#Reverse remade

[pkiir]

Reverse Stanford

Getting his science project a one way ticket into West Coast and abandoning his hometown Ford would've believed it was the best decision of his life. Unfortunately, the only thing it earned him was this bitter life goal considering all the other students at West Coast were snobby scientists. Most, atleast. Nobody in the scientific field really cared about the paranormal and dismissed it entirely, considering Ford's fascination with exactly that it was safe to say that people beating down on his chosen scientific field didn't bode well. He still works hard to get his degrees but develops this bitter feeling to prove that paranormal science was infact very valid. How so? Studying them in gravity falls. Regardless of which college Ford had went to he would've still ended up documenting the paranormal in gravity falls.

Using the same spell that's originally used to encase the Shack from Bill in weirdmageddon Ford instead discovers it and uses it to trap Bill in this tiny little bubble for scientific exploration.

(Kind of like when bill is the jester in the book 😆)

Fords own dedication to harnessing this power drives him crazy. Bill still does drive him crazy but not from manipulation and simply his own hubris to unlock the secrets. Making the concept of the portal was what he believed would give him access to said power. He's not trying to rule the world, just reveal it to how everything he's worked for all his life is true...

[kotaki]

Suite Precure Episode 2 || Hirogaru Sky Precure Episode 5

[the0ther-side0f-dawn]

i'm convinced this is exactly what Dan meant you can't change my mind

[holloska]

Back at sticker making yet again...

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men in a Matriarchal Society

AN: this hits 🤌🏻

Pairing: LADS Men x Fem Reader

Genre: Fluff

Xavier:

What if the roles were reversed? You, the ruler. And him, the knight.

It was his sworn duty to protect you. To kneel before your throne, sword in hand, and bleed for your crown.

And when you died, for the world, for the kingdom, it was his task to hold the throne in your absence. To guard it from grasping hands and hungry hearts. To ensure that your sisters, or the sisters-in-law married to your brothers, did not seize the crown during the fragile limbo of your death.

He became your regent.

A man, entrusted with the power that was made only for women.

It was unnatural. Heresy, they whispered. The crown of queens, held in the hands of a man.

But he stood at the foot of your empty throne, unwavering. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze fixed forward.

Then you came back. Dragged from the void, scarred, breathless, unyielding. Remade once again.

Followed by your subjects celebrating your return, you walked into that hall, crown glinting beneath the torchlight, his knees hit the marble floor. His head bowed.

"My queen."

You met his eyes, steady and familiar. He had ruled in your place. And for the first time, you realized the terrifying truth:

The knight had become a king.

Rafayel:

"Darling daughter, meet Rafayel, our esteemed guest from Lemuria," your father beamed, introducing you to yet another match. Why could he not leave you be?

You smile politely. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Rafayel." You take his hand and press a light kiss upon it.

The man’s lips curl into a knowing smile as he pulls his hand away. "Ah… I see you don’t remember me."

Your father’s brow lifts. "You’ve met before?" An unholy light of assumptions flickers in his eyes.

"We have."

"We have not."

You and Rafayel speak at the same time.

Rafayel turns to your father, sipping his drink with practiced ease. "I happened to meet your daughter in the Sun Theatre, sir."

Your face warms in sudden recognition. Oh no.

But Rafayel.

"You see, I am a devotee of art. But your daughter, sir," He smiles, eyes glinting with mischief. "Your daughter is quite taken by it too. Especially the sopranos."

So that’s where he saw you.

In the sopranos' room. God dammit.

Of all the places, of all the people, this was how you first met your husband.

Zayne:

Your betrothal had been arranged at birth, with none other than your grandmother's dearest friend's son.

You grew up with him, playing in his father's gardens, stealing figs from the orchard, and chasing fireflies.

Now, years later, you step down from the carriage and turn to offer him your hand.

"Will this be alright?" Zayne asks, his eyes lighting up as he peeks eagerly into the apothecary.

You chuckle, opening the door for him. "Why wouldn’t it be? Who would dare object?"

"Your grandmother," he mutters, lifting a small glass vial to his nose and inhaling deeply. "She’d rather I follow your father’s footsteps and get involved in the household."

You lean against the shelf, watching him lost in his world. His brow furrows slightly as he tests the scent of lavender and sage.

"I think healing is your calling," you say softly. "How could I deny you that?"

