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[captainseamech]

            @trplchngr || from x

             High Tide didn’t pay much attention while being watched, his focus still at the gash he was attending. It seemed pretty bad indeed, but he was doing the best he could until a proper medic finished his job.

             “Hum,” he stopped for a moment, lifting the other’s arm to see if his job was at least half decent. “No particular reason really. Just felt bad for lettin’ ye wander ‘round with this injury while leakin’ like that.”

#trplchngr #🚢 | inside the ship / ic #I hate how tall the Cons are / Animated verse #[ hi don't mind us (we missed you) ]

[terrorskies]

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"... Only when I woke up and didn't know how much time had passed. I've never been in stasis for that long." Not when there was so much else to do. He suppressed a shiver, letting his wings shift and his shoulders roll as if he was still shaking off the chill of cryosleep. "But nothing feels stiff, and I'm walking around as usual. That's what matters."

"that's good to hear."

the words are gruff, as is usual of the old medic, but those optics betray the truth. no matter his tone, the relief is palpable. he knows the horrors blitzwing endured. he's read the stolen files, seen the resulting trauma and stress firsthand. the last thing either of them need is to bring that trauma here.

no matter their stances on this non-existent war, ratchet's clinic is a place for all. it is a safe place for all. even blitzwing. especially blitzwing.

"how are you feeling? any unfamiliar aches or pains? any old ones acting up?"

#trplchngr #chief medical officer ( ratchet. ) #healing hands know no joy ( ratchet ic. ) #I NEED TO MAKE ANIMATED ICONS NOW #AND HIS NEU AU I LVOED THAT AU #YOU'RE GETTING IT AGAIN

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@trplchngr cont. from here

Tedious and demanding, they think with a wry smile. It takes every iota of their self-control not to lose their temper or lash out the moment an inexperienced, or xenophobic, intern stomps through their laboratory. They do not regret their choice to leave Eukaris behind and join the Decepticons; no, not even now. However, they are growing weary of all this circumventing and posturing.

They wish that they were back in their private laboratory on their ship, The Nexus, rather than amongst the other renegades on Earth. They could even handle going undercover again as Elita-1 over all of this.

Scarlet eyes casually glance at Blitzwing. He certainly isn't the worst 'con to be around, even despite his rapid personality changes.

"Indeed," they hum. "If I have to replace another centrifuge, someone is going to get it." They idly pick up a flask and uncork it before taking a sip. It's labelled H2SO4, and in smaller letters, 'sulfuric acid.' Except it doesn't seem to be burning them. A way to hide their water supply from the pranksters around the base, perhaps? "But it's either this, or rot away in a cave on Eukaris. I'm willing to put up with momentary headaches. Some would say it keeps me young, all the excitement."

They glance up. "And what of you, Lieutenant? How are you finding Earth?"

#trplchngr #{ v ;; transformers animated } #hello~

[belost-the-watcher]

@trplchngr

Primus, what was it with organics and touching things that weren't theirs? This wasn’t the first time he'd been mistaken as an inanimate object (that was the point of the alt modes), but this was the first time he'd been pet for his trouble. “While I can appreciate the compliment, I'm not going anywhere with you, flight manual or not,” came a cold accented voice. The voice suddenly shifted into something reedy and wavering, ending in a sharp laugh. “Buy me dinner first and we might be able to talk about it!”

His eyes opened, face still flat on the jet, arms still spread out over the back of it. Did the jet just talk to him?

"Uh.. I would but I'm not sure what a jet eats. Pretty sure jet fuel counts as a drink, but then I'm not the plane."

He sat upright, crosslegged on the wing.

"So... do you talk often?"

[seacrestseacon]

“Oh, come on!” Seacrest seethed, unable to do more than protect his face and scamper off the loading bay under the gale and roar of his transport shuttle rising up into the sky for takeoff.  He was five kliks late! Blame the scrap for brains giving him a hard time. Of course he was a slagging decepticon! He had it advertised in freakin purple on both wings, and his chassis! What? You want him to go all DJD and wear it on his face too? Glitches!

Hefting his belongings back onto his shoulder, and he was trotting down the access ramp for a new plan when he saw ... More con’s boarding another ship. Megatron had dropped orders so clearly all cons on the move are heading to the same place, right? Ain’t that many fights goin’. 

Okay! New plan: Slip on this one, meet up with his unit, don’t let his superiors know, and kill some ‘bots! Easy? Sure! Wing’s up nice and proud, and Seacrest was all but strutting across spaceport to bring up the rear of convo-Why was this grounder blocking his path with a servo. Ah. He has a Manifest. S L A G!

“Seekers don’t get exemptions of tardiness just because you provide air support, Nightrider. Got it?”

“.....” Oh, the little smile that just slipped across his face. “Yessir, Sorry sir.” Seacrest nodded, waggling his wings in what he hoped was ‘I am apologetic’ before prancing up the gangplank into the belly of the ship. He didn’t know why grounders thought anything with wings was a seeker, but between a little mistaken identity or a court marshal for ‘going rogue’, he’d rather the foremost. 

