#toxiicatiing { Blurr }

[killerniinja]

“   nobody   but   you   is   that   pointlessly   cruel  .   ” [Blurr]

“ You’ve jus’ figured that out, speedy? ” he grinned, passing a servo under his chin. Ricochet eyed the sky blue mech, the urge to provoke harm, or maybe…steal a peck to their dermas. Tempting, but not at this moment.

[autobotmedic]

A flash of blue zipped pasted the medic once, then twice, then several more times, until the speeding culprit stopped dead in his tracks, barely inches from crashing straight into Ratchet. "Doctor Ratchet I-!" Unfortunately, when the (now formerly) intelligence agent ceased his speeding, his mouth instantly picked up on the previous speed, or so it attempted. "I am feeling beyond restless. I cannot rest-," mindful of his speeches pace, he continued, "-Nightmares, Sir. Of it. Of him..." [Blurr]

     He had grown more accustomed to the spontaneous flashes around and about the longer Blurr had remained. Although the first zip past him caused a blink, the others did not surprise him, now that he was aware of his presence.

     Ratchet focused on him only after he had begun speaking, and at the last of his words, his expression relaxed, lined with hints of sad understanding. “… Unfortunately, even time doesn’t cure processor wounds.” The medic still endured memories of war, memories of Lockdown and an intelbot he failed to keep from him, memories of the destruction Omega caused that he had to try to explain when he did not fully understand the ‘why’ himself…

     “I have learned it does begin to ease among friends… they help you realize, while the experiences will never leave, fear can be overcome, for them, if not yourself.”

[primesarrows-a]

[ slow dance | Blurr ]

❣️                             SOFT   INTERACTIONS !

Rodimus blinked in surprise as Blurr asked his timid request. A small smile graced his lips as he tilted his head. 

And then he stood up, stepping closer. 

“I’d be happy to dance with you.”

[stiinglike]

"Bumblebee, for the love of PRIMUS, please refrain from using my contact info to send me your lewd pictures, I cannot stress this enough; please REFRAIN from doing so, before I am forced to block your contact altogether, which would be incredibly dangerous should something occur and you need to contact me in the emergency, but then can't, because YOU can't keep your panel closed for more than a MEGA-CYCLE!" Primus, he didn't know why Bee was the way he is. [Blurr]

@toxiicatiing

Blurr should know by now that Bumblebee can barely pay attention beyond the first half of any of his sentences. 

He’s just going to send another picture. 

[always-miss-bee-having]

@toxiicatiing from here

He gasped with mock offence. “Repair recruit”? oh how cruel, you really need to get more creative.” And Bee was well aware of his proper designation, he just chose not to use it. 

“Mhm, all I’m hearing are a bunch of long, boring sentences that can be translated to ”workaholic with a stick up his exhaust pipe”.” And it was Blurr’s own lack of desire to refuel that landed him here. How was he supposed to do all that “big important work”. If he wasn't even refueling properly? 

“And I know you’ve been on Earth for the past several solar cycles.” It was pretty hard to miss all the blue light trails. “Nobody’s that dumb. This is just the first time I’ve seen you sit still long enough to talk to. But I’m gunna guess that’s deliberate. Whatever, anyways. Bulkhead made these mini oil cakes with Sari and apparently I have to bring some to you Mr. grumpy-berth-bound-afthole-in-the-medbay.” His words, not theirs. He set down the plate he’d been holding down on the table next to the medical berth. 

“We’re watching some scary earth movies in the rec room. If you decide to grow a social life, you’re welcome to join us.” To Bee’s knowledge Blurr had more so been sentenced to rest by Ratchet, nothing was said about staying in the medbay as long as he was relaxing and eating again.

[ask-the-jet-twins]

“Ahh, we are seeing..”

Jerfire’s smirk is just about huge, he and his brother are totally not up to something. It’s just that, they’re bored and they found Blurr a very fun bot to pick fun at.

“Is being a Denny’s, yes? Can we be having the biggest Super Slam, then?” The blue Jet all but finished, immediately releasing a cacophony of muffled giggles because they just couldn’t hold it in.

Priceless!

​❛ hi welcome to chili’s ! ❜ (to Blurr!)

ICONIC VINES SENTENCE MEME

“…Jetfire, Jetstorm, although I understand that you’ve grown attached to the food courts of Earth, PLEASE don’t call my office a ‘chilis’ ever again, that is most certainly NOT what my office resembles in the slightest, I’ll have you know.”

Young bots… Blurr should bar them from entry to his office altogether, but their company is comforting, despite the disruptions that the troublemakers cause.

[madisonxrussell]

@toxiicatiing || continued from here

“Whoa!” She felt grateful for her telepathic capabilities. Otherwise, Madison would have been completely lost in the verbal barrage that was Blurr’s greeting. Yet another Cybertronian appropriately named. That seemed to be a tradition no matter what faction they subscribed to. 

