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I'm Grimlock! Member of Team Bumblebee and the muscles of the group!   Now let's fight~   || Independent RiD2015 Grimlock RP blog. || Tracking: cannonballsaurusrex

[cannonballsaurusrex]

"Where have you been?"

“Holiday. A really, really long holiday. It was addicting.”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

"Where are the other dinosaurs? A t-rex is pretty cool but I wanna see a raptor. Do you know any?"

“Dunno any raptor Dinobot, but there’s a bad Dinobot with the hammer for a tail in stasis somewhere. The rest of them are back home on Cybertron.”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

She charged at him and jumped on his chest to hug him. "Geezus I missed you!"

“I missed you too, buddy!”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

"Grimlock?"

“Hey! What’s up?”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

// Welcome back!!!!! //

// yeeeeeeeee ;w;

i miss this blog so much you wouldn’t believe

[takinglifebytheantlers-archive]

"HOOFYPOO!"

!!!!!!

“’Eyo, ya big green oaf. Where the fuck you been hidin’?”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

“I wasn’t hidin’! I was...just...needed somewhere else. You’re too evil to understand. But I’m back now, so it doesn’t matter, right?” Grimlock excitedly wagged his tail, each movement making a loud swoosh.

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//hi hello

‘m not dead yet

[theconwiththeboom]

‘S Been a Good Run

Hello, people! Buttmun here! And I am here, after weeks/months of disappearing, coming with a bad(ish) news and I’ll cut straight to the point so I don’t make this post too long—because this post IS meant to be long and with no read mores.

I am retiring from doing any sort of roleplaying on Tumblr.

Why, some of you might ask. Do you ever feel like the creative side of your brain is, like, partying and making babies (aka ideas), but the systematic side of your brain—the side of your brain that moves your limbs into action—is like ‘blargh’? Yeah, that’s what I’ve been experiencing these past few months.

I still have petabytes worth of ideas and headcanons, which I will still be producing because my headcanons blog is connected to my personal, but it’s just so tremendously difficult to bring myself to do roleplays and enjoying it. My recent plot-heavy threads suffered from this loss and I made it difficult for my partners to progress because they were waiting for me to reply—which I never did. So I thought it would be best for both me and my partners if I just step back, clearly I no longer feel joy in roleplaying as I did 2 years ago.

People who know me from Dreadwing and Skyquake would have known that I have been here quite a while, saw and experienced my fair share of drama, ic or ooc, but people who only started knowing me from Grimlock might be in for a big shock. I know, it’s really a shame that I have to leave when my Grimlock has only been around for 2-3 months. I love roleplaying the big lug, I still have HEAPS of ideas to develop him as a character, but I just can’t bring myself to apply them through my RP blog anymore.

I love every single thread I made in all of my blogs, which is why I am NOT deleting these blogs. These blogs are staying. I still need them for archiving and sentimental purposes. And, who knows, maybe I someday I’ll rekindle my passion with roleplaying?

This sounds too much like a goodbye letter, but really, I am still very active on tumblr, just not roleplaying anymore. Anyone who’s interested in talking with me can hit me up on my personal. I’m always there. But anyways, thank you so much for the great adventures in RP-ing! I’ve had an awesome 2-year-run and I will never forget it!

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//heyooo my little ones. Please excuse my absence the last couple of days. I’m having a really bad migraine due to my last wisdom tooth finally deciding to grow for reals. Bad migraine + attempt at decent writing = fail.

I know I have some important plot-related thread going on too, but i just can’t push it. I need to let the migraine pass before i can truly be creative again. Which may take a few days up to a week, according to my three past experiences with growing wisdom teeth.

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//heyooo my little ones. Please excuse my absence the last couple of days. I’m having a really bad migraine due to my last wisdom tooth finally deciding to grow for reals. Bad migraine + attempt at decent writing = fail.

I know I have some important plot-related thread going on too, but i just can’t push it. I need to let the migraine pass before i can truly be creative again. Which may take a few days up to a week, according to my three past experiences with growing wisdom teeth.

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//heyooo my little ones. Please excuse my absence the last couple of days. I'm having a really bad migraine due to my last wisdom tooth finally deciding to grow for reals. Bad migraine + attempt at decent writing = fail. I know I have some important plot-related thread going on too, but i just can't push it. I need to let the migraine pass before i can truly be creative again. Which may take a few days up to a week, according to my three past experiences with growing wisdom teeth.

[cannonballsaurusrex]

genshi-kokyu started following you

-HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING-

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//sO -wHEEZE-

Grimlock is A LOT shorter than I expected. He doesn’t even reach 30 feet.

he’s a wee lamb. literally baby T. Rex among the other Dinobots who’re like 50-60 feet (because in FoC they are maSSIVE compared to Optimus)

[grimlock-king]

And that’s why Sludge acts like such a mama Dino to him

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//wee Grimmy likes to nuzzle under mama Sludge’s bosom. warm mama Apatosaurus.

-sighs- bless this size difference

[yellowandblackmachine]

[Starter meme] "I wouldn't mind being along with you."

“I feel the same way Grim, you are a good partner and the scrapyard wouldn’t be the same without you” Bee laid a hand on the bigger mechs arm, flashing a big smile for the kind words he recived from the dino bot. 

[cannonballsaurusrex]

“Hehehe. Without me, there will be no one to do the heavy lifting! I mean, what are you gonna do without these guns?” He lifted his arms to his sides, flexing his powerful pistons.

[logcrrhea-archived]

cannonballsaurusrex

♩♫│;;– “Whoa! Whoa!”

He took a few steps back as the mini hold up his servos. Not sure how he got here, but that is a big mech and he doesn’t want to start any trouble, “Hey, how about we get to know each other before you go jumping to conclusions. Err—actually I might be jumping to conclusions in thinking that you might hurt me… You won’t hurt me, right?”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

“More like you hurt me!” The Dinobot huffed, transforming from his more intimidating bestial mode to his more civilized root mode. “Ever heard of looking where you walk?” He sat and rubbed his pedes, which made his tail in his dino mode. “I need my tail, you know...”

[cannonballsaurusrex]

//Where did all these followers come from???

[youwanttoremainfree-archive-blog]

Even with mangled audio receptors he was able to hear something from within the walls.

Steeljaw dared to pin himself close to the wall and approach it. He moved on all fours, this way he let his shoulders carry some of his weight so his limp wouldn’t become any worse. Moving closer was a hassle, but he knew this would all be worth it.

And with the next moments he was close enough to the sound that when he peered over the wall he could see the source; the dinobot he was looking for, all by his lonesome. Now Steeljaw only had two choices; call on Grimlock now, or watch and wait for him to notice the amber optics staring at him. Scratch that, only one option, as Steeljaw’s vocalizer had decided to reboot itself and keep him from using his voice.

[cannonballsaurusrex]

“Ahh, this part is really hard...” he mumbled to himself, struggling with a part of a song he was learning that felt like it was going to the space between his claws, due to how wide he had to reach. His optics and audio receptors were all distracted, but his nose, however, was the hardest to distract.

A hint of spilled fresh Energon invaded his nasal receptors. And not just any kind of fresh Energon...this was the smell of Energon after being processed inside a mech. Grimlock paused his musical practice and transformed to his bestial mode. He took a deep sniff to the air around him then down to the ground.

He raised his helm up again to the same level as the windshield of one of the used cars. He stared idly at his own reflection for a moment and then noticed, just right at the corner of the screen...a pair of yellow dots. And a face.

He whipped around quick, the scenes of the horror movies he watched with Russell coming back to him, all the jumpscares flashed in his memory. And he just shrieked.