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KRISMA!!! :)

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Another scenario question, this time it’s The Walten Files (A bit morbid though)

You’re going to die.but you have a choice. Who would you want to kill you?

(Let it be known Felix/ a car crash was an option, but that seemed too easy- Hope you have like it and have a Faztastic night :v

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“LIVE” ANDREALPHUS REACTION

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Don’t do stupid sauce boys and girls, stay in teaching building

Hope you guys like it and have a Faztastic night X3

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Prime Tower

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Helluva Boss- The sin of Sloth, Belphagor

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This will always be the funniest moment from Kung Fu Panda and you can’t tell me otherwise

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Helluva Boss- Yogirt

That is all ^-^

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You guys liked it, so here it is! Now 🫵 have the power to draw whatever you want Adam’s face to be! I even put in the eye color to make it easier for ya.

Have fun~ No need to credit me, buuuuut at least mention or tag me so I can see the results >:3

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So, just found out I did 4 more versions of Adam with a goofy face-

I’m gonna make a blank version so anyone can fuck around with Adam’s face lol-

Hope you guys like it and have a Faztastic day X3

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My B.Sky account! Not sure how often I'll use it, buuuuuut, what the hell >X3

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TFP OC- Hunter Reyes bio

Hunter is just your average local teenage bad boy and resident biker of Jasper, Nevada, born and raised, living with his mom, Autumn Hope Reyes. As stated, Hunter likes to live his life as a bad boy, but at the same time, he never acts out, or acts too rebellious to the point of getting in troub- well, serious trouble at least. In general, Hunter can be described as independent, sarcastic, and stubborn, some of these came from his mom. He can also be a bit immature, loudmouthed, rebellious, and maybe a little reckless, however, he’s still laid-back, easygoing, and confident, even having a soft side, despite his flaws, Hunter is a pretty good guy at heart. Hunter also wears a purple bandana, practically everywhere and every day, either around his neck or head, he’ll be found wearing it. However, when asked why he wears it so much, unless you’re close to him, he never directly answers why he does, he always changes the story, does it fit his style? Is it for sentimental value? Or to hide a scar of some sort? Whatever the reason, he wears it and he wears it proudly. So in a way, Hunter lives a pretty average life, to say the least, though he wishes there was a bit more to it, like a bit more action or something, more excitement, and, perhaps a special someone- but he was pretty satisfied with life for the most part, can’t complain. But what Hunter didn’t know was that his average life was about to change…

Hunter was born on February 7th, 1992, in Jasper, Nevada, to Autumn Hope Reyes, and the late Archer Hugo Reyes. When Hunter was little he was a lot more energetic, innocent, super-excitable, bright, and optimistic. Hunter was just a pretty average kid back then, doing average kid things, hanging out with his friends, watching TV, playing video games, and all sorts of things like that. Hunter also had an interest in motorcycles, he thought they looked cool and they went fast, to him, they were just a bigger, faster, and really cool version of a bike, and he wanted one of his very own when he was older. But the one thing he loved the most was spending time with his parents. Hunter looked up to both of them for different reasons, and was pretty close to his parents, loving them both equally. The 3 of them were pretty close as a family after all, they did everything together, played games, bonded, and watched movies as a family. They also made quite the family memories, from birthdays, to vacations, to holidays, really anything, and they have the tapes, photos, and scrapbooks that’ll prove that.

