Technician_Bulkhead

@technitian-bulkhead-official

☆Space Bridge Expert ☆ Artist ☆ Hero ☆ (Mun is 18)

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!MASTER POST!

This is a role play blog for the transformers animated character Bulkhead!

This blog takes place after s3 like bumblebee-official, and yes Prowl is dead (bulkhead is sensitive about it)

I'm mostly going to be posting silly things with the occasional drawing on here, but there will still be things I am uncomfortable with!

!RULES!

No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia or anything else of the sort, I do not tolerate any of that.

Pro-shipping is not allowed at all.

Nsfw asks are allowed, but I will label them nsfw.

Please don't be too personal in the asks, like talking about self harm and suicide, I will delete asks I am uncomfortable with. (mention of character death or making bulkhead upset is fine though, I even encourage you to do it!)

You can request drawings! I will respond to them in character and try to draw what you asked as it helps me practice!

!ROLEPLAY RULES!

I am open to transformers animated characters and ocs! Feel free to reach out to me as I love interacting with others!

If you want to do a plotline or potentially a ship, please reach out to me through dms so we can discuss plans!

On the topic of ships, I am fully on board with Bulkhead being in a relationship or a polyamorous relationship, but keep in my I may refuse as sometimes I just don't see certain characters in a relationship together.

Hope you guys enjoy my silly posts as Bulkhead!!

(Bulkprowl shippers hit me up-)

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

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He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

“Thank you.” Rung sighed as he sat down on the couch. He watched as Crash Cart played, building little houses and even beginning to make one big castle out of all of the tiles. The corner of his intake twitched. He wanted to smile, to be happy for her. But all he could think about was what Six-Of-Twelve said, the Functionist’s words rotating in his processor. He let out another sigh, lowering his helm as he picked at the paint on his servos.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead, went to the kitchenette to make some warm energon for Rung, deciding to make some for Crashcart as well. "Here you go my dear." He handed her a bottle before sitting down beside Rung, handing him his energon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

“Hm?” Crash Cart paused her play, reaching up to tale the bottle. “Mm!!” she nodded, a little ‘thank you’.

“Fine.” Rung suddenly winced as he picked perhaps a bit too much. He took the energon and turned his helm away. “Tired.” he confessed. “Are you well?” he then asked, looking back at Bulkhead.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He set the energon down on the coffee table. "I'm alright, just been going through the motions lately." He looked, down at the smaller bot, his worry reappearing again. "Are you sure you're fine? You look miserable." He gently placed a servo on Rung's shoulder.

He let out a quiet groaned, reaching over and putting his energon on the coffee table alongside Bulkhead’s. “I am miserable. I don’t— I just—” he went silent for a beat, letting his processor catch up to his intake. “I feel like I’m spinning wheels. Everything’s a mess. I can’t—” he took a deep vent in, momentarily removing his glasses just to keep his servos busy with something. “I can’t believe he’s here and he’s still coming after me.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sighed, not really knowing what to say. "I know, it's horrible... but you have friends here, and we'll make sure he won't do anything." He huffed, even thinking about that bot seems to irritate him.

“I know you guys will, it’s just…” Rung turned his helm away again. “I feel a pull—an obligation—to go back there, and—” He paused for a beat. “Bulkhead, I don’t know what to do. I’m doubting everything I’ve ever known.” he looked at Crash Cart. “I’m doubting being a good father,” he turned to Bulkhead. “I’m doubting being a good friend—a good person.” he buried his faceplate in his servos. “I’m doubting leaving my home universe in the first place. It was stupid, and… and impulsive, and…” he shuddered, falling silence. “I’m not so sure I should have left, Bulkhead… I’m beginning to think I should have stayed there and just done my stupid job.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead nodded, looking down at Crashcart. "You know, I had doubts becoming a space bridge engineer. Even now, sometimes I wish I had never left the oil farm, maybe then I wouldn't have gone through everything." He glances over at a photo of the team.

"But then I would've never met my friends, or Been to earth, or have met you and raised Crashcart."

He leaned back, staring up into nothing. "Life is full of choices, sometimes you make good ones, sometimes you make bad ones. If you had never come here, I wouldn't have her, I would still be lost." He finally looked back at Rung, a soft smile appearing on his face again.

Rung sighed, suddenly leaning against Bulkhead. “I think I’ve made… a lot of bad choices.” he sighed. “Choices that got people hurt. As Primus and as Rung.”

