#wreckerxjack

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@wreckerxjack

You know, I don’t think I’ve actually taken down Wheeljack yet... Time to fix that!

Sparkplug watched Wheeljack cross the base for a moment, before launching herself off the rafter and plowing right into the other bot to knock him over. Tumbling forward with him, she grinned as they skidded to a stop across the floor.

“I think Jazz would rate that a seven out of ten?”

[alacritysparked]

wreckerxjack replied to your post “raptor-racer replied to your post “screechingtires replied to your...”

Okay, okay, I'll take it [Grins]

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[gonnacounttothree]

wreckerxjack replied to your post “autobotwheelie replied to your post “Various robots are liking the...”

[Winks]

[screeches]

[the-historical-constant-blog]

@wreckerxjack

It had been... he no longer knew how long it had been. Days? Weeks? Time seemed to drift along in bits and spurts, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. What mattered was that he would not fail. Not this time. Not again.

The stasis cuffs locked too tight around his thin wrists seemed to bite deeper into him every time he shifted, but that small hurt vanished into the sea of other, brighter hurts. The Decepticons knew what they were doing, he had to give them that, and they were nothing if not thorough. 

For a long time, he held onto the hope that soon his Autobot brethren had in fact recieved his message and were on the way to rescue him, but he had long since come to terms with the fact that his desperate cry for aid was lost to the blue skies of this planet. He would not be rescued. He would not go home.

But he would not fail.

His only hope now was that he could remain strong until they finally tired of him and finished him off. He could stay silent, and keep what precious little information he knew locked away, as his final service to the Autobot cause.

[the-historical-constant-blog]

"The world’s gonna know your name."

“Um, thank you? Pardon me, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

Spill it: Scale of one to ten, how hot are my abs?

send “spill it” plus a question and my muse will answer.

« 🎻 » || This one, he's much more willing to answer. The Seeker snorts, cocking a brow.

"Put them at a nine -- no. No higher than a... nine point eight. Because there's always room for improvement."

[wyvernworks]

wreckerxjack replied to your post “tfw a blog reblogs your vent post even though it says in the tags...”

(Block 'em. That's... they have no right to reblog something you state you don't want reblogged.)

((I’d love to but I don’t know if I can block a blog that doesn’t follow me

[alacritysparked]

wreckerxjack

“Um...h-hey, Wheeljack?” Oh Primus, he should just back out now with his dignity intact and forget whatever possessed him to seek out the Wrecker. That’s what he was gonna do, say “never mind” and head in the other direction and just forget about the...awkwardness the past couple days had on his frame.

“Is that, uh, offer still open?”

Ratchet was going to murder him.