elevated

Galvatron || no longer under Unicron || searching for meaning written by Sam Undertale follows back from @thereelingvagabond

[servusendura]

"It is too bright outside for these sorts of shenanigans."

[violetherald]

Galvatron smushes his face into her neck cables. World bright and sharp. Trinemate dark and soothing.

[servusendura]

There are many benefits to being tall, dark, and brooding.

Such as having your shorter Lord and Master make use of you as a makeshift umbrella. Scourge would probably be better suited with the canopy of his wings, but...

"My liege. Would you prefer it if I transformed?" Cyclonus asks, even as she shifts around to lift her arm over his helm and block him from Hadeen with the guidefin there. "The windows of my canopy are tinted."

[violetherald]

Petulant huffing. “I cannot hold you while you are a starfighter.”

After a while, he angles them both towards the closest shelter. “Steer,” he commands, not looking up from his hiding place.

[servusendura]

"It is too bright outside for these sorts of shenanigans."

[violetherald]

Galvatron smushes his face into her neck cables. World bright and sharp. Trinemate dark and soothing.

[transmechanicus]

Blood test results are back. 0’s across the board, dry as a bone under the hood, they’re not sure what they’ve got in those vials but it recoils from light and lunges towards living tissue, which is all normal for girls these days.

[violetherald]

@convenientkeystorage

Galvatron wrinkles his nose. “You smell of Unicron and Primus.” A puzzle for certain. Rarely do their gods deal in half-measures — and they never intentionally share.

[convenientkeystorage]

“And here I thought I was using the wash racks enough,” the youngling jokes under his breath. But it’s not the first time someone has said something like this to him- he’s a unique specimen. “Yeah, there’s some of both in here. It was a weird, chaotic accident, but I like being alive.”

He looks over the other, tilting his head. The attitude and voice are off, but he knows someone like this bot. “…Galvatron? Empress of destruction?”

[violetherald]

Galvatron brightens. “My counterpart. I like her. It’s good that you’ve met.” That might explain the unmistakeable aura of Unicron around what was apparently a Primus-made mech, if they hadn’t already alluded to something more complicated than that.

“I am also Galvatron. And you are?”

[sparkmender]

How— very apt. Odd, but apt.

That seemed to be where Galvatron operated best, really. That in-between space of brilliance and madness.

Rung deflates a bit in his perch in his too-large chair, absently toying with the small puzzle toy he’d dug out of one of many compartments, and sits with the thought of it.

“The past shapes quite a lot of things, doesn’t it,” the Ornament says, slowly, after a time. “My feelings on the mess aside. I don’t think it’s the sort of… I mean, the trouble with all of it… Ultimately, they’ve as much of a right to ask as I have a right to say no.”

[violetherald]

“Do they really, though?” Galvatron’s gaze slants lazily to the fidget in Rung’s hand, and considers briefly that he might want to pick up some idle habit of his own. Smoking, perhaps. “It’s your business, not theirs. If you want help with it later, you’ll ask them for it.”

He leans over a bit to pointedly catch Rung’s eye. “You will ask, yes?”

[violetherald]

@convenientkeystorage

Galvatron wrinkles his nose. “You smell of Unicron and Primus.” A puzzle for certain. Rarely do their gods deal in half-measures — and they never intentionally share.

[sparkmender]

"I do not want to talk about it. It happened, and it isn't happening now. Isn't that enough? I'm still here. I should be enough."

[violetherald]

“You shouldn’t forget what you’ve overcome. It shapes you, regardless of how you feel about it.” Galvatron purses his lips. “Everyone else, though, can fuck off about it.”

[gobusto]

saw someone mix up "abysmal" and "abyssal" today, so as a reminder:

her skills are abysmal = she is unskilled

her skills are abyssal = her abilities draw upon the forbidden power of the dark void

[violetherald]

Whatever. He’s going to preen Scourge or Cyclonus’ wings, whoever he gets his hands on first.

[violetherald]

Or Rodimus’ silly little spoiler, if the menace would stop being so damn slippery for just a few minutes.

[violetherald]

Whatever. He’s going to preen Scourge or Cyclonus’ wings, whoever he gets his hands on first.

[violetherald]

[parallelkozak]

[reallydelicious]

[maxfwd]

"Arise" - Transformers Movie Fanart by Me

[horseavoider-deactivated2025020]

does anybody else drunk night sword

[scarlettaagni]

pre-Dead Universe Cyclonus is like a little gumdrop to me

[violetherald]

Galvatron lurks in an armchair off to the side, kicking his feet a little as he pensively munches a rust stick. His favourite show is on, it would seem.