#copterbotblades

Well... they tried. Though it does crack Sierra up that these two somehow made the exact same guesses for her last name, her dad's job, and where she lives.

Who would've thought that one misunderstanding could get them into such a mess?

The team had been sent to look for a couple of campers who'd supposedly gotten lost in one of the largest primeval forests of Griffin Rock. The news about approaching storm that was dangerously strong had pressured the team to act fast.

However, after the team had dispersed, Chief Burns had let them know that the caller had contacted him again. The group of campers they'd been looking for had left the forest already and had just reached a hotel – they'd failed to inform the caller about their change of plans sooner due to an empty phone battery.

Just as the team was about to gather up again, the storm hit. And the news had not exaggerated its size.

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Flicker wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious. But when he came to, he noticed that his whole frame hurt. Bad. He quickly realized that a tree had fallen on him.

It felt like an eternity, but finally the small mech was able to dig his way out from under the tree trunk. The heavy rain and fierce wind made it difficult to look around. He started to limp forward, proceeding from tree to tree, leaning against each one for support for a moment before continuing.

Suddenly Flicker noticed a distinct, dark shape in distance. A cave? He started to make his way slowly towards it. Just as he reached the entrance, he collapsed to the ground, exhaustion and pain weighing down his frame.

Helping out at Doc Greene’s lab usually meant standing in the background and bracing something heavy so Doc didn’t have to waste time with a bunch of equipment.

Today though, Doc was mixing different chemical compounds with dust from a meteorite and recording the effects. Heatwave was on hand just in case something caught fire and Blades was there for medical support.

Okay. So. The thing is, pretty much all my RP blogs, past and present, are using characters from fan fiction I have or plan to write. And buddy, I write a lot of fic.

Including one project, several years ago, that featured a TFP Shattered Glass AU, wherein Shockwave's attempt to clone additional predacons got interrupted, and the Decepticons ended up with a handful of baby preds to look after, rather than fully grown and formidable reinforcements.

That version of Predaking delighted in being a big brother to his tiny gremlin siblings.

@copterbotblades asked: “Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

high pain tolerance starters

Prowl isn't entirely sure what happened. First he was looking down Blitzwing, ready to send out a decoy.. than he was suddenly horizontal. He's not sure he's in pain, really, it feels rather distant, but— no, wait, there it is, along with a curiously slick feeling under his palm when he presses his servo to his abdomen. That isn't good.

But no, here's Blades, and he knows Blades, trusts his capability. Which he thinks he should be able to do, considering, well.. Rescue Bot.

"Blades," the ninjabot blinks away confusion, trying to push himself up and stopping when it hurts too much. Meditation hasn't prepped him for this. "I don't..." he's lost for words, his mouth is dry. He presses his servo a little tighter despite the burn.

NOOOO D:

HEY

hey wait, Blades, don’t give me that sad look!!