However, in 2004, things would unfortunately take a tragic turn. It all started when Hugo had gotten sick, despite being perfectly healthy prior to it, though at first it seemed like it was just something like a cold, however, that didn’t turn out to be the case, as Hugo’s symptoms would get so severe, he’d have to be hospitalized, turns out it wasn’t a cold, it was something more severe, the doctors hoped that with the right medication and treatment, Hugo would be able to slowly and steadily recover, Hope was hopeful that that would be the case for her husband, and Hunter felt the same, he thought his dad would be able to pull through, he felt that nothing bad could ever happen to his dad. So for a while. Hunter and his would frequently visit him in the hospital, staying for hours a day. Hunter and his father would still manage to bond with each other, they’d talk and do little things together, Hunter would give his father updates, telling him every little thing that happened outside of the hospital, even if he wasn’t in good shape, Hunter could tell that seeing him and his mom lightened up his mood. This would continue on for a few weeks, and things seemed alright, though, sadly, Hugo’s symptoms had only worsened over time. During some of Hugo’s final days, Hunter and his mom would visit him to keep him comforted, Hunter didn’t want to believe that his dad was dying, but he was. Hunter would try to hold back tears when he saw him, not wanting to let his dad see him vulnerable, but his dad told him that it was alright to cry, and there was no need to hold back any tears or be ashamed of it. Hunter would come by his dad’s side one last time, allowing himself to cry, Hugo had one last thing to say to Hunter, and they stuck with him ever since, “Hunter, please, take care of yourself, and your mamá, love her the way she’s loved us both over the years. She's a strong woman, but still, she needs you, you need each other. I know it will be hard for both of you, but you’ll both be alright without me. And hey, be strong, be free, be you, and live, live your life, Hijo.”. Hunter agreed to both, as the 2 exchanged 1 last “Te amo (“I love you”)” to each other, then it wasn’t too long after that he succumbed to his disease, leaving Hunter and his mom devastated.

The loss took quite a toll on both Hunter and his mom, to say the least, though it hit Hunter the most. Hunter emotionally shut down for a while, going from bright, even energetic, excitable, and optimistic, to more quiet, sullen, withdrawn, and (mentally) exhausted, understandably depressed. The pain was felt by his mom too, but together they found comfort in one another, listened to each other, and grieved together. Hunter was understanding towards his mom, who wasn’t only grieving herself but also adapting to her new role as a single parent, as well as trying to comfort her son to the best of her ability, so he never really gave her a hard time during it all. Over time, his mom, his friends, as well as his bandana, steadily helped him through his grief, though as stated, they were there for each other, the same could be said for his friends, being there for him, listening, and offering comfort whenever they could, as for his bandana, in a way, it’d offer him some comfort through his loss whenever he wore it, it helped him cope, and though it took a while, almost a full year to be exact, and all of those things helped Hunter get through his rough and dark times. 

After some time had passed, things were going well for Hunter and his mom, things were starting to look up, Hunter’s heartbreak had eased, and even learning to accept the loss of his dad. To a certain extent, he felt better, much better, the same could be said for his mom too. Although, while Hunter thought he had moved on, at the same time, he hadn’t fully moved on or healed. Deep down, he'd still find himself lingering on old memories of his father and the past, leaving a bittersweet feeling that would sometimes get him emotional, longing for his presence again even though he was gone, unable to shake the sense of loss and grief that still burdened his heart, even if it had eased up compared to how it was at first. He was somewhat conflicted with himself, he understood that coping with loss wasn't an easy thing, yet he expected his grief to gradually fade away, or better yet go away, especially seeing how things had just gotten better. He didn’t want his mom to worry too much about him, he remembered how much she couldn’t bear seeing him depressed, even if she was depressed too at the time, he couldn’t bear seeing his mom sad, ever, not wanting to add any more stress to her life, not to mention, it was part of his dad’s dying wish. This also applied to his friends, not wanting them to worry too much about him. In short, Hunter didn’t want to burden anyone with his scars. He knew his mom and his friends would be very understanding. Still, he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, even if that meant keeping almost everything about him truly felt away from his mom and friends. Still, Hunter believed that as long as he wasn’t hurting anyone, or, himself, then maybe it wasn’t so bad, and maybe eventually his grief would go away. He thought he had already opened up enough, and now that things were better, he wanted to move on. 

