INSIDE MY / PALE ORGANS , I FOUND / THE STRENGTH TO / RIP THE REMAINS OF / A BURNING WORLD THAT / COLLAPSED ON ME FROM / ABOVE & TEAR IT / INTO PIECES AS / NOURISHMENT . ind. noble six of halo : reach . written by arlo .
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INSIDE MY / PALE ORGANS , I FOUND / THE STRENGTH TO / RIP THE REMAINS OF / A BURNING WORLD THAT / COLLAPSED ON ME FROM / ABOVE & TEAR IT / INTO PIECES AS / NOURISHMENT . ind. noble six of halo : reach . written by arlo .
crimenight .
does anyone know if sol is okay?
from left to right : ambulon , ratchet , diagnostic drone , & first aid . » do not reblog !
foxy-mulder .
Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it.
already , light fades / remote noise of pedes moving toward assigned quarters . however , you remain . so far , nothing lingered at the door to his office . he made it clear , long ago , that his focus would crumble in the late recesses of the day if another were to barge inside . turquoise optics set aside a report from first aid & nautica / mind endeavors to ignore the ache weighing his spark down . another consideration : while some would pour in more hours of sparring ( or lounge in swerve’s ), he seldom acquired visitors . even cursory sights were welcomed , but in several hours ... no spark - soul came , & his ache grew fiercer . his gaze remain fixed on empty space , em field disregarding the familiar , gentle brush of a certain mech standing outside .
absentmindedly , ratchet let doors open , & helm turned slow to greet him .
❛ ... d-drift ? ❜ // @swordborn .
‘ i want to go home. ’ // :3c
IT CAN HURT , YOU KNOW » accepting // @iincandcscence .
every single one of us does , rodimus . however , words dare not really manifest . a revelation from lips who ignite a peculiar passion within myriad sparks / shivering , quivering frame covered in energon both his & from fallen comrades . aching in his old circuits ; deprivation of luxuries such as the concept of home . o’ captain was fortunate not to glimpse war’s beginning , ripe fruits . nor when their home was embellished with luminescence . colors of various hues , now dulled when a spark flickers out . ratchet waits , patiently . observed rise & fall of red - orange chassis .
( vents open / a loud , painful groan : inaudible to ears . )
he moves ━ slowly , as if any sudden gesture would aggravate an already fragile situation .
❛ this is home . ❜
a tender servo placed upon rodimus’s shoulder . he knew not else what to say , but part of him hopes his presence is enough .
‘ ratchet . your optics. i never looked at them this way . ‘ clark had flown upward to ratchets face . a smile as he admired a beautiful gaze . ‘ they’re beautiful.’
medic’s helm roughly pivoted away : instinctual response to words so … incredibly unheard of . former dialogue about the biology of point - one - percenters discarded , lodged in throat . gaze rapidly flickered , & could only muster a sound akin to coughing .
❛ i … ah , thank you . ❜ unaccustomed to compliments , he only heard them spoken about younger mechs . seldom the old ( drift was an exception ).
❛ y-you as well , i suppose . ❜
Rodimus: My doctor says I only have a few hours to live.
Drift: What? Are you sick??
Rodimus: No, I just really pissed him off
Ratchet in the distance: I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU
‘ call me whenever you need to . ’
IT CAN HURT , YOU KNOW » accepting // @healos .
silence . it gnaws at his circuits / a wispy & strong force even he could never hope to govern . the medic developed tunnel vision : beneficial in the field , but he soon discovered that thoughts would hunger for them to be heard . a voice r e f u s i n g to descend from lips ; chained words + desperation . cyan optics ━ firm , narrowed not because of his companion , but something else . but what was it ? a name , ratchet wanted to place … rather , he did not want to speak it out loud .
no spoken word : tranquility continued to hang between kindred souls , & mech’s lips curled downward . a frown for the fantasies that could have been ━ what he can never grasp & forever keep . bones developed , ratchet observed . rightfully cautious ━ & remains so , but considerably less . an iron bond they had . words need no manifest .
uzurpr .
i’m going to make myself clear : if you support transphobia in ANY way — ESPECIALLY towards a minor , then choke . rot. if you feed this dumb ass confession blog attention and if you even BREATHE it’s way in some enabling manner then you are the worst human being to ever walk the earth. y’all are so quick to defend pedophiles and so many fucked up adults on this site but GOD FORBID. GOD FORBID A MINOR IS ATTACKED LOL you’re suddenly blind !!!!! rocky literally did NOTHING to deserve such a random ass attack.
@superel is hilarious , a good friend to have. he breathes life into popular characters & has so much passion for each of them. does not deserve the fucking shit thrown @ him , especially from that disgusting blog. we met long ago ( more like months ago , but you know what i mean ) & has been a steady friend since. rocky deserves every single morsel of kindness in this world.
@clockmade .
tap , tap , tap . optics remain focused on the pad in his left servo , peripheral vision making him awfully cognizant of the individual on his desk : squatting . lips part , exasperated gaze robbed of much relished tranquility .
❛ what in the s l a g do you need ? ❜
💕o.k.
DR. LOVE : @healos .» ratchet + bones = 58%.
dr. love thinks that a relationship between ratchet & bones has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not. your relationship may suffer good & bad times. if things might not be working out as you would like them to, do not hesitate to talk about it with the person involved. spend time together, talk with each other.
he’s not even surprised .
💕 i mean,,, why not
DR. LOVE : @iincandcscence .» ratchet + rodimus = 58%.
dr. love thinks that a relationship between ratchet & rodimus has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not. your relationship may suffer good & bad times. if things might not be working out as you would like them to, do not hesitate to talk about it with the person involved. spend time together, talk with each other.
he’s just going to … yeah . anything above 50% are lies .
itsjust-insanity .
*moans when im stretching to let all the boys get a taste of what it is like to fuck me*
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quietly wraps his arms around drift while he's writing reports.
HE’S BEEN LIKE THIS FOR A WHILE NOW , hunched over in one of the many chairs that filled the Lost Lights command , nose deep in the paperwork displayed on a dimly lit datapad . it’s a position he seems to have taken to regularly ; glorified secretary his memory helped supply , a human word that he had once found rather strange during his time spent on earth . now it just served as a reminder to what his Autobot reintegration act really meant .
not that he really minded , of course , but the posture he’s settled to take is one that will no doubt come back to haunt him . he could already feel the stiffening of his spine and the locking a good part of his joints . Rodimus had insisted he needed these finished by the orn , said something about Ultra Magnus having his hide if he didn’t send them in on time .
and like any good friend , Drift offered to help .
yet he hadn’t thought the captain would abandon him the minute files hit the table , leaving him to sit unassumingly for the duration of his off time . that had been a good two hours ago , and since then , the wayward second hasn’t moved an inch . he’s so quiet in fact , that its a miracle Ratchet even finds the white mech in the first place .
COMPANY FROM ANOTHER HAD NOT BEEN EXPECTED , and so the heavy contact of arms wrapping around his frame caused an instinctual recoil . hands reach for the hilts of swords resting at his sides in a white knuckle hold , ready to attack his would-be assailant . it’s only a seconds lapse in judge , but it’s enough to spike a wave of fear . though upon realising who it was behind him , Drift visible relaxes . GUILT is then quick to come swarming in through his open field , and the swordsmech tries to cover his actions by removing his weapons all together . acting as if that was his plan all along .
❛ what’re you doing here ? ❜