#team bullet train

[transingthoseformers]

So Scourge is luring Oppy into a trap, Sky Byte wants Mags to kill one of the trainformers, and I'm pretty sure the autobot brothers are captured somewhere

I'm sure this will end well /s

[askvectorprime]

Dear vector prime,

Are the any other trains besides astrotrain and team bullet train? Aside from the hearts of steel verse, I can’t think of any other ones. Did something happen to them?

Dear Terrific Trainspotter,

There are many Transformers who transform into different locomotives—including several other Autobot combiner teams: the Trainbots, the Train Team, and the Liner Team. Other notable Cybertronians with rail vehicle forms include Star Dasher, Steamhammer, Cowcatcher, Loco, Omega Supreme, Vain Train, Vertebreak, Hawkfighter, Railgun, and some iterations of Sentinel Prime and Galaxy Shuttle.

[tarklesbehindthescenes]

hai I requested the auto bros/train bros last time (absolutley beautiful) and you're ultra magnus and sideburn fic? magnificent. If you have some time could I request another RiD over the trains having a favorite regular human? Or how they feel about all the gossip and stories they hear throughout their work?

Aw, thank you~ Anon, I will always jump at the chance to write some RiD01 for you~

Once again using the English dub personalities.

Word count capping at 1070

AO3

“Ugh, my wheels are killing me today,” Rapid Run complained as he collapsed into the seat at the table left empty for him. It was the end of the day, and while there hadn’t been any Decepticon hijinks today, there had certainly been the daily commute Team Bullet Train had to keep up with. Time was approaching a major holiday for the humans and there were more of them riding the trains than any other season.

Railspike nodded his empathy and Midnight Express asked, “Did the schedule change on you, too? I didn’t even realize that this holiday was going to make the station hours change so that we run longer shifts!”

“Yeah! What’s up with that?” the youngest bullet train exclaimed.

“What I gathered from local gossip is: this is the season when a lot of shopping goes on,” Railspike informed. “Apparently, there’s a lot of people who are trying to work the shopping trips into their busy schedules. And it sounds like this schedule shift is a regular occurrence around this time of year.”

“Well, at the very least it makes for getting some good gossip,” the middle train shrugged.

The oldest train raised an optic ridge with surprise. “You’ve got something on the Decepticons from all the commuting?”

“What? Heavens no!” Midnight Express scoffed. “Humans lead such interesting social lives. It’s rather fun to listen in on sometimes.”

Rapid Run nodded. “Like today, I heard one of my regulars complaining that the people running their workplace pretends to care about all of its workers, but the way those in charge regard the office workers versus the warehouse workers is blatantly classist. It’s obvious to all the warehouse workers that they’re not being taken care of, and even though they put in all this effort to get some changes set in place, it doesn’t seem to make a difference.”

“Makes me glad our workplace isn’t like that,” Railspike grunted. “Or at least… I’ve never felt like Optimus Prime has been setting up a classist system in our ranks. You know what I mean?”

The two younger trains nodded.

“Absolutely,” Midnight Express agreed. “I have never doubted that he cares what any of us Autobots have to say or think. He doesn’t hold Team Bullet Train, the Autobot Brothers, the Spy Changers, or the Build Team higher in value than anyone else.”

“Makes it real easy to follow his lead, knowing that,” Rapid Run added before he changed the subject. “Back to the commute gossip, though. Either of you two hear anything interesting?”

The middle bullet train hummed as he thought back on his day. “Let’s see… Oh! One of my regulars was complaining about how she keeps getting hounded by this driverless blue sports car with a flame decal on its hood. It’s really persistent, too. It keeps managing to find her no matter where she goes!”

Railspike wheezed with amusement while Rapid Run slapped a hand to his forehead and howled with laughter.

“Vector Sigma! You’ve got Side Burn’s girlfriend on your route?” the youngest train grinned broadly beneath his mask. “That poor lady! Nothing’s gonna ever get him to leave her alone!”

“Not even Ultra Magnus,” Midnight Express nodded with a smirk. Once everyone had calmed down, the younger two trains turned their attention to the oldest once more. “So what about you, Railspike? Any fun gossip you overheard?”

Railspike shook his head. “If there was, I didn’t hear it. I wasn’t paying much attention today. My regular, an older woman, wasn’t on the commute the past week and I was really concerned. The last time I saw her, she was looking really unwell. But today she finally came back. She was on the evening commute with her son. She looked a lot healthier. Apparently, she’s been in the hospital for the past week due to an illness.”

