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I am making this post on a bit of a whim, but I do know that I’m not going to be so active on Tumblr in the future. I’m a full time college student and I’m looking to get into pharmacy school in the next few years. I can tell it’s going to be a lot, so I’d like to say this sooner than later.

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.

Much love to all. 🌸🕊️

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A question: is there anyone with SG muses or verses still active?

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⚜ Independent Transformers MTMTE / LL: Minimus Ambus / Ultra Magnus, with different verses ranging from Transformers Prime and Transformers Animated on my side-blog ⚜ 10+ years of RP experience ⚜ Multi-verse, OC and Crossover friendly   ⚜ Multi-ship ⚜ 25+ Mun please refer to as Opo with male (he / him / his) pronouns ⚜ Reblogs appreciated even if you don’t follow ♡ ⚜ Promo template used here

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Thinking on how to better play SG Minimus:

- His primary goal is to keep people safe… ish. He doesn’t actively want to hurt people like SG Magnus, but he isn’t so uptight about safety like his NV counterpart. He wants to help people, but he isn’t utterly absorbed in the strictness of rules. In fact, he’s more so absorbed in how he can bend the rules to his own, and others’ advantage.

- He thoroughly enjoys teasing and flustering people. He also enjoys flattery, even if it’s not necessarily true. He has an optimism and flair that comes off as very strong and, at times, annoying. He is fully aware that he can be annoying and has the philosophy that ‘if you can’t handle me, then get out!’

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I miss you :(

“Oh, come here, I’ve missed you too. Dreadfully so. I— Wait, Magnus, no—!”

SHIING! He’s got a sword!

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🌸 :

Hello to all! I hope everyone here is doing well. It has been a long time since I have roleplayed and even longer since I have picked up this blog. I am going to try getting back into this blog and my other Shattered Glass blog, @one-bad-ride.

I am purely here for the fun (and angsty) times and sometimes I will drop threads — not out of disinterest or anything of that sort, but because it can be hard to keep up. I am excited to get back into RP though.

— Much love from the SG Min/Mag/Rod Mun. <3

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BEEBS.

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Looked like some mech didn't mind the Earth holiday of Hall-o-wee at all, judging by his many claims of mecha digits piled up below him. And all it took was to scare some and they just waved their servos right infront of Beastie's face out of fear~

"Petal can take one."

Minimus looked down at all the goodies the beast mech had in front of him, little candies and squishie goodies. Minimus bend down and took and especially vibrantly colored one, with a flair of the digits — and with his other hand he subtly snatched another. It was clear his little flair was to distract from his other stealing hand, he just wanted to test and tease the waters.

“Now, where’d you get all this from?” he asked.

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"Trick or treat!" (first-to-aid)

@first-to-aid (( LATE but have a happy late Halloween! ))

Minimus whipped around a bright grin on his face, his flowing cape ruffling with his motions. He stalked closer to the smaller bot, a little bag of energon goodies in his servo. He presented it to First Aid.

“A treat for you, not a trick — unless you’d like me to be tricky about it” — He then dangled the bag above his helm, just out of reach.

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Moustaches and Music

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The lack of insignia on his face did not make it any more or less sensitive, at least not by any notable measure. It did make him look different though. It wasn’t quite younger that he looked, but it was a distinct difference. His smile could be seen better, how it etched into his face like it was meant to live there forever.

“Absolutely agreed. Unless you’re equally charmed by mountains of paperwork and probable shouting from my House, I think it’s be quite impossible to allow you to have one of your own,” he joked, leaning his helm on a servo — on that still held the fabric captive. The minibot let out a hearty laugh at Symphony’s next comment, and then grinned wide at the next.

“Oh, what a woeful event this is! My family’s insignia being held hostage while I gather myself in heaps of silk, oh my!”

A shame. He would have loved to see a little mineralshake moustache on a top lip after a hearty slurp. He’d just have to bide his time till such an event in time.

“Hmm, Unless said mountains of paperwork are somehow related to posters or schedules of one of my upcoming performances, or require autographs for my loving fans… I think I will take your work for it and such papers and shouting are not worth this adorable little thing” Symphony decided, pursing his top lip trying to balance it to stay in place. Nope. Too broad. Nothing like what you could do with a stylus.

“I think the most amicable terms of parlay and safe return of both party’s property is you to come on back to my ship, and I find you some silks to get it all out of your system with.” Surely, he had enough silks from various tours and performances that could be brought out of storage for Minimus to prance around in for a few hours so he could get his back for eternity. Besides. If he remembers a Velocitronian equinox correctly, he might just have some if in soft pinks. While the black ones would look quite dashing on His Leige, they contrasted his own frame far too much to let another wear them. 

