#mobile bulkhead

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Škoda Pick-up Fun Concept, 1992 & Škoda Felicia Fun, 1996. The Fun Concept was based on the Favorit, the last Škoda developed while the company was still state owned but the concept of a pick-up with a mobile bulkhead was carried forward when VW took over the company from Czech government. The Felicia Fun could seat 4 with a compact rear deck or 2 with a longer tray. They made 4016 all of which left the factory in yellow

[noodleblade]

Headcanon: Breakdown and Bulkhead were friends or at the very least friendly, but when tensions started rising BD considered it betrayal that BH would simply go with the autobots just like that, instead of fighting in favor of the lower castes (not necessarily as a decepticon)

I think they were friends. Or at least I prescribe to that headcanon.

And I think it was a betrayal on both sides. Bulkhead could wrap his head around WHY Breakdown would go along with Megatron and his beliefs and Breakdown couldn’t understand why Bulkhead just doesn’t understand his point. I think that bitterness fueled hatred into a rivalry of “well, if you can’t understand what I’m saying, maybe my fists will explain it better” which obvious doesn’t work. I think there is still hurt there, I think both of them wish things could be different but are too set in their own beliefs to ever be the one to cross that bridge.

[lets-try-some-writing]

jack, miko and raf cracking their bones around the bots without thinking much about it. sometimes its quiet enough to go unnoticed, but other times it’s so loud that it echoes throughout the base. this amuses the teens. this stresses out the bots.

Oh gosh.

Ratchet wants to gag every. single. time. Cracking like that is not normal for any Cybertronian unless they have serious issues with either transformation or mobility. Hearing it in the humans gives him images of spinal struts being shattered and other essentially components breaking on the battlefield. He doesn't mind the quieter pops, he can handle those with a grimace. But the loud ones in short succession have caused him to almost purge on occasion simply because he gets horrifying images of the squishy parts of the humans squelching to produce the sound. He knows it's an irrational thing to be so upset about, but squishes as a whole do not make him comfortable.

Bulkhead tries hard to not jump every single time one of the kids pop their knuckles. He almost lost his scrap when Rafael cracked his back after sitting at his computer for too long. He briefly worried the child had broken his spine. Even after confirming that everything was fine, he still has not gotten over the stress of the popping. He almost screamed when Miko did a backbend and cracked her entire upper back. Wheeljack was not much better at first and grimaced, worrying if he needed to run to a medic or hide a body.

Smokescreen has not and never will get used to the popping. He flees the room as soon as any popping sound is made. It reminds him too much of blaster fire. Bumblebee just thinks its gross. He's not worried all that much since the kids are like jello. However his door wings tend to dip or stiffen up when the kids walk by popping their knuckles.

Arcee just grimaces when the kids do the popping. However secretly she has made a few attempts to see if she can do it too. There must be a reason for it after all.

Optimus likes to check the children's hands after their attempts to bother him. He is always on edge when they pop their fingers even though it has been confirmed that they are fine. He will tenderly assess their joints as much as he is able and try not to react when they go around doing the popping again. His finials give him away.

Ultra Magnus has funeral plans waiting in his room, just in case. He's not concerned, just more annoyed and unsettled than anything else. He is waiting for the day one of the kids breaks something serious and he needs to explain to June what in Primus's name happened.

[sparklingpax]

guys you know what wouldve been interesting to have....scenes of Optimus gradually getting used to his new body in s3.....

-instances like when he peered into that cave and realized he wouldn't fit so he had to transform, except it looks like even transforming to vehicle mode won't help so he just stands there looking kinda sad. feat. ratchet coming up to him to pat his arm sympathetically

-everyones so small now

-by the allspark wait the humans are small

-accidently hitting things....and people, when turning or gesturing towards stuff and like no one is upset by it at all really. he immediately apologizes and they're usually like "youre fine all good op :)" but he feels bad and tbh a bit embarrassed about it so he just. ; - ;

-realizing many times over he can't just. easily look down at stuff below him anymore because his giant boobs chestplates are in the way now....

-finding out the hard way (literally during fights) the levels of mobility he has retained and which he has not....trying to use a move he can no longer execute properly because hes so bulky now....on the flip side though, him realizing how much brute strength he can use in a fight with this new body

-having an even easier time picking up his small cranky medic bf to give him hugs. he is pleased with this development 🥰 ratchet is not

-secret and self-imposed jetpack/flight training sessions. with ratchet (and his medical kit) overseeing, because...he keeps flying at full speed into trees and cliffsides. (Imagining that what we see on screen is the result of those hours of learning to navigate flight and balance and stuff makes it more interesting to me idk)

-just occurred to me that of all of them, bulkhead has the closest physique to Optimus now, and could probably give him some useful tips and advice...stuff like how to best use that strength, balance in certain situations, navigating smaller enclosed spaces...picturing all those exchanges :))

-miko gives him a new drawing she made of him, and he stares at it every so often, as it sits next to the one she made of him all those months ago, before all this happened. smiles fondly. he's glad he's still alive to experience a moment like this :)))

[witchofthesouls]

Have Miko ever lost her squishy?

She's hyperaware of her favorite toy. The closest she comes to losing it is whenever it needs to be washed since Miko drags that thing everywhere.

The mechs had learned the hard way to completely buckle her in with a swarm of seatbeats to limit her mobility. Otherwise, she'll be jumping up and down, clawing up their interiors as she explores every inch to escape to fetch her squishmallow.

