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~~mystic colorful lion~~Rawr 
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of course more beloved batman doing a cape swish!Na-na-na-na... 
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just a pretty awesome drawing I think if I must say! Batman La! 
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So my Bf has been asking me to draw us in anime and i finally got around to it! Heart :love: 
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I wanted to draw bee for alittle, so I did, this was my first time using a Wacom tablet! id say its not bad for a first go! anyways, I hope you like! Heart bum :emotebumblebeebottle: 
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4 Little Kittens...sleeping in a little pile of cute-ness..=p
I dont know if Im satisfied with this pic or not...but here it is :D
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transformer

colored pencils
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I drew it and then colored it in photoshop.
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^^; I’ve just been zapped by the geek ray and now I have a new obsession...

About a month ago I watched the new Transformers movie by Michael Bay and I just fell in love with it. I asked for the two-disk DVD of it for x-mas and I got it. I watched it like a billion times with :iconthyisa: and for new year’s we watched it and said every name of the robots that popped up. We totally spazed about it and even put a few parts on A-B repeat! (We cooed to death over Bumblebee’s little ear/antenna thingys x3)

Now, I’m reading up on the internet about the original 80’s Transformers and I’m all geeked up about watching some of the animated episodes x3. My sis is gonna record an episode on TV for me tonight!

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Bumble Bee portrait from Transformers.
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Amazing how fast these guys really can move when a Tern angers him and he blisters by right in front of you chasing after it.
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Meow :3 
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I'm slipping on the guts i've split trying to tell you all these things in my fucking mind. I'm grasping my head and pulling at my hair in the corner of my room. I'm breaking apart on the floor because rather than carpet, hardwood is just easier to clean. You have no fucking idea how hard i've tried to hold my composure, to not let this get the best of me. But i'm splitting you into parts separating it all in my mind and this part i am going to ridicule until i am okay.





So there i was sitting against my door after trying for the fourth goddamn night in a row to drown you along with all my other ghosts. Your letters were across the room unsent and probably staying that way, it felt like the complete opposite of salvation. It was four am and with the amber burn of the tips of my repetitive cigarettes, i watched as the ashes fell into my lap and burn the hell out of my thighs. And with my cloudy eyes red with smoke, i realized i was alone. I was utterly alone in the saddest way possible.
Numb the pain.
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“What if my internal organs had faces?”
“What if my lungs had tongues?”

These are questions we’ve all asked ourselves, so let’s find out... Organ Story is a dark musical tale following the lives of the internal organs of an average bloke named Lloyd. Enjoy!

You can also watch on YouTube here: youtu.be/y5rita8a9_E
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all i could draw today was blurr and i'm like???????
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i drew bee as a human, anime style! never done anime before!e-transformer :3 
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...or the best medicine can BE Knockout. :icontfpknockoutplz:

Whichever works better. :shrug:

Poor Bee is so delirious that he doesn't even realize he's talking about himself. :ohnoes:

HUGE FILE, BEWARE.
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This is pretty much me right now; sick with a head cold and not wanting to take medicine...and crying because drinking Grape Juice burns the fuck out of my throat...

Ugh...I'm gonna go sleep now...
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BUMBLEBEE DON'T MAKE BLADES LAUGH SO MUCH HE'S GOING TO PEE HIMSELF. D:<

Aurgh at long last :iconpoisontransformer:'s request who wanted a pic of Blades from Rescue Bots. :iconawwehplz: Hehe I hope you don't mind me adding Bumblebee too because my goodness his RB design was too adorable for words. :iconmindblownplz:

I'm not too great with Rescue Bots style I'm sorry but I hope this is good enough! :D Hope you like! :dummy:


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Galaxy time! C'mon, grab your... Groot... Ahem.
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Rocket Raccoon with piece of Groot..... from Guardians of the Galaxy

Rocket : Don't you dare leave me, you piece of stick!!!

 Llama Emoji-08 (Crying) [V1] Frozen - Elsa Crying Icon Pikachu Crying Plz STITCH LLORA Big Fool Emoji-07 (Cry) [V2] 
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Doodled up sad (chibi?) Rocket. 


Rocket Raccoon belongs to Marvel Comics. 
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Who decided whales can't fly?

If you're wondering why I'm suddenly making more art again, it's because summertime. 
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MAAANNnnn what's with me not posting art, this has been collecting dust in my files since May. OTL

SO EXPLANATION TIME.

Mental Illnesses in the Osmosis Jones universe
Back when I finally watched the Osmosis Jones movie and started to get into it I had a fun thought: How would the characters of an Osmosis Jones universe tackle a MENTAL ILLNESS??? 8U Would they even be able to fight it? Would it even have a personification? How would that all work?

Technically physically speaking I'm pretty sure white blood cells can't attack a mental illness, at the most you could take pills (which I don't really recommend unless you take therapy along with them because most of the time pills make it worse. If you really are suffering from depression or anxiety, CONSULT A PROFESSIONAL, a doctor, a therapist, etc, to find out what works best for you. I'm not saying DONT TAKE PILLLSS!!1 I'm saying they are very complicated because what's going on in your head can't always be stopped by some chemicals it's more complex than that. PLEASE consult your doctor/therapist/counselor/psychiatrist about taking pills and it's pros and cons, and do not stop going to therapy just because you have pills to make it better. Pills should be taken alongside therapy and shouldn't be trusted alone without proper guidance or use. It differs for everyone so please get a personal opinion) other than that there's just therapy. Of course the OJ-verse is pretty darn flexible and you could do whatever you want, some mental illnesses can have a physical affect on the body so maybe action from the immunity force is encouraged. 

Though speaking from what's physically correct you could interpret the use of pills to combat the illness, or it would be the job of the mayor to convince the body to go to therapy in order to combat the personification of a mental virus. And if there was a personification of a mental illness, I think in the OJ-verse they'd most likely inhabit/do their damage in/around the brain in whatever part they affect the most.


The Characters in the Image
SO in this image we have Anxiety and Depression, two things I suffer/suffered from. They were more intense when I was younger but now they've simmered down, I don't get as worked up about as many things and rather than full on depression it's kind of simmered down to (or has been all along) dysthymia. 

In my Osmosis Jones universe Anxiety and Depression will be villains that Neut and the gang will encounter/have encountered in the past. If I ever get some comic pages going their role will be more apparent. 


Anxiety
Originally I had the thought that it'd be silly if the mental illness suffered from what it was which is why I went the opposite with Anxiety (however I kind of dropped the ball and made Depression appear rather depressed) Anxiety is very wired, she loves chaos and disorder. She enjoys stirring up trouble and whispering worrisome thoughts to various places around the body, primarily the subconscious, sometimes for fun she'll whisper to various cells. 

In fighting Anxiety is hard to attack, she's very 'wispy' think of her like a ghost, she can slink around through any cracks and crevices. Her form can become physical, the trick is figuring out when it is. Her main abilities lay in causing an opponent to become anxious, to doubt, to worry, to freak out. Physically she has electrical abilities mirroring the shaking you get when you have an anxiety attack.