“Aw, the poor thing,” Midnight Express sympathized.

“It’s a good thing the doctors were able to help her out,” Rapid Run commented.

The oldest train nodded with a warm, sentimental smile. “Very good. In all honesty, she’s my favorite commuter. She’s such a nice lady.”

“We’re happy for you,” the middle train stated. Then he and Rapid Run began recalling further gossip they had heard throughout the day.

Railspike stared through the table between all of them, recalling his time spent with his favorite old lady. ‘Hello, handsome,’ she had greeted as she stepped on his passenger car that evening. The same words she uttered to him every time she stepped in his passenger cars. She had always made it a point to talk to him. She was really sweet like that. He didn’t think she truly knew that he was alive and listening to her as she talked about her life and other things that she felt like talking about. But that was okay. It made him happy to hear from her. To know how she was doing. To know that she appreciated his efforts to get her and all the other passengers where they needed to go in a timely and safe manner.

To say Railspike had been simply worried about her the past week was an understatement. Not having her on her usual commute had really made him feel lonely. Empty. He’d been silently beside himself with anxiety. After all, she was starting to get frail and she was living on her own. What if something had happened to her and nobody knew? So when she stepped on his passenger car that evening and uttered her usual greeting, the relief that had flooded through him was almost overwhelming. He’d wanted to cry out, ‘Welcome back, li’l lady!’ and transform to hold her gently in his hands.

She took a seat with her son and began telling Railspike about her hospital visit and how she was going to be living with her son from now on. Halfway through the route, her son had tried to tell her that the train couldn’t respond. To which she had replied, ‘That’s okay. Mr. Train is my friend. He understands, even if he cannot tell me so.’ It made Railspike’s spark melt to hear her say that.

The old train heaved a soft, dreamy sigh before getting up from the table to leave the two gossips to their chatter while he moved to turn in for the night. He couldn’t wait for his friend to start her regular commute again.

[boredgrace23-gracepotts]

TF2 but Bullet Train

I wanted to test that style I tried with my grillby doodles, and I must say, this style is a PAIN. But it's very fulfilling.

The scenes as followed:

[sugarpenchant]

[lemememeringue]

looking over my promotion track plan. girl help they want me to develop soft skills

[jaredthebc]

Okay time for a little angst headcanon

I was looking through the Pokemon Wikia at Hilbert’s page and uh

[Alt text: Not much is known about his past before the events of Pokémon Black and White. When he was a younger child his father ran out on them to pursue his dream in becoming a Pokémon Master. While fighting Team Plasma, One of the grunts says "Hey kid you look like smaller version of my friend. Are you related to him?" and if you lose the battle, the grunt will say before you black out "You're even as weak as him!"]

OKAY SO LIKE, ID NEED TO LOOK AT ALL THE PLASMA QUOTES TO FIND CONTEXT BUT UH, THIS IS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW WAS A THING

I feel this could imply several things

-Hilbert and Hilda’s dad either knew someone in Plasma, or perhaps even, he was a part of them

-Their dad was apparently defeated by at least this grunt in particular, either just before the grunt was part of Plasma as old rivals, training within Plasma, and/or a confrontation their dad had on a journey

If its the last one, considering how Ghetsis threatened to kill Hilbert/Hilda if they lost to him, and how he nearly stabbed Nate/Rosa...I think if he lost, he might have gotten killed for trying to interfere with Plasma’s plans, which, can you IMAGINE the emotional material that could come with that?

Of course, this is just a headcanon, but I already had a headcanon that Hilbert and Hilda’s dad died young, just not a specific detail of how he perished. If he was killed by Plasma, and he wasn’t found for years, decades even, can you imagine the absolute *fear* that went through their mom when Hilbert went missing? For all she could have known, he could have been presumed dead like his father. In my headcanon Hilbert writes letters for his mom every few months to let her know he’s alive and out there somewhere BUT STILL I CAN IMAGINE HER BEING SO WORRIED ;-;

Not to mention the angst that could come if it was ever revealed Plasma killed him. LIKE this cult already messed with everyone enough, Hilbert was put into a position where he had to grow up too fast, had to become a hero and face dangers most adults shouldn’t even need to do, not to mention all the people hurt, especially N, who Hilbert would see as a brother. Can you just, imagine Hilbert finding out his dad was killed by this low life cult? How they’ve been impacting his life longer than he even realized? Just the pain of knowing Plasma hurt his family so deeply? Its just so painful to think about and I picture he’d be crushed and worried at the idea Plasma might have always been there, even if it wasn’t intentional

