spodimusarts

[spodimusarts]

I don’t think Blizzard is gonna like what she finds in the burning building. Also I’m sure our grey dragon was having a few flashbacks before the fight.

Snowy interrogation (Story Below the cut)

(Previous part here)

The bang-powder explosion had flung Blizzard out through the armory's chimney with a resounding "FWOOMP!", causing her to spin through the air for just a few seconds before she managed to spread her wings and catch herself in the air.

Her right arm felt as if it had thousands of flaming centipedes with sharp iron legs were crawling through her, but the only physical sign of this was the bright green bracelet that engrafted into her arm, which itself was covered by a simple alcohol-soaked bandage.

The Icewing knew that Plateau wanted her to run and hide while he delt with the three intruders, but at the same time, she just couldn't bring herself to run away this time.

In her moment of hesitation, however, the largest of the three intruders, the Skywing, had forcefully stumbled out the door after taking the full force of the Sandwing's fire right towards his face and neck.

He had his talons pressed over his burnt flesh and was preparing to jump back into the fight inside when noticed the dragonet hovering overhead.

Instantly he pounced towards this possible loose-end and shot towards her with speeds only known to Skywings.

Blizzard didn't even have time to process that he was there, she dove and just barely missed being clawed by the imposing dragon!

She turned around while still falling to see her assailant, and the first thing she noticed were the massive burns that covered the left side of his face and neck.

The flesh had been recently charred and barely hung from the Skywing's face, his left eye was red and irritated, and a smell that was close to that of burnt cow permeated from him.

She gaged at the stench but began to charge up her frost breath while ducking under the burnt dragon's second attempt to grab her.

Right when the large Skywing attempted to force her to ground by diving right towards her from above, she unleashed the full fury of her ice breath, coincidentally hitting him again on his burns.

However, the Skywing didn't seem to really be fazed by the dragonet's attack, as he roared and simply dove through the force of her blast!

Soon enough the large dragon's talons meet with the cold scales of her chest in a violent impact.

The hit had completely knocked the dragonet off balance, and all she could do was scream while she plummeted to the ground below.

She landed on her back on the snow-covered ground just a few meters away from the armory, and not a second later the Skywing had her pinned from her chest with claws seeping into her chest!

The sudden impact knocked most of the frozen-burnt flesh and even half of the left horn from the Skywing, and what was underneath horrified Blizzard to her very core.

There were no bones under where his scales used to be, but instead the vague metal shape of a dragon, forged into different segments in order to ensure maximum mobility.

His broken horn now forked at the end and appeared to be made out of gold!

The underside of his neck was made of gold too, but the rest of him was made from a metal that the Icewing had never seen before, a red metal the color of dragon's blood.

His left eye had fallen out completely, and in its place was an orb of pure pitch black, save for the slit pupil which glowed a fiery yellow.

It was as if a statue had been given life and stole the flesh of a Skywing!

The "Skywing" hissed while a bright orange emanated from his throat as he dug his claws deeper into her flesh.

The message was very clear, 'Try to move, and you'll burn.'

"Hmm, Quite the little fighter, aren't you? Yessss." the crimson dragon spoke as he recomposed himself.

His tone exuded a since of superiority and confidence, but at the same time, trying to hide a hint of annoyance.

His voice was surprisingly smooth and clear for someone who just lost half their face and neck.

"Scolia, quit playing in the snow and get over here!" ordered her captor.

The little green Hivewing, who had been lying with his face buried in the snow just outside the armory up 'till this point, got up and began buzzing towards the pair.

Soon after the red Hivewing emerged from the burning building, obviously gleeful about something.

The two of them positioned themselves to the left and right of the Skywing respectively, but what horrified Blizzard the most was who didn't leave the building, her guardian.

Plateau, the last dragon who cared for her, was most likely dead, and the thought drove the poor Icewing dragonet to tears.

The Skywing addressed his captive "Now then, seeing as you are the only resident left, I just have one thing to ask of you. Where is my key?"

Blizzard was shocked and appalled, all this pain, all this destruction all this death, for something as simple as a key.

