The Hatchet Offical

Medic, Therapist (?), Mother, Professional Wedding Planner, Wedding Officiant, Grandpa, Social Worker(?), Babysitter

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The Hatchet Offical

(I now also run @prowl-official ) Mun here, with Rules For The Blog:

Don’t be an asshole (this means no homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, or anything of the sort)

That’s it.

I possess, and use freely, the right to block anyone who breaks the rule.

Oh! Also, this is a fun sideblog - I’m not taking anything too seriously, so there are no MDNI’s unless otherwise stated. There won’t be any NSFW, but there might be some suggestive content occasionally. In which case, I’ll try to tag. Otherwise, there will be practically ZERO tags.

ONCE AGAIN! This is my fun, relaxing (for me) sideblog. Please be aware of your own limits, and skip anything that is not to your taste. This is MY blog, and you don’t have to be here if you don’t like it.

CW:

Liberal Use of Swears

Ornery Chief Medical Officer

Medical BS that the mod pulls from their ass

[ratchet-offical]

Apologies if you've already been informed, but apparently Bumblebee has not recharged in 5 to 6 days; you might want to check in on him?

—fanfiction anon

Ugh, I just learned…

[ratchet-offical]

Ratchet. Ratchet you need to knock out bumblebee. Induce recharge. Bumblebee needs rest

Ah, scrap…

[ratchet-offical]

Out of curiosity, if the war started again and someone like uhh... I dunno, Rumble were at the end of your scope, would you pull the trigger?

OOC: Hey mun! Feel free to skip this ask if it makes you uncomfy

No.

[ratchet-offical]

" Do you have. Oil. "

-🐝

Yeah, why?

[rodimus-offical]

@ratchet-offical hits me :(

[ratchet-offical]

Excuse me, what?

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[ginrai-official]

Hangover?

[bumblebee-official]

" I wish "

[ginrai-official]

Did you eat more of that weird Angolmois stuff again?

[bumblebee-official]

" Weird wha? "

[ginrai-official]

Also sometimes called Dark Energon.

[bumblebee-official]

" Ohh hahaha no but I wish I had some of that righ' now "

[ginrai-official]

....

[bumblebee-official]

" It helps with my tanks "

[ginrai-official]

.... @ratchet-offical I think Bee may need extra help

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs tiredly, and rubs his forehead*

I’ve heard him say that he’s immune to it, and it helps settle his tanks.

[ginrai-official]

Fine... fine... I'm not a doc afterall...

[ratchet-offical]

Ha! I barely feel like I’m a doctor with the scrap that’s been happening lately…

[ginrai-official]

Saved a life?

[ratchet-offical]

What?

[ginrai-official]

Have you saved a life recently? Even if it doesn't quite feel so?

[ratchet-offical]

No… not recently.

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Prolly just stress or somethin' . . Lack 'f recharge I dunno "

[ratchet-offical]

Slag… okay. Do you need anything to help with it?

[bumblebee-official]

" Bucket in case I . .y'know. 'Ll be fine though, this happens sometimes "

[ratchet-offical]

I remember.

Fragging hell. I wish there was something I could do to help you…

*Ratchet frowns as he grabs a bucket and brings it to Bee*

[bumblebee-official]

" 's fine. I'll be alright in a couple kliks. "

[ratchet-offical]

…okay.

[bumblebee-official]

" Yeah . . Think 'm just tired, kinda hard to think straight. Probably gonna try recharging after this "

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowns in concern*

Okay, you do that. Comm me if you need anything…

[bumblebee-official]

" Wwhatwould I need? "

[ratchet-offical]

Hell if I know. Anything?

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[ginrai-official]

Hangover?

[bumblebee-official]

" I wish "

[ginrai-official]

Did you eat more of that weird Angolmois stuff again?

[bumblebee-official]

" Weird wha? "

[ginrai-official]

Also sometimes called Dark Energon.

[bumblebee-official]

" Ohh hahaha no but I wish I had some of that righ' now "

[ginrai-official]

....

[bumblebee-official]

" It helps with my tanks "

[ginrai-official]

.... @ratchet-offical I think Bee may need extra help

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs tiredly, and rubs his forehead*

I’ve heard him say that he’s immune to it, and it helps settle his tanks.

[ginrai-official]

Fine... fine... I'm not a doc afterall...

[ratchet-offical]

Ha! I barely feel like I’m a doctor with the scrap that’s been happening lately…

[ginrai-official]

Saved a life?