He hands you a vial of peppermint extract. You lift it to your nose, the crisp scent tingling your senses.

"Besides," you add, "our household has my grandfather, my father, brothers, cousins, and brothers-in-law to manage things. I'm sure you can be spared from such duties."

Zayne hums thoughtfully, placing the peppermint in the basket for your nighttime tea. "They say you're under my spell. That I've bewitched you."

"And?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He leans closer, his voice dropping low. "I’m starting to think it might be true."

Sylus:

"Your husband is a dragon." Your sister glared at you like you’d personally spat in her tea.

Across the room, your mother, barely held back by your father—hurled a vase at you. You sidestepped just in time as it shattered against the wall.

"A good-for-nothing, mooching dragon at that!"

"Mother!" you snapped, crouching to gather the shards. "Sylus is perfectly capable of carrying our family name. And he has his own wealth, he just likes using mine." You shrugged, unbothered.

Your said husband was currently lounging in peace at your manor, wisely out of sight until tempers cooled from the whole eloping with a dragon situation. Not that Sylus wouldn't have enjoyed this? He would have loved getting on your siblings' nerves.

"He’s a wild man," your brother scoffed, sipping his tea like he sat on a throne of moral superiority. "You can’t just bring him into the family."

You arched a brow. "I could say the same about your wife. Whose mother, if I recall, is a tyrant."

Your brother choked on his tea. "Do not compare my wife to that beast!"

"Don't you dare call my husband a beast!" you snarled, eyes flashing.

"He is not welcome here. Not him, not his party of goons," your sister replied coolly, delivering the verdict like she had any right to it.

You smiled, sharp as glass. "Trust me, sister, your hospitality made sure of that. But it’s fine. He doesn’t need to be welcome here." You rose, brushing imaginary dust from your sleeves.

"I don’t need a damned family name to keep my husband happy."

Caleb:

"You have to look after him," your grandmother's thin hand trembled as it curled around yours. Her breath was shallow, strained beneath the weight of the sickness that bound her.

"Promise me." Her voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the effort. "Promise me you'll protect Caleb when I'm gone."

You pressed a kiss to her fragile, shaking hand. "No harm shall come to him. I will treasure him. I swear to protect him."

He had left not long ago.

Off to the aerospace academy, chasing his passion. One day, he would be the first man to lead the fleet, changing the history forever.

But he was sweet. Too kind and trusting for the world he was stepping into.

You worried the academy would change him. Make him feel insignificant, unfitting. Break his heart.

Surrounded by second-generation women, daughters raised with power and sharpened tongues, he was bound to face conflict. He was stepping into a space carved for them, and that made him vulnerable.

It troubled you. It troubled your grandmother more. Ever since his departure, she'd barely touched her meals. Her eyes followed shadows, haunted by the worry she could no longer hold in her hands.

"Please." Her fingers curled tighter around yours. "Look after him."

"I will."

You meant it. With the marrow of your bones, you meant it.

Even if it meant, giving up on your dream to follow him as a shadow.

[uglyfruit]

Palestinians who have reached out to me (updated 09/23)

@ahmadresh - GFM ($15,738 raised of $31,000); shared by 90-ghost

@samerpal - GFM (kr142,952 SEK raised of kr450,000 - note that $5 USD =50 SEK); they are #196 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet

@abdalhadiaburas - GFM (only $5,767 raised of $65,000); not yet verified but likely legit

@wafaaresh6 - GFM ($24,148 raised of $50,000); this is a remade campaign that is not yet verified but here is some info

@ayaalanqarsblog - GFM (€13,291 raised of €15,000); shared by 90-ghost

@ahmedalnabeeh11 - GFM (€26,564 raised, donations closed); #218 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet

@burningnightgiver - GFM ($12,762 raised of $50,000); shared by 90-ghost

@fidaa-family2 - GFM ($35,511 raised of $30,000); shared by 90-ghost

@noorabd1992 - GFM ($18,202 raised of $45,000; shared by 90-ghost

@farahmoo2 - GFM (€5,761 raised of €20,000); shared by 90-ghost

@majedgaza1 - GFM ($5,765 raised of $70,000); found on this list of apparently verified fundraisers but I couldn’t find the original verification

@ahmadwaleed5 - GFM ($9,420 raised of $25,000); #167 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet

@falestine-yousef - GFM ($23,486 raised of $40,000); shared by 90-ghost + more info on verification

