#youngratchet

[unicromx8]

youngratchet replied to your post “protoformx replied to your post: ...”

...That face is the stuff of nightmares...

    n҉̸̀͟͝ ̷̶̧́͢y̡̨ ͠҉á͢  

[restitutiopax]

youngratchet replied to your post:      “You’re my Match-et,        So we’d better...

“…Yeah…no…”

     “Poetry depicting Love really is one of the hardest things to write. Puns are much the same.”

[rileys-nest]

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@youngratchet

Despite her being a sparkling, Sunflight had been part of Iacon’s aerial defense squadron for quite a few cycles at the moment. And today wasn’t anything different... besides the fact that she had been attacked and targeted by an unknown mech, being shot out of the sky. She plummeted towards the ground, barely managing to transform. Sunflight slammed into the hospital, sending debris flying everywhere as her speed carried through the floors until she landed on the main floor on a pile of debris, groaning and trilling faintly in pain, clicking the entire time as well.

[smokey-prime]

@youngratchet

It was supposed to be a simple spacebridge transport to Polyhex. Suffitus had meant to head there from Iacon to meet with Ratchet and other mechs to discuss trading options with the newly rediscovered colony worlds.

What he did NOT expect was to find himself in a building he had no recollection of, noticing various medical tools and datapads strewn about. 

“Frag, I really gotta get Ratchet to fix that...” he grumbled as he wandered around his new surroundings.

[toothlessthescraplet-blog]

*stares*.....

*waves one delicate pincer and chirrs cheerfully*

[iacon-stargazer]

Tsk, tsk. You've never sang for me, Orion. I almost feel hurt.

》Send “♬” and my muse will sing to you! | (accepting)

“You never asked,” Orion responds with a smile, before setting his music player to shuffle to let it choose a song. He finds his spark racing when he hears the opening beats, instantly recognizing the relevance, but at this point he’s committed to this. He begins softly and a bit timidly, swaying along with the music,

“I’ve been reading books of oldThe legends and the mythsAchilles and his goldHercules and his giftsSpiderman’s controlAnd Batman with his fistsAnd clearly I don’t see myself upon that list”

The instrumental picks up, and Orion increases his volume with it, gaining confidence despite his nerves,

“But she said, where’d you wanna go?How much you wanna risk?I’m not looking for somebodyWith some superhuman giftsSome superheroSome fairytale blissJust something I can turn toSomebody I can kiss”

He takes a quick vent and shutters his optics as the chorus starts, continuing,

“I want something just like this.”

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[unicromx8]

...So, you “eat” planets? I guess you’re on a pretty stellar diet, huh?

     Pchooooo goes the point, sailing straight between those ridiculous horns of his. 

      ( My diet is varied due to being comprised of all matters and energies and antimatters. Planets, for the most part, contain about the same materials and tastes; textures and organizations are the only real differences. )