Arcee had witnessed the impressive sight of Miko rattling inside Bulkhead so hard that the armored vehicle was bouncing on his wheels.

(The only mech she doesn't attempt to claw up is Optimus. Not only does he have extensive room for her to pace and wander, but he has no issue with shaking her by the scruffbar with his seatbelts like a naughty kitten with resounding firm 'no' with his own field. Not enough to completely overwhelm her, but to make a point that she can't carve his sensitive components.)

If the Autobots had an industrial sized washer and dryer at their base, Miko would have planted herself right at the windows to watch it. Only leaving to grab the closest 'bot, climbing all over their frames and insistently tugging EM fields to change the washer to dryer and dryer to Miko's little servos.

And if the Autobots had laundry facilities, they would need to sparkling proof it with so many locks and perimeter sensors. Miko would try to tumble inside a washer cycle, and Raf would try to snack on the machines' exposed cables and the detergent.

[in1-nutshell]

The second part of the previous post is here!

Megatron finding out the Batmobile Buddy is still active

SFW, Platonic, mention of injury but brief, Romantic, Cybertronain reader

Another Decepticon attack hit Detroit at night.

Buddy and Prowl were set to try and flank some of the air born Cons while the other made sure the civilians were safe and fought on the ground.

The Cons thought that Prowl was being extra fast this time around.

Or even found a cloning machine.

That was until Starscream realized who it was.

Buddy on top of Starscream’s alt mode

“Hey Screamer! Long time no see!”--Buddy

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! SHE’S BACK! SHE’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!”--Starscream

Starscrem tries to fly away but Buddy uses her grappling hook to catch him in the air.

She is now sitting on Starscream moving him in the direction she wants.

“What’s wrong Starscream! Aren’t you happy to see me?!”--Buddy

“GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!”--Starscream

Buddy saw Ratchet getting cornered by Blitzwing and drove Starscream into his back.

Blitzwing was about to yell at him when he also noticed the familiar bot. He quickly transformed and flew off with Starscream behind him.

Buddy quickly grabbed Ratchet’s servo trying to lead him away from the fight.

Not before someone rammed into Buddy’s side making her let go of his servo.

She crashed into a nearby building.

Buddy opened her optics to see a giant sword coming towards her.

She quickly moved out of the way to be face to face with Megatron himself.

Buddy quickly dodges most of his attacks.

She could also briefly see his optics.

They were set ablaze.

Buddy narrowly avoiding a punch.

“I thought you had gone down with your ship!”--Megatron

Buddy shoots her tasers at Megatron.

“I live to disappoint others don’t I!”--Buddy

“This time I will personally make sure you are properly offline!”--Megatron

He grabbed Buddy by her throat and flew up high in the clouds.

Buddy managed to kick him straight in the chin making him drop her.

She activated her jet pack (because bat mobile stuff) trying to slow her descent down a bit.

Something hit her back causing her to spin out of control and land harshly in a pile of scrap metal and motor oil.

Buddy knew that there was no way she was going to be able to fight Megatron in her condition now.

So, she did the next best thing.

She lowered her spark intensity and hoped that the scraps and oil would help her blend in.

Her back was killing her and her right pede but she kept quiet and hoped that the others were okay.

That Ratchet was okay.

She hated that she couldn’t do anything, but she knew she wouldn’t be any help right now.

A couple of minutes passed, and her spark began to hurt a bit.

She wasn’t going to be able to keep it low while she had all these injuries for too long.

Someone moved the scrap above her, and she froze.

Instead of gun metal grey.

She saw a familiar green helm poking out.

“Hey guys! I found her! She’s okay…ish.”--Bulkhead

“Hey Bulkhead… how’s everything?”--Buddy

Bulkhead is trying to dig Buddy out.

“The Cons left as soon as you went down. Ratchet really worried about you. Lie he was actually yelling!”--Bulkhead

“Is that so?”--Buddy

“Move it Bulkhead!”--Ratchet

Buddy was enveloped in a soft pink hue floating up.

She was set down and was just lying there on her back trying to ignore the pain as she saw Ratchet’s worried face in her view.

She tried smirking but flinched when the pain shot up again.

Sari came over and put in her key.

In a couple of seconds, Buddy injuries were fixed.

Buddy stood up with Ratchet and Optimus helping her.

Ratchet sighed a bit in relief before put his arm around her as everyone made their way back to the Plant.

Back at the plant Buddy sat on the med slab while Ratchet ran up the checkup.

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“We both know I’m okay, you can stop with the check-up.”--Buddy

Ratchet looks at her with a stern yet tried look on his face.

She makes some room on the med slab and pats it down for him to sit.

Ratchet sits next to Buddy interweaving her digits with his.

Silence.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”--Buddy

“…No…”--Ratchet

“But we’ll talk about it later, okay?”--Buddy

Ratchet leans his helm on Buddy and just sighs.

Buddy pulls him into a side hug and stays there.

Everything will sort itself out soon enough.

[weenwrites]

Cooking A Meal: Part 1

Summary - You ask one of the bots to cook you a meal, but honestly it goes about as well as you'd expect. Characters - Optimus, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Cliffjumper, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Wheeljack Content - Crack Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: This is an un-revised shitpost, not something too serious.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

He doesn't know anything about human cooking, but he tries for you. He's good at following a recipe, but he'll come to you every now and then to ask what something means or to have you try what he's made thus far and see if it's to your liking.

