#Transformers Reforged

[devilart2199-aibi]

Primer's favorite customer 💅🎨✨️

[red-taileddolphin]

what the hell is transformers reforged and why did I just get the entirety of the first part as an ad on youtube

[tilly-tittle]

fishing for them hoes

[highrhulain85]

TF:P AU Sigma Dagger - Reforged: Arcee

Hi All! I have made a re-edited version of my character design of Arcee from TFP as a dragon from my revamped and rewritten AU fanfic, "Sigma Dagger - Reforged". This includes a more realistic depiction of Arcee's animal alt-mode.

I will be posting my fanfic on Ao3 and FF.net real soon, possibly tomorrow May 11, 2025.

Disclaimer:

Dragon design is mine.

Transformers (TM) belongs to Hasbro.

And just below is reference AI concept art of Sue the Mule, my oc, and Jack Darby (cause I can't draw humans or equines 😒. Just wanted to give you the visual of their appearances.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64652932

Here is also a link to the story on my Ao3.

[musingsfromastonehead]

Transformation

Transformation(A Steampunk Acrostic)Tempered in the Foundry’s flame, he wakes with piston breath,Reborn in clanking chambers where old war dreams taste death.An army's iron servant, hammered, bolted, drilled anew —Nails in sockets, steam for blood, commands hard-coded through.Sinews spun from copper thread, a chestplate scarred and scored,Forged for conquest yet again, a weapon — not a lord.Over…

[melmedardaapologist]

with arcane’s focus on visual elements, something that’s been nagging on me lately is mel medarda’s final design and why it compounds the tragedy of her story:

firstly, when we see mel in her flashback, she’s already wearing her significant white/gold, but tempered with blue—noticeably missing her mother’s greys and reds, even then, showing her idealogical differences

then in piltover, we see mel as her own self-actualization—all white and gold and black, colors connected to power, and with an elegant cut that still places her slightly apart from piltover fashion. it shows her place as a non-combatant (long skirt) and someone privileged (the pure white) and wealthy (the gold. so much gold.). this is mel medarda at the pinnacle she’s worked so hard to achieve—it’s elegant because she is elegant

which of course becomes subverted when we do see the gold accessories taken away and the white dirtied when she’s kidnapped by the black rose—this is the first and only time we see mel in actual disarray, and it shows how vulnerable she is when she’s outside the political sphere

and after her transformation, we have this costume change, where aside from the increased gold (now representing magical ability instead of just wealth), we have mel in a a skin-tight catsuit style getup, allowing for greater movement, and her hair done in micro-braids in a style that won’t affect her center of gravity. at first, when i was watching, i was confused (especially about the hair), but then i realized—

this isn’t mel dressing herself to reflect a change, this is leblanc’s vision of mel, where power is swiftness and she is markedly different than others in a way that is now impossible to ignore

and she tries to return to her previous sense of self with the white hood, going back to a trademark of her style, but notably this is an outfit worn to conceal, not reveal and show off like her previous iconic dress, and her change is visibly with even just the hood off

and when mel accepts black rose’s help and betrays them and her mother dies, the white hood disappears—try as she might, she cannot go back to who she was, and she stands before noxians as a mage and mother-killer and a wolf, something dangerous

and then, when we see mel leaving piltover, she’s wearing nothing of her original self, but a combination of black rose’s getup and her mother’s colors. there is almost nothing of “mel” in this outfit, as if she’s been subsumed by these two identities—noxian and mage

even her makeup has shifted, with the red line under her eyes and the gold in her lower lip directly copying her mother

this isn’t a mel who’s realized herself in a new identity. this is a mel who, when faced with the enormous loss of her brother, mother, lover and former identity, has fallen into the definitions and roles that were presented to her, and who is now primed to continue the cycles started by her predecessors

and moving on from arcane, i think it would be fascinating to see mel in one of the newer shows to see how she grapples with this and if she either falls back into tradition and dooms herself, or if she’s able to break free and reforge her identity on her own terms

[anyacad0]

the progression of Dan Heng's path and element is so interesting to me. I keep hearing "gameplay paths don't mean anything" but they pretty clearly correlate to a character's worldview and Dan Heng so far is one of two characters to change his playable path and element as his character progresses.

First we have wind/Hunt which is, quite frankly, a very unhealthy combination (Feixiao this means you too. Please go to therapy). The wind element is attributed to characters who are chasing after or running away from something, either way, they're constantly on the move. They'll never slow down or stop if they can help it. The Hunt path defines single-minded and ruthless action, to the point of obsession.

In short, Dan Heng's initial path/element combo tells us that he's obsessed with running away.

Imaginary/Destruction is a little more confusing, with both the path and element being more ambiguous. As I've mentioned before, Destruction isn't just the process of bringing ruin, it's annihilation. A transformative process by which two opposing particles destroy each other and produce equivalent energy to their mass in the form of light. Nanook seeks to bring an end to the Paths because THEY consider them to be chains on the universe. Destruction is, in a nutshell, reforging. And in Dan Heng's case, the things that he destroys in order to create something new are his own lies. His conception of himself and the person he insists he isn't, slowly being torn apart and rebuilt in such a way that it no longer hurts him.

The imaginary element is even more confusing and subjective, but I think it's built around the idea of convergence. A pathstrider with the imaginary attribute has a strong, singular ideal of the future how the pieces of the present will come together to form it. Someone who is probably more idealistic than grounded. Whereas the quantum element represents a mindset of endless possibilities, a singular entity gradually branching out into countless separate things, the imaginary element is all about bringing separate things together.

So the combination of the imaginary element and Destruction path describes someone picking up the broken pieces of the present and moulding them into something new.

[wigglermansblog]

REFORGED

[ Transformers x Marine! Reader ]

Next

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A/n : This is more of a crossover between two shows I like. Transformer x One Piece. This will be a review chapter and if the story gets a lot of attention , I'll keep it coming. For the Transformers, I don't choose any continuity and build up my own universe.

Also, sorry for not being active. I've been busy with work for the past months.

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P R O L O G U E

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"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I have to do this— please, forgive me!"

