#cyberwolf

Jazz returning home covered in mud and grime with a freshly caught petro rabbit in his jaws. He then drops said rabbit in Prowl's lap before wagging his tail being so proud of himself.

All Prowl can do is sigh as he puts away the rabbit in the freezer before heading into the wash racks to run a bath. Sure its nice to get fresh petro rabbits once every month but he only wishes Jazz took better care of himself. In the meantime Jazz happily plays with their sparklings Bluestreak and Smokescreen who also inherited their sire's werewolf coding.

Home life is messy and chaotic but Prowl wouldn't have it any other way. He and his family are truly happy despite their odd quirks.

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Thank you sweethearts this is so sweet 💕

Warning! There will be a repeat of characters.

Day 1 - Fav Autobot = TFP Optimus Prime

Day 2 - SIC = Transformers Bayverse Ironhide (I personally think he would be a huge teddy bear)

Day 3 - Fav Femme Bot = TFP Arcee

Day 4 - My Fav Scientist = TFA Bulkhead (not really sure he counts though)

Day 5 - My Fav Beastformer = Beast Wars Cheetor

Day 6 - Fav TFOne Character = Orion Pax

Day 7 - Character of Choice (My interpretation) - My oc's main archetype = The Nurturer

Day 8 - Altmode + What my altmode would be = Cyberwolf

Day 9 - TFP + My favorite character = Optimus Prime

Day 10 - Fav Decepticon = A Tie Between TFP Knockout and TFP Breakdown

Day 11 - Cross Faction + What I'd Do = Maximal under the Autobots

From Werewolf by Night Vol. 3 #004

Art by Scot Eaton, Scott Hanna and Miroslav Mrva

reading nejiten is innocent and pure, the first stages of being 12 mixed with cutesy cheek kisses and visits to the main house, watching a pair getting accustomed to each other, bit by bit, in the passing time.

reading nejiten is being 13 again, couped up in the tear-stained 4 am sheets, reading about hope and death and the meaning of freedom.

reading nejiten is lonely 14-year-old nights, the anchor to my damaged self, drowning out the mean girl taunts and the betrayals and the knives digging into my back.

i miss those times so much, seeing myself reading the same material at distinctly different points of my life — watching it grow and mature, the meanings of the words changing as my perception of the world does.

then comes the ache; you’re tearing up over familiar words, a different person but emotional over the same reasons. you remember the you from the past, who felt these same feelings and cried the same tears over the same stories about two ninjas from konoha getting knocked up and down, struggling for a relationship. the thing that is bothersome the most is the thought of how you could have possibly felt these same feelings as a kid when you’re such a different person now?

then you feel like a kid. then you feel innocent again. free. but still bound to the art of the craft, the crevices of the heart, the soul of the ship.

Patreon regular rewards from August! Horray now im caught up with uploading <3