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[silentyped]

@trplchngr , continued from / x /

Soundwave stood at a nearby console, bending the machine to his will courtesy of the cables connected to the terminal. For how much TROUBLE the autobots caused them, their encryption left much to be desired. He pointedly ignores the sounds of blaster fire and explosions nearby, trusting in Blitzwing's ability to overpower their unwanted guest.

A final boom trembles through the air and the autobot falls silent...as well as his comrade. An unexpected variable. There was no room for concern in this mission, nor did he ever factor it in, this data needed to be uploaded to their database...but...

But concerned he was, choosing to run over to the prone mech instead, a wordless command to his minicon.

Laserbeak: Scan vitals. Damage assessment. Priority override.

There's a reluctant whir as he disengages from his chest, unhappy in the diversion from their main mission, but unwilling to disobey. As the scan continues, he crouches near, patting his friend on the shoulder before hovering his hand near the injury at his waist.

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[mnemoiisms]

Overall? Today was oddly quiet. In a good way, of course. Only a few procedures booked, two consultations to begin joining the queue, a delivery before closing, and a stocktake due after. A nice quiet day, in Trepan’s books. That mean once the final box was itemised and stored, he could probably hack at next weeks reports and files to get a head start!

With Lymph manning the front desk herding appointments his way, and Deadlift behind the scenes prepping and packing down each room for his own patients, it was a pretty smooth system the Relinquishment Clinic had going.

Everyone was chattering about something having happened on the news, but Trepan had no time to pick up a datapad every time something was broadcast. Last week everyone was clamoring over a statue. He really didn’t care what today’s article topic was...

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[allthatjczz]

CACKLES. 

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[allthesegentlesins]

What's your soul flower?

Purple Hyacinth

Sorrow, regret - Your soul is weary and sad. You are mourning something, or someone. You miss them a great deal, and it is a heavy weight on your shoulders. There are many things you regret, and those too weigh you down. Things you left unsaid, things you didn't do, or things you did do. Something you saw. Maybe you are mourning those? Memories that linger in the walls of your home, ignited in vivid detail whenever your fingers graze over the walls. The dent in the floor where you fell as a child, the stains in the carpet when you tried to paint. The vase of flowers on the table that a friend brought the last time they visited. They're dying now, aren't they? You haven't had visitors for awhile. Your sadness grew too big, too great, and they were scared away by all of it.

You're alone. Or you're think you are. And you regret letting it get so bad. You want them to come back. Why? They saw a darkness in you and they ran, they didn't stay. They gave you dying flowers and fled when you could no longer give them life. You can give them another chance, if you want to. But you should take care of yourself, first. You've put so much energy into missing these people and these things that you've got no more left. Mourn those relationships, those memories, but remember to move on. Don't get stuck on the past, it won't do you any good in the future, and it will only harm you.

tagging: @trplchngr @talentandlooks @noiselessnocturne @nickelofprion @polyhexianchicken and anyone else who wants to do this

TFA Shockwave:

Larkspur

Lightness, haughtiness - Your soul is a proud one. You stand tall with you head held high, and you believe you are better. You walk with confidence and speak loudly, winning arguments before they've even begun. You inspire much greatness, you really do. There is a glow to you that feels like it infects everything and everyone, and you think this is a good thing. Sometimes it is. But, sometimes, that light is not a glow but a raging fire. It burns innocent bystanders and you refuse to see that sometimes. This is the fault of your arrogance. You are blinded by confidence and cannot see what you've done, cannot see your own reflection in the mirror. Take a step back. Look away from the mirror, put down all those things you try to use to make yourself perfect. You cover up the cracks, you've worn so many masks. Your confidence is a cover. It's not a bad thing, really, not entirely terrible. But no one is unbreakable. It's ok to need time to yourself, and sometimes you need someone to keep you in check, so that your light does not become a fire that burns everything to ash. Remember to take breaks, and to check reality. Do not be arrogant, take your mistakes and learn from them.

#ooc #:: about tfp shockwave #tfa shockwave's is under the cut #sg and nv tfp shockwave got the same result #also another one I wrote uwu #I find these way too much fun

[gunssmoke]

@trplchngr

Said human is clambering on a giant keyboard, downloading data that says Traveler knows what, but if chin-for-days looks so serious about it, then it's certainly worth swiping.

That is, until another angry red string of mumbo jumbo pops up on screen and causes her to loudly clank her armor against the console and skitter backwards.

#throws the immortal dipshit at him bc i need to see this

[captainseamech]

"When I said I was feelin' small, I really mean it."

#I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF #crack;; #art post #trplchngr #rogue-smelter #shatter-the-law #[feel free to reblog!]

[silentyped]

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A series of data scatters and flashes across the smaller mech's visor, the blank visage betraying none of the nagging FRUSTRATION over him having to accept the inevitable. A variable had been overlooked, his calculations skewed.

And the correct coordinates of the cache in question? Thanks to a gut feeling from the triple changer who decided to check out the site on a curious whim.

He wasn't too proud to disregard data staring him blatantly in his optics, but how he loathed owing anyone his hide.

A deep two-toned whirring signals his...appreciation, a reluctant sound that glitches slightly near it's finality.

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