#the birdboi!!

[apricot-the-apricat]

Zephy's ref sheet!!

Quick summary on him: Zeph is Harold's husband and Rivulet's brother. His job issss basically being an assassin, both working for the kingdom and for anyone who pays him enough, given he doesn't get tasked to kill someone he actually cares about. He's nice tho, kinda quiet, kinda selfish, not really into the whole murder thing but it's his job and he's stuck with it. Will defend his 'decision' to have this job if asked so he can justify his actions to himself.

There's more info on him in his art fight page :]

[egophiliac]

I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!

(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)

[bumfuzzled-bee]

⚡️ Staticky ⚡️

[raviola-triggers]

are ya winin sunday? (he's not)

[spinowolfie]

Kazakhstan! I had so much fun drawing this guy!

Honestly I love drawing anythings that has bird or dragon features on them. Or make it up that fits them!

I did look at some of like outfits that would fit Kazakhstan. Again I might redraw sometimes when I get the chance. This was a just small drawing him! And I really love his wings.

Yes he is a he, I given wing eyelashes judge me I like them on him!

He just a feathery bird country boy

[sorormaior]

death

[megjgrey]

Lil throwback for this month’s postcard 🫡

[allmondnojoy]

bunch of Miitopia miis I made while I try working through drawing burnout hhhh

[abutteredspoon]

Color for the bird!!!

[flumet]

[cacklingskeleton]

People who make horror movie lists know that there are actual animated horror movies right?

Like they don't need to put Hotel Transylvania or the Addams Family on their animated horror list, stuff like Mad God and Birdboy exists

[plsnnn]

Little fandom pictures

[jaymber]

I'm spite-watching at this point.

Start of Vigilante (?)/Runaway Deku Arc is just 🤣

WHO is supposed to protect the kid with no self-preservation skills rn? 😭

[frogandbird]

sorry about quality, tumblr killed it per usual T-T

this is not canon to sos!!1! i just wanted to use them for this re-draw

[bilgewater01]

terror boys who should be rescued into some bird sanctuary:

1. George Henry Hodgson

2. Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte

[witchofthesouls]

Okay I had an ask about a follow-up on the Truck dad and amnesiac bird son dimensional hoppers pair post, but I couldn't fit as more outright creepy/weird shit our boy do. A lot of hints, though.

Here's a piece on Jack's fondness for big animals and secrets.

Optimus should have known something was afoot with Jack, especially with his most recent line of questions and the new direction his drawings had taken on: a large, black canine in the desert, aerial views of the surrounding landscapes, anatomy of local creatures, and multi-eyed birds with strange trinkets in their beaks.

As much Jack was enamored with the animal companions in this universe’s version of the Ark and its Autobots, Sideswipe’s proletariat cat and Prowl’s turbohound were too busy to keep by the sparkling's side.

Despite the extreme species-swap and his regression to a child state, Jack had taken to his Cybertronian frame well. Enough that oddities could be rationally explained by the loss of creators.

(And if this version of the Autobots took it one way, then Optimus won't correct them, especially with Jack's mimicry with natural birdsong overlapping with newspark noises.)

Jack was generally obedient. He took heed of Optimus’ warnings to remain close to him and not to wander away in a certain distance.

However, Jack was good with words. Quick to find loopholes as well. He may not flick a wing-tip over the established boundaries to chase after whatever curious thing had caught his attention, but more than once Optimus found his charge scurrying out from potholes on the streets, broken entrances beneath buildings, and perched high up on the local greenery or infrastructure to peek at something, like a nest of local fauna.

Jack had said he didn’t leave the ship. And that was true. He hadn’t.

He simply coaxed the wildlife to him instead.

It was a hassle to smooth over the growing trend of murders and conspiracies of blackbirds hounding the nearby towns for cash for their “snackies” of seeds and McDonald's, then they uncovered his newest pet.

Not an abandoned dog, or a raccoon, or a house cat, or a hawk, or a toad, or anything Sparkplug reminiscenced over his son's mudpie days. Not something small, easily managed, and no threat to the human personnel.

Those strange grey-blue optics stared at Optimus so pleadily, arms wrapped carefully around the creature. The mountain lion, nearly full grown and quite docile in Jack’s arms, only grumbled, almost bored by the entire ordeal. It yawned wide, showing off teeth reminiscent of military-frame sets of sharp denta.

Animals, especially predatory and scavenger species, was something else Jack was good with, too. And Optimus had no idea what to make of that…

“Please, papa! I made her a bed and kept the wound clean!"

Oh, yes, Jack ran a neat, little clandestine operation in the back. Taking advantage that few mechs were willing to venture near the Dinobots’ living quarters and his own oddities whenever he sang to blackbirds outside the open entrance, he managed to squeeze himself into a nook between boulders that opened into a hidden cavern where he kept an injured mountain lion.

No one had any idea how Jack managed to keep the animal fed, let alone sneak it past the entrance. Too many eyes in the main halls to drag large carcasses, and living matter didn't do well with subspaces. Optimus could hear Red Alert's jaw cracking from pressure-related stress. No doubt combing through the security systems and finding nothing. Jazz and Prowl would be interested in the holes as well.

That was a large issue, and it needed to be addressed. Preferably away from the public.

“-and I'll love her and walk her and I change her water every day and I know how to feed her because Chickadee taught me how to how-"

"Jack,” Optimus interrupted the deluge of words, his tone gentle yet firm. He crouched down to meet those tearful optics, Jack's wingspan ticked up and down. The mountain lion's ears twitched but it remained at ease. “We can't keep her here. That's a wild animal. She's used to miles of free terrain to roam. Not being enclosed and hidden away on a ship.”

Jack inhaled sharply but said nothing in response. It wasn't childish defiance staring back at Optimus. More like guardian possessiveness: Mineminemine, Jack's entire frame projected, dropping away the usual behavior of staying hidden.

“You and I must return to our universe. We can't bring this one, especially into an environment she has no experience in. It would be cruel to do so. Even if we release her back at our base, everything she knew would be either too different or nonexistent. Remember your exploration of the places you once lived in?”

Jack hiccuped out a warbling noise at the reminder, and Optimus could feel a few mechs’ willpower crumbling away at that sound. He coiled his field around the boy, and Jack immediately latched onto him, anchoring deep as he leveled out the sharp notes and soothed away the hurts.

“We can find a suitable wildlife rehab or a sanctuary.”

"Can we visit her?”

“I’m sure we can find time.”