OR THE OTHER IDEA THAT HIS DAD PRETENDED TO GO ON A JOURNEY, AND FAKED HIS DEATH TO JOIN PLASMA JUST OUGH THAT WOULD BE SO PAINFUL

There probably wouldn’t be much confrontation between Hilbert and N because of this (Hilbert is pretty aware of how N was used by Plasma for so long and fed propaganda, so don’t worry it wouldn’t be a “WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!” moment) but just, the shared pain, Hilbert’s grief with N’s sympathy, cause he understands the hurt of finding out the truth of a father just OUGH

As it stands right now, I don’t think I’m gonna consider this my headcanon, cause I will admit its a little bit of a stretch, and I prefer the idea of Plasma not having a ton of connection to the protag’s family pre-game, but still the idea gives me the feels. I already feel pain with my headcanon that instead of running off, Hilbert and Hilda’s dad passed when they were very young, but this just adds to it

But hey, that’s just a theory

a GAME THEOR-*explodes and dies*

[scattered-winter]

nothing in cinema will ever top the samurai sword fight on a speeding bullet train with the hyped up japanese cover of "holding out for a hero" blasting in the background and that's a fact

[ioniczach]

Still unlocking things for him and flip flopping between giving him the EVA helmet or the CQB but this is my boy, who himself is still a bit of a WIP story wise BUT, Spartan HDG1 codename: "Murphy", a Spartan who seems to be cursed with bad luck (which from some perspectives may be seen as Good Luck with how despite everything things seem to work out for him in the end) but still is a bit of a dork despite it all. His personal AI is a FRET, who's anxiety is not aided by the walking catastrophe that is Murphy, but they still are good friends with each other and make a pretty good team.

[transingthoseformers]

Oooh, so if Maggie wants to join the cons (which he doesn't but he's pretending he wants to), he has to commit murder and kill one of the trains.

[askvectorprime]

Dear, Vector Prime.

Are there any members of Trainbots that transform into linear motor cars or monorails?

Dear Rolling Stock Rock,

As the Trainbots have become more involved in the war on a galactic level, the hardworking scientists and engineers at Shibuya Manufacturing have continued to work with the Autobots on the creation of new warriors to protect the Japanese public. Currently two have been completed, with more planned.

The Osaka Monorail line is protected by Koumei, who transforms into a 3000 Series monorail. Quick-witted and a good study, Koumei is popular with the students who frequent his route as he uses his advanced suspension to ensure a smooth ride, making him easy to sleep on after a long cram session. Large enough to form a replacement limb for Raiden, Koumei can also turn into the Mono Railgun, a long-range anti-combiner rifle.

Meanwhile, the newest Trainbot is Kuusou, who is stationed as part of the Yokohama Sky Cabin gondola line. Excellent at languages and with a small frame suited to the tight streets of Yokohama bay, Kuusou enjoys her role as a tourism spokesbot. When Raiden has cause to defend Yokohama, Kuusou’s weaponised yo-yo mode allows him to mesmerize and take down enemy combiners at mid-range.

Among the other planned Trainbots, perhaps the most notable is concept warrior code named JRZ. Currently planned for deployment in Kyushu for a test run by 2040, this hypothetical Autobot would use an entire Shinkansen engine and cars to turn into a giant warrior based on bleeding-edge technology left behind by Team Shinkansen, who fought the Destrongers in the early 2000s. I wonder what kind of person this “Shinbot” will turn out to be…

As you can see, the Autobot fascination with trains shared by the Japanese continues to live on! You might be amused to know that domestic airlines are beginning to petition the government to ask the Autobots for some passenger jet “Planebots” to act as promotional staff as well. Unfortunately for them, so far it appears unfeasible due to safety concerns, and for now the existing airborne Autobots will have to suffice.

[bluenotemagpie]

watching ted lasso immediately after spending weeks in bullet train hell and experiencing extreme emotional whiplash whenever west ham is referenced

[yum-nyang]

Maki & Chotokkyu

[bamboobibi]

IG : andteam_official​

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

passable... unlike this guy https://www.tiktok.com/@superherotime_tvasahi/video/7271472318046604552 with zox :p

we gotta harness all the idol group tokus into one group

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.