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Journal Entry: Mon Sep 1, 2014, 6:23 AM
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Hey my Friends.

Check out new icons in my galleries (both Gallery and Favourites).

I don't know if they're the final version, or if I will create different set, for not I'm just checking out the option.

What do you think of them?

Sincerely Yours

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Czarna Archer
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Type of deviant: Mad Scientist.

Late XX century. I'm old enough to remember what happened 25 years ago.

How do I look:
If you must know, I dress black (and sometimes camouflage or dark colour accessories), wear combat boots, but lately gave a chance other types of boots (and still think combat boots are the best). I am very pale, blonde, green eyes, short (1,57 meter or 5'1 feet), hour shape figure, and rather classic face features.

My personality:
I have an obsessive personality, in positive way of course. I tend to be expert about anything I'm obsessed with. If it's interesting enough it becomes my hobby, if not, I get bored and find myself new thing to be obsessed with.

Also, I am dyslexic, a bit hyperactive at times (don't feed me sugar or I'll start to bouncing the walls an ceiling).

Preferred tools of trade:

For traditional work:
- pencils;
- ink pens;
- rapidograph;
- colour pencils;
- oil pastels;
- crayons;
-good old paper.

For digital work:
- Wacom tablet (currently Bamboo);
- GIMP or Photoshop (depending what I currently have at my disposal);
- various other programs (like Photofiltre, My Paint, Paint Net, Deep Paint);
- my computer(s).

Current Residence: Warsaw, Poland.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
Print preference: Large
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Reggae, Blues, Jazz (sometimes).
Favourite photographer: Police photographer
Favourite style of art: Don't have. I love'em all.
Operating System: I have masochistic leaning - try guess.
MP3 player of choice: creative zen nad my phone.
Wallpaper of choice: Antythin unearthly.
Favourite cartoon character: Diego, the Sabretooth Tiger from Ice Age lol
Personal Quote: Carpe noctem et memento vitae.


Megatron and June 2 by CzarnaArcher
Megatron and June 2
A picture made for Hammrhead. Full, coloured version.
Previous picture:
Megatron and June by CzarnaArcher
Lineart of this picture:
Megatron and June2 lineart by CzarnaArcher

Thanks for favs (any favs).

Disclaimer: as stated on the picture itself.
Megatron and June2 lineart by CzarnaArcher
Megatron and June2 lineart
Lineart for a picture dedicated to Hammerhead fic. Full, coloured version next week.
The first Megatron and June: Megatron and June by CzarnaArcher

Thanks for the favs (though I'm not sure if there will be any).

Disclaimer: as stated on the picture itself.
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(Contains: violence/gore)

Blast From The Past.

Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner

You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

These changes ain't changing me

The gold-hearted boy I used to be


Over and in, last call for sin

While everyone's lost, the battle is won

With all these things that I've done

All these things that I've done

If you can hold on

If you can hold on.”– The Killers “All the things that I’ve done”.

Warnings: Violence, explicit language, maybe some sex (but I’m not sure) – you know, the usual.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.

Rating: T to M (and possibly even MA).

Pairings: multiple.

Starring: Bumblebee, Ratchet, Megatron, Soundwave, Vehicons, Optimus Prime (mentioned), Pharma mentioned), Ironhide (mentioned).

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story’s plot and OC’s © me. There may be some OC’s that aren’t mine – they belong to their respective creators.


Another head hangs lowly,

Child is slowly taken.

And the violence caused such silence.

Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.

In your head, in your head they are fighting,

With their tanks and their bombs,

And their bombs and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are crying...


Another mother's breakin'

Heart is taking over

When the violence causes silence,

We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.

In your head, in your head they're still fighting,

With their tanks and their bombs,

And their bombs and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are dying... (…) – The Cranberries “Zombie”


Tyger Pax, wartime.

It was desperate mission, the battle raged around but the objective was not to win, take some territory or even kill as many enemy soldiers as possible. It was all but diversion. What was the mission so important that someone would start an entire battle just to make the enemy look in the wrong direction? How crucial it had to be?

Bumblebee knew damn well. Autobots were stretched thin and fighting in multiple skirmishes that formed large, and what’s more important, intense battle. At least at the beginning, now it all started to quiet down. It was bad news for the mission, but Bumblebee couldn’t do anything about it. Autobot commanders had their orders – to keep on fighting no matter what, and don’t stop until… they would know. The sign to stop and retreat would be obvious enough that they would know.

