#volteer

[angelofalls]

Felt like drawing on paper again (while Volteer has been living in my head for a bit)

[flawseer]

April Dragon

It is the first of April, which means I am legally obligated to do something "silly" and "quirky".

So here is a picture of Volteer from the Legend of Spyro series. These are some wild times we live in, huh?

[goblinhound]

Some older Volteer art since he is literally the best and I’m still salty he and Cyril didn’t get more screen time in DoTD

[melthehoneybee]

Happy Spyro Community Day everyone!

For the day I decided to draw the Legend Elders as Reingited Elders! Each represents a different homeworld. Ignitus is an Artisan who specializes in Raku fired pottery. Cyrill is an ice mage who lives in the high peaks of Magic Crafters. Terrador is a fierce general who lives in Peace Keepers. Volteer is a Beast Maker who became obsessed with the electric tech the Gnorcs left behind. Finally the Chronicler is a Dreamweaver who specializes in manipulating time and dreams in order to help guide heroes.

[rimeywoo]

I ripped the sprites of the Guardians from the GBA port of A New Beginning!

[aarontheanimator9898]

The Legend of Hare: A New Beginning - Page 1 ------------------------------------

HERE IS THE OFFICAL COMIC OF THE LEGEND OF HARE SERIES!!!!

So, some of you guys know or curious, you were a fan of The Legend of Spyro and Tales from Earthsea, I've decided to make my own comic based on the video game series called "The Legend of Hare". And here it is!

This is the first trilogy of The Legend of Hare before Care Bears: Hare's Adventure.

Spyro, Cynder, Ignitus and Volteer (C) Étranges Libellules, Kromo Studios

[fuckabledragonoftheday]

Today's fuckable dragon of the day is...

VOLTEER from THE LEGEND OF SPYRO

[rubylarkspur22]

Neurodivergent Volteer: A Headcanon

So, I've been chatting with a friend about Legend of Spyro. And the first time we(and our friend group), watched the cutscenes together, we all actually suggested Volteer is ADHD/Autistic coded. So now it's a headcanon. As a note, all of us are either officially diagnosed as neurodivergent, or peer-reviewed neurodivergent.

Why do we say this? Personal experience! Half the group is officially diagnosed with one or both of the two. To put it simply, Volteer, albeit probably not intentionally, exhibits at least a couple neurodivergent behaviours, such as:

Rapid fire yapping: When neurodivergent folks get excited, at least in my experience, we talk a lot and we talk fast until we are actively told to stop. I literally yapped about Demon Slayer for 8 hours one time! I sometimes talk faster than I can think, and lose track of myself as a result! And Volteer is a notorious babbler!

Getting guided back to the topic: If you're neurodivergent, you've probably had a multitude of instances where you talk about one topic, but shift to another because of something slightly related to it, rinse and repeat until you lose the plot completely? Well, after Dante's Freezer, one of the first things said is "Yes, Volteer, it's good to see you too. But we don't have time to waste on sentiment. BACK to Cynder. She was doing what to you?" This implies they were discussing what Cynder was doing, then Volteer got caught up in greeting his old friend, and Ignitus indulged before pushing the conversation back to the more pressing topic.

Not everyone understands your special interest terms: It's a running joke that not everyone fully understands Volteer's rambling. Yes, it's technically because he uses more complex terminology, but I definitely feel that. I have had multiple conversations with people(particularly family) outside the circles of my special interests, and have had those people pause the conversation because they had to remind me they don't necessarily know the words I'm using in the context of the conversation. Maybe Volteer just really likes reading thesauruses in his spare time.

TL;DR Volteer is giving Neurospicy, as reviewed by a small group of Neurospicies, and he's a favourite of ours among the Guardians.

