&quot;Ten.&quot; - Ten

“Ten…” His EM field is sheepish and apologetic, but not regretful. He’s tired of the gentle, almost pitying, confused looks when he tries to talk to the other medics. Ratchet understands him. Or, rather, Ratchet makes the effort to understand him. And Ten is most comfortable discussing this subject with him.

“Ten?” He holds up a data-pad displaying the stages of a protoform. He points to it, then gestures to himself. Tapping his chest, he wiggles the data-pad.

Ten wants a sparkling. He’s never wanted anything so desperately in his life. The problem is he’s a not like other Cybertronians; he’s a Legislature, a drone designed for a specific purpose. He’s not sure if he can have a sparkling, whether he be the carrier or sire.

rustedservos

Ratchet glances at the datapad, then does a double take at the image displayed on the screen. Primus almighty, he was sure that a drone such as Ten wouldnt be able to procreate, but here he was watching Ten point at datapads.

“Ten….”He starts, not wanting to break the spark of one so polite and desperate to belong. He also scans the other again, wanting to double check readings and spark output.

Ten shifts nervously, trying to gauge Ratchet’s tone. He tries not to look too hopeful -- tries not to be too hopeful -- but deep down he knows a negative answer will crush him, no matter how likely it is.

“Ten,” he urges gently. There’s a slight tone of “it’s okay” in his voice, but it’s strained. He already anticipates the soft affirmation his fears, the pitying look, the crushing weight on his spark. Still, he desperately hopes...

#rustedservos

rustedservos

"Ten ten ten ten." Don't mind a soft boi searching for data-pads on sparkbonds, protoforms, and carrying. ~pretty-pretty-flowers

“Ten,I dont rummage through your things.”

@pretty-pretty-flowers

#rustedservos #//hello ^-^#//hope this is okay

“Ten...” His EM field is sheepish and apologetic, but not regretful. He’s tired of the gentle, almost pitying, confused looks when he tries to talk to the other medics. Ratchet understands him. Or, rather, Ratchet makes the effort to understand him. And Ten is most comfortable discussing this subject with him.

“Ten?” He holds up a data-pad displaying the stages of a protoform. He points to it, then gestures to himself. Tapping his chest, he wiggles the data-pad.

Ten wants a sparkling. He’s never wanted anything so desperately in his life. The problem is he’s a not like other Cybertronians; he’s a Legislature, a drone designed for a specific purpose. He’s not sure if he can have a sparkling, whether he be the carrier or sire.

I’m still having trouble with threads but pls consider the following:

Ten with twin sparklings. Lil femmes named Styx and Nix (after Pluto’s moons)

That is all.

#//ooc #//BABIES

#meme #//gettin to responses later but uh #//tie this boy up like a pretty present please~?

Update

((Hey y’all! Right now I’m staying at a place with wifi, so I have better access to Tumblr! However, I’m going to be out all day tomorrow, so I won’t be on much until Thursday. Threads will be slow on Ten and Phlox’s blogs. Right now my muse is with Ross, plus it gets stressful when there are too many threads going on.))

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#//ooc

rpmememeup

Send 🎀 to find my muse tied up--however you want

Pharma's just gonna bring Ten some energon goodies ~Betterdoctorthanyou

@betterdoctorthanyou

And Ten is just gonna usher Pharma in with the biggest grin. His quarters is a bit cluttered, but the make-shift berth is neatly made, and he offers his guest a seat.

“Ten!” Sitting down beside him Ten wraps an arm around Pharma’s waist and pulls him close. He gazes between the goodies and the medic, unsure of which he should direct his attention to first.

It’s Pharma. He gets a big ‘ol nuzzle.

“Do… Ten do you like me too?” He asked, his head cocking to the side.

Blushing, Ten nods. Due to his trouble communicating, it's often hard for him to tell if he's too forward or too subtle. He's glad he's seemed to get his message across without scaring Pharma.

He's even gladder Pharma feels the same. He takes the medic's servo and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Pharma's just gonna bring Ten some energon goodies ~Betterdoctorthanyou

@betterdoctorthanyou

And Ten is just gonna usher Pharma in with the biggest grin. His quarters is a bit cluttered, but the make-shift berth is neatly made, and he offers his guest a seat.

“Ten!” Sitting down beside him Ten wraps an arm around Pharma’s waist and pulls him close. He gazes between the goodies and the medic, unsure of which he should direct his attention to first.

It’s Pharma. He gets a big ‘ol nuzzle.

Pharma sat down happily. He leaned against Ten as he was pulled close. The bigger mech was always so caring and gentle. Setting the treats aside, he returned the nuzzle.

“Heh did you miss me, sweetspark?”

“Ten.” He nods against Pharma’s cheek as he rubs his back. Today, Ten is covered in refrigerator magnets. He takes a heart-shaped one off of himself and pokes it onto Pharma’s chest.

“Aw I missed you too.” Pharma said, leaning over and kissing Ten’s cheek.

He smiles down at the magnet on his chest. “Thank you.” Pharma lifts his hand traces his fingers delicately over the magnet. His throat tightened. Why was he so emotional about this? “Does it look good on me?”

Ten melts under Pharma’s lips. How is it that he was blessed with a such a sweet mech?

“Ten,” he nods. It looks wonderful on him. Of course, everything looks good on Pharma. Ten’s digit gently follows his over the edges of the magnet.

