#manual transformation

[tryslat]

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[bloominglegumes]

just a few more days....a few short days until i get to see little guy terribly doomed

alt versions below

[driftkinnie]

one in a billion deadlock post

[devils-yui]

Rewatching TFA, for the hundredth time in a row, and I've got to say. I used to think Sari was, kind of annoying, during my first initial watch and sometimes. The things she does makes me go wide-eyed and gripping at the screen going, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

But then now, as I'm rewatching it hundreds of times over. I have to physically remind myself that she is a child.

And not only that, but she was a child that was BARELY raised properly. She didn't have other children to socialize around, she had a robot teacher, a robot dog companion, and her occasionally in her life father who was busy manufacturing robots, entertaining the ideas of tours and etcetera.

So maybe, yes. I can definitely understand why she does rash things, and act the way she does. I understand why she's seen as a social outcast amongst other groups of kids (like in the show, ON HER BIRTHDAY).

And I'm not as mad as her, as anybody should be for a child who was raised/taught the wrong things or having not been taught at all.

However...

THIS GUY.

IS A WHOLE 'NOTHER CASE.

I JUST WANNA-

[nova--spark]

Earth 101 : A Manual for the Visiting Cybertronian

Chapter Six: Proper Use of Holoforms

Holographic hard light disguises , known as holomatter forms or more commonly as holoforms are our way to interact with a planet when our natural form is too large or matters dangerous and dubious where we do not wish to risk our frame and spark.

These holoforms are capable of interacting from hundreds of miles away, with a max of 400 miles away from us, and generally are formed to match the native species of a planet.

Many bots have customized their forms in order to best suit them, be it in the gender of the form, the voice, the appearance, and overall aesthetics.

They are linked to us completely, and can be anything from a simple projected disguise, as an Autobot by the name of Arcee was happy to inform for this chapter, as she uses her projection when without her partner, so to blend in and appear to have a driver in her alt-mode.

They can also be so lifelike that they can interact with their surroundings to a near indiscernible degree.

That said, there is a certain set of rules one must follow concerning the holoforms on Earth.

A set of rules that has been amended so many times, dear reader, that even now, new rules are being added as the list is unending at this moment.

Especially as particular members of our kin tend to test the limits of these forms, which should sometimes not be tested.

Most commonly, is the attempt to try and consume human meals of varying degrees, which has resulted in less than favorable reports from human agents in alliance with the Autobot forces.

Holoforms, we must remind, are not made to consume human meals, and so, reactions may vary between user and the outcome afterwards when one does attempt to consume any sort of meal.

They have described the manner in which a holoform eats, and behaves to be rather unnerving, as they lack a lot of minute details and reactions that humans normally have.

One such example is how humans' chests rise and fall with their breathing, much like how our frames move when venting, but as humans are always breathing, unlike ourselves, it is a detail that can feel odd to those around a holoform.

Another detail is blinking, something that we also clearly do, but not as often as humans do it seems.

A lot of these minor but meaningful details of our holoforms behaviors have been described to resemble what humans know as the ‘uncanny valley’ effect.

Uncanny Valley has been described [by humans who volunteered testimony for this chapter] as an unsettling and disturbing sensation in response to not quite human creatures that appear vaguely humanoid, but are in fact not.

Which is an understandable sensation upon further inspection of the holoforms of many of our ranks.

We also implore that those rare few who seek romantic relations with humans try and recall the limitations of a holoform, and that is as far as this part of the manual will speak of such matters.

Holoforms are life like, but even they have their limits on certain parameters.

Though I myself have no experience with a holoform, having never really left the archives too much to require usage of one, I have noted that it is the Autobots who are closest to humans whom best know how to replicate the behaviors of humans.

Arcee has reported the most experience with holoforms due to her alt mode and the required usage of one due to her missions and to avoid suspicion when out on the streets.

Many other bots have noted usage of holoforms to be vital when concerning missions in rural areas, or highly dense populace zones, where blending in can be vital in order to avoid suspicions that would cause reports to local authorities.

How we present ourselves in a holoform is also a very personal matter.

Many choose to use their holoform in the manner of styling their visage to resemble their alt mode’s function, or the typical user or driver of their alt mode would dress like.

