Y'know when you're supposed to do a silly comic with no plot and no deep characters and you're succeeding at it.. But then you start drawing them more and more complex as time goes on... And suddenly there's a plot...
This part was supposed to be even longer than this, but I've worked on it for so long that I decided to post it. Next part will have some lore and introduce another character.
Y'know when you're supposed to do a silly comic with no plot and no deep characters and you're succeeding at it.. But then you start drawing them more and more complex as time goes on... And suddenly there's a plot...
This part was supposed to be even longer than this, but I've worked on it for so long that I decided to post it. Next part will have some lore and introduce another character.
Rage entered Hydradread's laboratory with a sigh. He rubbed his face as he announced:
"Okay, it wasn't my idea- You and me, we're going to a strip club."
"WHAT-"
(This one got mentions of a strip club and being inside the club, but nothing explicit/sexual. Also some death :D)
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Sometime later, on the streets:
"-I suppose this is a good opportunity to field test some of my gadgets but uh... I'm not sure how we could use destructive weapons in a place like this," Hydra yapped, and had been yapping for the past 10 minutes without break.
Rage sighed for the 10th time and pulled Hydra aside, hiding them into the alleyway before the entrance to the club.
"So, here's the deal. We aren't here to uh.. do whatever mechs do at a place like this," his voice waivered slightly as he spoke. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "We're here to blow this place up because Shockwave thinks this place's a cover up for a secret autobot base."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?? I would've taken my newest explosives," Hydra mourned over the loss of a perfect field-testing opportunity.
"Well... I just um... Felt embarrassed.. I guess," Rage mumbled and turned around to scout the entrance for any trouble.
Hydra snickered. "Hah, you?"
Rage was quiet.
It was silent for a few minutes.
This was awkward.
"How are we even getting in? Don't we need an ID or something-"
"Shockwave made fakes," Rage cut off Hydra.
"Riiight."
Hydra fidgeted with his servos. Out of habit, he started checking all the weapons he brought with him. Acid jets and pellets, quagma rifle, certainly banned in 50 countries high grade explosives-
"Let's go." Rage tugged Hydra along without a warning. Hydra staggered before finding his balance and followed close behind as Rage walked up to the door casually.
"ID?" The security guard asked bluntly.
Rage smiled and took out the ID's from his pocket, secretly slipping Hydra one behind his back. "Certainly." He handed the ID over to the guard.
The guard looked it over and glanced at Hydra. "And you?"
"Yes. Here. This is mine."
The guard let them in and in they went. The club was dark, dim blue lights came from the ceiling, shining some light on the tables at which people were sitting. The music was loud, blocking out any sounds of conversation in the crowd. Bright white lights were pointed at the stage, making it the center of attention. There were a few poles and a few mechs, dancing... HEY WAS THAT JAZZ????
Rage was surprised to see one of the autobots on the stage. This confirmed there was some autobot activity here. But this also meant trouble, they can't be seen. He took a hold of Hydra's servos and dragged him across the crowd to try and get to the backstage. They needed to set up the bombs quick and then get the hell out of there.
After struggling to get past the crowd for 7 minutes, they made it to the egde of the stage. There was a security guard between them and the way to backstage.
Rage scream-whispered to Hydra "Do you have anything we can use to distract that guard?" He hoped the other could hear him through the booming music. Why was it so loud anyway?
Hydra gave him an excited slime.
"Do I have anything??? You're asking me, you should know I always have something!" He looked over his weapons and gadgets and picked out a few things.
"Shall we go with a simple paralytic or-"
"Sure! whatever! Come." Rage shouted over the music and dragged Hydra along.
Hydra was disappointed he didn't get to list off everything he had for this scenario, but he quickly pushed it aside in favor of completing the task. Paralytic dart it is then. Kinda boring, but works. He did have more interesting options-
It was his time to act. Hydra readied the dart in a small compartment on his hand and aimed it under the guard's jaw. The dart launched and hit the target cleanly, administering the paralytic. They waited precisely 6.086 seconds before the guard collapsed, and then made a run for it.
Hydra passed a couple of explosives to Rage and they quickly started setting the up everywhere they could while running around backstage. There were performers and other workers there, and they quickly noticed Hydradread and Rage weren't supposed to be there.
