#wreckerjack

[tyrannicc]

Hey, turn on your location. I just wanna talk. >>

{{ A better idea: tell me where you are, and I will stop by for some high-grade and a chat over your rotting corpse. }}

@wreckerjack

[youngratchet]

🍬 🍬 🍬 👀

If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I…as far away as possible. 

[ask-prime-arcee]

[touch starved meme] ☕ - He knows when a situation can get too heated for someone to handle it—he’s been in far too many himself, all of which had disastrous consequences. With a silent, guiding servo he attempts to lead Arcee away from what would likely become a rather brutal argument.

Arcee was livid to say the least, her fist tightly clenched at her side as she began to grind her teeth. Her optics were eyeing down the other with the intent to set off a war of fireworks, but her intent to ignite like a flame was halted when she felt the servo begin to attempt in leading her away. Of course knowing the best for her she kept her mouth shut, but followed the guiding servo before the words escaped her mouth.

[tyrannicc]

@wreckerjack:

(continued from: x)  [ 💥 ] :|| « Someone really jumps into relationships fast, don’t they? Not even gonna take me out to dinner first? That’s fine. But hey, I’m a reasonable guy, so how about this instead: I’ve got something you want, and you’ve got something I want. Let’s make a trade. »

{{ A trade? Do not make me laugh, Wrecker; there is absolutely nothing you could have that I would ever want. Grenades? I have dark energon. Your ship? I have my own. Unless it is the spark of your Prime waiting to be extinguished, you will surely disappoint. }}

[omicrontheicequeen]

@wreckerjack is following the pirate!

Dont mind the predacon rolling like a giant dog, cleaning her armor plates and purring.

[wreckerforeman]

@wreckerjack started following the Foreman!

The lean green and white mech grins. "So yea're alive then?"

[sunshinedbells]

@wreckerjack started following Annabelle!

The tiny girl blinks, and then gasps softly, "...are you an autobot?"

[cerebrosurgeon]

[nonverbal starter] 👉 Point to something for my muse to see

〈Non-verbal RP starters〉

Jumping at the tap on his work station’s tabletop, Cerebros looked up, visor flickering with a well overdue optic cycle. Wheeljack was pointing at something nonchalantly, already focused back on the complex contraption he’d spent the last two hours working on. Turning his attention where it was directed, he tilted his head and turned the impacted t-cog around in his hands, immediately noticing the flaw that had been preventing any meaningful progress for days now. A plate the size of an IDE connector was dented minutely, only visible in direct lighting, causing the edge to catch under a piece of the rounded casing.

“Oh,” he said, intelligently, feeling incredibly stupid. He laughed, vocaliser popping. Wheeljack had been in his company for three hours, maximum, and he’d already saved Cerebros what felt like weeks of work - And he had yet to blow anything up, and he handled equipment the Headmaster hardly knew the use for with ease. From an engineering perspective, he made him feel more incompetent than Gasket and Grommet did, which was impressive. 

“Thank you, wow,” another laugh. He was sincere, grinning sheepishly behind his faceplate. “On a scale of ten minutes to two hours, how much of an idiot do I look like?”