#snk moblit

Moblit was afraid when the Metal Titan known as Optimus Prime showed up in Trost and helped protect both soldier and civilian. This titan took out at least 100 titans. At least according to the official report. The titan could have killed way more. However, he grew more fearful when Optimus Prime was given to the Survey Corps. It wasn't because he feared the titan at that point. The altruism it displayed in the courtroom was a marvel. No, he feared what Hanji was going to do to it when they had the chance.

But Optimus Prime was putting effort to have them exhibit restraint and patience. It helped, but not that much in his opinion. He still had to help out Hanji with experimentations, so he kept a close eye on the both of them. Now he sat in another one of Hanji's many experiments with this titan. Thankfully, it seemed that Optimus was keeping them in line, so Moblit continued to study the titan in his own way.

Moblit wanted to be an artist when he was younger. He practiced and took lessons, but being an artist was competitive, and he needed to find a way to make a living. The Survey Corps were enrolling people, so he joined. His sharp mind and desire to learn caused him to be placed under Hanji. The squad leader's heart was in the right place, but they stressed him out so much to the point where he would have to get alcohol poisoning in order to get drunk. Still, Moblit was able to cover some of Hanji's weaknesses, and create diagrams of perfection for Hanji to further analyze and speculate.

His art allowed him to capture the beauty and the details that many with a normal eye would miss. The shine in the eyes of a living human and the lack of warmth in a dead one, the dead yet manic expressions of a titan, the strands of someone's hair, the wrinkles in the fabric of someone's clothing, he used his artistic ability to capture the life that someone had once lived.

Drawing humans and titans was one thing; however. Drawing a titan, or Cybertronian, like Optimus was another. The titan...was a marvel in terms of art. Humans and titans are detailed in their own way, but many vital organs and details of the human body are covered with a layer of skin. The titan's body had metal parts sticking out of him that wasn't covered by his skin, or armor. Metal protruded out of his joints, he could physically see the muscle lining of his abdomen, the wheels attached to his feet had groves and indents, and he could see rocks and pebbles stuck in between it. His armor had scratches and indents, he could see his reflection in the silver of the Prime's gun and sword. The way his eyes rotated and shined was so fascinating.

His first time drawing the Prime was...lop-sided. Uneven. Ugly. It was the first time in a long time that he's been stumped with a new project like this, since this was his first time encountering a titan like this. But time passed. Pages upon pages of his sketchbook filled with the titan in order to study him. To understand him. Hanji understands the world through science. He understands the world through art.

And Optimus Prime was...magnificent. Beautiful. A marvel to behold. Wherever he had come from, and whoever created him, took time love, and care into making someone as mighty and powerful as him, but ensured that despite all of his power, he would still have a kind heart.

Moblit's pencil continued scratching along the paper as he finished up another sketch of Optimus' face. This time he did put more detail into crafting his facial features instead of a contour pose. He did draw him with the mask because without it made him feel weird. It was so weird seeing someone without a nose.

"Moblit, how's the work coming along?!" Hanji called out to him.

"Fine, Hanji!" Moblit reassured, "Just doing another study of Optimus."

"Oooo, that means he's drawing you!" Hanji grinned to Optimus as they walked up to him.

"Drawing me?" Optimus questioned in surprise.

"No! He doesn't need to see!" Moblit tried to hide his drawing, but Hanji grabbed the sketchbook and showed it to the Prime. Moblit grew nervous at the thought of the Prime judging his art as he examined it, but...the Prime's expression morphed into something of amazement.

"You are very talented, Moblit," Optimus complimented.

"It's nothing," Moblit proclaimed as he snatched the notebook back from Hanji.

"I do mean it," Optimus reassured, "You have an amazing gift."

"Oh...thank you." Moblit rubbed the back of his head.

"Although that was still rude to take his belongings without proper permission," Optimus scolded Hanji.

"Moblit is a great artist, but he sells himself short," Hanji retorted.

"That is still quite rude," Optimus insisted.

"Fair enough," Hanji sighed before turning to Moblit. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine," Moblit reassured.