#tfa deadstick

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The first time Blitzwing and Deadstick met eachother didn’t go exactly according to plan. Blitzwing didn’t know seeker sparklings are born with out wings, and that all sparklings are born without legs.

Bronzewing wasn’t very pleased with Blitzwing’s joke/behavior (especially knocking his brother against Bronzewing’s chassis). But their sire, Tripwire, thought the entire scene was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

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Decided to show a “What if Deadstick survived?” adult design! Like Blitzwing, Deadstick would have 3 faces due to being young when the surgery took place and still having his parents nanites.  Deadstick is an incredibly smart bot who is easily startled and a bit bashful. Unlike his boisterous big brother. Deadsticks frame alterations were different from Blitzy’s as Shockwave used his own coding to give Deadwing a Railgun alt mode (the alt taken from him when made an empurata) Despite the fact he is dead in the canon timeline of the Blitzbee Family au I will be doing more art and what if situations with Deadstick! I can’t help it I love him, and ‘fraidy is my fav head.

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what if: Bronzewing survived his sons grew up with Autobots and after a while Blitzwing joins Optimus' team as a security guard (or something like that), and Deadstick as a technology specialist. What would be Bronzewing's reaction when he found out that his sons would have to face Megatron on Earth?

It’s actually pretty close to what their ranks would be!  Blitzy would have been a Minor around the time Bee and Deadstick went to the academy. He did get a slight paint job to brighten some of his colors as he got older (mostly his wings)

Deadstick did go into the academy to be a technology specialist, specifically, he focused on the warp engines of Autobot war class vessels. He’s also engineered several laser canons and auto-targeting systems. While not much of a fighter, he’d often join his older brother on missions being part of their family trine.

Blitzy and Deadstick were disheartened to hear when Bee was kicked out of the academy and Blitzwing did not take well to hearing his friend had gone missing. He led several searches to find the lost space bridge repair crew but they didn't have much luck until their life signatures popped up again on earth. As for Bronzewing’s reaction to learning Megatron was on earth (through Blitzy) he was one of the few bots who did not doubt Optimus’s claims and he spent a large portion of time stressed out about his sons' safety when they went to earth.

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how about Bulk/Dead crack sparkling?

If Deadstick survived and got with Bulkhead it would be unlikely they would be able to have a sparkling together due to Deadsticks poor health and coding (so bunker would still exist)  But in the unlikely event that they did get lucky enough to have a sparkling (Bulkhead would have carried both) they woulda had a femme, named Binary!

She’s a very happy little bitty and Deadstick would probably cry after finding out he was gonna be a sire. He’d give her so much love, his round lil munchkin.

Her parents nicknames for her are Binny (Bulkhead) and Bin-Bin (Deadstick)

Bunker would love his little sister so much and would take her everywhere with him.

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So I might be a little late to this. But how did Deadstick die? Not sure if you answered or explained this so if you did, sorry for repeating the question.

I have answered what happened to Deadstick before! He died during the triple changer program. But since so many people have respectively asked what happened i’ll show y’all through a little story blurb of what happened that awful day.

Warning don't read if death, especially of a young character bothers you. There is nothing graphic at all in this story, but i will give a warning.

Story and art of what happened to Deadstick and Blitzy below the cut!

The halls were eerily quiet as Blitzwing stared at the medbay doors. He and his younger brother, Deadstick, had been transported from their settlement to this rickety ship for what Megatron had told them would be for a greater purpose. Blitzwing was finally going to be able to get revenge for his carrier, he’d be strong enough to kill the bot that took him away. He was nervous about what may lay ahead but he couldn't let it show, he had to be strong, he had to do it for his carrier. Unfortunately, his younger sibling didn’t appear to share his conviction. 

The scrawny mechling didn’t shut up about how nervous he was feeling the entire trip, and Blitzwing's patience was wearing thin. Deadstick was sat next to his older sibling with his body tucked in making himself look even smaller than he was to begin with. The young bot was shaking so violently that his armor clattered, him being so much smaller than his older brother, tried to scoot closer for some form of comfort. He didn’t feel safe here, but his big brother could help him feel safe, but every time Deadstick got closer, Blitzy scooted further away. “Stop being so clingy, Deadstick. Jour nearly a mechling, stop acting like a bitlet.” Blitzwing growled with a heavy frown.

“S-sorry.” Deadstick whimpered as he pulled away and curled into himself even more. So much for receiving comfort from his brother, “I’m j-just scared.”

“Zhat’s not my problem. Stop being veak und act like a mech.”

The boy’s sat in silence as they watched more young bots be called into the medbay in front of them. Every single bot in the waiting area was barely older than a bitlet, in fact, Blitzwing appeared to be the oldest of the children there. Deadstick watched as more bots went in but grew more and more fearful as none came back out. 

