#💉[rp thread]

[milltown-boy]

“ pretty boy consumed by death “

MICK WAS half sprawled, damn near half-dressed across the torn up couch that had been left sitting near his musty corner. One of his boots was kicked off, and the other dangling off the edge of the measly coffee table. The safe house was a bit stuffy, smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, dew— and the radio was busted again.

“ ain’t got no goddamn reason to keep me here like a princess in a tower. “ he’d muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes, head lolled back against the arm.

He huffed, “ you’d think if this damn group was so important, there’d be something decent to eat. Or air conditioning, or a fuckin’ record player. “ he’d paused, eyes flickering lazily as he’d shifted to sit up.

At least they had a damn arcade machine, but even then, that seemed to be busted up. Probably from when Bell got mad and.. kicked it a lil’ too hard. They both sure got an earful out of it.

[commanders-quarters]

“We are doomed.”

It uttered without elaboration. Carqine, his most loyal of sea cucumbers, halted his cleaning duties to give the lumbering automaton a quizzical look from where he stood.

“Doomed? That’s hardly a notion you hear every day. Care to elaborate, commander?” the conductor prompted with a bite of sarcasm, extending his spindly arms to streak over the extended surface area of the newly-installed signages with a damp rag. Most of the old ones had faulty lighting and were generally outdated, so new ones were purchased and set within their respective stations to display the necessary information.

The air was stale around here, and there weren’t any patrons in sight. If there was, the commander wouldn’t be standing out here in the first place.

While the… shall we say seedier sectors of the metro didn’t see much traffic, the larger, more up-kept areas still saw great business. The incident with the NILS statue had done remarkably little to actually impede sales. It was almost humorous.

Tartar takes a lunging step forward, closing some of the height difference so he could address his valued employee more seriously.

His wires ripple in discontentment. “These… other Tartars I have observed. Many of them feel lonely, and remorseful. Many of them regret what they’ve done.” it explains coldly, rubbing its clacking fingers together.

Carqine turns his head to study the oozing, disgruntled visage of the robot. He gave a thoughtful hum.

“And why is that a problem? Does it make you doubt yourself and your own directive? Give you second thoughts?” he theorized, gesticulating a stretchy arm in its direction.

Denewiah is quick to shake his head, emitting a frustrated spout of hissing white steam from his card slot. “That’s hardly it. The problem is that these… Tartars, if you can even call them that at this rate, are SO quick to roll over and abandon their optimal trajectory for goal acquisition, and for why? Because some misbegotten Inkfish told them they were ‘doing a bad thing’? I mean, it’s just LAUGHABLE! It makes you think they were never serious about resurrecting humanity to begin with!” he raved with his hands thrown into the air.

The sea cucumber couldn’t exactly say he related to the commander’s frustrations, but he saw no harm in hearing him out either. He gives a short whistle as he sets down the spray bottle of glass cleaner.

“Do you think any of them are only pretending to be sorry? Y’know… playing the long con?” the small conductor offered up, his tone comparatively casual.

The AI vocalizes a frustrated sigh as he pinches the tiny metal knob between his eyes— the equivalent of someone pinching the bridge of their nose.

“I’d ordinarily be inclined to believe you Carqine, but I don’t even think most of these other bots have that level of processing power or free memory space to uphold a charade like that.” he rebuked. “I think they’re being entirely sincere.” it groaned in what might’ve been defeat.

Denewiah didn’t feel as though his main gripe had been properly emphasized, so he went on to explain, “If we look across the varying timelines, and the STEEP majority of Commander Tartars ABANDON their duty and begin to sympathize with the Inkfish… That surely spells doom for humanity and its return. These-… These messengers, hand-PICKED by the humans before them, should be doing EVERYTHING in their power to ensure that decision is honored! We’re DOOMED!” it exclaimed, taking another thundering step closer with its claws twitching and lashing with thinly suppressed anger.

The android’s employee couldn’t help but wince back into his shoulders a bit at the telephone’s outburst. There were few things that got it this passionately infuriated, and it was never pretty to witness.