"You murdered (sniff) and destroyed everything I cared for (inhale), FOR A KEY!?! WHAT KEY!?!?", She spat out though sharp inhales and tears, her words filled with the fury of a dragon who lost everything.

The Icewing genuinely didn't know what they were talking about, but almost immediately after she spat out her response, it clicked in her mind.

"The cursed chest...," she thought to herself, "Is the key what grafted onto my arm!?"

The crimson dragon scowled at her response and simply applied even more pressure onto the young one's ribs.

"No, please!", she cried.

Tears flowed down Blizzard's face as she begged and instinctively tried to claw at the limb crushing her chest.

However, only her left arm could rise to resist him as her right arm still burned from having merged with the key.

The green Hivewing looked sickened at the sight of her anguish, but the red one seemed to be oddly invested in it.

"Last chance." threatened the metal dragon, "Where, is, my, key?"

As Blizzard began to truly weigh her options in her head, two snowballs were hurled from just over the cliff's edge and struck both of the guarding Hivewings.

"Bah!" the red Hivewing exclaimed while wiping the snow from his face, "You wouldn't suppose we missed a guard, would you Royalty?"

"Nooo~, a guard would use spears.", the "Royal" Skywing answered

"It's probably just some dragonet wanting to be brave; but was instead just stupid. I trust you two will deal with this."

And with that, Scolia and the red Hivewing leapt into action!

Well, the red one leapt into action, Scolia just halfheartedly walked over to cliff's edge while grumbling to himself.

With his two guards going to investigate the potential witness, the metal dragon turned his attention back to Blizzard.

"How about this, you have 5 seconds to tell me where my key is before I have to break your other arm."

"Five," The living statue lifted his right talons and grabbed Blizzard's left arm.

"Four," The wind had begun to pick up its speed and volume.

"Three," A soft crunching sound, like talons in the snow became faintly audible. The metal dragon didn't seem to notice as he was too focused on his prisoner.

"Two," Blizzard's eye darted towards the faint sound, no louder that a whisper, expecting to see the Hivewing guards and whoever they found. Instead, there was a single light gray silhouette beginning to appear on the horizon. It was definitely a dragon of some kind, but judging by the wings, it wasn't either of the Hivewings.

"On-!" The gray dragon suddenly rushed "Royalty" in a head on collision! The metal dragon, who barely had time to react, had to let go of Blizzard in order to properly brace himself.

The force of the gray dragon colliding with him launched the crimson one right off his prisoner!

Blizzard could barely get up onto her talons before the gray dragon addressed her.

"YOU, flee as far away as you can, NOW!!!"

His voice was unusually raspy, and his tone exceedingly harsh.

The crimson dragon produced an unusual pattern of sounds that sounded like words in a different language mixed together with the sound of two pieces of metal scraping together before leaping in claws and teeth first at the grey dragon.

Blizzard found herself running from the two dragons fighting, but not anywhere the gray dragon would have liked.

Instead, she ran right into the burning armory!

"I MEANT THE OTHER WAY, WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?" Screamed the gray dragon as his wings shifted into a blood red color.

[spodimusarts]

You’re very brave

Featuring Blizzard the Icewing owned by @nemesisthetoy and First Aid from my WOF Transformers AU. This is a non-canonical event for both of our AUs and instead for fun. I wanted to make this as a birthday gift, but fell behind on projects. The real world can be tough lol.

Story:

The little Icewing dragonet had been brought in by two of the Autobots dragon friends/allies Moonwatcher and Qibli. Everyone was quite shocked at first to see a new dragonet enter the base, but it became obvious as to why by the gauntlet that was wrapped around her wrist.

She was covered in scabbed wounds and said nothing. When she first arrived, none of the Autobots’ medics knew anything about doctoring organics. Except for one, First Aid. First Aid held experience with organics from his time on Earth in the Autobots’ home universe. This along with his gentle nature made him perfect for the job, and he was called in by Optimus to do so.

