Botanica, Yoketron of the Ninja Corp, and last but most certainly not least, Alpha Trion. The judge of his spark. He won’t dare say that in front of the council members. He caught Alpha Trions optic when he gave him a scolding look at him. He didn’t have lunch yet. HOW DID HE KNOW?!

“Good afternoon, everyone. Before we begin today’s meeting, I must step out for refuel. One moment.”

The towering mech hoisted himself from his chair, walked away from the camera, and toward the door. Highbrow rolled his optics before taking a swig of a rather large energon coffee. He must’ve had a rough recharge cycle with his own bitlet if he ordered that much coffee. Yoketron hummed quietly to himself before taking a sip of his own drink: energon tea. Quite bitter. Alpha trion shook his helm at his conjuxs antics. He was about to take a bite out of a macaron when he heard the door open from Ultra magnus’ side. Maybe he came back already-

Nope. It was a little darkish blue sparkling with a rather big chin. He waddled in with a inflatable hammer in his left servo. He scanned the room to see no one was inside before seeing there was a transmission going on. He immediately made his way toward the desk and struggled to climb up the chair. Alpha trion began to choke on his snack once he realized it was his eldest son!!!!

“It certainly looks like it.” Yoketron added.

Sentinel managed to get up onto the chair and quickly positioned his squeaky hammer forward. He wanted to be just like his sire. A little too badly. He would never leave Ultra Magnus’ side once he was in his sights. Alas, this isn’t the case at the moment. Sentinel looked up at the monitors before scrunching up the most serious face a sparkling could muster. He tried to look cool. But he wasn’t. He was all cute. Botanica giggled at the attempt while Perceptor shook his head in disapproval. He would say something if it wasn’t for the death glare of the elder council member. No one was going to diss his beloved sparkling. Not right now. Not ever. Or at least not while Alpha Trion is around.

To the poor bot’s horror, Sentinel wasn’t the only sparkling who escaped. Two more sparklings was spotted at the door. One was a light blue mech with a red onesie on. He was holding a rather small femme in his arms. She was yellow with a light yellow onesie. She had a purple pacifier in her mouth. It was his second oldest son and only daughter!

“Optimus-?!” Alpha Trion coughed. There was crumbs of macaron stuck in his throat.

The young bot had heard his carrier’s voice and immediately smiled bright. He made his way over toward the chair where his big brother sat. Elita blinked as her brother helped her onto the chair. Sentinel moved her about a arms length away. She could still be shown on the camera. Then little Optimus tried to climb up to join his siblings. Sentinel frowned at his little brother and whacked him with his squeak hammer.

“Nwo!”

They could see Optimus lose his grip and fall rather hard on the floor. There was a loud THUD. He must’ve hit his head on the leg of the chair.

“WAAAAAAAH!!!!” Optimus wailed on the floor.

“My bitlet!!!!”

Mama Alpha was now considering running to the office. Yoketron was wheezing, Highbrow had spit out his drink, Botanica was concerned of the hurt bitty, and Perceptor was….just sitting there.

“Can we go on with this meeting.” The emotionless bot said.

“MY SPARKLING IS HURT AND YOU WANT TO START THE MEETING?!!” Alpha trion screeched.

Ultra magnus had just returned with a cup of hot energon when he heard his beloved yell. Just what was going on??? When he saw two of his bitlets in his chair and one on the floor crying, he dropped his cup and quickly ran to them. He scooped up Optimus who wanted a hug. Elita just now noticed her carrier had her favorite snack with him and glared at him. He wasn’t sharing!!! Ultra magnus picked her up next and she didn’t break eye contact. The poor bot sighed. There goes his private snack time.

“I relieve you of your post, young one.” Their sire said to Sentinel.

“NWO!”

Oh boy. Not even grown and he’s already defying him. Sentinel kept saying “no” as he was hoisted up by his sire. At this point, the meeting would have to be postponed until he brought them back to the daycare.

That wasn’t the plan. Whenever he got close to the door, all three sparklings’ screamed their helms off. Ultra Magnus would step back and they would cease. Step closer. More screaming. Step back. It stopped.

Looks like three more bots joined the meeting

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So where would grounders put their kids? Do they have a protoform pouch they essentially store tiny robots in? Do they have like a hip holster to stick them in? Do they have a chest compartment aside from subspace for this?

Like...take TFA Lockdown, I can see him having a tiny one literally occupying a holster on his hip, included being an over the shoulder strap system to keep them in.

Or Ultra Magnus, having a large chest compartment where he hid his own tiny ones when they were born, it closed and kept them in until they were old enough to follow him.

Or like with Bulkhead, a protoform pouch on his middle where he's able to store his little ones while he works, its soft inside and cradles them so they're safe.

Or even Blurr, instead of a chest compartment or a hip holster, he has a body sling where the little one just sleeps and he's able to hold them on and off while he's safe to just spend time with them.

this has to be one of my fav babys ive made so far QwQ meet jazz and blurr’s musically gifted child

Symphony

she absolutely love’s music especially anything with a fast beat, doesnt matter what genra. she can play a handful of instruments but her best instrument is her vocals (i actually imagine her voice being that of rhianna).

it was a very long and painful month without drawing. However, recently, I finally got my new pen from a graphics tablet. Yay!

Anyway, for a long time I was thinking about Sever-Au. Therefore, the first I decided to draw is designs for blitzbee Kids. They are of the same age (almost), and for a long time of their lives, they had no idea who their second parent was. They only knew about Blitzwing and actually grew in the Decepticon ranks.

A lot of text, cause i love to write

Fluorite - Calm and quiet, has patience and attentiveness. On the other hand, it is very closed, it is quite difficult for him to express feelings. This is due to the rather phlegmatic nature that he inherited from Blitzwing's Icy persona. He is very distrustful, it is very difficult for him to behave among strangers. In such situations, he always goes to those whom he knows and those he likes, for which he is sometimes called a coward. Fortunately, he has a lot of patience to endure these insults. In any case, he has a more aggressive sister and father, who will beat the shit out of those, who dare to harm him. He always appreciates this. But inside himself. Fluo expresses his feelings in creativity, but few know about it. He likes various classical literature, and he also draws quite well. However, he is not particularly keen to develop these skills. He needs of reading and drawing to relieve the stress, that accumulates over the day. What he is really good at is shooting. He has good eyesight, and knows how to disguise himself well, which makes him a good sniper. He can also gain high speeds in flight, this skill he received from Bumblebee. Fluo is the shortest among the Decepticons, and weak in melee. A couple of punches easily knock him out, so he prefers to stay away during the battle.

Firestinger - Unlike her brother, this girl is quite aggressive and prone to reckless decisions. Stinger is hardy, strong and very self-confident, which is why he constantly gets into trouble. However, she never complains of wounds. Among other things, she is very stubborn. The only ones who are able to convince her of anything are Megatron (for obvious reasons, both twins are afraid of him), and her father. Other teammates for her don't have authority. Stinger hates being alone. And the point is not that she is independent, she may well take care of herself, but her confidence always increases if there is at least someone on her side. Stinger constantly swearing and rude, often not caring about the feelings of another. But she remembers the good things done in her direction. If someone once helped her, she will honestly repay her debt. And those who care about her, she always seeks to protect. but she is unlikely to openly admit it, because of pride. In battle, Firestinger is always in the front positions, since she loves to fight hand to hand. First of all, its because she enjoys a feeling of adrenaline, which gives her energy and confidence, and, second of all, because she often misses when shooting.