#valve kin

[motoroil-recs]

[X / X / X] [X / 🏎️ / X] [X / X / X]

A stimboard for The Medic [Team Fortress 2] with imagery of doves, hearts, books, and medicine/science.

#🏎️ — stimboard ! #kin blog #kinblog #kin help #fictionkin #kin stimboard #stimboard #stim #red #white #gore #blood #anatomical heart #book #medical #science #bird #pigeon #dove #animal #tf2kin #tf2 kin #team fortress 2 kin #valve kin #valvekin

[lovedtogekiss]

valve kins and fictives server

https://discord.gg/bNqmGvjpNw

There's Even DOTA 2™️

doubles/endos/factives friendly. if you bring discourse into my server im stomping you to death with my hooves

if you kin from spinoffs (eg hlvrai, portal stories mel), youre welcome here too

#portal kin #tf2 kin #dota kin #l4d kin #discord #how do you. tag #portal #portal 2 #tf2 #dota 2 #l4d #fuck you get maintagged #uhhh #cool #valve #im out of spoons sorry for the lackluster description

[i-like-big-robots]

Post-war Megop but let's make it horny.

So, Megatron and Optimus sometimes have one offs time to time, usually when everybody else is busy so no one suspects that their leaders are fragging the daylights outta eachother. This continues and it turns softer, Megatron isn't as rough as before but will go all out when Optimus begs for it, when he wants to be treated like a whore. (This results in longer aftercare but neither minds)

At some point Optimus starts to feel off, his spark and chassis feel hot, he feels naseuos randomly, and his libido dries up and revives whenever. Of course he decides to ignore it because he doesn't want to disturb Ratchet since he's busy adjusting on the new cybertron. During a meeting however, he starts to get restless, he tries to ignore the ache between his legs but his valve just keeps sending pulses of pleasure through him whenever his thighs rub together. His proccesor is filled with thoughts of being pounded and..oh, he can't help but imaging being speared on Megatron's spike in front of everyone else, it surely would make the scene. Optimus's patience wears thin and he decides to comm his partner, Megatron opens it and let's out a small gasp at how descriptive Optimus was being, Soundwave asks him what's wrong and he waves off his concern. He takes a deep breath and from across the table he can see the most lust filled expression on his Prime.

:.Not now Optimus.: Megatron sends back, his spark is pounding in its casing and he tries his damn best to not shove him on the floor and take him right then and there.

:.But don't you want to mark me, make them see how much of a slut I am for you.: Optimus responds, and that was the last straw for Megatron. The rest of the occupants picked up on the tension and before they knew it the ex-warlord was pinning Optimus to the floor. With a growl he bit his neck making him in turn let out the most exquisite moan he's ever heard.

Shouts were heard as Optimus opened his panel and Megatron slid into his entrance with ease, the sounds of metal on metal reverberated through the room, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave, and Prowl exited it as they started to get louder. Jazz, Shockwave, and Ratchet stared, wether in disbelief or in arousal, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Optimus was getting bred in front of them and Megatron felt pleased with himself. His valve spasmed around his spike and he sobbed as Megatron continued to thrust into him, every node was lit up and he whimpered as he felt his anterior node get brutally rubbed. It felt like hours to him but before he knew it Megatron was filling him up with his transfluid, some leaked out onto the floor below and a breathy sigh left him when he felt that thick length soften and exit him.

"Well what a show, damn, that was hot as pit." Jazz said with a smile. Ratchet looked downright horrified when they finished and dragged himself outta the room. "I need a drink", was heard when he left. "Interesting." Was all that Shockwave muttered as he wrote one last thing on his datapad and followed after Ratchet. "Take care of him!" Jazz exclaimed while he ran out to tell Prowl what he saw.

Optimus groggily stared up at him, his valve still clenching weakly and leaking so much transfluid and lubricant not even Megatron was sure how it all didn't somehow make his plating bulge.

"Are you alright?

"Yeeess.." Optimus slurred out before passing out in Megatron's arms.

______________________________________________

Turns out the reason for Optimus' sudden interface drive was caused by the little sparks he was carrying. Ratchet berated and lectured him but he couldn't care less, his thoughts drifted to his now official bondmate.

He had many requests for him to fulfill when he became all round and heavy with their kin.