Bumblebee was not a commander, merely as Scout, but he was one of the Cybertronians that Optimus Prime trusted the most, and he in turn treated Prime like his personal role model, and perhaps a little bit as father figure. Bumblebee was one of the last generation that came from the Well of Sparks, a small group that appeared shortly after Zeta perished and Megatron declared his insurrection that morphed into true revolution.

Bumblebee was still very young but already received his final upgrades, during a war one had to grow up fast. And Bumblebee was mature beyond his age, yet still showed and often acted on his youth age. But now he had to act like an old, experienced soldier. Because enemy would not care about his actual age. Correction: the enemy didn’t care about his actual age.

“What is Prime after?” Megatron asked with growl.

“It’s a good thing you as yourself such existential questions. The answer may tell you more about yourself than about anything else.” Bumblebee smirked. He fell into Decepticon trap, got roughen a bit in a fist fight and in the end, ended up in Megatron’s clutches. It was lousy perspective, but the mission was more important than his life. Not that Megatron needed much to snuff him at this point. He was shot, punched, stepped on and on top of everything out of fuel. The only thing he got enough was his wit.

“Do not try my patience Scout, I am not knows to have much of it.” Megatron turned and walked few paces away. “What is Prime doing?”

“Honestly, at this moment? I have no idea; I haven’t seen him since the battle started. But knowing him, he’s probably stomping on some of your losers… I meant lackeys.”

Megatron turned and gave Bumblebee a long stare. The Scout looked almost like a Sparkling, with his large optics and round face plates. But Megatron was not easily fooled. This one could be merely a Scout but he was also one of the most skilled and deadliest soldiers. Of course, he was not one of the luckiest. At least not at the moment.

“Do you have me for a fool?” Megatron made stomped closer. “Do you think it is not obvious that this battle is nothing more than diversion?”

“I got orders to fight a battle, I fight a battle. Go and find Prime, ask him. Maybe if you’ll ask nicely enough he’ll tell you.”

“You are Prime’s personal messenger, if anyone’s knows it is you. I am asking you. And I am still asking nicely, Scout.” Megatron was now leaning to the young Autobot. “Use this chance I am giving you before I will become less cultural.”

“What will you do? Made rude noises at me?” Bumblebee smirked but internally, he wasn’t in very humorous mood. This was bad and getting worse but he had no other choice but stall. As long Megatron was interrogating him he was not out there looking for Optimus.

“You asked for it, Scout. And since I am still in kind mood I will grand you your wishes.” Megatron reached, grabbed Bumblebee by his throat and lifted him. “I will ask you one last time, what Prime is up to?”

“Kzzzz—tt… You will have to - - rip that - - info - - from - - my throat… Kzzt”

“What an excellent idea.” Megatron grimaced. “Why haven’t I thought of it earlier?”

And at that moment Bumblebee felt the vice like grip tightening, Megatron was squeezing his throat tighter and tighter. At first the resistance was strong but it only lasted a moment, then all tubes began to give, the venting tubes, then the energon intake and the voice box just behind it. It dented slightly at first but then the iron grip caused it to sparkle as their inner workings were crushed.

Bumblebee noticed with shock that it only hurt at first, then he realized that it was probably because the delicate wires connecting it to his neural net were ripped and the damaged vocoder couldn’t send signals that could be recognised as pain in his brain module. That was actually very bad news.

Megatron squeezed harder, his sole intention was brushing this impertinent brat. But then every Autobot received the sign to retreat. It looked like superbolid 1) only instead of entering the atmosphere it was flying up and leaving it. It was so bright and it speeded up ripping the air in its way apart, like thousands of thunders.

Optimus Prime made it; he ejected the Allspark into the space. It was beyond Decepticon reach now. The Prime did it. Though it was a bitter victory – the planet would not give life to new Autobots.

Megatron and every other Decepticon watched as the life giving energy flew away.

“So it seems that we all know now what Prime was after.” Megatron narrowed his optics as he pulled the half conscious Scout closer to his face. “And I seem to have no more use for you.”

He dropped Bumblebee and walked away, not looking back, the Vehicons following their Leader without a single word. Only Soundwave gave the bleeding out Scout a longer look, he slowly shook his head and then he was gone too.

Bumblebee felt the life slipping away from him, ruptures energon lines in his neck were leaking and he was almost empty anyway. He knew he would perish in few moments, but he felt that he did it, his mission was a success and the Allspark was away from Megatron’s reach, it was worthy of his life. With that thought he slipped into unconsciousness.


Shortly later.

