Damn 😍

Stamp of approval. Make em sweat.

legal disclaimer that I'm not saying we should execute CEOs in the street, but what if we doxxed them. what if we plastered their names and faces all over social media. what if we made them nervous to go out in public for fear of actually experiencing a single consequence for their actions. what if we built a culture where CEOs get regularly bitch-slapped in the street is what I'm saying

"Let you pass, huh? Why? So you can sink yer claws into my back during our next run in? I don't think so."

They were poised to move. He could read it in the stiff lines of their frame. He would have to be ready - for offense or defense, he wasn't certain, though he'd be willing to bet on the former. He did, after all, have the upper servo. And somewhere at the back of his processor, a niggling suspicion. Did he... know this bot? Size and shape hinted at one particular individual... but they had perished, had they not?

Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to coax some information from them. He'd been told he could be quite... persuasive.

Nudging the end of his weapon a little closer, Wheeljack pressed, "Why don't you start by giving me your designation, along with your reason for bein' all the way out here?Cooperate, and I might just consider civility."

@gutter-bot liked for a starter.

Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

Noooo not Screamy!

sadly, Starscream has died in a glue trap

megatron/ratchet，combined by an accident，still work hard。

“so this is how you Decepticons submit plan reports，emm? ”

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Aaaaand sum Tarantulas....

Tarantulas fanart! Should have added it a while ago :)

I died. Why is this so funny? 😂

Smokescreen: Ow! My armkle!

Megatron: Your what

Ultra Magnus: His wrist.

UGHHHHHH issogood!!

Big. Beautiful.

My good sir, who gave you permission to be so scrumptious?!

First time try to draw a (not chibi) TF.

Edited: the size of his medical box