IF I CATCH FIRE THEN I'LL CHANGE MY AIM!

I am incredibly thankful for the community that I’ve found over the years on here. You’ve gotten me through a lot of hard times and good times— and helped me in ways that I can’t begin to describe. And I mourn for all those who I have lost contact with or those who have deactivated their blogs. I love you all, wherever you are, and if you would ever like to speak to me again, I’d be overjoyed.

I’ll check on here (my main blog) every now and then, but I’m not going to be as active as I’ve been in the past. I’m going to reblog this to my sideblogs (especially my older roleplay blogs that I sort of abandoned).

If anyone would like to keep in touch, my discord is the same as this blog’s name— minminambus.

“If ya think these are sadistic, just you wait,” he replied to Cyclonus’ comment. It was too joyous to actually be a threat, most likely, hopefully. It seemed more like a promise to show off more of his weaponry in the future or a promise that he had a good amount of weapons on him at all times.

Rodimus didn’t miss the subtle shift in Galvatron’s grin, returning with a prideful hitching up of his spoilers.

“You’se damn right it’s a pity. He thought it’d be more fun t’trot around the same circle he had been for the past few million years,” the speedster huffed. And he was beyond glad that Galvatron tagged in the ‘for now,’ oh, he was liking this mech more and more.

“Yeah. For now, the fool’s still leader. Not for long though, I got connections and plans to get ‘I’m out.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie. He did have the connections, with Thunderclash’s Elite Guard and worming his way in with the loon of loons, Alpha Trion. He had things to work with. And he was always planning to take down Optimus, obviously.

Cyclonus certainly doesn’t parse Rodimus’s words as a threat; a comment like that, in that tone, feels closer to bordering on flirtatious. “I’ll look forward to it,” he says, and Scourge’s grin widens in tacit agreement.

And Galvatron’s optics are practically blazing. He nods as he would to an allied commander offering him a briefing, addressing Rodimus fully as an equal now, a Prime in all but technicality. “Ach, it sounds as though your Galvatron has a lot in common with my predecessor Megatron! He was the same - obsessed with our timeline’s Optimus, trapped in their personal feud at the expense of the bigger picture! I can see that you have the ambition he lacks.”

He smiles, sharp and suggestive, tilting his helm a little in a wordless invitation to conspiracy. “And now you can even claim connections from another timeline entirely, should you so wish! Ones who have plenty of firepower to offer, too…”

“But, my lord,” Cyclonus says as a thought belatedly occurs to him, and he looks questioningly at Galvatron and then Rodimus in turn. “What of the Matrix, here? Does it exist? And if so, what does it do?”

Rodimus crossed his arms at Galvatron, getting right into his propositioning and negotiating mindset.

“So I’m guessin’ that you and the bucket are to different bots then?” he asked, taking ‘predecessor’ to mean that this Megatron had been… shimmied out of his seat in the Decepticons. “My Galvatron’s just the same head, different frame’n colors.”

Rodimus returned the grin, leaning in further and his spoilers flicking up.

“I think it’s be agreeable t’get an alliance goin’, don’tcha think? The more firepower and ambition, the merrier, there’s never ‘ OUGH of either.”

Rodimus raised an optic ridge at the question, going over his knowledge of the multiverse.

Rodimus held a shard of a relic in his servos, armed with a sliver of it’s power and the knowledge that its rightful owner would be pissed. But, he considered it worth the risk. He’d be able to get himself out of that trouble anyway. With a burst of ruffled up plating and flared out spoilers, Rodimus cut through the air with the shard, almost like it was a sword… it was a piece of a universe breaking sword, after all.

“You’re soundin’ real convincin’ right ‘bout now, Smokes,” he huffed. “So you’re tellin’ me you’ve never killed. Never. How the hell did you’se get y’badge?!”

“What? Of course I have killed. I’ve helped kill several bots before! Assistance is just as important as committing the final blow.”

He stretched, moving his arms above his helm and flicking his spoilers upwards. He gave a rev of his engine and straightened the mustache on his faceplates. He put his servos on his hips, looking around.

“A what?!” he scoffed, “Have ya gotten an exterminator or were ya waitin’ for me? This multiverse slag keeps gettin’ crazier and crazier.”