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PSA - Hiatus

I’ve reached a decision.

Ratchet is going on permanent hiatus until further notice.

I cannot deal with the massive wall of anxiety and the feelings of complete uselessness and just how completely not necessary I feel when I even think about logging onto this account, so I’m washing my hands of it. I’ll keep the account up, for posterity’s sake, and in case I ever decide to change my mind.

There are a lot of other great Ratchet blogs out there, including at least one good friend of mine, and so I feel I have been adequately replaced to the point that I will not be leaving much of a hole by abandoning Ratchet.

You can still find me on my other blogs. I don’t feel even half the anxiety on them as I do on Ratchet. I apologize to anyone that was waiting on a thread. It won’t be happening.

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appreciate derek hale: derek + season 3B

“I might not be an Alpha anymore but I can still fight like one.”

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Teach children that this is not ok

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❝ Sorry — yeah, I know. What’re you having ? ❞

                                                  indie idw swerve.

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He breathed a sigh of relief, and gestured for the other to enter. “Thank you, not very many people think to bring me fuel, and it would be nice, for once, to be in the company of somebody that was conscious.”

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It had been a long night in the medibay, and Ratchet breathed a sigh of relief when he looked around, and realized that all of the day’s duties were finally done. Turning towards the door, he noticed Blaster. “Please tell me you’re not injured.”

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Ratchet looked at Bluestreak, his optics narrowing in a slightly annoyed expression. “Bluestreak. Do you not recall your last rust-proofing? Is this why the record is blank?” 

He let out a sigh, and then stated, “We shall add that to the list of things that need to be done before the week is out. Next on the agenda is... When was your last general examination?”

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“Bluestreak, please come to the medibay for a second. I have a few questions to ask, nothing major.” He tried his best to use a calm voice. Typically when he asked people to come to the medibay, they had… not so pleasant reactions.

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That was not the response that the CMO had been expecting from the Decepticon. There had to be a catch, some sort of larger scheme at play, here. Why would a known Decepticon wish to help an Autobot medic? Wasn’t it in the Decepticon’s best interests for the Autobots to not receive this much-needed supply?

“Okay,” he said, keeping his optics on the other mech. “What’s the catch? Decepticons aren’t this friendly, especially with Autobot medics.”

Ratchet knew that, yes, it was possible that sometimes Decepticons could be friendly, but he also knew that it was far more likely that Knock Out would end up the next Prime, and that wasn’t about to happen.

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That was by far the last thing he’d expected to find when he turned around. Surprise written all over his face, he looked the other up and down, taking a small, hesitant step backwards. “Uh, hello… there…”

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“It’s okay! I’m an emergency vehicle!”

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“Where are you going? I need you here! Don’t leave me alone!!!”

“Let me go!! I’M GOING TO THE TOILET!”

“THEN I WILL GO WITH YOU!!!”

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He wasn’t fully listening, still uncertain that he wouldn’t have to get up and run, until the young woman mentioned Ironhide and Bumblebee. Optics widening, he snapped his head to face her more directly. “Ironhide is dead.”

That may have been, but Bumblebee was alive, so far as Ratchet was aware. “Where can I find Bumblebee?”

“Shhh…quiet… quiet. There’s an ear and an eye for every whisper you say.” she motioned for him to kneel down next to her. “Listen to me. Some of us are still out there. Epps and his crew. On and off I talk to him. Lately there has been a lot of activity. I had no idea who all has still survived. Some swear that…” she paused for a moment, looking absolutely distort by something.

“We have all lost friends. There are rumors that many of your, of our comrades are out there, looking for us still. We have a safe house. Do you… do you know Ironhide? Bumblebee?”

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Super Sketch Sale!

Normally, my Sketches are $5/bust and $8/full body, but for THIS SUPER SPECIAL SALE Imma bring it down to be $3/bust and $5 full body!

+$2 for shading! (as shown in the above examples) +$1 for adding a faint color overlay! (as shown in the above examples)

These prices are Per single Character, for the sake of simplicity. But, I am totally willing to do up to two or three, depending - feel free to email me if you have questions.

Please send an email to breecisneros@gmail.com if you’re interested!

There will only be 10 SLOTS AVAILABLE! 

Things I will do: OCs, Furry, Robot/Mecha/TF, canon/fandom characters, All Fandoms are welcome but cartoon is preferred over Live Action.

Please spread the word, and thank you all for your support!

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“Relax, you’re not in trouble. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask so I can save Ultra Magnus a headache. I was looking over the files we have on record, and there are a couple of minute details not filled in. Not essential or life-altering, but medical files need to be accurate, and I am certain Ultra magnus would agree with me. First question: when was the last time you had your armor rust-proofed?”

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“Bluestreak, please come to the medibay for a second. I have a few questions to ask, nothing major.” He tried his best to use a calm voice. Typically when he asked people to come to the medibay, they had… not so pleasant reactions.

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Looking down at himself for a brief moment, he considered how it was that he’d come to return, after his incident with Lockdown. He had been killed. He remembered standing on the edge of the AllSpark, and being pulled back, slowly, by some as-of-then unknown force. He’d awakened, but he was different.

“Not as... exaggerated as you might think.” As if to prove his point, the medic underwent the transformation process into his ambulance mode, and back to his root mode, via a means that was alien to him. He was, due to the circumstances following his death, a man-made transformer with the spark and processor of a natural-born Cybertronian. “They couldn’t salvage my body, they’d melted it down, so... when they realized they were wrong, they gave me one of theirs.”

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Of all the mecha he could have come across in the weeks following his miraculous return to health, Starscream wasn’t at the top of his list of preferred faces. Still, not knowing the status of the war or any of the other Autobots (or Decepticons, for that matter), he decided it was perhaps best if he made a weak-spirited attempt at decency. 

Nodding, he said, ���Starscream.” It was a start.

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No one else had been available for this particular mission - a simple energon recovery, and the Autobots desperately needed energon - and so Ratchet had gone himself. It wasn’t often that he left the base, true, but he did know how to fend for himself.

“I am not here to fight. My team requires energon, and so I am retrieving some from this abandoned mine.”

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That was by far the last thing he’d expected to find when he turned around. Surprise written all over his face, he looked the other up and down, taking a small, hesitant step backwards. “Uh, hello… there…”

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N.E.S.T.? Some of them survived? Primus, he’d assumed they’d been added to the same hitlist he’d been put on for their connections to him and his kind.

Shrinking back into the shadows, he uttered a small apology. “I fell into recharge, and the light shifted,” he explained. “I am Ratchet. I require access to medical supplies.”

Slag. This was not going according to plan. Here he was, having just awakened - in root mode - with a human nearby. This was not good at all. Well, there would be no getting around it now. He put on a nervous smile, and said, “I don’t suppose I could convince you to look the other way…”