this is how it feels

to take a fall ♗ ind. IDW ironhide

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He’s beautiful

thank you. he’s proud of it. ]]

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this is ironhide’s holoform ]]

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sensitivesniiper: 

The gray and red mechling huddled lower, blue optics dimmed, though previously lax doors twitched as he was spoken to, armor rattling faintly.

He didn’t offer more of a response, just let his doors droop in a vague sort of negative.

      Right. That was... An answer. Should he have expected any more? Or was it foolish to expect anything from somebody who’d been dug out from under the husk of an entire city? It was very likely, but Ironhide couldn’t say he’d ever seen anything like this before. "I don’t wanna rush you, kid, but they sent me down for a report.”

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Bluestreak huddled in the medberth, blue optics dull and flickering, staring blankly ahead with drooped doorwings. 

His vents hitched, occasionally, and he clung to the blanket with all his might, both servos clenched tightly. They’d cleaned his armor off… But he still felt it. Felt the dust and grime, the energon that had dripped onto him from the mecha crushed shielding him.

He was alone.

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      Ironhide had been busy when they brought the kid in, some meeting or other that he was trying and failing to follow. His processor was reeling, and he didn’t exactly have any say in the next moves--- he just needed to arm them when they got there, which meant that his attendance was mandatory in name alone and nobody seemed keen on slowing down so that their punch-man could keep up. It was crazy that they’d even call him in to take the bot’s statement, given how many officers they seemed to have whose only duties seemed to be taking notes. Regardless of the how or the why, Ironhide was being led to the medbay on the heels of a chittering medibot. 

      He kept careful count of how many steps he took, trying to ground himself in something while he went and finding it surprisingly difficult after all that’d transpired. 

      It was hard to care about any of the details once Ironhide actually got a look at the bot. Bluestreak looked like hell. He was intact, sure, but he looked about as drained as... well, as you would expect a bot to look, after a city fell on him. Ironhide forced himself to approach the slab Bluestreak was lying on and forced himself further, made sure his hands werent wringing and broadcasting his own anxiety to somebody who had it much, much worse. 

      “Bluestreak.” Ironhide began. He... didn’t know what to say next. “How... How you holdin’ up?”

      Bad. The answer was bad. 

[rpmusings-galore]

                                   ‘ do you forgive yourself? ‘ 

                                                        no. next question. 

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      Ironhide is an interesting character. He’ll do what he’s told when he’s told to do it, out of respect for his superiors--- his friends ---but he needs to do it his way. Every action is a series of steps and each of those steps needs to be performed in the way he’s always done it. It’s easier with somebody handing down the orders, when he doesn’t need to think or decide for himself, but even just the knowledge that people are acting on his instruction is enough to push him through the fog and get his aft in gear. Much harder on his own--- now all of the actions have steps but he doesn’t know where to begin them, and once the steps are carried out then the action ends and there’s nothing to follow it. The old friends, the old comforts are gone, and it’s just him and his twitching fingers and his ceaseless thoughts and the mat by the door, because if he doesn’t stand on that mat by the door then the city will crumble around his audials and there will be nothing left for him at all.

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viisionaiire: 

“Ah.  Well, then I would be honored to accept your offer, Ironhide.”  And he meant every word, lifting his drink to the other mech, “To your kindness.”

Ironhide…being kind.  Even with their past interactions, the notion wasn’t so farfetched.  He reiterated that yes, Ironhide never displayed a pleasure for being cruel, but at the same time, it hadn’t been often- if at all, that he went out of his way for the comfort of another.

“It’s a good look for you.”  Because perhaps peace does change everyone after all.

      He raised his own glass, smile tight and nervous, and took a steadying gulp. Mirage had... actually agreed to stay with him. Against all odds and despite Ironhide’s disposition, Mirage had agreed. Above anything else, Ironhide felt relieved. It couldn’t have been that easy, of course--- he was under no illusions that their past was water under the bridge ---but with this he could at least start to make it better. He could make up for himself. 

      Ironhide set his drink down on the table and trained his optics on his hands. The compliment seemed to stagger him. Slowly he aligned his fingertips to their matches and tentatively he tapped them together. “It’s the least I can do. ‘Hate to know that you’re kickin’ around out there with nowhere to go. This is supposed to be better than it was before.” 

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here 2! im back here too! ]]

[invasato]

Michael Ironside Stepped On Someone When He Was On Earth And Didn’t Admit It Until 3,000 Years After They Left And That’s Just The Facts

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swordborn replied to your post:

im making ironhide ocd because i like to PROJECT...

this is a good post and all I can think about is hide having to have his guns all neat and clean

n they all have a Place where they go, and he needs to touch them exactly in a very particular order before he picks one up or leaves his hab or goes to sleep (same with his locks) ]]

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im making ironhide ocd because i like to PROJECT and you cant stop me ]]

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escapaed: 

❝     I’LL  HAVE  YOU  KNOW ,  PAL  - i  bought  this  with  my  own  fair  trade !     ❞          she  hadn’t .  but  how  many  of  these  situations  do  you  think  a  thief  has  gotten  themselves  into ?  primus ,  by  now ,  anode  could  -  WOULD  - SHOULD  -  call  herself  a  professional  in  the  arts  of  saving  her  own  bacon  from  anybody  who’d  bychance  spotted  her  roaming  servos ,          ❝     forgive  me  for  my  off - world  trades  :  i  may  not  be  such  a  familiar  face  in  these  parts ,  but  what  i’m NOT ,  sir ,  is  a  scoundrel .     ❞

      Ironhide raised his hands in a placating gesture, optics quirking up as he forced a smile. He could play along, and maybe he could get this bot to see reason. She could still admit herself and put it back, and nobody needed to know. “’Course not, friend, but I couldn’t help but notice you’re carrying yourself mighty confidently for a bot with a hand behind her back.” 

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altusxdelusoris: 

You ought’a have a home…

Were Mirage a lesser mech, that phrase alone would have left him clutching at his chest with pure, spark crushing emotion.  It was just so…kind.  Instead he shook his head, wishing to put Ironhide at ease.

“Not at all, Ironhide, no!  It is a very generous offer, more than I deserve.”  He paused, at war with himself over what to do next.  Before, in his old life, Mirage had scoffed at the idea of accepting charity.  He had never needed it, written it off completely.  Now, however…

“I… I trust I wouldn’t be imposing on you?”

      Ironhide couldn’t help but shake his head. Mirage was more deserving of a home than he realized, certainly more than Ironhide, himself. How he didn’t see it was... well, it probably had to do with Ironhide’s own actions, and it was that guilt that led him to make the offer. He would offer and offer until he’d paid back what he owed. 

      And it seemed that Mirage was open to receive him. 

      There was a second where Ironhide could say nothing, only keep from grinning like mad when Mirage seemed to tentatively accept his offer. “No, no,” Ironhide shook his head, “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it, Mirage. I have the space.”

[martyrix]

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@escapaed

      It wasn’t uncommon these days to see a strange face in a crowd, not with all of these colonists milling about, but after so long surrounded by the same small clutch of bots it still felt strange. Ironhide did a bit of a doubletake when he caught sight of this particular newcomer. She looked a bit... well, what was she doing? 

      “Hey there, stranger. ‘Got something in your hand, there?”

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@localseeker​

      “’Right, boss,” Ironhide shouldered his way through the door, optics shut to prepare himself for whatever Starscream would have to say, “Here are the updates on the team, reports on the patrols--- Oh, an’ I stopped by some’a the departments on my floor to check in, got the resource reports, too.”