@safemaryamsfamilysblog - GFM (€1,960 raised of €20,000); seems not yet verified but reverse image search checks out

@familyetaf1234567 - GFM (€2,532 raised of €10,000); also not yet verified but reverse image search checks out

[crimsondinnerparty]

Hannibal, the Cannibal, and the Man Who Made Him Starve

Hannibal Lecter’s entire identity is built on the concept of consumption—of others, of experiences, of power. He devours not just bodies, but lives, souls, and control. It’s what makes him so terrifying: he doesn’t just kill, he consumes his victims in the most profound and intimate way possible. They become part of him, swallowed whole, stripped of their humanity and reformed into his idea of *art*. Hannibal is the **ultimate predator**, and his hunger is insatiable.

But then, Will Graham enters his life, and Hannibal finds himself faced with something he cannot consume. Will Graham isn’t a regular target. He isn’t a piece of art, nor is he someone easily twisted into Hannibal’s vision of humanity. Will is the **mirror**, the one person who sees through Hannibal completely, who resists his manipulation. Will is the exception, and he refuses to be devoured.

The Hunger Begins:-

In Season 1, Hannibal’s interest in Will is almost clinical. He observes Will’s brilliant mind, his sensitivity, his vulnerability, but never truly considers Will as a human being—he sees him more like a **specimen**, someone who could potentially be shaped, remade, or “eaten” in a different sense. He begins to teach Will, **grooming him to be his equal**, but without ever understanding that in doing so, he’s planting the seeds of his own undoing.

Hannibal, used to controlling everything around him, begins to lose that control with Will. He sees Will’s intellect, but more importantly, he sees Will’s ability to feel—to empathize, to understand emotions. Hannibal, who is all about mastering emotions, finds this fascinating, but it’s also something he can’t control. This fascination is the beginning of his hunger, and it’s a hunger that doesn’t easily satiate.

The First Taste of Loss:-

In Season 2, Hannibal’s obsession with Will grows deeper, more personal. It’s no longer just about seeing Will as an extension of his artistic project—Hannibal starts to care. He starts to want Will not just as an intellectual equal, but as someone who can understand him, someone who can *see him* for who he truly is.

But as much as Hannibal desires Will, he also underestimates him. He assumes that he can bend Will to his will—that through manipulation, gaslighting, and a constant game of cat-and-mouse, he can force Will to accept what he’s offering. This plan, however, begins to unravel when Will starts to question his own emotions, his own identity, and his connection to Hannibal. The reversal of roles becomes clear—Will begins to mirror Hannibal’s behavior, pulling Hannibal into his own psychological game.

Hannibal’s first taste of loss comes when Will betrays him. It’s not just an intellectual defeat—it’s personal. The idea that someone he loves could actively turn against him hits Hannibal in a place he’s never acknowledged: his own vulnerability. Will has not only rejected him, but he’s also gone behind his back, actively working against him. For someone like Hannibal, this is a blow to his ego, and the consequences of this loss are more profound than just losing Will.

Self-Denial: The Starvation:-

By the time we reach *Mizumono*, Hannibal is in agony—not just because of Will’s betrayal, but because of the profound emptiness that betrayal leaves behind. He has Will physically within his grasp, but he can’t consume him. Will has already betrayed him, and Hannibal has lost the one person who could have truly understood him.

In this moment, Hannibal chooses to starve.

He doesn’t eat.

He doesn’t kill Will.

And it’s not because he doesn’t want to—Hannibal has never avoided a kill. He’s never been afraid to

The Paradox of Hunger: Control vs. Surrender:-

Hannibal’s relationship with hunger and consumption in relation to Will becomes a paradox. On one hand, he wants to devour Will, to make him his own —to consume him wholly, both mentally and physically. But on the other hand, he wants Will to choose him. He wants Will to surrender, to fall into his arms, to see the world through Hannibal's eyes. He needs Will’s choice, not his subjugation.

This is the starvation that plagues Hannibal—he doesn’t just need to eat Will, he needs Will to give himself freely. Without that, Hannibal is left wanting, unsure of himself for the first time. For someone who prides himself on total control, Will’s rejection and betrayal leaves him in a state of hunger that can’t be easily filled by anything else. He isn’t just starving for Will’s body; he’s starving for Will’s soul, for the deep connection that he thought was within his grasp, but ultimately, Will has pulled away from him.