It was done. Decepticons retreated but not before they gave a short pursue for the retreating Autobots. They took their wounded and dead, they set up few traps and went back to their strongholds. Megatron needed to ponder over the new situation, contemplate about all possible, plausible and certain consequences and deliberate about feasible routes of action that were now available to him. It meant an undefined period of cease fire.

Now that Decepticon went home, Autobots could return and look for any survivors, and – what was the more frequent activity – gather up their own dead.

Ratchet could have been a CMO in Prime’s staff, but he refused. He had two very good reasons for that. One: Pharma was just as good if not better surgeon, and he was scared of field work so he felt best at the back where he could perform miracles in relative peace and quiet. Two: Ratchet felt that he could perform under high stress, operating into mobile infirmaries, often under siege 2), and he also had his military training and just after the war started he served with regular troops and managed to make a name for himself. It now paid. Soldiers, just everyday fighters, treated him with some respect because he knew the drill, because he wasn’t just another high and mighty medic that waltzed in to make them an enormous honour just by allowing them to spend time in his presence. Ratchet was one of them; if he had to he could dismantle enemies just as good as he could put one of them back together.

And now Ratchet and his merry band commanded by Ironhide were combing out the perimeter. Ratchet was looking too; every working pair of optics could make a difference. He was about to move to another quadrant when he spotted something yellow. A bright colour in sea of grey. He ran in that direction, transforming was not an option, not in such a terrain, but he was there almost instantly and almost froze. It was Bumblebee. Everybody knew Bumblebee, hi was young, yellow and full of energy. His seemed to be everywhere at the same time, some believed he had a gift of bilocation, but in reality the young mech was simply that enthusiastic. And Ratchet loved that youngling as his own Sparkling… because in all honesty, everybody loved Bumblebee.

Ratchet approached the fallen Scout, and performed a preliminary scan to determine if Bumblebee was still alive and if there was some sort of booby-trap here. All came clear and the Scout was alive, barely.

“Ironhide!” Ratchet hollered. “We have a survivor! It’s Bumblebee!”


Mobile infirmary’s operating room. Later.

Ratchet worked as fast as he could. The energon loss was critical, and then there was the fact that the vessel system was severed. It was hard because Ratchet had to provide Bumblebee fuel and keep the leakage at bay at the same time. It was like trying to stop a river with a stick, but Ratchet was doing his best.

And then there were non-lethal damage to take about. Few broken struts to wield. Ruptured armour plates. Burst protoform. Loosened wires. And the crushed voice box. Mangled and twisted piece of inner working that looked like it was stomped on.

Ratchet did his best. The energon lines took him half of the night, and then he worked restlessly on rest of the injuries until noon the next day. Then he rested half a joor 3) and returned to his work on Bumblebee. Their group found no more survivors, so he had all the time he needed – the area they searched wasn’t the main battlefield, so there were but few Autobots there.

When Ratchet finally finished working of Bumblebee’s voice box it was another half a joor later, and he only stopped because he realised that he reached the limit of what he could do. He was out of resources, before the war he would be able to do more. Now, it was a miracle that the kid survived.

Tired in both body and mind, Ratchet went to recharge. Bumblebee was still under and would be kept that way for another night – he needed his rest even more than Ratchet did. The repairs needed their time to start to take in.


Mobile Infirmary post-operation room.

Bumblebee began to wake up; his optics flashed and then slowly came on-line. He looked around and found Ratchet standing next to his berth. He wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound. He tried to sit up but fell back. He looked at the Medic questionably.

Ratchet looked at his patient with tortured optics. It was his success and failure at the same time. He saved the young mech’s life but at the same time he failed to truly heal him. And now he had to face this Autobot soldier.

“Lie down and don’t try to get up yet. We barely managed to get you going as it is, you need rest.” Ratchet felt his own voice box failing him but after a moment of struggle he regained control. “When we found you, you were almost completely dry, you were going on fumes. Also your entire throat was mangled, as if it was in a vice.”

Bumblebee blinked few times in his own way by rapidly turning his optics on and off. Then he nodded, he remembered Megatron grabbing him by his throat.

“You had severed energon lines, which was the most dangerous for you; you also had few broken struts, ripped armour plates and burst protoform. But we were able to fix all of that, though it took us some time.” Ratchet sighed heavily. He knew that there was no point in avoiding it. He had to tell his patient about everything, though he didn’t want to sound cruel. “There is only one thing we couldn’t do. And I am sorry, I have failed to repair your vocoder, it was brushed beyond what field infirmary could do.”

At that Ratchet lowered his optics. It was hard to admit his own defeat, and he didn’t even delivered the worse part. When he looked back, Bumblebee was lifting his servo to his throat. The hand was visibly shaking but Ratchet couldn’t tell if it was weakness of distress.