[ratchet-offical]

What?

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Prolly just stress or somethin' . . Lack 'f recharge I dunno "

[ratchet-offical]

Slag… okay. Do you need anything to help with it?

[bumblebee-official]

" Bucket in case I . .y'know. 'Ll be fine though, this happens sometimes "

[ratchet-offical]

I remember.

Fragging hell. I wish there was something I could do to help you…

*Ratchet frowns as he grabs a bucket and brings it to Bee*

[bumblebee-official]

" 's fine. I'll be alright in a couple kliks. "

[ratchet-offical]

…okay.

[bumblebee-official]

" Yeah . . Think 'm just tired, kinda hard to think straight. Probably gonna try recharging after this "

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowns in concern*

Okay, you do that. Comm me if you need anything…

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[ginrai-official]

Hangover?

[bumblebee-official]

" I wish "

[ginrai-official]

Did you eat more of that weird Angolmois stuff again?

[bumblebee-official]

" Weird wha? "

[ginrai-official]

Also sometimes called Dark Energon.

[bumblebee-official]

" Ohh hahaha no but I wish I had some of that righ' now "

[ginrai-official]

....

[bumblebee-official]

" It helps with my tanks "

[ginrai-official]

.... @ratchet-offical I think Bee may need extra help

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs tiredly, and rubs his forehead*

I’ve heard him say that he’s immune to it, and it helps settle his tanks.

[ginrai-official]

Fine... fine... I'm not a doc afterall...

[ratchet-offical]

Ha! I barely feel like I’m a doctor with the scrap that’s been happening lately…

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Prolly just stress or somethin' . . Lack 'f recharge I dunno "

[ratchet-offical]

Slag… okay. Do you need anything to help with it?

[bumblebee-official]

" Bucket in case I . .y'know. 'Ll be fine though, this happens sometimes "

[ratchet-offical]

I remember.

Fragging hell. I wish there was something I could do to help you…

*Ratchet frowns as he grabs a bucket and brings it to Bee*

[bumblebee-official]

" 's fine. I'll be alright in a couple kliks. "

[ratchet-offical]

…okay.

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[ginrai-official]

Hangover?

[bumblebee-official]

" I wish "

[ginrai-official]

Did you eat more of that weird Angolmois stuff again?

[bumblebee-official]

" Weird wha? "

[ginrai-official]

Also sometimes called Dark Energon.

[bumblebee-official]

" Ohh hahaha no but I wish I had some of that righ' now "

[ginrai-official]

....

[bumblebee-official]

" It helps with my tanks "

[ginrai-official]

.... @ratchet-offical I think Bee may need extra help

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs tiredly, and rubs his forehead*

I’ve heard him say that he’s immune to it, and it helps settle his tanks.

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Prolly just stress or somethin' . . Lack 'f recharge I dunno "

[ratchet-offical]

Slag… okay. Do you need anything to help with it?

[bumblebee-official]

" Bucket in case I . .y'know. 'Ll be fine though, this happens sometimes "

[ratchet-offical]

I remember.

Fragging hell. I wish there was something I could do to help you…

*Ratchet frowns as he grabs a bucket and brings it to Bee*

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Prolly just stress or somethin' . . Lack 'f recharge I dunno "

[ratchet-offical]

Slag… okay. Do you need anything to help with it?

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[bumblebee-official]

" Tanks. Jus- jus' gimme a minute . . "

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, I will, but then I really would appreciate if you told me what’s going on with you.

[bumblebee-official]

" 's just my tanks, doc, don' get so worked up about it "

[ratchet-offical]

Are you sure? It’s nothing else?

[bumblebee-official]

" Oh. "

[ratchet-offical]

What does that mean?

[bumblebee-official]

" Uhm. "

[ratchet-offical]

???

[bumblebee-official]

" Don' worry about it. "

[ratchet-offical]

Well, I am worried about it.

[bumblebee-official]

" Well it's fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

Kid…

[bumblebee-official]

" Ratchet, I'm fi– " he cut himself off, covering his intake with a servo, digits trembling just slightly. He was silent for a moment, airing a short vent and swallowing.

" Said 'm fine. "

[ratchet-offical]

What the slag was that?!

You are obviously not fine.

[bumblebee-official]

" Can you not yell at me- "

[ratchet-offical]

Scrap. Sorry, Kid.

What’s wrong?

*Ratchet looks very concerned*

[ginrai-official]

Hangover?

[ratchet-offical]

What?! He was drunk?