#Transformers Firstaid

[thornyfluff]

❤️‍🩹 Don't forget to bring your Firstaid Medipack! ❤️‍🩹

Imagine if the minibots were carried around like this by their bigger cohorts. I can definitely see Rewind being a purse puppy. Swerve would certainly be a sunglasses wearing backpack beagle (should I do more?����🙃).

The Almighty algorithm decided I needed to know about dog sling harnesses for larger dogs that may have mobility problems or for emergency situations. I just couldn't help but laugh at how reluctant some of these dog models look lol. This was also supposed to just stay a doodle too 🙄...

[soulmushh]

Autobot medics!! Plus some silly doodles with them :D. Originally i just wanted to do my own take on Lifeline and Minerva and it spiraled from there.

[0oxxo]

Please do not follow KO tutorial he doesn't even have a medical license

Inspo

[dark-cynder49]

My favorite Transformers?

These guys

[mehiwilldoitlater]

((Requested by @tytorex ))

His fiery optics rested on your trembling figure. And, despite the fact that he knew how scared you could have felt in that moment, you refused to tear away your eyes from his, matching his ominous glare with a prideful and stern one.

Such courage for a mere organic.

Holding your stand, you used yourself to shield the youngest, a few little girls that cannot stop crying for the fear that they felt in that moment. Everything was going great; why did it have to end like that?!

A few hours ago the only trouble was the itchiness of your costume or that one of the troupe was awfully late for the rehearsal. You could never guess that a bunch of big, scary, and evil robots could come and crush the show!

To Megatron, the entire situation was nothing but a joke and a nuisance. The real motive of their action was because they got the intel that a scientist, known for his knowledge of energy resources, was supposed to be there at the show that night. What they didn't know was that the same man had to cancel everything for an emergency call, everything explained by a stressed and fearful manager that couldn't even talk properly in front of their leader.

Now not only did they not have any idea where the objective had gone, but he couldn't even blame anyone but an unlucky situation, and that was the worst.

He was pondering the idea to just leave when a small ruckus happened, catching his attention.

"I SAID STAY AWAY!"

"Ah, calm your circuit; I just want to see how much they can stretch!"

"Stretch this, you punk!"

That was when he saw someone, you, dressed in a candid light blue object, throwing what seems to be a dirty mop in Frenzy's face. The cassette had made the mistake of trying to get closer to the younglings, it seems, and you weren't going to have any of it.

Frenzy was caught off guard, unprepared for an attack like this, and ended up falling on his back, the blood leaving a stain on his faceplate, ending the scene with a swear from him and a series of laughs from the Decepticons that were able to see the scene.

He must have been angered by your action, making him a fool in front of everyone, and he started to start and show his teeth.

"You little—"

"Frenzy."

His voice, steady and firm, echoed between you and the small robot that had tried to grab one of the girls. Despite the uneasy calmness that came from him, it was hard to not notice a hint of something from him when you mustered the courage to actually look at him.

You tried to keep on looking at this devil made of metal, while the other seemed to be more scared of him than you were of all of them together. It was mostly bravado; you didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing the last of the humans in that place trembling in fear.

"L-lord Megatron! This flesh is crazy! She doesn't—"

"Frenzy, don't tell me that a human with a cleaning device is giving you trouble…"

There was a moment of silence; the smaller one didn't know what to say or do, so he just googled his master and Soundwave, now with his attention on the scene.

"N-no, of course!"

"Then, go and stop making a joke of yourself."

With a sulking expression he was now walking away from you and his master, it was clear that his precious pride was shattered by you and your mob. Good, he needed to learn how to respect people. But now, without that sad excuse of a bully, the bloody eyes of their leader were completely on you. Your dressed was pure white, the blue details were similiar to ice and a few snowflakes decorated your hair. His guts twisted by looking at you, not because you are one of those organics that he despised the most, but because those decorations, your occupation, and the regard that some of your species gave you weren't that different from the artist he remembered back on Cybertron.

He still remembered how highly of themselves they acted, how they reveled in the attention of senators and mighty figures, and he remembered their looks on him, full of mockery for this small miner that was trying to elevate himself, that spoke the truth of a corrupted society, the same one that they needed to survive. He still remembered how their disdain for him soon became a look of fear in search of an inch of compassion from the now warlord. Too bad that they missed their shot long ago.