This is especially evident in military alt modes, as well as street and race alt modes, who will choose holoforms to resemble officers, race professionals, but with representations of their color scheme upon them in order to best portray themselves.

For some however, a holoform is also a manner by which to honor others.

Bumblebee, who shared a small but meaningful testimonial for this chapter, has stated that he has connected with many humans over the years, and has used their memory, when they have long been gone, to shape his holoform.

One that he spoke of, was of a young Witwicky boy, who he bonded with heavily in his first few years on Earth when he was on the move, and scouting Earth alone.

But he also spoke of a young lady from a seaside city, who gave him his namesake of ‘Bumblebee’. 

His most current form is one that represents himself, with some help from his young partner from Nevada, but he has stated sometimes, he just wants to feel like he is back in those days, times where he wishes to drive with old friends.

Even Optimus Prime has been reported to have had a holoform, when not having agents accompany or ride in the cab of his alt-mode.

I was unable to get into contact with him for a testimonial, but his holoform was described to pay homage to someone quite dear to the Prime, of the humans he has met.

To use a holoform, in a way which honors humans that have formed unforgettable bonds with us, is a way of showing how meaningful they are to us.

I reviewed many testimonials, some from our oldest to our youngest, and all held forms which paid some form of respect to humans they held dear.

Regardless, holoforms should be a skin [or rather, holographic one] that all Cybertronians for different walks of life should feel most comfortable in, no matter the form they take.

Plenty of bots take forms that differ from what one would imagine, but in the end, it is meant to be the form they are most comfortable above all else.

If any would like to give testimonials regarding the meaning behind their own holoforms or how they found theirs and wish to provide guidance to aid others, please do submit via proper channels.

Perhaps I too will try and form my own holoform in the future.

[cyberglyphics-anon]

[fisheito]

found a baby yaku amidst the Sketchbook-glitch-corruption wreckage..... wondering if he flipped skin tones between black and red and everything in between until he saw his to-be-grandparents (and started mimicking THEIR skin tone....... )

[quibbs126]

I was looking through my photos for inspiration, and I stumbled upon this TFA concept Optimus, and honestly, it’s so good, I need to see it reused

It gives a certain vibe, I really like it

[snake-author]

Song is Supernova Shakedown by Goodeworks

[snepril]

IT'S FINALLY DONE! My new fursona: The Dragon Queen!

Formerly an average human being, she found herself inexplicably trapped in the world of an early-2000s platformer... as its main antagonist! Sure, the new body took a bit of getting used to (to say nothing of the appetite), and sure, she regularly has spats with the resident protagonist (they're friends off the clock. They go go-karting on weekends!). But it's a pretty good life once she got used to it!

Art by KristinTree!

[coupangeats]

I think Starscream would definitely post on r/aita

[valacre]

A combination of watching "Humans are cute" videos and my returning obsession for Transformers have accumulated into me daydreaming about scenarios where the Autobots and the Decepticons have moments of near cuteness aggression when it comes to humans. Or rather...

Cuteness aggression for the Decepticons. They want to squish the cute human.

Cuteness overload for the Autobots. They're nearly glitching out because they're so overcome by how cute we are.

Yes, I'm using this to think about Megatron being unable to harm me because I'm so damn cute. Let a girl dream.

[nova--spark]

Earth 101: A Manual for the Visiting Cybertronian

Chapter Two : Earth Weather

Earth, with its vast biomes and diverse terrains, has a variety of weather patterns that can change drastically from day to day, and have particular seasons with which they are often divided.

This has also been the cause of …particular issues for the newcomer Cybertronian, as the climate can have adverse effects on our biomechanics.

As a gentle reminder, please be sure to thank your medic when leaving the med bay after repairs.A bottle or two of high-grade Energon also goes a long way.

Divided into the Northern and Southern hemispheres, Earth cycles through 4 seasons, each with their own type of weather.

The four seasons by which the planet goes through, as labeled as:

Spring : Temperate to warm weather, usually brings the thawing of winter and replenishing of flora and fauna alike.

Summer: The warmest of the seasons, the planting of crops and their growth occurs here, as well as many an activity in the sun

Fall or Autumn: Harvest season, known to be the beginning of a cooling in the weather and when most flora experience a change in color to prepare for the next season.

