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I don’t remember where I heard it but I remember there being a theory that Knockout used to be a seeker and something happened to him and then he became a car as result because they couldn’t save his wings. Part of his narcissistic tendencies are more a part of him in the earlier days convince himself that it’s fine he doesn’t have wings anymore. And that starscream alluded to them now having the means to get back his wings on the nemese when he asked why knockout was a car.
Idk.
I like the theory though.
I would like to hear your take on it when you have the chance.
I've heard this same theory. I personally don't subscribe to it, but I like it all the same. I will gladly expand upon this little idea, at least a bit.
Clipped Wings
Knockout was originally a helicopter unit, search and rescue to be exact. He enjoyed his function, had no issues with it, and loved flaunting his wings whenever possible. He took great pride in the fact that he was capable of flight, of course it also helped the fliers were held in high esteem, but even so.
Most of his youth was spent gallivanting about, only learning medicine because it was better than being drafted into the army. He had no desire to have a machine gun strapped to his frame, it would ruin his whole aesthetic. And so he took to learning cosmetology and frame reconstruction as his primary fields of interest. And while he didn't know it at the time, it would come in handy later.
Once the war began, Knockout needed to choose sides. And so not having a ton of hope or trust in the Autobots, he joined with the Decepticons. He was immediately drafted as a field medic, a task he didn't enjoy but knew to be necessary if he wanted to climb the ranks and land in a more cushy position. And so he worked hard, flying out into the battlefield and tending to the injured Decepticons he stumbled across as best as he could. However war was brutal and a stay Autobot missile shot Knockout down during a mission. Medics were able to save him, but his wings were completely decimated and his alt-mode made effectively useless. In one fell swoop the thing be prided himself in most was stripped away from him before he could even come to terms with it.
He was shunned after the loss of his wings, his personality being too intolerable and his previous snark coming back to bite him as the Decepticon troops never left him alone. Unable to fly he became an easy target, one that guards looking to pick a fight relentlessly abused. Knockout tolerated it, spending every waking moment not at work on the ground with the other medics studying to try and find a way to return himself to what he considered his 'perfect form'. It was a very dark time for him. He hated himself, his frame, and everyone around him with a passion. In the end he pioneered an alt mode change and altered his T-cog alignment to allow him to take on a ground alt just so that he wouldn't be shunned for being useless anymore.
Even after he adjusted his frame to make it so that he could be an effective Decepticon again, he never forgot the feeling of the wind and the skies. Many a dark cycle he would sit out watching the stars on some cliff or watchtower and shutter his optics just so that he could pretend the air was once again his domain. His scars ached more often than not, and transformation never felt comfortable, almost like he was walking in someone else's frame. He was born for the skies, not the earth. He hated that a foolish war had stripped him of his greatest gift and glory.
He felt like every optic was boring into him at every given moment, staring at the scars he had long seen fit to cover with armor and flamboyant paint. He always felt judged, berated, and useless. And so to compensate he threw himself into his least favorable personality trait to cover everything else up. It was all to protect himself, at least that is what he always muttered to himself in the dead of night. His pleasant traits were locked away where they couldn't be used against him and he played into his narcissism, using it to craft an indominable persona that none dared to tamper with.
It was his defense, his perfect wall to keep others from seeing just how deeply he had been hurt by the loss of his wings.
He hated to admit it, but part of the reason he even associated with Starscream was because the Seeker had what he did not. Starscream had his wings and he understood. Both of them hid their pains behind walls of terrible personality traits. In a way they were the same, and while never voiced, both acknowledged this.
#maccadam#transformers#transformers prime#knockout#poor medic#I love him so much and he deserves all the best things#he may be a bit of a prick but he's my favorite prick#give the boy back his wings#this was short but I thought it turned out pretty well
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Okay, okay.... in the end, who do you think heavy will pick the stunning you or the wilting flora?
... I'm not sure. I don't ZHINK he vill choose delta... But feelings can alvays change. He seems interested in me, but it could be him just being zhe kind, lovely person zhat he is. I HOPE he chooses me... But it isn't looking like zhe case. Delta. I zhink he vill pick delta. *he bows his head a little bit and looks at the ground. His face is blank.*
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all of this was first draft so the layouts are super wonky but idc. take this funny doodle on the side. im never letting sonic heroes fandub quotes go
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my absolute favourite genre of transphobic propaganda is when the caption is like “look at this poor, confused little girl who was forced to mutilate herself :(” and the picture is just the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life with a full beard and a body that would make thor weak at the knees
#ramble#also like. everything else aside calling any ADULT a ‘poor young girl’ is yucky af#we’re not delicate little flowers who don’t know how to think. i’m an adult with medical autonomy and a working brain#calm down you’re deranged#i won’t get on my soapbox today but it’s just funny how they think they’re the grounded sane ones#also the double standard drives me insane#with trans men it’s ‘delicate abused woman’ and with trans women it’s ‘creepy predatory man’#it’s almost like transphobia is just rebranded misogyny and they don’t actually care about equal rights#who would’ve thought
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Kiss It Better
Curly (mouthwashing) x reader
AN: No one asked for this but CURLY DESERVED BETTER-!