#valveplug #optimus prime #megatron #megop #mechpreg #I've had this idea for a while and decided to give it out to the wolves #Not my best work but I'm tired and want to sleep #Bottom Optimus Supremacy

[anon-e-miss]

The Thirteenth Bride - 4

“Your orginator was more understanding than I expected,” Barricade said after he reunited with Ricochet in his chambers.

”I told ya he’d be chill,” Ricochet said. “He wouldn’t o’ been anythin’ o’ the sort if I’d abandoned ya after sparkin’ ya up.”

”He wouldn’t have known,” Barricade countered.

”He’d o’ sniffed out my guilty conscience,” Ricocet replied. “He’s got his ways, ‘n he woulda had my hide.

”What about the your allies?” Barricade asked. “The Thirteen Brides?”

”After the mess the brides for Jazz made, don’t think any o’ them’ll be dumb ‘nough to start scrap,” Ricochet replied. “Ain’t a bad look ya know, me havin’ a beta bride.”

”How do you figure that?” Barricade asked.

”Takes a virile Alpha to spark up a beta, Sweetspark,” Ricochet teased him as he swept Barricade into his arms. “‘N to keep’m that way.”

“Lech!” Barricade laughed as Ricochet stripped him.

“Ya bring out the best o’ me,” Ricochet declared.

Barricade did not have the chance to sneer, not when Ricochet’s mouth covered his and pushed him down onto the berth. It was a far nicer berth room than the tents they had shared. Barricade had a mercenary foot soldier, hardly a fit match for a king but Ricochet had refused to see sense and it seemed his kin were similarly deranged. Even his twin’s omega mate seemed inclined to accept the break from tradition. Prowl was an unexpected comfort. Their backgrounds could not have been more different, Prowl being the creation of a noble house and Barricade being gutter trash. Nevermind Prowl was an omega and Barricade was a beta and Prowl was so much smarter but they had been able to talk and Barricade had been able to relax a little.

“Oh frag!” Barricade cursed as Ricochet sheathed his spike in Barricade’s wet, tight valve.

It was always an incredible, vent stealing stretch. There was a reason betas usually took it in the aft. Their valves were naturally shallow and slower to stretch. Ricochet held his legs up in the air and Barricade watched as Ricochet’s great Alpha girth split him open. Even when he was so full Barricade thought he would burst, Ricochet thrust deeper and deeper. He pinned Barricade’s legs to his shoulders and pressed him flat to the berth and took him hard and fast as Barricade’s coarse shoots spilled over into unintelligible squeaks and squeals. Ricochet’s knot strained his folds white as broke into his aching, scorching frame. He felt the hot rush of Ricochet’s transfluids flood him, filling his gestational tank. It was only a third the size of an omega’s and could not hold an Alpha’s full load. It always gushed out of him when Ricochet pulled out. Barricade groaned as his belly stretch taunt. Ricochet sat straight as he fragged Barricade’s full tank. Flooding it with still more hot transfluids.

“Gah,” Barricade grunted as his belly popped as his gestational tank expanded beyond the limits of his schematics. Ricochet leered down at him.

“Gonna keep ya so full ya can taste my transfluids,” Ricochet promised him, dragging his thumb over Barricade’s slack mouth . “Y’re gonna ache wit it.”

He was not exaggerating. Stretch marks covered Barricade’s belly as his sentio-metallic was stretched taunt over his bloated gestational tank. A plug lodged in his valve ensured not a drop of transfluid was wasted. Like Prowl, Barricade wore his crown around his waist, over his rounded belly because it was the spark he carried that had made him Ricochet’s consort. He was relieved that he had only kindled with one newspark and not two as Prowl had. Crystals that hung from his doorwings and the wrap Prowl had made for him jingled when he walked. When Barricade held court with Ricochet on his throne, he almost looked like he belonged there. What would the Sovereign Princes of Kalis and Uraya think if they knew one of the Polyhexian princes they had elected king had made an urchin his bride?

The crown around his waist felt heavy though it hardly weighed anything at all. They only accepted Barricade as Ricochet’s bride because he had kindled the king’s spark. But kindling was only the beginning, really it was the easiest part of the process. There were already signs his beta frame was unfit for this duty. The newspark had not split away from his spark and descended into his forge. If it did not do so soon it would be too large and it would be snuffed out. If he could not bare Ricochet creations, how could he be his bride? What would happen then? Ricochet took his servos. He had hoped that the medics scans would have shown some progress but everything was still the same.

