Ahhhh I Love Her!!

Pfft. She would absolutely say this...

Older pinup of mine I touched up, re-did Jack and Miko too

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Cliff!! Mah boy!.

more Transformers 🤖

RELAX bro

Exciting amount of interest in my bones and such so wanted to share a quick reel from my last market. 🥰

His mouth tightened into a firm line, optics narrowing in displeasure. Leader... hmph If there was one thing Wheeljack hated, it was any attempt to 'reign him in'.

And if there was a second, it was that the blasted feline was right. He could already hear Optimus' stern voice reminding him of the Autobot moral code.

'His code,' the Wrecker grumbled to himself. Autobot he may have been, but that did not mean all of his opinions aligned with theirs. He was a shoot first ask questions later kinda bot. This... diplomatic scrap was for chumps like Magnus.

The broad mech warred with himself over the most effective course of action. While shooting this fragger square in the face would be satisfying, it would yield no useful results. He wanted whatever information this Con could give him, which would be exactly none if he scrapped them.

So... they needed to be brought in - online - for further questioning. Alright then... he could make that work. What was the human phrase... more than one way to skin a cat? A fitting idiom.

"Innocent?" he scoffed, stowing his cannon. "Then you won't mind comin' with me for a quick little trip?"

He lunged, intent on scruffing the unruly beast.

@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.