Moving forward, Hunter was going on with his life, taking things a bit easier, even if he wasn’t really like his younger self anymore, he was pretty content, still living his life. Hunter would also bond and grow close to his mom, though she had grown more protective of him, to the point of being overprotective, at least to Hunter he thought she was overprotective, though she wasn’t being that overprotective, and he understood why she was though, but still, it wasn’t like he couldn’t take care of himself, but he still loved his mom. Hunter had also slowly taken interest in a bad boy lifestyle, he liked the care-free and laid-back attitude, and the edge it gave, plus, he liked the badass nature too, he just admired the overall vibe it had, and figured it couldn’t hurt, though he’d take it slow, since he knew his mom probably wouldn’t be too happy about his new lifestyle choice, didn’t want her catching on right away... So at first, he’d start wearing darker clothes, particularly black or gray, occasionally a little color though, and all while wearing his bandana. He’d start listening to different types of music. Then he’d start expressing his opinions a bit more strongly and be more outspoken about things, but still respectable at the same time. Though it didn’t take long for his mom to catch on, she wasn’t completely oblivious, she knew her son when she questioned him about it and asked why he was acting differently. Hunter was hesitant to fully tell her at first, but he told her that he admired the bad boy lifestyle, but he assured her that he just liked the style, and he’d try not to let it all go to his head. Although she was initially concerned that, she “agreed” to it, there’d be a few ground rules of course, but she said she’d tolerate/allow it as long as he followed as he didn’t take it too far and remained a “good” bad boy, and Hunter agreed, he couldn’t believe she said yes! Not that she’s that strict type of a parent who says “no” all the time, but he just didn’t think she’d allow it. Hunter slowly immersed himself more and more into his new lifestyle, he'd try experimenting with a few boundaries and set rules here and there, just to see how much he could get away with, or rather see what his mom would and wouldn’t be ok with. Nothing serious mind you, he was still kinda young (14 to be exact-), some things his mom would actually be fine with, some she wouldn’t be fine with, others would earn him a stern lecture, and then other things he tried would either get him grounded or get him the dreaded chancla treatment, though sometimes he’d try whatever got him in trouble, he’s not really a quitter, and he at least had to try once or twice. After a while, Hunter grew even more comfortable with his new lifestyle and had even managed to find a perfect balance of his new style while not going overboard. Hunter would also grow more confident, independent, and mostly carefree, his friends seemed to like his new style, he’d get noticed more both at and outside of school, and his mom seemed more cool with his new style. However, deep down he’d still feel grief, though he tried to hide it, sometimes his friends and mom, mainly his mom, would be onto him bottling up his grief and feelings, even using this new whole bad boy thing as a sort of mask, though, he didn’t think he was… though he would be somewhat open about what bothered him sometimes, he’d hardly really allow himself to be vulnerable and tell them the whole thing. But at the same time, Hunter found his new style to be helpful in taking his mind off the grief he felt, he had a handful of ways of coping, some he kept to himself, and this one felt like one of the more effective ways. Hunter felt that in a way, he had found himself, that maybe this new lifestyle was meant for him after all.

Hunter had also rediscovered his passion for motorcycles, though it never really left his interests to begin with, after all, he was getting older, one of his childhood best friends was also into motorcycles, plus he thought it’d be great to go along with his new style. Though he wasn’t sure his mom would consider one nowadays, considering how protective she is and all, but whenever he asked about getting one, it’d be an “I’ll think about it.” While it could just be a motherly way of saying no, Hunter would keep his fingers crossed, just in case.

In 2008, it would be Hunter’s 16th birthday, it’d be at his house in the backyard, it was pretty spacious, so once his friends got there, everyone was ready to party and have a blast. Hunter always thought his parents, now his mom, threw him the best parties, and got the best gifts, like his first bike, toys, video games, a guitar, and a laptop, you can say he’s a “tad” spoiled, but grateful, and he was just as excited for this birthday too, all while wondering what his mom could’ve gotten him that year. As the party went on, after having some fun, having some pizza and cake, and handing out some gifts, that’s when his mom said she had a surprise waiting for Hunter out front, as he was walking to the front of the house his mind was racing, could it be? Could he finally be getting a motorcycle like he’s always wanted?! When he got there, it was-!… nothing, nothing at all, but, that’s when the garage door started to open, and when he saw it, he felt his heart skip a beat, he couldn’t believe what he saw, it was a sleek jet black cruiser with red and orange/yellow flames, as well as some gear like a helmet, jacket, vest, and a few other things. Hunter slowly approached the motorcycle, it looked even better up close, he could take in every little detail of it, he carefully swung his leg over the bike and took hold of the handlebars, and with a deep breath, he revved it up, and hearing the engine come to life, it was music to his ears, the whole thing even made him tear up a little. It was even better than Hunter could’ve imagined, his mom really outdid herself, it was the perfect gift. And taking his new ride out for a spin for the first time, it was truly exhilarating, Hunter loved the thrill, the sound of his motorcycle, the feeling of the wind blowing past him, and the open road, it was a rush! It made him feel like he was alive, and in a way, he felt free. He even remembered taking his mom for a ride on it for the first time, according to her he’d go too fast sometimes, but he didn’t think did, though her, and 1 or 2 speeding tickets on separate occasions might say otherwise. However, after a while, Hunter would sometimes be asked by his mom to drive her to and from work, run errands, or ride with him. She had even gotten herself a helmet and gear, so he could tell she’d gotten used to riding with him, just one more thing they could kinda bond over. It was safe to say that Hunter couldn’t be happier with his motorcycle, and like his bandana, he’d cherish it as long as he lived.

