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chapel-of-rizztual · 1 year

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Ghouls Headcanons 4

dew once drank gasoline and kept coughing flames to scare the shit out of copia. He scare the shit out of everyone and almost burnt have the ministry down. Sunny tried to use him as a flame thrower.

There a hole in the wall in the common room from where Swiss fell through while he was drunk. They told sister it’s been patched up. They are filthy liars.

All ghouls watch and love baby sensory videos. It’s one of the only ways to keep them calm and quiet. It’s also one of the only ways to keep them distracted. The dancing fruit one works the best.

Sunshine bought a motorcycle with the ministry credit card. She got in a lot of trouble with sister because of it. She blamed it on copia. She also bought aether one so they can go on joyrides together.

Mountain eats rocks. Will just straight up pick rocks up off the ground and crunch down on them. He says he like the crunch. He’s not allowed to have crystals anymore because they’re like candy to him. Don’t ask him about the teeth marks in the granite work surfaces in the kitchen, it wasn’t him.

Aether needs glasses to read. All of the other ghouls find it incredibly attractive.

Sunshine, Swiss and dew are known as the terror triple around the ministry. They are not allowed to be left unsupervised together. They are banned from using cleaning supplies because they tired to make mustard gas. They peed in the gas tanks of all cars that the ministry own. They tried to make a bomb in a toilet. Not a big one they just thought it would be funny if the all water systems were broken at the same time. Thankfully they were unsuccessful.

Birds, rabbits and deer and the number 1 distraction to ghouls (apart from themselves).

They will stand at any window, staring intently at the small creatures, ears high, tails swishing and pupils blown wide while chittering and chirping to each other while

Swiss can’t be trusted with laundry detergent. He drinks it like it’s a smoothie.

Ghouls can’t dream. Something about them not having souls makes them unable to.

Mountain has terrible posture from having to duck down through doorways and lean down to talk to people. Cirrus always rubs his back for him to help.

Cumulus makes the best tiramisu ever. She’s famous for it around the ministry.

Special lives in the basement of the ministry and is the biggest gossip ever. If he’s bored he’ll make something just to see the drama unfold.

Nobody knows but cowbell lives in the basement with special. Everyone thinks he got sent back to the pits.

Aether has never sat through a full movie. He always falls asleep about halfway through. Especially if he’s in the middle of a cuddle pile.

Dew walks around with his hand in someone else’s pocket. Jean pocket, coat pocket, shirt pocket, front or back it doesn’t matter to him he’s wiggling his hand in there.

Rains favourite tv show is friends. He’s had it on repeat since he was summoned. His favourite character is joey because he reminds him of Swiss.

Ghouls have their own language that only ghouls understand. They only speak it around each other in private. They prefer to speak their papas native tongue or English around anyone else.

Rain and mountain watch my neighbour totoro together every Friday night without fail. Sometimes cirrus and cumulus join them.

Aether likes to eat bath bombs. He likes the way they fizz on his tongue. He’s gotten banned from every lush store he’s been in.

Cirrus drinks perfume. She says it smells nice so why would it taste bad. She’s surprised every time when it’s awful.

None of the ghouls can handle caffeine.

When dew was first summoned he was terrified of snow.

All of the ghouls are incredible at Mario cart. Especially cumulus and rain. They fight for first place all the time. Swiss is undefeated at just dance.

Dew and rain completely switch personalities when they’re off stage.

Cumulus does a face mask almost every night and dew and Swiss try to lick it off her every time without fail.

All ghouls are banned from playing among us. No explanation needed you already why.

#ghost headcanons #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #papa emeritus iv #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #ghoul headcanons

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survivalist-anon · 1 month

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Log 6: Fort Dorn

Fort Dorn:

06:00 hrs

Intensive Environment Training Room

Floor -6

Four imperial fists have gone currently for 5 hours planking by their arms and feet in a room that has been designed to reach temperatures of 200° Fahrenheit. Grilled for what had occurred last night.

"So.....you four think you can just sneak out..... pretend to be not just civilians.... MORTAL civilians.", the current chaplain, Aldercon, steadily paced in his armor. "So. Did you boys have a nice drink? In which would be at this point.... quite frankly the biggest waste of your Oolitic kidney's FUCKING TIME.", leans down to Bilhard's face.

Bilhard was doing relatively good, sweating liters of his sweat per second, "SORRY SIR!". His voices shouted.

Raises up, takes a step to Urtus. "You are going to be here just as long as Bilhard is. Do you understand me?".

Urtus was neck and neck to Bilhard. By this point he's matching Bilhard on everything including sweating. "SIR YES SIR!"

"I CAN'T HEAR BOY! THE HEAT MELTED MY FUCKING AUDITORY MODULE AID!", the chaplain shouted.

"SIR YES SIR!", Urtus responded, his voice would have reverberated throughout the room if it weren't for the heating system.

The chaplain moved on to Cahrilo. Leaned right into his face. "....what about you lover boy. FUCKING SATISFIED WITH YOUR SEXUAL SHENANIGANS?!?!".

Cahrilo, doing more than sweating his fluids right out, red in the face trying to keep focus on his plank. Unlike the rest of his brothers, he hadn't trained like this for a while. He also didn't want to answer the loaded question, which ever answer he gave, he would lose for sure. "Ugh"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUVE BORED ME!", by this point the heating room has now gotten on the chaplain's last nerve. He paces to Moors.

".....you're here..... because you stole that United States issued assault tank from that base up in Washington....and decided to modify it.... with spinning rims.", he concluded with a terribly hidden grin.

"Those weakling, yellow bellied welps at that over polished white outhouse didn't deserve 'Edna'.", with absolutely no wasted breath, Moors had just admitted to stealing government property.

This resulted in the other three bursting into uncontrollably laughter but landing in their own boiling sweat puddles.

The chaplain signal's the operator outside of the enhanced two way mirror to shut off the heater. All right that's enough for today, and Moors you're writing a double report for moral misconduct of theft of a military vehicle."

Moors got up, "worth it.", massaging his forearms.

"Hit the showers! You all smell like the nicest part of Nurgle!", Aldercon was done punishing the four marines for the time being. He enters into a small transition chamber where a blue arousal spray coats him. His face scrunches up and he starts spitting. "BLAH! WHY DOES THE DISINFECTANT TASTE LIKE BLACK BARRIES?!? SHA'KAL!", he calls out to the facilities only Salamander apothecary marine.

On the intercom, Sha'kal man's the controls, "It's a new edible formula sir! It's to prevent the others from consuming the original disinfectant.", he has always had everyone's well being in mind. Making sure that everyone, man, marine, animal or vegetable receives the best and safest care.