“Don’t worry, Cade,” Ricochet assured him. “Mark my glyph, by light-cycle that newspark will be safely settled in yer belly.”

“Rico!” Barricade wailed as the Sybian he was trapped on plunged up into his exhausted frame.

“Just a little longer,” Ricochet hushed him.

Barricade tossed his helm as his frame shook. His wells bounced as he was jostled by the sybian. Like his belly, they were covered in stretch marks as they had doubled in size so quickly. He has developed omega curves on his beta frame in the last ten stellar-cycles. His belly had swollen even further as his forge had extended as it began construction on his newspark and it was only the beginning. The spark chamber for his creation was complete. What was needed now was for the newspark to split off from his spark and to descend into his forge. It had not happened yet.

“That’s it, sexy-ori,” Ricochet said as Barricade screamed as he overloaded still again. His vocalized shorted as Ricochet adjusted the sybian to frag him harder and faster. “Overload for me, Cade. Ain’t gonna stop til that newspark’s settled in yer belly.”

His face was buried in his pillow as Ricochet held his hips up and took him from behind. Barricade could hardly feel it, he had been trapped on the sybian for three mega-cycles straight, being plundered with toys of every possible size and shape. He has been left gaping, loose and sloppy all over and without a single thought in his helm. Ricochet’s knot did not even strain his folds as he locked them together. His transfluids, burning with charge made Barricade’s oversensitized nodes spark and he twitched as a small overload scorched his circuits. Even when Ricochet released his hips, Barricade did not move. He was spent.

“Don’t ya they would need to cut it,” Ricochet said, nuzzling Barricade’s neck when he stirred joors later.

That had been the issue. The newspark should have dropped into Barricade’s forge half a stellar-cycle ago but it had stayed in well rooted in his spark. The medics had started talking about severing the connection but that risked bondshock and the guttering of the newspark and even scarring on Barricade’s spark. Punch had suggested they might try overloading his spark to trigger a natural release of the newspark. Barricade had not been optimistic but then he had not quite known what Ricochet had indended.

“Did it settle?” Barricade asked, yawning loudly.

“Ratchet said it’s snug in it’s chamber,” Ricochet replied. “Ya recharge right through the exam.”

“I don’t think I can move,” Barricade groaned.

“That’s a’ight,” Ricochet replied, cuddling against his back. “Ya earned a break.”

#valveplug #maccadams #anon-e-miss writes #mechpreg #tf barricade #tf ricochet #the thirteenth bride

[fictionkinfessions]

Missing the team. I’m just a little guy, I ain’t meant to be out here on my own. Did that valve kin server ever happen? Do I need to start hunting down mercs? WILL I start hunting down mercs? Probably. Cooing at you all affectionately.

<- Archimedes \\ TF2

frog

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #archimedeskin #tf2kin #mod party cat

[gmanwhore]

Just spilled some of the songs I associate with G’ to a fellow G-Man selfshipper, hope their opinion of me does not severely degrade…

I should hope not!!!

OH I SHARED STARMAN WITH THE VALVE KIN SERVER I AM IN AND THEY SEEMED TO LIKE IT SO WOOOOO

[roseauraex]

My favorite gay people from valve

I kin Greg

#portal 2 greg #greg portal 2 #caroline portal #cave johnson #portal #portal 2

[ultimate-valve-character]

Round 1: Match 29

From the Team Fortress 2 Official Wiki,

Sir Thomas John Woodward, better known by his stage name Tom Jones, is a Welsh singer, known for his many hit singles including "It's Not Unusual", "What's New Pussycat", and "She's a Lady". In the events of Ring of Fired, his first true appearance, Merasmus moved in with Tom Jones following his eviction from Castle Merasmus. After breaking into the pair's home whilst guiding a tour of celebrity houses, the Soldier snaps Tom Jones' neck, leaving Merasmus to take the rap for his death.

