#brona

For now I got some old doodles to keep you guys fed

Here's some wyrm doodles featuring my boys Rudolph and PB(and some old wyrm studies) along with xhulu:33

(wyrms and xhulu adopted from @tamale4prez)

And couldn't forget to draw my new girlie brona!(I got two versions cause I'm indecisive-)

And last but not least some old tmnt creature au doodles I found(au by @vanilkaray)

(the hairball is @gooberiski 's oc Elliot btw)

I finally finished chapter one of the Wyrmformer story!

Hopefully you guys enjoy

Things I will mention, there is transformer terms in here like Optics, servos, and so on! Also I apologize if this story is cringey and so on, I tried, I haven't written in a while

Also if there are any mistakes I apologize 😔

@tamale4prez

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The meeting room buzzed with silent tension, datapads held or placed in front of bots, all having a similar expression to the other, optics scanning through the offer presented on the blue screen. 

Brona, a femme with a copper colored frame with shimmers of gold around the edges of her, spoke her voice holding everyone's attention “This isn't something we should get tangled in. What we are being offered is a life or death situation, this isn't our battle to face.” 

Amongst them sat the elders; Sushi, a teal like frame with white lines and white helm-crest was reading off what was written on the blue pad to the cream white mech, with missing optics; Old man, who was nodding and gave a sigh from his vents once she finished.

“As far as this whole…situation goes; I agree with Brona.” There was a moment he paused, thinking of his next words carefully, clearing his voice box then continued “They're asking us to risk our lives for a fight that isn't ours, many of us here have wyrm-bits to care for, partners, friends, we are peaceful bots, fighting would ruin the peace we've managed to maintain for centuries.”

Old man let his words weigh amongst the room and when no one spoke he continued “Until then we will put a pause to this meeting, no one in this room discusses anything further outside of here, we don't want to cause a panic, we want to keep things positive. With the Wyrming beginning tomorrow we want bots in their best mood.”

“Everyone is dismissed.” Sushi announced once Old man finished, her voice full of authority. 

The room is full of pedes thudding against the floor in a matter of seconds, some even taking the chance to talk and make plans for the rest of the day.

“Sine, Ghast, Būl, and Tamale, I need you four to stay here.” Sushi calls out in the rush of bots leaving.

Sine a hot pink mech, with heart shaped marks along his frame, and pink visors perked upon hearing his designation and reluctantly stopped himself from leaving his seat; beside him was Ghast, more bulky than the pink mech, and having different shades of gray along his frame.

A cross from them sat Būl, a dark green mech who held a positive energy but was known to be chaotic at times.

“Where's Tamale? Was she not in this meeting?” Sushi looked towards the three and they could hear Old man give a sigh.

“Yeah, she heard her designation and made a run for it.” Būl laughed which earned him a glare from the teal femme, he raised up his servos to say he surrendered “Okay, I'll just keep my intake shut.”

“Alright, we'll just settle for the three of you for now.” Old man pinches the bridge of his nose before resting his servo and gave an irritated groan “I need you three to keep an optic out for the bits, other wyrmbots are unavailable currently and well–”

“We're the only available ones?” Sine huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis 

“Are they really the only available bots that I have to work with?” He gestures to the two mechs who were starting to chat and just overall goof off with each other.

“Currently, yes.” The elder deadpans.

“Primus, have mercy…” Sine stands from his seat and leaves the meeting room without a second thought, following behind him was Ghast and Būl who immediately continued on with their conversation that was happening. Once they left the area, Old man leaned back in his seat, processor spinning with uncertainty, worry, or a feeling that made his spark race with fear.

“Try not to stress yourself, Gary” Sushi placed a servo on his shoulder, feeling the shift in his frame as it settled.

“That designation is so old, I could have sworn everyone forgot about it” Old man gave a small smile and it earned him a hum from the teal femme.

“I could never forget the name of a mech who tumbled over me when we first met”

“Oh Primus…” Old man mumbled, hiding his faceplate with his servos “I thought we agreed to never speak of that day ever again!”

