#generator rex black knight

[god-help-me-pls]

if u see a mistake no u dont

[whispering-radiance]

| Generator Rex doodles |

This show is constantly on my mind— Each character is so well written and overall it’s really fun to rewatch >:33

[hyakilove129]

[eelektrossfan]

Strategy to your (own) demise

[fisksaturday]

i was gonna draw more of this before i posted it but drawing is hard and i drew these like 400 years ago. so here it is

generator rex swap au, a little about it under the cut

beverly swaps with rex

césar swaps with holiday

black knight swaps with six

circe swaps with noah

i considered van kleiss and white knight swap but their personalities just. would not work in each others scenarios. like the vibes are all off. so they dont swap at all its just regular for them

heres evo rex

[space-sakura]

My two favorite villains✨💜

[providencehq]

Maybe the omega nanite will cure your fucked up body, who knows

Additional versions under readmore:

OG evo form of Brook (Black Knight) for my reverse AU my beloved. I'm trying to figure out textures right now.... very cruel in CSP. Also I trying to not do lineart, experimentation time

[mariusageyn]

[yuriosakawa]

Project R.E.X

Rex tightened his grip on his Smackhands, the whirring hum of his nanites filling the tense silence. Black Knight stood across from him, her usual smug expression never wavering. The dim, sterile lighting of the Providence lab cast long shadows, the hum of distant machinery the only sound between them.

"You really should've stayed out of this, Rex," she said coolly, circling him like a predator. "But then again, curiosity runs in the family."

Rex scowled. "Yeah, well, I guess that means I get it from César. Not you."

At that, Black Knight chuckled, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh, but you do get it from César. He really went all out when he created you."

Rex’s stance faltered, his mind blanking for just a second. "Created me?"

That hesitation was all Black Knight needed. Before he could react, she surged forward, her gauntlet glowing ominously as she struck. Pain exploded in his side as he was sent crashing into a nearby console, sparks flying from the impact.

Through the pain, through the spinning world around him, the words stuck in his mind. Created me?

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Hours later, back at the Plant, the air between Rex and his older brother was thick with unspoken tension. César had his arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he studied Rex. The younger teen, still sore from the fight, had his arms resting on his knees, his mind a storm of emotions.

"Tell me she was lying," Rex finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me I’m just—just a normal kid who got mixed up in all this. That I'm—"

"Human?" César finished for him.

Rex swallowed hard, meeting his brother’s gaze.

César sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was going to tell you. One day. When you were ready."

"Yeah, well, I’m ready now," Rex snapped, anger masking his fear. "So talk."

César hesitated, but then, in that quiet, methodical tone of his, he spoke. "The Nanite Project was a failure for years, Rex. Alpha was too unstable. The other experiments? Disasters. But I—I realized something. The nanites needed a mind. A consciousness to keep them stable." He took a breath, eyes dark with memories. "So I created one."

Rex felt his stomach drop.

"I used my own DNA as a base," César admitted, looking away as if ashamed. "Modified it, accelerated the process, and fused it with the first—and only—successful batch of nanites. The result was… you. A Revolutionarily Evolved Xeno-organism. A R.E.X."

Silence. Rex felt like the world had shifted under him, like he was standing on unstable ground, trying to process everything. His arms rested limply on his knees, his fingers twitching as if trying to grab onto something solid. But there was nothing. Just César’s words, echoing over and over in his head.

A clone. A lab experiment. A R.E.X.

"But… if I was created as a teenager," Rex finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "why was I a little kid when Six found me?"

César hesitated. And that alone made Rex’s stomach tighten.

"That’s because of your true form," César admitted.

Rex blinked. "My… what now?"

César sighed, rubbing his temple before gesturing with his hands. "The giant machine you turn into? The one Providence was so terrified of? It’s not just a war machine. It’s… something like a restoration chamber."

Rex stared, waiting for the punchline. But there wasn’t one.

César continued, his voice softer now. "Whenever you’re in a life-threatening condition, it forms around you automatically. Shields you. Repairs you." He looked directly at Rex, his dark eyes unreadable. "But there’s a side effect."

Rex swallowed. He already didn’t like where this was going.

"It rejuvenates you," César said. "It doesn’t just heal your wounds—it resets your physical age. That’s why when Six found you, you weren’t the teenager I originally created. You were a little boy."

Rex sucked in a sharp breath, his mind reeling. "So you’re saying that every time I—"

"—Almost died," César finished for him. "You got younger. It doesn’t always happen, but when the damage is critical enough…" He trailed off, letting Rex fill in the blanks.

Rex’s head dropped into his hands. He felt sick. He felt wrong. Like his entire existence wasn’t his own.

He exhaled shakily. "Did it also…?" He hesitated, staring at the floor. "Did it also mess with my memories?"

César didn’t answer right away. That hesitation again. And this time, it felt like a knife twisting into Rex’s gut.

"No," César said, his voice heavy with guilt. "Your amnesia was caused by something else."

Rex clenched his jaw, his hands gripping his hair. "What, then?!" He snapped his head up, eyes burning. "What happened to me?"

César’s face was unreadable. For a moment, Rex thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then, quietly, almost too softly, César whispered,

"The explosion happened…” 

Silence.

Rex felt his stomach plummet. His breath hitched. Somewhere, deep inside his mind, something lurched. Something dark.

Something missing.

He didn’t know what it was. But for the first time in years, he was afraid to remember.

"So what, I’m… not real?" he whispered.