"WHOS THE NUMBNUTS THATS BEEN LICKING THEMSELVES CLEAN OF DISINFECTANT?!?", he angrily wipes his eyes and mouth. "Also why black barries?! I hate black barries!".

Sha'kal got up from his chair to give Aldercon a towel, "well it was the flavor that won the facility wide voting."

"oh the cruel beauty of democracy.... status report of the morning.", he shakes his head wiping off the fruity liquid.

Taking out a clip board, "well, reserves are well stocked for the month, the parameters of the fort have once again been triple checked and fortifed-"

"Ah good. Just the way I like it. Continue." A smile creeps up Aldercon's face ear to ear, chuffed to hear that so far everything is good.

As he and Aldercon walk through the expansive underground halls containing the day's reports, all forms of activity is occuring. Construction and excavations on the expanding territory of the Imperial Fists continues in full speed. Several Marines keep the place running in full operational standards to a Space Hulk on a much smaller scale.

"-and how is the ugh....what was that project that Ihorn was doing?", Aldercon reluctantly asked.

Sha'kal checked the notes he made in the back of one of the documents, "Oh yes....um the trainable bears. So biological augmentations on the bears have been successful. They've fully adapted to the nutrition supplements and seem to have adopted rather preferable behaviors.", the two of them walk to an enormous elevator shaft fit and strong enough to carry up to several tons worth of equipment.

After a few minutes of more briefing, they finally reach the surface level of the fort. Cleverly disguised as an abandoned farmhouse, the two Astartes march to the tattered barn, where most of the animals the Imperial Fists use for their own purposes.

"Ihorn! How are the bears doing?", he shouts to the shirtless marine.

Ihorn was originally a member of a company of Crimson fists stationed in Cadia for a temporary few decades, than was sent to a death planet. Now is perfectly content with animal training, he's the proud trainer of a team of eight, modified grizzly bears. "Ohoho, good morning Chaplain! Splendidly, look! Petunia is ready to have a litter again!", he proudly shows a gigantic grizzly bear, with a modified power pack permanently attached to the bear's back, tubes running along side her spine, ribs and head.

This was a bear made for the Imperium.

The bear stood up to intimidate the chaplain and Sha'kal. She had a furless bare belly, a side effect of the modifications made to her, slightly larger than normal due to the unnatural pregnancy. She let a low defensive growl.

"now now my sweet girl, you relax and concentrate on the cubs. Come on love.", Ihron takes a small clacker, clicks it a few times, snapping the bear back to its docile self.

Ihorn gives her an apple as a treat, giving her a stead pat in the back, "the girls always need to be spoiled. They perform better and are happier to do so.".

Impressed by the animal mastery Ihron has accomplished, Aldercon now wonders about something else, "The females? Why not the males?".

Giving a pensive thought, "well... I tried the males .....the females would kill and eat them", scratches Petunia behind the ears. "Shame really, I would like to see one fully grown.".

Sha'kal was standing in front of Aldercon in order to protect him from the bear, even if he was wearing an enlarged shirt with combat trousers. "Couldn't have you just, I don't know....not brutality alter this... innocent creature, it is in pain?", he looked at the unsightly handy work of one of the only members of the Adeptus mechanicus the fort had....a skitarii they named "Gibs".

"nonsense, I can tell she's pretty content. I've studied these lovely beasts for decades and she's just as content as a regular bear in captivity. Besides, if ever hear that measley little cord rat hurt any of my animals....I'll squish whatever is left of him.", he checks the power pack to see if it causing any discomfort.

Aldercon looks around at the other animals Ihron keeps in the barn, a few cows, some chickens specifically taken from an industrial farm several miles away and a few emotional support animals like sheep and domestic pigs. "Hmm. I see you're doing a good job. Primarch would be proud of your compassion for these beasts.", he gives him a firm handshake. He can't help but look back at the bear and attempt to intimidate her one last time.

She looked rather bored, until she was able to manipulate the muscles in her snout into a creepy, unnatural grin.

"oH sweet mother of-", he almost grabs his chest.

Ihorn and Sha'kal both laugh, "GOOD GIRL PETUNIA!", he gives her a hug for her little stunt.

Petunia gives a victorious roar, and gives Ihron a lick to the face.

As he continued to giggle, Sha'kal turned to see an unhumored Aldercon. "Oh my bad sir. We were planning that prank for weeks."

With a stern nod of head, "oh brother. Come on, let's continue the briefing".

The both of them leave the and head to the "farm house", as the two squeeze in through the threshold, a covert operation of digital surveillance is under way. As the two marine walk through, members of different chapters contribute to the complex communications system that has been spying the United States and several other countries decades before the FBI or the CIA.

"anything?", Aldercon quietly asked one member of the Ultramarines surveying the movement of the stock exchanges, monetary spending and shockingly enough the cash flow of several other developed nations on a set of 8 monitors. Hyperfocused, the marine just wags his finger 'no'. "Good work", he gives the marine a pat the back.

Walking over to an empty desk, he looks at the neatly kept but rather personalized workspace of the only confirmed Raven Guard in the country.

Letting out a deep disappointed sigh, "where is he?", he turns to see several members stop and look at the desk. Some of them silently nodding or gesturing uncertainty. "Has anyone here seen Wick?".

Giving a clarify cough, "um I believe he went 'to the field ', at least that's how he worded it to me.".

Aldercon is no stranger to rebellious behavior. When he first appeared on Earth around a hundred and twenty years ago, he had at several points been married, has had children and watched them grow up throughout their stages of life. He is certain this is one of those times, however a human teenage son is one thing, a fully grown adult Astartes fresh from his time as a neophyte is a completely different matter of frustration. "I see.....well ....did he keep his tracking system on?"

One of the fist's working on GPS tracking searches for Wick's location. "Ah yes, he is currently in Nevada."

He takes a double take, "WHAT?!"

The fist looks at the data on Wick's location. "Hmm...he's on the move but he is in government airspace."

Cupping his hands to his temples, massaging away the pent up frustrations he had just built up. "Can things get ANY more complicated?"

"3 Boogies at 12 o'clock sir. Heading to the north side of the wall.", one of the other Marines announces.

"oh goodie....the sons of Russ.... just in for a visit.", he isn't much better hearing this.

"wait they have a civilian with them", suddenly he feels the room's tone change from tense to dangerous.

Seething with rage, one rule Aldercon has been strict on enforcing is the restricted access of the Fort to moral humans. ".....Ssssssssteeeennnnnnnnnn......". He leaves fuming.

"oh dear, Aldercon please calm down!", Sha'kal runs after the chaplain in hopes he doesn't kill anyone on the way to the wall.

The room stood quite, with nothing but the beeps and pings of the monitors. All of them had gone right back to work.