“My name’s Madison, and I’m what humans call a cisgender girl. So I go by ‘she’ and ‘her.’” The small girl gave a wave. “Truth be told, I’m probably the only human that’s greeted you and complimented you like this because I can handle myself really well. So, if there is any trouble, don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” 

Contrary to what some people believed, she was indeed considerate. At least to the people who were decent. 

“I’m too young for a career, but I’m studying to be a scientist. It’s nice to meet you, Blurr!” 

[multisingenium]

@toxiicatiing for Blurr

(🌺)—Blurr was a strange bot, that’s for sure. With his quickened speech and constantly moving servos, being able to understand him was a feat in of itself. Sure, he was a capable mech with a relatively decent status and title among the Elite Guard, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t an odd thing. 

Then again, the Elite Guard seemed to be an odd bunch in general--save Jazz, of course. He was a fellow Cyber-Ninja, after all, and Prowl did feel a sort of kinship towards him. However, back to the blue mech, the Cyber-Ninja looked him over slowly from behind his pointed visor, and he felt his lips tug, and he could feel a small frown forming.

“Can I help you?”

His voice was smooth tone, but there underlying hints of uncertainty about why Blurr was here. Prowl could only assume that it had to do with Decepticons running about in Detroit, or perhaps it was Megatron himself that Blurr saw just somewhere on the outskirts of the city. There had to be a reason why the Elite Guard member was here at their base. Right?

[autobotmedic]

Anonymous said:

Raaaaatcheeeet, Bee is harassing Blurr by sending lewd stuff!!!

     “... I no longer know a yellow car. The title of Speedster Son belongs to Blurr.”

[primesarrows-a]

Sweats in gay fear [Blurr]

“Y-... 

You okay, there?” 

[autobotmedic]

(try to) FLUSTER THE MEDIC

@toxiicatiing said:

"Since I've not heard others comment on your work skills, I suppose I shall take the time to thank you, Doctor Ratchet. While I'm sure that you know that your work is always appreciated, I'd like to thank you personally for everything you've done so far, for helping Sari with restoring my frame when other's proclaimed it would be impossible, or simply wanted to throw me back into the trash. Thank you, sir." For once, the mech's speech was slowed while addressing the medic. [Blurr]

     Contrary to the speedster’s multiple comments, the medic simply nodded, and stated, “You’re welcome.”

[autobotmedic]

@toxiicatiing said:

Not knowing what exactly a 'vibe check' was, the speedster placed a can of oil beside Ratchet, and merely gave the medic an awkward smile. "I couldn't help but notice that you last fuelled several mega-cycles ago, and the last thing any of us need is our only Medic falling ill, which of course I know is unlikely, however, concern for someone can go a long way or was that meant to be about affection? Can't seem to recall..." Was he meant to say vibe-check? Oh well. [Blurr]

     Ratchet has learned that, while he is normally fully capable of listening and focusing on something else, Blurr is an exception; he has to focus primarily on listening to catch every word. Optics flicked from the oil to the speedster, and blinked at his observation of refueling. Originally, when he first awoke on Earth with the small band of Autobots, the irony of one of the younger bots looking after or expressing concern over the doctor was agitating. Since then, he has gradually accepted that it is impossible to avoid.

     His reply is brief, but does not contain irritation, “Thank you, Blurr.”

[stiinglike]

@toxiicatiing (Blurr)

“Keep looking, okay? I know I lost my hubcap somewhere around here and I don’t wanna hear Ratchet’s lecture about it...”

[madisonxrussell]

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” [Blurr]

@toxiicatiing

“You’re adorable, Blurr, thinking you can keep me down. Just downright cute. I applaud your courage, but you underestimate a master.” 

[stiinglike]

Against the speedster's better judgement, he decides to send his fellow Autobot companion a singular photo, that was, in human terms, known as a 'nude'. There was no other text to follow up the picture, only a simple winky-face emoji. [Blurr]

@toxiicatiing

Bee is incredibly busy. It’s the twelfth hour straight of playing this racing game and he’s this close to beating his high score! So if he doesn’t answer messages – even the ones from Boss Bot, which he knows he’s probably not supposed to ignore – who can blame him? Nobody! 

When he finally has spare time, there’s a moment where the Autobot thinks he might have slipped into stasis. This is basically your typical good dream, right? But no, he’s fully functioning and frantically sending a response; 

{How you doin’?}

[stiinglike]

"Bumblebee, you should know know very well by now that it is absolutely impossible to beat me, the officially CONFIRMED fastest Cybertronian on both EARTH and on CYBERTRON, in a race." Though he wouldn't mind another race, if only as a small warm up. [Blurr]

@toxiicatiing

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll have you know I haven’t been giving it my all in any of our races. Because I don’t want to embarrass you.”