hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

I'm bored so I'm gonna do an ask game

Ask game: Amica, Conjunx, Deactivate

Aka: Friend, Marry, Kill. The transformers version.

‘Maybe four.’

First Aid’s spark clenches miserably. “Blaze, it’s — I’m not telling you change yourself. I’m not even telling you to stop…” Aid helplessly gestures to the workbench and the guns, “any of this.” He glances up, finally, only to catch Blaze’s glare and immediately look back down.

First Aid hadn’t meant this to be a confrontation. Bringing it up at all was probably a mistake, but again… he’d had that Primusforsaken need to just know. And look where that had got him.

He’s a comet, he tries to remind himself. A comet that orbits many other suns.“You can have your secrets,” he says softly, “your adventures, your flirting with danger. I just… you can also come to me if you ever need anything. Please. Just don’t feel like you have to hide things from me because you think I won’t lo— won’t like you anymore.”

Ah.

Blaze doesn't realize how direct and downright intimidating he is, until he sees First Aid's reaction. Blaze has roughened edges all around him, this is simply how he retorts when confronted with something that shouldn't bother him.

And yet, it does. He didn't mean to.

"Aid." He abandons his desk and closes the distance. He leans against the wall, servos on his hips. For First Aid's sake, he averts his gaze.

"This has nothing to do with you. It's me, and I'm a mech of impulse driven to do extremely stupid things that can get me killed. Simply said: I can seek help all I want, I can think of it — I just don't have that will in me to admit it out loud."

And boy, did it hurt to admit his fatal flaw.

First Aid makes a small noise, something like a laugh but absurd and pained. “I suppose I can’t judge.” He doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to asking for help, either.

He doesn’t look up, but he makes his way forward until he’s close enough to — slowly, deliberately, like Blaze is a wild mechanimal that will bolt at any sudden movement — rest the crest of his helm against Blaze’s chestplates.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Well you’re not a copter. Explain that.

[crosses his arms and turns away, face flushed] “Cheese grater.” I can’t believe-

Ah. [he holds up a finger] But I'm not an anything anymore. Haven't been for a while. I might have ambulance kibble but I'm -- I'm like -- I have a Schrodinger's altmode.

Wait, no. Even better: I'm the sticky glue holding this flier harem together.

[spins back around] “Flier Harem???”

[takes the hand in his] Oh I see. I get it now. Youre just teasing to hide your own excitement.

[he’s grinning like the dreadful little menace he is]

Am I not allowed to be excited at the prospect of my husband and my — [he almost says ‘boyfriend’, but again, he’s still not sure what he and Vortex are right now] — my oldest, dearest friend getting along?

[he just gives him a look. The Look.]

“Getting along.” “””Getting along.”””

Mm-hmm! [he leans up to drape his arms around Brainstorm’s shoulders] ‘Getting along’. At the very least, anyway.

“There’s been rumours floating around on The Big Conversation.” Rumours that First Aid has already gone and fact-checked, because he couldn’t help himself; he had to know. “A mech with red horns providing back-up muscle for some high-profile robberies. Several hits put out with very large bounties.”

First Aid doesn’t look up, running the tips of this fingers across the edges of his thumbs over and over again. “You know you can tell me things like that. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

"They're rumors for a reason." He organizes a few things on the workbench absent-mindedly, thinking of a proper response.

First Aid would find out eventually. It's better to be up-front with him than to deal with more questions later.

"It was only two." He furrows his optic ridges, remembering more robberies. "Or three. Maybe four."

Unlike First Aid, Blaze shoots over his glare right at the other. "Boredom in combination with my personality is a dangerous thing. I am bored and Primus, damn it, action is what gets me going."

‘Maybe four.’

First Aid’s spark clenches miserably. “Blaze, it’s — I’m not telling you change yourself. I’m not even telling you to stop…” Aid helplessly gestures to the workbench and the guns, “any of this.” He glances up, finally, only to catch Blaze’s glare and immediately look back down.

First Aid hadn’t meant this to be a confrontation. Bringing it up at all was probably a mistake, but again… he’d had that Primusforsaken need to just know. And look where that had got him.

He’s a comet, he tries to remind himself. A comet that orbits many other suns.“You can have your secrets,” he says softly, “your adventures, your flirting with danger. I just… you can also come to me if you ever need anything. Please. Just don’t feel like you have to hide things from me because you think I won’t lo— won’t like you anymore.”

Well you’re not a copter. Explain that.

[crosses his arms and turns away, face flushed] “Cheese grater.” I can’t believe-

Ah. [he holds up a finger] But I'm not an anything anymore. Haven't been for a while. I might have ambulance kibble but I'm -- I'm like -- I have a Schrodinger's altmode.

Wait, no. Even better: I'm the sticky glue holding this flier harem together.

[spins back around] “Flier Harem???”

[takes the hand in his] Oh I see. I get it now. Youre just teasing to hide your own excitement.

[he’s grinning like the dreadful little menace he is]

Am I not allowed to be excited at the prospect of my husband and my — [he almost says ‘boyfriend’, but again, he’s still not sure what he and Vortex are right now] — my oldest, dearest friend getting along?

i honestly think that if Tarn had ever captured First Aid and Ambulon together that the minute it was certain there was no escape Aid would have straight-up killed Amb first chance he got, to save him from whatever the DJD had planned

Made this based off a conversation with @cmofirstaid <3