#as penance

[quinloki]

I am an asshole. I am such an asshole for this thought. May the gods forgive me:

But if hurricane Debby had been a bit more west, the headlines would've been GLORIOUS.

[pastelpaperplanes]

Besides Yoketron, did Lockdown have any mentor figures in his life? What was his early life like? Does he see alot of himself in Cozen or mostly Prowl?

Lockdown was the first student Yoketron took under his personal care at the dojo. Yoketron was always a mentor figure to Lockdown and nothing more, the two butted heads quite a lot and Lockdown never really learned the whole ‘respect your Master’ bit of his training

Yoketron didn’t blame Lockdown for his abrasive and rude behavior though. He was an orphaned ‘halfbreed’ and was sent to be under the care of the Dojo as the Elite Guard’s last ditch effort to set him on a straight and narrow path. While Lockdown never spoke about how others (including his superiors) treated him for simply just being him, Yoketron can take a pretty good guess from the way he flinched whenever someone raised their hands too quickly, or the nasty, mangled protoform scarring, and what it looked like to be a thrice broken, improperly healed right hand he’d been hiding.

Essentially High Command wanted the Dojo to whip him into shape as a good and obiedient soldier with their ‘freaky voodoo ninja magic’ it was either you fix him, or he goes. Whatever that meant. Lockdown wasnt a pure blooded Bot, so it’s not like he’d pose for anything good in their perfect Autobot society if he couldn’t follow even the simplest of commands.

(YALL. this is horrible and heartbreaking and I know it. I do not portray Autobot society, ESPECIALLY right after the Great War, to be kind or accepting towards mecha who did not come straight off of their Forge assembly line as perfect soldiers)

Lockdown was part of the last group mecha born under the rare but still present generation of sparklings. All Decepticons were banished from the major cities and into deep space, while Decepticon fraternizers or sympathizers either went missing, or simply got lucky if they managed to escape the Roundups.

Lockdown doesn’t remember his Creators at all and doesn’t know if he was traded, abandoned, or seized. All he’s ever know is that he is alone, and as far as the Elite Guard is concerned, he will either be a cog in their machine or he will be nothing but fuel for The Forge.

Yoketron volunteered for the job of watching over this battered but still very much a helluva spitfire angsty teen. Lockdown refused to meditate because it was just a ‘glorified time out’ and it was ‘stupid’. Lockdown was a night owl while Yoketron was an early riser, they had a lot of arguments about what proper training times should be.

Yoketron of course did get to see small moments of clarity and joy on Lockdown’s face in all their years or training, like when Lockdown managed to sweep his pedes from under him, or the first time he was able to sneak up on his Master. Smiles on Lockdown’s face left as quick as they came.

Lockdown would never admit out loud that he truly felt safe when he was with Yoketron, he would probably try to hug him again and Lockdown was NOT about to let his Master get soft with him

As time went on, his training progressed and he just about grasped everything Yoketron had to offer. All except for processor over matter, which left Lockdown spitting curses every time Yoketron had him attempt to open the Dojo’s Protoform Chambers. He could never quite get that final part of his training and it tore him to pieces.

In an attempt to ease Lockdown’s frustration, Yoketron sent him on his own optics quest. That would be the last time Yoketron saw his pupil before the the infamous Dojo Raid.

Unfortunately Lockdown got caught up with the wrong bots while on his quest. Decepticons were far more accepting than he could’ve hoped for, they offered shelter, free space travel, energon, and comraderie in exchange for his help in some ‘harmless’ mercenary work. Taking out bots along the way we’re just little prices that had paid in order to make a statement back at the Elite Guard High Command.

During this time Lockdown met a young, but extremely talented Decepticon mercenary named Deadlock, who recommended he try and secure a place at the table of factionless and most notorious bounty hunters in the galaxy,,,a small gang of sorts, one of which he wanted to truly be including in their ring he’d have to lead a hunt worth some BIG CREDITS to keep his place.

