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AUTOBOTS?! WHERE?!

This is my decepticon oc Ohi! I decided to do the line art in a manga ish style. I love how this turned out after 1 day straight working on it (。･´д`･。)

"I guess it's a salesman's charm I suppose~"

This is Charles! He's a major character in the rebellion and he started it too, for literal years I didn't know how to design this character. I've always had a character who was pretty but chose to rebel even though they could live a good life in Autodale, but I could never pinpoint how they looked or even how they acted. I've switched from many ideas in the past like they were shadows girlfriend, someone who lives and works with the mayor, someone who works with shadow, yeah I was pretty young when I thought of this character, and yes this started as a cringe self-insert. But finally, after 4 or 5 long years of trial and error, I have a grip on who this character is.

Now I am struggling with the thought of why he started this rebellion. What is his drive to lead this group or what made him start it? I'm still debating on whether he was a completely normal and pretty citizen and he just started it just because he could, or something tragic happened and he started the rebellion to make sure that never happens again to anyone else.

He's a kind character, he's someone who you could trust with just a few conversations with him. He tries to project himself as a strong leader and someone who can do everything for everyone. Charles is a people pleaser. But his true feelings or his true self he keeps hidden so that no one knows his weaknesses.

Argh sorry for info dumping about this old character- I just was so happy when I finally got a grasp on who he was.

Ty @somebodytolove31 for giving me ideas about his appearance, you don't know how much it truly helps me :]

So smol

Hehe small

ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!

I’m so cool look at what I own

Wavescates

I painted my roller scares with some leftover fabric paint, which conveniently fit their color palettes.

If THIS gets fewer likes than line art, I'll be sad... This is usually the case.

Forgot to post this. I haven’t been drawing at all lately.

More SW art!

The day has finally come for me to post a Cad Bane doodle! ...well, two.

I didn't finish these all in one go and actually took a few days to finish both (Because I can only focus on something for so long and keep getting sidetracked until like 1 am) but I'm happy enough with them now so I thought I'd share them!

I used references since I'm trying to get better at drawing Bane and improve my art in general but they were more like a guide than anything since I don't like having to rely on refs entirely. I usually try to go without using refs but they were kinda necessary for this 🥲 (Not that using refs is bad, they're life savers! I just prefer trying to learn on my own)

Anyways I think it might be obvious TBB Bane is my favorite Bane... I hope y'all enjoy the doodles :)))

Chapter 2

Tw: mentions of alcohol and cigars.

"Every great city all have one thing in common, they all protect its people, whether encapsulating them from the dangers of the outside world to having impeccable security it all was still protection from danger. We, handymen, I'm serve to protect Autodale from these foreign dangers, and forever will! Hm? What do you mean I'm forgetting about someone?" The cartoony handyman questioned from the small and rusted tv. "Oh! How could I forget about our famous vigilante? The fri-" The rusted tv then abruptly changed to another film with a robotic hand adjusting the antenna on the top.

The mysterious figure then sat in front of the tv and wrapped his body with a blanket. On the screen was a black and white film with a woman standing near a cracked fountain that bloomed black roses ."You love me. Why didn't you tell me before?" A voice of a woman said from the tv. The light of the television bounced back from the mysterious persons face. His face long and was all white. He had wires coming out of the temples of his forehead and His eyes were robotic and glowed in the dark. He wasn't fully human but mimicked the form of one.

"I could not hold it anymore Marlene. I just had to tell you." The man said, then a low-quality violin solo was being played as the two embraced each other on the screen. The robot cocked his head to the side, he hunched over closer to the screen as his pupils dilated robotically. He then drinks a bottle of whisky that was left on the floor while keeping his gaze on the screen. The film then ends with the two people on screen in a warm embrace and the sound of people cheering as the screen closed in with the two of their faces being in a circle. The screen and the applause faded into black and the credits rolled in with an orchestra playing low-quality soft classical music in the background.

The robot then closes his eyes, he imagines he was in that scene instead of being in his dark, smelly and un-kept room. He imagined being outside, standing near a well with water trickling down it, embracing the smell of roses in the air, and imagined being held just like the woman was in the film.

"Shadow?" The robot then flinched at the voice, "AH! Oh...uh-" Shadow stuttered at this voice. He then tapped his finger to the side of his head "Yes hive?" He asked while gaining his train of thought again. "Ah, I thought you'd be asleep right now." Hive joked around with Shadow, she had a formal but gentle way of talking. "Anyways, freshen up Shadow. There's a case I want you to investigate." She said to him.