From the Official Dota 2 website,

Pitched into Dark Reef for crimes unknown, Slark spent half a lifetime without kin or kindness, trusting no one, surviving through a combination of stealth and ruthlessness, keeping his thoughts and his plans to himself. When the infamous Dark Reef Dozen plotted their ill-fated breakout, they kept their plans a perfect secret, murdering anyone who could have put the pieces together--but somehow Slark discovered their scheme and made a place for himself in it. Ten of the Dozen died in the escape attempt, and two were captured, hauled back to Dark Reef, then executed for the entertainment of their fellow inmates. But Slark, the unsung thirteenth, used the commotion as cover and slipped away, never to be caught.

#valve poll #team fortress #dota 2 #tom jones (tf2) #slark

[tiefthieves]

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

When Wyll had mentioned hunting down one of Zariel’s soldiers, Sikah had expected more of a challenge. She’d dealt with a handful of devils in her years and they were no easy feat. One could imagine the rogue’s confusion when the party stumbled across Karlach, the so-called “Advocatus Diaboli”, who was no devil, but a fellow tiefling. Perhaps Sikah had misunderstood Wyll’s words, for if she knew the task at hand was to hunt one of her own, she would not have agreed.

The woman seemed to pose no obvious threat and, from what Sikah had seen through their brief psychic connection, was rather similar to herself. Devils were no easy employer, with the tendency to craft fastidious agreements; and although her devilish dealings were nowhere near the hells Karlach had endured, she knew how unpleasant it was to do a devil’s bidding.  

“Remind me again why we’re helping the woman Wyll insists on hunting down?” Gale whispered to Sikah as they followed behind their party, now accompanied by the barbarian.

“Karlach is as much a devil as I am,” Sikah responded shortly. “and I know all too well what it’s like to be seen as one, to be judged by the company you keep. She’s a victim of the Blood War the same as the refugees from Elturel, and I don’t plan on letting any of my kin down. Besides, we could use the muscle.” 

The muscle was indeed needed whilst fighting the faux paladins of Tyr. Both Gale and Shadowheart’s spell-casting did minute damage as the opponents continuously cast a field of silence around them. Sikah’s arrows could only do so much against the opponents’ heavy armor and despite her dexterity, getting up close and personal for dagger attacks resulted in more detriment to her and less to the enemy. 

As she was knocked to the ground by the helm of a longsword, Karlach stepped in front of her before the paladin could bring the blade to meet her skull. The collision with the barbarian’s axe sent the opponent’s weapon clattering to the ground, allowing time for her to cleave the man’s head off his shoulders in one fell swoop. 

The taller tiefling looked over her shoulder, “Doing alright down there, soldier?”

Sikah looked up and nodded, trying her best not to stare. 

Karlach was hot. In both the objective and subjective sense. Embers licked the ends of her hair and danced across her shoulders. Tattoos of infernal scrawl wrapped around her limbs, which only tempted Sikah to stare at her muscles more as she attempted to read them. Metallic valves were embedded in her scarred skin that emitted steam in sync with her breathing, the leather of her clothing straining as her chest rose and fell. Her thighs were practically ripping the haphazardly altered seams of her pants that were held together by the mercy of belts and buckles. The infernal engine in place of her heart flickered like candlelight, causing the beads of sweat that trailed down her deep, red skin to glisten as they mixed with the blood and viscera of her foes. 

“I’d help you up but I don’t want you to burn yourself,” Karlach chuckled as she noticed the smaller tiefling’s fixated stare. “You sure you’re alright? Those bastards didn’t hit you too hard, did they?”

“No, I’m fine, just needed a minute,” Sikah finally stood up and brushed herself off. “Thank you, by the way.”

Karlach couldn’t remember the last time someone had thanked her. Hells, she couldn’t even recall the last time anyone had willingly helped her without being ordered to. War didn’t fuel much generosity, especially a war in Avernus. 

“Don’t sweat it. I’m the one who asked for your help, and I’d be quite the arsehole to let them kill you.” She reached up to wipe sweat from her brow. “It's been a while since anyone has shown any sorta kindness toward ol’ Karlach, and it feels good to be bashing baddies with someone again. It gets lonely doing all the dirty work by yourself.” 

“There’ll be plenty more baddies to bash where we’re headed if you care to join us,” Sikah glanced over her shoulder to where Shadowheart was healing Gale’s bleeding wounds. “We could use the extra muscle.”

“Fuck yes! Kicking ass, getting the tadpole out of my head, and good company? You sure know how to drive a hard bargain, I’m in!”