Pharma shuddered under that careful finger. He smiled up at Ten. “I wanted to thank you for being so very kind to me. I… Really like you quite a lot, Ten.”

"Ten," he says sweetly, wrapping his field around Pharma. It radiates soft warmth and affection, along with a humble gratitude.

If Ten wanted me to have his sparkling i would.

*Happy Ten gasps*

*Ten would LOVE to sire Pharma's sparkling. He'd make a crib and toys and get Pharma anything he craved and rub his feet if they were sore*

((Okay, so i heard from my friends and they’re safe. The city is getting some supplies, but any help is still needed and appreciated for where the hurricane hit. I posted a link that has some info if anyone wants to check that out.

Idk when I’ll be able to go back home, but the power is back where I’m staying. For Ross and Phlox’s blogs I’ll probably drop most current threads in favor of new ones, but I’ll try to answer what i can on Ten’s. I’ll be on more tomorrow.

Thanks for all your patience and support 💙

#ooc

#signal boost #hurricane michael #pls pls pls

Be sure to give to vetted organizations, by checking sites like Charity Navigator.

Hey guys, I still have very limited wifi so this will have to be fast. Idk when I’ll be able to go back to FL, but right now it’s in shambles. Please please PLEASE spread this around. There’s little food and water to go around and people are still trapped in the debris. Anything y'all can do is appreciated.

Hey guys

So the hurricane passed through the town. I’m trying to get in touch with friends. I know my dad is alright and I’m pretty sure my amica is okay. Most of the town is destroyed, and only emergency workers are allowed on the roads right now. Idk when i’ll be able to go back home.

The power here in GA is out too. Idk how long i’ll be staying. Idk how long it’ll be until i get back to rp'ing, but i WILL be back! Rp is the one thing that keeps me sane so… Yeah.

This is all so weird and idk what’s going to happen next.

♋ ~Pretty-pretty-flowers

@pretty-pretty-flowers Pharma leaned his drunken frame against the legislator turned bouncer. “Ten. Ten cmere. Can I tell you a secret? I find the drawings you do on yourself very attractive. I think about how they’d look shining with solvent while you frag me raw in the washracks.”

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#betterdoctorthanyou #nsfw

Beautiful. Pharma is so beautiful, overcome with bliss and shuddering in Ten's lap. Ten moans loud and thrusts deep, holding the medic's hips to his as he spills inside of him.

His overload is hard and long. He tries to keep his optics open to watch his beloved, but his helm tips back at the last few moments as he comes undone. Ragged vents shake his chest as he collects himself. He presses pecks and nuzzles to Pharma's face.

Then he pauses.

"Ten!" Oh. Oh, no. He didn't mean to -- he was just caught up in the moment. Gently, he lifts Pharma off of his spike. He... He came inside, and he didn't ask first.

"Ten," he murmurs, guilt awash his optics and field. He squeezes Pharma's hand and gives him a concerned look. "Ten...?"

Pharma's just gonna bring Ten some energon goodies ~Betterdoctorthanyou

@betterdoctorthanyou

And Ten is just gonna usher Pharma in with the biggest grin. His quarters is a bit cluttered, but the make-shift berth is neatly made, and he offers his guest a seat.

“Ten!” Sitting down beside him Ten wraps an arm around Pharma’s waist and pulls him close. He gazes between the goodies and the medic, unsure of which he should direct his attention to first.

It’s Pharma. He gets a big ‘ol nuzzle.

Pharma sat down happily. He leaned against Ten as he was pulled close. The bigger mech was always so caring and gentle. Setting the treats aside, he returned the nuzzle.

“Heh did you miss me, sweetspark?”

“Ten.” He nods against Pharma’s cheek as he rubs his back. Today, Ten is covered in refrigerator magnets. He takes a heart-shaped one off of himself and pokes it onto Pharma’s chest.

“Aw I missed you too.” Pharma said, leaning over and kissing Ten’s cheek.

He smiles down at the magnet on his chest. “Thank you.” Pharma lifts his hand traces his fingers delicately over the magnet. His throat tightened. Why was he so emotional about this? “Does it look good on me?”

Ten melts under Pharma's lips. How is it that he was blessed with a such a sweet mech?

"Ten," he nods. It looks wonderful on him. Of course, everything looks good on Pharma. Ten's digit gently follows his over the edges of the magnet.

//Hey guys. Sorry this blog has been silent lately. I’ve just been busy. But I’ll be less busy later in the week, so look forward to some replies ^-^

#ooc

kingasaurusrex

"Ten! Ten ten ten, ten!"

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……….????????????????????

Eleven?????

“Ten!” Ten gives a cheerful wave. “Ten. Ten?”

#kingasaurusrex

Freeze

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Ten pulls his thermal cover tighter over himself, grumbling. He’s always run a bit on the cold side, but today he’s freezing. Why is the Lost Light so cold?! Part of him wishes he were still on shift; being a bouncer is hard work, but at least hard work keeps him warm.

“Ten…” He shivers and curls his knees to his chest.

sharkticonxqueen

A large beast noses open the door to his habsuite. No one had been cruel to her on this ship, but everyone seemed to react with fear, or anger, when she approached. No one here spoke quintesson, so they acted as if she were just grunting and growling.

She catches sight of the creature roughly her size, perhaps a bit smaller, and she makes her way closer, settling down beside him.

Like most sharkticons, she has thick insulation, and her instinct to keep warm is to cuddle with pack mates.

There just…weren’t any packmates here.

Maybe he’d allow it?