“H-hey Blitzving?” He said, finally turning his helm to look over at his brother.

“Vhat?” He grumbled without taking his optics off the door.

“Don’t jou zhink it’s weird z-zat no ones come back out jet?”

“Do jou expect a bot to just valk out five minutes after major frame augmentation? Jour supposed to be smart for jour age, jet jou just asked a pretty stupid question.”

“Zat vas mean...” Deadstick frowned. “I dont care. Jou’ve been acting like a sparkling all cycle.” “Vhy? Cause i’m sc-scared? Carrier always said it’s ok to be scared.” Deadstick watched as the scowl on his brothers face grew, but it didn’t stop the young bitlet from continuing, “H-how are jou not scared, zhe medics said ve could easily offline!” “Jou are insufferable! Do jou forget ve are here so ve can get justice for him?” Blitzwing barked, “I von’t show fear or weakness because I vant to see zhe autobot who killed our carrier dead! If jou cared about our carrier jou’d be strong for him!” “I loved our carrier!” “Zhen act like it und shut up!” The volume of Blitzwing’s voice made deadstick flinch. “J-just because I am scared doesn’t mean I don’t vant justice for our carrier. I...I’m not as strong as jou are Blitzving, zhe medics even said I vas too little to be a good candidate for zhe triple changer program.”

“Frag zhe medics vhat do zhey know? Primus I hate how veak und pazetic jou act! Zhe only reason I’ve put up vith it is because I promised carrier i’d look out for jou. Frag even sire left us because jou vere weak. Carrier vould be ashamed!” “Z-Zhats not true!” Deadstick barked back as his optics began to flood with coolant. He hated when Blitzwing got mad, he always directed it at him, “S-sire vas mourning und she couldn’t keep us because of her grief! Und carrier vould never hate us or be ashamed of us for being scared.”

“How vould jou know anyzing about carrier, jou barely knew him like i did, jou could barely fly before he vas taken from us. I vant the bot who killed him in cold blood, dead. I hate how I have to keep explaining zhis to jou. Zhis program will make us somezing better, so zhat innocent decepticons no longer have to die to zhose filzy oppressive autobots.”

“B-Blitzy...h-he vas my carrier t-too.” Blitzwing ceased his ranting as he watched his brother make himself look as small as possible as he curled himself into a corner to hide his crying from his older brother.

“It’s not my fault zhose zings happened Blitzy.” Deadstick whimpered, “I hate it vhen jou get mad, i-it vas just a question.” “Jou hate zhat I get mad, vell I hate being stuck vith a vimpy sparkling!” He barked and sat on the farthest side of the bench from Deadstick. Blitzwing gave a heavy vent and shut his optics as he did his best to ignore the sound of his brother’s crying.

After what felt like groons, Deadstick’s crying quieted to sniffling and hiccups, annoying but far less grating than what it was. Blitzwing felt a bit guilty over unloading his frustration onto his brother like he had, but he was far too angry to admit he was wrong, let alone apologize.

The silence was broken when the medbay doors slid open and two medics walked out, both had come to collect the brothers. Blitzwing said nothing as he stood up and followed the mech, but out of the corner of his optics, he noticed the femme trying to gently coax Deadstick from his corner. The site made Blitzwing roll his eyes as the door shut behind him.

As for the surgery, Blitzwing couldn't say he remembered much, he had walked in, sat on the slab and the next thing he knew some creepy techno-organic femme had her gross servo’s examining him, it made him shiver to see her fidget with his outer frame, mumbling things about the density of his frame, and something about metal quality being better than the bitlet she examined before him. And before he knew it the world had gone black.

When Blitzwing woke up all he could feel was pain. His body felt like it was both freezing, yet on fire, and his helm was killing him. He let out a gargled groan as he opened his optics to harsh white lights, he tried to sit up but he felt so heavy it took nearly all his strength to manage such a feat, but a voice came from beside him that caught his attention. “Oh! This one is awake, that's a first. Take it easy there, don’t wanna pop a fuse.” The medic said with a fake smile as that techno-organic approached him from the other side and snapped her digits in his face to make him blink. “He seems responsive.” Her voice seemed laced in pride, not towards Blitzwig but more so her own work, “Can you hear us TC-O1?” “My name is Blitzving, Not TC-01.” He responded, but the femme merely rolled her 4 eyes.

“Right. Well welcome to the world of the functional, you are officially the Decepticon rebellion’s first triple changer. Hence the name TC-01, kid.” The femme said with a bit of snark as she lowered a large mirror beside the berth, “Care to take a gander at your new frame?”

