Hello, Dahrlings, the names Knock Out and I shall grace you with my presence.
I've seen every bot flock to this site, and from what I have been informed, I'd like to watch every bot crash and burn...
𝒯𝒶𝑔 𝒮𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓂:
𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 O𝚞𝚝'𝚜 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜
#knock out stands - Knock Out stand posts.
#doctor’s notes - Knock out makes posts
#answering appointments - Knock Out answering the ask-box.
#documenting - Knock Out reblogging posts with no commentary.
#conversing - Knockout conversing with others
𝙼𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜
#mod answering appointments - Mod answers the ask-box.
#mod informing - Mod informing serious topics
#mod rambling - Mod rambling off-topic
#Eclipse's prescription notice - Mod organizing and update announcements
𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑔:
The Winning Side:
@acidstorm-standing
@breakdown-standing
@megatron-standing
@standing-nightbird
@shockwavestanding
@soundwave-standing
@starscream-standing
@sunstorm-standing
@skywarp-standing
@the-real-skywarp-standing
@thundercracker-standing
The Losing Side:
@alpha-trion-standing
@arceestanding
@cliffjumper-standing
@cosmos-standing
@beachcomber-standing
@blaster-standing
@blurr-standing
@bulkhead-standing
@bumblebee-standing
@dinobot-standing
@elita-1-standing
@grimlock-standing
@hound-standing
@hotrod-standing
@longarm-prime-standing
@jazz-standing
@jetfire-standing
@moonracer-standing
@optima-standing
@prowl-standing
@prowling-prowl
@ratchet-standing
@red-alert-standing
@tracks-standing
@shredhead-standing
@ultra-magnus-standing
@wasp-standing
@whirl-standing
@wreckgar-standing
Neutral Factions/Others:
@allspark-floats
@buster-standing
@shadowstriker-standing
𝑀𝑜𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜
Hello! This is mod Eclipse! We/us, they/it. We've been wanting to make a Knock Out blog for a while now and finally found the time! We're a bit rusty when it comes to rp'ing so please be patient!
𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
No NSFW (Flirty comments are fine but nothing that goes into an sexual encounter)
No Discourse (keep politics away from the robot roleplay)
No LGBTQ+ Hate (and we mean ALL hate)
No Racism (AND no xenophobia)
No Misogyny or Hate Crime of any Gender (including general and directed transphobia such as: transmisogyny, transandrophobia, exorsexism, and so on and so forth)
No Generative AI Is To Be Used On This Blog. (No scrapping to train c.ai, no using ai generated images*, no using ChatGPT to write out questions and replies for you.)
*I do, however, understand it is getting much harder and harder to spot. In that case, it'll be a more gentle reminder since it wasn't intentional. Additionally, PLEASE tell me too if I make a mistake with that rule!
Set after the Final Act in the Viole(n)t Conflict Arc where Mirage now lies in blindness and grief.
Content Warnings:
Eye Trauma
Blood but its Energon
Implied death
War
Death ideation? (Implied at best? Saying here just in case)
Transformer Body Terminology:
Digits - Fingers
Servos - Hands
Optics - Eyes
Nano-click - Second
Only @outback-standing may reply.
Enjoy
"You know, you're pretty great at racing—for a regular bot."
"Oh, thank you—"
"You won't beat me, though."
"Really? What makes you think I won't able to climb to the top?"
"Firstly, no has ever succeeded in beating me. Secondly you and your title doesn't mean much here."
"Pardon?—"
"And lastly, if anyone were to beat me, it'd be Moonracer, since she's been working so hard to at least match paces with me."
". . ."
"Wait. Are you the Knock Out that Moonracer has been telling me about?"
"The one and only~"
"Of course. I'm not sure what I was expecting—"
"Don't expect much, here, anything goes."
"I see… I suppose I don't have to introduce myself then."
"You'd be correct, Mirage. Now, let's go meet up with our dear Moonracer, she must be looking all over the place for us."
…
..
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"You're catching up."
"Thank you, I'm glad you noticed."
"Don't let that inflate your ego, darling, it's a bad look on you."
"Like how it looks on you?"
"Watch it."
"I only jest~."
"Better be."
"Though, I don't jest in surpassing you. I will make it to the top."
"As if. You will be in a wreck before you get a chance."
"Ouch—a bit harsh, don't you think?"
"Not when someone doesn't know what they're trying to get into~"
"I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting into—"
"Frag you."
"Wow. To think a bot like you could get so crude~"
"You are not helping your chances in avoiding a scalpel in the spark."
". . ."
"Would joining me for a drink help?"
"Only if you're paying."
"I can definitely do that."
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…
"Oh my Primus! You did it! You did it Mirage! You beat Knockout!"
"Hahaha! I did—I really did!"
"I can't believe you beat me."
"I told you. I'd beat you on day—"
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You beat me. Congratulations."
"Oh don't mind him, he's a bit of a sore loser—"
"I am not—I just—ugghh—Whatever. You just got lucky. That's it."
"Of course, only luck. Surely I won't win against you once again."
"Shut."