They dropped off the final bombs and made a run for it as the other mechs chased after them, along with some security guards. Hydra pressed the launch button which activated a short 10 second timer on all the bombs.
They pushed through the crowd, this time not caring about not being seen. They had to get out or be blown up with the rest of them.
Pushing a few mechs there and there, they jumped out the door just as the explosives went off. Hydra and Rage hit the pavement and covered their helmets, shielding themselves from the explosion.
The whole building went up in a glorious blast.
Chunks of the walls, furniture and mechs inside went flying across the whole street. The force of the explosion had some collateral damage, damaging a few buildings next to the club. The remains of the place lit up in flames and lighted up the darkness of the night.
Hydra sat up, a bit battered from taking some of the explosion. He looked at his masterpiece in awe, these had more explosive power than he thought.
Rage sat up next to him, looking a bit disoriented. He rubbed his helm and looked at the destruction. It was beautiful. So many mechs dead or destroyed. The walls of the club were no longer there as if they had evaporated into thin air. All the furniture inside was broken into bits, covered in the energon of those who had perished.
"Magnificent," Rage mumbled and looked at Hydra. He assessed the other's condition and deemed it good enough. No major injuries. He stood up slowly and then offered his servos to Hydra, something he wouldn't have done yesterday.
Hydra took his servos to his own and stood up. "Thanks," he said a little timidly and quickly let go.
"Wasn't that blast amazing??? I knew these explosives would do the trick, but I didn't know they would do it this good!" Hydra quickly switched the topic to admire the mass-destruction.
Rage chuckled a little before catching himself.
"Yes um... We should go before anyone finds out about this. Not that they already haven't.."
"Yes, let's go!"
And so the two mechs frolicked off to the darkness of the night. What were they up to next? Hydra was certainly going to develop a more powerful explosive. And Rage just wanted to sleep.
You've made it to the end, congratulations!
Lately Hydradread has been on my mind and I HAD to write something. Hopefully these two are not too out of character XD
(Alsooooo I have a design for Hydra already done, will be posting it sometime this week hopefully ALONG WITH some doodles.)
This one's a bit short, but it's been sitting in my drafts for a week or two, so I think it's time to post it.
More Megatron, but also the waves
Warnings: severed head
Megatron stared in those cold dead optics. He was slouched on the table, resting his head over his crossed arms. Optimus' severed head stared back, it's expression forever eched in surprise.
The sunlight cascaded halfway across the room from the half covered gigantic window, hitting Optimus' helm. The light reflected from it in beautiful shades of rainbow. Megatron was sitting in the shadow, the part of the room the light couldn't reach.
It had been a week or two since the war ended. Megatron didn't know. Neither did he care to.
He had taken over the fortress of Iacon. There he would rule over Cybertron in glory. Or well... so he thought. Ruling wasn't as glorious as he had imagined. There was a lot of paperwork, a lot of decisions, a lot of demands. If he made one wrong decision, a sector suffered from it. It was a careful game of balancing resources evenly across the land as it was repaired.
It was nothing like the image he had created in his mind.
Politics... Well, there were many who wished to rule Cybertron now that the war was over. They all were tiptoeing around him while fighting amongst one another about meaningless things like which mine belonged to whom and who had more riches. Regrettably he had to tolerate them. It was too much work to do everything alone and they kept all the sectors in check.
He missed the times when it was only him, his army, and his warship. Everything was much simpler back then.
On top of that, he couldn't rest his optics. Every corner he turned, he was sure that Optimus was behind it, ready to strike him down. If not him, then someone else. But Optimus was here...
He reached out to grab the head and dragged it across the table into the darkness.
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It was a busy day in the lab. Shockwave had many things to accomplish, many experiments to conduct. Despite his better judgment, he had allowed Soundwave to conduct his work in his laboratory. He knew this would decrease productivity by 6.5%, but perhaps it was a worthy sacrifice..
"Soundwave: concerned. Lord Megatron: increasingly weird." Soundwave spoke for the first time today. Shockwave turned to look at him, pausing his work for the time being.
"How did you reach this conclusion?"