The man beneath you wailed, his hands trembling—slick with your blood. The kitchen knife is buried deep in your heart.

He stumbled backward, collapsing onto the floor, his sobs loud and broken. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall, his body wracked with guilt. You’d seen that look before—the hollow, haunted eyes of someone who had been forced to commit an unforgivable act. Someone who had been cornered, crushed under the weight of desperation.

"It's... okay..." you rasped, copper flooding your mouth with each word. "It's not your fault. Please... don't blame yourself..."

Your voice was weak, your breath shallow. You smiled through the pain, your lips trembling. His breath hitched, eyes wide with disbelief as he clutched his chest.

"Take care... of yourself… and your family..."

Your body lurched forward and crumpled to the cold floor, the metal of the blade clinking softly as it slid free. A pool of blood expanded beneath you, warm and spreading.

The man’s cries were the last sound you heard—raw, anguished, broken.

And then—

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You expected darkness. An end. The peaceful embrace of the Sanzu River, where perhaps your family waited on the other side with open arms.

Instead, you felt cold.

A biting, unnatural chill.

And the low hum of something mechanical.

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Your eyes snapped open.

Cold metal surrounded you. Panels of glowing glyphs pulsed in hues you couldn’t name. You were enclosed in a pod, dimly lit from within by an eerie blue light. It hissed loudly, and with a mechanical clunk, the hatch released.

HSSSSSH—

The pod’s door split open. You stumbled forward and crashed to the ground with a heavy clank. Disoriented, you looked down at your hands—except they weren’t hands.

They were metallic. Sleek and angular, with glowing lines of energon coursing beneath the plating.

Your fingers moved, jointed and smooth like a machine. You gasped, the sound rattling through a new, unfamiliar throat. You scrambled back in shock, metal scraping against metal.

"What in the—"

Your voice sounded distorted. Echoed. Then suddenly, your vision was flooded with glowing symbols.

[ Welcome Online : XXXX ]

[ Body Status : Stable ]

[ Energon Levels : Medium ]

[ Alt-Mode : None ]

The glyphs flickered, then disappear. You blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what just happened. The text was alien—but somehow, you understood it. Like the knowledge had been placed into your mind without permission.

You turned your arms over, inspecting them. Your limbs were metallic, the plating smooth and sharp-edged. Your movements were shaky, like a newborn deer testing its legs.

What happened to you?

What happened to your human body? Why were you metal? What are you?

You barely had time to think when—

BOOM!

The entire structure shuddered from an explosion above. Dust and sparks rained down. You tried to stand, only to collapse again. Your legs weren’t used to supporting this frame. The second explosion shook the floor beneath you.

BOOM!!! CRASH!!!

This one was closer. A portion of the ceiling gave way, a massive chunk of debris crashing down only a few meters away. Instinct took over. You scrambled to a nearby pipeline running along the wall and used it for support. Your metal fingers gripped tightly as you hauled yourself upright.

You staggered forward, each step heavy, your balance unsteady. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t afford to.

Up ahead, a stairwell.

You took the stairs slowly, gripping the rail. Metal creaked beneath your weight with every step. When you finally reached the top, you shoved open the door—

And the sight that greeted you took your breath away.

A night sky, vast and star-strewn—but not peaceful. The city was in ruins. Towers burned in the distance, their skeletal remains glowing with molten steel. The air smelled of smoke, ash, and scorched metal. The ground trembled with distant impacts.

Then—something zipped overhead.

You looked up. Two sleek aircraft zip across the sky. Its engine roars very loudly like an enraged beast and they weren’t like anything from your world. They twisted mid-flight, their bodies shifting, contorting—

—Transforming.

With grinding, mechanical grace, both aircraft morphed into towering humanoid machines. One was bulky and bristled with armor. The other, leaner and faster. Sparks flew as they collided mid-air, exchanging blows with thunderous force.

Your eyes widened.

Robots.

Living, sentient robots.

Another explosion rocked the ground near you, snapping you from your shock. You dove behind a fallen pillar as debris rained down, one hand shielding your head.

The battle raged around you, echoing in your ears like a storm. Lasers streaked across the sky. Missiles detonated in midair. Metal clashed on metal in a brutal ballet of destruction.

You gritted your teeth and pulled yourself up, limbs shaking.

This… this was a battlefield.

Not unlike Marineford.

Except you were no longer a human Marine.

You were something else now. Something forged in metal.

But your heart—whatever it had become—still beat with purpose. You had no allies for now. You have no idea who was fighting who. But one thing was certain. Firstly....

You have to get out of here.

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[ End of Prologue ]

[mollysunder]

The Medarda Family and the True Goal of Shimmer

Nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature. -Singed

For most of s1 the only versions of magic the audience really gets familiar with are visualized through hextech blue and shimmer pink, but we can't trust it to represent what actual magic is like on Runeterra. People from PnZ are incredibly unfamiliar with magic, it was banned for centuries, and they're mostly retracing steps and doing guess work. The best metric to understand how magic works is to look at characters and regions that are actually inclined to magic, and the Medardas may be the best example yet.

When Ambessa accepts the Wolf totem from Lamb one half of dual aspects of death, her body is enveloped in a bright purple transformation before being reforged into a red that resembles the kind her ancestors and the Lamb wear.

It's the same bright purple that consumes Sky in Viktor's last experiment with the hexcore in s1.

I think this purple represents magic at its most malleable state, where it can be refined or change others into final products with a proper catalysts. By s1's final scene, we know that Mel possesses magic and likely uses it through her golden armor. We also know it's possible for magic to be a hereditary trait that can be passed down (not perfectly) through family lines, which is prized in Noxus (and Ixtal?).

So if Mel has magic that likely means the Medardas family in general has latent magic that flows through them naturally, but what does this have to do with shimmer or PnZ in general?