As they began their trek back to camp, Sikah couldn’t help but watch Karlach as she walked. The rouge hadn’t been piqued like this, in regards to someone rather than something, since her previous companion years ago. She couldn’t help but want to learn more about the infernal soldier, to listen to stories of her battles and the tales of her scars, to know the origins of her engine, and to solve the mysteries behind her fiery eyes. Maybe Sikah was being selfish by inviting the other tiefling to join their ranks, but she couldn’t extinguish the blaze of curiosity that burned within. 

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate oc #baldurs gate tav #tav bg3 #bg3 oc #tiefling tav #bg3 Sikah (oc) #bg3sikah #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 karlach #bg3 karlach x tav #bg3 tav x karlach #tav x karlach #karlach x tav #karlach x tav (female) #karlach x f!tav #karlach x tielfing!tav #karlach romance #tiefling lesbians ftw

[unexceptional]

. THE PHYSICAL REPURCUSSIONS OF UNPROTECTED TIME TRAVEL

. CW: heart complications, surgery, extended hospital stays, coma, scars

( note, this isn’t medically accurate at all. treat this with as much authenticity as an episode of a hospital show )

               THE ACCIDENT THAT brought Becky into the future was due to prototypical Pym Particles. After the war, Howard Stark had pestered Becky until she’d relented and had taken a job as a privately-employed nurse for his research institute. There were so many accidents and injuries happening that he needed to house a medical team of at least a handful of nurses, and he’d felt the need to make better with Becky after hearing that Cap’s best bud and Cap himself had had the same Next of Kin listed, and she was dealing with their funeral arrangements by herself. 

The day that she came into the future, she’d responded to a page of a minor detonation on one of the lower levels. Being the nurse with the highest level clearance, Becky went with a kit, but just as she arrived, a larger explosion happened with her caught right in the middle, and she completely disappeared. 

While Howard Stark and Hank Pym both suspected that she hadn’t been vaporized, Rebecca Barnes had been declared dead at the scene, and Howard had personally arranged for a small funeral service for her since there had been no one left to call. 

What had really happened was a perfect storm of what would become Pym Particles being activated and detonated at exactly the right time in a way that it would take Hank Pym a decade longer to do on purpose. Becky, knocked fully unconscious from the blast, had been thrust into the Quantum Realm, and she had been thrown in completely unprotected. 

They say that we are constantly shedding electrons and energy and gathering new ones up. Whatever it was, Steve Rogers’ conscious rearrival in the future provided Becky’s own cells something to lock in on that was familiar, and only a few months after Steve himself came out of the ice, Becky appeared in the same spot she had disappeared — in an absurdly high-level clearance laboratory in Stark Labs — clinically dead. Her heart wasn’t beating at all when she was spat back out of the Quantum Realm, and it was only the quick intervention of doctors and agents that led to her life being saved. 

Becky immediately was brought in for open heart surgery to fix some of the damage done to her heart from the fraught trip into the future. The pure pressure her heart had been under left it nearly unsalvageable, but with the use of three synthetic valves and countless hours of surgery, the surgeons deemed that they’d given Rebecca Barnes — who had been identified about twelve hours into her surgery — her best chance at survival. 

After her first procedure, Becky remained in a coma for nearly two months and required two further procedures to stabilize one of the walls of her heart and to replace another valve in her heart. After a coma of that length, it was unlikely that she would regain full consciousness, but after her seventh and a half week in the hospital, Becky began to, technically, wake up. It would still be about a week before she woke up and actually remembered being awake, due to how many medications she was on to give her heart its best shot, and when Becky finally did wake up, it was in a fog. Afraid of how her heart would handle the immense emotional stress of finding out about her time travel, the survival of Steve Rogers, and just the sheer magnitude of her injuries, her doctors provided Becky with a steady line of stabilizers in order to prevent her from being able to feel her emotions too deeply. They wanted her to heal a little more, a little longer, before letting the full weight of what had happened land on her heart. 

When she was finally, slowly, let off of the medications that dampened her emotions, Becky had to contend with the fact that her heart had been beyond full repair. While she would likely require a heart transplant in the not too distant future, the doctors felt confident that they had done enough to provide her heart with enough stability to last a little longer. Becky was left with extensive scarring, the worst of which being the main open heart surgery scar that now bisected her sternum, as well as a few smaller scars around her ribcage from other procedures done. 