Shadow then removed his finger from his forehead, he then looks around his room. The walls were barren and grey, there wasn't any decoration in sight. The floor that he was sitting on was the exact opposite. The floor was littered with cigar buds and ash scattered everywhere every crevice of his room had ash or some sort of filth. The carpet of his room was stained with whisky stains and reeked of old alcohol and smoke. He looks back at the tv and looks back at his barren room before turning off the small and rusty tv.

Shadow then walks outside on the neighborhood sidewalks. He wore a long black trench coat and a large cowboy hat that covered the majority of his pure white face. "What do we know about these rebels?" Shadow asked hive, his voice was deep and he had a slight Scottish accent. "Not much was given to me, the handyman reported a man was acting odd and almost frightened by the handyman interacting with the man." Hive didn't know what else to say, she thought the situation was strange and so did Shadow.

He continued walking down the sidewalk while the sun illuminated the sky and slowly set on the horizon of Autodale's grey wall. He continued walking down the sidewalk until Hive told him to stop. "Are you certain this is where the man lives?" Shadow queered and looked at the grey one-story home. "I'm certain Shadow. Or at least the handyman was certain." Hive scoffed and Shadow proceeded down the driveway of the suspect's home.

Shadow then walks to the dark grey door and checks the address on the side. "5690, that's the one," Hive affirmed Shadow before he knocked on the door. He first pauses and looks around on the house's porch, it was decorated with one plant which bore a single red tomato and a black chair. The floor of the porch was wooden, and some of the floorboards were cracked and bent creaking every step Shadow took. Shadow then knocks on the door.

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Chapter 5

(Mild cursing)

"I swear I saw his eyes move."

"I'm pretty sure it's nothing."

"Urgh, why is he so heavy?"

"Ugh he's not so heavy."

Shadow opens his eyes slightly and listens to the voices. He couldn't feel anything. Not even his face or his hands. Even though he could open his eyes he couldn't see anything. It was all just a messy blur of color for him. He then noticed the horrible smell that lingered through his nose. He was repulsed by the horrible smell but couldn't tell what the smell was, nor could he tell where he was. Shadow tried to move but he couldn't. He was too weak to move any of his limbs. Something was holding his wrists and his ankles but he couldn't tell what was. In desperation, he then tried to call for help from Hive. But the intercom In his head was pulled out. The realization hit him like a trainwreck. He realized that he was alone and at the mercy of whoever was the captor.

Panic spurred through his mind and he let out a whimper. He then was dropped onto the floor making a splash on impact. Shadow hit his head on the wet concrete and his mind went blank again. The last thing he heard was a panicked voice saying that he was still alive.

Silence fills the smelly air of a room with a long table that sits in the middle. The table had many papers scattered across the surface and a lot of trash piled up under the table. A man sat at the end of it, tapping his foot rhythmically onto the concrete floor. He sat there with an empty expression painted on his face. He had noticeable dark bags that blended underneath his brown eyes.

He held a paper in his hand with what seemed to be a map of Autodale. There were lines and x-marks scribbled all over it and There were notes scribbled on the sides in what seemed to be his handwriting. None of the words were legible except for the word "failure" in each sentence that was written.

The man sighs and stares at the words failure that he wrote all over the map. "Plan F doesn't work either." He mumbled to himself, his voice had an emotionless tone. Not even a hint of anger or sadness is present in his speech, just utter emptiness. He then slams the map down onto the table and slides it across the table into a big pile of maps that have been scribbled on. Who knows how long he's been trying to find a solution? A year? Two years? A decade? The man doesn't even know himself, only God knows.

"Charles...?" Sandra mutters through the door and opens it slowly. He flinched at her voice and quickly changes his expression and his posture. He turns to the door and smiles softly while clearing his throat. The door then fully opens to reveal Sandra, she was visibly angry and shaking a little. Charles' smile then fades away slowly, "I need to talk to you." She said in a serious tone as she stretches her arm to the doorframe. Charles then sinks into his chair and gains the courage to say something back. "I need to talk to you too Sa-

"I couldn't kill the friendly shadow."

Silence then floods the smelly room again. Sandra looks down at the floor in disappointment and leans closer to the doorframe. Charles on the other hand stared at Sandra with pure confusion and shock. He then stands up and walks to Sandra. She then looks up at him, "You're, you're not mad...?" She mumbles and tightens up her stance. "Me? Mad? Absolutely not! I'm, I'm overjoyed!" He cheered and got closer to Sandra.

She then retaliates away from him and looks at him with utter confusion. "What- why are you happy about this Charles? He's our enemy." She scoffs and gave him a weirded-out glance. "Well, he can be an ally! A powerful ally and he can help us!" Charles argues in a delighted tone. He then tries to walk out the door so that he could speak with Shadow. Sandra then steps in front of him and pushes him back into the room, "Wha- hey what are you doing Sandra?"

