[He’s already stressed. He’s already anxious. He’s already /irritated/. And now history is repeating itself or MECH is just making it its mission to royally piss everyone off with some sick taunt. Whatever. It’s fine. They’ll deal with them. He won’t block the account, better to keep an eye on

Cliffjumper arrived to the City Hall without much of an issue, Why would he. Walking in wasn't part that put him on pause. It was the fact of how empty it was past the main floor. As he stated hitting the lower levels of the building, his platting began to crawl. Normally there would be at the-

[Codexa's systems onlined slowly. Her entire frame- no, every cable and line in her frame felt muddy. While she did have the occasional rough morning it was never like this. Why was she waking up so slowly? She- eugh… what was that disgusting taste on her glossa?! Why was her intake so dry?] -

[Halk looked up from her cooking, seeing the message pop up on her phone. She smiled, setting down her utensils and replying to Codexa with hearts, telling her to be safe. Then she went back to cooking.]

[The man walked from side to side. He needs to come up with something. Optimus was taken away a long time ago. Or was he? Damn, it's so hard without a chronometer! How do these organicists even count time in this situation?! He didn't like this body, it was weak, it was pathetic. /He hates it./ —

Processor ache

Cliffjumper read the recommendation. He then looked through the data pads on his desk. Nothing about Central Hall. He got up from his desk, walking over to the cluster of desks of agents and primes that worked exclusively on city hall and council surveillance. They gave him their most-

Can’t believe Starscream is gunna get drawn and quartered /again/.

Usual comms available btw, if interested hmu✌🏼

(4/11)

*Alpha Trion stared at his datapad with pure contempt. Unplugging the cable he threw it to the opposite wall in his office. Could the fools do anything right?! The job hadn't been done.*

Wheelie: Come on! Its time: to party party birthday bot! [Soundblaster stood at the front of the house yelling up to his amica. He tapped his foot on the ground. A present held in his hands as he look at his interal clock. Also messaging Bombshell.]

[Halk closed the doors to her shop for the last time. She had already cleaned the place out and placed its contents into storage. The last things were her applings and the sign, which she loaded into the back of her truck. She would probably destroy the applings later, but they still had-

[As if pushed through a morbid hospital on gurney, Optimus could only stare at the ceiling of the dim hallways he was currently being transported through.] [No matter how much the Prime tried to free himself of his binds, the thick metal that sapped his power gave no leeway to him whatsoever. —

[Wheelie stirred awake, dull pain throbbing across his entire frame. Excitement and nervousness quickly filled his EM field, realizing what day it was.] [He quickly sat up, wincing slightly. That didn’t deter him as he quickly got up and ran towards the light switch, turning it on.] -

@ratchet-hatchet.bsky.social Ah, just as I said it I actually found one. It's from way before I got into the academy...I think. It's hard to remember the past. But I do remember that I always had scratches from running around and tripping on tiny things, I was too energetic at the time hehe

It’s my birthday today!! I hope everyone has a good day!!

[Halk quietly snuck into Wheelie's room. The mechling was fast asleep after trying to stay up past midnight for his birthday. She smiled down fondly at her son, spread out starfish-like on the bed, snoring lightly. Marvelling at his frame's growth, she thought, 'He's getting so big.' -

Thats definitely his long forgotten twin Notimus Prone

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘; 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐 (𝚜): 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚊] @thesuperiormachine.bsky.social Hey Bubba, I know you hate Autobots but I also know you hate humans. I wanted to ask a favor. Those MECH guys seem to have kidnapped Optimus and Sentinel and they want BOTH factions off this planet. Do you think you

And then he called me a little lady on a little chair....

Wassup wassup wassuupp

[Soundblaster had just finished Wheelie's gift for his birthday, all wrapped up and tied with a bow. He felt proud of himself and the effort he'd put into it. Off to the side, he spotted one of his half-done projects. Oh right, Blurr's gift for Father's Day. Though he wasn't HIS father, he was—

Happy Father's Day! Same thing as I have said about mother day, I don't have a dad (I still don't know how I even exist) but I believe in found family

In line with keeping up with the traditions for human holidays: happy Father’s Day! Or Sire’s day, if you are a Cybertronian.