In early 2010, now 18 years old, Hunter was still himself, still wearing his bandana, still riding his motorcycle, and still sticking to his (“good”) bad-boy lifestyle. Nothing much had changed, however, it was also the year that Hunter’s life was about to change. Hunter was just finishing a long shift at a fast food burger joint he worked at, having gotten the job when he was 17, it was tolerable at best, at worst shifts tend to drag and he had to deal with douche-y customers, but it paid kinda well, anyway, when it was finally time to clock out, he couldn’t be more relieved, after all, the cool breeze outside certainly beat the smell of kitchen easily. Once he was out, Hunter called his mom just to let her know he was off work. When he was asked if he was going straight home, at first, he was, but then he decided he’d ride around first before coming home, after all, it was pretty nice out that day. His mom wasn’t sure though, but he reassured her that he’d be careful and he’d be back home before dark, after that, she allowed it. So with that, Hunter put on his helmet and gear, got on his bike, and hit the road, riding around Town for a bit, before he decided he'd take a rural road, just for a “scenic” and long route, since it’d loop back around to town, then he could make his way back home. while he was on the road, halfway through his ride, there were these 2 sports cars that came up behind him. They had a very dark purple paint, and they also had black tinted windows. And he had to admit, they looked pretty nice and stylish, they also had this emblem on the front, he couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be though, he had seen those types of sports cars in town sometimes, but it certainly wasn’t a car brand he’d ever seen before, maybe it was something custom made, but he wasn’t sure. They drove side by side, and they just sorta followed behind him, when he saw them, he thought nothing of them, he just figured that they wanted to go around him, but no, they just trailed behind him, even with all the room on the road. It was a bit weird after a while, he even slightly slowed down and tried signaling them that they could pass him, but still, they stayed at the exact speed behind him. That’s when Hunter decided he’d speed up a little, having gotten a bit uncomfortable with how they weren’t really doing anything, so after he distanced himself from the 2 cars and looked back into his mirror, he’d see they were still side by side going the same speed, surely this had to be some kind of “joke” or they felt like tailgating him for some reason, why else did they keep doing that for this long? he thought to himself. Suddenly with no warning whatsoever, one of the cars just sped up, and rammed Hunter from behind, busting his rear light, it scared the hell out of him, despite being caught off guard, he managed to keep his balance, but there was no way that wasn’t an accident. So Hunter went as fast as he could, ignoring all speeding laws, for all he knew, those 2 wanted him dead!  As a result, the 2 cars would chase after him, the one that hit him keeping up with him the most, he was hoping he could get back to town or get far enough away and they’d give up, but that was short-lived… Hunter managed to evade them for a while before the first car went full speed, ramming off his motorcycle, he was sent flying a couple of feet in the air, at that moment, he was completely silent and still, frozen in fear, everything felt like it was slow. Then when he hit the ground, everything came back to him, he was tumbling, rolling, and skidding for a bit down the road, and his bike did the same, sliding much further than he did. (word limit)