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As the trees past the four us, with the wind on my face and the careful dodging of branches, it felt like I was flying. I couldn't believe this was happening. Not only the cabin, but a pack of mysterious space soldiers? Forget about the inheritance money, this beats that any day!

However, I should be a little more careful with being caught up in this, I barely know these men. For all I know they could be making it up ...the more I think about it, the more I wonder why all this? Was this something I genuinely deserved? What if something else happens?

The trio stop, Sten smells the air, trying to pick up a sent. "this way.", he points his body to the direction of the mountain range nearby. As the pack continues, I have a sudden nagging feeling crawl up my spine.

"wait, you guys said this was a fort right?", I ask loudly as the brushing of leaves slightly drowns my voice out.

Fjord, practically prancing in the brush, "yes lass! It's an Imperial Fist fort! Best in the business and probably filled to the brim with traps! It's gonin to be fun!".

"Ay, are you daft!? The girl is with us, and she doesn't have any armor! Unless she's some covert Battle Sister I say we be careful.", As Toke dodged a branch, he tossed one on to what looked like a safe clearing but was actually a huge automatic trap.

I began to worry, I didn't care if these guys were heavily armored or if I didn't know them, I just didn't want them getting hurt.

"tis all right Lorey, we will keep you safe. I won't let any harm come to you.", I could feel Sten's grip adjusting to secure me. The fact he carried me here was a feat in it's own.

Their pace slowed down and soon we reached a concrete wall. This was bigger than anything current military fencing, it just looked like a thick, eerie wall. I could see graffiti and posters scattered throughout. "What the....who...built this?", I could imagine the workforce that took the time to do it.

"well, it looks we're going up!", Toke had pressed a few buttons on his arms, switching on a set of claws on his gauntlets.

Sten placed me down gently to do the same, "my dear, you will have to climb up onto my back, I have switched off the power pack so the exhaust ports do not burn you.".

I it was only now I noticed the jetpack on his back, it looked like it had little let engines on it, I climbed up and held tight. "Well, ugh...you guys are going to climb the wall, shouldn't you guys have a rope or something?".

Fjord chuckled a little, "no lass, we can handle this little obstacle all on our own.", enabling his own set of claws, the three had made a running start to the Wall's surface. All ready clearing 10 feet up the concrete barrier.

Suddenly, someone shouts from the other side.

"HAULT! PASSWORD!", the voice commanded.

No one knew what to say or do.....I had begun to worry.

"YOUR MOTHER!", unsurprisingly Fjord had the perfect response.

The sound of scuffling metal plating quickly making it's way to the top, loud exacerbated huffing and a yellow helmet peaking furiously from the top.

"PASSWORD REJECTED!", the yellow armored man then pointed a shockingly large gun at Fjord. The second the trigger was fired, that same horrifying blast erupted from the barrel like a high-speed rocket. Nearly hitting Fjord.

Dodging with unnatural grace and speed, Fjord quickly climbed up before and tackled the guard, both falling back behind the wall.

Judging from the time it took to hear a THUD, they may have fell rough 25 feet down.

I was still recovering from the shots fired, I turn to see a crater on the side of the wall where Fjord had dodged what I assumed was a missile. "FJORD! Oh crap is he ok?!".

Toke and Sten quicken their pace up the wall.

"Do not worry about him, the fall will knock some sense in him.", Toke clawed at the concrete.

As soon as the three have reached the top of the wall, we were met with several of them pointing guns at our direction....and one big furious looking guy with greyed hair was staring daggers at us.

"STEN! YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP WITH THAT MORTAL CIVILIAN HERE AND I WILL PUT YOUR IDIOT BROTHER DOWN!", he points to Fjord pinned down to the ground by two other Marines, trying to bite their hands.

Sten and Toke had locked it up.

"You know just as well as I do that killing another Astartes is not deeply frowned upon, and in our current circumstance....an act of heresy on its own!", Sten stood his ground, but I can tell he was trying to cooperate.

I was starting to feel guilty for being in this mess, "Sten what's going on?".

"Do not fret, Aldercon is just a little more cautious than the rest of us ....", he tried to assure me, however I've been in enough situations to know that stare of his had a history.

End of Log 6

@kit-williams @barn-anon

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #survival log #imperial fists #space marine #space marines #space marine husbandry sentience

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hirocimacruiser · 4 months

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Pit Road M 6G72 engine packages.

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torque 88. 7kg-m

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M H cross section connecting rod 2 Trust TD-06SL2・20G 8cm²

Trust waste gate S×2

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HKS Twin Power

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At boost pressure 1.8kgf/cm²

Power 750ps

Torque....85.2kg-m

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M Camshaft IN66/EX66

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MH section connecting rod

Trust wastegate type c x2

Trust T88・33D-18cm² x 1

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thunderwetter · 27 days

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TF Alt Mode Headcanon!

Been a while since I just put an HC out here hehe

Transformers have different sensitivities in their different modes. When they transform, their sensory systems get rerouted, so a part that might have been sensitive before will not be anymore and vice versa.

For example a mech with doorwings would usually have no issue moving them, like sure some parts are a bit sensitive to the touch, but generally if they hit them against a wall it's not gonna hurt much and be a very local sensation. Imagine hitting your shoulder on a door frame. However if they are in alt mode and someone slams their door shut, they will feel that through their whole body. Imagine someone punching your sternum, you'd feel that in your whole ribcage bc of the way your bones connect. Same for that bot.

I imagine their heads are less sensitive while they are tucked away inside their machinery to prevent the vibrations etc from maneuvering in their alt mode to be painful.

For triple changers like Blitzwing, I can imagine this to be really useful and crucial to their functionality, in jet mode he'd have to be sensitive to stuff like airflow, while as a tank he would have to be pretty resilient and pain-resistant.

#transformers #transformers headcanons #thunderwave tf verse #transformers sfw #alt modes

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brandwhorestarscream · 4 months

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Reincarnation au

1-I don't know many versions of breakdown, but he 100% had the tfe and Tfp versions (preferably twins)

2-What would the situation be like with the TFA blitzwing' alters/system?

1. Yes absolutely. Sweet and timid little G1 Breakdown and his crazy rambunctious twin boys that act more like their uncles Motormaster and Drag Strip 🤭 he's got his hands full for sure

2. As for TFA Blitzwing... that's a tough one. I can see it going one of two ways. First option is that he's born as a normal sparkling with just the one face, the way he was before being turned into a triple changer. As it's not his natural state, it would make sense for his spark and mind to completely revert when he's reborn. He could, maybe, have some sort of mental disorder due to the experimentation, possibly developing split personality disorder or possibly even schizophrenia, making him struggle with perceiving reality and himself. I do say that as a strong maybe, cuz I don't think I'm qualified to really speak on the matter. If anyone with experience would like to give their two-cents, please do. Alternatively, the three of them could be born as triplets, with Icy, Hothead, and Random each having their own separate body and the freedom to do as they please. Icy would exclusively be a jet, Hothead exclusively a tank, and Random has both in proper triple changer fashion

Thoughts?