[gaydiation-poisoning]

They really introduced some top tier old man yaoi material between Volteer and Cyril in A New Beginning and then just basically forgot about them for the rest of the trilogy

[updates-with-photon]

Smiling Volteer Again

Apparently I had never posted this here before! Welp, here's another swell pic of my favorite guardian boy, Volteer. He's being smiley again but from a different angle!! Love him!! ⚡

Posted using PostyBirb

[nihoneshi]

fuck it, favorite edited icons for both Cyril & Volteer

yes Cyril is a test muse incoming.

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[digitalfriend08]

XXX

[rimeywoo]

This is a piece I commisioned from Overbucked on Twitter!

I love how this turned out! This was my first thought when I saw the original meme and I just HAD to see it realized

[aarontheanimator9898]

ACT 3: Dante's Freezer/Encountering Cynder/Volteer

INT. TEMPLE – POOL OF VISIONS

Hare stands at the edge of a wide, rippling pool glowing with a soft, mystical light. Faint images flicker beneath the surface—half-seen shapes and echoes of memory.

GRUMPY BEAR (to Hare, skeptical) So what’s the deal with this glorified birdbath, big guy?

SPYRO (stern, reverent) It’s more than a pool. For certain dragons—those born with the Sight—it’s a window to distant places... memories, dreams, even thoughts.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning, instantly playful) Alright, hotshot—what am I thinking now? Huh? Now? How about now? Boom! Now?

SPYRO (sighing patiently) It doesn’t quite work that way. You need focus. Stillness. The mind must become as calm as the water. Then it shows you what needs to be seen.

Spyro steps forward, eyes glowing faintly as he peers into the pool. The surface swirls and resolves into the image of a frozen, jagged mountain fortress.

SPYRO (low voice) Volteer... one of the Guardians. He’s being held in Dante’s Freezer.

HARE (tensing) That place sounds like bad news.

SPYRO It is. And I need you to go there.

HARE Wait, me? Alone?

SPYRO Not to fight—just to scout. Observe. If you see Cynder, you run. You’re not ready for her yet.

GRUMPY BEAR (chuckling) Okay, so we’re clear—if something wants to skewer me, I run the opposite direction. Got it.

HARE (flatly) Yeah, good plan. Just one problem. (to Spyro) How do we get there?

Spyro turns with a sly smirk. His wings unfold slowly with a thunderous rustle.

SPYRO Funny you should ask.

Hare blinks.

HARE Wait—don’t tell me. You’re gonna fly us there?

Spyro says nothing, but the glint in his eye says plenty.

GRUMPY BEAR Oh this is gonna be good.

HARE (sarcastic) Sure. Why not. I’ve never flown before, but let’s go ahead and ride the ancient magic lizard into the sky. What could possibly go wrong?

SPYRO (stepping forward, serious) Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Forget what you know. Forget yourself. Let the strength of the ones who came before rise through your blood. You can fly, Hare... you just need to remember.

FUNSHINE BEAR (snickering) Okay, I’m either about to scream or soar, let’s gooo!

Spyro crouches. The bears climb on—Funshine in back, Share holding on tight, Amigo steady and pumped. Hare hesitates, then swings a leg over Spyro’s back.

HARE (nervously) This is such a bad idea.

GRUMPY BEAR (cheeky, grabbing Spyro’s tail) Hold up—if you’re gonna crash and burn, I’m not missing it. Hitchin’ a ride, like a grumpy little caboose.

SPYRO (grinning) Wish granted.

Spyro launches skyward in an instant—wind roaring, wings slamming downward with explosive force. The bears yell in shock, Funshine whooping like he’s on a rollercoaster. Hare clings on, eyes wide as the Temple vanishes below.

HARE (screaming, half-panicked) WHY ARE WE GOING SO FAST?!

SHARE BEAR (laughing joyfully) Because THIS IS AWESOME!!

AMIGO BEAR ¡Volamos, amigos! We’re flying!

Grumpy Bear dangles off the back, his face flapping in the wind.

GRUMPY BEAR (shouting) I TAKE BACK EVERY COMPLIMENT I NEVER GAVE YOU!!