Final Thoughts: The Longing Never Ends:-

By the end of Mizumono, Hannibal's choice not to kill Will—or, even more telling, to let Will survive his betrayal—marks the culmination of his hunger. He doesn’t just want Will because he’s interesting or because he’s a challenge. No, Will becomes the one thing Hannibal cannot control, the one person who has the power to reject him completely. And that in itself becomes Hannibal’s addiction.

Hannibal doesn’t just eat people—he remakes them. But with Will, he finds himself starved, powerless, and completely consumed by his desire to have Will choose him.

The man who devours lives finds himself starving for the one person who refuses to be consumed—and for Hannibal, that’s the most excruciating fate of all.

[fangirlingpuggle]

Danny Phantom AU/fic prompt with reveal of eldritch Danny.

Danny knowing that he's not just a half ghost anymore, knowing that he;'s getting less human as well as less ghost, more something else. He knows the more powerful he gets more he draws form his power the more he'll change.

Clockwork letting him know once transformation fully starts once that barriers broken it can't be remade or reversed even with time powers.

The other ancients managing to keep any to powerful ghosts from going after Danny, no actual threats from the ghost zone so Danny won't be pushed further, he's already on the precipice ... he's close to falling off.

The problem is they can only do that via ghost zone, they can't stop threats from earth. The observants don't want them messing especially because a new ancient forming...that’s going to be a lot a huge shift and they don't want clockwork messing with anything.

So when Vlad next deices to pull a scheme to turn more people against Danny which results in an all out fight in front of most of amity with GIW, Fenton parents and red huntress as well as Plasmius messing with Danny riling people up as Vlad.

He can't get away he's overdoing it he's been fighting for so long and he knows, he knows he's pulling into that power but he doesn't have a chance to not. He can't get away and losing to the ghost hunters humans it's worse than losing to ghosts especially because everyone will know and well...The GIW won't care much about being half human probably just want to dissect him more. Though he can feel the human side...the ghost side changing.

He can't get away and then suddenly a shift... suddenly he's glowing form cracking as it flickers between human and ghost and...something else.

His space powers manifesting gravity shifting everyone, everything is pushed down held in place as they are rendering speechless, can't form worlds can barely breath and just watch.

They watch Danny's form start to fall apart as Clockwork appears hear him sob ask if there's anyway to get more time (Danny thinks they're frozen with clockworks power...he doesn't even realize it's his power) everyone can just watch realizing of Danny's identity slowly sinking in.

They watch Danny fall apart..into something new something they cant even comprehend and then... as Clockwork uses timeout...he's gone just shattered earth under the force of gravity and space.. a scar on the earth and nothing else.

[zahri-melitor]

A range of possible additional reasons why Tim Drake has a spleen:

When ZEA Robin!Clone Bruce sacrificed his hand to Bruce as a replacement, he asked if there were any other organ donations he could make to help out: Tim got a spleen out of it.

When Mr Oz/Jor El transported Tim out of the firestorm to imprison him he used a transporter beam that broke Tim down to atoms and built a new Tim in the prison (see the classic ‘do you die when travelling by transporter beam in Star Trek’ argument), as Tim arrived significantly less injured than he appeared while under fire. When Mr Oz set that up to happen, it also incidentally repaired any other long term injuries Tim had (including replacing his missing spleen).

Mister Terrific’s universe jumping machine when Tim went to retrieve Bruce had the side effect of when it shifted Tim into another universe that it made sure the traveller brought back everything he believed was his with him. Bruce’s hand didn’t come back as he knew he’d lost it, but Tim acquired a spleen because he didn’t know he was missing one.

The White Ghost lied to Tim and dunked him in a Pit quickly back in Red Robin to staunch the bleeding. Spleen never lost.

During Dark Nights: Death Metal Tim probably died and when the multiverse reset occurred by the Creators they just remade everyone using their DNA/self image and so Tim came back with a spleen. A bunch of older heroes lost their aches, pains and chronic injuries at the same time.

The Lazarus Rain gave Tim the ability to regenerate his organs. Nobody noticed because it wasn’t a talent people were looking out for and he was already working to avoid Waller and her troops.

Doctor Manhattan forgot about it. Oops, you now have a spleen, Tim.