He tries making healthy meals that would cater to your tastes, and he's good at finding recipes for foods you definitely would like, it's just that when it comes to doing the actual cooking itself, it's executed rather poorly. He's not too bad, but honestly he might just under or overcook something and feed you some runny, rubbery scrambled eggs for example.

When it comes to presentation, he honestly doesn't do much in that area. He just puts the food on a plate or in a bowl and serves it to you with the appropriate eating utensil.

It may be a mediocre meal, but at the end of the day at least he cleans up after himself.

Ratchet

He's very precise with the measurements and he's an expert with a knife. Ratchet's real good at working with his hands, given his occupation as a doctor, and honestly he'd make a pretty good cook! That is, if he understood more about human cuisine...

He doesn't understand why some humans enjoy their eggs with runny yolks or some of their food to be under-cooked, and he doesn't want to give you salmonella or any other disease, so he'll end up overcooking the eggs. The same goes for any slab of meat you give him. Ask him to cook you a steak and he'll serve you what looks like a burnt block of leather that's so dry you can stand it up on it's side.

The presentation of the entire meal is plain and looks boring. He just serves everything to you separately in their own bowls or plates, and never on the same plate. But he says that the important thing is that you're eating something, not the way it's presented.

And at least he cleans up his own messes.

Ultra Magnus

He follows everything to a T. Each measurement he makes is precise, so he doesn't make too much or too little of anything. However, he'll make healthy meals for you to eat. A meal that has a bit of everything from the food triangle unless you're vegan or vegetarian. He'll refuse to make you anything unhealthy,

He even tries to present the food in a fancy-ish way! However, it's somewhat akin to being presented with a whole bunch of paperwork to fill out. The important stuff on the top (or in this case the healthiest stuff to eat) and the least important stuff on the bottom (the rest of the food). It may look a bit weird, and taste off, but... Eh, it's good enough.

Given his handicap and the fact he's still trying to regain full mobility with it, he may be a bit slow with things such as chopping up ingredients, seasoning meat, or any sort of thing that would be more efficient with 2 hands. Still, he's made a lot of progress, so much so that he appears to be doing things at a relatively normal pace.

And of course once he's done in the kitchen, he'll always dutifully clean up whatever dishes he used or messes he made without a single complaint.

Arcee

She sorta does better than everyone else here, but that's only because she insists that you tell her what to do and how to do it. She copies any examples you give her, and always looks to you for advice on how it should look, taste, smell, etc.. And she takes the entire "meal cooking" thing very seriously.

Though the meal may not be too delicious, the meal she makes you is very healthy and nutritious! She tries to include as many foods from the 5 different food groups as she can, and what she can't include she attempts to make up for by adding it as a side to the dish.

She's good at working with her hands, so she'd be quick at dicing vegetables with a knife. So preparing ingredients would be about a cinch. But along with being able to work quickly, she'd be good at handling things carefully. Like she'd be good at working with homemade pasta without ripping or tearing the dough, or pinching the edges of gyoza wrappers shut without puncturing holes in it.

The presentation itself is a bit lacking, but what matters is that most of the food on that plate is edible and very healthy for you! And she's the kind of person that insists that you finish everything on your plate, but not in any sort of forceful way. She'll just remind you to finish all your vegetables or something similar.

Cliffjumper

Similarly to literally everyone else on this list, he'd most likely overcook your food, but he still does a better job than most, but it depends on the meal. He's better at making soups than he would be at cooking meat. But he's a quick learner. He'd manage to closely copy whatever you'd show him about cooking.

He'd make quite a mess in the kitchen though. He'll accidentally knock the spatula off the cluttered counter as he reaches for something else, or he'll jokingly fling some flour at you in a playful manner. He even whole-heartedly thought that you could put the egg—shell and everything—in whatever it is you're making. He didn't think you needed to crack the shell because he once saw that humans could eat things with hard shells like snails or jawbreakers.

But when things start going awry, he'll come up with some unorthodox way to partly salvage the meal. Emphasis on partly salvage, because while it may be fixed, it now tastes off, or looks off, or smells off, but it's still edible. He knows nothing about presentation and honestly he just shovels whatever he's made you onto a plate and hands it over to you as is.

But even though the meal may be sub-par, it's hard to deny that it wasn't fun to make. That is unless you got upset at him for making a mess, in which that case he'll earnestly apologize and start scrubbing away at the mess.

Bulkhead

He lacks Ratchet's dexterity, so he's pretty sloppy with a knife. He might just end up accidentally grinding the ingredients to mush, or cutting them unevenly, but he's trying. The thing he's best at is kneading dough, but he thinks that all you need to do is punch it and move it around, so depending on the dough, he most likely ends up over-working it in seconds.

The food he'd make for you would lean more towards unhealthy and extremely delicious, unless you asked him to cook you a specific healthy food. Nonetheless, it would be a flavorful meal thanks to all the spices and seasonings he'd add to it.

The presentation's relatively nice! It might just make up for the fact the food looks a little mangled (unless you had him make you soup or something that's supposed to be mashed, then he's just about aced it). He'll ask you every now and then about the amount of pepper or salt he should add to the food, or to see if he added too much spice or too little... He might just end up burning a thing or two here or there, but for the most part, the food he makes for you is pretty good!

Bumblebee

He's good at making simple meals like sandwiches or mashed potatoes, but it's always a bit lacking in flavor. It's still good nonetheless, he just adds too little salt, pepper, or seasoning in general. Anything more complex than that and he'll be serving you a mess on a plate.