The Medardas are relevant to PnZ because Zaun's leading minds, Silco and Singed, have spent their capital trying to replicate what the Medardas can do!Shimmer doesn't exist purely as a bioweapon, that's frankly secondary to it's point. Shimmer exists as a means to artificially make the users capable of performing magic, or at least shift the user's biology into something that can tolerate magic. Hextech as a solution to the mystery of magic completely sidesteps the relationship between magic and the user by using machinery as middleman, while shimmer takes a more direct route.

Singed can't literally biohack nonmagical people into mages all by himself. Singed instead developed what's essentially a hormone therapy to give users temporary magic abilities by synthesizing shimmer from these mysterious plants that resembles the color of the magic within Ambessa before her deal with the Lamb.

Why didn't Singed and Silco just give people the magic purple plants directly if it's capable turning them into mages? Sky and Rio might be the best examples for why you don't do that. When young Viktor feeds Rio the purple plants we see Rio immediately lose vigor, as an audience most of us assumed that was simply Rio's pre-existing condition acting up, but the relationship is more simple. When Singed said Rio was dying, he said it with surety because Singed KNEW the exposure to magic was killing Rio. And Sky was DISINTEGRATED upon being exposed to the hexcore's magic.

In that vein, Singed used Rio as a work around. From what we see non-mage humans absolutely cannot tolerate exposure to even base magic, but Rio was able to last longer. Instead Singed and Silco exposed Zaun to a version of those magic flowers that was broken down by Rio's metabolism into a version that non-magical humans can tolerate.

The wild thing is that all this effort is to get non-mage users to Ambessa's UNREALISED state, the purple is just the base magic that exists in mages. Even still, Singed seems to have developed the kind of strain of shimmer that's the closest he's ever come to real magic, and Viktor and Jinx used it.

Viktor's own magical transformation has been facilitated by the hexcore in the same way the Lamb facilitated Ambessa's transformation. Do i think Viktor has essentially created his own Aspect through the hexcore? NO.

But in the same way shimmer is facsimilie of magical ability, so too is the hexcore a subsitute for living magic. And by living magic I don't mean unicorns or mermaids, I mean magic that is given consciousness and shape by being tethered to human concepts. And the hexcore's basic purpose is supposed to be magic that thinks and Viktor has tethered it to the human plane with his blood.

This all begs the question about what could exposure to the hexcore do to long term shimmer users? What WILL it do to Jinx? We all know that's inevitable next season.

You see, power, real power doesn't come to those who were born strongest or fastest or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it. -Silco

Tldr: Shimmer is a large-scale project to turn the population of Zaun into mages, or magically tolerant, by essentially microdosing the population with magic through shimmer.

[fatkish]

Haganezuka x Fire Spirit Reader HC’s

You had been born from the Swordmith’s. You were a natural spirit born from their passion and born to protect them

You have a natural form that is a fox, but your body is made of metal, making you look mechanical and your tails are made of blue fire

The swordsmiths have known about you for the longest time, they feed you and are friendly to you

You protect them and keep their fires hot and make sure they don’t get burned

The Swordsmiths built a shrine for you, they leave offerings there and light candles, signifying the fire that you were born from and that gives you strength

Your favorite swordsmith happens to be Haganezuka, much to the surprise of the villagers

Whenever a slayer comes to the village, they are asked to pay respects to you by giving you a dumpling (your favorite food, sorry if it’s not) and lighting a candle at the shrine

When Tanjiro came to the village he was asked to pay respects to you which he happily did as he was rather curious about you

Tanjiro was amazed by you and happily pet you once he met you

You snuggled with him and Nezuko at night when they stayed at the village

When the village is attacked by the upper moons, you went on the attack

Your fire is similar to that of sunlight, when a demon catches on your fire, it burns them. You destroyed each of Gyokko’s fish, burning them to ash

You dashed through the village, destroying each and every fish monster in bright blue flames

When Gyokko tried to hurt Haganezuka, you got in between them, snarling with your arms out, you shouted at him not to touch your Haganezuka

You fought Gyokko, getting hurt but never wavering

When Muichiro helped you, you made quick work of Gyokko and then you left to fight the other upper moon

You helped defend Tanjiro, Mitsuri, Genya and Nezuko. You lended your fire to each of them, lighting their swords on fire, giving them a boost

When Tanjiro and the others separated and left Mitsuri to go after the main body, you transformed into your human form and went to help them

When you caught up with them, the sun was rising and you jumped from the cliff to try and reach Nezuko and shade her from the sun

When Nezuko overcame the sun and was able to walk in sunlight, you decided that you would give Tanjiro and Nezuko some of your blessings

You helped out in the aftermath and helped clear away debris as well as rebuild the village

While Haganezuka reforged Tanjiro’s new sword, you made sure to bless the sword by bathing it in your fire and blood

After Haganezuka returned from delivering the sword to the newly built and relocated village, you jumped on him and welcomed him back

After the demon slayer corps were disbanded, you would come to realize that you would probably disappear and cease to exist after some time

The villagers had noticed your flames were flickering and asked you what was wrong

You told them that soon you wouldn’t have any reason to exist, without demon slayers and their need for swords, the swordsmiths wouldn’t have a need to forge like they do today

You told them that in the future after they are gone and have all died, you likely won’t have enough energy to exist in your current physical form

Unbeknownst to you, amongst the crowd of swordsmiths, Haganezuka was listening to you and was deeply concerned but didn’t know what to do or how to help you

Haganezuka had always held a soft spot for you in his heart, you had always been looking after him since he was a child

He wanted to repay you for all that you’ve done and ensure that you didn’t need to worry

You went to check on Haganezuka and found him working away in his shed. You smiled seeing as he has never changed despite all the years you’ve know him and having faced an upper moon

You silently left to go do other things, unaware of the tears that Haganezuka was shedding at the thought of losing you

One night, you were sitting on the steps of your newly built shrine when Haganezuka came and offered you some dumplings

You sat and ate them while Haganezuka ate some Mitarashi dango. You both sat there quietly eating while looking at the stars

Haganezuka spoke up, asking if it was true, that you would disappear in the future

You told him it was true. You explained to him how you only exist due to the wishes and work of the swordsmiths. Without them, you wouldn’t exist, if they disappear, so will you