#reincarnation au #blitzwing

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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years

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Ceasefire Au Part 3

Bee thinks Blitzwing gets crushed under some rubble. Now complete with embarrassing scribble✨

Prepare yourselves for some major Blitzbee fluff. Hooooo boy, does it get gay.

💕Warnings in the tags (but no actual serious content warnings I don’t think, so I don’t suppose there are any triggers worth checking them for)

(But just in case)

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Blitzwing flinched awake at the clatter of tumbling concrete across his wingstruts. His optics opened to total dark, surrounding him in every direction. It took all of a klik for his system to reboot and stream the last 10 seconds of consciousness straight to his processor.

Bumblebee had been about to be crushed under a building, collapsing inward after Blitzwing’s crashing through it. Why the Bug insisted on fighting so close at his side when he’d warned him time and time again something like this could happen was infuriating.

Regardless, the triple changer had scrambled to his pedes, unable to recover from his rough landing quite yet, and could do little more than move to push the bot out of the way, or shield him entirely with his massive body. He was thankful he had enough processing power in that disorienting moment to avoid risking the latter, in case something managed to pierce his plating, however unlikely an Earth made product could actually accomplish that.

He’d pushed him instead and took the brunt of the falling rubble on his wings and shoulders. Feeling himself pinned beneath for all of a blink before he was left unconscious.

Awake now and happy to see he was as impenetrable a force as any Cybertronian death machine, war tank should be, Blitzwing began to free himself. Shifting and twisting until the final layer of wreckage was a thin strip above his helm and a single push off and away from him with a single servo.

Freed, despite the debris cluttered about his mid thigh and pedes, Blitzwing stretched tall and extended his wings behind him to test their sensitivity.

Everything was in perfect condition. As it should be.

But then a familiar little gasp from somewhere below brought that inescapable dread back to the pit of his tanks.

Had Bumblebee been hit?! Had he failed to push him far enough away!?

He frantically looked down to find a yellow ball, curled up at the edge of the rubble, looking utterly exhausted at his own two servos.

“Bumblebee!” Blitzwing shouted far louder than necessary. He broke a pede free and swung his thigh clear out of the pile that’d formed around him. In one giant step, he swooped down to reach for his wounded companion and bring him in close. The knot forming in his chest near painful.

Bee didn’t protest, clinging weakly to the large servo closing over his flimsy waist and hoisting him away from the mess below.

At optic level, Blitzwing looked his backstrut over first, already hailing Ratchet on his comm line, when that silly little horned helm snapped up with blazing blue optics and a furious little frown.

“Bumble-“

“You could have been killed, you idiot!”

Blitzwing stalled a moment, wondering what he’d missed in the last few moments before he’d been knocked out that’d make the other say such a thing, before he realized-

“....From... what?.... From a building?”

How about ‘no’?

The closest he’d ever come to offlining was with spark chamber filling with nitrogen from his own busted fuel lines, nearly drowning him from the inside out. Which Astortrain had gotten a kick out of later when Hook had announced he’d officially survived the ordeal.

A falling building, though? One only a few hundred feet taller than himself? He’d had a shuttle fall on him. Primus, he’d been strangled by a Six Changer and lived through that easily enough with the help of his naturally dense armor.

And here Bee was, looking dangerously close to watery optics, thinking he’d been dead.

Blitzwing’s spark did a summersault.

“Jou insult me.” He said then, as aloofness was infinitely more manageable than a proper kiss to the little sweetspark’s reddening cheeks.

“Good! You insulted me first by almost dying!”

“Zat vouldn’t have done more zen knock me unconscious for a few moments-“

“Dude, that’s not good! Your processor needs to be checked!”

“I’ve commed for Ratchet. Vunce he’s checked jou out, I’ll have him look at my processor.” He joked, as it was clearly nothing as simply as that. Even having the audacity to roll his optics and sigh.

Bumblebee was practically shaking. Absolutely outraged by his attitude of the whole thing- of taking an entire building on for him like it was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Bumblebee had stopped caring ages ago what kind of stress their new war frame companions could and couldn’t significantly more successfully handle than them.

“Check me!? You’re the one that got hurt, BlitzBrain!”

“Not hardly.” The other snorted, and turned his helm up and away. ‘Unbothered’.

He made to put the little minibot down on his stabilizers to prove to him then that he could walk around without processor lag when two little palms shot out, quick as lightening, and cupped him round the cheeks.

Blitzwing jolted, opening his mouth to throw more half sparked reassurances at the worrisome bot that this little incident had been no big deal when a warm mouth deftly closed over it.

He jerked, unconsciously rushing to arrange the little mech in his arms better, as the fear of dropping him from his now lagging processor was very real and very probable.

Bee held on, sinking his tiny little digits into sensitive seams as leverage to push himself up into the kiss. The kiss Blitzwing couldn’t have prepared himself for with a million astro-seconds of warning. Deep and urgent.

He made a noise he wasn’t proud of, especially when it reverberated loudly as Bumblebee chose that very moment to pull away.

“B-Bee, I- slag, I-I...”

Then those soft, courageous lips began to pepper themselves over every inch of exposed faceplate. Choosing stretches of soft dermamesh in every direction to adorn with his affections, no particular pattern to his fevered kisses leaving several spots kissed twice.

Blitzwing’s wingstruts fanned themselves in quick short bursts. An instinctual effort to relief their tension from the plating in his back and shoulders from where he’d gone stiff against the assault of kisses. Trying to redirect any undue pressure from his delicate hinges back there.

It still looked as utterly ridiculous as any thousand foot war machine, flickering his wings like a giant dragonfly would. Only the light catching on the metal brought a flash across their glimmering surface in the most alluring way to any wandering, welcoming optics -and served as a dangerous warning to any interested parties to back off.

This was his catch wrapped up in his servos, kissing on him. So, back off or lose a limb.

His. His.

“Oh, Spark.” Bumblebee mumbled in absolute exhaustion against Blitzwing’s lower lip. Sounding completely defeated, helpless even.

“Blitz- baby, I thought you were a goner.”

Yesss. All his.

He forced himself to find his vocalizer long enough to ease the little bot so broken and tired, held close in his arms.

“I’m sturdier zan jour puny little frame, Bug. I can easily take on a building.”

“But your wing only just healed. Again!” Bee pulled his helm away, still clinging to his collar with both hands, and looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes Blitzwing had thought he’d only ever see on Sari.

“They must have hurt so bad!”