Depression
While Depression isn't entirely depressed he does withhold some depressing qualities. He isn't negative or feels useless or like there's no point. However he does lack the energy to care about most things other than corrupting the body, or in this case the mind. He is very low-energy and slow, much like depression makes us.

In fighting Depression must be fought tactfully for the goop in his hair and legs is very sticky and very hard to get out of. The goop itself holds depressing properties, gunking up whomever tries to fight it usually, even a bullet would dissolve within it. Everywhere he walks he drags this goop about, the hair can be withdrawn if they need to get away and not allow themselves to be followed, his legs can also on command cease oozing the goop. Aside from that Depression is not a skilled fighter, he's strong but he's slow to react but his goop usually does the trick, flicking it at his opponent is usually the most he does.


Also to say, please ask my permission if you'd like to use these particular designs for your own variation of a depression or anxiety virus. Other than that if you wish to create your own ORIGINAL design for depression or anxiety go nuts! I'm not going to claim credit for a viral form of depression/anxiety x'D but please do not try to use or mimic my visual concepts for them without asking first. :heart:


SO YEAH THERE YOU HAVE IT. I hope this encourages people to make up their own mental illness viruses. >83 Fun stuff yo! Let me know if you create one! I'd love to see what people come up with and how they execute the idea!


Artwork, Depression and Anxiety Virus personifications belong to Me
Osmosis Jones belongs to Warner Brothers
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Part 5

The Human Factor



'Where am I?!' The bright red-hided Cybertronian's optics flash open and he struggles for a few moments out of bewilderment and fear before he realizes where he's at. How did he end up all the way from the command bridge into the med. bay? There are cables connected to him to get badly-needed energon back into his systems, and both legs are held in thick braces that refuse to bend even the slightest. There's no one else in the room, which is pretty strange considering there should always be a medic when there's an injured 'Con in the bay. Dammit! Knock Out IS the medic! But then who and how..?

The doors slide open and two Vehicons walk in: T-521 and his flier friend. The two mechs exchange a few words with each other before the ground-based trooper with one optic approaches the berth to check cable integrity on the medic's chassis and arms. The red Transformer tries to say something, but the Eradicon closes his mouth with a shake of his helm and checks the medic's neck. Where was this simple footsoldier learning medical procedures so quickly? T-521 moves to the computer and his three-digit servos move slowly to type on it. The medic's crimson optics widen when he realizes what's being done and fights against the thick cables before recharge crashes down on him. Crap... A Vehicon was going to work on his injuries and he wouldn't even be conscious to guide it to do the procedures correctly...



The medic slowly stirs and a servo instinctively reaches up to his neck. Repaired? There's stiff mesh wrapped around it to keep the wounds from reopening, but it also prevents him from turning his head it's so stiff. The energon-giving cables are no longer connected to him, but there's a single cable connected to the back of his helm that leads to the computer. His vitals were stable by what he could see just looking from the corner of his crimson optics. It wouldn't be very wise to attempt standing or even disconnecting the cable himself- that could cause SERIOUS damage to his processor- so he waits for the one-optic Vehicon to enter the medical bay again. Why did he keep leaving? Ugh, duh: he was a footsoldier, so he was probably being forced to multitask.

Finally, the door slides open and Knock Out hears ped-steps over the ground that approach him. Took long enough! Primus... And his audios were repaired, too? Damn, he really had to teach that Eradicon some other procedures! The cable is carefully disconnected from his helm, and he's aided to his pedes. Apparently the mech had forgotten that the medic couldn't use either leg, because he lets go of the red Transformer's shoulder, and he quickly falls back onto the berth with a grimace. "Slaggit!" Wait...that wasn't the stuttered vocalizer of T-521: It was Dreadwing, dammit!

The first lieutenant returns with two long pieces of metal shaped kind of oddly in his servos. Crutches? How on Cybertron did those end up in the medical bay? Knock Out KNEW he didn't have any of those and only knows what they are because he'd seen human-sized versions of them being used. The medic narrows his optics, but can't really look to the other mech, as the stiff mesh on his neck doesn't allow him to. As the crutches are given to him, the medic notes that there are burns covering Dreadwing's digits and servos. He'd made them? That didn't really seem like a "Dreadwing thing" to do. It just didn't seem like a Decepticon thing in general. The massive flier again helps the small medic off of the berth and helps him position the strange crutches beneath his arms. Their optics never meet even once as the bright red Cybertronian limps out of the medical bay without a word. He actually wasn't sure if he even could talk, but didn't care to find out right now as he goes to his room. His audio receptors twitch just slightly as he hears that he's being followed. Now what did he want?

The medic stops and allows for the flier to catch up before continuing down the corridor. If he wanted to say something, he'd better make it quick since the medic's berth-room was just a few yards off, now. But Dreadwing doesn't say a word, and just continues on down the hall even after Knock Out stopped walking. What had he been thinking? Dreadwing wouldn't have anything to say to him.

Then why did he hope the other mech would? Knock Out quickly shakes it off and opens the door to his room. Strange... Everything was cleaned off of the floor and put in its correct place on the counters or drawer. Everything except the datapad, at least: it rests on his berth, which is strange as he'd never put it there after leaving the room. Without another thought, he places the datapad in its hidden drawer and proceeds to look around for anything was out of place. Nothing... EVERYTHING is where it's supposed to go. But how would anyone know the placements? Only Breakdown had, since he was the only other mech besides Knock Out to ever be in this room, but he was deactivated. The floor panel is even fixed... What the eff? The medic takes to leaving the room and limps through the corridors slowly, going nowhere in particular.

After a lot of wandering, he ends up in front of the first lieutenant's room and stands there for the longest time. Why didn't he hate this mech? It was his fault Breakdown had been offlined! But he was so similar to the deactivated mech, wasn't he? No, he wasn't! Yes, he was! The medic was torn between denying it and accepting it. But he was beginning to lean more and more toward the acceptance instead. He wasn't really sure how long he stood there, but on the sound of approaching ped-steps, he quickly makes his leave. Slowly does he make his way to the command bridge: Maybe some surveillance would help him out? That is...if Soundwave would even allow the medic to have his spot at the computers for even a short time.

The door slides open when he reaches the bridge and he limps inside. He adverts his gaze from Megatron, but does take to bowing as far as possible with his poorly-crafted crutches before going up behind the silent spy. After explaining his intentions to the surveillance chief, he does, surprisingly, move away from the computer. As soon as Knock Out takes his place, he figures why. NOTHING is going on; absolutely NOTHING! But he stands in front of it for quite some time until something flashes on the screen and it begins beeping. The medic can feel the spy's faceless gaze boring into him, but he doesn't move in the slightest. Breakdown? "Strange... Lord Megatron, it appears that Breakdown's signal has popped back online; albeit, corrupted..."

As he takes a few steps away from the computer, the navy spy steps aside and looks to the leader as well. "Investigate with caution: It may well be an Autobot trick."