You looked at Haganezuka and saw the tears in his eyes, you smiled softly and wiped them away

You told him that he shouldn’t be sad and that this is just how things are

Haganezuka then promised you that he would make sure that his descendants would always make offerings to and worship you

You laughed and told him he needed to get married first in order to have descendants

As time went on, the village changed and as the swordsmiths aged and began to die off, you slowly lost most of your power

Nowadays, your physical form is long gone, leaving nothing but your spiritual form. You watch over a few different families. Namely the Kanamori’s and the Haganezuka’s

You keep an eye on their families and do what you can for them, awaiting the day that you completely disappear or the day that the swordsmiths return, whichever comes first

[devilart2199-aibi]

The bad attitude twins 🚘🚘

More TF Reforged redesigns :3

[walidgoldpreppy]

Welcome WalidGold

Walter Jenkins, a square-faced man in his thirties with a layered red haircut, stood in front of his office mirror, meticulously adjusting his gold tie knot. He wore a crisp suit, black with gold accents here and there—a nod to his role as manager of the famous sports team, the Golden Team.

Each member of the team wore their Gold uniforms, a symbol of their success and unity, and Walter, always dapper, found subtle ways to incorporate the color into his own outfit. Today, it was his tie clip, watch, and belt buckle that sparkled in the dim office light.

On the mahogany desk sat a small bottle, with Arabic writing etched into the glass. It was a gift from a friend, @arab-god.

Why not try it, he thought, with a wry smile. Without further hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. At first, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

But a few moments later, a wave of heat invaded his body. His red beard, although well-groomed, began to gradually darken, turning a deep brown. The heat spread, making his skin browner and browner, as if every cell of his being was burning with energy. His muscles swelled, his body became wider, more imposing, as if every fiber of his flesh was being reforged under the effect of the drink.

Walter staggered slightly, his hands gripping the desk to keep his balance. He felt his mind grow numb, his head became lighter, as if his intelligence was slowly fading to make way for something more primal.

His Gold tie strained against his pecs, which were developing visibly. Each breath was heavier, slower, as the heat reached his lower abdomen, triggering an even more radical transformation.

He placed a hand on his chest, watching in amazement as his red hair turned black, taking on a more neat, almost slicked-back look. His eyes, previously a bright blue, became dark, almost black, as a voice echoed in his head, murmuring words in Arabic.

Walter didn't understand a thing, but he knew, deep down, that something had changed. He repeated these words mentally, without understanding their meaning. Suddenly, everything became clear: he had surrendered to something greater. He submitted to the force of this transformation, feeling a new power invade his mind and body. *Allah*... A clear, precise word, invaded his mind.

He felt stronger, more confident, and above all... more dominant. He straightened up, becoming aware of his new body. His skin was tanned, his features harder, his gaze, now dark brown, more piercing. He ran a hand over his beard, which had grown thick and black. Now he was Walter, but also something more. He felt more masculine, more imposing. Every gesture, every movement gave off an aura of power and control.

Standing in his office, Walter or whatever he had become stared into space. His right hand played absently with his tie as his mind sank into a thick, confused haze. Fuzzy memories came to mind, but none of them seemed to belong to the life he had led so far.

Images of his childhood in a small American town, his rising career in sports management, all of it gradually dissipated, like a dream that evaporates in the morning. In their place, a new reality imposed itself, more powerful, more vivid. He was no longer Walter.

Perhaps he had never been. *Walid*, that was who he was. The name echoed in his mind, filling every corner of his being.

Memories of a sunny childhood in a faraway land, in the heart of palm-lined alleys and bustling markets, imposed themselves on him. His parents, pious and respected, had taught him the values ​​of religion from a young age. Every morning, he rose for prayer at dawn, his eyes still sleepy, but his heart filled with faith. Walter's mind was slowly burning, absorbed by these new memories. He was no longer the man he believed himself to be. *Walid*, the son of a prosperous merchant, had grown up learning to dominate his environment, to impose his will with charisma and authority.

Very young, he had developed a natural talent for business, a keen sense of commerce and negotiation. Everything in his life had converged towards an unstoppable rise. Within a few years, he had become an influential businessman, respected throughout the country.

Every morning, Walid put on his suit and tie, a symbol of his success and power.

His unwavering faith had been his guide throughout this journey. He prayed fervently, guided by the love of Allah, and strove to spread the good word wherever he went. His success was not only the fruit of his hard work, but also of his deep devotion to his Creator.

It was Allah who had given him this strength, this natural dominance over other men. Every day, dressed in his impeccable suit, Walid stood as a manager, but also as a guide, a model of masculinity. With his ties and elegant suits, he embodied success, faith, and power. Under his leadership, the team was no longer simply a sports team, but a unified force, driven by a deeper conviction.

Adjusting his tie, he contemplated his reflection in the mirror. His tanned skin, his impeccably groomed black hair, his perfectly trimmed dark beard... Everything about him exuded a natural authority. Walid stood there, towering and powerful, ready to spread the good word through his success in business and sports. There was no more doubt, no more hesitation. Walter Jenkins was a distant memory. Now, he was *WalidGold*.

[highrhulain85]

TF:P AU Sigma Dagger - Reforged Ch 1 Mule Sense

A normal journey home from an errand turned into a truly wild encounter and the start of a new type of adventure.

Mule Sense

A dawn chorus of songbirds filled the air above the brightening well-traveled road. Chilled fog gathered on the ground making the traveler tighten his cloak about him. The youth was dark haired and lean in muscle, his grayish blue eyes took in the road ahead and glanced at the surrounding sparse patches of spruce and broken pine. He and his steed rode the beaten path toward home with a wooden trailer of metal scraps covered with a tarp. The brown, white patched mule snorted her compliant on the trailers’ weight.

“Tired already, Sue?” Her driver patted her neck and affectionately rubbed it. “You’ve pulled heavier loads at greater distances than this.”

Sue just repeated her complaining snort. Her rider chuckled.

“We’re almost home anyway, and if you go on with no more complaints, I’ll have mom prepare an extra bag of carrot oats for you.”