Rung paused for a beat, his gaze drifting. “I… I reached out to Six-Of-Twelve.” his digits curled in his lap at the soft-spoken confession. “It was a bad idea, I know. But I couldn’t… I don’t know why I keep going back to him.” he started to pick at his paint again. “He… He talks too much. I learned more than I wanted to know.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

His smile went away again. "Well, I do agree with the talking too much part." He grumbled, crossing his arms.

"But I think you're just so used to being hurt by him, being used by him that it feels wrong to have this much freedom now, that somehow, you were better off under his pedes, which is not true." He straightened up his posture. "And as for the whole bad choices thing. You did what you could, you were stuck in an awful situation with almost no way out. You can't change your past choices, but you can shape your future, and her future." He nodded his head towards Crashcart.

"So, what will you do?"

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

“Thank you.” Rung sighed as he sat down on the couch. He watched as Crash Cart played, building little houses and even beginning to make one big castle out of all of the tiles. The corner of his intake twitched. He wanted to smile, to be happy for her. But all he could think about was what Six-Of-Twelve said, the Functionist’s words rotating in his processor. He let out another sigh, lowering his helm as he picked at the paint on his servos.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead, went to the kitchenette to make some warm energon for Rung, deciding to make some for Crashcart as well. "Here you go my dear." He handed her a bottle before sitting down beside Rung, handing him his energon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

“Hm?” Crash Cart paused her play, reaching up to tale the bottle. “Mm!!” she nodded, a little ‘thank you’.

“Fine.” Rung suddenly winced as he picked perhaps a bit too much. He took the energon and turned his helm away. “Tired.” he confessed. “Are you well?” he then asked, looking back at Bulkhead.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He set the energon down on the coffee table. "I'm alright, just been going through the motions lately." He looked, down at the smaller bot, his worry reappearing again. "Are you sure you're fine? You look miserable." He gently placed a servo on Rung's shoulder.

He let out a quiet groaned, reaching over and putting his energon on the coffee table alongside Bulkhead’s. “I am miserable. I don’t— I just—” he went silent for a beat, letting his processor catch up to his intake. “I feel like I’m spinning wheels. Everything’s a mess. I can’t—” he took a deep vent in, momentarily removing his glasses just to keep his servos busy with something. “I can’t believe he’s here and he’s still coming after me.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sighed, not really knowing what to say. "I know, it's horrible... but you have friends here, and we'll make sure he won't do anything." He huffed, even thinking about that bot seems to irritate him.

“I know you guys will, it’s just…” Rung turned his helm away again. “I feel a pull—an obligation—to go back there, and—” He paused for a beat. “Bulkhead, I don’t know what to do. I’m doubting everything I’ve ever known.” he looked at Crash Cart. “I’m doubting being a good father,” he turned to Bulkhead. “I’m doubting being a good friend—a good person.” he buried his faceplate in his servos. “I’m doubting leaving my home universe in the first place. It was stupid, and… and impulsive, and…” he shuddered, falling silence. “I’m not so sure I should have left, Bulkhead… I’m beginning to think I should have stayed there and just done my stupid job.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead nodded, looking down at Crashcart. "You know, I had doubts becoming a space bridge engineer. Even now, sometimes I wish I had never left the oil farm, maybe then I wouldn't have gone through everything." He glances over at a photo of the team.

"But then I would've never met my friends, or Been to earth, or have met you and raised Crashcart."

He leaned back, staring up into nothing. "Life is full of choices, sometimes you make good ones, sometimes you make bad ones. If you had never come here, I wouldn't have her, I would still be lost." He finally looked back at Rung, a soft smile appearing on his face again.

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I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

“Thank you.” Rung sighed as he sat down on the couch. He watched as Crash Cart played, building little houses and even beginning to make one big castle out of all of the tiles. The corner of his intake twitched. He wanted to smile, to be happy for her. But all he could think about was what Six-Of-Twelve said, the Functionist’s words rotating in his processor. He let out another sigh, lowering his helm as he picked at the paint on his servos.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead, went to the kitchenette to make some warm energon for Rung, deciding to make some for Crashcart as well. "Here you go my dear." He handed her a bottle before sitting down beside Rung, handing him his energon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

“Hm?” Crash Cart paused her play, reaching up to tale the bottle. “Mm!!” she nodded, a little ‘thank you’.

“Fine.” Rung suddenly winced as he picked perhaps a bit too much. He took the energon and turned his helm away. “Tired.” he confessed. “Are you well?” he then asked, looking back at Bulkhead.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He set the energon down on the coffee table. "I'm alright, just been going through the motions lately." He looked, down at the smaller bot, his worry reappearing again. "Are you sure you're fine? You look miserable." He gently placed a servo on Rung's shoulder.