“You made that deal with Mother Wyrm, not me silly.” 

A groan of despair leaves the mech, embarrassment washing over him and it only makes Sushi laugh before going quiet, contemplating for a moment then speaking “I mean it, try not to think about it till Mother Wyrm returns.”

“I'll try” Old man says as he moves his servos away from his faceplate.

“As long as you try.”

The mech gave a quiet laugh and stood, Sushi’ servo moving from his shoulder and she hooks her arms over his and leads him out the meeting room, it felt comforting for the both of them. 

They felt safe near each other.

Sine stood in his wyrmform, hot pink frame warming up in the sun, his tail twitching with a hit of annoyance, letting out a rumble at Būl and Ghast who kept goofing off and bumping into him. 

Once.

Twice.

On the third bump he lunges at the two wyrms who were unaware and holds them down, letting out a hiss as they let out a surprised shriek, not getting a chance to speak as Sine snaps out “If you knuckleheads don't start helping me I'll personally strangle you both myself!” 

It's an empty threat, everyone knew that but it didn't change how scary the mech was, it had Būl and Ghast nodding immediately. Sine lets out a scoff then walks back to his original spot, basking in the sun. Ghast rolls onto his side before standing, shaking his frame to rid of any dust and nudges Būl with his snout, trying to force the green wyrm up who was currently pouting. 

“He's so mean” 

“You know how Sine is, the wyrm takes things seriously but I'll admit he's more snappy than usual.”

“Think it has to do with the meeting today–”

“Shh, keep your voice down, if Old man hears you he's gonna have us do night patrols!” Ghast exclaimed quietly as he looked around. “But yes, it might be due to the meeting today.”

“If you two don't get over here–!”

“Eek! Don't rush us you jerk!”

“Būl stop it, you're going to antagonize him!”

The three take their place at the entrance of the resting grounds, each taking their turn to look inside and count all the wyrm-bits; they're known for sneaking out or trying to sneak out at least, they may have been small but they were smart little menaces. Throughout their shifts of rotating Ghast would make attempts at telling some jokes or tried to get the hot pink mech to goof off but all attempts were either ignored or earned the gray wyrm a few glares and growls. 

Then as a final attempt at trying to bring up the mood Ghast decided to ask a question that he hoped would distract Sine for a moment “You think Spider is recharging?”

“He's your wyrm-bit, you should know how he is” Sine remarks, letting the silence fall as the sun starts to set, the sky shifting from a golden orange to a dark purple and blue, little white lights starting to cover the sky. 

It's quiet for a moment longer then Sine says “I'm sure he's recharging, though let's not forget he's still getting used to being separated from you.” He then adds “At least now for the entire week you'll be able to check up on him since we're on look out.” 

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” Ghast says happily, tail wagging with obvious content but it wasn't exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

“I'm regretting it.”

Ghast fiend hurt, dramatically looking away from the heart covered mech “I'm hurt by that, know what don't talk to me anymore”

“Deal.”

“What!?”

“Keep your voice down–...where's Būl”

Ghast stopped his little act and looked around, slowly standing up and walking around optics scanning for the dark green wyrm who was nowhere to be seen. 

“Maybe he's inside?” Ghast suggests, looking back at the hot pink wyrm who was near fuming at this point, the sight of Sine makes Ghast take a few more steps away as he murmurs to himself “Oh Būl you've signed your death sentence” 

Sine doesn't say another word and starts walking towards the entrance of the resting grounds, squeezing his frame through the narrow entrance, avoiding any sharp edges that could ruin the paint on his frame. There were faint sounds of his claws tapping against the metal floor, tail scratching along the wall which made him groan internally until the sounds of internal fans whirring filled his audials, those fans spun within the resting ground, pushing cool air inside. 

Little beeps and yawns made its way around, soft sounds of little frames pushing against one another for warmth.