“Well,” he gulps, smoothing out the lapel of his little suit, “I guess that means you’ll have to pick up the slack where they can’t.” he concluded.

Tartar freezes up as that epiphany hits him, and his wires are held firm in the air as his internals whir sharply. Eventually, the wires go slack after another hiss of steam, and he suddenly straightens himself back out to his full height.

“Yes…”

Its lenses gleam with a renewed determination as it adjusts the sleek brim of its prized cap.

“I suppose I will.”

[medicillin]

He's sprawlng into her chair, grinning slyly. "Well if such a gorgeous medic is handing out shots how could i say no?"

First Aid means back as far as she can and feels her intake catch. “Oh, uh…haha….wow-“

The little nurse paused as if to cower under his massive frame, then lit up so fast she herself could hardly keep up.

“I’ve never met someone so health conscious!” She squeezed her way out of her seat and lowered Ghost down instead without warning before prepping for his very painful immunization. “Relax, it’ll be over before you know it!”

[resurrecthemuses]

TAGS.

MUSE'S TAGS.

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🎮»—𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆! (rp prompts/ask prompts)

[hanahaki-fiddleford]

Ah, hello, interdimentionet!

Important info:

Mod is a minor.

No DNI but will block if uncomfortable.

Main account: @animnightmare

a handful of my many many rp blogs: @pyramid-steven @papa-mcgucket @revityfalls @filbrick-pines @sophie-pines

Credit to @saradika-graphics (sorry for the ping) for the dividers, they are not mine.

Tags: #🌺Im okay🥀 (for Fiddleford), #💊no youre not💉 (for Stanford), #out of character (for ooc posts, obv) #asks (for answered asks), #not an ask (for original posts), #🌺responses🥀 (for RP threads with Fiddleford, mute if you dont want these filling up your dash!) #💊responses💉 (same thing but for Stanford), #🔁reblogs (for reblogs unrelated to RP- like art and memes and such.)

INFORMATION ABOUT THE AU:

While researching anomalies in gravity falls, Fiddleford and Ford discover somthing new. Not a magical monster, but a magical disease. Anybody exposed to the hanahaki virus will contract it if experiencing unrequited love.

Ford researches ancient cures, of course. The possible cures being:

A. Confess your feelings: if they reciprocate, you are free.

B. remove the virus by force, destroying the feelings you have for that person.

C. Demonic intervention

Stanford abandons all work on the portal immediately to help his friend. Bill abandons him in turn, deciding it'll be easier to either find another human partner to help him, or wait for Fiddleford to die and Ford to come crawling back.

Fiddleford refuses to get the surgery. He also refuses to tell Ford who it is he's in love with.

Ford dedicates his every waking moment to taking care of Fiddleford as he deteriorates, trying to find or invent another cure, and secretly trying to uncover who it is Fiddleford has feelings for so he can force the man to confess to them and attempt to cure him that way.

Fiddleford dedicates his time to resting, and enjoying life while he still can.

ABOUT THE BLOG:

Ford is using the interdimensionet (interdimentional internet-) he rewired scraps of the portal to acess a cominications service to hopefully find others who could help

Fiddleford is using it to...just talk to people. He has very little to do these days, after all.

DESIGNS:

Fiddleford is thin, weak, and sickly pale. He stays happy despite this. He is too shaky and tired to shave regularly, and has compromised to letting himself grow a small beard.

[cocos-cries]

Tags below the cut!

General Tags;

🐈‍⬛ | void all meowtakes — answering asks

🃏 | up to no good — coco being mischevious /silly

✒️ | the meowtiverse — verses

🐾 | meowing loudly — reblogs

🧩| for meowing out loud — Rp game(s)

⋅─ ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ─⋅

Interaction Tags

🪖| papa with a helmet void — Her papa, Capitano!

💉| hiiiissing fit — dottore

⋅─ ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ─⋅

Thread Tags

tba.