Thoughts begin to flood through Knock Out's processor. Could he really be online? His remains had never been found, so just maybe... "I certainly hope not." Hurriedly, he adds: "Breakdown may act the brute, but he's a maestro behind a rotary buffer!"

Without another word by anyone, Soundwave opens a ground-bridge, and the medic limps through- followed by four Vehicons: two on either side. As they exit the bridge, the red-hided mech glances about the destruction around them. Helicopters lay useless and blown up on the ground and there's an enormous hole in the side of a fairly large building that's smoking from the inside. What the hell had happened here? And then he hears it: Ped-steps, heavy ones at that, come crashing out of the building slowly. Whoever it is, it's hidden in the smoke until he finally enters view. Impossible! "Breakdown! Where have...you..." The medics voice trails off as the mech turned to look in his direction. No...it couldn't be... What happened to him? "Breakdown..? What happened to you?"

The voice that speaks isn't the mech he used to know... "Therein lies a table which won't be nearly as interesting to Megatron as THIS." The bulky mech holds up a metal case, but the medic's crimson optics only look to that for a moment before he looks back to his former partner. His armor was rusted, welds run all over his hide, and his optic-patch had been ripped off. "So: Take me to your leader." WHO is this?



Knock Out stands in the command bridge with "Breakdown" standing in front of him and the warlord as Lord Megatron towers over them both with his red optics narrowed. "What is this ABOMINATION? Why have you brought it here?!"

The impostor bows slightly to the leader as he speaks. "I am Cylas- as in Cybernetic Life Augmented by Symbiosis. I come with a proposition-"

Cylas? Silas... Rage floods the medic's processor. The effing human from M.E.C.H. that had taken one of his partner's optics! "THIS is the human who dissected Breakdown!" His servo instantly turns into a saw as he leans forward on his crutches with a snarl upon his lips, but it quickly transforms into a smirk. "Please, my liege: Allow me to return the favor!" With the saw revving, he looks up to Megatron with optics narrowed.

Cylas doesn't look the least bit threatened... "I propose that you not overlook the one asset that provides Optimus Prime an advantage." An advantage? What's he talking about..? "At least, on THIS world." Wait...on THIS world?

"And that would be..?" Megatron speaks the medic's mind as he continues to stare down the former M.E.C.H. agent.

"The human factor." Crap...he had a point...

Didn't he? "Look around you, CYLAS." A very slight smirk passes over Knock Out's face-plates as the poison in his leader's words when he says the name. "I command an army from a mighty warship. What could a human POSSIBLY offer?!"

"I am no ordinary human." The human-Cybertronian experiment turns away from Megatron to gesture to the metal case. "And THIS is no ordinary weapon."

The human rambles on, but the medic tunes him out as he thinks. His servo remains a saw for some time until it transforms back into his small hand so that he can lean on his crutches. Out of all Cybertronians stationed on Earth, BREAKDOWN had to be the one used as the filthy human's vessel? He'd rip Cylas apart if he was given the chance... And maybe it would have been better if this was an Autobot trick: ANYTHING could beat a Frankenstein version of his deceased partner. Even deactivation itself...

"And what is it that you wish in return?" As Knock Out looks back to them, they're still in the middle of their conversation, but about to tie it up by the sounds of Megatron's question.

The "Cybertronian" bows while his yellow optics look up. "Merely a place at the table." No! Megatron couldn't allow him to be part of their ranks!



Project Domecles? What in the hell-bound PIT? It had been an utter FAILURE! Even with Soundwave being the one to control the satellite! Knock Out stands in the command bridge, glaring down Cylas as he speaks with Lord Megatron. But he had to admit that he couldn't wait for what was coming. The warlord had already spoken to him, and he would FINALLY get what he wanted! "Cylas, you have earned your place at the table."

The "mech" does look surprised by this, probably thinking of something else entirely. Priceless! "Lord Megatron, I am honored." He bows his head and Knock Out stands at the door to the bridge with an Eradicon on either side of him and his energon prod's tip flowing with electricity. Here it comes!

"Knock Out's DISSECTION TABLE!" As soon as the words leave Megatron's mouth, Cylas' single optic widens, and the medic would have given anything to see the actual human's face from within his former partner's chassis.

A smirk passes over the bright red mech's mouth and he shakes his head once. "Breakdown would be tickled." And then he advances on the identity thief.

"No! Lord Megatron, WHY?!" The Frankenstein of a Transformer backs away from the leader with his single optic wide, seeming to forget about the approaching medic behind him. Oh well, that just made it easier for the medic as he limps forward on his crutches somehow quietly with the energon prod outstretched. 

"Because Domecles was the best you had to offer- and it is no more." The warlord tilts his head to one side oddly to look down on the shorter yet bulky mech. "The human factor did indeed tip the scales... In favor of my ENEMIES!" he turns to the surveillance chief, who allows an image of the Autobots' human partners to appear on his visor. It seemed that Cylas was about to say something, but instead groans as electricity courses through his systems AND human body. Ouch. "He will be a FASCINATING case for study." That he would, and the medic would be sure to make every part of it as painful as possible. Maybe he'd even remove the other optic?

Knock Out tilts his head to look down at the former agent-turned-cyborg with his head tilted and his prod in one servo. He balances fairly well over the "mech" despite not being able to use his legs, too. "I will leave no fiber or FIBER OPTIC unexamined." He stoops down on his undamaged knee to tap what's left of the missing optic before the two Vehicon each grab "Breakdown" by one arm and drag him out of the bridge as he struggles and yells "No" numerous times. The Transformer stands up again awkwardly by using his energon prod and repositions the crutches as he watches with a smirk Cylas being dragged away.

"Megatron! I'm here to serve you!" Cylas continues his pleas as he's brought to the lab neighboring the medical bay, Knock Out following close behind. If THIS was how he screamed when simply terrified, the Cybertronian couldn't wait until Cylas was on the dissection table. The screams would be the best part!

But as he enters the lab, he hears the sound of large pedes over the ground. Had whoever this is been following the entire time? Wouldn't surprise him if the other had been even if Knock Out hadn't heard because Cylas' cries would have drowned out anything quieter than a yell. Though his neck is still sore, he had long since removed the irritating mesh, though expected for T-521 to attempt replacing it if he caught the medic. Knock Out turns slightly to glance at who had followed the four mechs into the lab. Dreadwing? Of all Cybertronians... "What do YOU want? Can't you see I have something important to do?" The medic's snippy remark doesn't phase the first lieutenant and he instead shoos the Vehicons out of the lab before looking at the now-strapped down Cylas as he struggles against his bonds. "Well?"

"I don't get how you had so little trouble in your processor with what you're going to do to your former...partner's body, Doctor."

"This...IDENTITY THIEF is NOT Breakdown." He points an accusing digit at the Frankenstein's creation with a glare and a growl as he moves about the room slowly to look over his tools. "Now, what to start with..."