Winter: The coldest of the seasons, this season is also known as the ‘holiday season’ due to many Earth holidays occurring during the jours, or rather, Terran months it overlaps.

These seasons last roughly 3 months each, but due to changes in the Earth’s ozone layer in a phenomenon known as ‘global warming’, which has caused quite severe changes to the climate of Earth in some places.

Primus help them, we can only hope this does not continue with our presence here.

The Northern hemisphere is known to host generally colder climates, whilst the Southern hemisphere hosts warmer climates.

The planet’s equator is the centralized area of its warmest zone.

This said, interestingly enough, when it is summer in one hemisphere, it is often winter in the other, in a rather fascinating exchange!

They oppose each other, meaning that through the 3 months it is the opposite season in the other region.

The equator tends to average around the same weather all of the orbital cycle, known as a year, around the 

Truly intriguing, the various weather patterns of Earth.

Earth is known to have various forms of weather, ranging from sunny days, cloudy, foggy, rainy or even snow.

That said, Earth weather can also be quite dangerous.

Storms such as hurricanes, tsunamis, tropical storms, and blizzards can devastate entire sections of Earth, and even wipe entire cities off the map.

We have witnessed some of these devastating incidents. 

We only hope that humans can find peace after these tragedies.

With each type of weather of course, come certain rules and warnings about potential hazards that could occur.

For example, not even the greatest of the Autobots is immune to the icy roads of the northernmost parts of the world, as our beloved Prime informed us after he spun out due to a particularly vicious patch of black ice amidst a snow storm.

Luckily no harm was done, as he crashed into the snow on the roadside. All that was harmed was perhaps his dignity when he informed us about the incident in a kind reminder to not repeat his actions, so as to avoid harm to ourselves and to others on the road.

Ever so watchful is he.

The same cannot be said for …others within our ranks however. 

Incidents with wild weather reported for documentation within this field guide are as follows:

A scientist studying the weather patterns of Earth amidst a particularly wild storm learned what the function of the aptly named lightning rod was. By becoming one involuntarily. Thankfully, said patient now seeks shelter when such storms come to pass.

One of our scouts learned the hard way that driving through fog can be a disorienting and frightening experience. It is not for the faint of Spark. Proceed with caution

Hailstorms. Spheres of ice sometimes the size of Scraplets that falls from the skies. It is as terrifying as it sounds.

One too many Autobot and Con alike have tried to become what is known on Earth as 'storm chasers'. Medical Officer Ratchet implores that the next to attempt such, will only learn from being swirled within a tornado and that the damage from such an event is very tedious to repair.

Please do not attempt to drive through flooded areas after heavy rains. Your engine will become full of water and proceed to stall. It is not worth splashing each other to have this happen.

High winds can push even the largest of us off the road. And we do mean this literally. 

We advise parking indoors when choosing to remain in vehicle mode or keeping your heating on when in cold weather. Your vehicle mode can in fact be encased in ice entirely if not careful. It is as annoying and freezing as it sounds.

For those who are flight inclined, be they Decepticon, Autobot or neutral, be aware of snow, rain, lightning, hail, and more, as they can blind the pilot if particularly severe. Even the well known Starscream has been known to crash land due to hail and sleet causing less than optimal flying conditions.

Heatwaves [No we do not mean the Sigma-17 leader, Heatwave] can be cause for our biomechs to overheat and falter, requiring significant cooling, as there have in fact been cases of engines catching on fire or outright shutting down from the intense heat.

Beware of blizzards, as we do not wish anyone to freeze within the piles of snow known to loosen in this.

Earthquakes can cause catastrophic chains of events to occur. Please be aware that aftershocks may occur afterwards.

The rescue team known as Sigma-17 has told us of a good many weather incidents like those mentioned within this chapter. Their testimony was vital for this chapter, and we thank them for their duty in rescue operations of all manner.

Please be sure to contact an official, medic or rescue service in the event of an emergency or accident, no matter the severity.

This concludes our initial overview of Earth Weather and Climates. Direct appropriate queries to the proper channels for more information.

