#tranformers sparklings

[lets-try-some-writing]

yo what if instead of less armor/softer protoform, sparklings had a Ton of kibble and armor to later grow into and spiky bits for protection

imagine baby drift with the same size finials. just. Huge finials on that lil bud

and on earth, cybertronians are /enamoured/ by echidna, armadillos, and porcupines

That would be hilarious, but would also make a lot of sense survival wise. All these sparklings popping out of the Well and from Hotspots really need the protection. I can imagine that the spiker looking they are, the less likely animals are to attack. So baby Drift with giant finials is sitting comfortably in the 'do not attack' category.

I can imagine that since these sparklings emerge with a crap ton of extra armor, their first ever alt mode is quite literally, a ball or some variation of one. Even the fliers start life as balls and roll for their lives when chased until they turn into SPIKY balls.

Just, packs of sparklings who've just begun to grow in their rather pointy kibble roaming Cybertron and tearing up the ground wherever they go. Small bundles of terror in the form of minicons and cassette carrier sparklings causing problems as a group. Dog sized sparklings so prickly and covered in spikes that they can and will get onto roads and stare down mecha who drive at them with a promise of pain in their optics. Fliers and future speedsters skidding over the landscape as apocalypses in their attempts to get from point A to point B as fast as physically possible while also tearing up everything with all their kibble.

These small creatures might as well be resident plows with how well they shred the ground in their attempts to get around. It's only made worse because they all have the inbuilt desire to get to the biggest collection of Cybertronians in range, so they can and will damage roads, housing, and everything in between in they are not caught before they can roam. A sparkling that gets rolling is very unlikely to stop until they get hungry, and even then, they are so spiky by that point that trying to grab one is the same as drop kicking oneself into a pack of cyber-hounds.

I can imagine whole agencies being devoted to collecting the balls of mayhem. Every speedster across Cybertron has to spend at least a few stellar cycles helping the Well Guardians rush after sparklings who roll away too quickly to be caught after their emergence. Every speedster carries at least a few scars from a prickly pack of sparklings getting a bit too excited to be near people or rather upset at the idea of behind captured.

Even after the terror tornados are brought into civilization, I can see these spikey creatures still causing trouble. They can't get alt-modes until they are older, so until then, rolling ball of destruction it is. Much of the tax money gathered for repair work is devoted to repairing roads that were obliterated by a rogue sparkling having a field day on some unsuspecting neighborhood.

Some are feral. Some are clingy and cute.

All are wheel puncturing menaces to society.

[my-anndreamer]

Cute and sweet doodles papa Breakdown and his little princess.

Breakdown always wanted a daughter, and when Bluesun was born, he showered her with his love. You could say he spoiled her.

Breakdown is the type of parent who will tear someone apart if someone offends his child. When Bumblebee was on a mission, Breakdown would even convince him to stay with his daughter, even when he was tired or injured.

When Bluesun was at her grandparents', Breakdown panicked and called every 5 minutes to make sure everything was okay, (Octantis couldn't stand it and sent Breakdown to hell through Megatron's comm link)

[inknteeth35]

some old sketches of Prowl if he was in the MLP fim universe

[djwolfie4812]

Bit of an update on my fanfic, turns out getting a new computer is gonna take a few more days than I expected due to issues. I do have most or at least half of the new chapter already made, just trying to get a new computer before doing anything else. The one I have is absolute trash and I could do it on my phone, but I get distracted way to easily.

Anyways, hopefully it'll be soon, and I hope whenever I can drop the new chapter it'll be worth the wait.

Meanwhile, have this really old and unfinished art piece of Con BB & Lowdown. I think you know which episode the reference is from

[cozzzynook]

Someone kidnapping sparkling Hot Rod and Perceptor trying to get him back.

I made this story twice and it kept getting deleted. I really want to crash out honestly.

But this is my third and final attempt at making this so i’ll just say Hot rod is a bitty with a spark condition and he’s taken from Perceptor while the mech is recharging. Perceptor wakes up and wails in anguish going on a bot hunt for his bitty who was taken by a group of mechs who believe bots with a dysfunction, not capable of serving their species or forged from or could forge other bots in the future from tanks.