⋅─ ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ─⋅

Anon sign-offs. (Her anon sign-off is; 🐈‍⬛. So watch out for her :3)

None!

[medicillin]

“If you do, I’ll love you forever.”

She cycled her optics behind her visor into a squint.

“And maybe, just maybe, I’ll do the rest of your paperwork.”

First Aid kicks in the door.

“Lay on me.”

“NOW.”

Well. She knows what she wants and she's a determined little thing.

"What ever happened to asking nicely?" Despite the grumbling, he does approach her. "And what if I do?"

[mark-mumbles]

》 WELCOME 《

Blog staus: ARCHIVED

☎️ rat: cocksnatcher - brojob

》 GENERAL 《

> Mark is cold, violent, controlling, and is in his late 30s to early 40s. He also wears his pig mask most of the time.

This means, do not expect him to be nice to you.

> Sexulaity is gay and his pronouns are he/him.

> No NSFW stuff allowed (ex: detailed intercourse, masterbation).

> PLEASE BE PAITENT AS WE RUN MULTIPLE BLOGS. THERE IS ONLY ONE THING BEHIND THEM ALL. WE ALSO TEND TO GET DISTRACTED EASILY. WE WILL ANSWER AT SOME POINT.

Rp blogs we run: @dennis-denies, @mark-mumbles, @heelshire-hollers, @warden-whinges, @arkin-announces, @patricia-preaches, @quentin-questions

> Talking: "talking"

> Actions: actions

> Mod Speak: 》 mod speak 《

》 MOD INFO 《

> adult

> it/its/itself

> gay/queer/faggot

> inhuman/holy being

》 TAGS AND AUS 《

> askbox - asks

> thread - threads

> ☎️ rat - mod post

> ☎️ rat reblog - mod reblog

> mark mumbles - general posts

> 💉 adam/mark (romantic apprentice au)

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

💉This is a Rp +Ask blog for Pharma from Transformers.

💉 Mun is 25 and would much prefer if partner was at least 18.

💉at least semi lit. And I would highly suggest partner to give me at the very least a paragraph to work with or the thread is going to die quickly (sorry but I just can't really work with one-liners) now this does not really apply to those ask games when you first send them in.

💉NSFW isn't completely off the table, but I wouldn't expect it right off hand either( once again unless it's a ask game or stated otherwise). Gore and dark themes are absolutely fine though. Major character death is even a-okay here! I'm definitely not for the faint hearted, so if dark themes or humor bothers you then I'm probably not for you.

💉 AUs acceptable but it must be thoroughly talked about before hand to make sure we both agree/ are on the same page. If you are wanting a certain AU Pharma of mine it must be specified or you are getting my IDW aligned one.

💉Asks games/ memes will Never expire. Also Feel free also drop stuff in my inbox ( just please don't go too overboard)

💉 Please have patience as mun is a actual person outside of this blog and may be busy. If I feel you are pressuring me then i'm going to block you.

💉 You may get to know Mun if you wish ( just please don't be weird) examples: telling me you are rubbing one in/ out. Mun also tries their best to be nice and stay out of drama, but I'll rip your head off if I have to.So don't get into a attitude with me because you aren't getting your way with me.

💉 If you have a problem with another user then it's been you and that user. If you have a problem with me then please don't be hesitant to let me know so we can talk it out like adults.

💉Mun does ship Tarnma and content of said ship will be shown here, so just warning you now. Other ships are welcome as well! ( so long as there is chemistry and must be talked about before hand) Pharma here has major trust issues, so it's going to take time knocking down those walls. Contrast to this if I flat out mention I ship something, please don't try to get me to interact with these muses as filiation-like bond 😬 I understand people view things differently but i'm not the partner for you then. It's just safe to talk close relationships out in general beforehand honestly.

💉 Now I'm not going to necessarily bite your head off if you forget something, i'll just remind you because as said: I don't expect you to remember EVERYTHING ( especially if it's not canon) Hell! I'm guilty of this myself! But if I have to keep on or feel you are doing it intentionally then I'm dropping you.

