#deciver

[vortex-randomly-fandom]

Remedy meeting his uncle/aunt Phenoxymethy.

Remedy belongs to @poiisson

Phenoxymethy belongs to me

Phenoxymethy:

-pharma younger brother, former medic jet.

- If you have hard time calling my name than call me Phenoxy or pheno.

-Might be insane.

-faction: unknown.

-He have more crime rate than the bots he fixed.

- He looks like he's happy, ***Don't*** trust his smile.

-Can remove his visor (what under there?)

[ripulka]

[vortex-randomly-fandom]

So if phenoxymethy is a former medic, what was his old job and is he still doing it?

To answer your question,He used to be part of a team the council created. A team that would perform empurata on other bots. And yes, he still doing that even after he quit and joined the corrupticons (my au faction).

Some empurated bots remember him or known his reputation and scared of him. In this au, he was the one who empurated Whirl. (No shockwave tho, but he wished it was him doing).

Long story short,back in the past, Ratchet was selected to be in the team but he didn't want to (since he's a cinnamon roll with kind heart) and phenoxy said he can take Ratchet's place while Ratchet stays behind, and that where his traumatic story started. I'll make a comic about his past in the future so stay toon!!!

[vortex-randomly-fandom]

Solving Art block (for me)

You will be seeing a lot of fandom characters in this blob thingy made by me.

[misterlux-archive]

deciver:

“What would I gain?” He simply asks again the boldness still there in his tone. “Aren’t you THE devil? Oh—I ate those souls… To keep me young and beautiful forever. Why does three hundred souls have to do with you, are you upset?”

Abel had rolled his eyes lip curled at the edge in annoyance of the very presence of the devil himself.

“I am sorry, but are you forgetting that those souls hold a great importance in the last battle? Crossroad demons don’t work for you to have a feast upon. They have a greater mission to work on.” Lucifer sighed, pressing three of his fingers against his forehead to keep his composure. “What else have you ruined?”

[alisseu-blog]

It's me who? I'm confused. . .

nothing nvm nothing nothing noooothing

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hi

[alisseu-blog]

Hello pretty mademoiselle? Just happened to drop by your ask, is that alright with you?.

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[lunaelisx]

deciver​:

hearing the vibrating of his mobile phone made Abel get irritated as it interrupted his slumber. Out of frustration he had slammed the palm of his hand on the device and quickly scanning who ever it was that had bothered to torture him with annoying texts or calls. His vision was blurry but read the text anyways. [Text]: I don’t remember what we did? wait – [Text]: Who’s this? [Text]: Alex? if this is you– it’s not the time to ask these kind of questions [Text]: You sneaky little bastard how did you get my number? [Text]: And no– I don’t regret.

Fingers thread through sable strands as he lays on his stomach, a pillow tucked underneath his chin. The messages appear across his screen and he skims through them. He laughs lowly as he types. [ text ] Why can't I be curious ? [ text ] I have my ways. Don't question me. [ text ] I'm glad knowing you don't. I was wondering about it lately. . . [ text ] Are you alright ?