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Getting into his normal entrance on the hospital roof appeared more difficult than usual, but he managed to sneak in and lock the door behind him. Whether to keep himself in here or everyone else, he couldn't decide.
He honestly can't decide on anything properly.
Vortex steps into the wards and barely notices the commotion, the blaring alarms, and the panicked staff and patients. To him, it feels like another crazy packed day at the hospital, reminding him why he hated coming to these places, but he needed...
He needed... help.
To mangle someone.
So he finds and corners an unfortunate nurse in the corner of a hall, his claws digging into their chassis to grab hold of them. He leans toward them as energon drools from his grinning mouth, his frame twitching uncontrollably while growling.
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Steam @gladiatorspxrked & Wild @frostbittenfemme & Darkfang
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@frostbittenfemme liked for a starter!
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It shouldn't be a surprise Blaze has many, many odd quirks, compared to general population.
They come and go, some sticking around permanently and some only for brief moments. With Blaze, one could never guess how he'd decide to surprise others.
Today is one of those days.
Wild's only hint is Blaze's unusual silence accompanied by a focused, unbreaking stare. She is halted in her tracks by Blaze's servo as she walks by him, the taller copter clearly unbothered by frigid temperatures frosting his servo.
He doesn't pull away, nor say anything, even when frost starts to climb up his forearm.
As if some unseen spell finally broke, Blaze pulls away, observing his frozen servo.
"Cool." He says after a moment of silence.
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:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::
::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::
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💋 your muse kissing mine on cheek (kiss the whirly birbs helm :3)
"So anyway, I shoved that displation wand thingy up his-"
"..."
Nothing shuts Whirl up more than absoloute random act of affection when he's least expecting it. Why did she do that? What the frag? He almost feels like punching here, but then she won't do it again- WHICH HE DOESN'T WANT TO HAPPEN! GET A GRIP WHIRL. He is totally hating it, ew, mushy feelings. Yes excellent that's the headspace he needs.
That did feel nice though.

"...Ew, what the frag? Are you going soft on me, Frosty? Pft."
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How about a frosty kiss to cool Beastie down?
Beastie would give a better one:
Raspberry like lips, taking a nosedive towards her own. He made sure to keep it there while taking a hold of her hips and dipping her down for good pressure.
It took just maybe a klik till he came back up to check his own reflection from Wild's lab tubes.
Hm.. some of his derma color came off just a tad.
At least with Wild's, hers tasted better~
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An unexpected rescue
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He had fucked up, he had fucked up big time. His not sure what he missed after his escape from Chicago, but after the battle, the natives of the planet has become more aggressive. Where they before would chase him away, try there best to keep him away and fight him off if he dares show himself, they now hunt him and his breatharians like they are rabbit beasts to be put down.
The only reason he has lasted for so long is thanks too his speed and consistently being on the look out for anything, it has served him well to be paranoid. He learned to savage only from the long dead, the once left to rust. Not a proud act, but one does what they must to survive and Starscream is nothing if not a survivor.
But the humans are cleaver, they play just as dirty as him and Starscream, Starscream underestimated them. Just as he learned that long dead was safe, the humans learned that someone, or something was attracted too the long dead. With his lack of vision he had not seen the camouflage humans until it was to late.
So here he lies, cockpit pushed onto the slippery sand as he trashes and screams in a blind rage. Desperate to find a way out of the net that holds him down, robs him of movement and flight. They are shouting but Starscream screams is not only louder but ear piercings for the little organics. It's primal, it's embarrassing. It's a call for help, Starscream will heard by the stars themselves.
The humans continues shouting, trying to get control of there prey when something suddenly changes. A cold wind swipes in over the desert, at first Starscream believes it to be night, but he soon realise the sun is still shining hotly against his wings, it is only the wind that is cold.
The humans shouting turns to screams as Starscream tries harder to escape his bindings, not wanting to be around for whatever is approaching. No, it's already here. Starscream can feel it, hear it from the sounds the humans make.
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closed starter for @frostbittenfemme !
Carefully, she stepped out, now standing by the trainstop as the strong gush of departing vehicle brushed her wings. It all felt... surreal. Just being outside while others were starting their early dance class. It was hard to comprehend or believe... or was it just, hard to accept?
She felt like aged femme, having to take her time wih things, since each time she had to put pressure over the injured leg it felt awful - putting her off balance. But she wasn't sure which hurt more. The injury... or her pride. Just a day ago, she had looked forward to grand role.
And then... she jumped, and fell.
And the worst ahead. The examination, potential procedure or even adjustment... letting someone get so close and potentially cause discomfort. She still, hadn't gotten over it. Idea terrified her. And each step took her closer to the inevitable. Should she desire to see the stage again.