💉If you need me to trigger warn anything, don't hesitate to tell me! Please! :0 as said it can/ will get pretty dark here and hurting you is the last thing I want to do

💉 Feel free to ask if you have any questions! It's encouraged in fact!

[medicillin]

date night idea: u dismember me and then put me back together <3

First Aid turns slowly and flusters, glancing back down the corridor. “P-Pharma!” She hissed, waving her datapad at him in mounting annoyance as if to shoo him away. “I’ve told you a dozen times! Please, don’t flirt while I’m on the clock!”

(Not that she wasn’t interested.)

[medicillin]

“First Aid?” Rung calls out, perhaps a tad too soft to distract until he repeats himself slightly louder. “First Aid, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to ask if you might have a klik to spare. I have a question.”

First Aid shot up with a start, setting aside the solvent she’d been using to clean the underside of her desk. It was bi-weekly-clean-every-surface-in-the-office day, after all.

“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” She laughed, gesturing for Rung to take one of the seats opposite her desk. She sat professionally, reaching out and straightening her datapad.

“Of course! How can I help?”

[hat-guy-official]

…What a nightmare.

Hello, new segment.

( @dottore-official )

oh, hello Lord Dottore. As you can see I have finished the new batch of prosthetics, they’re ready to be sent out to the soldiers.

[medicillin]

First Aid had prepped for days but nothing felt good enough. The engex she’d chilled didn’t feel cold enough, the flat didn’t feel clean enough, she didn’t feel put together enough.

She was working full time as a CNA at a small local clinic in Kaon. After her track record, Ratchet’s recommendations hadn’t mattered much in getting her back on her pedes after she’d left the Lost Light. Too many had talked, and not enough had given her the benefit of the doubt. But, recovering Kaon had taken pity on her with the stipulation that she worked as an aid and nothing more.

How would Pharma view her now? Washed up, strung out on her own stress and lack of recharge with cheap domestic engex out in her counter…she was definitely something. Or maybe she was just being too hard on herself.

She opened the door tentatively at first, spark on the defense as she slowly trailed up to meet the optics of the mech she’d destroyed. Her servos had-

First Aid cleared the bitter static from her intake.

Not today. No, not today.

She cautiously opened the hatch the rest of the way and glanced down the corridor, frowning behind her mask when she realized he was alone. She expected an entourage, seeing as how his sudden revival was the source of much public suspicion and fascination.

“AHA- N-No you made it to the right place!” She fumbled over her words, internally kicking herself when she strayed the obvious.

The little medic blocked the doorway for a beat too long before shuffling out of the way with an awkward little wave. “Oh, uh…come in! It’s not much, but it’s…it’s what gets me by! I have engex chilling-“ First Aid groaned, mortified, when she remembered Pharma didn’t drink. “Slag, I forgot you’re…it’s fine I can grab something else. Make yourself at home, there’s a datapad next to the berth if you’d like to read…eh…something.”

First Aid’s quarters at the Kaon clinic were modest at best. She owned a single chair, a small, tidy desk with a few thin texts imported from off-world, and a cold berth. She’d grabbed a tiny refrigerator from a sale at the local market, but she didn’t have much in it. It seemed she was surviving on clinic rations.

She finally dug out a pathetically tiny bottle of liquid energon, bringing it over and leaning against the wall aside her desk. “So how,” she mulled around for an icebreaker. “You’re alive. That’s an improvement. Eh- haha.”

continued: x , x // @medicillin

She actually responded? She actually responded. He really hadn't expected that. And now he wasn't so sure what to think.

After a few small back and forth discussions on possible meet up locations, they decided on First Aid's current whereabouts (which was a relief, since Pharma's place was an absolute disaster as of right now.)

After all this time, reconnecting certainly was a bit daunting. So much had changed. Pharma wasn't exactly in his best condition, and he knew that. But the urge to hide himself away was less than the urge to reconnect to someone who knew the experiences, who understood, who was there.