"Doctor." The sternness of the lieutenant's voice causes Knock Out to freeze in his tracks abruptly. "It doesn't bother you?"

The medic hangs his head just very slightly before rolling his crimson optics. "It's Breakdown's body, but not his processor. He's one with the AllSpark, and will never return, but this...this human can endure the pain the wretch left me." He looks to an utterly confused Cylas who had stopped his yelling as he tried making out what the two mechs were talking about, but dares not to say a word since he can't move in the slightest besides his head and pedes, let alone defend himself. "Now, if you'd please lea..."

"No." Dreadwing crosses his arms before moving to stand behind the medic and look over his shoulder. He picks up a random tool and examines it before offering it to the other mech. "I'll aid you if you want, but I will not leave. Now, what about this one?"

"That's for RECONNECTING wires, and impossible to use on armor or protoforms besides useless cuts that don't even draw energon." He rudely plucks to tool from the other's servo and places it back in its respective place before stumbling to the other side of the room and picking up a rotary buffer. But that was no normal buffer. Knock Out had gotten this one specially for things like this and removed the usually soft part to be replaced with a sharp-toothed, saw-like head. "But THIS, on the other hand..."



Part 4


Part 6
Falling Inside The Black- Part 6This Song/Music Video Is Perfect For The Story!
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Part 6
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

Order Of Appearance/Mention: :icontfpknockoutplz:, T-521 & Vehicon flier, Dreadwing, Soundwave, Megatron, Breakdown/Cylas, random Vehicons
THIS WILL BE A SLASH!!!!
Yikes! Get ready for some torture next chapter!
And remember that there's still a possibility for this to change from a "DreadKnock" slash to a "Shock Out" one!

Transformers: Prime and all mentioned characters belong to Hasbro!
I only own the story and {somewhat} T-521 and the flier he talks to!

Title from Skillet's "Falling Inside The Black"! I just really think the song fits KO with what he's going through.

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Knockout and his shattered glass equal. :3
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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.  

 

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One bot, two bot, blue bot!

Anyways, if you're familiar with Tranformers Animated, you'll see how closely I was inspired by blurr's design, courtesy of a Mr. Derrick J. Wyatt! I really fell in love with that design, so I just had to pay homage. ^^ XD if they could do it with TFP Bulkhead, then I can certainly do it to TFP blurr. His vehicle mode is the same as in TFA.

NEXT:
Mirage should be coming up within the next couple of days or so. I gotta stop rendering so many blue bots, I've been staring at that color for so long, I'm surprised my eyes haven't turned blue. The TFA combaticons should be up within the next two or three weeks.

I hope you enjoy! I know I haven't really recently delved into any other fandom besides Thundercats or Tranformers, but hopefully I'll get back onto the DC/Young Justice bandwagon. I'm going to try to do another sketch blitz. ^^

Cheers guys! You guys are the best!

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Stitch and Toothless having a jammy jam :D

My favorite characters by the amazing alohalilo 

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Took a SS of a frame in the trailer of 'How to Train your Dragon' and played around with it a bit.
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" Best Friend "

I really love this movie :heart::love:
I love everything in this movie especially Hiccup and Toothless
Hope you love them :heart:


Hiccup and Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon
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Here is a painting/drawing of Toothless, from the Dreamworks animated film "How To Train Your Dragon"

It is created using several materials, such as; Watercolour, ink, pencil, chalk and many others.
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I think this too beautiful, even with that many failures.
Doesn't look like errors, anyway... Looks like some glass effect.

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So tyrantofthefirmament and I have been writing a RPG/Fanfiction that takes place after Predacon Rising. Starscream has reluctantly joined the Autobots after Knockout stumbled upon him damaged in the wilderness of Cybertron and repaired him back at the Autobot HQ.

Its been some time now and Starscream is insistently checking up on the new protoforms anxious to have a new squadron of true seekers to teach and command just as he did back in Vos.

Knockout and Ratchet are becoming rather irritated by Starscreams insistent bugging in the medical bay so Knockout gives Starscream the statistics on just how unlikely seekers are that its most likely that the new generation will be made up of mostly ground models.

In a huff Starscream proposes a bet to knockout that if the new protoforms from this current batch are mostly seekers/fliers he will have to convert his alternate mode to that of a flier and allow Starscream to practice instructing on him for the durations of a week.

Knockout agrees only if Starscream will do the same thing and shed his wings to become a grounder and allow him to teach the joys of racing. Both are set to humiliate the other. 

Unfortunately for Knockout, despite his confidence he will win the bet because of statistics, fate sees fit to throw an anomaly and the current batch of proforms begin to form mainly wings. Much to Starscreams Glee Knockout is forced to Take on a jet alternate mode.

If you would like to read some of the actual RP ya can read below! :)

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“Knockout! Can you tell yet?” Starscream was barely through the medbay doors as he spoke, slightly acknowledging Ratchet’s presence with a flick of one wing. He edged close to Knockout and tried to look over his shoulder at the readouts he was getting from some newly Sparked bots. “Are there any?” His excitement was rapidly boiling over into impatience at the medic’s calm attitude, and he looked back and forth between the data pad and the gleaming new metal of the young frames. “Any Seekers?”

Knockout sighed rolling his optics… “really now starscream… you asked me that same question about 5 subcycles ago… don’t you have anything better to do…” Knockout was busy monitoring the life signs on the protoforms pods. New sparks had recently taken root in the forms allowing for nanite growth and tiny unique forms to begin to take shape soon definable features would begin to emerge any moment now… unfortunately for the two medics on duty the resident seeker knew this fact all too well and would barge in on multiple occasions seeking what he undoubtedly expected to be a new generation of seekers he could take under his wing. It was enough to irritate the cherry red medic to no ends… the gall of the other to assume all the Sparklings would pick flight to the sleek lines of a finely crafted coding of a sleek automobile were beginning to wear on him as the other constantly assumed as such. “Besides starscream who’s to say they will be seekers they are more likely to pick a more aesthetically appealing form from the given base coding… one perhaps such as my own.” Knockout smirked while he made notes on his data pad having riled the other up.

 

Knockout’s datapad got a private text from Ratchet - ::That’s a load of scrap and you know it::

Starscream flattened his wings slightly at Knockout’s comment and waved his hand, no longer looking at the data pad, and not seeing any text. “Pfft, please! Given the choice, most sensible people would pick flight.” He glared at Knockout, then looked worried. “I’d better stay here so they can see a good example.” He glanced at the protoforms and back at Knockout with a grin. “If it’s aesthetically pleasing they want…” He waved his hand down his sleek frame.

::true… but you know your enjoying his reaction as much as I am to this:: Knockout replied over the private text to Ratchet with a smirk.

 

However that smirk disappeared at Starscreams quip.

 

"Oh please… you wouldn’t know pleasing to the optics if it came up and pinched you’re wing…" Knockout proceeded to pinch starscreams wing in mirth as he passed him to inspect the pods. "It’s more statistically likely they will have land based base forms. In fact I’m willing to bet the majority will be of only land based alternate modes." Knockout chuckled looking back at Starscream.