He finds the group that stole his bitty and offlines them in a carriers rage that leaves them in pieces with their sparks ripped up and some missing chunks from being bitten out.

Hot rod is no longer allowed to sleep in his special made sparkling pod that they stole him in. Instead he’s strapped to Perceptor twenty four seven with his spark wires hooked into his chest and being hefted around on Perceptors hip and back.

Hot rod is not allowed out of Perceptors sight for a very very long time. The wreckers, Optimus, Ratchet, Deadlock, Prowl and Jazz have to intervene and send him to counseling.

Both Hot rod and Perceptor were traumatized by the kidnapping along with every mech aboard the ark and the decepticon side.

Word spread quickly and war just wasn’t on the forefront of any bots mind since almost every bot on both sides had a sparkling or more to protect. War just kind of stops and both sides claim a side of the planet for themselves.

Perceptor eventually learns to let Hot rod stay with others.

He lets Optimus watch Hot rod who plays with Bee. Hot rod and Bee developed differently than most of the sparklings on board. Bee was born too small and unable to process minerals and the ability to naturally create nutrients while Hot rod’s spark was connected to a lot of wires that stabilized it and helped it developed a normal beat.

Perceptor felt most comfortable with Hot rod in Optimus care. His next choice was Deadlock and Ratchet which surprised a lot of bots except for those that knew the three. Deadlock did not play when it came to sparklings and he barely trusted a bot outside of Ratchet and Perceptor with his own bitty First aid. Hot rod enjoyed playing with sparkling sized fake medical tools that Ratchet made for First aid. Ratchet was the best medic cybertron had ever seen and he was perfect to make sure Hot rod was okay. It wasn’t a hard decision like Optimus wasn’t. It was just extremely hard being away from him.

The next bot he left Hot rod with was Kup who was a bit rusty but he did very well. He was an incredible grandsire to Hot rod and Perceptor was sure he was safe since Kup wouldn’t let Hot rod from his arms. He found the two napping together barricaded in Kups office and he just couldn’t be mad.

When it came to letting Jazz and Prowl sparkling sit Hot rod he was…ordered to in a way by Optimus who assured him the two would keep an optic on Hot rod as they did Bumblebee. That gave him great reassurance but he still worried every nano klik.

Jazz and Prowl had two sparklings going on three. Springer was another mechs sparkling but Jazz claimed him as his own as well. Springer was a huge sparkling, really huge. He was scared he’d crush or hurt Hot rod but was pleasantly surprised the bitty was even more careful around Hot rod than a sparkling should be. Bluestreak was a bitty like Hot rod but even he was careful. The three of them had fun playing together and Springer even managed to rest Hot rod against him when he sat up. It was both scary and extremely cute but Perceptor was more than happy to leave Hot rod with them.

His winning moment of loving Springer was when they were all sitting together in the common area talking while their bitties were playing. Bee was rolling on the floor with Bluestreak while First aid was putting band aids on Blasters sparkling. Chromia and Windblades sparkling Arcee was nibbling on Springers helm, the bitty didn’t even mind, while smoothing Hot rods helm.

Perceptor was unapologetically grateful the sparklings had a sense to not be rough with Hot rod or Bee and still included them.

He also fell in love with the big green bitty when a mech came up to the group of sparklings with the creators permission and smiled waving at them. The bot reached out to give a friendly pat to Bee’s helm only for Hot rod to cry out disproving and that made them all slightly alert but they sat still.

The mech moved away and smiled friendly towards Hot rod with their hands in a soft manner moving slowly towards Hot rod who looked at them funny. Only for Springer to slap their servo away and rev his little engine.

None of them had ever seen him do that, not even his creators. Jazz was quick to grab Springer, who was about to flare his plating at the mech, and Hot rod who whined holding onto Springer. Prowl struggled to get up because he was carrying heavy while Perceptor hefted him up and ran to grab Hot rod while Prowl grabbed Springer.

The mech backed off entirely and scurried off making Jazz and Windblade follow.