[rainphee]

i'm using photoshop for a class i'm taking and i can't believe some people live like this

[bluegoblinzz]

Guided Home

The hike away from humanity began with the song of a flute that broke through the howling wind and echoed off the snowy peaks. The hiker thought his journey was over, that it was time to head back before nightfall, but the song tethered him in place. He turned his head, to find the source, but then became fascinated with such a heartfelt and melancholy song. Before him was the steep path down the mountain, the snowy and cold road back to his cabin, and he turned away from it to stare deep into a dark evergreen forest. Something about the flute nagged at him. The song floated through his mind and hung in his heart, the sad melody speaking to the deepest parts of his soul and his mind that he kept locked away. He stared for so long that his eyes lost focus, but a grin took over his face. The song felt like home. 

Eager to hear it more, to be closer, he wandered toward the forest, taking sluggish steps forward as if the song physically pulled him closer, giving him no choice but to move. The melody and the hushed call of the flute swirled in his mind, becoming the forefront of his thoughts. He wanted to get closer to the song, to hear it more clearly, to grow familiar with the song, so much so that he would live in it. He took off his hood so that the song was no longer muffled to his ears, but it still wasn’t enough. He lifted his hands to his ears and cupped them, folding his ears inward toward the flute. 

Unbeknownst to him, as he did this, his ears began to wiggle and stretch, the cartilage softening and shifting so his ears would naturally sit the way they were now: curled inward but pointing away from his head, instead of sitting flat against the sides of his head. The top of each ear flattened out, while the sides remained curved, causing there to be a dramatic point on each ear, this trait grew more apparent as the tips of his ears stretched stretched farther away from his head, making his ears completely triangular. He lowered his hands, and involuntarily, his ears wiggled up and down. As they grew thicker, new muscles formed that allowed him to move them at will. 

The hike away from humanity continued with the cold, both the cold prickling and numbing chill against his skin, and the cold unforgiving feel to the forest as the orange lining between the clouds grew dark, as the sky grew pitch black, and the kind fuzzy evergreen trees looked like shadowy giants.  The chill was unbearable, but he needed to keep listening, and couldn’t put his hood back on. His messy yet thin brown hair began to grow downward, going to be shoulder length, but it also thicker, the hair on the top of his head growing so thick that it began to grow upward, having no other place to go, making the hair on the top of his head fluffy and soft. New hairs also pricked up, growing on his nape, on the sides of his face, and beneath his chin. This new hair that grew was not fuzzy like a five o’clock shadow, but thick and fluffy, completely covering his skin. Eventually, all of this new hair grew thick and long, a heavy and warm mane forming around his head.

All of his hair then began to discolor, going from dark brown, to a light almond brown, to blond, to a platinum white, blending in with the snow around him. Pricks of this platinum white hair also grew inside his long pointy ears, growing longer and longer until his ears were full of a downy fluff, acting as natural earmuffs, just as his mane acted as a natural hood. His body, while adjusting to this cold, did not stop these changes at his neck, however. More of this white fur crept down his shoulders, and down his back. The hair on his arms, his hands, his chest, and his stomach lightened in color, before thickening to match the fur growing all over. 

When the fur reached his lower back, he felt his muscles twitch. An extra patch of muscle grew right at the base of his spine, twitching and expanding, fur growing to surround it, before a small white nub tail poked out underneath his coat and above his pants. This fur continued to grow below his stomach, past his hips, down his thighs, past his knees, over his shins and calves, and finally stopping as it grew over his feet. His body was not completely covered, however, as his face, the backs of his ears, and his palms were still exposed to the cold. So the skin there grew colder and colder, becoming paler and paler, at first turning a bright frost-bitten white, before darkening to a light blue. 

The hiker grumbled to himself as the forest went from uncomfortably cold to uncomfortably hot. He pulled off his coat, and in his trance to follow the song, he threw it off to the side. He grumbled again as he still felt hot, even without a coat, so he pulled at the collar of his sweatshirt. He found he couldn’t pull it off, and tugged at it harder and harder. His muscles tightened and ached with the effort. He shut his eyes, inhaled, and let out a sharp exhale, flexing all the muscles in his arms, his torso and his back. All at once they expanded, ripping his sweatshirt and his undershirt, leaving him shirtless and revealing his new muscular yet fluffy form. The muscles in his legs also grew to compensate for the extra weight. He sighed with relief as he now felt neither freezing cold, nor burning hot, but comfortably warm. He did not think about what had just transpired, or perhaps, he could not think about it, for the song hit his ears once more, his eyes glazing over, and his mind clouding with the lovely tune. 

