WAR TORN

just this once... everybody lives indie multiverse && multiship ratchet played by FAYE

[healiinghands]

⚡️do you regret saving me

        “I regret many things, Drift, but SAVING YOU could never be one of them.”

[healiinghands]

WASPINATOR.

“ N-Not Wazzzpinator’s fault! ” he trilled nervously, staring up at the incredibly big mech. Why did everyone have to be so much bigger than him? “ Wazzzpinator only want to find szzafe place! Don’t wanna be szzmushed! “ 

         “I hope you’ve found someplace in the base that’s out of my way, then.” The medic hesitated, giving a sigh. “I would recommend staying near Rattrap and Dinobot; those two know how to stay out of the way.”

[healiinghands]

             "Just what we needed... more beastformers.”

@damagedstinger // starter call !!

[healiinghands]

       “If one more person leaves their hoverboard in the middle of the HALLWAY...”

@iincandcscence // starter call !!

[conoreralph]

Open road outside of Moab, Utah. 

[healiinghands]

        “I’m going to need to go on a supply run soon.” He didn’t like to admit it, but they were clinging to strings here. The Autobots had all the good supplies; the Decepticons were left to whatever they could steal away. “I left a few things in my old clinic; I could run by and...”

@deceitfulcharmer // starter call !!

[whenrpmemesattack]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

[badgerhead]

Protect this adorable man 😍😍😍

[healiinghands]

starter call !!

[theweirdwideweb]

[illicitbehaviour]

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

[grays-cale]

peter dougan capaldi. - 14th april 1958 [59]

for @dashingdetectivetimelady

[healiinghands]

STARSCREAM.

« 🎻 » ||   “What did I do to deserve you?” Starscream’s voice was gentle, gentler than it ever was. He took Twinkle in his arms when she crawled over to him, then leaned over, pressing a kiss to Ratchet’s lips.

“Far too many mechs would say I shouldn’t have this sort of goodness in my life. I can’t help but feel that I’ve cheated something.”

          “Well now you’re simply being ridiculous.” Leaning over, Ratchet stole a kiss right back, one arm moving to wrap around Starscream’s waist. Blue optics were soft, gentle, and he relaxed his posture, just enough to rest his forehead against the Prince’s.

“You know my stance on who doesn’t deserve who.”

[healiinghands]

STARSCREAM.

That sounded positively delightful.  The Seeker was peering aside at Ratchet, interest sparking in his optics.

“‘Enjoy the night’, you say?” His mouthplates curved in a pleased smirk, nearly wicked in appearance. “I suppose we do have a great deal of catching up to do, don’t we?”

Far be it from Starscream to admit to ever having missed the medic.

         He would never ask Starscream to ADMIT something so personal, especially not after disappearing for so long. Instead, he simply leaned over, pressed a kiss to the Seeker’s forehead, gave a wink. If enjoying the night is something they could both agree on, then far be it from him to oppose.

“Let me send a quick ping to Prime, and then I’m all yours for the evening, love.”

[martyrsuggestion]

to whom it may concern, if God lays a hand on that boy, I will singlehandedly rip God’s throat out.

[healiinghands]

❝ Great Asklepios, skilled to HEAL MANKIND, all-ruling Paian, and physician kind; whose arts medicinal can alone assuage diseases dire, and stop their dreadful rage. Strong, lenient God, regard my suppliant prayer, bring GENTLE HEALTH, adorned with lovely hair; convey the means of mitigating PAIN, and raging deadly pestilence restrain. O power all-flourishing, abundant, bright, Apollon’s honoured offspring, God of light; husband of blameless Hygeia, the CONSTANT FOE of dread disease, the minister of woe: come, blessed SAVIOUR, human health DEFEND, and to the mortal life afford a prosperous end. ❞

indie RATCHET of transformers fame. adored by faye. previously CARESTOOMVCH.

[healiinghands]

STARSCREAM.

« 🎻 » ||  “You’re very good with her.” Starscream dropped the teasing, just for a moment, to rest his helm on his bondmate-to-be’s shoulder. He sighed, softly, a smile tugging at his lipplates. “It’s almost like she imprinted on you instead of Lifeline.

“And who knows? Maybe one day she’ll be a good enough assistant.”

         “I think she might want to stay out of the way,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss to the Seeker’s crown. Blue optics warmed, brightened, even as Twinkle started to coo and climb. Little servos magnetized to his armor, and soon she was crawling around them both. “I am content with the one assistant for now, though; let her be a child.”