Due to her scars, Becky often wears shirts with higher collars, such as bateau collars. It’s less out of shame or embarrassment from having scars, and more because of the types of looks people give her when they see them. People either look at her like she’s made of china and treat her like she’s incredibly breakable, or they simply stare... and she wants neither. Her weak heart means that she can do even less than she could in the past, where she had been small and scrawny and often on the verge of malnutrition, but her body had never been this weak. It was so much for her to take in, and having to confront her new limitations was something that took Becky longer than she’d ever want to admit. In fact, most days, there are parts of her that want to pretend like she doesn’t have the limitations she has, though she knows if she pushes herself too hard, she’ll risk further and greater damage to herself and her body. 

The emotional scars of what happened are innumerable and difficult for her to put into words. There is, of course, the psychic trauma of it all. She has nightmares of waking up and feeling like she’s trying to see the world through gauze, which was the feeling when her emotions had been dampened for her own good. She has nightmares of her heart simply giving out and there not being anyone around to save her this time. She has a lot of nightmares. 

The extent of Becky’s injuries are known to very few people, and even if your muse knows Becky, it’s best not to assume they’d know what’s happening. Bucky knows, Steve knows. Very high level SHIELD agents such as Coulson, Fury, and Hill know. Other muses know on plot-based or timeline-based bases. 

It’s ironic, isn’t it? The two people closest to Becky were plucked out of their time and made even stronger by it. She follows them, and, technically speaking, dies. It’s another way she feels like she may be cursed. 

#ii. ( ic ) — headcanon #ii. ( ic ) — meta

[usafphantom2]

Pratt & Whitney will resume F-35 engine deliveries after 2 months of suspension

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 02/28/23 - 08:00 in Military

Pratt & Whitney was authorized to restart deliveries of F135 jet engines - two months after the Pentagon ordered the suspension of deliveries after the crash of an F-35B in December. But the Joint Program Office (JPO) F-35 has not yet allowed the delivery of 21 already assembled F-35 fighters that were put on hold after the accident.

Industry officials said F-35 jet deliveries may resume later this week.

Deliveries were interrupted due to the discovery of “a rare system phenomenon involving harmonic resonance,” the JPO said in an email statement, repeating word for word what Jen Latka, vice president of Pratt & Whitney had said on February 10.

The JPO said it is working with an industry team "to ensure the incorporation of mitigation measures that will fully address/resolve this rare phenomenon in the affected F135 engines".

The government “will provide instructions to the fleet and Lockheed Martin to allow the safe resumption of flight operations of impacted aircraft and new production aircraft,” the statement said.

Manufacturer Pratt scheduled a press conference for today (February 28) to explain the engine problems and its way back to a regular pace of deliveries.

A Lockheed Martin spokesman said: “We continue to work closely with the Joint Program Office to determine the next steps for the resumption of F-35 flight operations and deliveries.”

The F-35 field maintainers will receive a technical order to reduce the effects of the harmonic resonance problem, and a change in the production line is guaranteed, the JPO indicated. It is not clear whether these changes will affect the engine or the fuselage.

In the December 14 accident, an F-35B hovering vertically during an acceptance flight suddenly launched forward and hit the runway at the Lockheed facility in Fort Worth, Texas. The pilot ejected at zero altitude, but survived with minor injuries. Deliveries of the F-35 were interrupted soon after because the acceptance flights could not be carried out, and deliveries of the F135 engines were interrupted on December 27.

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“We have developed a short-term remedy that allows the fleet to fly safely and we hope that deliveries of the F135 engine can be resumed before the end of the month,” Latka said on February 10.

At that time, Lockheed had accumulated 17 full F-35s and was waiting to deliver them; now it has 21 completed jets awaiting delivery to the government. Lockheed was not able to say how long it will take to process these deliveries after they are released to be "DD250'd", the formal process of acceptance by the government. Each jet will have to go through a series of acceptance test flights, and government sources said there are a limited number of pilots who do these tests for the Defense Contract Management Agency. Government officials could not say if the pilot of the December accident was released to return to flight functions.

Latka reported that a cracked fuel pipe found in the crashed aircraft is not a "systemic problem" and that "after a complete overhaul", there were no "quality problems" with this part, she said.

The Naval Air Systems Command continues to investigate in search of an official root cause for the accident.