 

::What I enjoy is peace and quiet. If Megatron didn’t kill you both, with this bickering, he may actually be the universe’s most patient mech:: Ratchet glared across the room at both of them.

Starscream scoffed and flicked his wing away from Knockout, then followed him, growing agitated. “Well you wouldn’t know sleek and graceful if it came up and flicked your audial.” He twanged the medic’s ear. “Ha! There’s no way they would choose ground over air. There will be more Seekers. But if you are willing to bet…” An evil grin slid onto his face. “Care to make it interesting?”

 

Knockout let out a small yelp at his highly ticklish audio being flicked but stifled it quickly as he turned around to face the other.

 

Knockout composed himself leaning cross armed and looking smugly at Starscreams challenge. The odds were in his favor and Starscreams ignorance in this matter could be used to his advantage… yes perhaps it was time to give starscream a bit of a taste of his own medicine… Knockout thought for a moment before he came up with a delightfully humiliating bet for the other… given he was sure to win… oh this was going to be juicy…

 

"Ahhh I do so love games Starscream you have me there… how about this… your right… I will convert my automobile mode to that of a jet for a week and knowing how anxious you have been to train new wings you get to practice by giving me flight lessons…" Knockout chided the other making it sound oh so tempting to the seeker and drawing him into the bet. "buuuut…. if I win… you lose these" Knockout tugged playfully on his wings as he walked back around continuing. "and get to feel the grip of the road with your verry own set of rims under my guidance of course." Knockout looked confident knowing that would only I rile the other into taking the bait.

 

Ratchet remained in the corner and huffed an exasperated sigh. “And I supposed you are going to want a judge…” Ratchet was used to Knockout’s bets by now… most of the time they were meant to shirk his duties.

 

"Bingo" Knockout chuckled.

 

"If I’m involved in this scrap between you two I expect no funny business! You honor your wagers a aand you leave me in peace for the week!" Ratchet growled, knowing this probably wouldn’t happen but threatening the two for good measure.

 

"But of course~" Knockout crossed his fingers behind his back playfully.

"So do we have a wager starscream?"

 

Starscream’s optics narrowed as Knockout thought about the bet, expecting something boring like handing over Energon or buffing, but when he heard the proposal, he visibly puffed up. It was fascinating, and his victory would be absolutely delicious. “Certainly, Knockout. Training someone as hopelessly stuck on the ground as you to fly will be excellent practice for when I have all my new Seekers to teach.” He patted one of the protoforms affectionately, then flared his wings out. “I would say you’ll be sorry, but under my expert tutelage, even you will soon admit how wonderful it is to soar.” The other half of the bet, losing his wings, even for a little while, was almost too horrible to contemplate. But it wasn’t going to happen, not if he stayed with the protoforms and showed them what they’d be missing on the ground.

Starscream glared at Ratchet, who was grumbling and shaking his head. “I’ll keep him very busy Ratchet. You won’t hear from him for a week, unless he crashes.”

 

Knockout scoffed at that. “And I will be more then happy to teach you the thrills of racing and precise handling involved with the unforgiving rules of the road. Who knows you might even learn to appreciate your own engine and tires heh heh.”

 

" and lucky for you as the time will be sooner then later. Ratchet and I were just observing the protoforms as they enter their final developmental stage before release, which should happen any moment now. Care to do the honors Ratchet?"

 

"If I must…" Ratchet sighed irritated but obliged as he began to pull up the specs… "it looks like they are indeed entering their final stage.. ah the first ones shifting…" Ratchet smiled despite it. It was a happy moment for all of them no matter.

 

“I do appreciate my own engine, because it is a jet engine, and I -“ He stopped talking at the news that the protoforms were about to change. He edged in next to Knockout, clasping his talons and leaning close to the protoform, eyes wide.

After a long moment, a silvery plane of metal unfolded from the developing frame. Starscream almost hit Knockout as he jumped up. “That’s a wing! A real one, not a door wing! It’s a jet, isn’t it?” He turned to Ratchet, who pulled up more scans.

“Hmm mm-hmm yes. Here’s the compressor and combustion chamber. The turbine blades are well defined…” Ratchet switched to another screen. “Oh? It seems the next one is… also a flying frame type. A jet.”

Starscream managed to wipe the genuinely delighted look off his face and switch to one of sheer smugness before he turned back to Knockout. “Hmm. Two jets in a row. What are the odds?”

 

Knockout stared dumbfounded… “Th They are astronomical how is this possible?” Knockout looked to Ratchet.

 

Ratchet shrugged. “I’ve lived long enough to know anything is possible. It could be due to the repopulation of Cybertron that those old statistics could have changed now.” He simply chuckled.

 

"Well No matter the first two may be seekers but the odds the rest of the batch are are still very slim." Knockout crossed his arms.

 

“Comfort yourself with that thought while you can,” Starscream purred, moving to look at another protoform. This one had round, wheel-like protrusions on its shoulders and legs, and no aerodynamic features at all. He looked over his shoulder at Ratchet.

“That’s a car,” the older medic said without looking up. Starscream glanced at Knockout, beginning to get nervous. Come to think of it, there had always been more grounders than flyers, overall. The remaining three might be cars. Scrap.

Knockout looked smugly at this.

 

"I told you Starscream statistically there are always more Grounders then-" Knockout however was cut off as Ratchet announced the last 2 of the batch. "And those last two appear to have wings so Fliers" Ratchet leaned back in his seat waiting to watch the other Doctors reaction. Even though Ratchet couldn’t care less about Starscream, the elder Medic had been waiting for Knockout to lose at his own games for a while now.

 

"C..Come again!?" Knockout looked at Ratchet shock and denial written all over his features.

Ratchet only shrugged. Starscream’s wings flared in perfectly pleased synchronization with the grin that spread across his face. Aaall the way to his optics. 

“Always more grounders, hmm? Perhaps all the previous generations of Cybertronians didn’t have an example as superb as me to inspire them.” He walked around Knockout, giving his tire a spin. “What do you say we lose these, and go for something a bit more - aerodynamic?”

He walked in front of Knockout again, savoring the medic’s dismay from every angle, and drew himself up. “So, would you like to scan me? Or you could scan something from the database. It won’t be quite as sleek, but you can take your pick.”

 

Knockout stood dumb founded unable to even think up an appropriate response as he was too busy being well… dumbfounded

 

"It… it doesn’t even make sense… R Ratchet…"

 

"Checked already its true now hurry up and get out of my Medbay! Maybe next time you will think before one of your stupid bets Knockout." Ratchet looked smug.

“Yes, Knockout! Come on!” Starscream pulled Knockout by the arm and then got between his wheels and shoved him. “No backing out. I want to get in lots of practice before I train aaaall those brand new Seekers.” He maneuvered the stunned medic over to an old, but newly repaired, Teletraan-1 terminal and pulled up a list of jets. “This one is good, hmm… but this one has a higher rate of climb… ooh thrust vectoring! You should have that…” He flipped through the list, pausing on his favorites.

