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Hi it's 3 in the morning and I was woken up by nightmares and being sad but I just saw your Cambrian Crew and suddenly I'm thinking it'll be alright. Love ancient creatures so much.
WAAAAAA THANK YOU
I’m really glad they made you feel better !! this is really sweet yes ancient beasts are the bestest
wishbone and halo are wishing you well!
@sgtransformersdork sent: Hello, I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to say that I platonically love all of you.
“You don’t need to threaten them Maximo!” Vector swipes the box back, and Maximo lets him. “What are they going to do, put mean things on the screen??”
They look entirely unmoved. “Can it hurt to give a proper warning?”
Megatronus snickers. Alpha jabs him in the chest to get him off his shoulder.
“It’s only courteous.” Maximo struts off, far too smug. “I know I at least would like to know how far to push before finding retaliation.”
“Drama bot,” Vector mutters.
“I still don’t know what plakonatilly is,” Megatronus announces.
“I thought it was planitocally?” The question has already disappeared from the screen. “I might be wrong.”
“It’s platonically! Platonically. For goodness sake.” Alpha’s optic is twitching.
His twin pokes his cheek. “Alright then smarty-struts, what’s it mean then?”
“I don’t know, but at the very LEAST I remember what the word is,” he sniffs.
(((( it’s been a tough week y’all but here i am. fun fact this was the first question i ever got! just saved it til the right time to answer. for some of these i might start doing less art more text, but that will depend entirely on if the art muse allows me lol. also i’ve typed platonically enough times that it no longer looks like a word
Megatron, please acknowledge me. OWO.
Megatron scratches his head, staring at the confusing question. He ignores pretty much everything about it and entirely focuses on the last word which he has never met with before. Is this a threat of some sort?
Suddenly he hears laughter coming from the nearby area in the base and he decides to seek anwers. He disappears in a flash and reappears seconds after in the kitchen where the youngest of the group are having breakfast.
"Excuse me, children. Do you have a moment?" The kids stop their conversation and glance at the older mech who smiles shyly. "You see, I'm answering this question and I don't believe I know the proper context to it. Do any of you know what 'o-w-o' stands for?"
To his surprise, all of them cringe away with the most disgusted and horrified expressions he ever saw them making. Moonracer even spats out her drink, coughing. It seems that Megatron has entered something he grew to call 'the forbidden zone' only few were brave enough to learn about beyond rumours.
Hey. Hey. I have an important message. Screamscream.
(runs away)
How dare you sully such a beautiful majestic name such as mine?! -Lord Doctor Starscream
Starscream, do you have a fleshsona? If so, show me. This is a demand.
Why yes I do.
Art done by @artsy-hobbitses
Hi, I'd love you to know you're amazingly valid. And great at yeeting.
This is all Silvermaw’s fault. He yeets one child. ONE CHILD. And now he’s being praised for yeeting. Ugh, the little one must’ve spread the word.
He’s staring at the wall at this revelation. Hopefully piles of sparklings won’t come over to beg being thrown out windows.
[Do not come over to be yeeted.]
As he answers via the data-net.
Maccadam just slides him another energon cube as Soundwave, yet again, face-palms.
Thundercracker, do you have a favorite show or movie?
Pokemon! It’s one of the few things that Soundwave and I can bond over. -TC
A strange, skeletal looking mech approaches Starscream, eying khyr with intrigue, looking over kyhr's rather unique frame and stunning holofeathers. "Aren't you an outstanding mech?" he asks, with a confident smirk. "I am Starscream, the Living God of Cybertron, and Descendant of Unicron. I could use someone like you at my side. I could provide you with anything your spark desires, if you agree to join my forces. You would be treated to the highest honors, I assure." he seems very confident in his approach.
Starscream just looks at the other Starscream just like when a human finds a mormon missionary on their doorstep.
Ugh. This Starscream is actually two feet taller then him. But he is far fuglier and more disgusting looking.
“Ugh. No. Even the humans banned the missionary practice. I’m a Cybertronian, why, for Primus’ sake, are you acting like an organic?!”
Starscream’s eyes flash gold and crimson, ah yes new prey.
“And for your information, I’m an Arknaught, a Priest of Primus. One of the High Ones in fact, since its my duty to perserve and revive extinct Cybertronian life.
Except yours.”
“And one of the duties of an Arknaught is to feast on the metal of our enemies, to nourish the newsparks we incubate...”
Starscream’s claws sharpen as fangs gleam. And khyr face-splits open as metal grinders whirrrrrr and scream.
Metal is shredded, plating is pried off, limbs are ripped off, cables are stripped, energon is consumed as one of Primus’ followers feeds.
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