Blitzwing struggled not to kiss him stupid and happy again right there. Worrying about his safety, worrying about his wings- having bothered to learn more explicitly about their delicate nature enough to know they needed special treatment.

Having been the bot not so long ago to offer them such with a careful massage.

This little Autobot...

“Zhey feel much better now.” He murmured. A gentle rumble in his chest from his fluctuating engine made the words a bit more huskier sounding than calming. Bee didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“And I’m safe -zat’s all zat matters, hm?”

Bumblebee clearly disagreed, if the little pout and sad, glowing optics were anything to go by.

That he thought nuzzling up under Blitzwing’s chin and kissing about his jawline was the only satisfying solution for such was just fine with the triple changer. Even titling his helm this way and that for the substantially smaller bot to reach every bit of untouched faceplate he could.

Melting from spark to toe-pede in the fervent kisses along his sensor rich dermamesh.

“Ehem.” Somebot somewhere awkwardly reset their vocalizer, and Blitzwing and his doting little nurse were stopped frozen in place. Slowly turning to address the wide pairs of optics in varying stages of disbelief and resignation looking their way. Having stood there in a frigid horror to watch the show, apparently.

Megatron, having wrestled Optimus clear of fallen debris finally, was stood at the little bot’s side looking a hundred years late to recharge.

“Well, this complicates things.....” He drawled, causing Blitzwing to unconsciously flinch.

But the little firetruck looked significantly more distressed, seeming transfixed on the yellow minibot bundled up in the arms of thousands of tonnes of deadly war machine, waiting with silent terror as to whether his smallest teammate would be safely released back down or torn apart with a single servo. Unable to make sense of the scene before him just yet.

Blitzwing did put Bee down then, if only to keep the peace, and was rewarded with a more surprised and curious than concerned looking Optimus. Seemingly coming to his own realization then that Blitzwing might sooner tear out his own tcog than assault his naive, most vulnerable crew mate.

Two leaders of two separate factions looking surprisingly amenable to the current circumstances down. Now two giant mecha of muscle and stature -their closest companions, in fact- to go.

Blitzwing nervously locked optics with Lugnut, who’d practically lost his jaw off its hinges in total awe of the sight. Of his cruel, indifferent, icy companion sinking into a puddle under the lavish heat of a delicate mouth around his colored cheekplates.

Slag....

Then the bomber plane began to speak in a hurried panic.

“Ah- uh- Per- Perhaps it does not complicate things so much, Glorious Leader!” He bellowed, stumbling over his words.

“You are aware of how impulsive we Decepticons can be in the heat of battle!”

Of how most all war frames were eager to make questionable... ‘recreational’ decisions after the thrill of fight had failed to leave their overtaxed systems. Wired by design to fulfill the urges of an adrenaline rush through whatever satisfying measures necessary. Sometimes with more fighting, sometimes with more ‘accommodating’ means of stimulation.

Optimus seemed to be aware, if his own flushing cheekpkates meant anything. And Blitzwing would love to know what that was about.

Blitzwing chose not to elaborate then how uneventful having a building topple him over had been as opposed to the actual, dangerous combat moments before it, and what that accurately, did in fact, do to his overcharged systems. The other war frames knew perfectly well that was the case already, and that Lugnut was trying to save face for him -sweet- in front of their abnormally vacant leader.

When silence followed uncomfortably loudly in Lugnut’s delirious place, Bulkhead simply sighed.

“...I guess I saw it coming....”

And that struck a nerve.

“You did not!” Bumblebee screeched this unholy thing, high and strained enough to burst even Blitzwing’s audials from all the way up there.

But that did mean they had two more bots willing to accept this forsaken union. In their own way....

“Well, I did.” Prowl snipped, coming up from behind the pair. They turned to see him, his visor cracked in places and his claws a bit dulled.

“You did not!” Bee shouted again, whipping a finger out and stomping after him when he slipped between the couple. Either more certain he could do more damage to him than Bulkhead, who was four times his size, or simply more spurred on by their endless bickering to risk another of Prowl’s crushing headlocks to ensure himself the proper respect.

“You’ve been staring after him anytime he leaves the room for the last Quartex.”

“I- Fr- B- I- I do not! Prowl, you tree hugging-“

Blitzwing took that opportunity to look back towards their gathering audience once more -not the least bit surprised Ratchet had excused himself entirely after Megatron had said his piece- to reassess his leaders.

The little Prime was watching with hooded optics, seemingly unbothered by this startlingly new revelation any longer, and observing his teammates rush at each other’s throats, as causally as if it were any other day back at base.

Megatron, to Blitzwing’s momentary confusion, was more focused on discreetly scanning the little mech below for any excess damage.

He decided not to look into why that was, as deniability would make it far easier to ignore what had so evidently been possessing them all as of late when it came to these rambunctious little civil frames.

It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one so affected by a cute little mech with big, bright eyes, though.

———————-

They kind of gettin’ official now 😭 I mean the mouth kissing is one thing, but coupled with the special wing treatment last time... There’s no denying in Blitzwing’s overclocked processor that these two are getting serious.

You know what isn’t serious? Whatever threat I previously, vaguely imagined for this AU to exist. Thank God I never established what that was. That’d be too much writing.

Also I made this like hours after posting>>>

Just make him take it Bee boy

#Blitzbee #Bumbleblitz #Kissing -Doting -Blushing -and Fluff #False injuries #Mention of war frame culture involving vague but obvious adult themes #I stand before you all today to baby a whole aft war machine again #Tfa Blitzwing #Tfa bumblebee #Transformers Animated #Tfa implied Megop #Vague as all fck ceasefire AU #I mean So vague that I’m putting this here where no one will ever see it #That Megatron has been kissing on Optimus since the moment he’d agreed to a ceasefire to join their forces #And only agreed in the first place because he’d been thinking this little firetruck was lookin too fine #Sometimes Blackarachnia swings by in this AU to drink their Energon and enjoy the the soft seats in the Autobot’s warehouse #I actually DO have an idea of the threat- it’s an alien threat and I have a backstory for it but not the brain power to make it make sense #I love you guys -I love this fandom -Thanks for reading #Ceasefire Au

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hello op i have never heard of blitzwing before but i am very curious, would you mind telling us about them? maybe if you're worried it would be unfair you can tell us about their competitor too?

okay okay so I'll allow myself ONE Blitzwing propaganda post, but I'll put it under the cut in case anyone wants to avoid my personal bias :3c

So Blitzwing is my wonderful special boy I love him a lot okay SO he's from Transformers, and is a Decepticon (aka the bad guys in most universes), and is something called a "triple changer". While most transformers have a robot mode and vehicle mode, triple changers get a robot mode and TWO vehicle modes. (Blitzy can turn into a plane OR a tank!)