“Thank you Springer,” Perceptor spoke truthfully, “I’m forever in your debt,” he truly meant it and the others could tell.

Ever since Perceptor was willing to leave his bitty with another but he never let go of being weary of new bots nor did he allow them to look at his bitty too long.

[controlleddoseofpoison]

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[majic054]

Elita-One and the sparklings💙🌸✨️

So I decided to draw Elita-One the babysitter or big stepsister to my baby ocs, but Dawn, Xyn and Vixxie are not related to each other, and I know they're kinda look alike, the three of them are just roommates as sisters, hope you like it <3

⚠️PLEASE DON'T TRACE OR STEAL⚠️

[witchofthesouls]

After reading about the queef comment anon sent, that means cybertronians have their own form of gynecologists right?

And since not all cybs can be carriers (I assume only a certain selected group is) Would birth hurt like humans? Do they tear when pushing out their sparklings? And could emergency “C-sections” be performed if the carrier is having issues pushing?

Sorry for the ramble I just love all this kinda stuff.

Why not?

Cybertronians do have specialists that focus on reproductive health and fertility. It's their version of a gynecologist, an andrologist, and an endocrinologist/cardiologist all rolled into one doctor since their methods of reproduction are centered on the spark.

When it comes to the question: who can carry? It depends on the story or verse I'm building, but-

I do like to think there are three primary methods to carry: budding (asexual), sparklet (sexual), and full gestation (sexual).

Sparklets are initially formed against a parent's and tethered by its rotation. In this method, any mech or femme, regardless of their reproductive hardware, can be a carrier as long as their spark can sustain and nurture a sparklet's density and pull. Their partner(s) help with the process via spark merges, which heavily influences the sparklet's coding. Once a sparklet is sufficiently strong enough to be on its own, it's medically 'sniped' away to be dropped into a batch of prepared cybermatter/sentio metallico to finish the rest of its growth and development. Think of it as an artificial womb and test tube baby.

Should a sparklet drop inside their carrier, it's now classified as a full-carriage. As long as a mech or femme has a fully functional gestational chamber, this method is available.

Carriage is its own specialty since it could encompass so many complications.

I'm boring with childbirth because I do like it when newsparks emerge from their carriers similar to a human: head first, soft and squishy, and very dependent on their parents. (Because I got an excuse for why Functionists went ewwww, it's too organic and/or collective trauma from the Quintesson occupation and try to outright ban it/manufacture it away.)

C-sections are an absolute last-ditch effort to save the carrier and/or the newspark. Medics would exhaust other interventions, such as an episiotomy, forceps, and accessing a medical port to code the valve calipers to widen to its maximum capacity and reach a hand inside. This is because, unlike nearly all other parts and systems of a Cybertronian, a gestational chamber is notoriously difficult to replace, nor is it meant to be opened by surgical means.

A C-section would be their equivalent of a hysterectomy since it's irrevocably damaged by surgical intervention. This system is so complex and finicky as it's not only entwined with both spark biosignature and valve systems, but the mechanisms on how it transforms external fluids into living metal of another being is not very understood. This part can not be replicated at their current technology. The only replacement is done by donation, but so many variables need to be lined up to get it operational and function decently that it's easier for a mecha to climb up the social caste or win the lottery back to back to back.

Imagine the Cybertronian medics screaming and hollering how a human uterus can heal after C-section. The medics will be pestering the nearby humans with this experience.

[animsoulfanfiction]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nova Storm & Skywarp & Starscream (Transformers), Cryak & Starscream (Transformers), Knock Out/ OC Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Nova Storm (Transformers), Cryak (Transformers), Knock Out (Transformers), Red Alert (Transformers), Insecticons (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers) Additional Tags: Seeker Trines (Transformers), Family Fluff, Sparkling Starscream (Transformers), Hijinks & Shenanigans, Blood and Violence, Coming of Age Series: Part 3 of A perfect constellation Summary:

Starscreams new frame earns him a lot of compliments, but it also gets his family curious. Thus he tells them the story of how he scanned his Altmode. A story of how Cryak took her Youngling to the base of the Energon-seekers in the Sonic canyons. Starscream typical chaos ensues.