Getting absolutely BATHED in Lazarus Resin in a possible future had effects that traveled backwards in time to heal earlier injuries for Tim (and look I already have ONE reverse time Lazarus Effects argument, what’s a second?)

During Dark Crisis: Young Justice Mickey Mxyzptlk changed Tim’s body to have a spleen because he wanted them to go back to exactly like they were back in the YJ98 days and he’s a 5th dimensional imp, they can do what they like.

[markrosewater]

Happy birthday, Mark! As is tradition, I guess, I'll give you some reverse "birthday trivia" about my magic experience.

The first ever rare I ever pulled from a booster pack when I first started playing was an Inkwell Leviathan from conflux, and ever since I've been using it in every esper artifact deck I've made and remade.

Do you happen to remember the first rare you ever pulled, or at least your favorite rare/mythic you've ever owned? Happy birthday!

The two rares in my very first starter was Stasis and Darkpact.

[rentalboos]

if you want my humble trans opinion to the Star Beast Trans discussion, here it goes:

a) Rose is a non-binary trans gal, I think when they posted the character profile she even used she/they pronouns? Not 100% on that anymore tho. But as a non-binary trans guy, I really just kinda smiled at that

b) the whole "binary - non-binary" thing is just the modern who version of "reverse the polarity of the neutron flow". It has no meaning, it was a childish moron split into 3 making shit up that sounded smart and dramatic, don't try to give it meaning, it's funnier that way

c) It's nice that it's confusing because I have never seen so many cis dw fans having an avid, sweet conversation about gender identity and trying to understand and listening to us. hell yeah. representation works.

d) finally confirming the doctor as non-binary and genderfluid was really nice if they hadn't followed it up with "a male-presenting Time Lord would never understand". Way to ruin a good thing. It's really the only thing that bothered me tho

e) Seeing all the bigots lose their mind over the "did you just assume the meep's pronouns" moment is so fun, they really don't know what to do when their one joke is being remade into our joke. And the Doctor going "oh yeah, I do that too" was maybe the funniest thing on DW in ages, absolutely stunning, 10/10, no notes

[pkiir]

Reverse Falls , remake!

In 2016 I used to be a huge fan of reverse falls and the biggest fan of the concept but looking back on it many years later I only now realize how strange MOST of the fanart was for it. I am still super interested in the concept but I wanted to take my own spin on it and create my own designs on what I thought fit! ^^

i supposed I wanted to call it something like Reverse remade?

Mable pines!

i see Mable replaced with Pacifica considering their rivalry in a couple of episodes but IMO she would fit Gideons role better considering her "charm" I think she'd run the 'tent of telepathy' corner of her family business and takes relative pride in it. I think she would also be obsessed with journal 2 akin to Gideon

In terms of romance I don't think she'd be all that interested in it because she is invested in figuring out the mystery although she isn't nearly as keen in her senses as her brother so I'd assume she would be on the same level of progress as Gideon.

Dipper pines!

Considering dippers canon trait of being uncleanly at best for not changing his clothes for days on end and having 'vest rash' as stated in the book of bill I think he'd be the super straight edge snobby rich kid who helps out with the other branch of his parents business. Between the two I don't think dipper and Mable would have good connections to each other because Dipper wouldn't want strong involvement in mystery.

Sorry for the low quality art these are little concept sketches for a bigger plan because I want to think of the best designs for Pacifica and Gideon and how exactly them running the mystery shack would work because unlike the twins they are not related, suggestions would be nice but I'm not aiming for the most "canonically accurate" approach, I like creative liberties

[transingthoseformers]

Trying to make a G1 cartoon version of Tarn is so much fun. It's like, IDW took Shockwave, who was just a guy chilling and minding his own business, and said 'wouldn't it be crazy if he used to be a good guy with a normal face but he got his hands and head cut off and also lost his ability to feel love and joy?' So in order to make a G1 Tarn we have to reverse engineer that process. Tarn is not an alias. There is no DJD. He's probably not even wearing a mask, that's just his real face. Why's he look like the decepticon logo? I propose it's because his alt-mode is Megatron's throne.

I want it to be that one episode it's just suddenly revealed that Megs's throne was actually a Transformer this whole time (almost as if they arbitrarily decided to make a transformer toy of megs's throne IRL so they had to hastily write him into the show with little explanation). Is it just a reveal to the audience or to the Decepticons as well? Not sure yet. The idea that Megatron somehow didn't know about this is deeply funny.

