#predabulk

[batghostgirlfan]

The Crackship that managed to worm it's way into my heart it's PredaBulk.

Against all odds I've grown to really liking this ship.

This wonderful drawing was a Ko Fi commission drawn by @LyndaxyArt on twitter, so if you have an account feel free to check out her art there.

[batghostgirlfan]

Bulkhead kisser?

Am I Bulkhead kisser? No.

Do I want him to be kissed? Absolutley.

He deserves to be kissed especialy by his wrecker boyfriends.

Or his predacon boyfriend.

[biggreenwrecker-blog]

TRYing to fly {try being the key word}

Outside the outpost, on the rolling hills, PredaBulk flaps his little wings... he has wings so he should be able to fly... right? Right..?  Though, looking back at them.. he twitches them again. They were kinda small for his big size, but Bulkhead knew the only way to find out was to try...  First.. he starts hopping all over the field, flapping his wings like crazy every time his paws left the grass.  C'mon... C'mon.. he'd grunt with effort.. until he collapsed with exhaustion to the ground.  What is the point of having wings if he could not fly? Were they there for just cutesy decoration?  No! He wasn't about to give up on the dream of flight...  Backing up slowly he made sure there was a straight 'flight' plan. Bulkhead crouched low, wiggling his large rear in the air as he got himself ready... Then in a flash he took off at a full run on all fours, kicking up grass and dirt as he sped off. His gallop made him vent hard, his head bob up and down, and the wind whistle through his frame while his wrecking ball tail flailed wildly about. As soon as he picked up enough wind speed, he stretched out his wings to their total wing span, which unfortunately wasn't all that big. Straining, he charged up one of the many rolling hills, his inner workings going overtime to keep up the incredible speed for his big size. At the top of the hill, he did not stop... but jumped right  off it! Everything seemed to feel as though in slow motion. Paws out front and hind legs stretched out behind.... he felt as though he were flying, That he had finally done it! His optics widened and he let out a howling growl! "Rrrraaaayyyoooowww!!!" In excitement.  It was ten seconds of pure delight. Why only ten? Because on the eleventh second, Bulkhead took a face dive into the grass and dirt.... Bulkhead spent the next five minutes trying to pry his helm from the ground, rump shaking in the air and sounds of struggle...  He almost had it. Almost.