Slag 'em and tag 'em.

When you’re young, you go looking for every fight you can. You get older, you realize that the best fights find you. Ironhide. Full-time weapons specialist. Part-time grandpa. One-time cannon fodder. [ Indie TFP/TFU Ironhide roleplay blog. Warning: May contain NSFW material. || Ironhide concept credit to the artists. ]

[ironbourne]

// Hey, errbody. Unfortunately I fricked up my computer BIOS (the booting process) and I'm gonna be out of commission on my accounts for the next week or so until I get everything fixed. I'll let you know. :(

[reddle-art-deactivated20210606]

kuuuuuuuuuuup

[tantoknives]

everybody also needs a medic grumpy about being transparent uvu

[macklemorrigan]

when the toughest most meanest character falls in love with the cutest most sweetest one

[officer-sarcasm]

To: Ironhide From: Prowl Subject: That was an order.

  It is difficult to stay as far away from anyone as possible, when I am the one handling most everything these days. Especially since their commander has seemed to let them run wild.

  Where on Earth, Ironhide. As for Ratchet vouching for you? that means nothing. I will need your medical files to properly place you with an assignment you can complete. 

[ironbourne]

To: No. From: Ironhide Subject: No.

Doubt he can keep them in line any better than you can. Got a comm from an overcharged Whirl a few solar cycles ago. Pretty sure he blew something up.

... Classified. I'll take a drive and give you some fresh coordinates. As for the medical files, he's the only medic I let poke and prod at me when it's not an emergency. He should know. I can complete anything.

[badspeeder]

He doesn’t want to talk to a pissy grandpa. He doesn’t even care about Ironhide. Or his opinion.

x-; I don’t like being called kid. It makes me sound inferior and incapable. Fix it or I’ll make you fix it. ;-x He didn’t sound very amused. Only angry, annoyed and exhausted all in one go. x-; My name is Blurr. You either call me that or sir. Nothing else. No nicknames. I don’t even know you. ;-x

[ironbourne]

So grumpy. That's okay, Ironhide can relate. Kinda. Even though he doesn't know about all the dead things. 

:: Fair enough. Blurr. :: Usually, younger 'bots just brush him off or ignore him. Touchy. No way there's gonna be any talk about 'Sir', though. Sorry, buddy. :: Anythin' else I should know? ::

[explosive-wrecker]

really? нe’ѕ тнaт мυcн oғ a nυтjoв? noт тнaт ι ѕнoυld вe ѕυrprιѕed, gιven wнo ιт ιѕ and all, вυт daмn. dυѕт on нιѕ deѕĸ. yoυ really ѕнoυldn’т тell мe тнaт ѕorт oғ тнιng — мιgнт gιve мe ιdeaѕ. anyway,

yeaн, alrιgнт. ι’м goιng тo need тo convιnce one oғ тнoѕe droneѕ тнaт openιng тнe вrιdge ғor мe ιѕn’т goιng тo geт нιм ιn мυcн тroυвle wιтн тнe вιg вoyѕ, вυт тнaт’ѕ eaѕy all тнιngѕ conѕιdered. jυѕт don’т ĸιcĸ тнe ѕcrap oυт oғ ‘ιм wнen yoυ geт нere. тнe ѕυperιorѕ wιll ѕcold yoυ — and мe, вecaυѕe ι ιnvιтed yoυ. yoυ ĸnow нow тнoѕe ғraggerѕ are.

[ironbourne]

Get all the ideas you want, Wheeljack. It's not my aft he'd be after.

Me, trouble? I'll try to be on my best behavior, especially if they're doin' you a favor. As long as they don't crack a fuss at me, I won't cause a scene.

[ironbourne]

She giggled and let him hold the painting before she was bouncing on her pedes and reaching up. Don't mind the paint on her servos/frame that she's probably going to get on you too. "Wanna sit on yous shouldas p'ease Gwampa!" If there was one place she liked to hang out on all her creators and her Grandpa the most, it was their shoulders. You got the best view of everything up there! "Dunno where ta put pi'ture." Their artwork was littering the house, so anywhere would suffice really.

Unlike his golden son, Ironhide didn't mind the paint. It could always wash off. Besides, more often than not he was finding the twins covered in paints, pastels, and other art supplies-- it was nothing new.

He scooped her up and stood to full height, holding the painting gently in his servos after he deposited the tiny femmeling onto his shoulder armor. "How about-- your grandpa puts this on his door. That way, when your daddies and mama see it, they'll know you made it for me. Sound good?"

[ixneededxthat-blog]

For a moment, Ratchet stood perfectly still, and the coolant once again began pooling in his optics. “They sent me a picture from the Cybertron rebuild project. The Crystal City is irreparable. It’s where I took all my dates. It’s… the only place on Cybertron I actually missed. And it’s gone. Forever.”

[ironbourne]

Somewhat taken aback, Ironhide stood silently, gauging Ratchet's distress. Hell, he could relate. He tried not to hold too much hope for what was left of their world.

He vented, hard. Seeing mechs cry really tore at his spark. "Nothing I can say will bring it back, but-- I'm sorry to hear it." Before another drop could fall, Ironhide made a careful swipe at Ratchet's faceplates with his thumb. "Cmon now."

[officer-sarcasm]

Their options of me doesn’t matter.

…. I’m going to take that as a compliment. 

I don’t see how that matters. At all. I’m not saying that I do like it. I just don’t see how it matters. Explain.

[ironbourne]

Mine should.

You do what you gotta do, Prowl.

Doesn't have to matter. At least you can appreciate.

[goingloco]

Manga Studio 5 has amazing tools that make your draw look so much better. 10/10.

[ixneededxthat-blog]

Ratchet stubbornly shook his head. He’d be fine. Whatever Ironhide needed was more important. “I’ll be okay. What is it you need?”

[ironbourne]

He set himself sternly, displeased by Ratchet's avoidance. "Came lookin' for you. No particular reason."

[officer-sarcasm]

There’s nothing wrong with humans, but I’ve found their terminology lacking.

…. I’m not complicated.

IronHIDE

[ironbourne]

Maybe they think you're lackin'.

You are. The most complicated 'bot I've ever known.

Stop actin' like you don't like it.

[ironbourne]

[[ Since anons seem to be interested in his grandkids, I'm gonna throw one of em at ya! ]] "Gwampa! Gwampa wook!" Solstice was stumbling along with a painting in her servos that she had made for him today. It was a painting of her and him (it being much more distinguishable than just two blobs of color on the page but still looking like a sparkling did it) as well as a large heart in the background. "Das yooou and das meh! Yous wike it?" she asked, looking hopefully up at her beloved Grandpa.

The old mech could hear her before she found him, turning his helm in her direction as she bounded toward him. It wasn't exactly rare to see a smile curving his faceplates when one of his grandkids was involved.

Bending to get a better look of the drawing, Ironhdie regarded it with an audible interest, opening a palm for her. "Looks like you got your Daddy's talent, didn't you? 'Course, I love it. Where we gonna put this, squeaker? We gotta show it off to everybody."

[ixneededxthat-blog]

"No, old friend. I am not."

[ironbourne]

Idly concerned shift. "You wanna talk about it?"

[ironbourne]

Are you a grumpy old grandpa around all bitlits or just certain ones?

Not grumpy to any bitlets. Least not that I'm aware of.

[officer-sarcasm]

A human term. That explains everything. Stop taking lessons from them.

I always make sense. You simply don’t understand. 

No. You can’t make me.

[ironbourne]

What's wrong with humans? They're squishy, but they're alright.

... Stop bein' complicated, then.

Maybe I can.