He let out a quiet groaned, reaching over and putting his energon on the coffee table alongside Bulkhead’s. “I am miserable. I don’t— I just—” he went silent for a beat, letting his processor catch up to his intake. “I feel like I’m spinning wheels. Everything’s a mess. I can’t—” he took a deep vent in, momentarily removing his glasses just to keep his servos busy with something. “I can’t believe he’s here and he’s still coming after me.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sighed, not really knowing what to say. "I know, it's horrible... but you have friends here, and we'll make sure he won't do anything." He huffed, even thinking about that bot seems to irritate him.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

“Thank you.” Rung sighed as he sat down on the couch. He watched as Crash Cart played, building little houses and even beginning to make one big castle out of all of the tiles. The corner of his intake twitched. He wanted to smile, to be happy for her. But all he could think about was what Six-Of-Twelve said, the Functionist’s words rotating in his processor. He let out another sigh, lowering his helm as he picked at the paint on his servos.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead, went to the kitchenette to make some warm energon for Rung, deciding to make some for Crashcart as well. "Here you go my dear." He handed her a bottle before sitting down beside Rung, handing him his energon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

“Hm?” Crash Cart paused her play, reaching up to tale the bottle. “Mm!!” she nodded, a little ‘thank you’.

“Fine.” Rung suddenly winced as he picked perhaps a bit too much. He took the energon and turned his helm away. “Tired.” he confessed. “Are you well?” he then asked, looking back at Bulkhead.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He set the energon down on the coffee table. "I'm alright, just been going through the motions lately." He looked, down at the smaller bot, his worry reappearing again. "Are you sure you're fine? You look miserable." He gently placed a servo on Rung's shoulder.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

“Thank you.” Rung sighed as he sat down on the couch. He watched as Crash Cart played, building little houses and even beginning to make one big castle out of all of the tiles. The corner of his intake twitched. He wanted to smile, to be happy for her. But all he could think about was what Six-Of-Twelve said, the Functionist’s words rotating in his processor. He let out another sigh, lowering his helm as he picked at the paint on his servos.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead, went to the kitchenette to make some warm energon for Rung, deciding to make some for Crashcart as well. "Here you go my dear." He handed her a bottle before sitting down beside Rung, handing him his energon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

technitian-bulkhead-official

What’s your interest in Rung?

- Six

That's none of your business, if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave him alone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

It’s a harmless question. I’m curious, truly.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Nothing about you is harmless.

six-of-twelve-functionists

I’m sure you have your own questions.

technitian-bulkhead-official

That Rung himself can answer if he wants to, I'm not going behind his back to talk to you.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Rung doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does. He doesn’t remember. I have all the answers both you and him could need. And have you no questions about me that I could answer?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't want to talk to you, I don't care about the knowledge you know, all I care about is seeing you gone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Hm. A shame. You’d do so well as a Functionist.

technitian-bulkhead-official

If I was one then I wouldn't be a scientist, I wouldn't be the lead expert in space bridge technology, I would still be working at an oil farm, sad and miserable.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Don’t be ridiculous. Your intelligence and skill as a scientist would be so very useful for us.

technitian-bulkhead-official

I'm not doing shit for you, go choke on a rusty oil pipe and offline.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

Crash Cart gasped, bouncing with excitement. She looked around at all the tiles wildly, as if not knowing where to start. She plopped down on her knees and got straight to playing.

Rung stood off to the side, hugging himself as he watched his daughter play. He couldn’t return the smile Bulkhead gave him. He was.. tired. He hadn’t recharged since Six reached out to him. “Well,” he commented. “Every solar cycle, you prove more and more that you’re an incredible father.” He gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to Crash Cart as she played and made little buildings out of the tiles. “Look at that. She loves it.”

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead's smile dimmed a little as he got a good look at Rung. He stood up and patted the couch. "Come sit down, I can make some warm energon if you want."

technitian-bulkhead-official

What’s your interest in Rung?

- Six

That's none of your business, if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave him alone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

It’s a harmless question. I’m curious, truly.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Nothing about you is harmless.

six-of-twelve-functionists

I’m sure you have your own questions.

technitian-bulkhead-official

That Rung himself can answer if he wants to, I'm not going behind his back to talk to you.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Rung doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does. He doesn’t remember. I have all the answers both you and him could need. And have you no questions about me that I could answer?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't want to talk to you, I don't care about the knowledge you know, all I care about is seeing you gone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Hm. A shame. You’d do so well as a Functionist.

technitian-bulkhead-official

If I was one then I wouldn't be a scientist, I wouldn't be the lead expert in space bridge technology, I would still be working at an oil farm, sad and miserable.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

“Hello, Bulkhead.” Rung greeted, Crash Cart held in his arms. Her faceplate lit up the minute Bulkhead asked the question, and she nodded excitedly, reaching out for him.

technitian-bulkhead-official

He gently moved her into his arms, bringing her inside and setting her down on the living room floor. "Look at these." He pointed out the magnetic tiles, showing her how to make a tiny house with them. "See? How cool is that, you can make buildings!" He softly but excitedly spoke to her, though looking up to smile at Rung.

technitian-bulkhead-official

What’s your interest in Rung?

