#sweetsinger

[mrjinx87]

A very special thanks to @jamieakuma of Kasai Photography and muzic.net.nz for sending me this poster of @skye.sweetnam from the New Zealand @devilskinnz tour! The time from payment to delivery was honestly super quick, I just waited a couple of days to post this. Lol. Now to send it to Sever to get her to sign it! #skyesweetnam #sumocyco #sweetposter #sweetsinger

[vosdecepticorum]

...Vos?

«TARN! Where have you been?! I missed you! I'm sorry, I got lost, I left the ship for a bit without telling anyone and then it moved out of range! How are you?! You have a CHILD?!»

[heroic-flying-medic]

[ muse profile meme ]

[ A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse ]

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc.

If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! ( If you’re in doubt on some hover over them to discover what you should put in there! ) When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!~ 

Tagged by :  Reading the post made by thankorblamemelater

NAME: Pharma (also referred to as 'nice Pharma' or 'doctor')

AGE:  Approx. 4.5 million years

SPECIES:  Cybertronian

GENDER: Technically Cybertronians have no gender, but he can be considered 'male' just for the sake of having an answer

SEX: N/A

PROFESSION: Medic, currently CMO of the Nice Peaceful Tyranny

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                   { PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

BODY TYPE: Like most fliers, Pharma's frame is tall and lean, though not fragile

EYES: A rich amber colour

SKIN: Mainly white with dark raspberry, violet-indigo and cyan areas, also including a bit of orange

HEIGHT: 26 feet, 14 inches

WEIGHT: N/A

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                             { FAMILY }

SIBLINGS: UNKNOWN

PARENTAL UNIT: UNKNOWN

GRANDPARENTS: UNKNOWN

OTHER RELATIVES: UNKNOWN

ANY PETS?: yes [ x ] || no [ ✓ ] - not until his cybercat is complete; then it may also be considered more of a companion or friend than a 'pet', but oh well it fits here

However, he has come to think of the DJD as a family of sorts

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                          { SKILLS }  

Physical Prowess: 7.3/10

Speed: 15/10 (flier)

Charisma: 7/10

Intelligence: 9.2/10 

Courage: 8.6/10

Firepower: 7.8/10 

Stamina: 6.2/10 (again, flier- needs to refuel often due to high-performance engine)

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                         { TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——-

Friendly

Kind

Witty (when he's comfortable)

Brave (well, you'd have to either be brave or stupid to betray the SG Autobots, and brave sounds better)

Humble

Easy-going (very rarely is he irritable though that seems to have changed)

Stubborn (can be good and bad)

— —- NEGATIVE ——-

Stubborn (self-explanatory)

Somewhat lack of concern for own self-being (he doesn't do it on purpose, I promise)

Damaged 

Insecure

Often overworks himself

Plagued with nightmares (which sometimes he tries to force insomnia on himself to avoid)

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                                      { LIKES }

COLORS: Amber, turquoise

SMELLS: Rain, night, aromatic crystals

FOOD: Energon goodies

FRUITS: N/A

DRINKS: Energon- favorite is a light spritzer with a bit of silver and cobalt

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? 

yes [ ✓ ] || no [ ]  (though he is somewhat of a lightweight considering more than a couple of glasses will do him in)

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                  {  OTHER DETAILS  }

SMOKES?: yes [  ] || no [ ✓ ] 

DRUGS?: yes [ ✓ ] || no [  ] (before he left the Autobots, unwillingly took them - if taking them is even a proper word for having them either forced into him via injection or oral tablets)

LICENSE TO KILL:  yes [  ] || no [ ✓ ]     

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: no [  ] || yes [ ✓ ] || almost [  ] (nearly executed too)

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DONE! Now tag other 15 people [ or more/less if you want ] to do it!

Tagged: sweet-singer, kaon-warmfuzzies, emergency-vehicle, lobe-the-mnemosurgeon saevusbellator, sparkeaterblackfire, whateverimdeadpool and anyone else who wants to do one 8D

[ask-atomizer]

Deals

Finally, I’m home…

Atomizer docked his small ship on to the NPT for the first time in nearly two month…well that is at least what Atom’s calendar said, however if felt like it had been a life time ago sense last he’d seen any of his mates. Had his sparklings grown up sense his departure? Did they even know about him?

Sighing and holding his helm in his servo he slowly rubbed his face trying to wipe away any fatigue. Getting up he stashed away his “tools” safely locking them away in a closet that appeared to be a normal wall panel - Didn’t want Dock Officials to see his little stash of toys. Walking to the bottom of the ramp Atomizer stretching his arms and legs doing a quick transformation to his alt and back before staring out into space both mentally and physically.

[heroic-flying-medic]

O///O

5: Your muse finds mine tied up in his room.

