#autobotmedic

[weaimtomaim]

@autobotmedic replied to this

aka the one who is squinting in the background about this string of questions

Vortex: Don't worry about it doc, we're just having a nice, friendly chat.

[anotherhumanpet]

@autobotmedic replied to your post “@aonokumura replied to your post “Boy crush...”:

"Good luck." unfortunately in an ominous tone because everything related to romance is complicated and illogical

No, wait, hold on--

CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST GIVE HIM A STRAIGHT QUEER TALKING TO PLEASE?

[codenamejudas]

"It's fine, I'm not an arsonist! I just wrecked a whole stove and pot trying to boil water so m'not allowed to cook anymore."

[polyhexianchicken]

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@autobotmedic

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way! / That's my Dad?? not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them (familial)

[supraxstcllas]

@autobotmedic

the transition from frontlines to Griffin Rock has been difficult for the Autobots. after their base was discovered and destroyed by the Decepticons, they had scattered in order to keep themselves safe but at the cost of losing whatever connection they had to each other. with the comms down, no one on Griffin Rock knew what happened… until Bumblebee appeared on their doorstep, tired and distressed, with his human partner in tow.

it took a lot of talking and planning, but the rescue bots were open to the idea of the Autobots using their bunker as a temporary base of operations, at least until they could regroup and hash out what to do. with approval from Chief Burns, they sent pings out to the other Autobots, heavily encrypted and hidden from Decepticon receptors, leading them to their island. slowly but surely, the other Autobots trickled in, and were given sanctuary by the people and bots living there.

it was another quiet night in Griffin Rock, no emergencies in the last few days had left their guests time to recover in peace. but it was clear none of them were used to it; most would startle easily at any sudden noises, or would pace across the bunker to keep themselves busy. Blades had noticed that Ratchet would stick to the monitor room, keeping the channels open for any sign of Optimus. the helibot poked his head into the room, not having seen the other medic come out for some time, and he was worried about him.

with a little cough, Blades tries to get the other's attention, wringing his servos together as he spoke,

" Um... Everything alright in here? Do you need anything, um.. Sir? "

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@polyhexianchicken replied...

Uh frag no

@autobotmedic replied...

No.

( HATERS. )

[lord-overlips]

@autobotmedic

There’s a distress beacon coming from the outskirts of the Autobot base.

Overlord had decided not to take any chances. He’d heard about Ratchet from Starscream and he’d wanted to meet the bot for a long time. He’d decided to follow the seeker’s example although perhaps he’d taken things a touch too far.

The triple changer lay in a puddle of his own energon, one arm laying limply nearby. There was no way a medic could turn him away in Overlord’s current condition.

[saviorclaimed]

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Ringing.

That's all he could hear for the first few kliks. Ringing, blinding, just like the sun that was in his optics. There was silence surrounding him now beyond the ringing which creeped with a headache, where once was a cacophony of... something. Voices, a choir, something; sounds which occupied his resting place. Wait. This... this isn't the Well. Charcoal digits felt the ground beneath him, he laid splayed across a metal surface - it was physical. He was used to feeling nothing now. He was used to being nothing. Seeing nothing and everything.

Where was he?

Cautious movements made, he angled his helm to the side; aged and wartorn metal not too far from him, ruins of a ship. It would come to him then, the Nemesis.

It fades in slow, the imagery, the visions, recalls. This place. He's still at the Well of Allsparks, wasn't he flying above it before? His gaze flickered around, the atmosphere and lack of presence not connecting with his memories -- where did they go? He knows they were all here. His team, his family. The anguished atmosphere was missing, along with their frames.

With careful movement, Optimus heaved his frame up to a sitting position, a servo resting on his helm to ease the spinning that followed, but it ebbed gradually alongside the ringing. Optics studied his surroundings; wind casually graced by the nearby structure, creating a soft whistle, but that was all there was in terms of sound. No life, no people. Just... him.

Following methodical movement, he would lift himself to his pedes, unsteady. Not yet used to having weight back.

The Prime's processors spun as he took steps to the Nemesis, hoping to take temporary shelter from his situation. Questions, concerns flooded his mind -- but the foremost thing he wanted, needed to do, was to call someone for assistance, for guidance. He needed to be known he was here.

As the shadow of the fallen warship cast over his glistening fresh frame, he sent a ping out, hoping that lines were still open, and that he could still contact the first on his list. His voice was ragged, static, from lack of use - or perhaps, first use in this case.

« Ratchet. Come in, Ratchet. Can you hear me? »

[atlas-ordained]

@autobotmedic sent:

Wraps his arms around his waist. Presses face into his chest. He lives here now.

Optimus blinks, and within moments finds his field softening and embracing his friend, while his arms do the same. Oh, Ratchet. Of course. He is the very soft-sparked mech Optimus referenced in his speech; seeing him slowly broken into someone who can weigh one life above another is one of the most painful changes he has ever had to witness. Ratchet, who would once heal anyone in need, burned so many times. Ratchet, who has seen the worst of the war's damage, working himself to exhaustion for its injured and broken. Ratchet, whose spark has wept for so many, many lives that have slipped out from under even his expert hands.

“I know, old friend,” he murmurs. This is difficult, and there is no way to make it easy.

[weaimtomaim]

(if you're still accepting) 🔮 @autobotmedic

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This is from The Wild Unknown Archetypes deck!

Aletheia, keywords: Clarity, Revelation, Disclosure | Distortions, Gaslighting, Excuses

From the guidebook: "[...] When we hear someone speak the truth, we see the truth within ourselves and are more likely to tell our own story. The Aletheia card requires us to step toward an act of truth. [...] Reclaiming your own truth is a way to reclaim your vital energy, health, and a sense of belonging in the world. Truth has its own wings. Set it free."

[anotherhumanpet]

@autobotmedic replied to your post “"And risk burning the place down?"”:

*peering in a window* I am growing concerned about your living situation.

Oh god no.

"It's fine, Ratchet. I promise."

[codenamejudas]

@autobotmedic continued from here

"This guy! They're comfier than they look, promise."

[reservedrestraint]

{ @autobotmedic }

"If I may suggest," purrs Starscream's voice, "a reputation is an excellent motivator."

[rustrage]

@autobotmedic replied. "And /why/ did you wait so long to have that checked?"

"This was during the Exodus, doc. Wasn't a lot of medics around back then—especially ones that were willing to come anywhere near me. Sludge ended up fishing it out with a hook and cable. Don't tell anyone, but that's where the scar on my nose came from, heh."

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@autobotmedic replied...

"Is it absolutely necessary for your form to have so many mouths?" it's very cursed

( WELL, NO, NOT NECESSARY. THEY MOSTLY JUST OPEN AND CLOSE AS THEY WISH. )

( UNICRON IS RATHER LOGICAL BUT ITS BODY IS NOT. CHAOS IS ANNOYING LIKE THAT. )

[malika-carnelian]

“I wonder how much traumatic can be for an alien being, considered a medic for his own species, to know our medicine...” In case of Ratchet it would be curious.