So in most other Transformers media he's got a pretty basic personality, but the version featured here is specifically from Transformers Animated, where they did a really interesting twist on the "triple changer" trope,

So Blitzwing has three different "faceplates" that he switches between, and for the most part they're all referred to by just "Blitzwing", though they all have different appearances and nicknames of "Hothead" "Icy" and "Random", shown in order in this image:

So I'm sure you can already guess why people are nominating them, this is verrry plural energy. (especially since it's nice how there isn't any """original""" face, they're all treated as equally Blitzwing) The body is the same but the faces and personalities change.

Even if you don't view it as a full system like someone with DID, it still leans heavily into the dissociative spectrum; like I really really like interpreting his faceplates as being strong manifested coping mechanisms. Like I really enjoy Hothead being the "protector" mental state, so on and so forth. And yes I'm self projecting because I have a verrry similar coping mechanism, sue me.

It's definitely not PERFECT rep in canon, I know I was actually offput at first because I thought "Great another negative DID stereotype played off for laughs", a big thing they do is have Icy or Hothead say something, and then Random cut in with a witty one-liner and it's supposed to be a "haha laugh at the crazy bot" type of thing :/

But the fandom really turned me around by portraying him in a much better light, especially when others have taken him and acknowledged that his personalities probably manifested from a place of trauma and giving each of his faceplates a lot of depth and emotional value. I've read some really really good fics treating his faceplates with a lot of respect and really made me fall in love with the character!

It's also nice because even though far from perfect in canon, he subverts the evil trope in a sense. Yeah he's a villain, but he's a villain regardless of if he had 3 faceplates or not, he's not a villain BECAUSE of his identities. He doesn't have an """evil""" alter which is great. They're all assholes (affectionate)

tl;dr: He's funky and has 3 distinct personalities and I care them all so so much and also am biased because I have a fictional crush

#misc #blitzwing #asks #spark-lapis #okay I have allowed myself my ONE propaganda post thank you for letting me infodump KJBSDJKGBSDJK #in case it wasnt obvious i really like TFA and the character Im using as my lil persona is from the same show #jetfire's blitzwing propaganda

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Russia accelerates manufacture of Su-57 Felon fighters

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 19/07/2023 - 16:00in Military

Russia plans to increase deliveries of fifth-generation fighters to its armed forces, said Russian Prime Minister Mikhail Mishustin.

“It is planned to increase deliveries of fifth-generation fighters,” the head of the Russian government told a coordination council to meet the needs of the Russian armed forces on Tuesday.

He said that one of the board's priorities is to ensure that the state's purchase order is being implemented on time.

"For example, at the end of next month, aircraft manufacturers delivered another batch of new Su-35S aircraft to the ministry of defense. More aircraft are already being manufactured,” he added.

In addition, the prime minister added that Uralvagonzavod had already delivered its scheduled batch of T-90M Proryv and T-72BZM tanks.

"The company gained a considerable boost last year, more than tripling its production in the reported period. The armored vehicles they manufacture are particularly necessary to fulfill the tasks of the special military operation," he said.

The Su-57 (Felon by NATO classification) is a multifunctional fifth-generation Russian fighter designed to destroy all types of air, ground and surface targets. The aircraft has a supersonic cruising speed, intra-fuselage weapons, radio absorption equipment (a "stealth" technology), as well as the newest equipment on board. The intellectualization of the Su-57 systems allows them to assume part of the functions of the pilots, including piloting and preparation for the use of weapons.

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I don’t normally post things on here, but since I know some folks get worried about a lack of activity from me, I just wanted to let y’all know I’m going to be…busy for the next week or two thanks to the ransomware attack on Hillcrest systems across the nation, whom I work for as a scribe.

Everything is on lockdown electronically which makes everything actually hell. Patient’s safety is at risk in more ways than one and that asshole hacker is making already overworked and underpaid medical staff EVEN MORE overwhelmed. I’m so fucking mad. Why can’t this shit happen to some big mega billionaire corporation? Why healthcare? This country’s system is rough enough on both patients and healthcare workers as is, why make it worse for everyone?!

Can’t order medications without manually writing out each and every one of them and faxing them, can’t order labwork or imaging or make referrals without manually writing each and every one them out and faxing them, we can’t even chart (not like I have time to with my doctor’s style) so I’m just scribbling down changes so I can make proper charts later once this whole mess has been taken care of. Essentially triple the work with no additional pay for it.

On top of it EVERYONE is scared about how the system was breached. Even I am, and I don’t go freaking anywhere with my laptop. Delilah stays at home where she’s hooked up to a password protected wifi and has an absolute tank of an antivirus software that makes her lag for 3 hours. I don’t hardly ever check my email let alone open any new mail. I rarely ever use Delilah to even browse here! I use my phone! But you never know until the source has been traced! It could be anyone, which means could be you, and my anxious butt REALLY doesn’t like that.

And these are just my gripes as a paranoid, overwhelmed, crybaby $10-12/hr scribe (idk if I ever got that $2 raise) with just the added work, but it makes me incredibly upset and stressed about how this will effect our patients. Most of my clinic’s patients are elderly and have problem lists and medication sheets a mile long. Our ERs and hospitals have to divert patients to other hospitals. People are going to die from this ransomware attack on our system. These kinds of delays will kill someone and it’s just heart dropping.

Like, healthcare having shitty overwhelming work hours is essentially part of the territory of working in healthcare. You go home tired and feeling like shit but are happy to know that your 99 year old patient is still kicking and lively and has all their marbles to have enjoyed their golden years and probably a few more to go. But having someone outside of our system disrupt our ability to deliver proper care to patients is just…it’s rough.

I know I’m only a scribe, but I’m my old doctor’s eyes and hands, I make the prescriptions and labs and referrals on his behalf; I’m working with his nurse on what diagnoses codes we need to work with to help insurance be more willing to cover for procedures; they feel like my patients too… It’s… distressing… Knowing all we can do is just hang on and try our best… I just hope it’s enough. I hope it’s only a week. Just a week. God I hope it’ll only last a week.

Anyway, if I suddenly cease any activity over the next 2 week, I’m not dead. I just will be wishing I was while attempting to keep this computer-less system somewhat working or at least organized until the computer system is back.

#Why won’t my phone let me post this damn thing without adding tags? Here! Take it! Take the damn tag now tumblr! Just let me post.

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"One In The Same"

A TFA Blitzwing x Mech!reader

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Chapter 13: Breaking the Enigma

Blitzwing sat in his cell with a stoic expression, hiding the fact that deep down inside, he was absolutely terrified for me. He knows he can help. He knows how to dismantle the very thing that's hurting me. Yet, just like with Megatron, he wouldn't be able to.

He felt helpless.

"Blitzwing?" Ratchet said as he entered the brig.

"How is he?" Blitzwing asked.

