There's A New Swarm Of Totally Real Ladies With Empty Blogs Following Me, And I'm Blocking And Reporting

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Up to date height chart of my children (minus one bc she's too big)

The aforementioned missing one. Nightclaw (she/her) she's like 40 ft tall at the shoulder in dragon mode and 35 ft in bot mode

From left to right

Voidchaser (he/him)

Becky (she/her)

Shudderhitch (he/him)

Hotspring (he/him) Voice Claim: Domics

Mirage (she/her)

Shaderaider (she/her) Voice Claim: Portal 2 GLaDOS

Finesse (she/her) Voice Claim: Sharpay

Dynamo (he/him) Voice Claim: Steven Universe

Trackshot (he/him) Voice Claim: Finn the Human

Ricochet (she/her)

Fatale (they/he)

Swiftscrape (they/he)

Magnadrive (he/him) Voice Claim: Wheatley

Fidget (they/them)

Gravewalker (they/them)

Cosmodock (he/him)

Blizzard (she/her) Voice Claim: White Diamond

A redraw of Baby Dy with his new design

He sleepy

I decided to line and color it.

Have a Becky sketch. I may or may not render this further, haven't decided yet.

This is Becky. She's a peppy, bubbly, but also kinda shy little Autobot who works in a convenience store on the corner near Ricochet's house. She doesn't have an evil bone in her body unless you're a rude customer. She turns into a delivery drone that's decorated to look like a bird. The light blue marks on her helmet are just that, markings, she doesn't have four eyes. This little bean is a devout believer in the Autobot cause.

I'm in the mood to draw Hotspring today.

Have him and his cat Voidchaser in his Zen garden

Evening Musings of a Dreaming Jet

It was a quiet evening on the Nemesis; with its crew winding down for the night in preparation for the next day’s events, Dynamo had taken the opportunity to go to bed, drifting off to dreamland. He recharged more often than he really needed to, having a preferred sleep schedule not unlike a human’s, despite his lacking the need to sleep that frequently. But it was a good way to pass the time, especially when he’s bored. 

A few hours go by, and Starscream walks by his charge’s door during his usual patrolling of the halls. As he passes by his audials pick up a hushed mumbling sound muffled by the wall, just barely detectable. Starscream raises his optic ridges in interest at this development, and he cautiously opens the door to Dynamo’s quarters to check on his son. 

The whoosh of the door opening threatens to awaken the young bot, but thankfully he does not stir, however continues to mumble. The commander creeps towards Dy’s berth as quietly as he can manage, so as not to disturb him given his sensitivity to sound. 

When first viewing the young jet, it would simply appear that he is asleep; but upon closer inspection, Starscream notes that upon Dynamo’s face is a look of disdain.

“No, no no.” mutters Dy. At this, Starscream’s features soften, as it appears as though the child is having a nightmare. Just as the seeker moves closer to the youngling, he stops as Dynamo speaks again.

“No, that's too much pudding. I don’t like pudding.” With that, the commander’s face contorts into a slight grimace. Starscream shudders at the thought of whatever pudding could be, but it was probably a human item. At that, the seeker turns on his heel and silently walks away. He’s almost halfway back to the door when a whimper stops him in his tracks. He turns back to his son’s berth to see the young jet curl into a tighter position, his face scrunched up in distress.

“Dad… where are you?” he cries. Hearing this, Starscream walks back to his charge’s berth. He gently places a clawed servo on Dynamo’s back, and softly caresses the young bot’s back plating. Dy’s frame noticeably relaxes from the touch, and his field has a much calmer energy. After waiting there a moment in case Dy speaks again, Stars retracts his servo from the sleeping form in front of him at the lack of sound aside from Dynamo’s breathing.

Satisfied, Starscream leaves his son’s side, and as carefully as he entered, exits the room. The next morning Dynamo trots up to Stars, who is standing in a hallway with an energon cube.

“Good morning Dad.” Dy cheerfully chirps. Starscream turns to look at him.

“Morning Dynamo. Are you aware that you talk while you recharge?” He asks. Dy’s finials flick as he ponders the question.

“No, I don’t think so. Did I say something weird?”

“You did mention ‘pudding’, whatever that is, but not much else of note.” says Starscream, returning to his breakfast. Dynamo nods, and wanders off, thinking about what trouble he’d get into today.

Updated height chart with a few new faces

Left to right, front to back, if labeled, they're from tfp, if not, tfa:

Bubbleflight

Shudderhitch

Obsidian

Shaderaider (tfp)

Lockflight Prime

Hotspring

Fatale

Exzenter

Dynamo (tfp)

Aspra Prime

Rivershadow

Geocache (tfp)

Fidget

Voidchaser

Trackshot (tfp)

Cosmodock

Gravewalker

Blizzard

Nightclaw (tfp) (her alt mode may be added when I finish designing it)

Blizzard keeps flirting and making moves on Rivershadow and Shockwave's not happy about it

Shockwave: can you not flirt with my girlfriend???

Blizzard: no

Gave my girl a minor redesign, and I've been wanting to remake her ref sheet for forever.

Name: Ricochet

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 1.6 million years

Alt mode: Avro Vulcan

Height: 21'8" (6.6 m)

Weapons: claws, teeth, arm blasters, sniper rifle that shoots electric charges which explode on impact, flamethrower

Special ability: can turn invisible

Basic personality: nice, but Bat Shit Crazy™ (she abducts random bots and drains them of their energon)

Backstory: went to military school, got bored and said "fuck this, I'm out". Stole a portable spacebridge that was being developed. Dropped out and became a freelance commission artist. Visited Earth one day and got cursed by a wizard to live as a human with no memory of being a space robot, but with knowledge of Cybertron. Lived like that for 600 years. Started dating Blitzwing and got her curse broken, can now change between human and robot at will.