As if she could understand his bribe, she pulled a little faster. The youth just shook his head fondly as they continued on the road in silence.  He regarded the views as they passed, thinking of what he needed to work on when they were back home. By late morning they had reached halfway home when Sue suddenly stopped with a jerk. Her head perked up and looked around sharply, long ears pivoting every which way. The dark-haired youth, who always relied on his steed’s instincts, immediately became alert, glancing around and rubbing her neck.

“What do you hear, girl?”

A blood curdling screech was his answer.

“RRAAWWRRGH!”

The frightened mule whinnied loud as she reared up and tried to bolt but the heavy cart made it impossible.

“Whoa Girl! Whoa!”

Dismounting from his saddle, the youth held the reigns to reassure the mule and thankfully succeeded. The screeching came again, this time from a distance off the road. The sound itself was like a great kerfuffle of large fighting cats, with bestial roaring, skin tearing, and clashing of rough bladed swords. He looked over his shoulder to the right from the path, toward a rocky hill incline indicating the direction of the source. He knew it lead to a locally known canyon that was beyond it.

Sue jerked her head back to the road, hoping to have her master hop back onto her saddle and ride away from the danger she knew was over that ridge.

Unfortunately, her master was a young and curious human, a very dangerous creature.

Pulling Sue to tie her reigns to a tree, the youth readied his bow and quiver of arrows from his back and walked slowly toward the incline. The mule whined her frightened chide at the teen to leave with her. However, he continued up the incline, making sure his bow didn’t clatter against the rocks and the steps of his leather boots quiet as possible.

The growling sounds became more intense as he got closer. The fight must be near its peak as the screeching war cries mingled with cries of pain.

In his defense, he was raised right by his mother, and she had but drilled it into his brain to not get involved where he could get hurt. She just never stopped him from having a curious mind about the world though, much to her chagrin. He could just imagine her chastising tone to him about what he was doing at this moment.

“Jack Darby, you idiot! What are you thinking?! Your mule is smarter than you! You’ll get killed!”

Another cry compelled his curiosity, and he continued up the slope to the ridge and peeked over.

Nothing in all his life prepared him for the sight in the canyon below.

“Dragons.” His mouth went dry when he gasped.

Three large figures circled each other, their growls echoed on the canyon walls. Two of them were identical with large dark scaly bodies, wings attached to their long front legs twitched in challenge. Both their pale triangular heads swiveled to follow the third figure as their wing claws slashed at their wary opponent. Jack took into detail the dark black and violet scales that colored their bodies and wings; he shivered at the sight of their slanted red eyes. His heart froze more at the sight of a particular-colored scale pattern on the barrel-chested creatures, a pointed crested purple face that glared out with malicious intent.

Oh great, Deceptidraqs. He had to get out of there.

However, before he retreated a fierce growl directed his attention to the third dragon.

This one was much smaller than the others as it snarled furiously at their opponents despite fighting a two to one battle. Wounds with some kind of blue fluid flowed from its back and a large gash on its front leg were ignored as it braced for another assault. The smaller dragon had a slender dark cobalt body with a long neck to a narrow serpent-like head ending with sharp baring fangs. A headdress of sleek cobalt horns and pink crests crowned along the sides of its face and one crest curved up from its forehead. The same pink accents were intwined on cobalt and black legs and dorsal plates along its hips, that flared up in aggression, to the end of a lashing tail. Silver claws, fierce bright blue electrified eyes, and gnashing teeth fought back against the two other dragons; sparks of blue fire aimed at their faces from its mouth. Wings that spread out wide from its shoulders, looked more like a combination of batwings with the flight feathers of a hawk or an eagle.

Jack’s eyes widened when he caught another scale pattern on one wing; this one had been memorized since he was a little boy.

A crested dragon face with a broad muzzle, that stared out in a bold and strong gaze.

“An Autogon!” he gasped out again in shocked awe.

His shock was interrupted when one of the Draq’s barbed tail struck the Autogon’s head, disorientating it enough to be pounced on. The Autogon struggled under their weight, still fighting back as it screeched and bit and clawed their hides. However, the strikes and teeth tearing from the Deceptidraqs forced it to let out a painful cry that wrenched at Jack’s heart.

Then piercing blue met with gray blue.

The Autogon had paused for a moment, a look of shock matching his, but another attack to the neck brought out another pained screech.

Jack’s mind told him to leave, every lesson he learned about dragons told him that he shouldn’t get involved and must let things be. Yet, his heart forced him to his spot and when another yowl of pain sounded again his fighting response kicked in and he looked around quickly.

He knew he stood no chance at fighting Draqs but maybe…

He caught sight to the other side of the canyon and to the boulder rockpile hanging atop the cliff face, right over the fighting dragons.

He hurriedly set up his bow, putting the normal arrow back and drew one of his special arrows out of the quiver. Jack looked over the rune-covered arrowhead for a moment.

Now’s a good time to test Raf’s arrows than ever.

Hooking the notch, he pulled back the string and took aim.

For a moment he aimed at the dragons, the electric eyes looked back up at him in painful shock, crying out to him as if to tell him to run. The attacking Draqs were too caught in their relish of what they thought would be an “easy victory” to notice him.

After inhaling a deep breath, Jack aimed up toward a weak spot in the boulder pile.

He softly exhaled and let loose the string.

--

She knew she should’ve been more cautious, should have been more aware of her surroundings, but her mind had been clouded.

The loss of a pack mate will do that, and in her mind, it happened too often.

Had her mind not been so clouded she would’ve noticed the Draqs sooner.

She only had time to drop her cargo into the forest below before two Wyvercons were on her. With grace and speed, she led her enemies away from the drop point and into the canyon. However, they were still bigger and faster with one firing a cheap shot at her wings, forcing her to the ground.

Now she writhed in pain as they attacked her neck and body, she was able to inflict some damage, but it didn’t deter them. She could feel through her pack bond with the others and knew they were on their way.

Yet, she had begun to believe that they would not make it in time.

She still looked up in hope for a sign of her pack, then froze.