Spyro dips, spirals once, and then levels out as they soar over icy peaks. The massive wall of Dante’s Freezer rises in the distance, all jagged glaciers and howling wind. As they descend toward a frozen river below...

*Spyro drops them down gently—except Grumpy, who bellyflops into the snow.

GRUMPY BEAR (muffled, groaning) Thank you for nothing, you overgrown jet-powered iguana...

SPYRO (smirking) Anytime.

Hare stares at the icy horizon, wind blowing through his cloak, fire in his chest still smoldering.

HARE (low voice) Alright, let’s find this Guardian.

And with that, they move forward into the frostbitten unknown.

EXT. DANTE’S FREEZER – FROSTED CLIFFSIDE – DAY

Spyro lands with a heavy beat of his wings, snow kicking up around the group. The wind howls like a warning through the frozen wreckage—shattered siege weapons, broken helmets, and rusted blades frozen mid-swing in blocks of solid ice.

SPYRO (turning to Hare, voice heavy) Dante’s Freezer... It’s a graveyard. A desolate battlefield locked in frost and silence. This place remembers war. Machines twisted by rage... soldiers frozen mid-charge. And somewhere in this tomb... is Volteer. You have to find him before this place finishes what the enemy started.

Spyro lifts off again, wings catching the wind like thunder. He turns once in the air, then rockets back toward the temple, leaving a swirl of snow in his wake.

SHARE BEAR (nervously) This place gives me chills... and not just the cold kind.

Suddenly, a shadow cuts across the ice—a massive silhouette gliding overhead. The group tenses. Hare’s eyes snap up, his gaze catching something huge moving between the peaks.

HARE (quietly, almost whispering) Hold up...

Through the snow haze, she emerges—Cynder. But this is not the lean, sharp teenage dragon Spyro described. No. This version is twisted, monstrous, regal in a corrupted way. Her wingspan stretches impossibly wide. Her neck is long and serpentine. Her six horns gleam like polished blades, and the two additional horns curling from her cheeks make her face look more like a war mask than a living creature.

Her body is all shadow and power—long, sleek, deadly. Platinum bands gleam cold on her wrists, tail, and throat. Arcane symbols glow faintly beneath her eyes, and newer, harsher marks carve down her shoulders and spine like scars.

She doesn't see them. She glides silently over the ice, a phantom on the wind. Hare just stares, breath caught.

AMIGO BEAR (softly, awestruck) ¿Tú la viste? That... that was Cynder?

HARE (voice low, almost reverent) I sure hope so.

GRUMPY BEAR (confused) Wait, what?

HARE (eyes still on the sky, wary) Because if it wasn't... (turns, dead serious) Then that means there's more than one giant, armored, six-horned harbinger of doom up there.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grimacing) You mean this frozen nightmare has extras?

SHARE BEAR (quiet, shivering) She looked... wrong. Like something wearing her own skin...

HARE (grim) No. She didn’t look wrong. She looked like something that used to be right... and forgot how.

They all fall silent. Only the sound of the wind and distant creaking of ice fills the void.

HARE (slowly clenching his fist) Come on. Let’s find Volteer before we end up as another chapter in this place’s war story.

EXT. DANTE’S FREEZER – FROSTED CAVES – DAY

The group steps carefully through the frozen ruins, the air thick with tension. A distant crackling sound breaks the silence—Volteer’s electric energy is almost palpable. Suddenly, the ice shifts, and in a cavern illuminated by the faint glow of a cold, otherworldly light, they spot Volteer—his once-lithe, lightning-bolt-striped form now a powerful, more muscular frame. His new, more streamlined wings stretch as he adjusts to the chill of the frozen wasteland.

WISH BEAR (eyes wide, gasping) Volteer! You’re... you’re alright!

She rushes forward, hugging him around the legs. Volteer looks down at her, a proud yet bewildered expression on his face as he gently pats her head.