Knockout was mumbling to himself, barely audible as he was shoved wide opticed into the terminal. “I… I lost.. that that never happens… not on statistics… the infinitesimal odds are…” Knockout only snapped out of his daze at the other last comment and shove… he grunted irritatedly but there was a bit of nervousness in him now that the realization that he would be forced out of his comfort zone dawned on him.

 

However as he saw Starscream almost giddily picking out alternate modes for him he finally stepped in.

 

"I never said you would get to pick for me!" Knockout shoved the other away from the terminal his irritation getting the better of him and hiding his uncertainty for a moment… because as he took over the terminal it returned in full force… he would not accept any other alternate modes but the ones he himself chose even if they were… a form he had long since given up…

 

Hesitantly Knockout began to pull out his own private records accessing them with medical only passcodes and then even going further to decrypt a section that had appeared not to exist. Knockout sighed as he allowed the data to show on screen reluctantly…

 

He hadn’t ever wanted any of the others to even see this but given the circumstances he would be much more confortable in this form then any of the crazy alternate modes Starscream would have picked.

Starscream squawked when Knockout shoved him aside, but if the medic wanted to pick out his own jet mode, that was fine. Even though he was no expert. Whatever. But as the Seeker watched, he noticed Knockout was no longer in the alt-mode database. He was unlocking layers of decryption on… a medical file? He looked over Knockout’s shoulder. He was looking through his own medical files, to find a jet mode! He stepped back.

“Knockout! You - you were once a Seeker?” He was stunned. “I don’t understand. You actually decided to become a grounder? Why would you… do that?”

"hmmmph I have my reasons…" was all Knockout grunted obviously none to happy with the other having looked over his shoulder and then proceed to blurt it out for Ratchet to hear and who knows who else in the halls.

 

"Now turn around…" he glared at the other.

Ratchet just rolled his optics.

“Please, as if I haven’t seen someone scanning before.” Starscream said, but Knockout’s glare was unusually serious. With an exaggerated sigh he turned around, since it was likely the only way to hurry this along. “Make it quick. I want to see what you looked like….” His wings twitched. His curiosity was killing him.

Knockout just sighed again… he wanted to glare at Ratchet too who only grunted in slight amusement at the twos antics but chose the better of it.

 

Knockout proceeded to reacquire his old alternate form via an link to the database once he was done he began to reformat his plating as per usual reformation sequences he couldn’t help the slight whimper of distress now that it was actually happening and he felt his glorious lines and wheels slipping apart and reforming into long thought gone forms. Forms he had vowed never to take again…

 

"Oh Primus… Don’t Don’t even look at me…" Knockout groaned as he suddenly darted behind some medical containment canisters melodramatically.

“It can’t be that bad - I’m sure it’s a big improvement.” Starscream turned around only to find Knockout gone. Well, not gone. Long red wings were sticking out from behind a stack of medical canisters. “I can see you, Knockout. Don’t make me come back there.”

He walked to where he could see him anyway, and stopped. He’d been expecting a sort of awkward, car-jet hybrid form, but Knockout looked good. Seeing him, it was obvious he could have been a natural Seeker. He was sleek!

“That’s it, come on!” He pushed Knockout’s wing aside and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of his hiding place, and looked at him in the light. He normally didn’t think glossy paint looked good on jets, but the way Knockout’s painted design continued onto his wings really worked! After his appraisal, he cocked his wings to a nonchalant angle and shrugged. “Meh. Not bad.”

 

Knockouts Wings instantly drooped at that comment… “I knew it was terrible… Frag just let me go sulk for a few hours in my room” Knockout huffed as he tried to escape.

 

Meanwhile Ratchet was staring wide opticed at Knockout. “A deal is a deal Knockout… do us all the favor and stop being so melodramatic you look great.” Ratchet replied knowing that would be the only thing to get Knockout to calm down but also because if he was honest it was the truth he never would have known the other had originally sported a pair of wings and it would seem Knockout just looked good in whatever form he took… of course Ratchet be the last one to tell the egomaniac that any time.

Knockout’s nervousness showed in his wings, and Starscream moved to intercept him as he tried to make a break for it. “Yes, a deal is a deal. There is no time for sulking. Anyway, this is a big improvement.” He pulled Knockout towards the door. “So stop whining and let’s go see how much work I have to do. Once you feel the wind under your wings again, you might even like it.

"Oh scrap my life!!!" Knockout groaned as he followed reluctantly.

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Started watching Star Wars Rebels - favorite character, Zeb, hands down.
My muse finally got the better of me so I caved and cranked this thing out despite having a ton of more important things to do.

I regret nothing.
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Zeb belongs to Disney, etc.
Art by ZetsubouZed

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moon jellyfish, zoo wien
another aquatic life photo: [link]
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Part 5

The Human Factor



'Where am I?!' The bright red-hided Cybertronian's optics flash open and he struggles for a few moments out of bewilderment and fear before he realizes where he's at. How did he end up all the way from the command bridge into the med. bay? There are cables connected to him to get badly-needed energon back into his systems, and both legs are held in thick braces that refuse to bend even the slightest. There's no one else in the room, which is pretty strange considering there should always be a medic when there's an injured 'Con in the bay. Dammit! Knock Out IS the medic! But then who and how..?

The doors slide open and two Vehicons walk in: T-521 and his flier friend. The two mechs exchange a few words with each other before the ground-based trooper with one optic approaches the berth to check cable integrity on the medic's chassis and arms. The red Transformer tries to say something, but the Eradicon closes his mouth with a shake of his helm and checks the medic's neck. Where was this simple footsoldier learning medical procedures so quickly? T-521 moves to the computer and his three-digit servos move slowly to type on it. The medic's crimson optics widen when he realizes what's being done and fights against the thick cables before recharge crashes down on him. Crap... A Vehicon was going to work on his injuries and he wouldn't even be conscious to guide it to do the procedures correctly...



The medic slowly stirs and a servo instinctively reaches up to his neck. Repaired? There's stiff mesh wrapped around it to keep the wounds from reopening, but it also prevents him from turning his head it's so stiff. The energon-giving cables are no longer connected to him, but there's a single cable connected to the back of his helm that leads to the computer. His vitals were stable by what he could see just looking from the corner of his crimson optics. It wouldn't be very wise to attempt standing or even disconnecting the cable himself- that could cause SERIOUS damage to his processor- so he waits for the one-optic Vehicon to enter the medical bay again. Why did he keep leaving? Ugh, duh: he was a footsoldier, so he was probably being forced to multitask.

Finally, the door slides open and Knock Out hears ped-steps over the ground that approach him. Took long enough! Primus... And his audios were repaired, too? Damn, he really had to teach that Eradicon some other procedures! The cable is carefully disconnected from his helm, and he's aided to his pedes. Apparently the mech had forgotten that the medic couldn't use either leg, because he lets go of the red Transformer's shoulder, and he quickly falls back onto the berth with a grimace. "Slaggit!" Wait...that wasn't the stuttered vocalizer of T-521: It was Dreadwing, dammit!