He savored taking care of them, stripping them of their own art and forcing them to choose another path, and the ones that never adapted? Killed by him or the casualties.

Like them, everyone that found solace in the oppression, that flourished in others suffering, and never gave a glitch for the ones like him or his companion.

"Well?!" He had noticed that he had been staring at you and those even smaller organics, your own body clearly trying to cover them.

He could see that you were clearly overwhelmed by him, but, for some reason that he couldn't grasp, you still decided to not avert your angry gaze from him.

"You must be really courageous or…very stupid…to act like that with one of my own…"

"And you must have hurt your head badly to believe that I'm going to leave one of these girls alone with YOU."

Ah…you had some guts… Well, that was interesting.

It wasn't like you were the bravest or anything, honestly you were just shaking in your white shoe. But something was stuck in your mind: to not give him the satisfaction of seeing you back away in fear. They decided to crash the night of your show, ruining months of work and the excitement of many. This one…was personal.

You swear, when he turned away after being called by another of his men, you almost saw a small smirk on his face. You needed to breathe, but mostly you wanted to assure those young girls that everything was okay.

Soundwave had called him; a few people gasped and struggled to not scream after his and the other mech's passage .

"Bad news, I presume…"

"Autobots on their way," the communication chief replied, "and they're not pleased."

"How sad…" He looked around… He didn't care for the puny humans, but he did care about not angering the Autobots without having anything in return.

Because, more than the collateral damages, a fight led to the loss of more energy, one thing that they had already wasted with these hiccups in their plans.

"Set everyone up; we'll retreat."

"What about the humans?"

Killing humans was worth it? No, it meant more reprisal by Optimus. He looked around; of course, a few more voices that spread the fear of him and his followers were a compensation,,,then his glare landed again towards you, holding the hand of a kid that couldn't stop shaking.

"Leave them all… but"…

///

Your arms were crossed while you were looking around the area. That must have been their base, where you didn't know but clearly far away from human presence since no one ever noticed its presence since the size of the place. Around you, what were supposed to be cameras were set up, alongside a few not-so-sure Decepticons and some that just loved the idea of a human that was ready to be tortured, at least that was what you thought. Your more annoyed expression, on the other hand, had made them lose their mood for that.

You were more concentrated on their leader, seated in a front row, smirking, expecting some reluctance in his request.

"You want me…to dance?"

"That's what you do, right? Then…dance." His tone started to make your skin crawl; he was far more scary with that smirk on his face than with that glare in his eyes.

"Of course," he continued, "you will stop only when I'll feel satisfied with your performance."

"And what if I refuse?" Your boldness would have made you a fine candidate for him; unfortunately, you were made of flesh. His digit tapped a little on his throne, his tone calm and almost amused.

"You're smart; you can get it…"

The deer inside of you was tempted to plead, to just lie down and pretend to faint, to make them desist from using you for some kind of sick entertainment. But the wolf, the voice that couldn't give a shit about anything, the one that had been raised by silver tongues and harshness, by misjudgment and lack of faith in you, screamed: you never gave the satisfaction to see you at your worst from other humans, and you wouldn't give it to a psycho robot either.

And, as soon as the camera started to roll and the music played, you started to dance, the same smile of repertoire plastered, hiding the disgust and the defiance. You didn't know if that was the last time you were able to dance; what you knew was that you would have put up this show till your last breath.

On his throne, Megatron was pondering how long you would be able to keep that bravado of yours. It wasn't fun like it was with those other artists…but you did have some courage. You reminded him of…no, of course not.

The way your body stretched and moved on the metal surface, there was some sort of grace that, he had to admit, was endearing. There was also some sort of force; after all, those long legs were able to sustain your entire body and allow you to project yourself high and, with the same elegance, descend without fatigue.

He hated to admit it, but you were indeed quite endearing. He could have kept you as a pet…too bad he had other plans for you.

///

You started to gasp for air, your feet trembled from the stress, and your legs started to feel sore and rigid as stone.

You knew he was planning something under that curious request; what you didn't know was that his plan was different.

After the first song, you thought that it was over, or at least he would have had the decency to get rid of you, he put on another song, telling you to just keep going. And you complied, unknowing that this was his small scheme all along.

After the second one came another, and then another. At the third, you started to feel affected by the repeated strains forced on you, then you saw that smirk on that damn face. You just wanted to smack it off, and this was the better way.