When he came to a stop, he was unconscious, the first car that hit him sped past him, while the other car stopped a good distance away from Hunter, it started to burn out, staying in place as if waiting for him to wake up. When he came to, everything was spinning, he struggled to gain his bearings, his head throbbed from the impact, his ears were ringing, his vision was slightly blurry, his body felt sore, and he could taste blood in his mouth. The impact knocked a lot out of him, he was pretty winded and somewhat shaking. It was a miracle he was still alive, but it hurt to move. Just when he was catching his breath, and his vision cleared up, as well as most of his hearing clearing up, he saw the 2nd car speeding right towards him, they looked fully intent on running him over, “This is it, this is how I die...” He thought to himself, he quickly braced himself, his life flashing before his eyes, however, just when the car was a couple of feet away from hitting Hunter, it swerved around and past him, after it passed him, Hunter opened his eyes and turned around, just to watch as the second car ran over his motorcycle before speeding off behind the first one, if his motorcycle wasn’t totaled at first, it was now… “CRASH AND BURN IN HELL, CABRONES!…” Hunter shouted out, flipping off the cars even as they drove off, though he was thankful they were gone. He’d lie on his back for a few minutes, he was still winded, and everything hurt to move, but oddly not too much. He didn’t move from where he was at first, he didn’t know if he’d broken anything. Despite being totaled, the only thing that seemed to still be somewhat working was the headlight, but it just seemed to flicker on and off, but other than that, it was completely wrecked. Despite still being in pain, Hunter managed to move himself to the side of the road, propping himself against a tree. He tried pulling his phone out of his pocket to call 911, but, pulling it out, it was broken and useless, so it seemed like he was gonna have to hope that someone would come down the road and see him, and although it was a few minutes of waiting, eventually, someone came. Hunter couldn't be more relieved as the car slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road in front of him, coming to a stop. The driver quickly got out of their car and rushed over to Hunter, he actually recognized the driver, her name being June, not only was she one of his mom’s friends, but he was also best friends with her son, and even though Hunter was wearing his helmet, June immediately recognized him by his bandana, and as luck would also have it, she also happened to be a nurse, so Hunter knew he was in good hands. June immediately looked over Hunter for any signs of serious injuries, she could tell he was pretty battered up, though she did her best to keep him calm and comforted.

When she asked him what happened, all Hunter told her was that he was in a hit-and-run with 2 cars, hearing this, June would call for an ambulance, telling him they’d be there as soon as possible, then she would stay close to his side to keep a close eye on him and to keep him company, and after making sure Hunter was situated, she also called his mom, just to let her know what happened, although he was a bit nervous about how his mom would react, given how this was something she always feared happening, him getting in an accident or something, but he understood it was probably for the best to let her know, plus, it might make her feel somewhat better to know that he was ok. As June was on the phone, Hunter’s body slowly started to ache worse than before, he felt lightheaded, he started hyperventilating, his heart started to beat faster, and his body shook uncontrollably, he could even feel himself panicking, the adrenaline, the only thing that was keeping him conscious was starting to wear off. Hunter even weakly tried to get June’s attention, which she immediately noticed, she knelt to his level and tried doing the best she could to help and support him, though her voice was distant and muffled in his ears. Hunter tried to keep himself from passing out, but his body said otherwise, and after a few more moments of trying to stay awake, he fully lost consciousness. After that, things were pretty fuzzy. He was still unconscious, but he remembered, snippets of things, though they were muffled and still somewhat blurry, one instance, he remembered seeing and somewhat hearing the paramedics rushing to him before he blacked out, then he partially remembered being in the back of the ambulance as they were driving before blacking out again, and last thing he remembered was being rushed through the halls at the Hospital, and, he swore he heard his mom screaming out his name, and then, he blacked out completely.

