Tag: Dratchet

Party Crush | Dratchet Roleplay #2

SELF INDULGENT CAUSE I CAN AND I’M BORED AS SHIT AND I REALLY WANTED TO DO SOMETHING WITH TWAIMZ’S CRUSH SONG AND IT’S CINCO DE MAYO AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT CAUSE I’M A B.A.B.

THIS IS TOTALLY A CRACK ASS ROLEPLAY FOR FUN THAT CAN TOTALLY GO FROM PG-13 TO R (IF YA’LL WANT) I AM SO STRAIGHT FOR DRIFT’S THIGHS LIKE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

(To clarify, I’d be playing Drift, and you, Ratchet.)

He didn’t want  to be here. He didn’t like how loud these parties got, but he went anyway. Why? Because Rodimus was his best friend, that and he was curious to see if Ratchet actually showed up. Rodimus had pestered the medic to take a break and party, but he had gotten himself and Drift thrown out of the medbay.

Drift sighed and sipped on a very watered down glass of energex. He was bored out of his dammed mind while Rodimus was off doing Primus knows what. “Drift, can you please come to the karaoke stage!!” A voice practically screeched over the bar’s intercom. Heads turned and stared at the hunched over SIC. He let out a long sigh as he got up and shuffled his way to the stag and up the stairs. “Yes Rodimus?” he grumbled. His friend grinned and batted his eyes. “Can you to ‘the song’~? The crew wants to hear it~” he cooed.

Drift’s cheeks heated up before he rubbed his face. “Fine…but you fragging owe me big time…” he grumbled before Rodimus fist pumped and gave a thumbs up to Blaster as he rushed off the small stage. Drift flipped him a not so nice gesture before the music started. Drift had a bored look on his face before he slowly smirked as every bot in the room looked confused.

The swordmech’s smirk widened before the music got to the starting spot. “Hush, hush, hush. Blush, blush, blush. You are now my big fat crush!” he started, doing little dramatic poses that made some bots look baffled. “I’m single as I can be. you’re single, perfect for me. I’m gonna give you a bunch of reasons why you should date me.” he continued, thot-dropping that made the rest of the bots whistle. (Cause Drift’s thighs are amazing). Drift did suggestive poses and dance moves while he was on the stage. “Reason number one – I’m super hot, reason number two – he’s super not, reason number three – I’m all you got and all you got is someone hot”

Ratchet (you) watched in baffled awe as he stood in the bar’s door way. Was that fragging Drift? Singing really well? And dancing?  He must’ve inhaled too much medical cleanser or something. He watched as he stumbled his way to his table where Ambulon and First Aid were. He was captivated by those curvy hips and thighs. Holy shit those thighs. “Boy check my resume. You want a background check, okay. First name hot, and last name bitch. Wanna get with me? Now that’s the sitch. You think I’m trash? Hell no, I’m class and I got a big fat ass.” Drift sassed as he turned away from the crowd and thot-dropped again, showing off his curves and how flexible he was. Ratchet choked on his drink that made Ambulon laugh knowingly. The older medic’s faceplates were a dark pink.

“Please date me because I’m single! S-I-N-G-L-E. Love me and hug me, and touch me and, well, fuck me!” Drift finished, striking a final pose with his fingers in a v-shape in front of his intake with his glossa out while the music stopped. It was silent for a click before everyone cheered. Drift looked smug as all hell as he made his way off the stage, swaying his hips. “Damn that felt good. I feel a lot better.” he hummed as approached Rodimus. The captain looked in awe as he laughed. “I’m sure you do man!” he said, patting his shoulder. Drift’s smirk never left as stalked towards the medics’ table, making Ambulon and First Aid snicker and dart off, leaving Ratchet to his own devices. Drift’s smirk faded into a kind smile, as if he hadn’t been dirty dancing.

Drift sat beside Ratchet with a hum. “Hey Ratchet. How are you tonight?” he chirped.

How does Ratchet react, or say?  

(I am not fucking sorry for this.)