"Bots, bots, let's settle down! This shouldn't be a heated rivalry, it should be a celebration for Mirage being able to surpass his own capabilities! Come on Knock Out, don't look so sour, you're still the fastest Velcitroian I know."
"Right."
"Of course."
"Alright! Now, let's go get drinks to refuel after that exhilarating race. I'll pay!"
"That won't necessary, Moony—"
"Nuh uh! I'm paying!"
"Okay fine."
". . ."
"Mirage."
"Hm? Oh—uh yeah?"
"Good job. On surpassing me like you said."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Don't get used to it, I will be taking my place back before you even realize it~"
"Oh I'm sure you will~"
"Watch it. I won't be bothered to cut out your voice box."
"I can't possibly imagine being your patient and being comforted to being in your servos."
"Mirage."
"Sorry…we should probably catch up with Moony."
"You would be right about that."
…
..
.
"Now, who are you to dismiss an opportunity like this?"
"Uhm—Someone who has better things to do rather than get back at a couple of bots who don't know what they're talking about?"
"Yeah, bots that blatantly disrespected your name and title. You aren't going to let them get away with that, are you?"
"It's better not to engage. I can't risk getting in trouble again, they won't—"
"They won't cover you for any future incidents, I know. At least come and watch me scratch those dimwits' paint."
"What? No—that's a bad idea Knock Out."
"If you can't fight for yourself, then just allow me to do the dirty work for you."
"No! You don't need to do anything other than ignore them!"
"As if they would stop magically—"
"It's not about making them stop!—"
"So let them go thinking they're allowed to treat everybody else like they're below them? Come on, Mirage, they insulted Moony for crying out loud."
"I...Fine. I'll go, and I'll race if this keeps you from doing something stupid."
"Trust me, dear, I don't do stupid. I just keep a tight ship and show who's really boss."
…
..
.
"Really? A rematch? Do these guys not have other hobbies?"
"Probably not—but it shouldn't be a problem, as we already defeated them once. Why not twice?"
"I can't afford another race; it'll be suspicious enough that I took another trip just after the first one!"
"Just say you forgot a gift from Moony, or something."
"Yeah right."
"If you're too scared, then I have no problem in racing for you."
"Knock Out, no."
"Knock Out yes."
"Seriously?"
"I'm always serious, and I'm serious about showing these bots who's in first place."
"You can't just—"
"I can."
"You're impossible."
"You're a walking rug."
"You—ugh! Fine! I'll race them again! But only because I know won't rest easy if I know you're alone with those two go-bots."
"What a gentleman. Just had to push you."
"Don't make me regret this."
"Don't worry, there will only be victory~."
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…
Pain. All kind of pain washed over Mirage.
Reaching where the most pain had taken its place, his servo came in touch with his optics.
He couldn't see his own servo, but he certainly felt his optics. His digits lightly caressing the ridge of the damage Knock Out's saw; liquid coating his digits that he could only guess was his own energon.
Primus...
Mirage needed to get up. Leave. Get help; but without really knowing if he was truly gone nor being able to see...his chance of survival was more likely to wait and hope someone finds him. Most likely Outback.
Hopefully.
...
Primus. He was a fool.
It was too good to be true; Mirage knew that. Knock Out was never easily persuaded nor easily keen on giving up on what he believed...yet even so, there was a part where he believed had died, wasn't so dead after all. Despite trying to move on, the corpse he had silently carried all this time, had finally gained back its sense of sentiment. A sentiment that belonged in a past he had burned down so long ago. A past that was nothing but ashes now.
And with ignoring all the obvious red signs he looked in the optics of, he became blind for it.
Guess that was karma...
Though one thing was made clear: this has made Mirage sicker than he had thought.
It was normal to miss home.
But Mirage didn't just miss home. He yearned for it.
There was nothing wrong with Earth, really, it was beautiful planet--but it wasn't home. It wasn't brimming with racetracks and culture and everything that was built surpassed any human architecture he's studied.
His estate was large and beautiful, fit for bots who held responsibility strong. Where all his hunting gear sat with his prized medals. Where his sweet Maximum sat there waiting for him from each trip Mirage gone on, or running off on him as Maximum went to catch the next turbo-foxes. Where his Guardians resided in helping him to mold into a perfect noble like they wanted.
Gone.
Lost to the never-ending war that could've been so easily prevented.
...
If only he could go back. Pay more attention to the uprising. Make a stance. Make a change. Keep what he had lost.
...
How does one even move on from losing their home; their family, their friends...or themselves.
...
How does one cure itself from this sickness?
This sickness that seemed to engulf Mirage every time he gazed up into the night sky or when he would hear a sound a bark coming from afar or when he would be on the road alone.
It seemed everything on Earth, despite its opposing life-forms, had reminded Mirage of home every nano-click it got.
Perhaps that's why no matter how much Mirage hated being on this rock...he could never stay mad, as it would quickly turn fume into cries.
...
Maybe this is it.
The end to his seemingly never-ending sickness.
The entrance to perhaps a better time where things can be different. where things are different.
