#spymeister

[sp01lerwarn1ng]

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But, do you have the Touch. | @spymeister

"Honestly, how dare you. I have the touch and the power."

[red-in-revolt]

Red, ah see you lurkin'.

Redstrike chuckles, "And? Are you going to do something about it?"

[circuitry-and-chaos]

(Respond with any muse you wish!)

There's one good thing about sunlight, and that's the way the protoform warms to the UV radiation. He shifts this way and that, letting it touch the parts of his frame that ordinarily never see the metaphorical or literal light of day on a regular occurrence.

The Terror Twins were known as Terrors for a reason.

Now, sneaking up on Jazz of all mechs was normally a terrible idea but boardem and curiosity made for a truly terrible combo. A bucket of easily removable paint, in a bright pale blue at the ready.

They would attempt, not for the first time not for the last, to prank Jazz. It was silly, it was ridiculous and there was really no reason for it. But Jazz was right there-!

And they were attempting to sneak closer, just in throwing range.

[photobombingcryptid]

Here's an order of: a single roasted Blaze

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@spymeister replied...

Didn' like... a handful of mechs survive yer cronch?

( IT IS THEORETICALLY POSSIBLE. )

( AND THEORETICALLY IMPROBABLE. )

[mnemoiisms]

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Send me ✏️ for a shitty little scribble of your muse

Immortalising the Vent Gremlin

[optionxtwo]

So. What do I owe the pleasure o' your notice?

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[tiris]

" ϟ " ———@spymeister. ( from. )

there's  a  gash  in  his  right  ankle  joint  that leads to painful rubbing with repeated bending,  & tonight optimus is taking it easy to avoid this very thing.     in spite of how uncomfortable he is,  he looks rather like a comfortable horse :   leaning his forearms against the railing of the platform leading to the section of their base where the humans usually stand,  the tip of his pede resting on the ground to keep his immense weight on as little of the joint as possible.

he can feel the optics on his back just fine,  however.

"  yes,  jazz,  i know that you are back there,  "     the prime rumbles,  turning his helm to glance over his shoulder.     "  is there something that you wish to know about?  "