A U.S. Air Force spokesman said in mid-February that although there was “no operational impact” on the USAF’s F-35 fleet, a problem with “the F-35’s main fuel regulating valve affected only production aircraft and a very small number of F-35 aircraft in the field with engines with little time of use.” At that time, the Air Force was supposed to receive “about a dozen” of aircraft held in Lockheed, and these were directed to operational bases in Lakenheath in the United Kingdom; Nellis, Nevada, Luke, Arizona; and Hill, Utah.

The timing of an engine defect is problematic for Pratt, as the Air Force must decide in its 2024 fiscal budget request whether to accept Pratt's proposal for an upgrade of the engine core to the F135 to meet the power requirements of the F-35 Block 4, or to open a competition for Block 4 propulsion between Pratt and GE Aerospace. Both companies developed advanced adaptive engines created with an upgrade of the F-35 engine in mind, but which would require a significant investment to develop and integrate with the F-35 fleet. Congress said it would like to see the engines of the Adaptive Engine Technology Program (AETP) on the F-35 as early as 2027.

Source: Air Force & Space Magazine

Tags: Military AviationF-35 Lightning IILockheed MartinPratt and Whitney

Fernando Valduga

Fernando Valduga

Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work throughout the world of aviation.

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[motoroil-recs]

I might as well.

I am looking for any and all Half Life fictives/kins! I have a few irls from it, which are G-man, Wallace Breen, Barney Calhoun, Colette Green, and Judith Mossman! I also wouldn't mind talking to any Portal guys either (I am boy Cave and Caroline) but I. I wouldn't exactly like to talk to Wheatley sorry. Anyone else I would love to talk to though!

My irl blog is @lab-rat-girls if you want to contact me! Have a great sun cycle!

Best of luck to you, boss! I'm sure there's loads of us out there, just in hiding. I'm rooting for you!

#🏎️ — canon call ! #canon call #kin canon call #fictionkin #canoncall #looking for sourcemates #sourcemate #half-life kin #half life kin #portal kin #portalkin #valve kin #I asusme I don't count. I'm just a humble blog runner. It'd be a conflict of interest to engage with the canon calls I platform.

[lovedtogekiss]

valve fictive/kin server

https://discord.gg/b7uxRx2VGY

are you a kin and/or fictive from a valve game? howabout a spinoff or au of a valve game, like emesis blue or hlvrai?

come join our server and spin around in a circle with us

yes i do mean any valve game or spinoff. any of them. come spin with us

doubles/endos/factives friendly exclusionists fuck off etc

#valve #half life #portal #tf2 #dota 2 #l4d #left 4 dead #im not tagging for counterstrike because the community scares me im so sorry #portal 2 #hl #hl2 #half life 2 #do i have enough tags yet idk how this works #join my server

[fictionkin-hell]

Hiya! I’m mod Vincent/🔪

I’m the admin and creator of this blog! I made it because Vincent was my most intense kin, but he often gets a lot of kinhate. Because of this, I made this blog so that other people with kin types that are often ridiculed would feel safe and have a place to send requests!

My pronouns are They/Them, It/It’s, and He/Him.

I do pretty much everything mentioned in the pinned post and sources I know best are Homestuck, FNaF, Gorillaz, Arcane, DHMIS, anything Valve related, My Little Pony, Deltarone, and Stardew.

For personal reasons, I am uncomfortable doing stuff related to HLVRAI and Creepypasta. But you can ask the other mods for these!

That’s kinda it for me, hope you enjoy your stay!

#now I gotta update all my posts rip #mod 🔪 #mod intro

[anon-e-miss]

The Bull's Horn, 2 - Final

Every time that slave code tried to flare in Prowl’s beautiful processor, Jazz renewed his efforts, feeding his sweet and sloppy valve the whole length of his spike. There was no true resistance anymore, not after the first few rounds but Prowl’s valve still clung to Jazz’s spike, it was still tight around him, it always would be. Prowl’s belly bulged with more than just the Minotaur’s calves. Jazz was filling him with so much transfluid, his frame struggled to keep up with processing the transfluids. There was such excess energy, ichor energon had started to leak from the Praxian’s swollen wells, though Prowl was too far gone to notice at this point.

