Falling Inside The Black- Part 6This Song/Music Video Is Perfect For The Story!
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A Lesson In Torture
Knock Out holds the "buffer" up to show it to the first lieutenant before his crimson gaze flicks toward Cylas. He turns it on and off a few times, bringing it closer to the former agent's robotic face-plates each time, just to watch him squirm. He can't help but chuckle, then brings the torture-device right to the face so that it can cut into the protoform as the human screams and the medic's audios just simply twitch in seeming carelessness. Dreadwing stands on the opposite side of the berth with one servo over his chin as he watched the medic's work with a raised optic-brow. The tall mech doesn't seem to notice the bright red-hided Transformer's slight hesitation with this action, though, because he's only watching Knock Out's servos and how he uses the torture device instead of how quickly he moves.
But it was KI
A young Soundwave before caring for his symbiotes put him in so much debt he was forced into slavery in the gladiatorial arena. I actually love how this turned out, though the colours gave me some grief as well as Soundwave's back. You don't see his back much so it's hard to have a reference, I made much of it up and tweaked aspects of Soundwave's design to make him look younger and more 'hip' for his DJ days with Blaster.
This was before he was fitted with battle armour that bulked up his frame.
Transformers (C) Hasbro
Art by Silverdart99
Never tell a writer he’s good enough
Because he knows this isn’t the case
And he’ll become conscious at the lie
That he can stop improving
And will be unable to show his true feelings.
Tell her she can change
And what you liked
About her displays of affection
Written in words of wonder
At the bright beautiful world ahead
Never tell a writer’s she’s perfect
For she’ll twist your words into decadent deceit
She knows that this is impossible
And will realize you never looked into her heart
As she wore it on her sleeve
Tell him that there’s work to be done
Before he can truly be an artist
But say that he’s on the right track
And guide him with words of encouragement
In his eyes, affirmation is excellence.
Never scoff when a writer bursts out
Bubbling with his interests
For this is what he holds to himself
Wanting to express what dwells inside his mind
But you couldn't care less.
Tell her that you appreciate
The beauty of effervescent brokenness
For this is what separates the mundane from the magical
Spontaneity springs eternal
The imagination of the scribe is unending.
Never tell a writer she has too much time
Because in her eyes, she has lived a thousand lives
To conquer the depths of the unknown
And send the message of her love
To anyone who gives an iota of attention.
Tell him he can use you
As inspiration for the times he’s in solitude
Mementos of the past are sufficient
For a lifetime of present work
And the future will wait for him.