Quiet thuds of claws against the floor, a shadow looming over the little bits like ominous mist, blue optic squinting, a hum emitting from his voice box then–with quiet, careful movements, his frame shifts, and moves around a bit better “For once…they're actually sleeping.” Sine spoke then--ZOOM

There was a sudden rush, and a heavy thud and the sound of transforming that caused the other to tense and look at the wyrm-bits that were luckily, still recharging.

“Sine, stop hovering over them like that, they'll think you're a Decepticon trying to eat them.”

Sine stares for a moment longer, frame relaxing and lets out a heavy vent, turning his helm to the other “Don't say that! If they hear that the word will spread like a plague and the next thing we know bots will get curious and if Old man finds out he'll have our helms!” 

Ghast only shrugged but made cautious steps backwards. The gray mechs optics scanned the pile of wyrm-bits till they landed on a certain one with red spots, with white and green covering the small frame, looking at peace “Look he's actually recharging!”

“I want a different partner.” The hot pink mech says abruptly and makes his way outside the resting grounds with Ghast following close behind sounding proud “But did you see spider he was actually recharging!”

Their voices fade away and only silence remains, for a few seconds at least, amongst the pile of wyrm-bits, one with horns that were curved down peeks her helm up and announces in an innocent tone “Coast is clear!” 

All of them simultaneously jump up and run around, tackling each other, giggling, and doing what they do best.

Looking for a way out the resting grounds.

“Shh! Shh! Okay, let's think this out carefully!” 

“Rudolph, I thought you didn't want to be part of this?” A bit questions

“Well…I got bored..”

“You're always bored, Rudolph.”

“What! That is so not true, tell them it's not true Spider!” 

Spider tenses shifting from his wyrmform to his botform, optics wide, red lens glowing in the dim area, blinking a few times at the sudden demand but then giving a mischievous smile “No can do! That would be lying! And my caretakers say it's not good to lie!” 

“What!?” 

The response earned some laughter that turned into surprise gasp when Rudolph started floating into the air slowly, it was almost comical. Spider quickly took action, grabbing hold of the glint's leg but it wasn't enough to keep the other from floating “Rudolph you're floating! Ornate help me pull him down!” 

“I-okay!” Ornate the one who had made the small announcement hurriedly shifts into her botform and grabs hold of Rudolph's other leg “Rudolph don't be upset! Think happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!” Ornate exclaimed, feeling her pedes lift from the ground letting out a surprised gasp.

“Not good! Not good!” 

Rudolph lets out a whimper, closing his optics out of fear which causes the rest to panic and cry out for help. Spider tries to get a better grip so he doesn't fall and Ornate continues to try and calm Rudolph down telling him to think of happy thoughts.

“Rudolph deep vents, remember? Just think how we're going to the Wyrming tomorrow!” 

“I'm scared! We're too high up!” Rudolph managed to get out, frame starting to tremble and just as they were about to reach the ceiling of the resting grounds large servos grab hold of Spider and gently pull them down.

“So much for you guys getting some recharge” Ghast holds the three bits in his arms, bringing them some form of comfort as he uses his frame to warm and make them feel safe, nuzzling his little wyrm-bit who gives a giggle. Ornate and Rudolph on the other servo were just glad to be down and not dangling in the air.

Sine gives a hum, shifting to his botform which causes the wyrm-bits to start climbing him; which he really didn't mind, they were curious and wanted to run off whatever energy they had building up “Something tells me we're gonna have to wait until they actually recharge to leave”

“yeah, seems like it”

Most of the night was spent trying to get the wyrm-bits to recharge and Sine constantly trying to cover their optics as a way to make them rest but it failed horribly as they returned the gesture to him which made him laugh a bit. Ghast could feel the mood change in Sine, he could feel that dark, gloomy feeling from earlier slowly disappear; it filled him with relief, it made him worry but now that it's gone it made him feel glad.

