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[maukiki1]

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[hadallakuna]

I'm getting back into writing my JetByte fic!!! Jeez it's been a long time and I've struggled with writing ANYTHING so much recently so I'm sorry for the extremely slow updates, I am however writing and planning the next chapter(s) and will be posting as soon as I can!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

To celebrate my ADHD being merciful on me and letting me actually focus on a project I'll be doing some art based off of the fic, if I'm able it'll be a AMV or Storyboard animatic of some kind!!!

For now tho I'm gonna show of this old sketch I found that I'm still kinda proud of, never ended up finishing it but I like the way I drew his face :3

(click for better quality!)

[gavadan]

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[rawmeknockout]

OKAY LAST ONE I LIED cyberverse percy please PLEASE with a bot reader give me the gay ass blind guy tender love (sorry i have a unhealthy love for cyberverse Perceptor as someone with vision issues) -🔥

Forehelms pressed together, servos intertwined, lips barely brushing. It's moments like this you live for. You long to reach out and stroke Perceptor's cheek, trace the lines around his optics, but his servos are warm in yours and you would mourn his tender touch.

He's filled with so much courage covered by that quiet, reserved demeanor. The bravery of a warrior hiding under the poised exterior of an accomplished scientist. He's beautiful and you will never get enough of tracing his frame with your digits. You've yearned for Perceptor for as long as you can remember, pined for him, but never felt it was the right time or exactly 'appropriate' to voice your feelings. Only recently have you finally felt it safe to allow him a glimpse into your spark. He's always known, always looked out for you; a fact you find rather embarrassing. You really thought you had been hiding it well!

You press your mouth against Percy's, eager for just a taste of him. You're still apprehensive to fully tell him how you feel, worried about coming off too intense. But Perceptor has taken everything you've given in stride. You couldn't ask for more, so sure you would never be granted what you now hold so dear.