Blitzwing was initially taken aback when he first saw himself, he could barely recognize himself. He saw the large pauldrons set on his shoulders, from what he could deduce from their shape he guessed they were rocket housing, commonly seen with war frame flyers. He also noticed his stabilizers had a very strange set of treads, not tire treads, they looked to be like those of a tank, Blitzwing thought it incredibly interesting, especially when he noticed he could move the strange canons sticking out of his back, he couldn’t quite move his wings like he used too, but he assumed he was just stiff from augmentation.

Then he wondered how different Deadstick must have looked.

“If I am TC-O1, zhen is my little brozer TC-02?”

“TC-02?” The bots in the room with him looked at him in confusion, “There is no TC-02.” “Zhen vhat about Deadstick, did he not go zrough with it?” Blitzwing arched an eyebrow and winced from the pain, why did his face hurt? “Oh, you mean that bitlet who came in with you? We tried to tell him he wasn’t a good candidate for this procedure, he was far too small at only 33% growth, unlike you who’s closer to 80% growth. His armor was also far too thin due to his age and poor development in the chamber. He was riddled with coding errors, he never rebooted once we shut him down for the procedure. We pronounced him offline three hours after his operation. That was two days ago.”

The world seemed to stop for Blitzwing. Offline? Did she really say his brother was offline? Blitzwings spark started to race as he started to get worked up.

“Vhat do jou mean he’s offline! Jou killed him?!”

“No. We told him not to have the operation due to being too young and too weak, he insisted on it anyway saying “I don’t want my brother to hate me, I can’t back out now,” So I wouldn’t go blaming us for a choice he made. If it is anyone’s fault it’s yours. You pressured him to join.” The spiderlike femme said in a voice so cold and lacking of empathy that Blitzwing’s anger exploded.

And then there was nothing but searing pain as he heard a strange click, followed by a whirl as the world spun around him, his vision turning red from some sort of vizor that obscured his optics. The mech grabbed his faceplates as he screamed out in pain, the mixture of his emotional pain and physical pain causing him to breakdown into hysterics, the world spun again as he began sobbing with each rotation of his facial plates, pain shot through his circuits. He couldn’t find his balance or his grounding as he fell from the berth, dizzy from both pain and the spinning. The coolant pouring from his optics was flung everywhere as his head continued to spin, over, and over, and over again. He felt sick, sick at himself. His brother was dead and it was all his fault.

It was all his fault.

As the medics tried to restrain him, he lashed out, severing the neck cables of one, before they could pin him down and sedate him. As a numb feeling filled his body the spinning started to slow down and all he could do was whimper over and over to himself-

“I’m sorry, deadstick, I’m so sorry.” And after several moments of his own whimpering, his world went back to black.

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First of all i'm so goddamn happy to see twins i love them so much. Second, Do you have any headcanons about Blitz's siblings? Or Bees?

I have a couple headcanons about Blitzwing’s younger brother (born a few years before Bronzewing died) as well as some concept art of him! not fully sold on His design or name just yet but I’m working on him!

But the story of Blitzwing and Deadstick (still debating on the name, but its aviation jargon for landing without power) is a very very sad one. And it’s something that will linger with Blitzwing until the day he dies.

As for Deadstick himself, he wasn’t much of a fighter, he was actually pretty scrawny/sickly as a sparkling because he didn't gestate correctly. Tripwire was on her bullshit being a petulant child and due to her petty irresponsible actions, Deadstick suffered from Nanite deficiency in his earliest years of life. The lower ratio of his sire’s nanites caused several malfunctions with him, one being his optics were off-color.

Deadstick was definitely not a fighter, he was far too timid and wasn’t very strong. But he was a very bright bot! He seemed to be more clever than even his own sire and has managed to outsmart her several times.

He was a very sweet sparkling but suffered from mild separation anxiety, this was exacerbated when his carrier died and his sire left. Paranoia and panic would shake the poor young thing if he was ever separated from his brother.

Blitzwing grew very annoyed with his brother being so clingy, not that the bitlet could help it he was very young when he and Blitzy were orphaned, but Blitzwing was processing his own grief (in the worse way) and acted very much like a bully towards his brother. It's one of Blitzy’s biggest regrets.

If you want to know the full story of Deadstick, feel free to ask!

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please tell which altmods Deadstick would have if he was alive

His alts are a RAF Typhoon fighter jet and a Cybertronian Gausian class Rail Gun.

He is completely incapable of moving in his Rail Gun alt once he’s lock into position/on target. The firepower and destruction this alt can cause is devastating. 

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Smelting pot will eat the sickly or old, was closely associated to the decepticons and deadstick didn't get recycled?

He DID get recycled.

He offlined in the experiments, was tossed basically in a pile of failed test subjects, and the whole lot of them shipped off to smelting pot to be recycled.

Any bot who died, whose body could be recovered was sent to a forge for recycling. Deadstick was no different. Though Smelting pot did find it partially disturbing being provided materials from bots so small.