#rodimusmaximus

[apollytus]

❛ the gods love to fuck with us.  ❜ ———@rodimus-maximus.     [  from.  ]

typically drift would reply with some sort of quick remark about the guiding hand having no part in what's happened between them,  but ... he supposes that there is a certain  irony  in being reunited in what to most would be  the  land  of  the  dead.

"  is that why you left me out there ...?  "

a clawed servo shifts off of the hilt of one of his swords,  his palm still dusted with a bit of purple from all the energon he'd spilled when he & ratchet had found this group of the lost light crew in peril.     of course drift doesn't want rodimus to think that he's  threatening  him,  far from it  —  but it's hard to hide the hurt & uncertainty that flares up in his field when he turns to look at the prime & his optics change from their usual bright cyan to an uncertain shade of magenta.

"  why  didn't  you  come  find  me,  rodimus? you told the truth, & yet ...  "

[scientificmicroscope]

rodimusmaximus replied to your post: Are you my dad?

Daddy

I’m sorry but my name is Quark not Maximus Ambus

[swordbearing-a-blog]

starter for @rodimusmaximus!

In hindsight, spending a billion shanix on a ship he’d never even seen the inside of wasn’t his most rational idea - Pipes and Riptide did an excellent job of reminding him. But the impulse held true even as he walked toward the entrance of it, spark swelling in excitement. This was it. This was the one.

The Knights of Cybertron. It’d been Drift’s idea to look for them - his dream, now with a thread of possibility through Rodimus’s half of the matrix. But a quest like this needed a captain and a crew. Needed a ship.

          ...This is for him.

After a moment admiring the vessel, Drift flipped open his portable comm to type -

.:: At the Festival of Lost Light. Have a gift of sorts for you - any chance you’re around? ::.

[scientificmicroscope]

rodimusmaximus replied to your post: It’s international kissing day!

kiss me daddy

Daddy has work to do. Go ask Magnus

[scientificmicroscope]

Bar Talk

@rodimusmaximus

“So, do you come here often?”

It was a simple question that escaped Quark’s lips that night.

And yet it took him the past hour to muster up the courage to ask it to someone here. At this little bar on some rock long far from Cybertron’s reach but there were enough mechs in here taking a break from traveling the stars to not feel like he was the only one here.

Now here he was, asking some random mech with a fiery paint job at the bar counter such a thing. With the small drink in servo Quark wasn’t too buzzed nor looked like it. He was more of the lines of being friendly with the mech and seeing how it would go. Yeah he could have asked someone else but...This one didn’t look like they could pound him into scrap for bothering them.

“I didn’t mean to be so bold but I notice you’re alone at the counter...Is it alright if I take a seat near you?” 

[photobombingcryptid]

@rodimus-maximus what was all that yelling about?

"Yelling?"

"Ooh, that. I just remembered a really funny joke and had to holler. And then I immediately forgot what the joke was."

[imburninrubber]

There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.”

The long tale brought forth from the newcomer was one full of destruction and agony. Of course, it wasn’t like the young scout had never seen things like that before. It was just intriguing, yet depressing, to hear tales of encounters with enemies during the ongoing war. Bumblebee even had his own war stories to tell, but the one that was just shared with him by the newcomer was particularly full of carnage.

“How did you manage to survive all of that?” Bumblebee chirped at his new acquaintance. Curiosity surely got the best of him in this case.

[thebestdecepticonleader]

"Could you tell the truth for once?"

angst sentence starters yay“Let me see... tell a Prime, one of the leaders of my enemies, the truth or be sane and keep myself safe?  What a difficult decision.  No.”