And now, with your feet sore from the struggle, your legs shaking from fatigue, and your arms aching from the stress, you wondered how much more pointless it was for him to keep this torture going on.

Your previous bravado was finally crumbling; it wasn't that hard to see. Your body was able to do the hardest that your species could do, but you too had a limit that was closer now step by step.

You were remarkable. Many of your species, alongside the ones of his own that he had slaughtered, would have cried and pleaded for their lives, while you instead stood tall and strong against him. Maybe, just maybe, you gained a little respect from him… It's such a shame that your last step would have decided your fate.

Despite the protection that you took for yourself, your feet couldn't handle so much repetitive stress. When you fell on the ground, you thought that the dampness you felt was from your sweat, only to feel a bolt of panic when, instead of a dark grey area on your toes, a stain of red marked the surface where you were lying.

The sound of laughter and clapping echoed from his fellow Decepticons while he stood, raising his arm towards you, the grammy purple light from his cannon shining and emitting the charging sound.

"Feel proud to die like a soldier girl… a gift for your remarkable courage."

He saw that glimpse of fear in your small eyes; facing your end was maybe the breaking point. Such irony.

You wondered what accomplishment you ever had. made to take you to this point, if it was even necessary to make that statement. Maybe, maybe not; surely you were going to die with some regrets, many to be fair…

You were almost ready to accept that that was the end when suddenly the cannon changed direction and fired towards the wall.

Did he change his mind? You thought, but his confused and abashed expression cleared that the action wasn't intentional.

Debris fell to the ground, smoke and a fire started to erupt where the cannon had fired, and he was sure, like the sun, that someone had grasped his arm and clearly moved away from you.

Panic started in the room, and only then did he notice a pair of blue optics looking at him and slowly disappearing again, and something small and red snatching you away.

///

"OUCH OUCH OUCH!"

"Easy, easy," First aid was able to finally slip one of your slippers from your damaged foot; one nail fell down from it. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to be gentle…"

You gasped for some air; now that your foot was free from the fabric, the wounds were bleeding again, and you were sure that dancing was off-limits for you for a few weeks.

First Aid was the one with more knowledge about human physiology; his curiosity and desire to help the organics lead him to study this specific subject, and wow, how grateful he was to have watched that many videos about organs and tissues, because if it were someone else, they would of course have given up by the view.

After a few exchanges of words, you learned that the Autobots that had saved you were Mirage, the one that had already left the medbay after noticing the abundance of blood from you, and Cliffjumper, who was leaning on the wall, unamused by the view.

"It's okay," you mumbled, "I had worse…"

"Still," the medic kept it up, "your condition could be better… Geez, sometimes some Autobots and humans are just alike…"

He lamented about the video they were talking about, the one that had Megatron putting on a live show just to torment Optimus and his devotion towards the protection of the humans.

What the leader of the Decepticons couldn't predict was a couple of Autobots that were in the area and decided to take matters into their own hands after viewing a human acting like she was giving the old mech a middle finger. You just smiled, sighing a little and massaging your legs, looking at the medic with some tired eyes.

"What can I say? I don't like bullies …

one talked. "Bullies? You had given them quite the show! To be a dolly-like human, you're quite the feisty one!"

"Well," you responded, puffing out your chest and fixing one unruly stray hair, "I'm the princess that likes to put on a fight."

Furstaid sighed, looking at the satisfied grin on you and the interested one on Cliffjumper.

"Great, now there's two of you…"

[suparexis]

It’s my first animation bear with me 😔

[vyrroca]

forgot this existed anyways heres (low quality…🧍) perceptor on a magma board w friends :3

[amne-chan]

[lovinglonerhybrid]

It’s day three of pride month and someone’s posted firstaids fanfics to the ships news feed. Whirl still has his feather boa and swerve has started interrogations about the missing booze. Ultra Magnus is trying to correct the grammar in the posted fanfics and firstaid is trying to find an escape pod. Too bad Rodimus got rid of those years ago safety regulations be dammed.

[princesstarfire1234]

ive finished this fic before and its fucking amazing, wonderful art here too!!

As promised, some fanart for albawrites fic “Mirror Mirror”

One of my favorite fics, so here’s a couple of my fav scenes:)

Definitely worth a read!

