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《indi Transformers blog featuring Bulkhead and Miko Nakadai - as performed by Jess》

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//Apologies for my spotty activity. I am currently prepping for a show on Saturday and had to make a ✨️whole new outfit✨️ - which has eaten a good chunk of my time outside of work. After Saturday, I should be a little less inconsistent, at least until my camping trip.

#mun posting

relentlesshorizon

"Ah..! Ratchet shared a bit about you. And you—both." He looks between the two of them again. "You're Wheeljack's amica, Bulkhead?"

Given his own... tense relationship with Wheeljack, he cannot help but ask about that first. Maybe Bulkhead will actually be able to shed some light... or maybe he'll also be cold to him once he realizes who he is. There's a nervous flutter in his field, but other than that he tries not to let it phase him—there's no point in anticipating the worst. Bulkhead is his own individual, regardless of who his friends are. If Wheeljack has spoken badly about him to either of them... well, he supposes he'll find out soon.

His wheel-wings twitch and angle down, making an interesting dichotomy with his plating still being flared to let off heat. "I'm, uh, Cirrus."

bubblegum-n-warpaint

At mention of his dearest amica, the titan beams a broad smile. "Ride or die! Jackie-boy 'n me go wayyyy back."

Miko throws in a cheeky wink. "Not sure what Ratchet mentioned about me, but I assure you, I'm not as bad as he says. I'm worse."

Offering a lift to his smaller half, Bulkhead allows her to climb into his palm before bracing against the rock face, pushing himself up with a great heave. Closing the distance between them with unhurried strides, he reaches out with his free servo, fist offered in greeting. "Think I remember Ratch mentionin you too. Good ta finally put a face to the name."

The Wrecker hadn't missed the funny little trembles in the pale mech's field, but didn't read much into it. Possibly nerves. He didn't... feel like trouble.

"Whatcha doin' way out here?"

#relentlesshorizon #ID: cirrus #demolition duo

There was little privacy to be had when one shared in an Amica Endura bond and the close proximity allowed for the other half to feel that overwhelming, emotional ache.

Suddenly, Bulkhead was hit with an incoming request to connect with a familiar private channel. When there was no response for two seconds, a text message arrived next.

| hey sweet cheeks. let me hear ya. |

The heaviness eases a little as soon as the request comes through, though it takes a long moment to rally himself.

Vents easing open, a drawn-out gust is released along with a groaning sigh. Dust stirs at his pedes.

《Hey Jackie.》

#the green titan #▪︎pull at the chains▪︎#suckmybearings #ID: wheeljack

seacrestseacon

Thankfully, as far as Decepticon's go, Miko would not find herself in any danger around this one. He's only on Earth to tag submerged energon deposits with his crew, and to mine those with the highest yields given that the Autobots keep interrupting land based mining operations. His orders expressly mention not to engage with the autobots. However, they don't specify whether that is combat or overall. Meaning, trying to yoink an autograph is on the table.

"Yeah. Battlecard. But do you mean this Bulkhead?" He says, holding it a little bit closer to her for emphasis. It wasn't uncommon for names to get reused, mostly those forged into batch designations picking a new name, unaware it's use previously. He's just making sure some little earth Suzuki Jimny isn't picking a very popular name.

"..................................... Think he'll sign it?"

bubblegum-n-warpaint

Chuckling a little, she settles the Gibson back into her lap, tracing the outline of the image once again before turning her attention back to practicing.

"Yeah, that's my Bulk."

A familiar engine revs not far off, crooked smile tugging at her lips. "Far as gettin an autograph, you can ask him yerself."

--

The armored SUV lurches ahead, unfamiliar signature immediately putting him on edge. Skidding as he rounds the final corner, Bulkhead releases a relieved exvent at seeing Miko unharmed. Yet he knew all too well that could change in an instant.

Tucking into a roll as he reverts back into his alt mode, the titan's blaster is charged and at the ready as he slides to a stop, optics locked onto the D3cepticon sigil in the center of the bots chest. His pale blue stare lifts slowly.

"You got 10 nanokliks to explain yerself. So... let's hear it."

#id: seacrest #seacrestseacon #demolition duo

No not Bulkhead! He is too nice leave him alone!

Yes!!! He must also participate in THE SAD.

He hides it well, but Bulkhead has plenty of struggles, just like everyone. Boy's been through a war and seen some messed up stuff. He has lots of unresolved trauma.

#//villainous laughter #//he too must sufferrrr #《who tf are you?》

It's still raining. In his chest, a dull ache. Days like these, its hard to be 'himself'. To be the happy, carefree bot everyone expects him to be. Its strange - to be so strong and feel so weak.

Quietly the guilt consumes him.

#the green titan

Send this little flower 🌸 to the friends whose writing you adore and whose presence makes your dash a happier place. Let's share a little love. 💖

//Aldhfksieje Aahaahhahhhhhhh *grabs and shakes you*

I love seeing Sen on my dash. You guys just brighten my day. Thank you so much for this!

#//im not crying ur crying

bubblegum-n-warpaint

" Bulkhead. You uh. Mind if I stick with you this night cycle?"

Pausing in his organization of art supplies (his scrap metal pile), the olive Wrecker responds with a cheery, 《Frag yeah, I'd love the company.》

Miko was off to 'disrupt the capitalist-centric oligarch celebrations with a hot blonde' - her words, not his - so his evening was fixing to be a quiet one.