The hike away from humanity intensified with the snow: thick ankle deep snow that he stomped through, and white fluttering flakes that fell in free formations. Each step tired out his legs, and he exhaled each time he lifted his foot from the snow. His body compensated for this as his feet began to grow, at first uncomfortably cramped within his shoe, before bulbous toes burst through the toe cap of his shoes, before the bridge of his foot expanded, ripping the leather to shreds, his heels expanding and pushing away the leather scraps that were left. When the changes were done, each foot was almost half a meter long. His big toes were now the size of tangerines, while his pinky toes were the size of grapes. His nails had become long and jagged, and his soles had become rough and calloused. Upon meeting the cold snow, they too brightened to become the same light blue as the rest of his skin. 

A heavy chunk of snow fell onto the hiker’s head, making him jump, but then growl in frustration. His eyes now adjusted to the dark, so he looked up to find a squirrel perched on a branch, staring down at him. He scowled at the rodent, an icy rage alien to him stinging inside. He crouched down, and picked up multiple handfuls of snow, packing them and rolling them into a ball. As he handled the snow, it stung his blue palms, and he struggled to hold the big snowball he made comfortably. His skin grew thicker, becoming more insulated. His palms widened, his fingers elongated and thickened, his hands becoming strong paws the size of frying pans. He held the snowball, which was the size of a basketball now, in one hand. Snarling, he looked up at the squirrel, and hurled the snowball at it in an overhand throw. The snowball sent the squirrel flying off into the dark, and caused the snow to fall off the tree, erupting into a powdery cloud. 

Feeling a sense of achievement at what he just did, he grinned at the empty space where the squirrel once was, but a beautiful sight interrupted his train of thought. When he looked up, he noticed strange light behind the clouds that peaked between the fuzzy evergreens above, and lit up hundreds of white dots that all floated toward him. A childlike wonder welled up inside of him at the sight of snow combined with the sound of the nostalgic song, so he stuck out his tongue to taste the snowflakes, just like he did when he was a child. A large snowflake hit his tongue, quickly melting upon it, yet it left behind a bright blue dot. This dot spread, becoming a blue patch on his tongue, spreading wider and wrapping around his tongue until all of it was cyan. 

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth a little wider, trying to catch more snowflakes. Several fell inside his mouth and melted, landing on his teeth and on the back of his tongue.  His jaw jutted forward, his chin widening and his whole jaw growing square. It kept growing until he had a dramatic underbite. All of his teeth began to grow, stretching out as if they were merely made of clay, each one sharpening into a pointy tip. His canines grew especially large, the ones in the top of his mouth becoming fangs while the ones on his bottom jaw growing to become tusks, jutting over his upper lip. 

Another large snowflake fell on the tip of his nose. He crossed his eyes to look at it, and saw as the cartilage softened and his nose twitched. He raised an eyebrow, confused and a little surprised by this. It began to shrink backward and flatten out against his face. At the same time, the bottom and the tip of his nose both grew upward, making his nose grow smaller leaving a large space between his nose and his mouth. One the changes were done, his nose was short, wide, round, and squishy.

If he had the chance to, the hiker would have questioned this change. He would have put his hand up to his nose to find that his hand had grown, and then he would have finally noticed he was covered in fur. Yet he didn’t have the chance to, for one final snowflake fell between his eyes. A throbbing pain emerged in his forehead, his brow becoming larger, before pushing forward and downward, a ridge forming in his forehead right above his eyes. 

The hush of the wind rushed through his ears and spoke to him, as if hushing all his thoughts. He tried to repeat his thoughts where they had been cut off, to remember what was going on, but no matter how hard he tried, the wind kept hushing him. The hush went from being harsh and silencing, to being kind and soothing. He released his want to think, and stood thoughtless and clueless. The light of awareness and lucidity left his eyes, his face going slack, his eyelids and eyebrows drooping, and his tongue, which was sticking out to taste snowflakes, went slack, remaining lulled outside of his mouth. There was nothing left in his mind, except for the flute’s call, passively shaping his will and his emotions.