He's very considerate and tries to make a meal catered towards your personal tastes. If you're vegan or vegetarian, or have an allergic reaction to something, he'll try and find a recipe for something you can eat.

He tries to make the food look "cute". Like if you asked him to make you pancakes, he'd try to stack them up and make a face on them out of whipped cream, m&ms, and syrup. It may taste a bit weird, or sickeningly sweet, but the presentation's nice.

Smokescreen

He sucks at it. He cooks using the microwave instead of the stove. Once he's done with it, your microwave will smell like a dumpster fire, and you'll have to scrub away at all the splattered food that hardened into thick layers of burnt crust which is near impossible to get off. Even if you ignore it, the stench from the microwave might just seep into whatever you cook in there next, and absolutely ruin it's flavor. It's safe to say that your microwave is ruined.

The only knowledge he has of cooking is from watching Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares, but then again those shows didn't really teach him anything about cooking, they just served as entertainment. I mean the most he learned is that you should keep track of when you got ingredients, and to keep your pantry, fridge, cabinets, and kitchen clean, but that doesn't help him boil an egg.

Speaking of eggs, he tried cooking an egg in the microwave once—under the impression that the egg would boil—and much to his surprise, it exploded.

He presents the food in an... Interesting way... Honestly he just arranges it in whatever way looks cool and serves it to you with a "bon appetit".

He promises he'll clean up your microwave once he's done, but there's this stench that will always remain in there no matter what you do.

Wheeljack

He's hopeless too. Not only does he burn like 80 percent of what he's supposed to be cooking for you, but he over-seasons it too. There will be so much pepper on your food that you'll be sneezing the moment you catch a whiff.

But with a little supervision in the kitchen, he could make you something remotely edible. It may not look the part or smell the part, but it still is edible to some degree. He's very handy with a knife, and if you knew a thing or two about food science, he'd be open to listening to you talk about the glucose bonds in dough and whatnot.

If he put in a little bit of his time to do some research about food, he'd actually get a solid grasp of the bare bones of cooking. Like how long to cook meat and how to know if it's done, how to work a ball of dough, how not to overcook vegetables... Et cetera. Because it's all science-y in a way.

The presentation of the meal itself is average. He doesn't quite know how to "decorate" your food, so he just slaps it on a plate, or pours it in a bowl, or serves it in whatever fashion it should be served in, and he gives it to you.

[deadprocess]

Resurgence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Race

As both factions are alerted to the anomaly's presence, the race between the Autobots and Decepticons to secure immeasurable power begins...

Optimus Prime stood at the helm of the command center, his imposing figure framed by the myriad of control panels and holographic displays that flickered with the latest data. His blue optics were now focused intently on a scanner showing a troubling anomaly detected on one of Jupiter’s moons. The prime couldn’t mask the unease subtly emanating from his EM field.

“Ratchet, what can you tell me about this anomaly?”

Ratchet peered closely at the data streams. His optical ridge furrowing as he sifted through the complex energy readings. “Optimus, this is unlike anything we've encountered before. The energy levels are off the charts—literally. Our scanner’s parameters can’t get an accurate reading. This anomaly is emitting a type of energy that doesn’t match any known signature that we have come across.”

Arcee stepped forward, optics narrowing as she examined the erratic patterns displayed on the screen. “If the Decepticons get their hands on this, they could harness this power for anything. We’ve seen what they’re capable of. This could spell disaster, especially since Megatron has been mobilizing more frequently.”

Optimus’s expression hardened. Megatron had been growing increasingly unstable, and the thought of him wielding such a powerful force was deeply troubling. “Then we must act swiftly. We cannot afford to let Megatron gain control of this anomaly. Bumblebee, Bulkhead, prepare for immediate departure. We need to secure the area and prevent any Decepticon interference.”

Bumblebee shifted uncomfortably. His sensors picked up on the tense atmosphere, and the unusual gravity of the situation was not lost on him. “You got it, Optimus,” he beeped, servos shifting into a double thumbs up position though his vocalizer betrayed him with a hint of anxiety. His spark thrummed with apprehension as he glanced at Bulkhead.

Bulkhead gave Bumblebee a firm pat on the back. “Hey, don’t sweat it, B. We’ve been through worse. We’ll go in, deal with the Decepticons, and be back to pick the kids up from school before you know it. Miko has that new racing game, remember?” Despite his encouraging words, Bulkhead’s own internal sensors were alert, registering the potential danger of this mission. He couldn’t let his younger compatriot get stressed. After all, this was just going to be like any other mission, right?

Arcee’s gaze was resolute as moved past them to collect her gear. “Let’s move, team. We don’t have the luxury of time. Every moment we delay increases the risk of Megatron getting his hands on that anomaly.”

As the Autobots began their preparations, the tension in the command center was palpable. Optimus watched them with a mix of pride and concern, knowing that each member of his team faced not just the physical dangers of their mission but also the psychological weight of the uncertainty ahead. What was this energy? Why did he have such a foreboding feeling in his chassis?

---

In the dark recesses of the nemesis, Megatron loomed over a central console. His massive form cast a long shadow across the room, the purple glow of his optics cutting through the dim light. His lips curled upwards as he scrutinized the anomaly’s readings. Shockwave’s recent discovery had ignited a dangerous glimmer of hope within him—a hope that he was not about to let slip away.

“Soundwave,” Megatron’s voice reverberating with barely contained excitement, “assemble a team for immediate deployment. We cannot afford to let the Autobots interfere with this opportunity.”