And his personality is similar to canon except his role is much tamer, just going around base and scolding bots for breaking rules and insubordination, smacking them around but only in the typical consequence-free G1 way. Undoubtedly has it out for Starscream. He'd probably be the one to get remade into Cyclonus too.

I think we usually make G1 Tarn a bounty hunter but OOOOOO? G1 TARN BEING MEGATRON'S LIVING THRONE?????

There's fun implications there, especially in that "actually this silly thing could be a lot darker than the series intended" G1 fashion

And that would be something Hasbro would do to sell a new toy

And there are very fun ways we can lean into the rules lawyer part of Tarn's personality here in a G1 sense (especially considering the G1 decepticons and how they aren't usually ones for rules)

Consider: instead of being remade into Cyclonus, his fate is left up to interpretation until some random filler episode where we see an upgraded Tarn as an antagonist who is defeated/destroyed by the end of the episode his new toy is literally a repaint utilizing the same mold

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine finding Sauron after the defeat of Morgoth...

Imagine finding Sauron after the defeat of Morgoth and somehow becoming his guiding light, only for him to realise that it will eventually doom you to darkness...

He didn't notice the change in you for centuries but as he finally started to feel like he was truly free from the suffocating darkness clouding his mind he began to see the scales of this odd balance tipping between you.

He tried to find a solution, reverse it, stay away from you... but nothing worked. Desperate, and consumed by fear, he begged the Valar for help. He thought if the plea is for your sake not his own at least one of them would answer, he was sure if no one else then Nienna would take pity. He was wrong.

The Valar did not come, someone else answered.

Eru led him to understand, for who else could but the one who coveted order above all other creatures of his.

The darkness of Morgoth remains in Arda until the world is remade. To defeat the source of darkness and corruption, men above all else have to overcome true evil in this world, for they can make a path of their own unlike any other before. For this, theirs is the Gift of Death.

The unimaginably difficult part to accept is that darkness needs a host that men and the other races can fight and defeat.

Knowing he would never let you go through that, Sauron grieves the loss of you before he can properly accept his fate, only asking that you shouldn't have to witness what he'll become. Eru grants his wish and departs with you, and with a heavy heart he waits for the day he can see you two reunite in the light.

[porcelain-feather]

Many years went by after the Princess had been remade. Most of the time, she went about maintaining her small estate, building upon what she had one brick at a time. Many nobles would look down their nose and scoff at such meager holdings, especially one without any maids or servants to speak of, but to the Lady it was home. She had made a few key connections to other local nobility that gave her a foothold here, but just enough and nothing more.

Then came the day when a maid arrived who did not serve any known acquaintance. For that matter, she did not serve anyone at all - it was as if she had come into existence there on the Lady's doorstep mere moments before the door was opened. She bowed politely, and though she did not speak, she explained in writing that she had come to aid the Lady with her services. Given her current status, the Lady was in no place to decline such eager and generous help, and so she took in her first maid. Little did she know that this was not a maid, not truly - it was a Witch shaped like a maid, and now she was hidden in plain sight.

Over the years, the Lady's glamour had frayed at the edges and begun to fall away in pieces. She had noticed that there were some oddities about herself, but mostly ignored them rather than investigate further. Her heart still beat, so surely everything must have been fine enough. The new Witch politely and privately disagreed with this - most Witches are burdened with a crippling inability to leave well enough alone - and decided that with each passing week, she would tug another thread loose and wait to see what happened. One at a time, like a puzzle played in reverse, she made her moves and waited to see how long it would take for the glamour to completely unravel and reveal what truly lay beneath. One month, two, three…

The ninth month was the final move in this game. Suddenly, the magic fell away and the Lady saw herself for the first time as she truly was: not a human, but a Doll with pretty porcelain skin and bright eyes. A pair of black feathered wings unfurled from her back like a flower blooming in springtime, and most curiously of all, her heart continued to beat steadily in her chest despite the fact that a creature like her certainly did not need one of those.

After a moment of surprise, the shock set in and sent the poor thing scrambling away from the mirror in fright. She looked down at her hands and saw the ball joints, the glassy sheen of ceramic, and most of all, the truth of what she was. When she raised her eyes to the mirror, she saw a second truth - her loyal Maid was, in fact, a Witch all this time. Though she had no voice to speak with, the look in her eyes spoke volumes for itself.