Later, hours had passed, and Hunter would slowly regain consciousness, he opened his eyes, though his vision was still kinda blurry at first, but after a few blinks, his vision was back to normal, but now everything was sort of bright at first. At first, Hunter didn’t exactly know where he was, though he’d hear the sound of monitors beeping, distant chatter, phones ringing, and other things, and after his eyes adjusted to the lights, he’d get a bearing of his surroundings and realized he was in a hospital room, and despite everything he had gone through, he felt a bit at ease now. Hunter’s body felt slightly sore and numb, but at least it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as it was that, he also tasted, or rather, felt something in his mouth, it was gauze for the bleeding, he also had some bandages wrapped around certain parts of his body, as well as some stitches too. Hunter then noticed his mom talking with June, they hadn’t seen that he was awake yet, but he could tell just by looking at his mom that she had been through it, she looked exhausted, and he could tell she had been crying too…, so, Hunter would let out a (muffled) “Hey, mamá.”, hearing his voice immediately caught her attention, and she couldn’t be anymore happier and relieved, at first she wanted to hug him, though June had to stop her, probably because he hadn’t fully healed and he just woke up, so she’d settle on lightly caressing his cheek then lightly held his hand, and Hunter would just lie his head against her hand, and he’d hold hers too, feeling relieved and more than happy to see her again. June would remove the gauze from Hunter’s mouth, asking how he was, he felt ok, not 100%, nowhere near it yet, but he felt better than he was last night. Hunter had been out for 12 hours, the crash having done a number on him. After a few brief and simple examinations and checks, the doctors and June would leave Hunter to rest, they’d ask him what happened after he got some rest. This also left him and his mom alone in the Hospital room. The two of them would just talk and such, though Hunter felt like he was missing something, his bandana, though his mom revealed that she was holding onto it, she knew how much it meant to him, so she’d give it back once he was out of the Hospital, which was reassuring for him. Hunter’s mom would tell him just how scared she was, heartbroken that something like that happened to him, afraid she could have lost him, but seeing him wake up, and seeing that he was ok after she felt so miserable, made her night. Hunter couldn’t help but smile at her comment, even though he apologized for putting her through that, his mom sternly yet motherly told him he had nothing to be sorry for, she was just more than happy that he was ok.

The next day, after getting some rest, Hunter would be asked by the doctor, what happened last night, June had told them what he said “A hit-and-run with 2 cars”, but they wanted the full story, not to mention to get law enforcement involved to see if they could find the 2 drivers that nearly killed him, so, he told them everything, from the moment they came up behind him and followed him for a while, refusing to pass, to one of them suddenly rear-ending him, forcing him to speed off to try and get away from them, and to them chase him down, one of them knocking him off his motorcycle, and nearly being hit by the other one until it swerved around him and hit his motorcycle instead. He would also describe the cars in the best detail he could, to their purple paint, black tinted windows, and that emblem he still wasn’t sure about, he even drew it out from memory, but it was enough information. As for Hunter’s injuries, he had suffered a hairline fracture in his arm, and some bruises, cuts, and abrasions, a bit minor though, but still, and as stated, some of them had to be wrapped up, and a few of them required stitches, he lost a tooth, and had a slight laceration on his tongue, probably from accidentally biting himself, in fact, the most major thing he suffered was when he went unconscious. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive and didn’t break anything, so, he got off kinda lucky. Hunter would spend 2 weeks at the Hospital, for recovery and a bit of further observation and such, he’d do a bit of physical things just to make sure there wouldn’t be any issues before he was released, even though it kinda hurt because of the stitches, and he was still somewhat sore, he could still walk and do other things normally, just nothing too strenuous at first or anything. And it wasn’t so bad, since he’d get frequent visits from his mom and his friends, so it was nice to have them around and keep him company and all. His mom had even brought him a new cell phone while he was there, since the last one broke and all. Although he did have occasional nightmares about the crash here and there, he also couldn’t shake the feeling of “Man, I could’ve died that night.”, though he wouldn’t it get to him, and after 2 weeks had passed, Hunter was finally out of the Hospital, he couldn’t be more happier to be back home, not happier than his mom though, but still, it was great to finally be home.

The next day, Hunter had been, meaning to talk to his mom about something, he had wanted to talk about it at the Hospital, but he decided he’d wait until he got home, in fact, he had actually almost forgotten until he went into the garage, only saw his mom’s car and remembered, “Oh, yeah… I, don't have a motorcycle anymore.” So, Hunter and his mom would sit down, finally asking her, about buying a new motorcycle, his mom would answer him with a stern, “No”, arguing that what happened was too close of a call, and she didn’t wanna risk anything, not to mention those 2 cars that hit him were still out there. Hunter didn’t want to take “no” for an answer, he’d try to argue back that what happened wasn’t his fault, how it wasn’t fair, and how he could be more careful, even though it wasn’t his fault for what happened, he even offered to chip in and help pay for a new one, even if it meant he had to pay full price for it. Despite his protests, his mom wasn’t willing to budge on her decision, she understood his frustration and knew it wasn’t his fault for what happened, but she said “no”, and it was final. While Hunter felt pretty pissed about the whole thing, his motorcycle was his passion, and his mother’s decision felt like more of a punishment for something that wasn’t his fault more than anything, he was pretty frustrated, but at the same time, he couldn’t stay mad at his mom, after all, he could’ve died that night, and he was irreplaceable to her. So, even though he didn’t want to, Hunter would ultimately accept that he’d never ride a motorcycle, ever again. A few months would pass and things were, mostly back to normal, in a sense. Hunter was back to living his life, working at his job, and still wearing his bandana. He now drove his mom’s car to get around or rode with her to places, though he had to be dropped off and picked up on work days. Hunter had gotten used to the changes, but sometimes he couldn’t help but reminisce about riding it again, he missed the thrill, the sound of his motorcycle engine, the feeling of the wind, and he especially missed that feeling of feeling alive and free, something he felt that only his motorcycle could deliver on. He just wished his mom would reconsider, but, there was no use whining about it, his mom’s word was final.