Soundwave responded with a subtle nod, his visor flickering as he input commands into the system, signaling for the closest Vehicons to assemble at the bridge. Shockwave’s singular optic reflecting the harsh light of the console, stood behind him, analyzing the data. “The energy yield could be monumental. If we harness this correctly, it could tip the scales decisively in our favor.”

Soundwave’s visor blinked with confirmation. “Autobot activity: detected. They are closing in.”

“Then we must act quickly,” Megatron’s tone turned steely, laced with a dangerous edge. “Prepare the ground bridge and mobilize our forces. We must secure the anomaly before they can interfere.”

A tense silence settled over the Decepticon ranks as Megatron exited, heavy footsteps echoing through the corridors. Starscream, leaning against the wall with a disdainful smirk, watching the proceedings with a mix of curiosity and impatience. Soundwave’s brief, almost imperceptible glance in Starscream’s direction was a silent warning: the stakes were high, and internal dissent was the last thing they needed.

Starscream’s optics glinted with barely contained ambition. He knew that if anyone was going to seize this opportunity for himself, it would be him. With a final, disdainful flick of his wings, he stalked off, his mind already calculating how he might turn the situation to his advantage.

“So, Shockwave,” Breakdown began, hesitantly stepping forward once Megatron’s form disappeared fully, “what exactly is this thing? It seems dangerous does it not? Not that it matters, but…some of the bots have been asking about it.” 

The soldier’s words hung heavy, finally addressing the concern that many aboard the ship had. It was true. This event could very well be dangerous.

“Every tactical advantage could pose a threat, Breakdown. Every mission you have been deployed on thus far has had an air of uncertainty regarding your safety. Now, If you have further concerns, perhaps you should address it with Lord Megatron.”

Breakdown raised his servos, relenting as the scientist refused to elaborate further. He was not about to take that up with their glorious leader, not after he crushed a group of Vehicons for daring to speak out against their new objective. All of them were practically replaceable…even Breakdown himself. Turning on his heel struts, the soldier exited the room as the communications officer followed closely behind. 

Shockwave remained behind, his solitary optic focused on the console as he continued to analyze the anomaly’s potential. “We must be meticulous,” he muttered to himself. “One miscalculation could be catastrophic.”

As the Decepticons prepared for their push, the air crackled with a palpable sense of impending conflict. The race to secure power had now begun.

Xx Author's note xX

Chapter 3 and 4 are completed, just running a few edits before they are published. Chapter 3 should be up tomorrow, and chapter 4 will be up sometime next week. Thank you for reading :)

[swaps55]

Mezzo - Ch 2 - Soldier

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Welcome back to your life. Thank you to @sinvraal for betaing!

Chapter 2: Soldier | Read on Ao3

October 2185, Horse Head Nebula, Fortuna System, Lazarus Station

In the shadows, his eyes glow red.

It’s only for a moment as Shepard strides through the doorway, the eyeblink before he steps into the hazy emergency lighting of Section B-12 of Lazarus Station, pistol raised, like an angel of death rising up from hell. By the time he opens fire it’s gone, his eyes the same blue they’ve been in every photo and every vid Jacob Taylor has ever seen. By the time the first mech sparks, shudders, and drops, Shepard is as flesh and blood as the Hero of the Citadel could possibly be.

The dead man back from the grave doesn’t give Jacob a second glance as he takes on three more mechs, wearing nothing more than a battered hospital gown, a few smears of soot and a line of blood dripping from his elbow.

I’m seeing it with my own eyes and I still don’t believe it.

Jacob shifts his weight against the thin metal railing spanning the walkway from B-12 to B-13, the only cover between him and the mechs. Apparently, blowing all their cash on a corpse didn’t leave Cerberus with enough funds for bulletproof infrastructure. As the slab of medigel covering the hole punched in Jacob’s thigh can attest to.

The mechs can’t tell the difference between a science project and a soldier, and all three of them take aim at the newest threat. Shepard hisses as he fires the pistol and gets nothing but the bleat of a spent heat sink in return. He swears under his breath, scrambling to find cover behind a bench, drawing his knees close to his chest as a mech politely declares him a security threat and sprays another burst of submachine gun fire. A line of sweat smudges the soot on his face, and he’s breathing about as hard as he was the day Wilson pulled the trigger too soon and nearly sank the whole project right at the finish line.  

“Here,” Jacob calls out, pulling out a spare thermal clip. 

The barrel of Shepard’s pistol takes aim at Jacob’s heart faster than he can blink.

He holds up one hand in surrender, the thermal clip in the other, before tossing it. The gravity well wavers weakly as Shepard leans to catch it. His hands shake enough that he fumbles it, then fumbles the pistol before he finds the sink eject. 

Shepard shouldn’t even be mobile. Despite being a living, breathing human being for two months now, with brain healthy activity and everything, Miranda had put a moratorium on any further attempts to wake him up. Nothing like trial by fire.

Again the gravity well flickers like a weakening pulse. Shepard inhales deep, a small sound sticking in his throat that sounds like a dog getting kicked, before rising back to his feet and squeezing the trigger. Death didn’t fuck with his aim. 

If the dead man can put down a mech, so can I. Jacob tells the bullet in his thigh to shut the fuck up for a minute as he leverages himself up high enough to shoot. 

The last mech goes down with a squawk and pop. 

“Shepard,” Jacob says, but Shepard is already on him, hauling him to his feet and pinning him to a bulkhead, arm against his throat, pistol pressed against his gut. Red gleams through the unhealed scarring on his face. There had been another skin graft scheduled for tomorrow.