The young dragonet now sat on a metal table in a room filled with tools she did not understand. She had just barely managed to escape the grasps of the evil Skywing and his two Hivewing companions, and now she gets introduced to a new mess by the two dragons that found her. An entire species of living metal creatures!

At that moment, the door opened. A red and white metal creature with red crosses on its shoulders walked in. It wore what looked like a mask on its face with a glowing blue lense that the dragonet could only assume covered it’s eyes.

“Hello” the creature said. “my name is First Aid, I’m going to be your doctor.”

The young dragonet could only stare at the two legged metal creature called First Aid.

“My dragon friends tell me that your name is Blizzard. Is that correct?” First Aid asked.

Blizzard said nothing, and nodded in reply.

First Aid set down some cloth that he had brought in. He looked down at his forearm and a little square device popped up. “I’m going to scan you now. Do you know what that is?”

Blizzard shook her head gently.

First Aid’s hand suddenly transformed into a device with a lense and two lights. “Basically this machine will tell me if your heart and vitals are okay. Once that is done, It will tell me if you have anymore injuries inside your body and what that thing on your front leg is.” First Aid said looking back at Blizzard.

First Aid pointed the tool on his arm towards her. The lense lit up and created a small wave of light. After he brushed the wave over her torso, his device made a little beep. “All looks good. Now let me see your right front leg” First Aid said holding out his open hand. Blizzard lifted up her leg, hesitated, then placed it into First Aid’s hand.

First Aid ran the scanner over the Cybertronian gauntlet that covered Blizzards wrist. “Your very brave” First Aid said. “Most people wouldn’t trust a random stranger from another world to help them, especially with all you must of been through.”

When First Aid said that, Blizzard’s eyes watered up. She began to cry as reality settled in. The strange gauntlet stuck to her wrist, her father, the strange dragons that attacked them, the metal creatures. It was all so much, it was all her fault, and there was nothing she could do. She started to cry harder.

First Aid took the cloth from the table and handed it to Blizzard. She took the cloth and pressed her head against it continuing to cry. First Aid gave her a moment before finally saying “I physically can’t cry, but I can still feel the pain you must be going through, I wish… I could provide a cure for that.”

He sat with her for a long time. He began carefully cleaning and bandaging her wounds while she cried. Once finished, he sat with her some more until she calmed down. When she finally looked back up at him, he offered to take her to her own room. She accepted with a nod, and the two left the room.

[spodimusarts]

Ahhh yes, Inferno the loyal nut job, and Waspinator the comic relief.

The First Encounter (story and close up below cut)

Atop an ice cliff, near the border of the Sandwing and Icewing kingdoms sat an armory under siege by three dragons.

Those three being a Skywing with two Hivewing soldiers under his command.

For over 5 minutes they had been ramming the stone doors of the armory, using the smaller, green Hivewing as their battering ram.

On the inside, a Sandwing veteran from Blaze's army and his adopted Icewing daughter readied themselves for the inevitable breach.

The stone doors were barred shut by a stone beam, which had begun to crack from the repeated battering.

Everything had happened so quickly, first Blizzard had somehow found what could only be assumed to be a cursed bracelet, and barely a minute after he had bandaged her wound, three dragons arrived outside their home, killed the other Icewing guards, and demanded to be let in.

Or at least, that's what Plateau thought they were saying, most of the time the intruders seemed to talk to themselves in some other language.

This however wasn't the time to focus on what language they were speaking, who knows what they were planning on doing with all the armor, spears and bang-powder locked inside with them, but it was Plateau's duty as the last guard to keep them out of their talons.

But in all honesty, that was only the second priority in his mind, his first was to ensure his daughter's safety, and he just had an idea.

Atop the armory stood 2 chimneys for the fireplace, too small for a full-grown dragon to enter from, but maybe, just maybe, it would be wide enough for his daughter to squeeze out through.

All she needed was some cover and a distraction.

The stone beam barring the door began to form a major fracture through the center of itself, now it only had the strength to hold off a few more hits before it broke in half!

Plateau grabbed his daughter; her cold scales met his warm talons.