Lockdown knew of only one chamber that could hold something so priceless,,,,so priceless that it could put him in the top dog spot if he led this hunt.

The night of his costly, but successful Raid, Lockdown decided two things: he never again wanted to see the look on a mecha’s face as he pulled the trigger, and he will from now on always work alone.

It turns out that mercenaries have only their eyes on the prize, friends and family who stand in the way are only easy, pleading targets. No amount of begging or bribery could convince the crew to let his Master go, it was either you do the job now, or we’ll have some fun and string it out a bit. The Golden Rule of Hunting: No loose ends.

When it was all over land said and done, Lockdown’s crew dragged their broken leader back onboard with all of the Chamber Protoforms secure. No one thought it would be any good to let him know that in fact his Master’s suffering spark was still flickering within the rubble of the Dojo. Not until one of them while during their drunken celebration let that little piece of information slip.

With his mind made up, Lockdown disposed of his inebriated crew out the airlock, and had them pray some ship out somewhere out in deep space picked them up before their fuel tanks ran dry.

Not knowing who or where to turn to with his expensive cargo in bay, Lockdown ditched his buyer and sold them off to the Decepticons in hopes that if he could get in anyone’s good graces, it would be the next most powerful organization in the galaxy.

With his riches under belt, Lockdown bought himself a nice secluded ship, nearly drank himself to death multiple times, then later got caught up in his obsessive addiction to mods in hopes to tear up the pieces of himself that reminded him of his worst crime.

As the years passed and his jobs became more damanding, Lockdown easily took the throne as the most ruthless and efficient bounty hunter to have ever lived. He may claim to have found his calling, but Lockdown knows that now matter how many fancy new mods he buys, he’ll never be able to replace the mech he called Master.

As for who he sees more in Cozen, it’s Prowl, and he couldn’t be more proud. Cozen may have his attitude, but deep down he knows his kid has a kind spark and is selfless above all.

[boilyerheid]

I would love 5 with sol and his no-boyfriend because I need softness for them after the carnage I caused 👉👈

5. Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Sol's been working close/opens at Erebus for the past couple of weeks and it's doing his head in. He knows it's only while Mary and their wife are on honeymoon, but it means he's barely seen John since they decided to... be a bit nicer to each other.

He gets home at two or three in the morning and then John is up and out by eight at the latest (he's been mainly staying at Sol's rather than the hotel for fuck knows what reason when they even haven't got time to shag), and they barely get a brief kiss in if John swings by on his lunch break before Sol rushes off to get the bar up and running by noon. It's chaotic and hard and Sol doesn't know why the hell John bothers, but he has to admit he's beginning to love wrapping his arms around John's sleek waist at the end of a long day, getting a sleepy little snuffle or maybe a clumsy kiss for his trouble before they both pass the hell out.

So he's confused when he's woken randomly by a pair of soft lips against his, just a peck that's gone so fast he whines for more before his conscious brain is remotely online. He cracks open bleary eyes to see John bent over the bed, cheeks flaming where he's been caught.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he looks so embarrassed - but sweetly so, not the sort of humiliation Sol didn't realise he hated - that Sol can't help the dreamy grin that steals across his face.

"D'you do this every day?" John's guilty little face is enough of an answer, and Sol clumsily gropes for his hand to squeeze. "Soft cunt."

"Go back to sleep, arsehole," John leans down to kiss him again before he goes, though. Sol can handle split shifts if he gets woken up like this every now and then.

[batsinurbelfrey]

🌠helo

- Should be asleep  - Tyler Bertuzzi  - Sidney Crosby - Vermont!!

[palaeopathological]

For someone who hates kale as much as I do, I sure eat a lot of kale.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

[chuckles] I like power

[awpplee]

no injuries at work all day till i fucked up my shoulder so bad during the last 5 minutes. a curse from the lord.

[penisdungeon]

happy midsumma to the queers 🧡