#jolly wrenches

[pirozhok-artist]

I smelled autumn and future October, horrors and ghosts. So, I remembered one old artwork. It's kinda Gothic I guess

[flying-machine07]

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

Ice:

Bravo:

Ice:

Bravo:

Echo:

Goose:

Echo:

Goose:

Ice, opening his mouth: So-

Echo, interrupting: Does anyone have m&ms I can borrow?

Ice:

Bravo:

Goose: He's not so much like me after all

[samcat71470558]

Sick day

A short story about Dwight getting sick, based on this post by @the-great-old-grump (sorry if u didn't wanna be tagged) :3 (there's also my headcanons and those are here :33)

1275 words under the cut, enjoy <3

Echo snapped awake, flaps wiggling nervously. He didn't know what shook him out of his sleep, but he feels his pistons pumping harder than normal. Everything seems quiet, the sounds of Dwight's breath and engine rumbling through Echo's little hangar/quarters. He sighs softly, listening to the steady beat of Dwight's pistons. It's a sound he grew quite fond of over the few weeks he was stuck in his room, after... what happened... He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing down the mental image of Delta's drowning face. C'mon, Echo... Focus... count his pistons... One... two... three...

As Echo started counting the beats of Dwight's engines, he slowly calmed down from the panic threatening to overtake him. And that's when he noticed it. Dwight's breaths getting lower, harsher. His pistons pump a little harder than normal. Maybe there's rough sea? He'd have to ask tomorrow...

⫷▣⫸

The next morning, Dwight woke up with a loud yawn and a splash of water flooding over the deck. He always did that to help him wake up, but he hadn't expected his crew to scream and run. "Dwight! What on Earth are you doing?!"

His captain, a forklift called August, snapped him out of his confusion.

"You shoulda' been awake for an hour! There's no place for lazy asses in the Navy, damnit, and you know that! Now, get on with it! We've gotta get two in the air stat!"

Dwight couldn't answer, instead sighing with a "aye, cap'n." before activating his catapults so the deck crew can start loading them up. His head feels weird, the sun stinging his eyes painfully. Despite that, he keeps a stoic expression plastered on his features, and moves on with the day.

⫷▣⫸

By the time his crew's asleep, Dwight's head feels like it's filled with angry choppers. A throbbing pain that doesn't go away, whatever he does. He can't sleep either, because his hull feels cold. Or hot? He doesn't know, it fluctuates between them constantly. He sighs softly, engine rumbling a little faster than normal despite going the same speed as usual.

"...'S nothin'..."

He mutters softly, before closing his eyes to rest a little.

⫷▣⫸

He wakes up in a cold sweat, his entire body aching. What the hell is ging on... He shudders, squeezing his eyes shut for a second after making sure no one's on the deck yet. It hurts...

He stays awake until the crew comes out, doing his tasks a little slower than normal. Talking hurts, his voice a little hoarser than normal, but hey, who cares. He probably swallowed a bit too much sea water in his sleep again. Up until he has to call the ball for the jets, he's doing fine. Sure, he coughed a few times, but it's probably just a little wave going into his mouth again.

It's only when a few crewmembers enter the tower that they realise something's wrong. It's hot in there, like his heating's completely through the roof. And his instruments and readings show problems with his engines and tanks, and basically every single part of him. Dwight swallows softly, but doesn't admit anything when they ask him about it. After all, he doesn't feel that bad, right?

...Right..?

Wrong.

That night, when his crew is all asleep, Dwight wakes up with a painful jab in his head. It feels like he's getting shot all over, his eyes bleary and unfocussed as he tries to see what's attacking him. He can't see anything...

"Alarm! E-everyone to their posts, w-we're under attack!"

His voice cracks weirdly, and he lets out a choked noise. There's a ring in his ears, drowning out the sounds of potential gunshots. Why isn't anyone here to protect him? He's blinded, for Pete's sake!

"...M-mayday..!"