Behind the Mask | Dratchet Roleplay (Anyone is free to join!)

SELF INDULGENT CAUSE I CAN AND I’M IN AN ANGSTY MOOD
(To clarify, I’d be playing Drift, and you, Ratchet.)

It’d been a long time Drift had really felt  anything, especially after Wing had died. Drift was a closed book, wearing a kabuki mask of happiness so those around him wouldn’t worry. Not like they’d care, he would often think. It sounded absurd to him, someone actually worrying about one of Megatron’s greatest killers? He beg to differ. He remembered clearly how the others treated him when he was ‘exiled’. He knew how they felt about him.

Now, Drift didn’t drink, but tonight he needed something to distract him from his self loathing. Everyone found it concerning and odd that Drift shot down a strong glass of enegex, making his head fuzzy quite quickly. In the span of 20 minutes, he was wasted. He was face down against the bar, giggling to himself over nothing. More time passed and many of the others tried sobering up Drift but somehow he managed to get his servos on more energex. Primus was he going to hate himself even more tomorrow for the hell of a hangover.

Eventually, it got bad enough that Rodimus called Ratchet down. And when he got there, he did not expect to see what he did. Drift was wrestling on the floor with Whirl, who had teased him, and Drift reacted violently, and was drunkenly yelling at the one-otpiced mech. Ratchet was frozen, unsure what to do. He’d never seen the swordsmech like this before.

(If you’d like to rp this, please PM me a reply to this scenario. You can even message me on Discord at Eclipse_MTMTE#9691 or at Sparkswritesfanfics on Deviantart, or even email me at bluedinogaming188@gmail.com)

iopele:

okay so I was chatting with @viisivarvaslaiskiainen and @mangoshota and I tried to plug in my computer but my power cord and phone cord and tablet cord were all tangled up and long story short, this happened and they made me post it and it’s all their fault… barely-edited and somewhat silly Dratchet thing c/p’d from skype chat under the cut (and I’ll tag @rayearthmagic too cuz I know you want this in your life uh huh)

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SOME GOOD DRATCHET INTERFACING RIGHT HERE MHMHMMHMHM

Which Half of your OTP

random-animezing:

  • starts the coffee or tea in the morning
  • leaves socks or other random clothing items laying around
  • takes long baths (or the longest, if both do)
  • stays up late working on something
  • has better fashion sense
  • reads more
  • works out more
  • sleeps in on weekends
  • introduced the other to their parents first
  • is more protective
  • is more likely to flirt when they’re alone
  • falls asleep on the couch
  • is the better driver 
  • plans date night most often 
  • prefers stay-in dates 

(Heather asked me to do this when she saw it *sighhhhh* I guess I’m doing Dratchet [Drift/Ratchet] )

1. Drift, he gets up early to meditate so he makes Ratchet the Cybertronian equivalent of coffee while he’s at it.
2. Ratchet, when he gets back to their lab late and doesn’t have time to be organized cause he’s tired.
3. Both do, but out of the two, Drift. He’s never had such a luxury before so he wants to savor it.
4. Ratchet, he’s usually up doing paperwork and whatnot. 
5. Neither, both are old and aren’t kept up with the kids these days.
6. Ratchet, he usually reads a good novella while he and Drift cuddle in berth.
7. Drift, he’s always practicing his sword techniques.
8. Both. They try to get as much recharge as they can before they have to go back to work. Weekends are mostly spent cuddling, making out, or sweet/fluffy interfacing.
9. Neither. They don’t have parents.
10. Both, but Drift mostly. Drift has a mech who loves him for who he is, he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
11. Ratchet, he doesn’t do PDA but when the two are alone, it gets heated.
12. Drift, he usually falls asleep there while watching for Ratchet to get off his shift.
12. Ratchet, I feel he’d be more careful than Drift.
13. Drift, he loves to spoil Ratchet
14. Both, they want each other for themselves without anyone else around. Both are fine with a holo-vid, highgrade, and romantic interfacing (not necessarily in that order).