#yayyyyyyyy!!!!!

Amu acrylic/epoxy charms are here!! ❤️

They're 2.5" tall and have a star holo pattern.

Ok. First of all thank you!!! I Freaking love it when I get curious asks about my ideas. Second of all, I'm about to splurge all over this answer. I apologise in advance.

This idea takes place in my own continuity of Transformers because canon can go sit on a big fat pickle. So my design for Shockers is very, uh let's say different. He has emotions for one, and we'll please don't hate on me but he has a face. His one optic look, is actually a helmet with 360° sensors. He's a very attractive and BRILLIANT senator/scientist, and nobody knows what he's up to. The media would love to rip his secrets into the open but he's very elusive.

So I have a very organic take on Transformers. With distinct biology and geology. Like each Frame-type has different adaptations to survive in varying environments. Therefore Empurata is kinda impossible without killing the victim. Don't get me wrong I love how alien a truly sentient robotic race is. But like. ScIeNcE.

As to why Shockwave took little Prowler in. Well knowing him, some type of horribly nefarious experiment. I'm thinking Prowl comes from an enclave of Praxians especially prone to producing Outliers. And Shockers was very interested in seeing if our lil Prowl was one of those Outliers. The big, bad Senator/Scientist didn't know what he was getting himself into though.

Let's see if Shockers can survive parenthood.

Prowler is about let's say 9 vorns old (equivalent in mind development to a 5-year-old) when Shockwave kidnaps adopts him. He's a Praxian so he's pretty much a feral kitten. Hides under stuff, hisses and claws at perceived threats, and climbs up curtains and bookshelves. Shockwave has a hard time controlling his new 'creation' and often resorts to just sticking Prowl under his arm as he trys to get his very important projects done. After several scratch fests, and many, many treat bribes Prowl starts warming up to Shockers. The sparkling soon becomes a awfully common sight in the Senator's lab, often hitching a ride on Shockwave's shoulder. It doesn't take long for the Praxian to become more bold, leaping from his moving perch to explore the rest of the lab. At first Shockwave's few lab assistants are annoyed, but soon they to become fond of the tiny murder kitten.

Yes Prowl's sparkling years were off to a rocky start but he grew out of it. Kinda.

As Prowl grows older he grows smarter. And Shockwave would never let anyone in any relation to him be uneducated. So Shockwave starts teaching him. It starts with simple things like counting and reading. The bitlet is already an excellent speaker and has a good grasp on language. (Including the tribal dialect he was raised on) Prowl proves to have a nack for these kind of things, especially puzzles and riddles. Shockwave finds a new passion in teaching the now youngling, and he slowly grows more connected to our Prowler. Oh no Shockers has feelings As time progresses (and Shockwave runs subtle tests on his young ward) Shockwave discovers how vastly intelligent the Praxian really is. Could Shockwave have actually gotten lucky and snagged an actual Outlier. Further and more invasive tests could give him the answer, but does he really think them necessary?

Oh Shockwave. You have feelings my man. Embrace them.

So what I'm thinking is as Prowl enters late younglinghood and heads toward being a new-build Shockwave gets the great idea to turn his ward into a weapon. Because it's starting to look like his boy is actually an Outlier. He starts bringing in instructors to train the youngling in martial arts and battle tactics and Prowl exceeds. Greatly. And all the while Shockwave keeps running tests as he trys to convince himself the paternal affections toward his creation aren't real. Of course he is slowly failing.

Shockwave starts making more public appearances around this time. He's becoming more involved in politics and the social life of the 'finer' life. In turn he starts bringing Prowl out with him. Let's just say Prowl is very, VERY socially inept. And Shockwave is not much help. And let's not forget the blatant racism. Yeah, there is racism. Let's just say some frame-types *cough* Iaconians *cough* think that are higher and mightier then others. It just so happens Praxians are pretty darn low on that list of worth, right next to Polyhexans. Shockwave thinks it's a load of bull. But it doesn't stop the hate.

Ooh, Thanks so much to the ones who just read through all that rambling!!! It feels nice to get the words out. Anywho good day my fine fellows!!!!

Ok so sorry for not using any song lines, but here yeah go! I hoped I made up for it! And I'm sorry this took so long!!!

Jazz tapped his knuckles on the doorframe leaning into his creations room, " time tah hit tha sack youngin'."

" Awww come on Sire, just five more breems!" Bluestreak begged from his desk, " I almost finished this drawing!"

With a chuckle Jazz entered the room, " That's what yah said five breems ago."

"Yeah ok," Bluestreak sighed hopping off his stool.

The smallish mechling put up his sketch-pad and trotted to his berth. Climbing up and burying himself under the covers, his head peeking out to watch his Sire with amaranth optics. Jazz shook his helm fondly, Dreads swinging with the motion as he set on the edge of the berth.

"Sire can you tell me a story?"

"Sure bitlet, what you got in mind?"

Bluestreak's face screwed up as he thought, his wings fluttering mindlessly, " how did you and Carrier meet?"

Jazz smiled. " In ah 'forcer station. I did somethin' naughty an' got in trouble. And while I was there I met your Carrier."

"Really?"

"Yes really. And I fell for 'im instantly."

"Just like that?"

"Yep. Just like that." Jazz said leaning down to kiss Bluestreak on the forehead. "Go to sleep bitlet, love yah."

As the Polyhexan stood up Bluestreak spoke up. "I love you too Sire."

Jazz smiled and left the room switching of the light and closing the door softly.

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10 vorns prior

Jazz stumbled as the Iaconian enforcer shoved him inside a holding cell. Cursing softly he righted himself shooting the enforcer a dirty look. The enforcer just smirked before sauntering off.

" And here I thought I'd be getting a cell to my self."

Jazz turned around. A decidedly young (and small) Praxian sat cross legged on the cell bench regarding him with mis-matched optics, one bright yellow the other light blue.

"Who are you?" The visored Polyhexan asked studying the other mech.

The Praxian, who was adorned in black Praxian styled armor which showed off his pure white and silver patched tattooed protoform, tipped his head curiously. "You may call me Prowl."

Jazz grinned impishly, " Prowl huh? Sneaky."

It earned him a slightly amused quirk of a lip. Tapping his fist to his chest Jazz introduced himself, " I'm Jazz."

"Jazz~"

Said mech shuddered, his name sounded downright sinful rolling off that glossa.

"Very... musical," Prowl said with a smirk.

Jazz laughed, " yah got me there! I do like my music."

The two sat on the cell bench knees brushing, conversing on various topics till a enforcer clanked the cell door open, a few hours later. " Prowl apparently your brother has a reach farther then we thought. Your free to go."

The Praxian smirked at the enforcer, unarmored wings flapping amusedly. " I told you that."

Jazz watched the exchange disappointedly. He had found Prowl's company very entertaining. As he stood up Prowl slipped a servo into Jazz in farewell, "see you around Jazz."

Only until after Prowl and the enforcer left did Jazz look into servo, reading the comm number Prowl had left him written in an elegant scrawl. " See yah around Prowler."

Jazz knew he was slagged when joors later he was still thinking of those pretty wings.

A/N: So yeah. I totally headcanon Prowl as an ex-thief. He stole priceless art and artifacts. The reason he seems so itemless during the war is because his hoard was destroyed with Praxus, and the things he has still are to recognizable.

No one could prove anything and Barricade his enforcer brother had a lot of contacts that kept Prowl from ever seeing real jail time.