Not quite perfection up close, huh?

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[asktheguardponies]

Originally designed as a cost-effective tank destroyer to counter Zebra or Equestrian armor in challenging terrain, the Condor MBT is central to the Royal Griffon Army's combined arms doctrine. Battle-tested in various conflicts by Hippogriffia and other Griffon allies, the current generation combines the incremental improvements of the series.

Add-on composite armor gives the turret it's distinctive shape and brings the protection level up to par with Zebra MBTs. Explosive reactive panels shield the thinner hull and turret sides.

Sabot and Fragmentation ammunition is kept a armored bulkhead in the lower right of the turret basket, from which an elevator brings rounds up into the crew compartment and feeds into the main gun automatically. When firing ATGMs the gunner puts the gun in manual mode and the commander helps load the missile from the storage rack in the bustle. The missile is then guided to its target by the tank's laser designator.

The Condor is well suited to hit-and-run tactics thanks to its mobility and low silhouette.

[waksworldrebooted]

The Main Autobots of TRANSFORMERS: Rivalry (A Personal AU)

Optimus Prime = Formerly Orion Pax, he is the leader of the Autobots and the spark of the team.

Arcee = One of the younger members on the team with an appreciation for earth culture.

Bumblebee = The youngest of the team, having given himself the name after he was fascinated by earth creatures.

Mirage = Second youngest, he's a stealthy yet wisecracking individual.

Wheeljack = One of the oldest members of the team and the principal inventor.

Elita 1 = Prime's second in command and no-nonsense fighter.

Prowl = Cyber Ninja Graduate recruited for his skills alone

Jazz = A mentor figure for Arcee, sharing a love for earth culture, especially music.

Ironhide = A Weapons Specialist on the team with a knack for authority.

Ratchet = A lone medic who has lived for millennia, another one of the oldest members of the team.

Bulkhead = A strong Retired Wrecker and Energon Farmer.

Hot Rod = An appointed apprentice to Optimus

Windblade = Another Cyber Ninja Corp graduate, a Caminus cityspeaker.

Chromia = Ironhide's partner and weapons designer.

Sideswipe = A delinquent known for his fast mobility.

Ultra Magnus = Optimus Prime's brother and Elite Guard leader

[partly-cloudyskies]

Red Birthright - Chapter 4

Miorine shuffled back. Even over the alarms and chaos and fire, her boots sounded loud, too loud. Her heart too, hammered in her ears. Her short hair was plastered to the back of her neck with sweat. The armor was smothering but it was holding back the worst of the noxious fumes as the station burned. And then Suletta looked up from where she knelt in front of the black figure of her mother. She looked into Miorine’s eyes and Miorine looked into hers and Miorine saw chaos and fire in there, too. She saw the subtle shift in Suletta’s balance. Then, she charged, igniting her saber as she rushed Miorine down. Miorine activated her shield projector as Suletta closed the distance, her blue shield met the red saber and amid the shower of sparks from their collision, Miorine was pushed back. She saw a brief flash of Suletta’s face lit in a harsh light. She saw grief transformed into rage. Pointing her pistol upward , Miorine fired at an exposed pipe overhead that was feeding into the fire suppression system. It burst over her and Suletta, spilling out a fine gray mist that glowed with the alarm lights. Suletta staggered back, Miorine leaned back and activated her jet pack, letting it hold her up as it pushed away, putting space between them. Suletta deactivated her lightsaber, but before Miorine could entertain ideas of the fight having ended she watched Suletta rear back, raising both her hands, fingers outstretched like claws. She swung them downward and the mist curled before her as if caught in a great vortex. A vortex bearing down on Miorine. As it stormed towards her, debris and bodies in its path were drawn into it and flung away. The deck trembled and broke beneath it. She dodged to the side, using her jets again, so narrowly that she felt something grasp at the edge of one boot like it could draw her into the maelstrom of destructive energy. It impacted against the bulkhead and the elevator door behind her with such power that the metal peeled away like the skin of a fruit. Sparks showered as the battered elevator car crumpled and then hurtled down the shaft. A possible escape, but before Miorine could use it Suletta was on her again. She raised one hand and the Force took Miorine, her arms and legs lashed tightly together. Then Suletta whipped her hand down and Miorine was flung to the deck with jarring strength.

[timetravelersdoctor]

TFP Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack reaction to seeing Tfa autobots (Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Prowl, Sentinel Prime, Ultra Magnus, Jazz, The Twins)

Hi thanks for the Ask! ( Doing this on mobile so please forgive any grammer/spelling mistakes, I can never type properly on mobile)

TFP Ultra Magnus: Magnus automatically wants to bash Tfa Ultra Magnus's head in due to he's treatment of the Tfa Autobots. He is horrified that this version of himself is like that. Tfa Optimus reminds him of himself sometimes Ultra Magnus wants to lend a servo but doesn't know if he should. He finds Tfa Bumblebee to be in need of a little more discipline but he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries. Ultra Magnus respects Tfa Ratchet for what he's gone through. He was quite surprised to find that Tfa Bulkhead isn't a wrecker and he seems to be more responsible. Tfa Prowl seems to be a quiet mech that enjoys earth's nature. Sentinel's attitude bothers Ultra Magnus a lot. He hasn't met the twins or jazz but he would like to get to know them.