The first lieutenant returns with two long pieces of metal shaped kind of oddly in his servos. Crutches? How on Cybertron did those end up in the medical bay? Knock Out KNEW he didn't have any of those and only knows what they are because he'd seen human-sized versions of them being used. The medic narrows his optics, but can't really look to the other mech, as the stiff mesh on his neck doesn't allow him to. As the crutches are given to him, the medic notes that there are burns covering Dreadwing's digits and servos. He'd made them? That didn't really seem like a "Dreadwing thing" to do. It just didn't seem like a Decepticon thing in general. The massive flier again helps the small medic off of the berth and helps him position the strange crutches beneath his arms. Their optics never meet even once as the bright red Cybertronian limps out of the medical bay without a word. He actually wasn't sure if he even could talk, but didn't care to find out right now as he goes to his room. His audio receptors twitch just slightly as he hears that he's being followed. Now what did he want?

The medic stops and allows for the flier to catch up before continuing down the corridor. If he wanted to say something, he'd better make it quick since the medic's berth-room was just a few yards off, now. But Dreadwing doesn't say a word, and just continues on down the hall even after Knock Out stopped walking. What had he been thinking? Dreadwing wouldn't have anything to say to him.

Then why did he hope the other mech would? Knock Out quickly shakes it off and opens the door to his room. Strange... Everything was cleaned off of the floor and put in its correct place on the counters or drawer. Everything except the datapad, at least: it rests on his berth, which is strange as he'd never put it there after leaving the room. Without another thought, he places the datapad in its hidden drawer and proceeds to look around for anything was out of place. Nothing... EVERYTHING is where it's supposed to go. But how would anyone know the placements? Only Breakdown had, since he was the only other mech besides Knock Out to ever be in this room, but he was deactivated. The floor panel is even fixed... What the eff? The medic takes to leaving the room and limps through the corridors slowly, going nowhere in particular.

After a lot of wandering, he ends up in front of the first lieutenant's room and stands there for the longest time. Why didn't he hate this mech? It was his fault Breakdown had been offlined! But he was so similar to the deactivated mech, wasn't he? No, he wasn't! Yes, he was! The medic was torn between denying it and accepting it. But he was beginning to lean more and more toward the acceptance instead. He wasn't really sure how long he stood there, but on the sound of approaching ped-steps, he quickly makes his leave. Slowly does he make his way to the command bridge: Maybe some surveillance would help him out? That is...if Soundwave would even allow the medic to have his spot at the computers for even a short time.

The door slides open when he reaches the bridge and he limps inside. He adverts his gaze from Megatron, but does take to bowing as far as possible with his poorly-crafted crutches before going up behind the silent spy. After explaining his intentions to the surveillance chief, he does, surprisingly, move away from the computer. As soon as Knock Out takes his place, he figures why. NOTHING is going on; absolutely NOTHING! But he stands in front of it for quite some time until something flashes on the screen and it begins beeping. The medic can feel the spy's faceless gaze boring into him, but he doesn't move in the slightest. Breakdown? "Strange... Lord Megatron, it appears that Breakdown's signal has popped back online; albeit, corrupted..."

As he takes a few steps away from the computer, the navy spy steps aside and looks to the leader as well. "Investigate with caution: It may well be an Autobot trick."

Thoughts begin to flood through Knock Out's processor. Could he really be online? His remains had never been found, so just maybe... "I certainly hope not." Hurriedly, he adds: "Breakdown may act the brute, but he's a maestro behind a rotary buffer!"

Without another word by anyone, Soundwave opens a ground-bridge, and the medic limps through- followed by four Vehicons: two on either side. As they exit the bridge, the red-hided mech glances about the destruction around them. Helicopters lay useless and blown up on the ground and there's an enormous hole in the side of a fairly large building that's smoking from the inside. What the hell had happened here? And then he hears it: Ped-steps, heavy ones at that, come crashing out of the building slowly. Whoever it is, it's hidden in the smoke until he finally enters view. Impossible! "Breakdown! Where have...you..." The medics voice trails off as the mech turned to look in his direction. No...it couldn't be... What happened to him? "Breakdown..? What happened to you?"

The voice that speaks isn't the mech he used to know... "Therein lies a table which won't be nearly as interesting to Megatron as THIS." The bulky mech holds up a metal case, but the medic's crimson optics only look to that for a moment before he looks back to his former partner. His armor was rusted, welds run all over his hide, and his optic-patch had been ripped off. "So: Take me to your leader." WHO is this?



Knock Out stands in the command bridge with "Breakdown" standing in front of him and the warlord as Lord Megatron towers over them both with his red optics narrowed. "What is this ABOMINATION? Why have you brought it here?!"

The impostor bows slightly to the leader as he speaks. "I am Cylas- as in Cybernetic Life Augmented by Symbiosis. I come with a proposition-"

Cylas? Silas... Rage floods the medic's processor. The effing human from M.E.C.H. that had taken one of his partner's optics! "THIS is the human who dissected Breakdown!" His servo instantly turns into a saw as he leans forward on his crutches with a snarl upon his lips, but it quickly transforms into a smirk. "Please, my liege: Allow me to return the favor!" With the saw revving, he looks up to Megatron with optics narrowed.

Cylas doesn't look the least bit threatened... "I propose that you not overlook the one asset that provides Optimus Prime an advantage." An advantage? What's he talking about..? "At least, on THIS world." Wait...on THIS world?

"And that would be..?" Megatron speaks the medic's mind as he continues to stare down the former M.E.C.H. agent.

"The human factor." Crap...he had a point...

Didn't he? "Look around you, CYLAS." A very slight smirk passes over Knock Out's face-plates as the poison in his leader's words when he says the name. "I command an army from a mighty warship. What could a human POSSIBLY offer?!"

"I am no ordinary human." The human-Cybertronian experiment turns away from Megatron to gesture to the metal case. "And THIS is no ordinary weapon."

The human rambles on, but the medic tunes him out as he thinks. His servo remains a saw for some time until it transforms back into his small hand so that he can lean on his crutches. Out of all Cybertronians stationed on Earth, BREAKDOWN had to be the one used as the filthy human's vessel? He'd rip Cylas apart if he was given the chance... And maybe it would have been better if this was an Autobot trick: ANYTHING could beat a Frankenstein version of his deceased partner. Even deactivation itself...

"And what is it that you wish in return?" As Knock Out looks back to them, they're still in the middle of their conversation, but about to tie it up by the sounds of Megatron's question.

The "Cybertronian" bows while his yellow optics look up. "Merely a place at the table." No! Megatron couldn't allow him to be part of their ranks!