On one particular day, while Hunter was at home, he’d get a call from his mom, just to check on him and everything, however, while on the phone, she told him that she had some news, for him, but she didn’t say what, when he asked her about it she told him it could be anything, and he’d find out what it was soon, all with a hint of motherly smugness in her voice. Even if it was probably something basic or wasn’t that interesting at all, the tone in his mom’s voice said otherwise. So the day went on, Hunter would lounge around, play some video games, draw, and do other things until his mom came home, he eagerly waited to see what his mom had to say, but that was the worst part… she didn’t mention anything about the news, didn’t even hint about it, not once, they just talked a bit about how their days were, ate dinner, did a few other things, and then they went to bed... Now he was even more curious about what she had in mind. The next day, a bright day, Hunter would tiredly walk downstairs to the kitchen where his mom was making breakfast. He wasn’t tired from staying up thinking about what the news was, he was a bit of a night owl, though it was part of the reason. As they ate, Hunter’s mom told him that after he finished eating, to wash up and get dressed, they had a few errands to run, he asked her if there was anything else, and all she’d say was "Heh, well, who knows, we've got a lot of free time today, so, anything could happen.” though she had a slight smirk, only slight, but he'd take that as a sign that maybe she had something else planned today. So, after breakfast, Hunter showered, got dressed, grabbed his bandana, and then they were out and about, going through Town to, like she said, run around and do a few errands. A few hours passed by, and all of a sudden, Hunter’s mom asked him to close his eyes for a bit, it was a surprise. Looks like it was finally happening! Hunter was still pretty hyped, and after about a 2-minute drive, they’d come to a complete stop, his mom would tell him he could open his eyes now, and when he opened them, he’d see they were at a Motorcycle place, it was the same place his mom had gotten his motorcycle, gear and all, at first, while Hunter was excited, they, had to be there for a different reason, right? After all, his mom said it herself, no more riding motorcycles, it was final, well, turns out she had changed her mind, she’d even let him pick out whatever motorcycle he wanted, Hunter was pretty overjoyed to say the least, though there was one little catch…, if he wanted a new motorcycle this time, it was on him. His mom said he was old enough, he was the one who wanted a new motorcycle, so she felt like he had to earn it himself, though she was willing to buy it for him next year or so for his next birthdays. Hunter was conflicted, he knew it would be a lot of work, and it’d probably be his birthday by the time he worked up enough money! But, he was motivated, especially if it would get him a new motorcycle sooner. So, the 2 of them would walk through the lot, looking at all the motorcycles they had, "Hunter loved his old motorcycle; he'd probably end up getting the same model too. But at the same time, it didn't hurt to look around a little. Though he did get distracted by a mystery rider stopped at a red light, something about her caught his attention. For starters, her sleek blue motorcycle looked sleek, modern, pretty kickass, and probably very expensive, but still. And the rider herself, wearing a full helmet, and fully clad in a leather suit, thought she was pretty attractive, smoking hot even. Though it would earn him a teasing punch from his mom, though he’d say he wasn’t staring, much. After looking around at every motorcycle there was at the place, Hunter had finally found a motorcycle that he wanted! and it was only $4,500… Again, he had the option to either save up a lot of money and buy the motorcycle himself, or wait and let his mom buy one for him…

So, going into the Summer, Hunter was more than determined to make all that money he needed, it didn’t matter how long it’d take, or how many shifts it’d take, he was getting that motorcycle one way or another. Hunter knew he’d have a long road ahead of him to make all that much cash, but, in the end, it’d all be worth it! Besides, what could happen?