"Charles, this is a stupid plan! This isn't some comic or fantasy. This is reality! He could betray us or even kill all of us! There is no damn chance he is gonna agree to help us!"

"Then what do you suppose we do with shadow then."

Sandra then pauses and her eyes pace around the room. She thinks to herself and crosses her arms before coming up with her answer to Charles. "We kill him for real." Charles then facepalms and groans, "No Sandra, that's completely off the table now." Charles argues and continues to try and walk away from her. She steps in front of him again and they both make eye contact. Both stared intensely and tried to assert dominance over each other. Sandra then takes a deep breath of the smelly sewer air and exhales in anger, she gave in and loosens her stance.

"Alright, alright...you win. But if he doesn't comply or tries anything funny, I'm going to kill him on the spot. Deal?"

The sound of an old record player scratched against the groves of a large black disk. A hand then switched the record on and the melody of a piano started to softly play. The person then started to hum along with the melody. They were tall and had no scars or imperfections. They wore a yellow apron contrasting with the grey walls and dark navy blue furniture.

She then extends her hand out to Charles and offers a handshake to him. Charles hesitated to shake Sandra's hand and stares at it for a while. He thought about Sandra's deal. "It's a fair deal." He sighs and shakes Sandra's hand, ensuring their deal. They then both walked down the sewer hall to where they always kept new guests.

During the deal with Sandra and Charles

The person then took a broom that was propped up from the corner of the room and started to sweep the dust and debris off the floor and into a dustpan that they held. Everything was perfect for them. The way the severed handymen's heads were hung on the wall, the navy blue seat that sat in the corner, the light green plants that hung from the ceiling, the little side table that sat next to the seat and held the record player in place, everything was just perfect.

"HEY CECIL! YOU WANT ANOTHER DECORATION?!

"GAH, WHAT THE FUCK SAGE!? KNOCK FIRST DUMBASS!" Cecil yelled back at Sage while recovering from being started by them. He then notices what Sage was dragging behind their back and he panics in his head. "Uh...sage that's not a robot." He mumbles while dropping his broom in disbelief. "Sage, that's a person." He continues and confusion washed over his face. He wasn't frightened of the sight of a dead person or a thing, he was just deeply confused and pissed about why they brought it here.

"A person? Oh pfft- no I can assure you this thing isn't a human." They laughed and started to drag Shadow inside the room. Sage then knelt and so did Cecil. They both looked down and examined Shadow's face. "No way! It's the dude from uh, that one show from my childhood!" Cecil smiled and got up to set up a folding chair. "I'm pretty sure it's just regular interrogation, either that or Sandra and Felicity handed me a dead body in the middle of the hall and told me to take it here so that you can make him into one of your handyman plinths... I don't know, to be honest, no one ever tells me anything."

Cecil then sighs and looks down at the unconscious shadow laying on the floor. "I'm pretty sure he's here for interrogation, what a waste for such a beautiful face to miss out on being a decoration..." There then was a deafening and awkward silence between Cecil and Sage. They then scoff and laugh at Cecil "You're weird for collecting heads-"

"And you're weird for being obnoxious," Cecil argues back with Sage. They then frown and give a side eye to him. Cecil then lifts Shadow and sits him up in the metal folding chair in the center of the room. "You think we should restrain him?" He asked under his breath while adjusting Shadow in his chair. They both then stand next to each other and stand in front of shadow. "Hmm..." Sage sighed and put their hand on their hip. "Nah."

"Are you sure Sage? What if he yknow, tries to uh...does he fight like in the cartoon?"

"Meh he looks like a twink, we'll be fine." Sage laughed and walked out the door, they then pause and look back at Cecil. "Let me know if anything interesting happens at interrogation."

Cecil then scoffs "You know, we end up just killing off most of them. nothing special is gonna happen this time." Sage then chuckles and walks out the door and shuts it behind them. Cecil sighs and stares at shadows lifeless body that is slouched in the folding chair. He then bends down to shadows face and holds it with one of his hands. Cecil then examines shadows head. There were big holes in his temples and little wires that were all different colors coming out of them, there were only a few wires left in but the rest were pulled out or looked as if they were about to fall out of his head.

"Poor thing, what did they do to you?"

He then lets go of shadows face and stands straight again. "It wouldn't hurt to just lock him in here until Charles comes." He thought to himself and turned his back and walked to the door behind him. He then walked out the door and turns around to face shadow one last time.

"Goodluck, if you can hear me."

Cecil then closes the door in front of him and locked it with a key in his pocket. Cecil left Shadow alone in the guest room, not even reassuring if Shadow was truly still knocked out.

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