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Old timer?

I've pretty much been anywhere and everywhere I can go. Time I got back to Optimus. Hope he's still alive...

(Ask/RP blog for Kup. Set DURING the movie.)

Kup's Comm. Line:
•Long-Range comm. (Can reach anyone with a radio/comm. line, no matter where they are)•
Jul 9 '14

"I’m Teaspoon, Cybertron’s Chief Dishwasher."

Jun 23 '14

"Lad, ya can’t take ‘em on alone. You’ll need help."

Tags: open
Jun 23 '14

robotsandramblings:

jessicatheshark:

LMAO OMFG
apparently some reviewers are nitpicking on TF4 because there’s “too many robots”
TOO MANY ROBOTS
IN A TRANSFORMERS MOVIE
HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

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May 17 '14

pinkiepiethepartypony asked:

“Ooh! Who are you? You look cooool! Wanna be friends?” Here, have a hyperactive pink pony sitting on your shoulder area.

“What on Cybertron-” A talking pony. Well, now he’d seen everything.

May 17 '14

sabotageismymiddlename asked:

[づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ Campaign make a person happy: send this for the 10 tumblrs that you most admire, if you receive it 3 times or more consider yourself loved! ❤ ❤ ❤]

You sir are a sir *gives you a top hat and a monocle*

May 2 '14

Anonymous asked:

\ (^_^)/ Hello beautiful person! If you receive this it means you make someone happy! Go on anonymous and send this to 10 followers that make you happy, or some you feel need some cheering up. If you get some back, even better!

WHAT? WHAAAAAT? *TACKLE-HUGS*

May 2 '14

old-timer is on the beach

kingsofthesea:

old-timer:

kingsofthesea:

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Perched atop a sturdy outcropping of rock, Poseidon watched the sea churn over the rocks below his feet. Rough seas on a seemingly calm day might spell bad weather later on, a hint that he was sure to remember when he returned to the shore. A hefty chunk of energon was close to being chipped out of this very cliff, but focus he must. Thus he turned his attention away from the sea and towards the sliver of luminecient blue casting thin shadows in it’s little hideaway. 

A ship drops out the sky, crashing offshore. Kup, one of the oldest surviving Autobors, climbs out of it, and heads for the shoreline. “…Hope the locals are friendly.” By the time he arrived, he had worn himself out, and he collapsed on the shoreline.

Now that was a sound that the half deaf seeker actually managed to hear, let alone see. Surprised and alarmed, he jerked away from his task and stared up as the ship dropped from the sky and created enough of a wave that it soaked into the cove just beyond. 

Having reacted to crashed ships at least once before, Poseidon leapt from the rocks, landed in the surf and started sprinting towards the wreck, kicking up sea foam. It took time but he eventually got there, noting the broken frame was quickly filling with salt water. Dangerous if the fuel tanks were leaking…but for now, someone on the shore needed his help first anf foremost. 

He was quick to get to them. “Sir! Are you alright? Are you able to speak?” He asked, carefully plucking the old Autobot up and dragging him as far away as he could manage. No reason to stick around when the ship might explode, water logged or not.

Kup was offline, optics dark, but he was alive. He came back online while being dragged. “Where…am I…” He quickly snapped out of the dazed state. “Lad, what the hell are ya doin’? I can walk.”

Kup got up and dusted himself off. “Who are you?”

May 2 '14

REBLOG IF YOU HONESTLY THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER GET OVER 10 FOLLOWERS.

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(Source: imjustagirlwithadr3am)

May 2 '14

old-timer is on the beach

kingsofthesea:

Perched atop a sturdy outcropping of rock, Poseidon watched the sea churn over the rocks below his feet. Rough seas on a seemingly calm day might spell bad weather later on, a hint that he was sure to remember when he returned to the shore. A hefty chunk of energon was close to being chipped out of this very cliff, but focus he must. Thus he turned his attention away from the sea and towards the sliver of luminecient blue casting thin shadows in it’s little hideaway. 

A ship drops out the sky, crashing offshore. Kup, one of the oldest surviving Autobors, climbs out of it, and heads for the shoreline. “…Hope the locals are friendly.” By the time he arrived, he had worn himself out, and he collapsed on the shoreline.

May 2 '14