@crime.mob - Rock Yo Hips || LOLOLOL!!!!!!! This SCREENCAP!!!! we was just having too much ratchet fun! I bought gum and gave it to all the class takers to up the rachet! Every Thursday at 6PM at @soundboxtx always something to learn :)
((I’m participating in October’s @lostlightfest! Gonna be a mix of pencil sketches and ink drawings and I’m going to post ALL of them at the end so I don’t spam you guys too much- but I couldn’t resist putting Ratchet up separately. Gotta give my grumpy old medic some love.))
Grumpypedes mcUnderfueled, the medic who cares too much to the point of starving himself, Primus knows the last time his tanks were full without a heaping dose of synth-en to top them off
Getting force-fed by Decepticons. Soundwave, maybe Shockwave, jaw forced open and tubing guided down his intakes right into his tanks and then they fill him up
And he hates how good it feels. To be full, to be running on more than fumes. Everything is clearer and everything hurts less
Maybe they don’t stop after he’s topped off, keep it coming. There’s little sounds from deep in his body, minor transformations to accommodate a warping tank, or an overflow tank coming online and opening up, and his playing flexes outward here and there, transforming to make room.
Me and this guy hand been flirting with each other for a while, we were both black and I thought I had finally found a guy who respected me and my blackness but suddenly we stopped talking and he stopped acknowledging me. Days later I find out he’s seeing this white girl and talking about how lucky he is to have a white girl but black girls are ratchet and have too much attitude. I hate how black women are treated less than human and how the darker their skin is, the more inferior they become.
Okay, so I just saw @senatorspade’s post on Minimus Ambus’ height, and while it’s a great starting point, I wanted to expand on and possibly correct it a little bit. It’s probably going to get long and I’m providing reference images, so I’ll try this cut thing…
The femme had her wings dropped low. She did not let herself around the others too much. Except the occasional check up from Ratchet, and Tailgate attempting to get her to come out of her shell. And of course Rung. She entered the therapists office, keeping her frame in a submissive position.
Bee contacting Ratchet to tell him he’s going to have a sparkling and seeking medical advice. Stuff like “How much should I be limiting my activity? Can I still go on missions? Is it normal to be feeling rundown all the time? Should I be consuming any special kind of fuel?” Bee is supernervous and needs all the advice he can get.
And Ratchet is just stuck on “…You’re having a WHAT??? WITH WHO????”