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“So, when should I tell Twitch her older brother’s a dinosaur?”

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rpmemesiwanttosee

Send 🙏 to cradle my muse's face.

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#pat the weej...#>memo

“Iiiiii’m goin’ drinkin’ ‘til I figure out where I left my pinky the last time I got overcharged. That’ll work, right?”

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There’s a highly suspicious amount of silence coming from Wheeljack’s half of the lab, right now...

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yakourinka

and the second is "be yourself"

Optimus can only blink at the rather sooty figure that stepped out of the labs," ...Are you my new head of Research and Development?"

"Uh," Wheeljack manages, cornflower blue optics wide as moons over his mask as the Magnus comes around the corner. "Well, howdy, boss. Name's Wheeljack, but Jackie does just fine if y'want."

He swings his arm out to shake hands, thinks better of it, tries to wipe the ash off his palm by wiping it on his thigh, and holds his servo out again.

"Technically the R-n-D Depo is split half n' half between myself an' dear old Percy-- Perceptor, sorry-- but, ye-up. I'm your mech for solvin' practical problems and a couple'a the non-practical ones too. Optimus, right?"

{ 404-processor-not-found} "Heyyy, it's Headfins! What's good, Bill Nye?"

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"What's good yourself, big guy! Lookit you, you look real flash. Last time I saw you, you had a bunch'a blockhead Joes stuck to you like barnacles."

Indicator fins blinking rapidly, Wheeljack reaches up for a high-five-- er, high four; he's still not gotten around to replacing his fifth digit after getting it blasted off. Again.

Well, whatever.

“Whew. That was terrible.”

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"Wheeljack. I... How far is your lab from your apartment?" (et-ignis-ira)

{ @et-ignis-ira }

“Depends on the lab, I guess. Th’nice one you gave me is across the plaza from the living quarters in Metroplex, but the oneI was working out of before that-- usin’ it for bigger experiments and volatile stuff-- is out in the Sodium Flats, close to Tyger Pax. So’s about, uhh, maybe three groon and change drive? S’why I only head out there at the end of the cycle, it’s kind of a schlep.”

Why are you so precious?

“Who, lil ol’ me?”

Wheeljack’s fins flash a delighted butter yellow, his optics squinting up in a smile.

“You’re flattering me, huh. If I had to come up with an answer, though, I’d say it’s the moxie and chutzpah.”

"Pancakes're ready as they're gonna get. Eat now or hold your peace."

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c3h5-n3o9

“Hey, hey, alright. Bring it in, we’re done with fighting– c’mere.”

Wheeljack holds his arms up, making a little grabby motion with his good hand.

“Tha’s all good, everything’s okay.”

et-ignis-ira

Starscream hisses at him, but it’s more reflexive than anything else. He’s always tired after one of his rages.

… Nor is he entirely sure how Wheeljack got in, when he’d revoked the mech’s codes, but… Wings sagging, the Seeker shuffles over reluctantly. “At least you aren’t *Rattrap*.”

c3h5-n3o9

“Sure. ‘Least I’m not the fuzzy little guy you’re raising a kid with for some reason.”

He’s tactile, he’s always been tactile. But it’s just been-- moreso, after the end of everything. Like he can afford to be close to others, now, if only ‘cause his subspace isn’t bristling with experimental weaponry and explosives. So Wheeljack draws Starscream in even closer and coaxes the Seeker into resting his helm on his shoulder, sensor wings flicking down.

“Sorry I got shot in the head, baby.”

raysofsinshine

Why do I feel like someone is talking about my thighs?

raysofsinshine

@c3h5-n3o9: "They're, ya know. They're... Yeah."

“Thank you Wheeljack, very helpful- Wait, Wheeljack? Whare have you been?”

c3h5-n3o9

Thumbs up from this guy.

“Unconscious in a stasis pod. Real fun, ‘cept for the whole ‘unconscious in a stasis pod’ thing. Turns out I made a real bad choice at some point, who would’a thought, and somebody shot me in the head? Barely remembered the War ended when I woke up. The, uh, Starscream being in charge thing, I didn’t expect, but he’s not too bad.”

“Hey, hey, alright. Bring it in, we’re done with fighting-- c’mere.”

Wheeljack holds his arms up, making a little grabby motion with his good hand.

“Tha’s all good, everything’s okay.”

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incorrect-transformersprime

wheeljack, sitting on his country porch playing the banjo:

*loud explosion in distance*

*banjo plays slightly louder*

feltguy

had a dream last night that my alarm was connected to twitter and everytime i hit snooze it publicly tweeted it with a disparaging little message along the lines of “filthy horrible boy has slapped the screen again, and slumbers on” so that your followers could shame you and i was deeply, DEEPLY humiliated but that did not stop me from hitting snooze upwards of 14 times