Once she opens the door, he gives an awkward expression. "....Well. Glad I made it to the right place. I got a little lost back there, didn't wanna knock on any wrong doors."

[medicillin]

First Aid waved a servo. “I wanted to stop by before resting, I know how you get.” She laughed warmly. “If I don’t take care of you and make sure you keep up your health, who will?”

She sighed with a small huff. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Sir? It’s…Our shift ended for the night.” First Aid peeks through the door, cautiously entering with a soft knock. “I brought you something.”

She moves forward and sets a flask on the edge of Pharma’s desk. “It’s not engex, don’t worry. Just some light energon for a pick me up.” She smiles, optics cycling behind her visor. “Keep up your strength! Your part of the ward is a bit…hectic tonight, haha!”

First Aid had a habit of just showing up at times. Thankfully, this time at least, he's not in the middle of something he has to scurry to hide away from public view. No, for now he's just dealing with paperwork and charting. The CMO doesn't acknowledge her entrance. Not till she approaches him.

Optics glance over to the object she places on the desk. "Ah. Well thank you." A servo slowly reaches for it to pull it closer to himself. "When is my side of the ward not hectic..." He mutters to himself.

"It's a little late for you to be wondering around. As you said, our shift is over. Should you not be retiring for the night?"

[medicillin]

“Is that any way to address your new CMO, nurse?” First Aid responded coolly, tapping the papers once again. “I’m assuming they came from Prowl himself. He finally overturned my conversation with Rung and recognized my true talent.”

“And I’m greatful. I’m glad they finally let me have a go at things!”

First Aid throws open Pharma’s office door and slams her new qualifications on his cluttered desk.

“LOOK! HAHA!” She laughed maniacally, tapping incessantly at the document with increasing vigor. “I’ve been named CMO! I’m your boss now! HA!”

"No. Absolutely not. You haven't even been repromoted to Doctor, why the hell would they make you CMO—....?" Optics scan through he papers, each new line of text growing in franticness.

"...This is ridiculous! Who the hell agreed to these? No one said anything to me about it. Why would they make such a change now??"

[medicillin]

First Aid felt her boot code chime its completion over her visor. She shut the hatch behind her and turned, sending a command to dull the lights in her suite. Pharma looked sensitive and she didn’t want to risk any stimuli agitating him further.

“Here, let me help you.” She whispered, taking him by the elbow and leading him to the far corner. First Aid lowered him down onto the edge of her berth with a sigh. “Don’t apologize I’m just…confused. I’m not following. Are you hurt? Sick?”

Aid sat next to her old friend, leaning forward to try and meet his optics with concern. “You’re always welcome here, Pharma, but…how can I help you? Tell me what you need.”

Her voice was gentle and sincere, full of that same bedside manner she showed their patients back in that dirty place she refused to speak of. If Pharma was here, she was willing to help.

He's at her doorstep, repeatedly knocking in the hopes of her to answer. He knows he doesn't deserve any of her help, any of her kindness and hospitality, but he also knows she is the best shot he's got. He's struggling. Physically, mentally, take your pick. But he can't keep up like this on his own anymore. He needs someone to help him, even if shakily, back to his pedes.

"Look, I know I have no right coming here out of the blue... I just— ....I'm sick. I need help."

First Aid hadn’t heard from Pharma in a few weeks since their odd reconnection. She figured it had been too awkward or that she’d been too…different than her former employer had remembered. After all, she was a mech when they’d met.

Now she was a femme.

Yet, here he was again. Pharma had remembered her address and found his way here through the dark of night in a frenzied panic. He looked different, smelled terrible, and was obviously worked up about something.

The nurse struggled through her boot code, having flown out of her semi-peaceful recharge to the sound of terrified knocking. Strings of sleepy code clouded her visor as she struggled to keep up.

“Pharma…? I didn’t- what are you doing here?” She glanced down the hallway to where a few of her neighbors peeked out of their habs, annoyed with the commotion.

Aid shushed him gently and opened the door, allowing a flood of pale light to illuminate the darkness. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. Come in and tell me what’s wrong.”