"Blizzard, I don't know how much time we have left, so I need you to listen very carefully to me, ok?"

His voice shuddered with genuine fear, but his daughter locked eyes with him and nodded in acknowledgement.

Her face testified to him the pain and fear gripping her at this moment, it was a sight he had only seen once before, on the very worst day of his life.

He handed her a torch and a sack of bang-powder, "I need you to set the fireplace, but you need to crawl up the chimney and be ready to fly as fast as you can before you light it."

Her face shifted to absolute horror; she felt like she knew what he was planning, but she continued to listen just in case she was wrong.

BANG..., BANG..., BANG...!

Plateau could hear the sound of stone cracking under the repeated battering as the beam began to bend into the vague shape of a 'V'.

"The moment that door breaks open, you need to drop your torch and afterwards that sack. The explosion should create enough smoke to mask your escape."

"But what about you?!?", her voice cracked as tears began to form in her eyes, she couldn't lose him too, not after everything that had happened to her!

"I need to stay and stop them, but you need to be safe, now go! GO!"

He shoved her away to the direction of the fireplace before grabbing a spear off the wall and running behind a shelf case full of spare spearheads, putting himself out of the immediate eyesight of anyone entering from the door.

BANG, CRACK, CRASH!

The beam had completely cracked in half, both doors flung open with great speed, one even going so far as to fly completely off its hinges!

The small green Hivewing muttered a complaint in his unknown language while rubbing his head, his voice weak and pathetic.

The leading Skywing spat out in reply, "Because the Drive turned out to be in your assigned sector, and you completely missed it, you incompetent bug!"

His scales were a dark crimson with an almost purple second color running down his head and legs, with wings a bright orange that almost shimmered like gold.

Plateau was leaning flat against the back of the shelf case, waiting for his moment to strike, but the stray thought "What in three moons is a 'Drive'?" did pass through his mind.

As the three intruders began to enter, there was suddenly the unmistakable boom of a bang-powder explosion as smoke began to fill the room and the chimneys.

Blizzard had just left the building, now it was time to deal with these trespassers.

Not wasting a second, Plateau shoved over the large shelf case he was hiding behind and ended up crushing the green Hivewing beneath.

He then hurled his spear at the second, larger red Hivewing, while also unleashing his flame breath on the Skywing.

As a veteran, breath aim was precise and deadly, hitting the Skywing square on the left side of his neck and face, but his little victory wouldn't last long.

Turns out, the red Hivewing had somehow managed to dodge his spear, and almost instantly ran over to tackle the lone Sandwing.

The crimson Skywing writhed in agony at his massive burns, stumbling backwards out the door, pressing against them with his talons.

Sandwing couldn't even ponder how a Skywing could survive such a nasty burn to the face before the Hivewing had his claws over his throat.

"Fool, did you really think you could kill the Royalty that easily!?!?", shouted the red Hivewing in defiance, "Perhaps you need to learn a lesson in pain!"

Plateau grabbed the Hivewing's chest and with all the strength he could muster and threw the invader off him towards the back of the room, right into the bang-powder shelves.

The impact caused all the powder to spread out across the room in a black cloud, coating the entire floor of the armory.

Suddenly, the shelf case that had pinned the green one went flying over Plateau's head and crashed into the side wall full of spears, sending chunks of shelf case and spears flying everywhere.

The little Hivewing was looking worse for wear, with a dozen or so spearheads lodged in his back and a general look of exhaustion and dizziness flowing through his entire body.

Plateau, not wasting a moment, leapt forward, rolled in the air, and lodged his stinger into the small Hivewing's skull, a guaranteed kill for sure, and using the momentum from his roll, threw the pathetic runt out into the snow.

The little green dragon landed face first on his back, but simply rolled over and buried his head in the snow in a move that appeared to be a result of both pain and utter embarrassment.

Plateau froze in shock at the doorway, the Hivewing had a gaping hole in his forehead now, and yet he muttered about it like he just had a bad headache instead.

But there was no time to worry about that, as soon after he heard discharge of an Icewing's frost breath, the roar of a Skywing, and then the scream of a dragonet.