Project Domecles? What in the hell-bound PIT? It had been an utter FAILURE! Even with Soundwave being the one to control the satellite! Knock Out stands in the command bridge, glaring down Cylas as he speaks with Lord Megatron. But he had to admit that he couldn't wait for what was coming. The warlord had already spoken to him, and he would FINALLY get what he wanted! "Cylas, you have earned your place at the table."

The "mech" does look surprised by this, probably thinking of something else entirely. Priceless! "Lord Megatron, I am honored." He bows his head and Knock Out stands at the door to the bridge with an Eradicon on either side of him and his energon prod's tip flowing with electricity. Here it comes!

"Knock Out's DISSECTION TABLE!" As soon as the words leave Megatron's mouth, Cylas' single optic widens, and the medic would have given anything to see the actual human's face from within his former partner's chassis.

A smirk passes over the bright red mech's mouth and he shakes his head once. "Breakdown would be tickled." And then he advances on the identity thief.

"No! Lord Megatron, WHY?!" The Frankenstein of a Transformer backs away from the leader with his single optic wide, seeming to forget about the approaching medic behind him. Oh well, that just made it easier for the medic as he limps forward on his crutches somehow quietly with the energon prod outstretched. 

"Because Domecles was the best you had to offer- and it is no more." The warlord tilts his head to one side oddly to look down on the shorter yet bulky mech. "The human factor did indeed tip the scales... In favor of my ENEMIES!" he turns to the surveillance chief, who allows an image of the Autobots' human partners to appear on his visor. It seemed that Cylas was about to say something, but instead groans as electricity courses through his systems AND human body. Ouch. "He will be a FASCINATING case for study." That he would, and the medic would be sure to make every part of it as painful as possible. Maybe he'd even remove the other optic?

Knock Out tilts his head to look down at the former agent-turned-cyborg with his head tilted and his prod in one servo. He balances fairly well over the "mech" despite not being able to use his legs, too. "I will leave no fiber or FIBER OPTIC unexamined." He stoops down on his undamaged knee to tap what's left of the missing optic before the two Vehicon each grab "Breakdown" by one arm and drag him out of the bridge as he struggles and yells "No" numerous times. The Transformer stands up again awkwardly by using his energon prod and repositions the crutches as he watches with a smirk Cylas being dragged away.

"Megatron! I'm here to serve you!" Cylas continues his pleas as he's brought to the lab neighboring the medical bay, Knock Out following close behind. If THIS was how he screamed when simply terrified, the Cybertronian couldn't wait until Cylas was on the dissection table. The screams would be the best part!

But as he enters the lab, he hears the sound of large pedes over the ground. Had whoever this is been following the entire time? Wouldn't surprise him if the other had been even if Knock Out hadn't heard because Cylas' cries would have drowned out anything quieter than a yell. Though his neck is still sore, he had long since removed the irritating mesh, though expected for T-521 to attempt replacing it if he caught the medic. Knock Out turns slightly to glance at who had followed the four mechs into the lab. Dreadwing? Of all Cybertronians... "What do YOU want? Can't you see I have something important to do?" The medic's snippy remark doesn't phase the first lieutenant and he instead shoos the Vehicons out of the lab before looking at the now-strapped down Cylas as he struggles against his bonds. "Well?"

"I don't get how you had so little trouble in your processor with what you're going to do to your former...partner's body, Doctor."

"This...IDENTITY THIEF is NOT Breakdown." He points an accusing digit at the Frankenstein's creation with a glare and a growl as he moves about the room slowly to look over his tools. "Now, what to start with..."

"Doctor." The sternness of the lieutenant's voice causes Knock Out to freeze in his tracks abruptly. "It doesn't bother you?"

The medic hangs his head just very slightly before rolling his crimson optics. "It's Breakdown's body, but not his processor. He's one with the AllSpark, and will never return, but this...this human can endure the pain the wretch left me." He looks to an utterly confused Cylas who had stopped his yelling as he tried making out what the two mechs were talking about, but dares not to say a word since he can't move in the slightest besides his head and pedes, let alone defend himself. "Now, if you'd please lea..."

"No." Dreadwing crosses his arms before moving to stand behind the medic and look over his shoulder. He picks up a random tool and examines it before offering it to the other mech. "I'll aid you if you want, but I will not leave. Now, what about this one?"

"That's for RECONNECTING wires, and impossible to use on armor or protoforms besides useless cuts that don't even draw energon." He rudely plucks to tool from the other's servo and places it back in its respective place before stumbling to the other side of the room and picking up a rotary buffer. But that was no normal buffer. Knock Out had gotten this one specially for things like this and removed the usually soft part to be replaced with a sharp-toothed, saw-like head. "But THIS, on the other hand..."



Part 4


Part 6
Falling Inside The Black- Part 6This Song/Music Video Is Perfect For The Story!
~kaleidostar132 on YouTube
Part 6
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

Order Of Appearance/Mention: :icontfpknockoutplz:, T-521 & Vehicon flier, Dreadwing, Soundwave, Megatron, Breakdown/Cylas, random Vehicons
THIS WILL BE A SLASH!!!!
Yikes! Get ready for some torture next chapter!
And remember that there's still a possibility for this to change from a "DreadKnock" slash to a "Shock Out" one!

Transformers: Prime and all mentioned characters belong to Hasbro!
I only own the story and {somewhat} T-521 and the flier he talks to!

Title from Skillet's "Falling Inside The Black"! I just really think the song fits KO with what he's going through.

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:) Paint tool sai this time + slight color adjustments in photoshop.
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This picture is dedicated to the amazing artist and friend :iconescume:. She posted awesome tutorial recently, you can find it here escume.deviantart.com/art/Asce…

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Experimenting with some features, I might review this image in the future.
Hope evryone is having a nice weekend :D

P.S. please forgive for the same pose over and over again, I am working on changing that soon -.-
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Entry Piece for the :iconwerewolvesatheart:'s First Contest
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Everywhere have we been shown, from cave paintings to grand murals, written of in folklore and holy writs, displayed in roles of evil and of good. Our howls have echoed through time, since man first saw the moon and to the day he stood upon her surface.

Gifted with the transformation or not, our hearts beat as one, race side by side with the thrill of the clan and the hunt, from tundra to dessert, snow or sand, we stand together.

Werewolves at Heart and Brothers by Soul.

Here is one of the Moon's Children, standing before the wall of ancestry, listening to those who've passed through time, their existence felt and also seen by their marks upon the wall.
Directly behind him is the story of the beginning, when a man made his pact with the wolf and, under Luna's loving eyes, the pack embraced him and he became one of their own.

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I must say that I really hate when a scan cannot do a piece of work justice. I wish so badly that to everyone who looks at this, I could have it be as nice as the original, but sadly that isn't possible. Doomed by the limits of technology.

Media: Prismacolor Pencils, Sakura Pens, and Watercolors
Time Worked On: 10 hours
Inspiration: [link]

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Christmas gift for :iconsbmccoy13: 
More gifts will be coming up and I tried a different style of shading. :P 
Stained texture was by me. :O
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