#deadend transformers

I've been thinking about this cute idea for the last few days and finally drew it.

[The training room in the Decepticon base is a fairly desolate area nowadays with the war being over. It is even more lifeless at three in the morning. Perhaps that’s why Deadend prefers to go at times like now. A place he can be alone. Truly alone. His brothers, bar Motormaster, are all well asleep by this time and Motor doesn’t just go rummaging around Dead’s mind for no reason. At times like these there’s no other voices in his mind and none listening in on him. Not that he doesn’t like being bonded with his brothers, it’s just… exhausting at times. As he stepped into through the doors the lights flickered on with a buzz. Deadend’s optics recalibrated a moment to adjust to the new light level. Lightly, he grumbled to himself about it despite always knowing what to expect. That’s another reason he liked it here; it was predictable. There were never any surprises in training if you knew what you were doing. “A punching bag won’t misinterpret your words as a personal attack or use some odd metaphor in conversation” he thought to himself as he wrapped his ands and stepped up to the bag. Left, right, left, left, right. Simple and repetitive. Helped him focus. That’s what he told himself despite the way each punch got harder and more aggressive with every swing and as the rage of the day began to flood his processor. He couldn’t let it show. That would be weakness. To show emotion is to be vulnerable and to be vulnerable is to be weak. He’d been slipping lately. Maybe the lack of war was getting to him, the lack of purpose. He swung his left hand hard into the bag only to recoil as pain shot through the recently fixed injury. He hissed slightly as he saw examined the wraps and realized his knuckles had begun to bleed. Sighing, he unwrapped his hands and tossed the wraps into the garbage can as he walked out the door]

Clobber: Soundwave tripped and fell down the stairs

I was bored In class and wanted to see if I could draw him from memory because he’s my fave Cyberverse character so have this dump of Deadend

Bluesun was only 7 years old. When everyone already had a plan and were about to execute it to save Blue, DeadEnd simply came with a sleeping Bluesun in his arms and gave her to Breakdown and said: "Take care of your daughter, she is your ray of sunshine in a gloomy life." A few weeks passed, and DeadEnd was found dead, Megatron assumed that Motormaster did it.

Basically no one, DeadEnd is very silent, he didn't want to have any kind of relationship with all, he was like a silent spectator. He saw Breakdown being bullied, being locked in a cell and seeing him go crazy and become a panicker. He could have stood up for him and helped, but he was afraid, afraid of Motormaster.

The bottom two where sketches from when I first got my tablet a couple months ago and was testing out how to draw on it HSINSJS