Sum: You were taking care of Curly, your partner, when you just had to ask him a question that was burning you as much alive as the cockpit burned him. Did he actually crash the ship?
Warnings: 18+, gore, medical situations, Jimmy, violence, just mouthwashing in general, ablism, lots of medical stuff (from someone that knows way to much about medical shit because of being in and out of the hospital all her life)
“Morning honey.” You would force yourself to smile. You had to. You had to for him. To give him hope like he always gave you. To be a little bit of real sunshine through the day. Just wanted to take care of him. Give Anya some kind of break.
A wheeze was your greeting.
Wasn’t like it was his fault. He couldn’t really speak right now. You wondered if he would ever speak again. You would miss his voice but it’s worth it for him to live. He will live, you knew he would. You would make sure of it.
“Let’s have a look at you.” You would grab the clipboard that Anya left for you and took a look over. The small little list to help you understand how to care for his issues. When to wash him, what time his medications were, whatever routine was needed for that day. Was your Bible so to speak. You followed it to the last ink splotch.
“Your bandages don’t look to need to be changed yet, your IV bag needs to be changed, I’ll check your catheter, and yada yada yada. Wanna try and swallow today? Maybe if you can swallow some water I can grind up the pain pills into powder for you. Wanna try?”
He gave two distinct blinks for yes.
“Wonderful. Let me do this routine, so you can mentally prepare.” You would explain, as you went to slip on the latex gloves. Didn’t want to risk transferring some kind of infection. He’s already fighting for his life as it is. No need to make it harder.
You would first change out his IV bag, since he needed to stay as hydrated and fed nutrients as possible, before working on the awkward catheter. Luckily Anya made it very easy to use. She had opted for a condom catheter since she didn’t want to put himself at anymore risk to infections, and pain, as possible. Seemed the trauma made it rather impossible to control his bowls anyway so it worked out. All you had to do was drain the bag, wash it, and reattach it to the side of the table. Wasn’t like he was going to be moving around much anyway.
“So Daisuke was showing me his gameboy. Teaching me about how the lore works and all that. I really had no idea what he was talking about, but it’s better than Swansea snoring.” You laughed, and did your best to keep yourself peppy. To help Curly feel somewhat involved with society. To not just be trapped in the med bay alone. Daisuke and Swansea would visit, and Anya did what she could medically, but sometimes you just need someone to talk to.
“Think it’s a rouge like game. That’s nice. Helps keep you entertained with wanting to break through more and more dungeons in one session.” You rambled, before reattaching the bag. Had you sigh in relief to see you didn’t mess up the chord. Some urine had already started to fill the bag. Must have been triggered by the new IV. Good good. Everything was correct.
“You ready?” You asked, as this was always the hardest part. Getting medication in him. Anya would do her best but you couldn’t blame her for struggling. It’s such a mental tax to try and take care of someone but it results in more pain. You were willing to take that burden. You were his partner after all. You felt it’s only fair you take care of him. Gave Anya some breathing room to actually care for herself. She deserved to take care of herself to.
With two clear blinks you would get to work.
You would slip your hand under his back, and forced him to sit up. He groaned in pain, and tried his best to keep his head upright, as you two tried to work together. To survive this. To try and fight through.
“You are doing so well.” You reassured, as your brought the water bottle up to his open mouth. He was able to let his head hang back, and did what he could to open his throat. Was awkward, but he managed to do it. He took a proper swallow of water. You could hardly hide your excitement.
“You did it! Oh my god you did it!” You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. It hurt, of course, but he very much felt it was worth it. He had his own pride in being able to do some kind of basic human function again.
You would lay him back down, and was quick to grind up medication to put in the water bottle. You couldn’t wait to tell Anya his progress. You were positive the rest of the crew would be happy to hear the progress.
Well…..Most of the crew.
You used your anger towards Jimmy to help you grind the pain killers into powder. Oh how you hated him. You knew deep down he was responsible for the crash. You knew he was. You weren’t sure why he would be, but you just knew that Curly would never. If he had to, for whatever reason, he would have come on to the intercom to inform everyone to prepare for a crash. He would have done something. Anything.
What purpose would there be in crashing the ship?
Jimmy was his copilot. He would be the only other person to have access to the cockpit. He had to have been involved somehow. There had to have been something going on. You just knew it.
You just wish you had proof.
You sighed, as you would shake up the powder in the bottle. Made sure it was fully dissolved to avoid any issues with it going down his throat.