Oh, no no. Symphony liked his black silks many many many much. 

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Minimus softly smiled as Symphony spoke.

“I don’t think this kind of paperwork would be nearly as entertaining, dear. It‘s the dreadfully boring and long sort. It’s its own brick wall to getting anywhere with relations.”

He huffed, clearly amused as the other mech attempted to balance the insignia on his lip.

“Good luck with that. Even if you could get it on, it’d be a marvel to get it to stick for more than a few seconds!”

Minimus rested his helm on a servo, nodding at the proposal.

“What an interesting way to try taking a mech home,” he teased. Even if it came across at flirtatious, it could still be quite amicable for Minimus’ level. Whenever he found someone who was at a similar level to him, he played a game, danced the line between flirtatious and friendly. It was to push buttons and get reactions, of course.

“I’d love to see the ship of a mech with such glorious silks. And you have even more? Goodness, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he chuckled.

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I'm struggling between Free and Hurt. So your choice! ormaybewemixthem?

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver / ❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

Ultra Magnus had been imprisoned again. It was nothing like Paradron, it was more crude. No cell held him. He was bound in cuffs and ropes. Very redundant, he mused. Needless to say, the only reason why Magnus was not freeing himself was because of his internal injuries and the fact that he knew he was watched by his enemies, whatever faction or lack of faction they may be this time.

Suddenly — perhaps whatever bleeding wounds on his frame distracted him from it, but — Suddenly, there was someone close, really close, untying and breaking the bonds on his frame.

“What—” he spat out between a pained burst of static.

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Ultra Magnus turned his helm about at nearly every noise, no matter how far away. With this many disadvantages weighing on them, he could not afford to mis anything. Still, he managed to find it in himself to look down at Hotshot’s battered frame as he spoke. Magnus shook his helm.

“It doesn’t matter where,” he growled, “Away from here. Far. I wouldn’t want to go to my hideout, especially injured and with you. It’s already been compromised.”

Anywhere.. Well, Hotshot could send them far away, though it’d use up a lot of his left-over energy. They’d need a place where medical could help them, someplace safe to rest and recover.. He knew this world wasn’t exactly as it seemed but a quick scan showed a neutral medical facility on the other side of the planet and he began powering up the ground bridge.

“..through there… will be help for b-both of us… until we can regroup..” He murmured. Hotshot wished he could walk but that was out of the question, he was too far gone to even try, so he’d have to rely on Magnus to carry him for now. “..didn’t mean to become a burden..” He added on once the bridge was fully active, though he remain limp.

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Ultra Magnus eyed the bridge with skepticism and interest. He didn’t completely trust it, or this mech, but when did he ever give himself completely to the whims of trusting others? Never. It cast a bright light on both of them and he took a moment to eye both of their respective injuries before stirring. The green hue of the light made even the pink of energon look discolored.

With a grunt, Magnus stood.

“I would have dropped you long ago if I couldn’t handle the load,” he bluntly replied. He shifted his grip on the smaller bot and took a few large steps into the bridge.

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He was feeling extra devious tonight, dashing around in his deeper colored paints and purple cape.

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@of-fire-and-light: Galvatron looks… quite a long way down at the little pink mech. He’s fairly sure that with a bit of effort he could launch this one into orbit. “Do you still need throwing?” he offers, with a grin.

Minimus looked up at Galvatron, a little smile on his faceplates. Arms held neatly behind his back, he must have looked all formal while making a request to be tossed like a baseball.

“Oh, of course, I do!”

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Minimus waited for Galvatron to walk over, taking a few little steps to meet him not-so-much in the middle. Galvatron was already walking towards him, he didn’t see the need to rush up to him.

“Indeed it was,” Minimus replied, a wide grin on his face. He gave a slight bow. “Thank you, Galvatron.”

He looked down at his servos, brushing off any bits of chipped paint that hung off in just that annoying way.

“So! What is your universe like? I assume it is one of those positives ones?” he asked, gesturing towards Galvatron’s purple badge.

The Emperor of Destruction bows to no mech; but Galvatron does politely incline his head to Minimus in reply, at least, grinning right back at him. “Good! Good. You’re welcome!”

He glances down at his badge when Minimus indicates it, and raises his hand to briefly touch it. “Yes! Yours is negative-polarity, then? I understand those are the rarer type. Most interesting!

"But you’re correct, mine is one of what seems to be the most traditional sort. Heroic Autobots, evil Decepticons, et cetera!” He laughs, clearly not taking the stereotypes at all seriously. “I lead the Decepticons of my timeline, though we have a truce with our Autobots so that’s one less thing to be concerned with. We’re currently based off Cybertron, on a world named Charr, fighting our old enemies the Quintessons for the most part. 