VOLTEER (laughing lightly) It’s been a while, little one. I must admit, I never thought I’d see the day you’d be the one to find me in this frozen crypt. But... you bring such warmth, even in the coldest places.

Hare steps forward, his eyes scanning Volteer. He’s never seen a dragon quite like this before—there’s a fierce intelligence in Volteer’s eyes, but also a deep weariness as if this ancient being has seen the fall of kingdoms and lived through countless trials.

HARE (raising an eyebrow) What are you doing here?

VOLTEER (stifling a laugh) That is the question, isn’t it? (slowly turns, with a kind of awe in his voice) It’s miraculous, truly miraculous! A dragon of your size—defeating that… that monstrous creature. I must say, Spyro’s reputation precedes him, but you, my friend, you surpass even those wild tales!

Hare looks at Volteer, clearly skeptical, trying to process the enormity of what’s been said.

HARE (squinting) Spyro’s reputation? You’re talking about... that purple dragon?

Volteer nods, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and a bit of scholarly enthusiasm.

VOLTEER (stammering with excitement) Ah! Yes! Yes, exactly! There were rumors, whispers across generations—a purple dragon, they said. But most dismissed them as mere gossip, just legends. Impossible to fathom... until now. The things I could theorize, the possibilities! Ahh, but I digress. Forgive me. I am Volteer, at your service, of course!

GRUMPY BEAR (whispering to Wish Bear) No wonder they gagged this guy.

Volteer glances at Grumpy Bear, still catching his breath after being released from the icy prison, and smirks—he’s used to being the oddball in the group.

VOLTEER (smiling warmly) Ah, my friend, there’s much I must tell you all, much I must ask. So many questions about the world, the skies, and you—the one who defied such odds. Truly, I must learn more about this miraculous purple dragon, Spyro. This is… most intriguing.

Hare crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes.

HARE (sternly) Okay, enough with the dragon talk. We need to move. We’ve got a job to do, and Spyro’s expecting us.

VOLTEER (grinning) Oh, of course, of course! My apologies. Where are we headed?

WISH BEAR (softly, but with urgency) Back to the Temple. Spyro needs you there, Volteer.

Before anyone can move, Sparx flits in from above, his wings buzzing frantically.

SPARX (shouting, hovering in front of Volteer) Your friend Spyro’s waiting, pal! Don’t keep him hanging too long!

Volteer turns to the tiny dragon, chuckling to himself. His voice carries a sense of camaraderie as he gazes back at Hare, sensing something different about him, though he doesn’t quite know what it is.

VOLTEER Ah, yes. There’s much to discuss with him, I’m sure. Many hypotheses to pose! To think, after so many years, I stand before you. But… you—(gestures to Hare)—you’re not Spyro, are you?

The moment is heavy, and just as Hare opens his mouth to respond, something unexpected happens. He’s suddenly taken over by a vivid flashback.

FLASHBACK - SPYRO’S SACRIFICE – CYNDER'S WORRIED VOICE

In his mind’s eye, Hare sees Spyro standing with Cynder. The world around them is falling apart—the skies are full of destruction, and the land beneath them cracks as though it’s breaking into oblivion. Cynder, in her corrupted form, is desperate, but Spyro is resolute. He turns away from her, his face filled with anguish.

SPYRO (looking at Cynder, regret in his eyes) I’m sorry... I just... I couldn’t stop...

CYNDER (her voice soft, tender) You're okay, Spyro. You’re with friends now. We can still save it.

SPYRO (quietly) I don't know if I can anymore...

Hare watches, helplessly. The memory distorts into a whirlwind of images—Spyro and Cynder struggling together, a last desperate attempt to save the world.

SNAP BACK TO REALITY

Hare shakes himself back to the present, blinking hard, his hand pressing to his forehead. He’s standing there in front of Volteer, who looks down at him, puzzled by the sudden change in his demeanor.

VOLTEER (nuzzling Hare gently with his snout) Well, well. You certainly have a deep well of thoughts, don’t you? Careful there—your mind’s working overtime.

