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[geekcentre]

Time for skyfire for the au! He’s a big guy with a Russian accent and might be slightly inspired by a video game character hehe.

more stuff below

Some lore for him is that current day skyfire is very stoic, quiet and brooding. He’s not that sweet happy go lucky guy he used to be. Cuz of things between him and starscream who also gave him his scars .

Skyfire did create the aerial bots as a weapon by the behest of zeta prime but he threw some of his coding into them to forcibly make them into citizens and seen as actual beings. It didn’t work and the aerial bots were killed. Well that’s what everyone thinks what happens in reality he took them and hid them away from the war, only skyfire fights in the war to keep them safe. Around his young bots he can show his older self, his bright sweet self.

and some silly drawings hehe

[theelmoarchive]

Aha ha

MORE OF THEM FOR THE WORMS

🎉🎉 MODERN AU 🎉🎉

This time in 'formal' kind of outfits, but specifically my take on if they were to go to prom or something idk we dont do prom here so im not sure, but 👍👍👍

[nevsclowntown]

naruto and his baby fox nori :( <3

baby fox nori and her dad coming right up for you!!! :(( ♥

[jhara-ivez]

A fluffy sketch for @essythewolf because she is very adorable :D

[jhara-ivez]

For science for @flailingdoodle “Some horses grow mustaches, some are just idiots”

[jhara-ivez]

The morning after

for @essythewolf who gave me the 3 words “milk, ceiling and mouse” to help cure my boredom (and it worked) Jespar woke up with a groan. He squinted up at the ceiling, but somehow everything seemed blurred. Blinking he tried to focus on the wood but it didn't help at all. Was he really awake or was he dying? His head hurt. His hair hurt. Maybe the hair took pity on his head and absorbed some of the pain. But in the end it didn't make a big difference because it felt as if something brutally exploded right behind his eyebrows. Another groan. Think, Jespar. Just for a few seconds. What happened? Oh, right. Testing every alcohol found on Enderal. Right. Yes. Oh by the name of the sun.... With a bit of difficulty he turned his head. A shock of long blonde hair sticked out of the blankets on his right. Culprit found. It was all Jhara's fault. Really. No one else would come up with such a stupid idea. ... Did they at least got all of them? ... No idea. Half of the evening had just vanished from his memory. Maybe he should ask Lea. She stayed up to watch over them afterall. She would know. Where even was she? ... Too difficult to turn the head again. Better just stay like you are. .... He touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue and immediately decided that a mouse must have died in his mouth at some point in the last night. There was no other explanation for the ugly feeling. ... And he had to go take a leak. Now. ... With a lot of willpower he turned around on his side and supported his head with one hand. Bad idea. Everything was spinning. One foot on the ground. Yes. Good. Well, not good but better. Damn, he really had to go. But... oh shit.... the stairs... How was he supposed to get down the stairs? ... No problem. He'd get there. No problem. Jespar felt like a Lost One who stepped out of his grave for the first time after 100 years of peaceful slumber. He swayed. The ground was obviously crooked. Bad workmanship. ... Alright. ... He sank back onto the bed. Actually he didn't need to go take a leak that badly. It could wait. Not a problem. So he stayed in bed for a few hours longer until suddenly ...the creaking of windows being opened.... and birds. Loud birds. Blazes, why did birds need to be so loud?! This time the groan came from under the mountain of blankets. Jhara. Once more Jespar squeezed his eyes open. Lea was standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed, eyeing them a bit too gleeful for his liking. "Good morning", she said, too loud herself. "I hope you slept well." Again a painfilled groan could be heard from under the blankets. Jespar only blinked. She took two glasses full of a white liquid from the nightstand and offered one to him. He gingerly took it. "It’ll help with the pain. I mixed it with milk so it only takes a few minutes... I hope." Jespar took a sip immediately. And nearly dropped the glass in the process. Meanwhile Lea approached the other side of the bed and began to excavate the other man from under the blankets. Jhara though didn't seem to appreciate the effort and held on to the fabric stubbornly. "Don't be an ass", Lea chided. "Dead", Jhara stated. His voice sounded hoarse.   "If you're dead how can I hear your voice?" "Echo.”   Lea exhaled and exchanged a look with Jespar who shrugged his shoulders... or attempted to. Then Lea released her hold on the fabric. "Hmmm... When I think it over... I always wanted a horse? And all the gems and gold ingots and jewelry in your bank tresor? Oh Jespar, just think about what we could buy from all the money when-" "Don't you dare touch any of it", came it growling from under the covers. "Why? Dead people don't need their stuff, right? It's what you always say." Silence. Then slowly, very slowly Jhara left his cocoon, reminding Jespar of a crinkled butterfly. A very disorientated, very ill-looking, crinkled butterfly. "Sometimes I hate you", rasped the butterfly. "Rumors", replied their lady good-heartedly and handed him the second glass. Jhara stared at it incomprehensively. "You have to drink it, you know? Staring alone doesn't help." Lea smiled. Jespar liked that. Lea's smile was pretty, especially in a situation like this. It was soothing. It just left you with a nice, warm feeling in your stoma - "I'm going to throw up."

[jhara-ivez]

inspired by @essythewolf ‘s hilarious fanfiction “Ain’t got time for fishin’“ and carp calenders.

[gschamig]

No need to be sorry 🙈

Good 🤭