“What’s the status of the war in your timeline - assuming you have one, that is, since it seems almost every universe does?”

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“Indeed, it is,” Minimus replied. He had no badge on him to similarly press his servo to, neither proudly emblazoned on his chest, nor on anywhere else on his frame. The only thing that marked him as ‘something — someone — other,’ was the insignia on his faceplates. He did not raise a hand to it.

“Mhm, it’s been quite difficult to find other realities like my own. Many of them can be so confusing. I assume this is the case with the multiverse,” he lowly chuckled, continuing to grin even as Galvatron very simply described his own conflict.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what a Quintesson is, but it’s good to hear there’s a reality where things are sorted out. And yes, sadly, there is a war here. I’m not a combatant, but there is plenty of fighting in the politcal realm of things, especially with these Autobots.”

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Starter for @crystal-wolphire:

It had been sudden, the change between the Iacon that Minimus was accustomed to, and the lower levels of the city. The little mech was amazed — a mix of awe and possibly disgust — at how, not even a kilometer below his pedes, life was much different. He hadn’t actually caught sight of those differences first hand and up close, but he could read it off the faces of mecha he passed by. They seemed disgusted by his presence or indifferent to everything except what rested and boiled within their own personal bubbles.

Minimus, not shrinking from any part of the energy this place held, walked on, getting himself more and more lost in the winding roads. He’d taken a sharp turn into a thinner alleyway and found himself bumping into another mech with a little crash. It bounced him back a good few feet and he stumbled over his own pedes as he looked up at whoever it was he crashed into.

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Minimus took a brief glance down at his plating, the plating he cared oh so much about keeping fabulous, whatever the word seemed to mean to him. To him it seemed to mean layering on polish in (probably) far too thick layers and changing his paint faster than the seasons. Ah, well, the former of those seemed to keep him from getting scratched, though his stumble barely even could count as a textbook definition fall.

He was about to go on and wave his servo, as he always did, waving off the mishap and its apology like it was a close friend departing on a trip. The minibot had gotten his hand halfway up before she spoke once more. The formal greeting was not unexpected — he had many of those in the past, and as much as he liked to be casual with others, sometimes it was a stroke of the ego to be referred to in such a way.

“The honor is mine,” he softly replied, “I don’t usually see mecha like you where I live.” And he didn’t only mean the beastformer part — he meant how ancient of a form she had.

Any guards or whatever Greypelt might have expected weren’t there to follow. Minimus never took a liking to being fawned over in that way. In other ways; sure — but as someone’s job to do that; not so much.

This mecha was the first bot he’d spoken to since his arrival here, so he wasn’t too fond of letting a conversation go so fast.

“Ah, I’m a bit lost, I admit. I think you know I’m not quite from here?”

She inclines her head a little in a bow, acknowledging his words. “Thank you, noble sir… though I don’t imagine you do, no,” she agrees. “Generally they don’t let anyone into the higher levels on more than two legs, after all.” She keeps her tone more wry than bitter there, not wanting him to think that she’s blaming him for that state of affairs. Noble he may be, but he’s clearly not a diehard Functionist himself or he wouldn’t be talking to her like she was a person.

“Were you heading somewhere in particular? I can guide you if it’s anywhere I know, or at the very least I can escort you back to the upper-city elevator access - well, to within sight of it, anyway, since security might take an interest if I get too close. I generally don’t come up even this high, but a friend needed some components and I said I’d try and find them for him.”

In Iacon these days, trickle-down economics means things get tossed out for scrap on one level and salvaged for refurbishing on the one beneath. It’s just a case of how high you dare go to look for something that’s still actually any good.

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Minimus’ shoulder fell into a solemn shrug. He may not have been a die-hard Functionist, but he was surrounded by them. In fact, his own House had made strides in that horrific direction — note: the Ambus Test of Sentience, eugh… great job, Dominus, let’s give you a round of applause for that one, hm?

“It really is such a shame. I hate to know that this is what you have to face down here.” Now, his voice held disdain. He couldn’t stand it at all.

“Not quite, I was just taking a nice walk, and stepped down a few areas deeper than what I’m used to. I’d love for you to guide me back, dear, please,” he replied, then raised an optic ridge. “‘Even this high’ — what could it be like in the lower levels?”

It was obvious that Minimus had the heart to care, but not the knowledge. And how could he? He was quite sheltered, and even if he rebelled and did as he liked, he would only get so far.

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There’s some asshole hopping around the multiverse waving a large sword and generally disturbing the peace before hopping away to cause more chaos. Good luck catching him.