((cut for potentially triggering content))

/Pharma grunted with effort as he attempted to free himself from his compromising position. Somehow the medic had ended up tied to his own berth, presumably while recharging. Ironically, he’d just began to feel safe and comfortable in his own hab-suite. Knowing someone had snuck in and restrained him- rather uncomfortably- in his recharge really didn’t make him feel confident about the integrity of the lock on his door.

It was quite a sight, really. The jet was painfully tied up with both arms spread out over the headboard of his berth with his legs bent and tied to the sides, leaving an awful pain in his back. Ironically, Tarn had reprimanded him for recharging under his desk for that exact reason. At least no one had ever snuck into his office and tied him up.

Pharma groaned in pain as he felt the joints in his shoulders and hips straining. As a medic, he knew the joints wouldn’t bear a load like his body while strained like this for very long, and Pharma was no escape artist. He’d have to call someone to help.

Looking down at himself again, he realized how embarrassing that would be. With his legs spread his panel was completely exposed. A warning creak from his right shoulder stopped him reconsidering. He’d rather be embarrassed than have his shoulder dislocated, or worse, snapped off. This kind of position brought back terrible memories for him, providing a distraction from the task at hand. He imagined a dark, red eyed figure hovering over him, the confines of his room transforming into a wholly different place he’d rather have never visited again. A whimper of fear escaped his vocalizer, and the figure let out an ominous laugh,garbled and laced with static.

His venting picked up, amber optics wide and cycling themselves behind their lenses./ N-no, please! D-don’t hurt me! /The figure tilted its head and blinked its dim red optics at him, silently questioning Pharma’s plea. The fact that it hadn’t spoken only made the matter more terrifying.

It chuckled again, an eerily calm, staticky tone to it’s voice. Its hand transformed into a buzz saw and its head tilted again, grinning.

Pharma could feel his fuel pump beating fast, spark burning so hot he swore it’d melt his chest plating. Stuck in his horrifying living nightmare, he’d completely forgotten to call for help./ N-no, NO! /The medic thrashed in his restraints, desperate to escape. He felt his shoulder snap from the tension, screaming in pain.

Fans whirring in a desperate attempt to cool his searing frame, he gasped when he heard the figure speak, leaning in to reveal its familiar face./ Don’t worry doctor; this won’t hurt a bit. /Pharma screamed, optics nearly busting as he felt the saw make contact with one of his wings, white-hot pain searing through his arm directly and spreading throughout the area. The hot ache slowly climbed down his frame and coolant streamed down his face./ HEEEEEELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY! AAAAAAAGH!

/Someone must’ve heard him, because a distant voice called out for him, trying to break him from his nightmare. Unfortunately Pharma was simply too frightened to react./

[heroic-flying-medic]

[Headcanons meme]: ♥:How they show affection, ☁:How they feel about cold weather.

♥:How they show affection-

 The answer to this would depend on what form of affection is being referred to.

 There’s the gentle, platonic affection he shows towards his patients, for example. Always smiling, soft voice, kind words; he never shows any disdain towards them, regardless of who they are or what they’ve done. If they’re under his care, he’s going to make sure they’re safe and well cared for.

 On the other hand, he can also be affectionately witty and sarcastic towards those he’s more comfortable around. This is… sadly seldom seen, as most of the time he feels as though he’s ‘treading on broken glass’, so to speak. He’s hyper-aware of his past crimes and still seems to think he can easily screw up and be punished harshly. This makes it difficult for him to simply accept and acknowledge being reprimanded if he’s done something incorrectly. 

 Currently, he’s not done much exploring or acting upon romantic affection, so he’s a little naive when it comes to the topic. It’s not that he doesn’t know anything about it; he is a medic and covered most of that when training under Ratchet. (though he tries very, very hard to never think of those lessons) Pharma’s just not… used to feeling anything himself, so when he does he gets a little awkward. 

☁:How they feel about cold weather-

 Most jets and cold weather do not get along well at all, and Pharma is no exception. He can tolerate it, but it usually brings him a fair bit of displeasure. He much prefers warm, comfortable environments- usually involving a nest of blankets and some warm sweet energon. However, humidity is something he rather dislikes as well. The feeling of his joints getting gummed up with the damp heat makes his plating crawl. 

Flying outside in the rain is something he does enjoy, but not when it’s too cold. When he comes back he’s always got a bunch of towels wrapped around him. 

[facelessgunformer]

*Grabs your helm and proceeds to rub skimo-kissies all over your facemask.*

[lobe-the-mnemosurgeon]

sweet-singer сказал(а): Don’t you think it’s too early to post untagged spoilers, dear Lobe-mun?

I wouldn't have done it otherwise. But OK - the post is deleted.