- Six

That's none of your business, if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave him alone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

It’s a harmless question. I’m curious, truly.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Nothing about you is harmless.

six-of-twelve-functionists

I’m sure you have your own questions.

technitian-bulkhead-official

That Rung himself can answer if he wants to, I'm not going behind his back to talk to you.

six-of-twelve-functionists

Rung doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does. He doesn’t remember. I have all the answers both you and him could need. And have you no questions about me that I could answer?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't want to talk to you, I don't care about the knowledge you know, all I care about is seeing you gone.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

A firm knock came to the door. Then two softer knocks—probably from Crash Cart. Rung’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door as he spoke to the young sparkling. “Yes, yes. Just like that, C.C. A little harder, dear.” Two more knocks, still soft, but with significantly more oomf. “There! That’s how you get his attention!”

technitian-bulkhead-official

He softly chuckled hearing the conversation from the other side of the door, walking over to let them in.

"Hi Rung, hello sweetie pie!" He smiled, giving Crachcart a rub on the helm. "Wanna see what papa Bulkhead got for you?"

technitian-bulkhead-official

What’s your interest in Rung?

- Six

That's none of your business, if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave him alone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

It’s a harmless question. I’m curious, truly.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Nothing about you is harmless.

six-of-twelve-functionists

I’m sure you have your own questions.

technitian-bulkhead-official

That Rung himself can answer if he wants to, I'm not going behind his back to talk to you.

I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck with my Mass Displacement Generator, go back there, and fucking crush him under my pedes.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's going to be okay Rung, he's outnumbered here, he can't do anything.

He called C.C. slow to form.

A glitch, he called her.

He called me an unruly thing..

technitian-bulkhead-official

He just wants to get to you, don't let him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's delusional and wants to make you come to him.

Well, damn it, it’s working!

He insulted my baby!

And- And- And then he had the gall to—

AUGH!!

“If you said the minibots had a purpose, I would believe you.” is BULLSHIT!

technitian-bulkhead-official

I know, I know, I'm infuriated by it too, but trying to fight him head on might not go well, considering what you've told me.

I know, I know. I— Frag…

I want to go back, and for so many reasons. If not the anger, then the obligation. If not the obligation, then homesickness. And if not because I miss home, then because I miss him, and I shouldn’t miss him. How would anyone miss a mech like that?

technitian-bulkhead-official

I don't know, but either way it's not your fault.

You wanna come over and talk about it?

Come over? Sure, sure.. Talk about it? No, no. No, you’ve got enough on your plate. Besides, I’m a therapist. I should be using coping mechanisms to keep calm, not.. losing my slag over someone intentionally riling me up.

technitian-bulkhead-official

It's okay Rung, you may be a therapist but sometimes you need help too, and I want to help you. And as for him, it's okay to be upset about him, he's a monster that hurt you and others.

Just come over, I've got some new toys for Crashcart to play with anyways, so she can have some fun while we talk.

I’ll.. be over in a moment.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Bulkhead sat at the couch as usual, his expression soured by his worry, waiting for Rung to show up. In the floor were these colorful magnetic plates he had bought for Crashcart.

technitian-bulkhead-official

What’s your interest in Rung?

- Six

That's none of your business, if you knew what was good for you, you'd leave him alone.

six-of-twelve-functionists

It’s a harmless question. I’m curious, truly.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Nothing about you is harmless.

Is there something wrong with C.C.? She hasn’t spoken or grown and… Slag… Slag, slag, slag…

technitian-bulkhead-official

I'm sure she's alright, she may just be growing a little slower, it happens, some of my siblings grew a bit slower than others.

Plus she came from a defibrillator, I'm sure she'll probably stay small like Bee.

Okay..

technitian-bulkhead-official

Trust me, she's happy and healthy, if you're really concerned then you could ask Ratchet for a check up.

No, no. I don’t— …I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll trust you when you say she’s fine.

technitian-bulkhead-official

Rung... she'll need to go to the doctors eventually, at least for an evaluation.

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