[transformers-spike]

I've been loving all the sparkling hc and such it's giving me brain rot

You're sleeping in bed until you wake up and see your creepy little cybertronian daughter with a frowny face emoticon on her face screen.

"I threw up." She has a similarly monotone as Soundwave.

Also I'm imagining the human partner lives on earth while soudwave works back on the nemesis till his shift ends.

She likes to wrap her tentacles around you for hugs.

KO with split spark sparklings

One is a little angel baby princess who hates getting dirty or scratches on her paint and would rather play indoors. Knockout had to physically carry her at times because she refuses to walk or drive on dirt.

The other is a menace to society, loves driving fast even if it means wrecking himself. Absolutely enjoys human culture and earth as a planet. Best friendsb with Breakdown's sparkling. Sweet kid but is a huge mess maker.

You try not to snort as your kids hands Knockout an entire rose bush, stem, roots, dirt and all.

"I love it" Knockout smiles through thinly veiled disgust and your sparkling beams.You end up planting it in the back garden.

Starscream's kid is 100% his pride and joy even though he tries to pretend like she's not. His sparkling would either be the most arrogant thing possible or super sweet no in-between. When she's too small to fly on her own she rides in his cockpit but as she gets bigger they fly together and he definitely shows her fancy flight maneuvers. Father-daughter dates because he wants her to have high standards.

You watch your daughter's wings droop and lower derma pout as she begs you for the toys from her favorite cartoon.

"Pleeeeeeaase, they're limited time edition."

Her puppy dog eyes might work on Starscream but not you....right, right? Stay strong soldier.

I like to imagine megs with a daughter aswell (you get a daughter and you get a daughter 🫵) while it would be karmic debt to get a kid whos really sensitive it's much funnier if the child is a gremlin.

"Your time is up Megatron."

Optimus points his blaster down at him but he catches something the corner of his optic. A sparkling jumps infront of Megatron before Optimus can shoot him.

"Using your own sparkling as a shield is low even fo-"

He's cut off as Megs daughter tranforms into a gun and shoots him.

"You were saying, Prime"

Gun alt mode is so fucking funny to me.

YESSSSSS I LOVE THE SPARKLING BRAINROT Soundwave's kid is the scariest most intelligent baby ever. Very affectionate with her mom, but also very likely to eliminate whatever she thinks is "threatening" her caretaker. Her creepy voice is perfection - makes me wonder if her dad ever speaks to her despite his vow of silence - or if he just sticks to EM field communication Lmao Knock Out's split-sparks are are his punishment for being the way he is. They each adopted some of his worst traits lmao. You'd think the twins don't get along but - no - it's even worse. One of them is great at manipulation, while the other is an adrenaline junkie who keeps crashing into his sire's pedes - together, they're unstoppable. If they unite forces with Breakdown's kid, they'll end the world together I personally loveeee the concept of Starscream starting off being like ew towards his own child before eventually bonding with her and being overwhelmed by his need to protect this part of himself. Still in denial abt it- even tho he shadows her constantly during flights and acts way nicer than he does to anyone else. Also the type of parent who refuses to think his kid has done anything wrong lol Megatron with a feral daughter is the best. I'm telling you, she's been gnawing on him since day one. Imagine she turns into something similar to G1 Galvatron's alt-mode - a turret-gun of sorts. She may not cause all that much damage, but her role model is carnage incarnate. Now watch her follow in his pede-steps

[whatudottu]

Introducing to you - made over the course of a few months - a visual guide to cybertronian pedipalps and proboscis!

The general gist and inspiration for such being of course the episode Thirst and the fact that, up until that point, dark energon did not have any mutagenic properties only (in the show) being utilitised to revive the dead. What if, instead of being a side effect of dark synth energon, dark energon just... reactivated dormant pedipalps (remnants of a more buggy pre-metamorphosis sparkling/protoform lifestage)?