Despite the fact his nose became smaller, the scent of snow and the evergreens around him becoming stronger, but a third scent rose above the rest. Smoke. He titled his head and sniffed, his nose wiggling with each inhale. There was the scent of smoke from a fire, the scent of many different spices, beans, beef, and broth. But what was even more intriguing was that the scent came from the same direction as the flute. The scent made his stomach growl and his mouth water. Drool dripped from his tongue and from the side of his mouth. Along with the sound of the flute, the scent shaped his thoughts as well. He thought about nothing, remembered nothing, but he craved this food… yearned for it. Nothing else mattered in that moment. 

He made sluggish steps forward. His tongue remaining lulled out of his mouth, and his brow scrunched as he repeatedly sniffed the air. His ears lifted as the flute’s song continued to pass through his mind. He followed both the scent of the smoke and the song of the flute. However, one more force of the forest mesmerized him, dealing the final blow to his mind. The clouds parted to reveal the light behind the clouds: A colorful aurora danced in the sky, shimmering with green, blue, and purple light. He stared up at the light, and couldn’t help but admire how pretty it was, infinitely entertained by the color’s swirling dance. His eyes glowed, blue and purple ether shimmering, sparkling, and spiraling in his eyes. The light, the scent, and the sound all rendered him completely mindless, only leaving him with a warm, happy, pleasant feeling

The hike away from humanity had finished, but the yeti still needed to find his way home. 

The three pleasant forces all sat so deep inside his head that they all controlled him, acting as a replacement to choices and his rational thoughts. The flute gave him a sense of nostalgia, and beckoned him forward. The scent brought him intense hunger, bringing out an animalistic energy from within him. And the lights above kept him sleepy, happy, and without thought. Now, as he journeyed toward the flute, he took large heavy strides forward, reaching his arms out in front of him. He raised his ears to listened and sniffed to track his food. His head was lulled backwards to face the light, but his eyes were also lulled backwards in a daze, his bright blue tongue still hanging out of his mouth.

Finally, he made it to a clearing, where the aurora shone so bright it lit up the surrounding forest as if it were daytime. He lowered his head and lifted his gaze to the aurora once more, his eyes widening in awe. He stood still for a moment, just watching the lights dance. Unbeknownst to him in his trance, he wasn’t alone in this clearing. Many yetis were scattered about, some sitting on logs around a fire, quietly conversing in a guttural tongue, some looking up and admiring the sky, and some feasting on bowls of stew. Despite the man’s dramatic change in size during his transformation, every yeti in the clearing was larger than he, each one being potbellied and having more fat on their bones. Yet there was one yeti who stood in the middle of the clearing, playing a pan flute. He looked up to see the former hiker standing at the edge of the clearing in a daze, ears perked up to hear at the sound of his song. The yeti stopped playing, his expression becoming agog. 

When the flutist stopped his tune, the new yeti blinked as the music that tethered him fell silent, one of the binds on his mind breaking. He scrunched his brow, attempting to think. Grounding himself to reality once more, he sniffed the air, and took sluggish steps toward the stew he smelled. He didn’t make it very far, however, because the flutist brought his flute to his lips once more. He played a strange dissonant melody on the flute, causing the yeti to stop, and grin at the flutist. The tether the flute held on his mind became stronger than ever, the song now sounding not just pleasant to his ears, not just entrancing, but mentally overpowering, making him desire the cession of control. 

He wandered up to the flutist and knelt before him, staring up at him. He noticed the flutist was wearing some beads around his neck and had a line painted over his nose, and some strange symbols painted over his forehead. The flutist tilted his head from side to side. The other yeti followed, fixing his gaze upon his bright blue eyes. The flutist sniffed twice, his nose wiggling as he did. The yeti copied him. The flutist raised and lowered his ears, his action once again being mirrored. 

The flutist then said something, speaking words only using his throat, and the back of his tongue, but the new yeti did not understand these words, so he sat still and didn’t respond. The two stared at each other for a moment, and after seeing the interaction was going nowhere, the flutist put his hand on the yeti’s forehead, and played something on his pan flute with the other hand. The yeti’s eyes glazed over once again as he felt something reach inside his mind, shifting something at its core. He was no longer thoughtless, but his thoughts felt very different. 

“Can you hear me now?” The flutist asked. He wasn’t speaking the former hiker’s native tongue, but he found he could understand him anyway. The yeti gave a slow nod in response. 

