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// I’ll try to be on this account more I promise

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// so… Rod is jealous of Megatron for dating past Rod? Talk about egotistical 💔

// I’ll take your word 😭🙏

// how could those two things POSSIBLY be related

// so like, what IS the new Live action reboot called? Cuz I’ve mostly seen it be either ‘Beeverse’ or sometimes ‘Knightverse’ but like I don’t know what the general consensus is

*I guess he’ll just have to show his cool awesome amazing crayon drawings to someone else…*

*drawing with crayons.*

*he’s just a little baby who wants attention 💔*

:(

*tapping his helm*

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// guys I’m still alive I promise. I’ll try to get back into doing rp regularly but I can’t in good conscience make any promises

// remember when I was active and didn’t disappear for like a month at a time? Yeah. You guys got pictures in DMs yet?

Ew- *physically stepping back* Primus, no, that’s a faceplate only a Carrier could love-

// sorry my activeness has been extremely inconsistent recently, irl stuff that I can’t be bothered getting into

…the more you know- I’m not surprised we couldn’t pick up on anything back in the day, not with the humans insistance we use their hobbled together scrap.

I went into forced shut down due to lack of Energon in ‘44, so probably then? Still a bit hazy. What would the ‘Cons want with this scrapyard anyways? There’s nothing here except us and barely enough Energon to survive!

Con’s..? *even through the mask his bewilderment is easy to see* I thought Megatron went into hiding. And I got here in 1931, dunno what year it is, I’ll let you figure it out. *94 years. Assuming it’s 2025, of course. But either way it’s a long time*

*the bot simply nodded in acknowledgment of her name and occupation* Fox Lines, Aldershot. Though apparently the human’s war has ended, so I’m not sure if we’re welcome there anymore…

*an easy mistake to make, given he’s wearing his battle mask, his completely different frame and army green armour plating.* Supposedly I’ve been here longer than anyone else. Who are you supposed to be? *I almost forgot his memory’s been practically reset, that wouldn’t help in identifying him*

… *if he were a less disciplined bot, he would’ve burst out laughing, but, alas, he’s got thousands of years of training to stop him from doin exactly that. He knew that he’d gained all the information he could in this position, so, he started his engine, back up a little and charged right

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. #TransformersRP #TFRP #MVRP - Non-Lewd - Crack/Serious - Crossover Friendly

*…he’s even more stupid then Bee was expected So a little fun was in order* Behind you.

You crave what?

*sitting there is a lone Rolls Royce. Specifically a model that started production in 1931. Nothing out of the ordinary here. No sir-ry. Completely normal*

*…you only live once. Just a small blast not enough to cause any harm, aimed at his peds. It’ll cause a small sting at worst, if it’s noticed, he’ll get up, if not, he’ll stay put*

*though he’d never give up his position to someone who has even the slightest chance of being his enemy, Bee was starting to think of firing a shot off, seeing how the bot reacted…give him something to work off instead of just inaudible rambling*

*still silently observing… …from what he remembered Optimus was a lazy fatass with far too much attitude for his position*

// chat do I post?

*The Autobot’s weapon slowly disarmed itself and transformed back into his hand* So, I take it you are a Predacon then? Who made you? And why are you on Earth, it’s only supposed to be me and Hot Rod.

// what if I just slapped this on the side of Bee then what?

How? It’s a war that’s affecting this entire planet- How are you on this planet to begin with?! Your kind is extinct! *the barrel of the Autobot’s canon started glowing a red hue as it was extended slightly towards the unfamiliar Predacon*

*then, at the moments notice, the Rolls Royce started transforming, the Autobot inside rolling behind Void the moment his playing would allow. He came to stiff stop just behind the Predacon, transforming his arm into a canon and pointing it at his assumed opponent, though not without +

*the tiniest, faintest click could be heard, soft enough that even if heard by the untrained it, it would more than likely by chalked up to one’s imagination. Followed soon by small movements coming from within the vehicles frame, almost like it was preparing itself for movement*

Is that right..? well… that’s something… I read that human wars can span up to a hundred earth years and multiple generations… but, I guess if it’s over then it’s over. Honestly, I thought the thing would never end!

// for the event :3

NOT THAT WAR! The war that the humans had- our war will rage on for as long as Autobots and Decepticons continue to exist.

…weird… I guess… *now sitting down and quietly reflecting on his situation, thinking long and hard about what he should do* So… I’m guessing the war’s over?

2025… has it… has it really been 80 years since I went into stasis? That… that can’t be right… how was I not awoken sooner… And, no, I don’t think I’m related, I’ve never heard of a boy named ‘Bumblebee’-

…Bumblebee..? I- think you have me confused with someone else- Prime shouldn’t even be on this planet… how long have I been in stasis… is it not the 26th of April 1945?

AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOY FROM SOMEWHERE, SHIFTER?! Primus- what am I even doing here? There’s a war happening and I’m just sat here on my aft- *getting up and beginning to walk away, turning around just before turning a corner* Tell anyone that you saw me and I’ll have your head.