A more comprehensive look is down below- and don't mind how it's exclusively 'Cons lmao :P

Starting off, I referenced CYLAS' canonical pedipalps to try and understand the shapes being used which resembles a lapping type mouth that bees have (so considering there is a tranformers character named Bumblebee it feels appropriate but he ISN'T HERE), let alone the flexible proboscis which I just made as a siphoning type from butterflies which; this is the wikipedia image I used to understand mouth parts :P

Breakdown himself wouldn't need to open his whole face in order to consume energon, given that he has an opening and closing jaw in addition to having the dexterity and power of limbs and a neck to not require lapping, but energon is still drunk through the proboscis like a straw.

Continuing onto characters that would NEED their pedipalps, vehicons and other faceless cold constructs (whether you have the belief every cold construct is faceless or they recently shifted to facelessness to save on costs) by technically did not metamorphose like forged mecha and thus their mouth parts have not gone dormant. Instead, their construction means they have not known anything other than pedipalps and proboscis, having no experience at all with facial expressions and thus not susceptible to phantom sensations.

Though their jaws do not have joints or at least do not have an opening to function like an enclosed mouth, vehicons still do have one on the basis of having a neck and a location to store their coiled proboscis when not in use.

Unlike other cybertronians - forged or constructed - empurata survivors have their heads and/or faces completely remolded and restructured where they do not have a functioning jaw. They have in it's stead a reconstruction of the original pedipalps formatted appropriately to the new head mould.

Monoptics like Shockwave do not have enough room in their helms to have a mouth-like structure at all, instead the neck is reconstructed to open with the pedipalps; the proboscis when fully extended appears longer in monoptics but that is due to the fact the opening is lower and closer to it's base. Nulloptics like Soundwave have their entire face replaced by their mouth, often covered up in seamless panels that give the appearance of a screen, up until the nulloptic actually replaces the panels to include the electronics necessary to protect and display visuals.

In average adult cybertronians however, the pedipalps remain dormant - at least in their use for eating - and are instead used to produce vocalisations alongside the proboscis (which still remains in use by function of the liquid energon diet), in addition to being used in expression in conjuction with the many servos operating within the faceplate. The reason why, despite the variety of things pedipalps can do now that they aren't being used to consume fuel, that empuratas and constructs cannot re/gain a face with the same ability and level of complexity of the average cybertronian is because of the hyperactive function of those very pedipalps.

Vehicons can - if they so choose - express visually through the exclusive use of their pedipalps, but factoring in a faceplate with all of it's own complicated servos intricately woven into each other, the faceplate lacks the ability to split along the seams of the pedipalps and would restrain their mobility and prevent the cold construct from refueling. Empurata have a similar issue with the addition of their lack of functioning jaws and their modified head structure preventing the synergy of a faceplate. Nulloptics' heads are functionally all mouth so the corresponding faceplate cannot have features for optics or ridges, and monoptics' pedipalp expression is on their neck and thus a faceplate that matches where the mouth in their case would be a very bizarre choker-

And that's all folks, hope you love my cybertronian pedipalps post :P

[my-anndreamer]

Breakdown x Bumblebee daughter

Bluesun inherited the characters of both creators. Boundless courage and loyalty, despite her physically unthreatening physique. Her friendly nature means that she quickly makes friends with almost anyone, especially humans.

She also acts first and thinks later (like Breakdown), like her creators known for her daring skills and speed driving abilities. Her altmode allows her to drive at full speed, but sometimes she lacks experience.

She has been born with heterochromia, which she acquired during the formation of her body, due to the fact that she received a mutated cyber-gene from Breakdown. Breakdown was a laboratory experimenter and Shockwave often made modifications to his body, including with cyber-genes. Bluesun was born slightly larger than other newborn sparkling (poor Bee) , and she is as tall as Breakdown when she grows up.

The mark on her chest was Optimus and Megatron's idea. They wanted their granddaughter to be a symbol of the unification of the two races, so they decided to make a special mark for her. Bumblebee and Breakdown were against it, but they put up with it.

Bluesun loves speed and therefore she focuses her strength on this, she is weak but fast, and she also learns quickly and quickly masters skills that are useful to her. For example, she learned Holomatter, creating a hologram of a person for camouflage in races in which she often participates.

