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Anonymous asked: My sister wants to know, why you transform in cars when you at your own planet.
Tell your sister to buy “War for Cybertron” or the soon to come out “Fall of Cybertron.” Then she’ll see my old Chassis! Ummm uh… or maybe don’t because… well…
-Breakdown
Awkward teenage years.
-Knockout
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optimusxjazz asked: katyamola of Deviant art Hey is this you or someone posing as you?
This is someone posing as me. Katya’s deviantart account is kittehness.deviantart.com.
Let this also be known that neither I nor Scobble will post stuff from this blog on other sites like DA. Anything you see from this blog that is on DA is usually stolen.
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This fanfic goes with the recent picture!
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kisachi-tf asked: Breakdown, how you became Knockout's assistant?
Oh hey look, it comes with a fanfic!
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stupidkindofbrilliant asked: So... what now? Where do you go from here? I really don't want it to be over. I do like this place.
MOD HERE
askkobd will continue. We have a lot of backlog asks to get through, and just because our darling Breakdown is dead doesn’t mean we’ll stop.
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Anonymous asked: Knockout, why do you leave me? I was waiting for years! Steve
It was the Starscream shrine.
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Anonymous asked: NO.
I agree.
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Heckle all you want, Herr Doktor, I still have something you’re interested in.
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“Mine is the drill that will pierce the heavens. And by heavens I mean Breakdown.” -Obfuscobble
“It’s obviously innuendo. He has the biggest drill on the nemesis, and he can make you drill any size… for a price.” -Katyamola
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Anonymous asked: Hey, Knockout. If you could repaint Breakdown to any color, what would you choose? Would you even repaint him? I mean, he's awful pretty as it is.
Knockout and Breakdown spent days discussing Breakdown’s upgrade from a Lambourghini to a rough and tumble utility vehicle. Despite his obsession with aesthetics, Knockout let Breakdown plan the overall shape and colours of his new body. The end result was a very boxy drawing, scribbled over in a standard bikini pattern with a dull blue crayon.
“I think it needs to be flashier,” Knockout commented, “More you.”
Breakdown deflated. Knockout took the drawing from his hands. Breakdown just… let go. Nothing worth getting attached to. Just another thing he failed at. Knockout took out a rusty orange crayon. Oh no, that wasn’t going to end well.
Knockout scribbled quickly, then handed back the illustration. “There, that’s much more like you, don’t you think?”
Breakdown had looked down. The prospective illustration then had an orange face, like the mech who first drew it. Breakdown nodded, optics dim, and servos clutching the drawing tightly.
“I thought ya liked mechs with white faces. Like yours,” Breakdown said.
“If I wanted another copy of myself, I wouldn’t be so keen on upgrading you. Why would I want another stupid pretty face around? I prefer mechs with CHARACTER.” Knockout said with a sweet seductive smile.
Breakdown couldn’t have been happier with his bulky new form. Knockout couldn’t have been happier to see the big mech’s spark finally free to move around in a chassis as wide as his laugh. Breakdown continued to fight by crashing into things. Now, he’d crash into them three tons heavier, and with a lead hammer to boot. Punching rocks had never been easier or more satisfying.
