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[primadomina]

“What the FUCK is an ocean.”

……..

“What do you mean there’s just water everywhere. What? That doesn’t even make any sense.”

……. :v

“That’s bullshit. They can’t do that.”

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She may or may not have wrenched her arm out of the socket by firing her cannon without bracing herself properly.

Don’t worry about it.

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I love the headcanon that Cybertronians flare their armour when feeling angry or threatened, but it doesn’t make much practical sense - surely raising it away from their protoform leaves them vulnerable to attack?

so may I suggest that Cybertronian threat displays have two phases: the armour-flaring intimidation phase, followed by the actively threatening I'm-literally-about-to-attack-you-now phase where all their armour clamps down at once. It's loud, unmistakable, and a clear sign that shit's about to get violent if you don't back off

i just think it would be dramatic :p

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“You know everything there is to know, do you not, Scourge?” she questions, pleased enough by his unresisting nature to not jostle him too much as she turns and stalks off towards where her spark tells her Cyclonus is. “Everything you care to know, at any rate, damn what the rest of us are interested in. Yes or no?”

The embroidery will surely wait where it landed for him. It will no doubt be as nice as the other pieces he’s made, though Galvatron does not understand the significance of Live, Laugh, Love.

She grabs him by the hips and lifts him with a soft grunt, settling Scourge over a shoulder. He can hold onto her tailsight if he wants to.

Oop-! He squeaked when she picked him up, but went limp when lifted, wings tucked tightly to his side.

"Oh, well, I suppose we're going.. wherever we're going, now." Goodbye, embroidery, he'll pick you up another time.

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“Megatron and the small god have a hot springs they tend to and I intend to make full use of it,” Galvatron explains. Belatedly. Well, Rodimus was going to go whether or not she explained herself, so did it really matter?

Cyclonus stifles a laugh behind her fist.

She’s got Scourge over one shoulder, and Cyclonus trailing along behind. Galvatron wastes no time grabbing Rodimus’ wrist to tug him along with her. “Come! It’s time.”

Rodimus is going a place?

Rodimus is going a place!

There he goes. Following in her wake with a grin.

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{ @springingfromnothing }

Helm tilt at her. Rotors flicking," Well what were you tellin' them?"

“It doesn’t really matter what I say to them so long as I enunciate clearly. They don’t actually seem to care? I think they simply… want to feel included.”

The Empress shrugs. “They’re Scourge’s familiars, not mine. They love me because he loves me.”

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“It is endearing how the Sweeps tip their helms side to side when I speak to them. Does it make more sense at an angle, you simple-minded things?”

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got taken to axe throwing tonight. i may not have impressed anyone with my technical axe throwing skills but my sheer brute animal strength is unparalleled

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Huh. Smells like burning toast, suddenly.

is she having a stroke?

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very, very distantly, like maybe three solar systems away:

FUCK OFF

Oh. Insufferable beast of chaos and hunger that it is, it finally shares a thought with her and it is—

Hm.

Galvatron shrieks at the broken atmosphere above Chaar.

“FUCK ME YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!”

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“You know, I never thought I would get to this point, but I miss Arcee. She’s the only one who has the ball bearings to tell me to fuck off.”

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I love this fucking gif so much. Violence and killing and destruction

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"Do you find it hard to do your duty?"

“Hard? No. No, it is unspeakably easy,” Galvatron mutters, arms crossed over her chassis. “Destruction is the natural end state of all things. And I have been killing for my survival since the day I came to the surface. Beyond that— the damn thing holding the end of my leash does not speak to me, as such. It demands little but bloodshed and pain to slake its… thirsts, and it does not care where I source those from. It gives no orders and offers no guidance. In direct contrast to Primus, I suppose, who tells each mech who and what they are and what they’re meant to do for society until they either collapse or get killed.”