"Blizzard!," the father screamed.

He attempted to run out the door and fly to his daughter's aid, but the red Hivewing grabbed his tail by the midsection and just above the stinger and proceeded to yank so hard that it dislocated in the middle.

Plateau howled in pain, without his tail properly balanced he was now rendered flightless!

This crazed Hivewing had a sinister look of satisfaction upon hearing his opponent's agony, a quickly threw him back into the center of the armory.

Plateau landed hard on his stomach facing away from door, but he could still hear his daughter struggling to fight off the fully grown Skywing as he forced her to land right outside the armory.

He tried to get back on his feet, but soon he was met by the crushing force of the red Hivewing body-slamming him.

"AH HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!! You shall suffer for daring to harm the Royalty!"

The Hivewing then pinned Plateau to the ground by grabbing a couple of spears and planting them in an 'X' around his neck.

Very clearly taking a sick pleasure from this, he then proceeded to pin the Sandwing's arms, legs, and tail to the ground in the same fashion, laughing his head off while doing it.

Then the crazed Hivewing uttered an unnatural hissing sound, and soon a pillar of flame erupted from his throat.

He aimed it all throughout the room, igniting all the wooden shelves and bang-powder spread around them.

"You will burn, FOR THE GLORY OF THE QUEEN!", exclaimed the Hivewing as he left Plateau to his fate.

The Sandwing struggled against his restraints, desperately trying to at the very least break the spears before the fire spread towards him, but in his current position, he couldn't gather enough strength to break them nor the leverage to wedge them from the floor.

He was trapped, and utterly helpless to save anyone now.

[spodimusarts]

Blog Update

I have not been very active nor posting much of anything recently due to being very busy working along with other personal issues. When I do have time, I don’t have the motivation to draw, or am not in the right mental state of mind to do so. I am still producing art, however, most of my recent drawings have been personal and not for the internet.

I guess I’m in one of those phases in life where you are trying to figure yourself out, and what paths you should take along with career choices and all of the other post college drama. I’m taking things one day at a time, and hopefully I can stay open to opportunity when god provides it.

Best of wishes towards everyone.

-Spodimus

[spodimusarts]

I drew the boi! Jeff is a big baby and I love him!

[spodimusarts]

“Excuse me sir, you just broke into my room?”

So quick update, the floodgates on writing the WIP opened up! A bit too wide as a matter of fact.

As a result, the story may end up being split between two or even three chapters!

Here’s a Scrapped WIP for what MIGHT end up being the first of the chapters, featuring what Megatron looked like before the whole losing his flesh thing.

He do be breaking and entering.

[spodimusarts]

Himari and Anon's story, pages 14 & 15

Anon is very upset and confused as to what is going on with Godzilla's arrival. Himari try's to comfort him and offers to sing a lullaby she learned. Anon refuses her offer but, Himari wnats to sing anyways.

Side Comment: I have not been producing very much art lately as a bunch of my free time has been spent with friends or working on other projects. (Mostly other projects)

[spodimusarts]

Aaaahhhh look at them!

Also Sahara would be the tallest and most talkative of them all☺️.

New fanart today, this time featuring Krait and Sahara giving potential new student, Blizzard, a tour of J.M.A. for @spodimusarts’s birthday today!

Happy birthday, man!!!

[spodimusarts]

Merry Christmas!!

Since I’ve never drawn them, I decided to draw the MUTOs from Godzilla 2014. What better canonical couple to stand under the mistletoe.

[spodimusarts]

Ah yes, uncle Titano, just as loud as he was in the Showa era.

Lahamu always gets excited when her uncle Titanosaurus visits!

[spodimusarts]

Definitely just as much, if not more overused this time of year.

Random Confession Time

I have never been annoyed by "All I Want for Christmas is You," I just found it a cute little love song.

No, the song I truly cannot stand this time of year is "Santa Baby".

[spodimusarts]

My Megatron design that I am messing with for my Transformers Wings of Fire AU.