“Whoever did this, put enough force to your throat to crush it, I did what I could but the damage was so severe that considerable part of the circuitry is severed in more than one place. And the part that is severed is not answering to artificial stimulation.” Ratchet saw desperation in that large, bright optics and almost ran away. This was still a youngling, final upgrades or not, he was still a kid. Too young to be damaged like that, too young to fight wars. Ratchet came closer to Bumblebee and gently laid his servo on the young mech’s shoulder. “I do not know how bad it will be, but this is merely a field infirmary. When you will be better we will send you to Iacon, they have better resources there and Pharma has perfectly equipped operation room, perhaps he will be able to do more. So, there might me still some hope. He will be able to do more than I can here.”

Ratchet smiled, but he knew it was a lie, or perhaps more like wishful thinking. If the damage was as bad as he figured it to be, nothing could help. At worst case Bumblebee would be permanently and completely mute, with paralysed jaw. In best case, he’d be able to make some sounds. In any case, this youngling would never be able to speak normally again.


Iacon, sometime later.

Bumblebee sat on a bench on wide balcony of the medical centre in Iacon. He just left Pharma’s office after receiving his examination and test results. It was not pretty.

Pharma basically repeated what Ratchet said: a good chunk of his voice box’s circuitry was not reacting to any kind of stimulation which meant it was severed and most likely in more than one place – though one severed connection would be plenty enough if it was in the wrong place. All the repairs he received were performed flawlessly but the damage was simply too severe. The good news was that not all was lost. While he couldn’t move his jaw much, he could make some noises which opened patch to rehabilitation and restoring at least partial ability to speak.

Bumblebee glared at his pedes. His report was received, all was confirmed and he was now officially a war hero. He was one of the very few Autobots who could claim that he faced Megatron during a battle and lived to tell the tale… or in his case write the tale. He didn’t regret that he opposed the Decepticon Warmonger. But he was to bear the mark of war forever.

Next: Megatron/D-16.

It happened before “Run to the Water”. And mind you, that I never read “Bumblebee at Tyger Pax” story.

1) A type of very bright meteor.

2) Think of M*A*S*H, you know both the film and the TV-show about mobile hospitals. But Ratchet wouldn’t be Hawkeye Pierce, luckily, he wouldn’t be Burns either.

3) 1 joor = 6 hours, ½ of joor = 3 hours.


External Links

Archer Knows Best on Tumblr - My Tumblr account, WARNING: for adults only
Archer Knows Best on Twitter - My Twitter. WARNING: political contain, but not only.
Stargate Wraith Mania by WraithWorshipper
Craddle of Wraiths - Russian language
Boli.Blog - for adults only (PL)


In my deviations I used or may use in the future following fonts (all of them I aqquired by CDs or internet pages).
- Abaddon by Ragnarok POB 140333 Austin TX 78714 (from internet),
- Angel by JuliaL (from internet),
- Anquietas by Joseph Spicer (from internet),
- AVP, Blade 2, Hannibal Lecter, Sleepy Hollow, by Jens R. Ziehn (from internet and CD),
- EanBwrP72Tt by Bear Rock Technologies Corp (from CD).,
- FightThis by Apostrofe (from internet,,
- Helldorado by Levi (from internet),
- InvisibleKiller by Paul Rein (from CD),
- Neverwinter by Neale Davidson (from CD),
- Predator by Jim Sorenson (from internet),
- Tfu Tfu by Meir Sadan (from internet,,
- LetterOMatic by Nate Piekos (from internet,,
- Gringo Nights by Jakob Fisher (from internet,,
- Stargate by Isis Font Foundry (from CD).
- Friday 13 by Thomas W. Otto, Norfok Inc. (for atavistic growls, from internet)

Fonts found on
- Various fonts by
- Various fonts by
- Various fonts from Apostrophic Laboratories
- Various from Komika

Various fonts from:

Transformers font by P. A. Vannucci

Autobot and Decepticon fonts downloaded from Transformers Wiki.

I also use brushes, textures and other resources delivered by redaction of Practical Photoshop.

I wish to thank to all the authors: you made my work much esier and pleasant.


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xbastex Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you so much for the watch.
MonBa22 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Student Interface Designer
LetaDarnell Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2014
Check this out…

It's any fandom, so I thought you might be interested
CzarnaArcher Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm not sure how good I am in drawing dresses. If I will have an idea for nice dress, then sure, why not?
LetaDarnell Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
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