(lit.: fingertips-feeling) good skill in handling things / sensitivity and empathy First Aid || Autobot || doctor personal blog of a bumpkin from Delphi talk to me about the Wreckers written by Sam Undertale follows back from @thereelingvagabond
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First Aid perks up as the creature draws closer, mistaking its slow pace for hesitancy. "Hey, it's okay. Are you lost, or--"
The mechquine transforms, and First Aid doesn't even have time to cover his audials, let alone run away. His only response is a frightened blat of static that tapers off into a squeal as his palm is licked.
"What in--" He peers up at the mech in front of him, visor scrunched up in confusion, before he suddenly gasps, reeling back like he's been struck. "You," he says accusingly. "What are you even doing here?"
At first, Ghostspire was very tempted to just... ignore him. This was awkward and humiliating enough as it was. Being called over like he was some unthinking mechanimal was.... not entirely pleasant.
Then there was another idea.
He turns, slowly. Hooves clomping slowly, carefully as he comes over to the little medic. And he almost feels bad when he transforms. The noise was horrible, loud and screeching with parts rubing roughly against eachother.
But he grabs the others servo, the one holding up the gummy, and takes it in his denta, glossa licking at the others palm.
"I wonder if its as sweet as you~" He purrs with a maw full of denta.
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( anon is back on for First Aid and a few other select blogs. fundraising asks from anons/people i do not know will be deleted and blocked. please remember that if someone blocks you via anon ask, it is irreversible. )
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being weird and full of love can save you
and it might save those around you, too
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@circuitry-and-chaos
That is the biggest, most majestic mechquine First Aid has ever seen. He’s already fumbling in his subspace for an energon gummy and making soft kissy noises.
“Hello.”
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"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.
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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
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My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.
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His helm tilts, visor and facemask somehow managing to convey an expression of confusion and dismay. “Wh… but I do know? I saw Perceptor’s notes on it.” Anthrax had completely washed out as a cyberadaptive bioweapon; that’s why Perceptor had been allowed to publish his findings at all. Rumour had it Prowl had been quite upset about it, too, but none of that made it into the research paper.
“I’m not — I don’t lie.” Not often enough to make it a habit, anyway.
{ @doyourequirefirstaid }
“…We aren’t susceptible to anthrax.”
IMMEDIATE FACE SCRUNCH.
"You don't-- you don't know that. Don't just make things up. That's called lying and it makes you a terrible person. Are you a terrible person, First Aid?"
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“Yes, yours is waiting to be made up how you like it,” he says, leaving another little kiss on Pharma’s helm crest.
@doyourequirefirstaid replied to your post
[sneaks a kiss to his cheek since he’s clearly paying so little attention]
Pharma stops, turning his helm to look at him a moment, opticridges furrowed. He finally says something "Did you make coffee?" referring to the fact that Firstaid has coffee scented kisses.
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“You must care for yourself before you attempt looking after others.”
“I try,” he says quietly. “I do, I promise.”
He sighs quietly into his cube, the first one he’s had all day. “It’s easier helping other people. They’re right in front of me, and even if they aren’t asking me for help directly, their problems and needs seem so much more immediate, and make so much more sense. Mine… can generally wait.”
Sometimes it felt like he was sustained more by helping others than fuel or rest could ever manage.
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“…Fell asleep again.”
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@apollytus said:
“ aid … you know you’re no match for him. ”
“Well I would be, if he didn’t have that outlier,” First Aid grumbles. He is six ounces of medical whoop-ass, thank you very much.
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“I don’t care WHAT just happened, I’m still gonna kill him.”
#but now he’ll be even slower and with an unfamiliar center of gravity. good#first aid posts#dash commentary#symphonicdemise
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Custom Vortex reference for @slashersnrobots
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“‘Common misconception’—?” he chokes out, caught somewhere between mockery and hissing outrage. “Forgive all us short-sighted fools, I suppose, for simply assuming that the ‘traitor’-murdering squad would consider any unsanctioned fraternization treason and act accordingly.”
He cannot afford to lose his temper with Tarn, he knows this, but it’s so tempting to just… unclench. “Don’t,” he finally says, sounding strangled, “bring Pharma into this. We both know that anyone with a high enough rank, in either faction, could get away with breaking whatever rules they wanted.”
@doyourequirefirstaid replied to your post “"Fraternizing across factions isn't a terrible...”:
“…Wasn’t that something you murdered people over???”
"That's a common misconception. Those that were on the list had defected, or assisted the Autobot forces in some way. If we killed someone who had slept with the enemy, it was purely coincidence."
"Killing someone just for fragging an Autobot would make me the biggest hypocrite in the galaxy."
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