He was the picture of debauchery. Jazz held his lover’s thick thighs open behind his knees as he slowly, leisurely spike him. There were a limited number of positions Jazz could take him in, what with his advancing carriage. For the moment, Jazz had Prowl in the treasure room, played out over one of the many displays set about the vault. Prowl was Sentinel’s more valuable treasure and it seemed fitting to Jazz to take him here. His optics racked over his lover’s dear frame. The circlet on Prowl’s helm was askew, as was the mantle he wore around his neck. All of his armour was gone, left in the straw berth Jazz had been so long resigned to. But he kept the marks of kingship on Prowl.

As the slave code flared again, Prowl’s glazed optics flared and his glossa lulled out of his mouth. He made no sound by quiet mewls. Jazz stepped back. His kin were close, closer than they had been in ages and he knew that it was time. His optics settled on the river of transfluids that oozed from Prowl’s gaping centre as his swollen folds hung slack. Taking pictures, Jazz slipped his great girth into Prowl’s welcoming frame. Then he focused on his sweet lover’s faceplates, at the drool that drippled from his slack mouth. He sent all of these pictures to Sentinel, to ensure the Prime knew who had made him a cuckold. It suited him to send Sentinel to the Pit knowing how well he had been robbed.

Jazz did not know the exact moment the Prime fell, only when his kin approached the labyrinth that had been his prison. He wrapped Prowl in drapery and lifted him off the table. It would be joors before Prowl regained his senses and could think of ordering himself. The way his wells had swelled with rich energon, Jazz did not believe his chestplate would close anyways and he knew his girdle would not come close to fit. It was right for him to be naked. Prowl was swollen with calf, originators-to-be amongst his kind were never armoured, only clothed in silks or jewels. Prowl would look lovely in silks.

“Jazz,” it was a voice Jazz had not heard in so long. Tears prickled in his optics as he saw his ori for the first time in ages.

“Ori,” he said.

“What do ya got there?” Punch asked.

“Sentinel’s greatest treasure,” Jazz replied. “My treasure.”

It was on the vessel the new Prime had commissioned for them that Prowl woke from his stupor. He was shy, sweet and shy around Punch and Ricochet but Jazz’s kin were sweet on him and Prowl readily accepted them. As Matriarch of the herd and grandori of the calf Prowl carried, Punch took keen interest in the state of Prowl’s health. His wells had swollen further, engorged with energon. Just the feeling of cloth against his stiff nozzles made Prowl fidget. They would need to be drained, Ori explained, and often. Once the code was triggered, it did not go silent. As Prowl’s bull, it was for Jazz to drain him and he relished the task. Prowl mewled sweetly as Jazz sucked the energon from his nozzles.

Punch was there, directing Jazz as he did a spark check on Prowl. He guided Jazz through the process and reassured Prowl as the bull sank his fist into his aft examined the Prowl’s forge through the thin lining that separated them. Jazz grinned like a fool as he felt not one but two helms. Prowl carried not a single calf but twins for him. It was no wonder his belly had grown so large already. Considering their size this early, Ori advised Jazz to ensure Prowl’s valve did not tighten overmuch, to guarantee a smoother calving. Perhaps there were other ways to assure this, plugs as an example, but Jazz preferred a personal touched. He warmed his spike in Prowl’s valve whenever they were at rest, keeping it subtle and sloppy.

Home in their fields after a long absence and free of the Prime’s poaching, Jazz relaxed into his new role of breeding bull. Though Prowl was not a heifer, the herd treated him as one. Just at a heavy heifer was treated with honour, so to was Prowl. He gave emergence under a full moon to a pair of large, lively bulls. Though Prowl was no heifer, he produce more energon than even their twins needed and Jazz was quite content to continue draining his heavy wells whenever Prowl was too full Jazz thought he could not be blamed for putting another calf in Prowl while he was still nursing the Twins. Prowl was utterly irresistible, the sweetest and most perfect ori to their creations. Though Prowl was no heifer, he would give Jazz a herd of their own.

#valveplug #maccadams #tf prowl #tf jazz #tf punch #minotaur jazz #not a heifer prowl #but prowl might as well be one #mechcow #heifer au #anon-e-miss writes

[fictionkinfessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/lovedtogekiss/727584598735929344/valve-kins-and-fictives-server

update: server made. signal boost please mpc? thank you for your time!!

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #lovedtogekiss #promos cw #valvekin #valvefictive #mod party cat