César’s eyes snapped back to his. "You’re real, Rex. More real than anything else in that lab." He stepped closer, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "I didn’t program you. I didn’t shape who you are. You chose that. You’re not a machine. You’re not a weapon. You’re my little brother."

Rex’s fists clenched. His chest was tight. His mind was screaming at him that this was too much, that he wasn’t ready for this. But through the storm, one thing remained clear.

Black Knight had given him this truth as a way to break him.

She had failed.

Rex took a shaky breath, nodding. "Okay," he muttered. "Okay." He looked up, forcing a smirk despite everything. "I mean, hey, at least I got the good looks in the family, right?"

César blinked, then huffed a small laugh. "I suppose that’s up for debate."

Rex still didn’t know how to process all of this. But one thing was for sure. He wasn’t about to let Black Knight win.

This was his life. No one was going to take that from him.

Not her.

Not anyone.

[disgruntledexplainer]

the characters of Generator Rex as living symbols

Something interesting that's been bouncing around my head for years is the inherent symbolism of several of the characters in Generator Rex.

Van Kleiss is transhumanism; the philosophy that humanity can and should be changed into something new through technology. in other words, he is the idea that humans should abandon their humanity to become gods, at any cost. he's brilliant, but menacing, and everywhere he goes unsettling change follows. he commands nature, enslaves time and space, and nearly becomes what he seeks to be, but he leaves suffering and misery in his wake.

White Knight is the inverse of this, a reactionary fear of change. he sits alone in his sterile room to insulate himself from change. he is the last vestige of the old order, the last memory of humanity before the event. he may be a "good guy", but in the first 2 seasons he's a nasty old bastard all the same. ultimately his efforts preserve humanity, but also hold it back from truly growing.

Black Knight is something of a synthesis of Van Kleiss and White Knight. She is a symbol of the old order, but specifically the part of the old order which brought about the new order. she is power hungry but calculating and manipulative, and willing to crush others under her heel if it allows her to get what she wants. she is in many ways similar to a bureaucrat, ceo, politician, or career military officer, or some kind of combination of the most dangerous and callous elements of all four.

Caesar Salazar represents science, in all it's glory, and all it's horror. He is capable of creating devices which can entertain and make life easier for others, and to solve problems which everyone else is unable to solve. but he also creates weapons of terrifying power, and has a knack for inventing things that nearly end the world by accident, over and over again.

So where does that leave Rex? well, that's simple. Rex is the living manifestation of all the positive aspects of science and technology, all of the potential of humanity's mind and spirit. He heals the sick and defends those who cannot defend themselves. he builds, he fixes, he creates wonders. he is a living miracle. in many ways he represents humanity at it's very best, even with his disdain for authority and difficulty following directions.

of course characters like no-face, hunter cain, quarry, and gatlock are also living symbols, but I don't feel like typing all day. if anyone wants to pick up where I left off through reblogs, feel free.

[triysn]

Guyyss why doesn’t anyone ever talk about how shitty white knight was at his job. He was never even meant to lead a paramilitary organisation he was some mid-tier hired merc who went around driving graffitied armoured tanks and being a misogynist then he tried to murder a kid and almost got murdered instead (had to be saved by the kid he tried to kill smh) and got thrown into the job literally as a puppet leader. He calls himself a “poster boy” in Promises, Promises, verbatim.

Then he ends up being a really annoying boss who just tries to blow stuff up and yells at people unhelpfully. It’s so clear he’s still trying to play by the ‘soldier’ rulebook because he just tries to KILL EVERYTHING THAT MOVES with zero chill. He actively antagonises and demeans humanity’s literal last hope and the only Cure in the entire goddamned world. He accuses Rex of being a wildcard and not a team player while also being the least personable person in the world. He’s straight up xenophobic.

And even when he’s in the field he still fucks up?? Plague was just him getting in the way of Rex curing Patient Zero, blowing up a hospital, and then getting the shit kicked out of him. (Spoiler Rex had to save him AGAIN). He sends Rex to make friends with Breach and then JUST when Rex manages to win her over he swoops in and fucks it up MAJORLY. This sends Rex to the future and directly kicks off the events that lead to him getting fired from Providence and having to fake his own death.

This guy is literally his own worst enemy. We can actually see how his own paranoia and prejudice bites him in the ass countless times and he KEEPS DOING IT. He refuses to improve or apologise for the entire show. He’s doing it all while being locked in a sterile white box for years on end.

Contrast him to Black Knight and, like, even being an absolute girlboss villain, she was so much better at his job. She actually changed Providence policies to utilise incurables instead of letting them rot as deadweight in prisons. (Ethical? No. Profitable? Immensely). She was nice enough to actually get people on her side, or outright manipulate to get what she needed. Say what you want about her, but she definitely never let prejudice get in the way of profit or efficiency. White Knight would never even have considered EVOs being useful because he’s too busy hating them.

And the show STILL places him as one of the good guys. Hes the most fucked up grandpa I’ve ever seen that’s for sure. I don’t know whether to put him in prison for war crimes or a freaking nursing home

[god-help-me-pls]

idek no more

[technicolourebel]

Generator Rex Doodles

A collection of drawings that I found in a old sketchbook. I decided to redraw them photoshop.

Individual images are below.

Generator Rex (C) Man of Action/ Cartoon Network Drawing (C) Technicolourebel / Korzuan

[hyakilove129]

Fem versión and boy versión

[space-sakura]

Doddle My wife💜😔✨

[providencehq]

What if... here me out, BK had a more old school knight look when she had the omega nanite