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TFP OC- Hunter Reyes (1/2)

Meet Hunter, Hunter Reyes. Son of Hope Reyes, and ally of Team Prime. Bio: https://www.tumblr.com/fazscare87/766640951478403072/tfp-oc-hunter-reyes-bio?source=share

(I plan on doing a slight continuation/story rendition of the RP my friend and I did, but that’s a good stopping point-) -As stated, this is just part 1, you’ll see what part 2 is when I get around to it~ Hope you guys like it and have a Faztastic night! ^^ (Fun Facts -Voice: Daryl Sabara -Hunter is half Hispanic and can speak Spanish quite fluently, though he prefers to speak English half the time. He also knows a bit of Japanese, not perfect Japanese, but still, though he’s learning it from a friend. -Hunter has near-perfect 20/20 vision, passed down from his mom, even though she wears contacts or glasses.

=Hunter doesn't only use his Laptop for personal uses and other private things, but sometimes, he also records himself to give his dad "updates", as if he's still there with him, even though Hugo's gone, Hunter chooses to do it, plus it's a small way of coping, -Hunter is the type to collect Tech-Decks, just because, plus they’re pretty fun.

-Hunter is artistic and even paints his to “look cool”, mostly painting them black, even if he kinda bites them all the time.

-(Even though in this AU, Hunter and his mom, including Fowler, are the only ones on Team Prime) Hunter would know and be friends with Jack, Miko, and Raf. Though I’d particularly say with Jack, mainly because Hope and June would be friends. As for Miko and Raf, he’d probably know through school or for the same reason he knows Jack, through Hope knowing June/their moms. As for relations, Hunter would consider all 3 of them close friends, even acting brotherly to each of them. For Jack, the two of them would be quite close, having almost similar likes and interests, particularly motorcycles- but they’d also probably be the closest friends. For Miko, she and Hunter would probably chill and probably listen to Slash Monkey, sometimes getting into shenanigans, but Hunter wouldn’t be as chaotic as Miko, in fact he’d try to keep her out of trouble, but they’d be pretty chill with each other, Hunter would also probably ask Miko to teach him some Japanese. And Raf? Hunter would be chill as well, just playing a video game or hanging out, though Hunter would be the most brotherly and protective to him, mainly because Raf’s the smallest and youngest, but not too overprotective though, but brotherly.

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Hello Fuck Slug, how the fuck are you?

say hello to the fuck slug

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ANOTHER TFP QUESTION: If you were a part of Team Prime, which Autobot would you pick as your partner/guardian and why?

For me, one of my choices would be Arcee, but not for the memes though- ~~And I have never ridden a Motorcycle let alone really a bike IRL-~~. Now, despite her track record with Partners, I'd think she'd be the most reliable and motivated to protect her new one, plus she could use some comfort and a hug- But to break away from Arcee, I'd either pick Ratchet, or Bumblebee, Ratchet because he mostly stays at the Base and he's a medic, ~~even if he knows nothing on how to heal Humans he can probably learn-~~. And for Bumblebee, he seems like a pretty chill bot, reliable, loyal and protective, and even if there'd be a "language"-barrier, I'm sure we could work something out, or like how I wrote Hunter and Bee's relationship, try reading Bee's body language and use gestures. ~~Though I don't talk much IRL, so that would kinda work out too in a way-~~

(Though I’d probably pick any of them, except probably Wheeljack or Smokescreen- nothing personal though.

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TFP scenario: You’re in a forest, being hunted down by Airachnid. What’s your plan to survive?

I am sorry for anyone that doesn’t know jack about Transformers, but I can give a short synopsis if you wanna answer-

Airachnid, a sadistic 18 foot spider transformer that loves to hunt different species from different planets, to the point of that species being endangered, collecting their heads as trophies. Being a sadist, as well as a former torture expert, also likes to butcher and torture her victims. And this case, she’s on Earth, and she has a slot reserved for a human trophy, that means you, run.

(Just felt like I’d switch it up a bit lol-)

Have a Faztastic Day ^^