She has her Stinger but it is difficult for her to control it due to system failures, and the presence of Chaos energy in her. Therefore, she uses blasters made by Wheeljack. She was born during a solar eclipse, hence the origin of her name.

Holomatter Stinger

[dictatorshipper]

I'm a big fan of an idea that whenever Kane needs to become Shaman engulfed in light, he literally undergoes magical girl tranformation. With music and sparkles and everything else that is absolutely required.

[djwolfie4812]

No context, lol

[cozzzynook]

Emergency ask!!! Just had to have my cat euthanized, vets still have no idea why they went downhill so fast. Can we have some comfort via carrier Perceptor with sparkling Hot Rod.

I’m so sorry this happened. Praying for you 🙏🏽

“Shh, sweet flame, it’s okay. I’m here now, I have you,” Hot rod was a sweet bitty, he truly was.

He was the best sparkling he could ever hope to ask for. He didn’t cry unless he needed his spark medicine and he only whined and fussed kicking his arms and legs when he was hungry or needed changing.

Just like always, the moment Hot rod felt Perceptors em field and spark pulse he stopped crying and wiggled his frame. Trying to get to his carrier the only way he could until Perceptors servo’s lifted him from the crib and he was resting on his carriers chassis. Receiving kisses on his helm as he rubbed himself against his carrier inhaling his scent, feeling at home again.

His tiny servos gripped what he could of Perceptor and accepted the pacifier his carrier slipped into his intake.

He felt soft digits feeling along his exposed spark chamber covered in wired and medical tape and he sighed feeling his optics droop when the wire that needed changing was removed.

He felt a little pull on his spark before it was relieved of all tension as a new wire was put in place and his carrier was cooing at him.

“My brave little sweet flame, you did so well, yes you did,” his carrier affirmed when he looked up at him with cloudy optics that were beginning to understand colors but still too young to grasp shapes.

All he knew was that his carrier was here and that was reason enough for him to smile.

He smiled often because he was truly his carriers creation and as his creation he was smart enough to understand many types of em fields. The one he felt most was happiness and he made sure his carrier gave off the pleasant feeling as much as he could.

His carrier was so warm and wonderful, he couldn’t help but want him to feel the same.

In his bitty brain they were one and it only made sense to want a part of himself to be happy.

“My little sunflame, I have a treat for you,” his carrier smiled and kissed his olfactory sensor making him sneeze a little. His optics were hanging low as he looked at Perceptor and it made the mech have cuteness aggression.

As Perceptor came to the kitchen he was greeted to Brainstorm immediately putting away whatever dangerous project he was working on. In favor of greeting him and his sparkling the mech has taken a ring to calling his own as well.

“Darling, I see our sparkling is awake and wants you. Only fair. who wouldn’t want the most beautiful mech in the solar system?”

He blushed so embarrassed at Brainstorms choice of words, it made him flustered. An emotion his bitty rubbed his chin at with his helm while giggling as he dropped the pacifier that was caught on the frame link.

“You are insufferable,” Perceptor spoke as he grabbed the tiny cube of sparkling candy, it was homemade and not as sweet as the regular batch. Hot rod couldn’t have things like that yet.

“And he’s not your bitty, he’s mine,” Perceptor flushed, sitting in the chair Brainstorm pulled out for him. He picked up a tiny cube that Brainstorm cut in half, the mech knew exactly how he wanted it down to the inch and centimeter and he nodded his thanks to him.

“Thank you, its perfect,” Perceptor was much easier to pull praise from when his bitty was involved and Brainstorm was the image of a mech floating in the clouds with how brightly he smiled and how wide his em field felt.

Hot rod noticed as he looked and waved a fist at him but Perceptor was too busy focusing on his one true love.

“Say ah, warm spark,” Roddy looked back to his carrier and mimicked him by opening his intake and tasting the treat.

He made a funny face at the texture but when it popped and melted in his mouth making him give off a surprised noise, he could taste the delicious treat and bounced in his carriers arms.

Swallowing, he opened his intake for another and happily accepted as he felt both em fields lift the room in an ocean of joy.