He coughs, gritting his teeth. he looks around, activating his canons and shooting a few rounds into the air. He hits nothing, obviously, and the pain only gets worse.

"August!"

⫷▣⫸

Everyone's worried. Stoic, no-nonsense Dwight is shivering with a thick grimace plastered over his features, eyes squeezed shut. Some brave volunteers went down on ropes to stuff a few painkillers into his mouth, but they don't seem to help. Dwight's miserable, teeth clattering as a little club of forklifts checks his engines on damage. They find nothing, and neither do the ones inspecting his electrical systems.

They all woke up from Dwight's pleas for help, rushing out at the sound of his canons going off. He didn't sound scared, more... desperate for help. He'd been shaky, certain something was shooting at his hull. There were no dents, no scratches, nothing, but he insisted he was hit. That was the first red flag. The night that followed was the second.

The highest ranking officers had taken turns to keep Dwight company, feeling him tremble with fever under their wheels as they talked to him. The entire fleet swarmed around him, the smaller boats pressed against his hull to keep him warm. He was delirious, not crying but he sounded pretty close to it. When the sun came up he whimpered. He whimpered from the pain as the light hit his sensitive eyes, and his crew got more worried. That's the moment August realised his ship was sick.

Now, Bravo and Echo are getting ready to use the catapult, the loud blasts of their engines drawing a shuddering breath from Dwight's mouth. The pain in his head is getting worse, the high tone in the jets' engines striking him right where it's worst. His tanks churn, and he shudders.

Bravo's shot off, flying off the deck with a loud "WOOHOO!". Dwight squeezes his eyes shut, tanks lurching. Is that nausea? Is he gonna throw up? Can he even throw up? What'll ha-

"...H-hh... hu-uhg... ughu-URK-"

A wave of oil splashes into the waves, and Dwight's eyes snap open. His breathing's raspy, engines hammering in his ears. A second wave comes out, leaving him panting. Echo immediately gets off the catapult, shutting off his engines and rolling back.

"...That's... not good."

Bravo lands again, skidding to a stop next to Echo. Deck crew come rushing out, a few choppers quickly swooping down to stop the oil from spreading too much. The noise is enough to draw a laboured whimper from Dwight's trembling lips, warning lights flickering in his cabin right before he passes out from exhaustion and pain.

⫷▣⫸

Dwight opens his eyes with a soft groan, the pain finally subsiding a little. He shudders a little, then focusses on the soft pats against the side of his head. It's August, smiling softly.

"...There you are... You know the Jolly Wrenches motto, right, Dwight?"

Dwight lets out a soft noise, throat still raw.

"...Yeah... V-volo pro- p-pro veritas, I f-fly for truth..."

August nods, stopping his soft pats. It's quiet for a bit, the only sounds the jets quietly chatting with each other on Dwight's deck. Finally the forklift speaks again.

"...You shouldn't lie about illness, Dwight. We're both grown men here, you should know hiding injuries is a major violation in the Navy."

Dwight's eyelids droop, glancing away.

"...Yes, sir... I know, sir..."

August sighs, and starts patting again.

"...Stupid idiot..."

The last part didn't reach the carrier's ears, as he'd already fallen asleep again.

⫷▣⫸

This time when he woke up, he felt better. His body didn't ache, his engines ran normally, and his head didn't throb when he opened his eyes fully while in the sun.

"Hm-hmm... Much better."

He threw a wave water over his deck, and started activating his systems. The jets smiled up at him as they got up to the deck, the other crew cheering softly.

And Dwight? He held a small, stoic smile, ready to start working another day.

[spottylightning]

I love these two so much

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Just gonna leave this here....Could you imagine Jolly's surprise of you taking charge one night....You had a shit day at work and need a release but not in the usual manner where he fucks it out of you...no no this time you want control....Pushing him onto the couch or chair (or bed if you get that far) or any possible surface and just taking what you need? Edging him with sloppy head to make him whimper and fidget? Riding him until he's screaming YOUR name for a change???? Marking him up with your own love bites and bruises until you can't move anymore...