[0oxxo]

Some commissions I did a while ago and forgot to post :]

Thank you 🙏 :>

[livefitforever]

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[mechncheese]

Hii hiii, brainstorm and firstaid relationship anon agaaaain. So I was wondering, is there an iteration of transformers that is close to your wheeljack in terms of personality? Like, I'm watching tfp and the wheeljack there is pretty cool and badass

Yes, my Science AU Wheeljack's personality is heavily based on TFP Wheeljack but if TFP Wheeljack was a scientist and a little less loner ! That's also where I got the idea for his little wing things to double as weapons, I really like TFP Wheeljack's swords

EDIT: I forgot to mention Cyberverse Wheeljack-- I took heavy inspiration from him too

[traumfressers-den]

Little heads up for everyone who missed this, I am currently taking writing requests from this list -> Send me a Number and I will Write a Kiss

The requests will be open until the end of the year! Ships I'm confident enough to offer writing are:

BG3: Omeluum/Blurg (duh), Omeluum/The Emperor, Dror Ragzlin/Blurg, Dror Ragzlin/Minthara

BotW: Sidon/Link (another duh), Zelda/Mipha, Zelda/Link

Transformers: Perceptor/Brainstorm, Perceptor/Pharma, Tarn/Pharma, Pharma/FirstAid, Soundwave/Starscream, Soundwave/Thundercracker, Soundwave/Megatron, Starscream/Skywarp/Thundercracker, Starscream/Skyfire, Blurr/Shockwave

Genshin: Dainsleif/Venti

The request will be ~500-1.5k words, depending on the prompt and how inspired I am. Will do fluff and angst and anything in between, but no explicit NSFW or gore. Will also reserve the option to ignore/deny a request if something about it makes me uncomfortable. It's nothing personal against anyone who asks for something but this is supposed to be fun for me as well.

If you have specific ideas for the prompt beyond the number and the ship, please feel free to tell me! As well as any HC's you want (or don't want) me to include!

[imadeitworseyourwelcome]

Do No Harm, Take No Scrap

Part 2

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Ratchet awoke on the floor of a holding cell.

His vision was still fuzzy, he blinked a few times, but his left optic wouldn't come online.

It seems he hadn't joined the allspark just yet.

He sat up, pain surging through him. His left shoulder felt wrong. It was shifted to an awkward angle - dislocated.

From pain alone he could identify a myriad of other injuries, luckily none were currently life-threatening, but that didn't make them hurt any less.

He grabbed his shoulder and took a deep breath, before quickly snapping it back into the correct posistion.

His vocalizer crackled as he cried out in pain.

Footsteps approached, and a decepticon guard peaked into the cell.

Ratchet tested his shoulder and flexed his fingers, it seemed to have popped back into place perfectly, but he'd need to check more thoroughly once he got back to base.

He shot the guard a glare, and they preceed to duck away, with an amused smirk.

Ratchet continued to assess his injuries, the plating along his left side was crumpled. The armor was cracked and chipped, leaking energon in places.

He carefylly repaired the cracks in his armor, a particularly large gash on his leg had peeled the plating back revealing some of the inner workings of his leg.

He did what he could, but without proper time, tools and somethimg to numb the pain, he wouldn't be able to fully repair it.

For now, closing the wound would have to be enough.

Using the wall to help himself to his feet, he gingerly tested his left leg's ability to bare weight.

He hissed in pain as he tried a few steps, he'd be limping for a while...

He shuffled his way to the front of the cell and looked around. The dim hallway was lined with cells in both directions. The cell directly across from him was empty, but he couldn't see if the other cells were occupied or not.

But considering the guards pacing up and down the cellblock, it was likely he wasn't their only prisoner.

He limped to the back of the cell and slid down the wall to a seated position.

His fresh welds throbbed, he ran a hand down his face, cracks extended from his unlit optic.

He briefly entertained the thought of just fixing it himself, but he knew better than to attempt surgery on himself. Especially in a definitely not sterile cell. It was more reasonable to wait until he was back to the autobot med bay, where FirstAid or Medix could complete the repair.

He offlined his good optic and hung his head. He needed rest, to let the welds fully cool and allow his energy to be put towards healing.

He locked his joints and sat unmoving, listening to the ambient hum of the ray shield.

....

Bumblebee drove along the loose desert road, the dust rising up behind him echoing his path.