《Likely gunna be pretty lively at the hangar, the humans here go pretty big with this holiday. You prefer the Xan, or find our own spot?》

springingfromnothing

" I just. Don't wanna be alone. So- whatever...whatever you'd like Bulk." Springer hesitates before shuffling closer to Bulkhead.

Giving him a long look before tentatively bunting his shoulder with hus helm. Then lifting a piece of scrap," Who's your supplier? Some of this ain't half bad metal."

bubblegum-n-warpaint

There is the barest flicker of a moment where Bulkhead feels the underlying uncertainty. The nerves. He understands.

Not drawing attention to it, he nudges Springer back, field opening warmly. "Most of it comes to me via donations from the United States military. Old or unuseable aircraft and weaponry parts. They've been mighty generous since they found out about my uh... hobby."

Setting aside the piece he had been holding prior to the larger mech's arrival, he suggests, "Why don't we go find ourselves a nice spot, ya? Miko and I have a few favorites when we wanna get away from the craziness. Mountains or canyons? Little bit cooler in the mountains but not bad this time a year."

#▪︎sink down like precious stones▪︎#springingfromnothing #ID: springer

" Bulkhead. You uh. Mind if I stick with you this night cycle?"

Pausing in his organization of art supplies (his scrap metal pile), the olive Wrecker responds with a cheery, 《Frag yeah, I'd love the company.》

Miko was off to 'disrupt the capitalist-centric oligarch celebrations with a hot blonde' - her words, not his - so his evening was fixing to be a quiet one.

《Likely gunna be pretty lively at the hangar, the humans here go pretty big with this holiday. You prefer the Xan, or find our own spot?》

#▪︎sink down like precious stones▪︎#ID: springer #springingfromnothing

It's not thirstrap Thursday, salacious sluterday, or sinuous sinday... but that doesn't stop the femme from snapping a rather suggestive selfie to send to her favorite green titan.

:: it's frag me Friday big mech... xoxo ~Tessa::

Thank Primus and all The Thirteen he was sitting down when the image file came through, the sumptuous vision of pastel lighting up his expression and his array.

A strangled groan wrenches free, and he swipes a palm across his face before sending his response.

《Is'at an invitation?》

#▪︎right foot in the roses▪︎#ID: tessa #《up in my business》

ihateflorianwalla

#aesthetic | miko

//Day 2 back from vacation and I already can't wait for my day off tomorrow.

I didn't fully get through all of Miko/Bulkhead's drafts, so I will continue finishing those and throwing them into the queue.

Okeee Im gunna crawl under my desk and die now, g'byeee.

#mun posting

cantbuffthis

@bubblegum-n-warpaint replied:

Tone lowered in a way that was more playful than suggestive, he rumbles, "I might know someone with big, strong servos who could help you with those aches."

There's something about Bulkhead that leaves Knock Out feeling strangely molten whenever the Wrecker turns his attention on him, as though the gentle rumble of his voice wraps around him like a warm embrace. It's rare anyone to offer comfort without expecting something in return — rarer still for someone to notice he's hurting and simply want to help.

Turning, the medic lets his gaze drift over a pair of large, capable servos before meeting the Wrecker's playful expression. "Mm, and this mysterious volunteer wouldn't happen to be standing directly in front of me, would he?"

bubblegum-n-warpaint

Chuckling, blue optics pinched with mirth, he teases, "Ya figured me out, huh? Shoulda guessed I couldn't get one past you."

Stepping closer, he bends to gently nudge the broader crest on his helm against the pointed peak of Knockout's. He offers his servos to the other. "Where do ya need em, beautiful?"

#cantbuffthis #ID: knockout #▪︎carving past the surface▪︎#you tell papa bear whatchu need

jetix

2017-11-22

#aesthetic | miko

M!A ( @ Bulkhead )

You didn't look where you were going, and slip on soap. Congrats.

It shouldn't have been possible - all things considered. The tiny human object should've squished unnoticed beneath his pede to be discovered and plucked out later in the washracks.

Perhaps it was because it was wet, sitting in a sudsy puddle, that it happened the way it did. Regardless, it did indeed happen.

One moment he was strolling through the hangar, not a care to be had, the next he was sliding, hefty frame tipping back as he became fully airborne. His back met the ground with a thundering crash, an embarrssingly high, wheezing vent forced out upon impact. The entirety of the structure around him shook, blue optics wide with concern until everything settled once more.

"Slag."

#《well thats a neat little trick》#the green titan

💋 Perhaps for a certain cherry red seeker by the name of Starscream

His optics widen as the wheel comes to a stop. The neck. Seemed a lot more intimate than he initially assumed when he'd first noted it as an option. A vulnerable place, requiring nearness... trust.

He hoped this wasn't overstepping. Though... she spun the wheel.

Clearing his vocaliser - a habit he realized preceded most of his interactions with the lovely red seeker - Bulkhead takes a step forward, gaze locked onto hers, searching for any sign of discomfort.

He found none, and beneath the sharp clarity of her stare, he notes a teasing light he's come to recognize. A small, roguish smile is offered before he leans slowly closer. Her posture is open enough, which he takes as his sign to proceed.

The olive Wrecker's wide mouth presses gently to the slender column of her neck, lingering for the briefest moment before withdrawing.

#kiss roulette #tacticturn #ID: starscream

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