I feel like the man would be so into it every once in a while to just let you take what you need....

I may choose to continue this thot later

[kornblume814]

[fclm-huntertruman]

💙Charlie Lopez💙

Yes, another Lopez, as I told you before, the Lopez family is very long 😁😄❤️

This is one of my old OCs which I had not drawn for a while

A little about him:Funny, sincere, loyal... Sometimes he can be serious or reserved

Family

Emily Lopez

Nick Lopez

Richard Lopez

And more...

Squadron: The Blue Diamonds. On other occasions, Jolly Wrenches

Abilities: He has powers like his cousin and his cousin...

Friends: Victor, Bravo, Echo and others...

Model: F-18 Hornet (Hornet (wolf)/Harrier hybrid)

There are a lot of things, but for now I will only tell you this

PS: I forgot to draw the helmet logo, which was a wolf's head 😅

Charlie & Art © FCLM-HunterTruman

[boeingboingboing]

Skipper is only awarded the Purple heart award, and I kinda feel that's unfair?? Like come on if he's an ace he's performed in combat which he must've been awarded for. LIKE LITERALLY ANY OTHER BADGE. AND he shouldve been given more missions if he's a top instructor, because he was with his trainees in Glendal Canal, and would've done lot more missions if they were counted like that.

He's the deutergonist.... Did y'all not think anything through for my bb.

[d3c4ying-org4ns]

Dusty Crophopper

rewatched planes recently and I love how dusty was casually racing with a US Navy insignia on him like it was nothing and what made it funnier is that nobody seemed to notice. I think the Jolly Wrenches might have noticed but maybe not idk.

Also can we take a moment to admire the fact he's now an honorary Jolly Wrench and they let him keep the insignia after the fixed his antenna

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

confession time guys so you know how bravo and Echo are based off Iceman and goose right so well I found that put before I watched top gun and I went on AO3 and tried to search for Iceman/goose fanfiction 💀💀💀

did not yield any results

[samcat71470558]

Delta! He's coming together y'all!!! (Sorry for shit quality photo 💀)

As you can see, he's Maverick in Planes. You probably don't know why I did this, so you can read here the reasons for Delta's existence.

[spottylightning]

Did this about two years ago. I haven't drawn these two Hornets in quite some time, and I really needed to get back into drawing living machines, especially of the one who started this whole thing off. I posted my first artwork of Lily in late November of 2017; it's been a while since then and she's certainly changed a bit.

Sorry Disney, you're not getting your plane man back anytime soon. And by sometime soon I mean never, because Lily isn't going to let go easily.

[snonkerdoodlewritesstuff]

Question, what are your headcanons for Echo? If you have any?

i mean i don't have very many...but i do believe he struggles with his self-worth. bravo helps him a lot with it. i think he also feels lost sometimes...i'll flesh these out more when i write him more

and also just a side note but can i just appreciate the inclusion of your oc harpy? you're literally proving right there that men can and will get abused too, which is such a powerful message for me especially cuz i don't see it much. and i have a question for you: would you be okay if i wrote something about echo and harpy together? if you don't i'm completely okay with it. it's just that that resonates with me really deeply.

and in my au plane omens he used to be an angel--specifically, a Virtue--Echael (the Starmaker) before he joined Lucifer during the Great War and due to the impact of the Fall Echael's essence split into two parts, leaving behind Crowley the demon who was aware of everything that had happened, and Echo the Fallen, Faded angel who doesn't remember anything

[alonathetransportfan]

Looks like I need to remember more forgotten fandoms. So this time it's Disney Planes.

I love ships as much as trains and planes, so... Yeah, a background character that doesn't say a word might be my favorite, especially if it's an aircraft carrier.

So here I have a human ver of Admiral Dwight D. Flysenhower. Enjoy