Hare looks up at Volteer, a flicker of realization in his eyes, though it’s still clouded by the echoes of his flashback.

HARE (quietly, to himself) Yeah, you have no idea.

The tension lingers for a moment, before Hare, always the one to push forward, shakes it off and nods to the others.

HARE (gruffly) Let’s move, before things get colder than they already are.

INT. DRAGON TEMPLE – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT

The stone chamber is dim, lit by flickering braziers and the ambient hum of magic lingering in the air. Spyro, Volteer, Hare, and the Care Bears gather around the Temple’s inner dais. The cold from Dante’s Freezer still clings to their breath. Spyro paces as Volteer finishes recounting his captivity.

SPYRO (grim) Volteer, it’s good to see you again. But we don’t have time for a reunion. Back to Cynder… What exactly was she doing to you?

GRUMPY BEAR (squinting) Wait—hold up. Cynder’s a girl?

HARE (raises an eyebrow) You're telling me that massive, armored, murder-dragon... was female?

VOLTEER (tilting his head thoughtfully) Mmm, indeed. While draconic biology isn’t always immediately apparent—what with the spines and armor plating—yes, Cynder is female. Terrifyingly so. Regal in form, ruthless in execution.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning, elbowing Grumpy) Someone’s got a type.

VOLTEER (resuming) She... she suspended me, Spyro. Not in chains or shackles, but... siphoned. It felt like my body was being fed into a device. I was a conduit—an organic power source.

FUNSHINE BEAR (brow furrowed) I’m sorry, he was a what?

SPYRO (simplifying) She turned him into a battery. She was draining his elemental energy—using it to fuel something.

AMIGO BEAR (scratching his head) Why didn’t he just say that?

VOLTEER (raising a claw for dramatic emphasis) Because "battery" lacks the nuance, dear Amigo! But yes, the situation was quite... draining. And she left with something. A glowing yellow orb. I believe I somehow powered it.

SPYRO (mutters) That’s bad. Real bad. If Cynder’s using the Guardians to charge those orbs, whatever she’s building, it’s big. We need to find the others before she completes whatever plan she’s working on.

HARE (crossing his arms) So, she’s not just some warlord with a grudge... She’s playing with something bigger. Powers none of us really understand.

VOLTEER (nods slowly) Indeed. And speaking of power... Hare, I understand you’ve recently awakened a certain electric affinity.

HARE (sighs, rubbing his temples) If by “electric affinity” you mean “nearly blew up a shrine and scared the fur off three Care Bears,” then sure. I’ve got... something. But I don’t know how to control it. It’s like I spark when I get mad—or scared. Or focused. I don’t breathe like Spyro. I don’t even feel like I’m doing it right.

GRUMPY BEAR (under his breath) Yeah, we noticed.

VOLTEER (stepping closer, voice softening) That’s not unusual. Power, especially the elemental kind, must be tempered. It isn’t just a weapon—it’s a conversation between your mind, your spirit... and your ancestry.

HARE (flatly) I didn’t exactly get a how-to manual.

VOLTEER Then allow me to be your first chapter. Your breath, Hare—it’s not just a parlor trick. Electricity is volatile, yes, but it’s also the pulse of life. The rhythm of thought. With guidance, you’ll learn not just to wield it... but to command it.

SPYRO (grinning faintly) You’ll get there. Took me a while too. It’s not about force. It’s about trust—trusting the power, and yourself.

HARE (staring at his hand, faint sparks dancing across his fingers) Then I guess it’s time I stop trying to control it... and start listening to it.

VOLTEER (motioning toward the training chamber) Come. Let me show you the first lesson. If Cynder wants to use our power, then we’ll give her a storm she can’t contain.

GRUMPY BEAR (following reluctantly) Great. Training montage time. Somebody find me a helmet.

[fyeahspyroandcrash]

[anelespyrodrawings]

THEY ARE PERFECT OMG SO PERFECT!