What is a human doing here?!

Her neck was attacked again and her cries to her pack became louder with more urgency, desperately crying out for the human to run knowing he might not understand her. Thankfully the Wyvercons didn’t notice, too caught up in their torture to her.

Her pack was still too far away and now with a human in danger…

She looked back up again, shocked to see the human aim a bow and arrow in her direction then aimed up over the Wyvercons and fired.

A moment later the cliff above them exploded, making the Draqs stop their assault to look up at the falling boulders overhead.

She saw her chance and used her claws to strike at the Draqs, distracting them enough to dodge the chaos of the incoming avalanche.

Cries and frantic screeches were overpowered by the crashing impacts of rock and debris until they suddenly stopped. The valley gradually became silent with only the plinking sounds of trailing pebbles. She wheezed and coughed at the dust cloud surrounding her and turned back at the spot for any movement. As the cloud faded, all that remained was a great pile of boulders, debris, and perhaps a quarter of the cliff face. The only indications left of the Deceptidraqs were limp tails and twisted claws jetting out of the rubble.

She limped to the rubble to check for any signs of life, sniffed all around, tensing her body for any attack.

Nothing came.

That’s two less Wyvercons to deal with, and all this from one puny human arrow?

Thinking of it…

Her crested head turned to the canyon ridge, but the human was gone.

--

“Yeah, yeah I know, you were right, I should’ve listened to you,” Jack agreed with his chiding mule after quickly shouldering his bow, untied Sue from the tree and quickly led her away back down the road.

Sue had no qualms about it, after all, she was satisfied with scolding her master further, nipping the hair on the back of his head and making harsh snorts. Her master just kept speed walking in deep thought.

Moments ago, he fired his arrow and watched long enough to see the boulders fall on the Deceptidraqs and witness the Autogon dodging them in time. Satisfied, Jack made a silent and quick retreat, the adrenaline in his blood had him scramble to get as far away as possible. His hands were still shaking while he held the reigns once the reality of his action crept slowly back into his mind.

When he was sure they were far enough away, he stopped and curled to a crouch.

Grey blue eyes stared at nothing on the ground, letting his hands drop the reigns to cover his face.

He shuttered in and out staticky breaths, listening to calls of birds and leaves rustling with the wind in the forest to try to calm his mind, yet…

What did I just do?

He couldn’t get that question out of his thoughts. Not only did he see dragons, he killed two to save one. He has hunted large game before with no problem, hunted for food and materials, and gave respect for the animals he killed. But the creatures earlier, were not just animals, they were dragons, sentient beings who had thought, emotion, and could reason. Beings from ancient myths and stories passed down through human history. Sure, they were still Deceptidraqs, the ruthless raiders of other villages, powerful dragons who would attack humans and livestock for fun or appease their pride.

Being Deceptidraqs should have given him enough reason to have taken their lives to save an Autogon, a dragon of legend who fought with humanity against the Draqs in the Exodus War. Who taught their knowledge and compassion to kingdoms far and wide and helped form the code of the Guardian Knights.

He should feel proud of himself…

So, why does he feel this horrible regret?

He heard about how knights are trained to learn to suppress the hard feeling of taking another life for the preservation of others in their protection or their own.

He was just a bystander that decided to aim his shot.

He wasn’t a knight, he was only a… and he just…

Jack shuddered again.

A soft nose nuzzled the side of his face that brought him out of his distressed thoughts. He look up and smiled gratefully at his loyal hoofed friend, who stayed by his side despite the loose reigns. He patted her nose as she lipped gently around his fingers.

“Thanks Sue.”

Sue nickered reassuringly as Jack got back up after some deep calming breaths. He made to get back on her saddle when the morning sun suddenly flashed a bright beam at the corner of his eye. He looked curiously over to a thick bush, where just under its leafy shade was something that shouldn’t be there.

Leading Sue over, he reached down and pulled out a wrapped bundle of burlap with a leather band tied around it. It looked worn from being handled for a long time and was singed in some places. He felt something hard and long in the bundle and unwrapped it.

He stared in awe at the contents that revealed itself.

It was a dagger in a scabbard sheath, the handle was simple enough, crisscrossed leather grip, and cross guards that looked pristine from the reflecting sunlight off the steel. The pommel had a blue-yellow bicolored sapphire set in stone embedded through it. The scabbard had mother of pearl inlay in some sort of vine pattern, he had never seen such detail before.

Before he could take out the blade, dark shadows appeared over the dagger. Jack looked up to see two flying forms going back the way he came. He rewrapped the dagger, put it in his saddle bag, and then mounted back onto Sue who, without any fuss about the cart, gladly hurried off toward home.

Finally.

--

She smelled the ridge of the canyon where she saw the human.

Definitely male from the nearby village, doesn’t smell like one of the Guardian Knights. She thought as she limped around the area, her right front leg hurting and her neck was throbbing. If he wasn’t a knight then why would he put himself at risk to help me, a dragon? I had thought… How odd.

A trilling cry echoed in her ears, and she turned to the new arrivals, knowing she had little to worry about. She smiled, relieved upon seeing them.

“About time boys.”

The first dragon that landed was slightly larger than her, his yellow scaled chest bared the same mark of the Autogons. His head was domed with a short broad crest from the forehead, two small horns curved up on the sides, and small spike ridges flowing down the back of a thick black neck. At his throat, thick scars can be seen where the area of the vocal cords could have been. The face was gray, aside from the yellow and black accents on his muzzle, jaw, and sides of the head. His wings were more bat-like, that magically shrank to smaller wings over his shoulders and long back legs for sprinting.

The second dragon landed next with a loud thud and the ground beneath them slightly vibrated. He was double their size with a great wingspan, which also shrank to small, curled wings above his large shoulders. His olive-green body was a more heavyweight form, with a massive club at the end of his tail. His broad head was also domed with bony thick plate crests along the top and down his short, broad armored neck. Thick scutes covered his chest, shoulders, and back and small thick spikes protruded out along his hips. The face was gray with green accents along his muzzle and into an impressive chin.