“I’m glad you heard the song and found me… your health’s bad. You’re very skinny… and stupid. When did you eat? What happened?”

The yeti wasn’t sure how to respond.  He didn’t know how to explain what he went through, nor could he remember it all that clearly. He didn’t know what caused his transformation, nor did he remember exactly when it happened. To his knowledge, he heard the flute, walked toward it, got somewhat drowsy, and then found himself completely transformed.

“I… was human,” the yeti began. He tried to think more about his response and how to explain what happened, but he didn’t make it very far. Meanwhile, the flutist looked at the yeti with an expression of genuine horror, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped. A tear rolled down his cheek, but then he scowled, grabbed the yeti’s face, and pulled him forward so their foreheads touched and so they were nose to nose, making it impossible for the yeti to see anything but the flutist’s eyes. The yeti felt something reach into his mind again. 

“You. Yeti,” the flutist growled. 

“Me… yeti…” 

“You. Never human.” 

“Me… never human…” the yeti’s jaw went slack and his eyes crossed. These words went straight into the core of his mind, where the statements and their meanings were impossible to ignore. The flutist pulled away, and stared down at the dazed yeti with a pitiful expression. 

“Good. Keep thinking that, and stare up at the light.” 

The yeti’s head lulled back once more to look up at the aurora, once again mesmerized by its calm dance. As he stared the words the flutist spoke repeated over and over again in his mind, the mesmerizing nature of the aurora making these statements impossible to contest.  His ears curled backwards, with each repetition of this mantra within his mind, he sank deeper into trance yet again, all of his past memories clouded and obscured. All that was left was the sight of the aurora and the sound of the mantra within his thoughts. His jaw fell slack and his eyelids drooped. 

“Hey!” the flutist called, turning away from the new yeti. “This stranger is very sick! Hunger made him crazy! He thinks he’s human. Please, help me feed him!”

The yeti went from a kneeling position to seated in the soft powdered snow, looking up at the sky as he repeated the mantra to himself. ‘Me yeti… me never human… me yeti… me never human…’ This train of thought was briefly interrupted when someone put a ladle of spicy stew in his mouth. He shut his eyes as he savored the flavor, chewed the solid chunks of beef and vegetables, before swallowing savory concoction. It tasted even better than it smelled, and it warmed him up on the inside, filling him up. When he opened his eyes and continued to repeat the mantra, it rang even more true in his mind, for in his heart: he wanted it to be true. 

‘Me yeti… me never human…’ 

As he watched the aurora once again, its dancing patterns began to mean something to him. Within the lights he saw animals, trees, faces, scenes… The aurora told him a story, the story of his people, the yetis, and while this story didn’t give him false memories of his past, he saw one of the characters as a reflection of himself, beckoning his mind forward, beckoning him to become a part of this people, and reassuring him that his thoughts were correct. 

‘Me yeti… me never human…’

He ate more and more ladle-fulls of stew, growing warmer, his hunger quenched. As he ate, one final change took place, making him appear to be just like all the other yetis. His stomach expanded, going from flat and muscular to rotund, his arms swelling and following suit. His bony square jaw became covered in fat making his face appear chubby. A thick layer of fat emerged all over his body above his muscles, warming him up like blubber warms a whale. This warmth helped him become more calm, more sleepy, and allowed him to go one final step deeper into trance. 

‘Me yeti. Me never human.’ 

His eyelids drooped closed, and he laid back, allowing the first tides of sleep wash over him. Finally, the mantra rang completely true to him. His short-nosed big-tusked face was the only face he knew as ‘his.’ He was no longer able to imagine or remember what the ‘cold’ was like, for he only remembered his life with a thick layer of fur. And his hike away from humanity was actually a hike to find rest. Knowing all of these things, knowing that he was surrounded by his people, that he was safe and warm, he fell effortlessly into a deep slumber.

[transingthoseformers]

So in rid15 you know how the characters can scan temporary paintjobs they can use for camouflage every now and then right?

I've been thinking about that for the opposite reason of camouflage

I've been thinking about characters having their main paintjob for day to day stuff, and Special paintjobs scanned for when they want to look pretty for a day out or for an important meeting or a holiday or whatever