Last night, she hadn't recharged a bit. She had made plenty of research about Iacon based clinics. Private. The company income and support granted that chance. She at least could take control and make a decision herself, instead of waiting in the lobby to meet... who knows who.
One had indeed caught the dancer's eye. A femme, and aspecialist of trauma type of injuries, even from challenging sorts. Her case should be a piece of cake then, right? For sure someone like her knew how to deal with small stretches and loose bolts, right? Arcee still refused to believe it would be anything worse.
She stops before entrance, as if invisible wall was stopping her from pressing the button. Wings tensed up,and she could clearly feel her spark beat. Then, she hesitatingly presses the bell with a shaking digit.
"...Hello. I... came for an appointment... I'm Arcee..."
#frostbittenfemme#✾ — IC#✾ — LENGTH#✾ — V. PRE-WAR#|| tagged that one starting drabble there in the text#|| how this all came to be!#|| have a difficult patient :'D
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Vortex's rotors give an annoyed twitch as he comes to a stop. It was best if he walked away as he's too frustrated to explain, but the femme won't give him that and he knows it.
He jerks his servo away after turning to look down at the doctor and his visor glares. "Maybe it's because you wanted help from a combiner team the whole time. I mean you did know who I was when you first met me and who I'm affiliated with." He claims in an irritated tone.
"It's not the first time, and it won't be the last that someone uses me to get what they want. Especially when it comes to the others. If you needed a weapon of mass destruction you could have just asked anyone else. Regardless of the timing with Bruticus, we would have fixed it without you."
Onslaught's comment is one she can relate to. It seems she may have more in common with the commander than she realised. And with the demolition completed she's about to get a whole lot busier.
Tex's tone doesn't sit right with the medic and that timidness melts away. She would have thought he'd of been a bit more receptive considering what she'd just heard from the other members of the gestalt. "Worked out for us." Wild corrects. Little does the Combaticon know that he will soon benefit from this collaborative act a lot more.
Granted yes Bruticus did the majority of the work but that wasn't the point. She thought that with Bruticus' urge for destruction and violence sated it would have been enough to unsour the copter's mood and yet here he is still cold.
Unwilling to let him leave just yet Wild grabs his servo, pulling him back to face her. "Surely this fixes your problem? So why are you still upset?" The femme glares up at Vortex. "And don't bother giving me an excuse. I wasn't forged yesterday I can see something is up."
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Vortex is always full of surprises. A good example is sending a wounded mech with a message to the medic, making sure it went to her wards, about the location of their next date. There is a knife impaled deeply into the chest and when it gets removed she'll be able to see coordinates engraved into the shaft with Vortex's name and a heart beside it.
The coordinates lead to the Combaticon home outside of Kaon where Vortex prepares the dungeon while waiting for her arrival. It took him some time to find the person he was looking for, and when he finally did he figured to let the femme in on the fun since she helped him when they got kidnapped.
With him busy, Brawl is the one who answers the door after getting the notification that someone is there. However, he is lost when he opens the entrance only to find no one there. The tank looks around expecting to see the visitor, or perhaps some prankster thinking he won't get blasted back to the city.
The Combaticon is about to step back inside to close the door before he hears someone, a very tiny someone, and stops.
"Uh... hello?"
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📐 + 14.5ft!
Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! // Not Accepting // @frostbittenfemme
Darkfang vc: "Enjoy the view, tiny~"
#frostbittenfemme#My Art~#Darkfang~Main#Pics~Darkfang#//Smoll. dsljnkfjk#//love dem height differences xD
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🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU
💖 I love you, mun!
🤩💖🤩🤩💖💖 RIght back at you Wildd!!
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Oh boy 6/5 smooching time! (Last one~)
First Chicken 2, now Alpha 2. Seemed like he really needed to hunt down somemech for whatever caused them to act the way they are now.
For now, before she even dared to lift a digit over some testing or whatever, he captured both of her servos first.
Engulfed, but safe within his larger servos. Even his optics as red as they were, were calm enough to let her know that.
She was safe. She'd be alright cause he's here.
If that wouldn't convince her enough, maybe when he bowed his helm to capture her lips it would.
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::I'm sorry to hear that, sounds like a high stress job- you wouldn't be a medic, would you?::
::I merely ask because there's no point in making anything if you can't at least have a little time to yourself to refuel, is there no way you can have an allotted timeframe in the day where you can have say, twenty minutes uninterrupted time to yourself?::
:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::
::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::
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Cute lil sketch comm for @shiningsilverarmor and @frostbittenfemme 🥰
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