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gurrl2000 · 5 days ago

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ANNNNNND the full comic! This was really fun to do for Breakbee week! Plus I got to take advantage and dive into these two’s split for the AU. I should add they are not a couple at this point in the story, just besties ignoring… the obvious. And will continue to play dangerously around that fact for 4 million years ;>

I promise it’s good hang in there fellas

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gurrl2000 · 7 days ago

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BREAKBEE FANCHILD

I saw a lot of my favourite breakbee artist making fan kids and I thought why not make my own?

I don’t have a name for her just yet but she’s a shy youngling who was born after the war ended.

When Bumblebee was ordered to fake his death he and breakdown ran away together after the war ended. And during that time they had a daughter, most of there daughter life they were always on the move-never staying in one place more the a few months. Until Bumblebee was ordered to come back by Optimus to train the Terrans. Breakdown hated this and it caused them both to have a lot of arguments over the next few days until breakdown reluctantly agreed as Bumblebee wanted there daughter to have friends near her age and look like her.

Breakdbee daughter doesn’t know any English as breakdown and bumblebee didn’t really speak it for the last 15 years together so when they finally arrived there was a huge language barrier. But she’s slowly learning and making friends with the maltos and Terrans.

Plus some extra sketches I couldn’t bother to finish, Breakbee daughter not understanding English and also her as a sparkling. Plus preg bumblebee and breakdown-anyways that’s all I’m going to bed

#transformers #transformers bumblebee #transformers breakdown #earthspark breakdown #earthspark bumblebee #transformers earthspark #breakbee #earthspark breakbee #breakbee fanchild #rushed again #fanart #I don’t have a name for her yet-so any suggestions will be appreciated 😭😭#I think im getting better at digital art 😭#oc art

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gurrl2000 · 9 days ago

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Hiiya love your art, I was wondering what was breakdown’s react to seeing marble for the first time?

hi anon! thank you :D <3 i'm realising that you might have meant when breakdown first saw her in bee's chest? in that case, have a looksy at this ask about how breakbee named her. he's kinda callous about it, there's not much to say :P

BUT if you meant the first time he sees marble after she's born, well here's a treat 1k words long!

“Bumblebee named her Marble,” the Prime’s voice is resonant in the night. “Was that something you decided together?”

Marble fits in the palms of Optimus’ hands. She is Breakdown's world.

“We did,” he whispers. He’s known her name for months.

A child with his colours—a red face, white helm, blue limbs—lay sleeping in those hands, curling in on herself, her new metal tender to the outside winds. With awe, Breakdown takes her into his arms, pistons straining to keep his gentleness. He had never held a sparkling before. She’s small. Against his chest, he notices nubs on her helm coming up like Bumblebee’s horns, a similar squared crest, and a familiar blue light in her optics as she rests. She is as much him as she is his.

She is real. This is all he has left.

“You won’t be alone in this,” Optimus says. “We can provide help and we’ll cover for you. I know that our differences are great, but…”

Breakdown’s wonder shatters with Optimus extending out his hand to him. Rage comes back into his vision. With possessiveness, he clutches Marble closer to his chest, his spark.

“Our differences? You failed him!” he spits. “Bumblebee dedicated his life to you and he paid for it!”

“Careful, she’ll—”

“She’s fine!” he says, but his daughter fusses in his arms. He needs to calm down, for her. It’s a struggle, heat still in his words as he hisses, “don’t offer your help. It’s pointless. How could I trust you?”

Optimus frowns. “It will be difficult to raise a child in these circumstances.”

Breakdown sneers. “I’m sure,” he says. “But what better time is there? End of the war. Ha. We might not be fighting anymore,but she’s still going to grow up in the midst of it, you know?”

“I do know,” he says solemnly. “And without Bumblebee as well… I carry a lot of grief for both of them.”

Breakdown could laugh. Earlier, he heard the news on the radio like a stranger: Bumblebee, Autobot hero, was dead. Breakdown was leagues away, separated by faction, unaware that the Autobots had begun to split Marble’s spark from Bee’s—a process that proved fatal. To the public’s knowledge, Bumblebee had been ill for a long time and died. Only few knew what else became of that: a sparkling. His child.

“You say that, Prime, but you’re never going to understand.” He tucks the crying sparkling closer to his chest. “Your prized scout died, but Bumblebee was my partner. He was with me before you existed as Optimus.” He can’t help the slight raise his voice. “So don’t pretend to know grief when the last bits I have of him is in my arms. I can’t even see his dead frame without threat of you!”

Optimus bites his tongue. There is nothing he can say that will appease Breakdown. So he continues.

“My family is one more hiccup in your Human-Cybertronian relations,” he says with a laugh. “You can’t even tell your pets that Marble exists because it’ll ruin everything you’ve built up for those organics. Some Prime you are.”

Again, Optimus was silent, and rage stewed in Breakdown. But even if Breakdown could, he wouldn’t have taken his blaster and fired. He needed Optimus, the person he could trust to not take a shot at him in this moment either, to sit in his misery. For Breakdown, this was mercy. They had agreed on a truce just for this. It would have been Bumblebee’s last wishes.

Optimus finally opened his mouth—though not visibly behind his battle mask. “If that’s how you see it, then I cannot convince you otherwise,” he says. “You must take Marble away from here. Out of this town, state, anywhere. And I know you may not like it, but if you ever need assistance, Breakdown... The door is always open.”

He glared. “No place is safe around you. At least tell GHOST to lay off the searches,” he says. “That’s the least you could do.”

Optimus nods. A moment passes without anything being said between them, so then he murmurs, “This is the choice we have made. Primus light your path.”

Breakdown took one last look at Optimus—poor, sad Optimus—and left. He transforms, tucking Marble into his front seat and securing her there with a belt. Breakdown hit the road and began to drive some direction away from the GHOST base. Staying was not an option, not for a single day. There would be no time to even mourn Bumblebee, nor attend the funeral the Autobots would hold for him. Breakdown wouldn't be allowed near the premises as a decepticon, but maybe he could have watched the show from afar and then laughed at their insincerity.

When he finally found a car park, the city empty in the earliest hours of the morning, he was almost ready to collapse from exhaustion. Perhaps he should have taken up on Optimus' offer, to let her be raised by humans instead, but his pride would have never allowed that. Marble was his singular duty to Bumblebee, his last tether to him.

Compelled to hold his sparkling again, Breakdown transforms out, gently shifting himself to place her into his arms. He all but falls against a brick wall to sit down with her.

She had fallen asleep during the drive. Out of curiosity, Breakdown pushes a pinky towards her. To his fascination, she reacts—she's real—her tiny, tiny hand coming up to push back. She holds him there, and Breakdown can't do anything else. He's scared to. All at once, Breakdown worries that he might hurt her by accident, but also resolves that with the same hands, he'll protect her from anything. Everything. His spark thrums, heavy.

Breakdown pulls her in closer. This is his daughter. There is no turning back from this decision.

"It's us against the world," Breakdown whispers, rocking Marble back into a deeper slumber. "You and me. We're gonna make it together."