Both took in the chaos in the valley then back to their packmate.

“Arcee!” greeted the green Autogon. “Whoa! What party happened there?”

The blue female laid on the ground to lick her leg wound as she replied, “Wyvercons. They ambushed me, had me outnumbered.”

“Arrwoo?” trilled the worried yellow dragon.

“I’m fine, I… I had some outside assistance,” she hesitated and looked to the rubble below. “Some human saw the fight and caused that landslide with some kind of magic infused arrow.”

Two pairs of blue eyes widened at her, looked at the rubble pile then back. The green dragon shook his head to clear the shock and frowned with serious worry.

“Wait, a human saw you?! Oh, Ratchet’s gonna bring the inferno down on you.”

“Before or after I tell him I also lost the artifact.”

“Grrrr--?!”

“No, the Draqs don’t have it. I dropped it into the forest before I was knocked from the sky. I put a tracking stone on it to retrieve it later, but sometime after the avalanche I sensed it had been moved from its hiding spot. At one point, the stone must have fallen off cause I can no longer sense it.”

“So where is it now?” the green dragon helped her when she struggled to get back up.

For a moment Arcee didn’t answer her pack mates, then jerked her head up to a knocking sound on a far tree branch and saw a lone raven. Its red eyes looked at the scene below its perch, then squawked in panic before flying off when a fireball was fired at it.

The yellow dragon looked on as his target flew into the sky with a fierce scowl while the green giant growled with him.

Arcee looked from the retreating bird then to her pack mates. “Good work, Bee. No need for eavesdroppers. As for where the artifact is now, Bulkhead,” she looked to the tree line beyond the canyon and the far-off thin pillars of smoke of a town.

“I think I may have an idea on where it could’ve gone.”

--

“Jackson Darby, you idiot! What were you thinking, going up close to a dragon fight?!” the dark haired, fair skinned woman prepared their dinner in the oven. She stoked the fire with hard jabs of the iron pick, masking her censure to her son. “You could’ve gotten killed! Your mule has more common sense than you!”

Do I know my mother, regarded Jack as he prepared plates on the wooden table, glad he waited until now to tell her of his trip. “I’m sorry, mom. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just…” he sighed as he faced her scolding gaze. “I couldn’t just do nothing.”

“How about running away and being safe for one?” she said as she used her apron to remove the steaming cook pot from the fire. “If those Deceptidraqs had seen you--”

“They weren’t all Draqs mom…,” he hesitated before answering. “Two Draqs were attacking an Autogon.”

Shocked gray-blue eyes looked at him, then she slowly places the pot on the table before facing her son with a disbelieved frown. “…An-an Autogon? Are you sure?”

“I saw the mark Mom,” he said with a firm voice, then walked to the stone oven and pointed to a battered shield, set atop the mantle, that bore the same red face and patted it as he turned to her. “This very mark on the dragon’s wing. It was unmistakable.”

His mother walked to face the shield up close and breathed deeply. “I thought they became extinct after the Exodus War.” She looked at him in hope. “If you saw one then there is hope. Oh, Jack if they have returned…”

“Don’t know about that. It may have been the last of its kind.”

“It takes one to reassure me,” she then shook her head, released a breath and looked back at her son with a frown. “Still, young man you are on punishment duties,” she then smirked. “But I think you’ve earned some cake for your courage.”

“Yes ma’am, oh um let me double check on the stock first,” Jack got a lighted candlestick lantern and left through the door into the adjacent forge area. He checked that the fire was down, tools locked away, and competed orders safely secured. Pulling back the shop’s entrance flap, he headed to the outside stable after picking up a feed bag. Sue greeted him with a snort as the sounds of lingering town passerby’s, knight patrols, and crickets chirping announce the evening chorus.

“Hey girl,” Jack greeted back then poured the bags contents in her feed trough. “Here’s your triple extra treat.” Sue nickered at him and began feeding.

Jack walked back to the shop and went to the storage shed and looked at his supply of steel, copper, and iron rods and sheets. He paused to cautiously look around, then reached under the copper to bring out the burlap bundle. After placing the lantern on a shelf, he unwrapped it to look at the dagger fully.

The length was long, from his fingertips to his elbow, and despite being within its scabbard, the weapon was very light. He griped the leather handle and drew the blade out; he had to gasp at the pristine sheen from the candlelight. It was a standard broad blade made of a metal that his expert eyes could not distinguish. Jack had never seen such a mixture of some strange electric blue metal woven in with the steel. Engraved on the base of the blade bore symbols of a language he had no knowledge of, he may have to consult with Raf for translation. Turning it over, he carefully felt the blade’s edge.

“Such craftsmanship. Not a mark, dent, or jagged edge. Perfectly smooth. Whoever had you last really took care of you. Such a loss, but now what to do with you?”

“Jack!” cried his mother from the shop entrance. “Come in before dinner gets cold!”

“Coming Mom,” Jack called but then hissed. When he turned to answer her, the blade was resting on his finger, and it sliced a deep cut into the index finger pad. He moved the blade away and scowled at the bleeding finger. “Great.”

He put the dagger down to wipe off his hand and wrap it up, the blade still had blood on it. Unseen by the youth, the red matter was absorbed into the metal. When Jack brought the dagger back up to wipe it he paused at the clean surface. He turned it over in surprise, then huffed in acceptance.

“Well, at least I got the messy part of the deal.”

He put the scabbard back on, wrapped it in the burlap, hid it under the copper pile again, grabbed the lantern with his uninjured hand, and rushed back into the house. He was not surprised his mother started scolding him about his new wound and started expertly bandaging it.

A faint glow illuminated from the hiding place in the dark shed.

--

Sharp cries of the raven echoed above a moonlighted lush happy valley that gradually became a desolate land of rock and dead trees as it flew closer to the mountain in the distance. This was no ordinary mountain however, in the dark of the night its silhouette formed under a blank moon as it floated high above the mountain range. The glowing core of its powered flight could be seen for miles, floating rocks encircled around it like waiting cannons.

There wasn’t a human, animal, or plant that’s never heard of Nemesis Darkmount, the flying fortress of the Deceptidraqs.