"He's in Stasis Lock right now on spark support." Ratchet said with a pained expression. "His internal temperatures are... almost fatally high. His cooling systems can't keep up and... it's only a matter of time before his spark goes out."

"No..." Blitzwing whispered as he slumped on the floor, and, for the first time in a long time, he quietly began to weep. Fluid fell from his optics and to the floor, his spark practically shattering in his chassis. "Zis is all my fault..."

"It isn't."

"But it is!" Blitzwing snapped. "Shockwave and I were both key figures in the Enigma Program. And now? I'm responsible for what's happening to him." The then swapped to his Hothead persona, and his wings violently shook on his back as he tried to contain his anger. "AND ZAT STUPID ELITE GUARD FRAGGER WONT LET ME HELP!" He slammed his cuffed fists into the wall, leaving behind a massive dent. "Zey won't let me help, and now he's going to die because of me!"

"No, he won't." Ratchet said as he went to the cell control panel and lowered the barrier. He then freed Blitzwing from the stasis cuffs and motioned for him to follow, the now slightly puzzled mech following the medic to the med bay.

"Von't you be put in ze stockades for zis?" His Icy persona asked.

"Look, desperate times come desperate measures." Ratchet said. "And when it comes to...a bot, I consider a son. I'll do anything for him."

The pair entered the med bay, and Blitzwing could feel his spark drop to his tanks at the condition I was in. My colors were pale and almost completely gone, my optics were shut, my vents clicking with each strained intake of air assisted by spark support. I was on the verge of death.

"Blitzwing," Ratchet said, pulling the triple changer from his fixation to look at him. In the medic's servos was a cortical psychic patch cable in excellent condition. "I have this."

"Zis vill work." He said.

"What exactly does it do?" Ratchet asked. "I never had the chance to work with these."

"In essence, I will be able to enter his mind through this and hopefully be able to deactivate Enigma." Blitzwing said.

"What makes you think it will help?"

"Enigma was designed to be a superweapon, the perfect Decepticon." Blitzwing said. "But... despite me playing a role in its creation, I never knew vhat Megatron planned on doing with it."

"You didn't know anything? At all?"

"No, I simply created the battle protocols. I assumed he wanted a drone similar to the autotroopers." Blitzwing explained. "Primus, was I wrong."

"Why did you side with the Decepticons?" Ratchet asked.

"It seemed like the right thing to do at the time." Blitzwing said as he hooked up one end of the patch to the back of my helm. "But... when the war started to really heat up, Megatron showed his true colors. I tried to leave and go into hiding, but... Megatron found out and had me sent... sent to her."

"Who?"

"Blackarachnia." He shuddered. "She... she was the one who turned me from a flyer to a triple changer. And since then, i... I've been too afraid to challenge him or to run away until recently."

"What made you turn?" Blitzwing paused a moment and glanced over to my frame with a softening expression.

"It was something he said to me." Blitzwing said. "He said zat Megatron can only control me vith fear for so long. He was right, and since he gave me freedom, I shall undo my greatest mistake." He looked down at Ratchet with a strange flicker of blue in his optics for a brief moment before returning to crimson. "Do not allow anyone to disconnect the path prematurely. It will cause serious processor damage."

"I'll do what I can." Ratchet said. "Just... please bring Y/D back safely. I'm taking a great risk with this."

"I am too." Blitzwing sat on the floor and connected the patch, his frame stiffening and his optics going blank.

His consciousness was transported into my mind, which looked like it was covered in shattered shards of mirror scattered across a black void.

'Y/D?' He called out, his voice echoing in the void.

'Ohohoho!' His Random persona giggled as it materialized next to him. 'It's like one of those human fun houses!'

' SHUT IT YOU ADDLED BRAINED IDIOT!' His Hothead persona barked as it appeared on the other side. 'WE NEED TO FIND Y/D AND ENIGMA!'

'And then turn Enigma into a servo salad?' Random cackled.

'AND BREAK IT INTO TINY PIECES!'

'Zen let's go!' Ranom giggled.

'Hold on.' Blitzwing said, silencing his two ther personas. 'Do you hear that?' The other two heard quiet sobbing somewhere in the void, the trio quickly running through the shards and following the sound.

The crying grew louder and louder until they saw me hunched over with a massive figure looming over me like a shadow, wires and cables slowly creeping and attaching to my frame like tendrils of a sickening creature, each time they made contact with my frame I would let out a cry of pain.

'Y/D!'Blitzwing called out to me, my helm whipping around to reveal 4 sets of optics, each pair a different color.

'GET AWAY!' I cried out, my voice sounding like 4 speaking at once. 'DON'T HURT ME! I DONT WANT TO BE HURT! PLEASE! NO MORE!'

'Y/D, it's me.' Blitzwing said gently as he continued to approach, more and more details of my now drastically changed form coming into view. I had multiple arms, my helicopter blades were split into 3 separate sets of rotars, my legs were twisted and tangled in the wire, and cabling of the distorted figure that towered above. 'Everything will be okay now.'

'NO! YOURE JUST ANOTHER CREATION OF HIS!' I cried at him and his personas. 'YOU ARENT REAL! NONE OF THIS IS REAL!'

'I'm real.' He said as he knelt down and framed my face with his servo. 'It's me, Blitzwing.'

'Blit... Blitzy?' I whimpered.

'Yes, it's me, my dear. I'm here to help you.'

'I... I'm scared!'

'I know. But I need you to stay calm, okay?'

'Get... get me out of this.' I sobbed. 'It... it hurts!'

'I know your processor cannot handle this much data, and it is causing it to malfunction. What did you do?"

'I... I tried to save Enigma.' I said.

'Zat explains a lot.' Random said only to get whacked by Hothead.

'SHUT IT YOU STUPID DOOFUS!' Hothead barked.

'Yeesh, someone needs a stasis nap.' Random cackled.

'Both of you quit it.' Blitzwing growled, silencing the two instantly. 'Y/D, do you know how you tried to save Enigma?'

'I... I tried merging him with me.' I said. 'I... it hurts so much!'

'I know my love, Enigma contains a lot of compressed data that has spilled out of its proper files. It's why it's attacking you right now.'

'That... that thing is Enigma?' I asked as yet another cable wrapped around me and dug into my frame.

'It's Enigma's defense protocol.' He said. 'It was designed to keep bots from rummaging around without the proper access. I can disable the defenses, but I need you to do something that I would never ask you to do unwillingly.'

'Wh... what is it?'

'I need you to allow direct access into your core consciousness, your spark.'

'I... but wouldn't that hurt you?' Blitzwing grabbed one of the sets of servos and held it between his own, his forehelm pressing against mine with a soft sigh.

'I can handle it.' He said.

'Are... are you sure?'