You just couldn’t understand.
Why would Jimmy crash the ship?
You would return back to curly, and do the same routine again. Slow, and small, drips into his throat. Would take a while, and would make your arm beg for death, but this would make life easier for Curly. That’s all that mattered. A arm cramp is worth it to help Curly survive.
“Curly…..Since you are more lucid now I….I just gotta ask something.”
The way his eye darted towards you said he knew what you were going to ask. Knew that it’ll be asked. He knew, and he couldn’t help but try and look towards the door. As if afraid someone would walk in.
That had you very concerned.
“…..Jimmy crashed the ship, didn’t he?” You whispered. Tried to be as hush as possible, in case someone did overhear. Was just the slow drips of the water into his dry mouth, and you.
One blink.
Two blinks.
“I fucking knew it.” You gritted your teeth, as you felt stupid to ever even have the slightest doubt that any possible reality there would be that Curly would do such a thing.
“I wish I could ask you why. Do…Do you know why?” You had to ask. You just needed to know. Know if Jimmy was as dangerous as you thought.
One blink.
T-
“How’s the captain doing?”
You would turn your head sharply, and saw Jimmy. Just standing there. God you were terrified how long he had been there. Did he hear what you asked? Didn’t seem so. Jimmy was a very aggressive person. He snapped at the slightest tone shift. If he heard you ask a question like that you wouldn’t be talking now.
“He’s….Alive.” You were caught rather off guard. You didn’t know what to say. You were scared of him. You had to be brave, though. You had a better chance at defending yourself. Curly couldn’t.
You would hear his heavy foot steps come closer, and out right feel his body heat against yours. Just looking over your shoulder. Was like this burning shadow over you. Made you feel like you’ll be squashed like a bug.
“Has he been able to talk yet?”
That’s a weird question to ask. Why not ask how he’s feeling, what progress he’s made, how his vitals are. Why is him talking on the front of his mind?
Because Curly knew something he shouldn’t.
“No. I think he’s lost his voice for good. I don’t think he’s ever going to speak again.” You lied, as you finished the test of the bottle. Returned your partner back on the table, and spun around. Nose to chest to the man. Had you terrified, but you must be brave. For Curly.
“Damn. Rough for him. No more barking orders, huh?” Jimmy tried to joke, but you could only give an awkward laugh at. Mostly to keep from pissing him off.
If he’s willing to crash a ship what else is he willing to do?
“Did you need something?” You managed to force out, as you grabbed the clipboard. Just trying to find an excuse to not look directly at Jimmy. To have a motive as to why you would stay in the med bay longer than most. Just anything to get Jimmy to leave you two alone.
“Hey, I give a shit to about him. Is it criminal to care about my friend?” He snapped at you, and it made you grab your clipboard tighter. You swore he seemed to smirk at seeing you so startled. Like he got off to the idea that he got the captains sweetheart scared.
That he’s the new boss.
“Never said that. You are the co pilot and new captain. You-“ “Pilot now. As if he’s ever going to steer a ship again. Not even a wheelchair with those stumps.” He snorted, as you wanted to smack him across the face.
“Yes….As the new Pilot and Captain I would figure you would be swamped in work. Like finding a way for us to contact help. Kinda the biggest priority after Curly. Anya and I are busy with him. You, Daisuke, and Swansea can handle the rest.”
You noticed how he seemed to roll his eyes about Anya. As if he couldn’t care less about the woman. Made you curious on what kind of beef he would have with her. She’s Anya! Who hated her?
“Yeah. Guess you are right there.” He muttered, as if it was never on his mind. Never an option that they could escape. Oh how you were getting chills.
“Keep on trucken then. Take care of our Captain Cripple. His ass needs all the help his stumpy limbs can get.” He would give him a once over, before looking at you. You made sure to keep your eyes to the clipboard instead. All you did was nod in acknowledgment, before he left.
“What are we going to do, Curly?” You sighed, as you would just lay next to him in defeat. What can you do? You had no idea. Curly was always such a good captain. Made you regret never paying more attention to how he worked the cock pit. Maybe if you did you could be more useful.
As you were full of worry and regret, Curly would weakly try and turn his head. Naked teeth were against his cheek. A attempt to kiss your cheek the best he could.
You smiled at the gesture, and made sure to be careful with snuggling your face into his shoulder.
“I’ve got you, and you got me. We can do this. I know it.” You reassured you both, as you closed your eyes. There to wait until his pain medication kicked in, so he could sleep.
As you relaxed, you couldn’t help but swear something was strange about his breathing.
It was like….He was saying words.
You would focus as hard as you could on your ears, as he would drift in and out of his buzzed state. Fighting to stay awake, but sleep coming for him.