As the rest of the wyrm-bits drift off into a deep recharge, Ghast spoke quietly “Your mood changed”

Sine carefully places Ornate down next to the rest of the wyrm-bits, Ghast for a moment believed the mech was ignoring him until the silence was broken and Sine asked “Is that what you were doing all day, trying to bring up my mood” 

Ghast gave a sheepish smile, “Sorta but it obviously wasn't working”

“Y'know I don't mean to be a jerk or aft…just the meeting today made me feel some type of way, everything about it just doesn't sit right with me.” The mech admits, shifting to his wyrmform “This whole war situation…it doesn't…”

“Maybe…” Ghast interrupts, shifting into his wyrmform as well and stands beside the other “it's best to keep yourself distracted, the whole wyrm-bit look out is helping you obviously. This is a good distraction for both of us” 

“Hmph, guess you're not wrong about that” Sine muttered, there's no hint of annoyance or anger, it was more like a feeling of appreciation coming from Sine that made Ghast purr with content before squeezing through the narrow path after Sine.

As the night continued on, a large frame with flames emitting from the chassis and from the back almost acting like a tail roamed the streets of Iacon. Cybertronians moving out the way or avoiding the light pink wyrm entirely as they walked, drove, or flew. Mother Wyrm eventually shifts to her botform, lifting her arm slightly to show a light hologram map and a red dot blinking at the center, humming to herself.

“This must be important if I have to be dragged out here to talk, and right before Wyrming day.” She muttered, putting her arm down and continued to walk, earning a few looks of surprise or looks of curiosity.

Brona belongs to @thing7577

CONGRATULATIONS BRONA AND FEY

What a darling little girl! ,,^^,,

Lmao did Morrigan just casually admit that Mythal possessed Brona, wife of Alamarri chieftain Elderath and mother of Andraste? Incredible.

It can be completely explained in detail from a starting point to "present" day, it can be shrouded in myth and legend, with what actually happened being very hard to piece together, like a song of ice and fire, or everything people thought they know about history turns out to be wrong, like the Stormlight Archives.

Dragon Age has elements of all 3, depending entirely upon which part of history we are talking about, and what characters.

However, onebrather unique way it handles this kind of writing is the Story of Andraste.

While the games, books or other media of Dragon Age always keeps the question of whether or not she really was divinely blessed, whether her maker was real or invented by her to justify her message, and whether this maker if he be real was actually the creator god of this universe or just a stupidly powerful spirit, deliberately vague and without an answer, in most other regards Dragon age takes the unconventional approach that it gives us a lot of the answers from day one during the trip through the Temple of Sacred Ashes, and only then has characters in-universe hotly debate the topic of her life, while we, the reader, sit with all the answers and can judge it for ourselves.

Maferath, Andraste's Husband

Maferath is treated astonishingly well by in universe historians considering how badly he fucked everything up.

This is the man who turned his wife over to the Tevinter Imperium in exchange for a poorly planned peace deal, and then rather than at least try to keep the nation him and his wife built together, divided it up amongst his sons, shattering any semblance of unity Andrastianism had after Andraste's death, and setting the stage for the dozen lesser states of modern Southern Thedas, the tyranny of the chantry, and the Tevinters continued existence.

And yet in universe historians try to rehabilitate them, the same way real historians try to rehabilitate objectively terrible monarchs like King John of England, or ancient massmurderers who they claim didn't really commit their murders despite all evidence to the contrary.

Maferath reason for turning over Andraste must have been because he thought their strategic position was terrible as a result of Andraste's actions, and so in the aftermath of Andraste's greatest victory, he made a deal to consolidate their gains, at the cost of his wife's life.

Nope, he did it because he was couldn't handle the fact that for all his military genius, it was Her who rallied the people together, it was her who everyone loved, and if total victory was achieved, it was no doubt going to be her who would get all the credit, while he would be a footnote.

And so he betrayed her to get her out of the way in a manner that would still allow him to become famous and celebrated, all the while making an absolutely terrible peace deal.

The fact was there was no such thing. There was no great plan. No idea of making himself into a target everyone of his own people could hate and rally against.