Now you see the game, my Lady. It is your move~

[churino]

Design for go Shūta, minerva, cab, goshooter, minelba, and carb

I LOVE CHILD SOLDIERS!

Their headmater units remade by the power of an artifact called the emberstone, The robots are individual beings but it's hard to tell as The bond forged between the kids and their transtectors allow one to inhabit the body of the other on command,

With the differences between the earthlings and the autobots settled, metalhwak entrusts the safety of the kids to the greater resources of the autobots, formally uniting the cyber ninjas with optimus prime's forces as they search for the allspark's location.

In the process discovering it lay somewhere beneath the Philippines. As they moved their operations to begin secretly drilling for it, they continued to be antagonized by the six clan and the decepticons, although the latter began an on again off again aliance with the autobots, becoming more akin to rivals than enemies as they shared the same goal, in the process of their battles they put another life in danger, a third human child to take care of,

The autobots were able to reverse engineer the headmaster units created by professor go to create a third unit to keep cab safe, but frustrating metalhawk rather than stay away from the danger the kids continued to get involved in the fighting. When metalhawk expected the autobots to have the resources to give them a safe place to live.

Eventually he confronted both Ginrais and optimus prime about taking the kid's headmaster units away for their own safety, but Shūta overheard their argument and before they could go through with it he tattled to the other kids and convinced them to run away in the night to find the allspark all by alone to prove they were grown up and could take care of themselves (do keep in mind these kids are no older than 14)

As they approached the dig site it was like the ground itself was parting, like something was calling for humans specifically. Inviting them into the confines of the earth where they saw. A temple, deep beneath the earth, overtaken by six clan ocupation there was a power that flowed through this site and it remade their machines into guardians new living things but uniquely entangled with the children, and would grow an evolve just as they did

Goshooter is the upgraded loudmouth, primed to be the leader of this sub unit, dubbed the earth force, his voice box is replaced by stadium speakers that let his voice travel from one city to another, and be used as a hyper sonic brainwave scrambler.

Detachable speakers even allow him to do so remotely, his voice is so loud it doesn't even matter if you can't hear him anymore as the vibrations don't just damage your hearing they can cause the entire human body to pop like a bubble at maximum volume. Thankfully that takes a lot of effort on his part so he can't ever be harmful acidentally

and if he ever wants to talk like a normal person he can still talk via Shūta and within his mind, although they have been given a massive responsibility and a duty to their team and each other, their one true personal goal, is sports, Shūta dreamed of being a football player for as long as he could remember, unable to match his father's incredible intellect he found other ways to excel even if Shūta himself doesn't see it that way, as far as he knows he just is the way he is. Conversely shooter dreams of a sporting event involving rocket powered cars within a closed stadium and a giant ball that explodes upon entering the goal.

Minelba is the upgraded siren, forever worried about the health of the squishy humans, the second she got online she searched out ratchet to learn anything she could about medicine, her desire to aid humans specifically exposed a worrisome blind spot in ratchet's repertoire, which led them to contact ginrai's wife who was a nurse and was able to impart enough knowledge on how to take care of humans that they could be reasonably trusted with a scalpel. (I am referring to the deception of course, they can't hold an actual scalpel with their big plastic fingers)

Both minerva and minelba are less on the side of preventing injury as they are healing from it. unlike the other two members of this little team, Minerva's family is alive, well, and looking for her, this whole time the little girl has been sacrificing so much without truly having a stake in things, just worried about the well being of her friends, and the larger robot is here to finally give her the care she needs

Carb is the upgraded quiq, a fire fighting boat that allows cab to leave his island off of his own power carb is a clumsy lug who contrasts cab in disposition and skill but protects him from his often rash actions, when cab met the autobots he was running away from home to avoid responsibilities that came with age (just going to school) in favor of living with animals on the jungle, he was free from the shackles of societal expectations ( going to school) but got hungry and had to learn how to survive on his own,

until he stumbled upon the autobot's dig site and that same force that would later call out to them and upgrade their headmaster units called out to him and it's movement alerted the decepticons to their location. Which led to the fight that endangered cab and had the autobots take him under their roof, he's thankful for being fed but still even with his new big brother the kid still acts like he's better off alone with his pets determined to be "king of the world" (without going to school) he feels a special bond towards the giant city underneath his home country