I decided to make him a triple changer because I have always loved the idea of him turning into a tank, but also needed a way for him to get around conveniently, hence the spacecraft/jet altmode.

(Story Below 👇)

Megatron was once a mining caste bot who was part of an unjust society. He was an idealist who began writing against the current norms of Cybertronian society and eventually started a revolt within the mine he worked in. After his revolt, Megatron was thrown into prison and would eventually enter into the gladiatorial pits where he began to gain popularity and be heard.

During his time in the pits, Megatron met and befriended the young librarian clerk Orion Pax, who was inspired by Megatron’s words and wanted to bring about a just society. It was not long after winning many fights that Megatron earned his freedom, and began his movement along with his friend Orion. Throughout this period Megatron gained more followers and began to show his true colors, while Orion only wanted to end the caste system and rebuild the government to better serve the Cybertronian people, Megatron, wanted to punish all of those who were once above him and enslave those who defied his new order.

Megatron and Orion eventually split ways, and the war began shortly after. Orion eventually became Optimus Prime and led the Autobots, a force for freedom, and Megatron created the Decepticons. Megatron destroyed all who were in his way, and wanted to use the allspark to boost his power, by reformatting worlds and reanimating the dead into Decepticons. To prevent this, the allspark, along with multiple relics, were sent to Earth, and retrieved by Optimus Prime shortly after the shutdown of Cybertron’s core.

Megatron and his Decepticons followed the Autobots to Earth, where many of the bots, and cons gained their Earth Vehicle alternate modes. Megatron did not take any new forms since he spent most of his time in the battlefield or commanding his army. After many battles the Autobots attempted to return to Cybertron with the Allspark and relics, using a space bridge constructed by the Decepticons. Once again, Megatron pursued them, sparking a space battle that crippled the Decepticon warship Nemesis and caused the Autobot spacecraft The Ark to begin splitting apart. The two ships were sucked into the space bridge by a gravity source and exited in a whole new world and universe. A world similar to Earth, but with different terrain, multiple moons, and a new dominant species that Megatron despised, Dragons.

[spodimusarts]

I drew Cynder from the Spyro games.

She’s such an interesting and cool character with such a sad and twisted backstory, transitioning from evil to good. I always love a good story of an evil character who turned good, and faces the obstacles and tensions created by their previous sins, where now they and everyone else must learn to rebuild and forgive. I wish the story writers would of explored this even deeper with her character, as it would of made her and the other characters so much better rounded.

[spodimusarts]

Who is this?! Yes Im alive!

Continuing Himari and Anon’s story with a little bit of Godzilla narrative. Also I had to add Doug as a cameo😁. (Goji is a bit confused as to what he is looking at)

[spodimusarts]

Ah yes, the character with some of the most juicy lore.

One of the things I want, no, need to remember while writing Dragonbot is that he's NOT 100% good at the beginning of the story proper.

Just because he's not onboard with Megatron's plan to destroy an entire world in order to go home does NOT mean he truly cares about said world at first.

Most often, he views the different native species in an apathetic light, but being raised as a Predacon/Decepticon still has some lingering effects on his worldview, especially considering one species in particular, scavengers.

He absolutely HATES them, as he had been conditioned to since he came online.

As a result, when he learned that not only were “scavengers” not considered a sentient race, but were even considered prey (albeit endangered), he began hunting any human he came across.

Sometimes he would do it just to sharpen his tracking skills but on rare occasions he would end up eating them.

Needless to say, he wasn’t quite thrilled when dragons discovered that scavengers actually were sentient, and subsequently banned hunting them.

This hatred, however, ended fueling the speculations about where this mysterious brown RainWing, who was mute for 2 weeks, came from and became the basis of the current popular rumor.

That being that his egg was stolen by scavengers who kept him away from the sun, resulting in his hatred of them and overall kinda grouchy mood.

[spodimusarts]

Lmao

Oh no, he's getting fucking old!

Old old Godzilla, yeah!

Oh no, his knees start to go!

Old old Godzilla, yeah!

[spodimusarts]

Dragon painting, made using water color