The raven ignored the other Wyvercons as they flew to the base of the mountain, each carrying livestock that cried out in distress, and other materials. Occasionally, few carried a pleading human that was unfortunate enough to be caught too close to their mountain, or a punishing tribute of a village. Taken to be made a slave in one of their many mines.

The Draqs would take their prizes to the honeycombed entrances at the mountain, but the raven had another destination.

It cawed as it flew high toward the top, and flew through the open entrance, past the crisscrossing maze of stalactites and stalagmites and cawed again to announce its presence into a large cavern. A giant violet glowing crystal at the cave floor center illuminated the cavern, which made shadows move in between rock formations and walls.

A sinewy appendage appeared from one of the darkened walls to the black bird. The raven landed on it, then clicked and squawked to the silent shadowed form of its master.

“…”

A red eyed slender shape appeared from behind the crystal and swaggered toward them, its long forehead feathered plumage swayed with its prideful stride.

“Well Soundwave, what does your scout have to report on the artifact and the patrol I sent to fetch it?” its velvety graveled voice questioned, lifting to look at a paw and having his long claw pick at another with fake disinterest.

“…”

“WHAT?!” came the high-pitched outraged command, his feathered body and plumage spread in outrage. The grey paw clutched at his chest. “What do you mean ‘terminated’?! They were part of my elite! It was just one Autogon!”

“…”

“What is this nonsense about a human arrow?! What of the artifact?! Lost?!”

“…”

“Oh, oh good. Whew,” the grey paw wiped across his brow in relief, then the figure made a lowly sneer as he turned back to the crystal. “So, a sniveling human not only aided our enemy but may also have our prize? Well… Our lord did order us to retrieve it, and the boys have been itching to have some kind of fun lately.”

Smug eyes viewed the numerous pairs of red eyes circling the cavern and up the higher ridges of the stalagmite maze. Excited growls and snarls echoed from the walls and up toward the open volcano exit.

“…”

“Bah! That hardly matters, Soundwave. He wouldn’t even have to worry while he’s away and I, Commander Starscream, am in charge,” replied the graveled boastful voice. “We must retrieve the artifact before the Autogons do.”

Then sharp white teeth grinned wide under his beaked snout, and a sinister gleam shone in his red eyes.

“Besides, we need to remind the humans of what true terror is.”

His maniacal cackle echoed as he spread his large, feathered wings and took off toward the exit with a flight of his dragons following behind.

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Reference art of main characters in another post.

A/N: For character term clarity: Deceptidraqs = Decepticons

Autogons = Autobots

Wyvercons = Vehicons

Someone once asked me why I used "Autogons" instead of "Autodrakes", it's mostly that I didn't want to abbreviate the names to sound the same. It would be a little confusing if I used "Draq" and "Drake" in the same prose and you have to remember which one is which.

[shenanisketches]

Thanksgiving is over so you know what that means. Back at it again with my Reforged project.

Original art by Barry Kitson and Robin Boutell from The Transformers (Marvel UK) #145

[quitealotofsodapop]

For the drafted fate AU

Other than the time Wukong changed Macaque fate by feeding him the immortal peach, does he knows that he had been changing people's fate all this time ??

Prev.

Nope.

All he knows is that he scrubbed a bunch of names from the official Book of the Dead, and kept a close eye on his best friend/mate's health.

But he gets strong feelings.

One line of the Buddha's breakdown of Wukong's powers includes;

Knows transformations, Recognizes the seasons, Discerns the advantages of earth, And is able to alter the course of planets and stars.

The second line seems like an odd extra power to have. Most mortal animals have a pretty keen understanding of seasonal changes without godly extra-celestial powers.

Unless like "alter the course of planets and stars" it's meant to be metaphorical.

As in; A Divine Gut Feeling.

Wukong has been going through life with a built-in Spidey Sense and not even realise it.

He knew to choose MK as his successor, even if he wasn't sure who this little mortal was.

He tore across Heaven, Hell, and Earth seeking answers the moment LBD made her presence known. And his instincts told him that only the True Fire could stop what she had planned.

This gut feeling isn't always clear though. He did plan to reforge the Samadhi Fire without an idea of how he'd be able to use it, if at all. But at the same time this reforging likely saved Mei from the same slow-burning fate of her ancestor.

He canonically had no idea that MK was another Stone Monkey, but he felt it.

To quote the convo between him and Macaque at the beginning of Season 5;

Macaque: He's not just a kid! Why him, Wukong? Did you know about— when you chose him? Wukong: No, I didn't know. It just felt... right.

Look at this past Wukong glaring at his egg shard and try telling me he didn't suspect something Big was happening with it;

Wukong may not realise it, but an aspect of his "fate changing" abilities is being able to sense that a great danger or change is afoot.

MK's powers are a lot less easy to pin down. But he's able to say "Nu-uh!" to fate and chart a different course.

And of course this all come back to who helped create them: The Goddess of Creation and Positive Chaos, and the person who set the Investiture of the Gods into motion.

Nüwa herself.

S5 really goofed up having her trying to represent Order, when this lady literally brought the Shang Dynasty to ruin as part of a loophole to not kill the Emperor.

[anyacad0]

the gameplay Path of Destruction seems to represent new beginnings. See, Nanook is one of the more misunderstood Aeons in that what they seek is likely not total ruin, but annihilation. Annihilation is not destructive process, but a transformative one; the matter and antimatter used in the process are equivalent to the energy released.

This is reflected in pretty much every playable Destruction character- they all follow an ideal of destroying what was to make way for what will be. They either gave something up, or continue to give something up- Arlan trading scars for the Space Station's protection, Dan Heng destroying his lies in order to wholly accept himself, Firefly casting away the identity of AR27610 to embrace her humanity, Yunli melting down cursed swords and reforging them- for the sake of creating something new.

That begs the question, then, what exactly is Nanook hoping to create from THEIR Destruction?

Also. You'll notice I said "pretty much" every single Destruction character. Because. Hook. What on Earth is up with Hook.