Star Of The Show Excerpt

Star of the Show Excerpt

I just love this silly, cozy little scene between Knockout and Breakdown. I was SO. SAD. When Breakdown died in Transformer's Prime-- I had no idea he died in the series, I'd read lore about those two from other timelines and assumed I'd get to watch them be dorky glorious idiots the entire series. Sob sob sob.

SO INTO MY STARSCREAM FIX-IT FIC THEY GO!

I love their puns and jokes xD

Anyhow, have an excerpt from a very very very long fic I may or may never publish. Breakdown needs more cuddles and soft moments.

Content: Cuddles, light flirting, comfort & relaxation, mentions of alcohol (Energon wine) use.

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Knockout sat on the ground in perhaps his favorite place in the universe, despite it being on his least favorite place to sit, the ground. Breakdown’s legs fanned out to either side of his own as Knockout leaned back against his partner’s chest with a luxurious yawn.

The Seekers were partied out, an impressive feat all on its own. They had actually succeeded in reserving a single glass of the last of the wine for the ‘bot who had let them make chaos of the cask. Codebreak had almost drank it, but Nova was already making airs of posturing to secure her second-in-command position, and made sure it stayed safe.

“I haven’t felt this good in ages,” Breakdown said with a sleepy content his partner loved, and so rarely heard.

“Mmm… is that the wine or the Energon talking?” Knockout wondered, pleasantly fuzzy himself. His engines rumbled with a sleepy pace as the spiked fuel made its way through his systems.

“Maybe a bit of both, but that’s not what I meant,” Breakdown answered as his hands settled on Knockout’s hips.

Knockout smirked, gaze slanting around the room full of snores and sprawled Seekers.

“Oh?” he wondered.

“Mmm. You smiled today. Haven’t seen that in a long ass time,” Breakdown said in a low voice. “That was worth the flight over the ocean.”

Knockout’s Spark stuttered, and he sighed as he leaned back and tipped his head up, well aware that the room was dead to the world. Breakdown didn’t leave him wanting-- he dipped his head in for a kiss, slow and deliberate, as was his way.

Knockout sighed, feeling himself relax as his cables loosened up and he sank into the embrace. This was perfect. This was exactly what he… well, no, he needed a whole lot more, but he didn’t have the luxury of privacy that Starscream had, and Knockout needed that, too.

He just hoped those two idiots were taking things--

“Rusted scrap,” Breakdown swore as both their heads snapped forward at the wash of energy that swept through the room like the sudden radiance of a solar flare. The passed out Seekers stirred-- and kept on sleeping as some sighed with content, and fell into deeper recharge.

Vents whirred, engines rumbled, snores deepened.

The pulse of energy kept radiating through the air, timed like a heartbeat, washing over and through Knockout’s systems instead of slamming them full-force like a hail of rock.

It was like a fine spray instead of a high pressure hose.

“That’s… All comin’ off her?” Breakdown said with quiet awe. He’d missed the majority of Clara’s flare-ups back at the laboratory.

“Hmm. Yes,” Knockout said dryly, trying hard not to think about what it might mean. Any of her strong emotions seemed to stir her aura, so it wasn’t necessarily always because of some naughty, gross, cross species interfacing that made him shudder to even contemplate, and yet he found himself contemplating it more often than not lately because of the scientific curiosity he had regarding--

“Feels like… Those storms in the Wastes, except y’know, nice feeling. Wonder if our old apartment is still standing?” Breakdown mused.

Knockout had tried not to think overmuch of their past lives. It’d been over three decades since they’d last been to Cybertron-- it was quite possible their old haunts were renovated or destroyed.

The silence they settled into was comfortable, while Knockout opened up a screen on his forearm and began running a scan on the energy waves bouncing around the room.

“Where’s the energy come from?” Breakdown wondered.

“I have no idea,” Knockout confessed. “I get readings from equipment meant to read a Spark, yet can’t capture an aural image of a Spark, nor can I find any link between her physical body and her charged state.”

“Huh. So she’s got like… A mutated Spark?” Breakdown wondered. It was a horribly simplistic...

Knockout twisted at the waist to stare up at him. Simplistic, perhaps, but…

It was a brilliant theory.

“What?” Breakdown asked, looking at him.

“I love you,” Knockout said fondly, a quiet, private confession.

The hard lines of Breakdown’s face softened.

“Yeah? Love you, too, Red,” he answered with warmth. “Hmmm… Too crowded here. How long you think we’re gonna stay cozy in the mountains?” he wondered, fingers flexing slightly.

Knockout resisted the urge to shiver as he adjusted himself and relaxed back in his semi reclined position with care to avoid any scrapes to his finish, and sighed softly.

“Oh, I have no idea. Certainly not until ‘Screamer is done satisfying his curiosity about his pet,” he drawled.

Gesture Sketches

Historically i very rarely share my sketches because i honestly just don’t think to, so i very rarely end up sharing the occasional finished work instead, but i draw all the time

so consider this the start of me trying to share my casual work more often, this is how a lot of my more elaborate finished works start, as gesture scribbles.

Painting Process Timelapse

More or less how mooooost my digital paintings are done. Sketch, slap some color on, break it down into more colors to go with lighting, then paint from there.

Transformer OC portrait

Seeker Doodles

Just some doodlin' from the other day

Hovering in Bliss

Doodlin’

prolly won’t finish this one but i enjoyed the fun doing it

#DatArtTho