'Positive.'

'How... how do you know this?'

Blitzwing hesitated and gently ran a thumb down cheek.

'I... I was partially responsible for creating Enigma.' He said. 'The battle protocols at least, which is what is destroying you right now.' He hung his helm and tried desperately to contain his emotions. 'I... I would understand if you... you don't trust me now that you know or... or you'd hate me.'

'I can't hate you, Blitzwing.' I said as I tilted his helm up, another cable embedding itself into me. 'I can never hate you for doing what you thought was right. I trust you.'

'Then stay still, and relax.'

Outside of the patch, Ratchet was keeping a close optic on our vitals when a certain Elite Guard entered with weapons drawn and a snarl on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Sentinel snapped.

"Saving my son!"

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Tankiste on Gas Alert - ARS

This is an impression of a French tank crewman on gas alert, equipped with an ARS gas mask. One may see this style of uniform on tankiste in a sector that has had threats of gas attack, or in their tank if a gas attack has begun.

The Appareil Respiratoire Spécial Modèle 1917, or ARS, was a canister style gas mask issued out to the French Army in late 1918. It would become the primary gas mask of the French Army with the M2 gas mask continuing to serve in a secondary role. Often tankiste would be seen wearing both the M2 gas mask and ARS gas mask in their respective tins. The rectangular M2 tin would be worn on the front left side of the belt while the cylindrical ARS tin was worn bandolier style on either side of the shoulder depending on user preference. The ARS was fairly advanced for its time taking inspiration and lessons learned from previous French gas masks as well as captured German canister gas masks. The faceblank is made primarily of rubberized cloth backed with a sheet of cloth boiled in linseed oil. The lens assembly consists of a rubber panel sewn onto the faceblank with the two celluloid lenses placed on it. On the interior of the gas mask is a near revolutionary component with variants and derivatives of the concept still seen on contemporary gas masks - the Tissot Deflector. This piece was primarily made of rubberized cloth and when the user inhales, air passes through the canister into the Tissot Deflectors which is aimed upwards onto the inside of the celluloid lenses, acting as an active lens anti-fog system. When the user exhales, the air passes through a hole in the center of the assembly and through the exhale valve. All seams on the faceblank are reinforced and made airtight with rubber cement and the peripheral seal is made from a roll of the facepiece's fabric sewn in place.

The head harness is similar to the one seen on the M2B, with the top and neck straps made in elastic. Like the M2 gas mask, the ARS was produced in three sizes. The canister itself is a triple layered 42 mm threaded example featuring, from thread to filter, charcoal and soda ash, charcoal, and impregnated gauze pads, respectively.

The ARS was carried in a cylindrical reinforced tin. Instructions for using the mask can be found on the inside of the can's lid. This ARS example specifically is a refurbished hodge-podge consisting of both original WW1 and WW2 components. The faceblank and harness system is from a WW1 ARS while the canister components are from a WW2 example. Likewise, the tin itself is a WW2 tin with original paint and round instruction panel while the straps and horizon blue cover are WW1 pattern. WW1 tins had octagonal instruction panels. Unfortunately it is quite rare to find a Great War dated ARS in wearable condition and remaining examples shouldn't be worn and instead preserved for the sake of history.

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Triple Changers

Triple Changers are far and few, but they exists. There will be tl;drs on the sections with warnings.

Enjoy

Disclaimer: this is a fan continuity and doesn't fully align with canon(mild spoilers for my fan cont.)

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Known Triple Changers:

Overlord - A cruel disloyal deception with a hidden soft spot no one can find. tank and jet (he/they/it)

Astrotain - A hardworking joyful train conductor who is loyal to the Deception cause. spaceship and train (he/they)

Blitzwing - He rather be at bed then in a meeting. jet and tank (he/she)

Tankor/Octane - Jumpy mech who is very friendly, avoids Overlord like the plage. tank* and airplane (he/tank)

Broadside - The moody yet somewhat chill. jet and aircraft carrier (he/it)

Sandstorm - A small quiet mech who is really loyal. jet* and jeep (she/he)

Soundless - A mute Soundwave clones with a special connection with Cosmos. space station and jet (it/its)

*Different alt mode than canon

(Tankor/Octane - tank/tanks/tankself)

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Who is Soundless?

Soundless is a Soundwave clone created by Shockblast. Very few know of his existence. He appears in the clone world building post.

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Triple Changers, Adaptus, and Adaptusians

(Content warning for religion, religion aspects, gods, and death. Skip to next section if you are not comfortable)

Adaptusians, worshippers of Adaptus, believed that triple changers were demi gods given the gift of a third form by Adaptus. While, Adaptus did create triple changers, he only did so to see if it was even possible to give a Cybertronian three forms. He did not create them as/to be demi gods. Seeing how fixated Adaptusians were, Adaptus stopped creating triple changers so frequently.

Adaptusians realized this and thought Adaptus was mad at them. Some then thought that perhaps triple changers stole a third mode from Adaptus. Wrongfully angry, some Adaptusians murdered triple changers and sacrificed some to Adaptus. Adaptus was furious and upset. Mortilus sees this and creates red scraplets. He sent the red scraplets to destroy the Adaptusians who dared to kill to Adaptus's creations.

Adaptus sees this and tells the Adaptusians who were against the idea of killing triple changers to avoid the red scraplets. After the red scraplets disappeared, all that was left was the Adaptusians that Adaptus warned. Those Adaptusians thanked Adaptus and told Adaptus that they would keep both triple changers and red scraplings safe.

[tl;dr Adapts creates triple changers, some Adaptusians try to kill them, Mortilus creates red scraplings, red scarplings kill/eat those Adaptusians.]

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Red Scraplets

Red scraplets were created by Mortilus for Adaptus. Red scraplets can take any shape they want to. They will have their own post.

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Functionism and Triple Changers

(content warning, I'm talking about functionism. This has elements that might make some readers uncomfortable)

Triple changers confused Functionists when the caste system existed. Triple changers have 'opposite' alt modes. One flight mode, one ground mode, Soundless being the exception.

All triple changers are only forged due to the fact that Cybertronians haven't be able to figure out how a triple changer works. Thus they are not able to cold construct triple changers. Note, Soundless was cloned and was not cold constructed nor forged.

Since the Functionists couldn't figure out what to do with them, they chose one of the triple changers' alt mode and made them do work aligned with the chosen alt mode.

[tl;dr Triple changers confuse Functionists, triple changers cannot be cold constructed, Functionists chose one of their alt modes to use]

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They are huge!

Triple Changers are big, twice times a regular mechs size at the minimum. While some of their alt mode share parts, some parts aren't shared. They also can fit regular sized bots inside their alt mode. That being said, they also shift their mass aka mass shift. This allows them to triple their size.

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