“Such a good bitty,” Perceptor kissed his cheek smiling at him. He allowing Brainstorm to lift Hot rod from his arms and nuzzle his helm. Hot rod never had a problem with Brainstorm but he didn’t stay with him for longer than five hours at most. Which was the longest he’d go to anyone who wasn’t Perceptor or Optimus who often came by so his bitty Bee could play.

“You loved our little cooking experiment, perfect. I can’t wait until you’re old enough to give feedback. Ooh I can’t wait until you know how to write. i’m going to get so many notebooks for our future scientist.”

Perceptor didn’t say anything, he just let Brainstorm feed Hot rod the new treat as he babbled to Hot rod all the things he wanted to do with him when he was older and more in Brainstorms comfort zone. He wasn’t going to tell the mech he was doing just fine now with the sparkling he truly saw as his own.

He didn’t want to trip Brainstorm up in a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts he hasn’t worked out yet.

He’ll just let the mech do his thing as he enjoy’s watching him be a wonderful, genuine sire to their sparkling.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

He stepped up to the once familiar garden, the forest feeling so much more distant that it used to. His connection to nature had been cut, an after effect of the recent events.

It was still nostalgic.

He was different. He wore armor, an obsidian breastplate, and his garb was tied much more fight ready than before. His hair had darkened in tones, no longer blonde, but now fiery orange. His eyes, red with a small brightness to them, carried a solemn, quiet gaze. And his lips no longer smiled, but held a stern, neutral expression.

But he stood taller than before, if indeed calmer. No uncessary movements, and his shoulders were tall and proud.

The scarf was tied around his neck, falling over his tranformed weapon. No longer an Axe, but a jagged, two handed mace.

Igris'Ir no longer carried an aura of adventure, of excitement, of...uneasiness....But one of battle, and quiet determination.

"Robin.", his voice, calm yet strong, echoed around.

"I have come, as you requested. Alone."

═══ SEMI - PROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

Although there was no answer to his approach, a single creature stepped from the bushes - its many spots had faded into a warm tan that shifted into a bright white on its underside. It was about the size of its mother now, with small antlers peeking from its head, they were barely more than nubs but the little thing stood proud and tall towards the intruder. Its eyes were deep and dark pools of ink that regarded him curiously, unsure what to make of him at first until its ears perked and an older doe stepped from the brush. She peered to him only for a moment, a cursory glance which trailed downward towards the water beside him, and she stepped over with little fear to lower her head and lap at the liquid. Through flowers and birdsong, there was still no reply as he stood in the footprints of the one he searched for.

The trailed ones behind him were soon filled as the mage approached home, the luminosity of the day making it difficult to see much - and so he followed the patterns he was used to. Robin's lip lifted in confusion as the ground felt rocky under him, something had disturbed his markings, maybe a bear had tracked through? His sigh threaded into the winds that passed through, rendering him nearly silent before his toes hit the back of Igris' ankle and his body stumbled into his back. The basket of herbs was held tighter as Robin stepped back swiftly, the verdant hue of his cloak blending him ever more with the wilderness as he stared up to the man… Who would have ever thought that his eyes could stretch evermore wide?

Wicker hit mud as his fingers loosened around the handle, and his chest immediately began to ache with a pain he'd gotten strangely used to. The baubles of his hat sparkled in the sun, that blinding light that caught within his strands of wintry hair, sparking them into a halo. Although his appearance had stayed relatively the same, there was a calmer aura floating about him; one of acceptance and reluctant trust. Like a little bird opening its wings to the first breath of spring, nervous and shaky as the wind took it into the next journey of its life. Old habits peeked through when his deft fingers lifted to caress a tuft of hair by his left ear …a bracelet's beads twinkling like starlight as it came into view. The silence was nearly unbearable as he took in the faint scent of ash and fire, and Robin's lips curled into a wobbling smile as the ache in his ribs blossomed into tears upon his waterline. He had so much to explain, and perhaps his first step forward was too eager as he stopped himself from wrapping his arms around the man, letting them return to his sides as he spoke the words he should have all of that time ago.

"Welcome home, my dear friend."