Bumblebee's commlink crackled to life, "Autobot base to Bumblebee, you read me?"

"Go ahead Blaster," Bumblebee reduced his speed, shifting his focus from driving.

"We've lost contact with a team sent to investigate a distress beacon,"

Uh oh- hopefully their commlinks were just spotty, but if he had to guess, they had fallen into trap.

"It's near your location-"

"Send me the coordinates, I'll check it out." Bee cut them off before they could ask him to go- if it was a trap, time was of the essence.

"On its way. Be careful,"

"Always," Bee signed off his comm, which then pinged immediately with the coordinates and team info.

He didn't know how long they had been out of contact, but he wasn't going to make them wait any longer. He reved his engine taking off towards their last known location.

As he got closer he transformed- footsteps are quieter than an engine.

The rocky landscape soon turned sparce. A wide, dusty clearing with no adequate cover. And from where he stood, it was a perfect spot for an ambush.

He scanned the area, he didn't see movement, the trap had already been sprung. There was clear signs of a recent fight.

Blaster burns were scattered across the ground. Among them lay a bot, their chest opened by blasterfire.

"Hubcap!" Bumblebee gasped and quickly abandoned the last of the sparce cover.

Bee knew he was gone before he even made it to his side, his yellow colouring had grayed, a clear sign his spark was already extinguished.

"Scrap." Bee hissed under his breath.

He stood again, following the multiple sets of footprints in the dirt, "Bumblebee to base. Bot down."

Blaster responded immediately, "Renforcememts are already on their way,"

The splatters of energon and scuffs in the dirt led him closer and closer to the cliff's edge. He cautiously peered over, spotting Bulkhead laying near the base of the cliff. Without hesitation Bumblebee began climbing down the cliff face.

As he decended, there were clear impacts and energon in patches dripping down the cliff, probably from Bulkhead hitting it as he fell down.

Bee's footing suddenly gave way and he skidded the rest of the way down. He struggled to keep his balance as his feet struck the ground, sending him onto his hands and knees.

He jumped up shaking off of the dust, and ignored the stinging in his palms. Quickly running over to where Bulkhead had come to rest at the bottom of the cliff.

Bulkhead's armor was cracked and singed, energon seeping from the open wounds. But his frame had not yet grayed.

"We need a medic- fast! Bulkhead is severely injured," As he updated over comms, he pulled his own small first aid kit, it didn't have near the supplies to treat Bulkhead's wounds- but something had to be better than nothing.

It wasn't long before more autobots arrived, soon the empty area was swarming with his teammates. FirstAid quickly took over tending to Bulkhead's injuries.

Bumblebee slipped away as Bulkhead was carefully moved onto a stretcher and transported back to base.

He continued to scout the immediate area. Two of the missing team members had been found, but Ratchet was still unaccounted for. He hoped he was in better shape than the other two had been...

Prowl was nearby inspecting the spilt energon. His face was scrunched, glaring between the pool of energon Bulkhead had left behind, and another pool a few paces away.

The pool wasn't that big, far enough away from Bulkhead that it couldn't have been his. It had clear drag marks going away from it.

They shared a look, clearly coming to the same conclusion.

The attackers had taken Ratchet.

Bumblebee tried to calm his worry, he knew the grouchy medic could take care of himself.

Not just in the sense of his own injuries- Ratchet was a deceptively strong mech.

He'd seen him drag injured mechs almost twice his size off the battlefield and to the med bay for care.

There was nothing more they could do from here.

Prowl instructed the remaining autobots to regroup and they began the drive back to base.

[transformerskinfessions]

Hello, uh. Never done one of these before, but I'm a First Aid fictive. I'm the system's co-host and that seems to be the way of it for the foreseeable future. I'm looking for, well, anyone! Anyone who misses Cybertron, or misses what it was like to transform, or the people they knew. I'd really just like to know people who GET it, whether you share a continuity or not. 20+ only, I'm nearly 28 myself. You can follow me on this blog, just heed the pinned. I'd also like to say that while I might talk about memories and people in them, I understand the separation of them and anyone who happens to kin or be a fragment identifying with said character. AKA no projection or expectations from me! Doubles welcome! It's a new life, I've got no grudges and no demands for atonement. Be yourself, drink water, and welcome!

@firstaid-box !!