He was simply a terrible politician with a fragile ego, and a big complex about being seen as the best, biggest, and most impressive man around, who couldn't handle the fact his wife was more important than him, and so he threw everything away on a terrible peace deal, when his wife was at the tipping point of destroying the Tevinter Imperium, and forging a new super state composed of all her followers... And then he stupidly broke the empire apart so each of his sons could be king in their own right.

All so he could attempt to become bigger an more loved than Andraste, when it's very clear that she was the political brian in this union, and he an utter fool in anything that wasn't battle.

Shartan, Thane of all Elves

Shartan is speculated to be many things, his history is forgotten, buried, rewritten and so on.

Some historians try to say he never existed. Others that one, single elf could never have achieved so much success on his own, there must have been more than one man who took the name, a bunch of rebel leaders who created a legacy for themselves.

Some claim he was won over by andraste's charm and converted to the maker. Other's that he must have been Andraste's lover for her to favor him so.

In his death some say he was slain defending Andraste, others that he fought his way to her pyre and died there, while one claim that he died besides her at a pyre of his own is dismissed as obvious fiction.

The reality is that Shartan was indeed a man, did indeed rally the elves to Andraste's cause, but was never a true friend of Andraste. His and the Prophet's alliance was one of convinience, in his own words "the enemy of my enemy is my friend", and they did indeed have a shared enemy.

His motivation had nothing to do with the maker, and everything to do with his dream, his dream that his people would one day have a home of their own... But he was betrayed, just Andraste was.

And through the witness of the spirit carrying the memories of Hessarion's wicked and evil wife, we learn what became of Shartan. He and all of Andraste's Warleaders(Except for Maferath) was publicly executed by fire.

Shartan did indeed die on a pyre, right besides Andraste, but there was not sword of mercy for him. He died slowly, and painfully, and ultimately forgotten, just like the other warleaders.

Another soul lost to Maferath's betrayal.

Hessarion, The Lying Archon

Hessarion claims to have heard the will of the maker in Andraste's final moments, and used that as justification for his converting the entirety of his Imperium to the chant.

But this is a lie.

Whether he truly believed in the maker later in life, or not, Hessarion did not hear a voice from above telling him to kill Andraste. He did it for no other reason than that he could not bear to see the woman in pain and suffering, and so, acting on that impulse, he ended her life quickly and decisively rather than leave her in pain.

Hessarion built his ultimately doomed reforms of the Twvinter Imperium on complete lies about a holy vision from God. Whatever his intentions, it was built on a big, fat lie, not true, genuine belief in a higher calling.

Cathaire, the Witness

Historians claim that Andraste's miracle might not even have happened, that the Barbarian Queen merely took advantage of good fortune, but those who were there knew the truth.

For as the original Cathaire tells, the Barbarian Horde witness the fire of the sun coming doen to the Earth, scorching the land, inflicting such a destruction through fire and drought that the Imperium's entire harvest was gone, and so their armies could not march to fight Andraste's army.

And only then did the heavens open up, and create such a flood, that all that yet remained in the lands they passed were washed away like filth.

Whether it was though the will of God, her own incredible magic, or some mighty spirit's work, Andraste's miracles were real enough, and they brought her and her armies through to victory, all the way to the gates of Minrathous, where the betrayal from inside did what no Tevinter armies or spells could defeat.

Brona, the Seer and Mother

Much and more has been said of Andraste's visions, wheter they were real or not.

But what we do know, is that there was one close to her, who saw her future through the gift of magical and/or divine foresight.

Brona her mother, as her child slumvered beneath her heart, had a vision that told her of her daughter's life, and how it would end... Something she tried, and failed to stop.

The ability to divine the future is not unheard of in the Dragon Age universe, as shown with Flemeth, but as proven by Players chaoice in their actions, the future is rarely set firmly in stone.

Hawke will make the world shake before them... Provided of course they aren't killed fighting a Demon in the Fade.

Flemeth foresees her own death at the hands of the Warden, and takes steps to avoid it, but the Warden can choose to spare her life instead.