“A….a…n…ya…..Kn….ows……”
Part 2
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing jimmy#Captain curly#curly x reader#captain curly x reader#mouthwashing x reader#x reader#horror#horror game#indie game#indie horror game#indie horror#x reader horror#horror fiction#medical horror#anxiety#fear#I love this game so much#Anya deserved better#everyone deserved better#except Jimmy#fuck you Jimmy#eat shit and die#pony express#tulpar#poor baby#rip curly
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teeth
of course hes removing the lettuce
#sniper toothposting. how are we doing lads#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 sniper#tf2 scout#tf2 medic#speedingbullet#bushmedicine#<quintessential bushmed is sniper getting studied down to the bone like a poor rat in a test tube#art tag
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A handsome man of 16
#He's still very fluffy and fat so he doesn't look old yet#even though he is very geriatric in terms of health#poor sausage is on medication for athritis and he has a limpy leg#cat#cats#mostlycatsmostly#caturday
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random house memes
#house md#gregory house#hugh laurie#robert sean leonard#james wilson#hilson#medical malpractice#hate crimes md#my poor posts
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He's a lil confused about cuffing season but he's got the spirit
#stardew valley#stardew harvey#sdv harvey#by spirit i mean the big boi vaccines#and maybe big boi ceterizine#doodle#the more you pass out in the mine the higher the medical bill#'sorry your insurance doesnt cover my early greying hairs i get for worrying about you dear farmer'#give me a sassy doctor#the sass/nagging about your poor self preservation is a love language
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can you draw engie and pyro? :3
at da beach hangging out :3 scout tagged along
Some extras yayyy (Pyromancy my beloved)
Hey, if you’ve got the cash, donate to Ahmed Saad’s kofi. Go-fund-me froze all the donations he previously received and him and his family are stuck in Gaza.
#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 engineer#tf2 pyro#tf2 scout#miss pauling#heavymedic#tf2 heavy#tf2 medic#merasmus#pyromancy#my poor baby girl she doesn’t like roller coasters :(((((#pyro x merasmus my otp#cat girl miss p fuck it up !!!#She’s so pretty (ignore the faggots)#I think about that meme twice a day at least#whenever I’m around my cute and beautiful girl (im the faggot)#okay don’t freak out miss pauling there’s some freaky bitches behind you#ruths doodles
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If you don't know who KiegKillsReality is go check them out IMMEDIATELY!!! I'm BEGGING you they're SO FUNNY!!!!!!
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#fanart#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#poor silly heaby#school is taking all my life away#i have almost no time to draw and play tf2 anymore.....#soniianeak
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man forced to sit away from his wife after he goes blind
#fmab#fma brotherhood#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#fma#roy mustang#roy fma#roy fmab#mustang fma#mustang fmab#colonel mustang#fma manga#fma manga spoilers#fma mustang#look at this poor man#i know i posted something similar like 10 mins ago but#DAMNNNN are you serious???? he GOES BLIND and everyone abandons him#like i get that they also have to.. get medical treatment but nobody stays with him?#like. he has no idea whats going on/has to adjust to everything/his wounds are bandaged/hes completely alone here for fuck knows how long#hes just. nobody he truly knows is around for him atm#and nobody bothers until doctor knox comes around#and roy is left with his thoughts. that his military career is over#that hes never going to become fuhrer because of this#not only did truth take his eyes it also took his dreams#and nobody is around to comfort him and nobody cared#yyeah angst
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Dentist Evan checking Barty's teeth and he keeps getting distracted by Barty having a blowjob bruise at the back of his throat
#he's already struggling to stay flacid at barty in a medical chair mouth open and teeth out#poor evan#evan perrin rosier#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#rosekiller#barty crouch x evan rosier#dead gay wizards from the 70s#hp marauders#marauders era#marauders
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Mystery Spot needs unpacking in a 20K fic exploring the impact of trauma associated with watching your brother die for three months, then having to live with the reality that he is for another six months.
Because even when Sam’s out of the loop, it’s like nothing’s changed: Dean’s still on a countdown.
I need to see the fallout. I want to see panic attacks and night terrors and getting too clingy for comfort. I want to see Sam get wasted and spill the truth, sobbing and slurring about how fucked up he got while he was hunting the Trickster. I want to see Sam waking up and thinking Dean’s dead, remembering he’s not, and then remembering he will be very soon.
#how that poor boy made it fifteen seasons (mostly) in tact is a medical miracle#supernatural#spn#sam winchester#dean winchester#wincest#weirdcest#samdean#gencest#sam and dean#spn brainrot#spn meta
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chase’s eyes always make him look like he just finished a 2-hour long crying session in the locker room with radiohead playing softly in his headphones
#hate crimes md#house md#dr chase#robert chase#medical malpractice md#my poor bby#don’t cry honey what happened
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