[Optimus began to stir awake from his unconsciousness. By now, that, and piecing together past events prior to getting blacked out by electrical shocks was becoming a familiar yet unpleasant pattern to the Prime. However, not much had changed from last time, as Optimus still found himself —

[The sound of dripping water and machinery working brought the robot back to consciousness. The image slowly loaded. When everything became clear, he began to examine the place with curiosity. So many different bots going in different directions. Work is in full swing.

[He kinda, sorta, forgot about all the stupid slagging propaganda M.E.C.H. has popping up here and there. They're taking over the goddamn ad drones and he had to explain to Dib the big scary bot only sorta looks like is Carrier but is not in fact his Carrier and more importantly isn't /real/. Other

[RP] [The funny thing about building new wings that no one seems to know is that it's not the wings that made her fly. Those were just to help stabilize and maneuver, and also very simple to build. The real difficulty was the boots, the thing that was powered and fueled to give her flight. -

Movie night with grandmaa #transformersanimated #maccadam

[Looks like they've got Optimus' last pinged location, it's probably not where he is now but they can still try to search for clues. Later. He's not risking going alone. Sen's trail has pretty much finished mapping out too. Everything will be okay. For now, he sends separate messages to Codexa,

Back to the office. Back to the grind.

This is really simple colored sketch but why not share? Better than letting it collect dust 🤷🏻‍♀️ #originalcharacter

Hello, Bluesky! I don't know much about human culture, but I'd love to learn!

[It's fine it's fine. Everything will be fine. He set up a little program so that the computer could keep sifting through camera footage for any sightings of Sentinel. It was then meant to mark down on the map where the Prime had been spotted to keep working on that trail. He /would've/ set it to

Fuck it. FUCK IT. I'm making organic food on the Steelhaven. Gunna make bear shaped pancakes.

Under the cloak thingy 👀 hehe

*After nearly half a decacycle of this hacking nonsense Alpha Trion was notified that the datapad repairmechs and that crowd had managed to make some progress. Now he was here as they explained they'd managed to decode atleast the origins of who had gotten into the servers.*

[Wheelie was curled up in berth, frowning as he scrolled on his datapad. The MECH junk was really getting to him and it didn’t help that he saw Uncle Alice’s post about the two Prime’s going missing.] [He sighed and set his datapad down, tugging his blanket over himself.] -

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘; 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚡𝚊 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕-𝚖𝚒𝚕] @codexa-archivist.bsky.social Sen has been missing for two days now and Optimus didn’t come back home last night. I can’t contact him and there’s no way this isn’t related.

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘; 𝚄𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚜 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈] @officialmagnus.bsky.social This is an Urgent Emergency, Sentinel Prime has been missing for two days. Neither Optimus Prime nor I have been able to get in touch with him Optimus Prime also failed to report back to the Steelhaven. I cannot make

Might do a clean lineart later but I like how this turned out ngl #originalcharacter #oc #transformersanimated

[𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 Sentinel still hadn’t replied to his messages. Comms weren’t going through for him /or/ Optimus. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 How was it even possible to lose a blue plow truck with orange accents? Its not a common color combo. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 Scouring through hours

[The coordinates sent by Sentinel had brought Optimus to the far edge of Detroit by a yard of what looked like an old and long abandoned factory. The vicinity, from the looks of it, was devoid of all life. Even the local flora looked as if it was avoiding the looming industrial building like —

Breaking up the gladiator ring was going to be a lot harder than Cliffjumper had originally thought. They had all the proof of the illegal activity. They had witness statements. They had the information... well, almost all. Due to the clause of what classified the gladiator pits, the new-

[Optimus had been driving along Detroit's streets for the entire night, trying to get in contact with Sentinel's commlink for the good majority of it. It was as if the other Prime had disappeared from the face of Earth entirely, and no matter what Optimus tried, he could not reach —

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘; 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚒] Where are you? Come home. @bestprime.bsky.social