Soundwave typed on his computer and made the security footage he had been looking at appear on the screen of Shockwave's desk. In the footage, Megatron appeared to talk to someone's severed head... Hmm.. Oh that was definitely Optimus Prime's.
"I find your conclusion logical. But I suggest we don't interrupt. I believe lord Megatron would terminate us for that," Shockwave mused.
There was more time for his work if lord Megatron was busy with... other things. Even if those things were highly concerning and made Shockwave guestion his ability to make rational decisions.
So I read @mercuryw1tch 's fic "The scientific method (of falling in love) AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT DRAW THIS SCENE. Like the way Starscream wants to protect Skyfire but all he is doing is just self-sabotaging himself aaaaaaaa let them be happyyy
Listening to this skystar playlist while drawing this is a mood
(Also mercury if you see this- Omigosh I appreciate your works so much, thank you for continuing to write them! You inspired me to start writing again >:])
That basically sums it up. There's blood (energon), and murder and a war, so read at your own discretion. (+ doomed yaoi snippets, if I ever write more of this there's definitely gonna be more of that)
It's 1am when I'm writing this so if there's any typos, my bad.
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Drenched in the spilled energon of others and his own, Optimus heaved over his arch nemesis. The battlefield was littered with corpses of those who had fallen, their energon soaking into the ground and giving the grass a faint blue glow. The sun had set a long time ago. The battle had raged on for ages.
Starved and nauseous, he lifted a blade from the ground. Who did it belong to? He didn't care. He had to slay Megatron. This war had gone on for too long. Too many lives lost, including his own. He had dedicated it for the cause, for ending this suffering. He wasn't truly alive until everyone was at peace.
Optimus lifted the blade, ready to strike it through Megatron's spark. He'd do it properly this time. Swiftly. This needed to end. But he stilled when Megatron opened his optics to look at him. That brief flash of admiration in those optics, it was enough to make him hesitate. Could there be another way to end this? Everyone deserves a second-
Megatron watched as the head of his dearest enemy fell onto the ground. It rolled across the ground for a few meters before stopping, energon spilling all around it and leaving a trail to the head. Optimus' body fell heavy on top of him. Energon spilled on his face from the gaping wound where Optimus' head should be attached to his shoulders.
He was silent. Stunned.
He could taste the energon on his lips.
Starscream yelled a victorious cry from the distance, standing up from the ground and throwing his arms up in celebration. "THE AUTOBOT LEADER IS NO MORE! AND I, STARSCREAM, VANGUISHED HIS VERY SPARK! HAHA!"
Starscream paused and smiled proudly, rubbing his chin. "Perhaps I should be the leader of the decepticons for doing such a magnificent deed. After all, through his many attempts even the mighty Megatron wasn't able to do that! I'm truly an exceptional candidate to rule over-" He continued talking to himself.
Megatron couldn't stop staring.
His spark felt... empty.
But no, he didn't feel sorrow. Surely. There's no way he would grieve the loss of that annoying pest who kept on prolonging this war with his resistance. Now Cybertron was his to rule over. It was his right to rule.
What he felt was simply... anger. Right? Yes. Starscream took away HIS chance to kill Optimus himself.
I mean, he clearly had it back there! Optimus was practically in his grasp! And Starscream? He just took that away from him.
Megatron sat up from the ground, pushing Optimus's body off of him. He viped the energon from his face with his servos. Then he looked at Starscream. There was so much rage he felt towards that seeker. How many times had he betrayed him? How many times had he graciously allowed Starscream to stay in his ranks? How many times had Starscream tried to kill him? What if Starscream hadn't been aiming for Optimus, but instead him with that weapon? What if he hadn't cared which one of them would perish?
Megatron lifted his arm. His cannon formed on it instinctively as he aimed for Starscream's head. And he clenched his digits together, taking the shot.
What was one more corpse?
Atleast he finally got rid of the biggest annoyance in his life. Why hadn't he done this earlier? Optimus could've still been-
He picked up the severed head, rising from the ground.
The field was quiet. The sun had started to rise. And despite the horde of corpses spread around, it was peaceful. He looked into Optimus' empty optics. "You never disappointed."