TFP Wheeljack: Wheeljack doesn't know any of them very well since he doesn't spend that much time on earth but from what he's heard everyone is planning on beating the scrap out of Tfa Ultra Magnus and he's willing to provide weapons for it. Somehow he recognizes the feral mech hidden in Tfa prime and is determined to catch Optimus going feral on video. Wheeljack lightly teases Tfa bulkhead but quickly realizes (realises? I don't know how to spell it, I spell it both ways) how different Tfa Bulkhead and Tfp Bulkhead are when Tfa Bulkhead doesn't react the way he expected. Wheeljack also plans to Botnap Sentinel in order to get him away from Ultra Magnus (He thinks maybe spending some real time away from the Magnus will help with the attitude problem.) He hasn't heard enough about the others to form proper opinions on them.

[shotimus]

fandom ask; 1,3,6,9,13

OTP?

Wheeljack/Ratchet. Especially the TFP ones <3

NoTP?

Megatron/Starscream. I haaaaate that ship so much.

Show us a bit of a WIP!

It didn't take terribly long for Team Prime to arrive, pulling on up and spotting the Decepticon in the distance. Bumblebee was the first to notice the situation seemed odd, turning to the rest. “What is she doing?”

“I dunno, Bumblebee. She's just sitting there. Menacingly.”

“If you ask me, Bulkhead.. it seems to me she's simply admiring the flowers.” Prowl had at least been the sensible one, noticing that the femme didn't really appear to be doing anything wrong.

“So what, she's.. a botanist Decepticon? Who's ever heard of a botanist Decepticon?!”

Ratchet rolled his optics in turn. “Well I don't know, Bumblebee.. why don't you ask Botanica?!”

Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

I don’t have the link on hand cause I’m on mobile at the moment, but definitely my friend @daddymus-mamatron ‘s fic ‘Are You Pondering What I’m Pondering’. They’re so amazing at writing, and they’re taking the painstaking effort to write a fix it fic for EarthSpark. It’s got all the glorious drama, and even a chapter or two written like an opera!

What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

I definitely wanna write some Wheeljack/Ratchet stuff. I just can’t decide what I wanna do with them, plus I have a bunch of WIP’s at the moment

[anony-man]

Taking chubformers requests!

College has started up again, so updates will be infrequent, but I am still taking requests. Send in a request for your preferred character and I'll write up a little drabble for them! Just a few things to keep in mind before asking:

1) Any characters welcome!

2) Feel free to ask for the same character, even if it's already been written!

3) If you have a specific prompt in mind (bedbound character, stuckage, etc), feel free to add it!

4) Want something more than a drabble? I’ll write a 2k fic of your choice for $10! DM me for details.

See below for finished drabbles and characters who have already been requested!

Characters previously written:

1. Sunstreaker (G1)

2. Megatron (TFP)

3. Swindle (TFA)

4. Starscream (G1)

5. Thundercracker (IDW)

6. Sky/Jetfire (G1)

7. First Aid (IDW)

8. Ironhide (G1)

9. Sideswipe (G1)

10. Bumblebee (TFA)

11. Prowl (IDW)

12. Shockwave (G1)

13. Galvatron (G1)

14. Bombshell (G1 - sfw)

15. Devastator (G1)

16. Rodimus (IDW)

17. Helex (IDW)

18. Sunstreaker (G1)

19. Megatron (G1)

20. Bravern

21. Bulkhead (TFA)

22. Optimus (G1)

23. Megatron (TFA)

24. Scrapper (G1)

25. Seaspray (G1)

26. Swindle (ES)

27. Long Haul (G1)

28. Megatron (TFP)

29. Soundwave (G1)

30. Dreadwing (TFP)

31. Starscream (TFP)

32. Blitzwing (TFA - fluffy)

33. Sunstorm (G1)

34. Wreck-Gar (TFA)

35. Minimus Ambus (IDW)

36. Ratchet (G1)

37. Rumble (G1)

38. Chase (RBA)

39. Springer (IDW)

40. Vortex (IDW)

41. Cliffjumper (G1 - mobility issues)

42. Bulkhead (TFA - stuckage)

43. Sentinel Prime (TFA)

44. Unicron (G1)

45. Bulkhead (TFP)

46. Galvatron (G1)

47. Ratchet (IDW)

48. Skyquake (TFP)

49. Bumblebee (G1)

50. Starscream & Windblade (IDW)

51. Ratchet (IDW)

52. Dratchrod (IDW)

53. Breakdown & Knock Out (TFP)

54. Knock Out (TFP)

55. Blurr (TFA)

56. Cyclonus (IDW)

57. Pharma (& First Aid - IDW)

58. Starscream (G1)

59. Megaratch (TFP)

60. Overlord (IDW)

61. Primus (G1)

62. Blitzwing (& Bee - TFA)

63. Misfire (IDW)

64. Windblade (& Starscream - IDW)

65. Kiloton (TF)

66. Megatron & Optimus (ES)

67. Rodimus & Velocity (IDW)

68. Dreadwing & Skyquake (TFP)

69. Smokescreen (TFP)

70. Blast Off & Onslaught (IDW)

71. Starscream & Wheeljack (IDW)

72. Tailgate & Cyclonus (IDW)

73. Rung (IDW)

74. Starscream (TFP)

75. Megatron (& Kiloton & Soundwave - G1)

76. Megatron (& Terminus - IDW)

77. Megatron & Soundwave (TFP)

78. Megatron & Soundwave (TFP)

79. Megatron (IDW)

80. Soundwave (TFP)

81. Skyfire & Cosmos (IDW)

82. Megatron (water inflation - TFP)

83. Pharma (& First Aid & Ambulon - IDW)

84. Brainstorm (IDW)

85. Pharma & Tarn (IDW)

86. Swoop (TFA)

87. Pharma (& First Aid & Ambulon - IDW)

88. Pharma (& Ratchet - IDW)

89. Fort Max (& Megatron - IDW)

90. First Aid (IDW)

91. Megatron (& Soundwave; Gladiators - TFP)

92. Megatron (Armada)

93. Overlord & Trepan (IDW)

94. Megatron (liquid inflation - TFP)

95. Sunstreaker (ovi - G1)

96. Swerve & Skids (IDW)

97. Sunder (& Froid - IDW)

98. Lockdown & Swindle (TFA)

99. Perceptor (IDW)

Characters requested:

1. Drift (IDW)

2. Brawl (& Onslaught - IDW)

3. Optimus (G1)

[brandwhorestarscream]

tfa bulkhead x tfa prowl

Ohhh Bulkhead is over the moon when he finds out! He's been feeling sick lately, struggling with energon intake and being really lethargic and sore. He finally caves and goes to Ratchet and a single scan later reveals the shocking truth: a tiny little spark nestled close to his. Now, Bulkhead comes from waaay out in the commonwealth. He knows what sparklings are. He's seen old pictures but never actually met one himself.

And he is so excited. Runs out of the medbay--with Ratchet yelling behind him to, "Be careful, slag it! Don't overexert yourself!"--to find Prowl and tell him the good news. Dents his much smaller partner considerably with one of his huge full body best hugs: Prowl's pedes are dangling above the floor and he's being swung back and forth as Bulkhead eagerly tells him they're going to have a sparkling. A real sparkling, can he believe it?! There's a tiny baby bot growing inside him! He's all sunshine and rainbows and walking on cloud nine, he's so excited to be a carrier!

Prowl is really shocked cuz he didn't think such a thing was possible, but ultimately he's happy. He does everything he can to be supportive and help Bulkhead be comfortable, quietly going to Ratchet to discuss all the necessary action he should take as a sire. They're light years away from an actual hospital, and while he has complete faith in Ratchet's skills, a lot of things could go wrong. If the sparkling comes early and needs a NICU, if Bulkhead develops any kind of complication or deficiency, etc, etc. They even consider returning to Cybertron, just in case, but ultimately decide against it. Hospitals there aren't trained to care for newborns anyway, and Bulkhead really, really wants his newspark to experience the joys of earth.

He makes an entire nursery for the bitty, with plenty of help from Bumblebee and Sari, painting the walls with pastel cybertronian myths and star systems, making a mobile and cradle and little toys for them. Prowl pots several flowering plants to bring color and fresh air to the room, never mind the fact that they don't need oxygen 🤭 Ratchet's got some old parenting prep programs on his drives that he's glad to hand over, and Bulkhead watches them religiously.

He also gets hooked on cute human baby compilation videos, especially of them laughing and meeting family members for the first time. He can't wait to do all these things with his bitty! He can't wait to hear them laugh for the first time, can't wait for their first steps, can't wait for every single wonderful experience they're going to have and that he gets to witness. He's so in love with the little spark growing inside him, always holding both servos over his chassis and humming to them. He talks to them every night, telling them about all the great things he can't wait to show them. Prowl talks to them too, carefully draped over his belly and murmuring how proud and excited he is. He adores observing the cycles of life on earth, and now he's taking part in creating life from scratch? It's the greatest honor he's ever been given.

The bitty is born on a cold, frosty day in winter, when the skies are gray and the snow is falling in big cotton flakes outside. It's an uncomplicated emergence, thankfully, though Bulkhead spends several painful hours in labor pacing around the delivery room. Prowl is an absolute champion of a supporting sire, fetching warm towels and glasses of coolant left right and center, immediately there with hands to hold or with soothing words. Even Ratchet is impressed, most first time sires are a mess. Internally Prowl is a nervous wreck but he's doing everything in his power to be calm and supportive, and Bulkhead really appreciates it.

After nearly 9 hours, their precious little baby is born. An incredibly round, black-as-night little marshmallow, with their carrier's alt mode and a pair of sleepy blue optics peeking out of the void. Like one of those all-black kittens that just disappear on a dark rug. That's their bitty. Just the roundest softest little shadow. Bulkhead is sobbing, tears of joy streaming down his face when he holds them for the first time. He's never felt such an intense, choking sensation of love before, he didn't know it was possible to love something this much. It's pure euphoria and he feels like he's floating, spark singing in his chassis when he takes them in his arms and gets to look at them for the first time. He kisses their helm a dozen times, blubbering incoherently and welcoming them to the world. They're perfect, so, so perfect, and he's the happiest he's ever been. Prowl comes up beside the bed and his knees wobble before nearly giving out: it hits him all at once that he's a dad now and he almost collapses. He was composed throughout the entire birth but now that they're here? He's losing his cool. His mouth is hanging open and his optics are shining so bright you can see them behind his visor; he leans down to wrap shaking arms around both of them. The baby peeps in surprise and peers up at him in wonder, and he smiles so widely his face nearly breaks.

He greats them in a mystified, trembling voice, saying hello, hi there, I'm your sire, welcome to earth-

He has no idea what he's saying, he's running completely on autopilot, but one thing's for sure: this is the happiest he's ever been in a long, long time.