unspokenresonance:

It probably wouldn’t have been an even fight. He was still wiry thin, and sickly gaunt. Wheeljack could probably knock him over with a stiff wind.

::…:: Such squinting behind his visor. ::Fiiiine. But you’re gonna have to paint me. I can’t reach everywhere.:: And paint in his feelers made him cranky.

::True that. Same with my frame.:: He chuckled. ::The dark shows lighter stains nicely.:: He thrummed. Soundwave wasn’t flirtatious so much as he was honest. ::Red or green might be nice. But i wouldn’t do too much of both, or you could end up looking like a christmas tree.::

It was only a suggestion; don’t you squint at him, sir. Wheeljack wasn’t going to force anything if Soundwave was just fine with how he was. To each their own, and painting a mech was a time-consuming job. You had to sand, prime, sand again, paint, sand for a final time, and finally buff’n polish.

Still, this was a unique opportunity, and Wheeljack wasn’t going to waste it. “Then by all means, follow me back to my lab,” Wheeljack cracked a grin, motioning for the lanky UAV to follow. The lab, of course, was a glorified garage, but it worked; it had all of the necessary tools for all sorts of Wrecker-former engineer shenanigans.

"Too much of the one, and I might start looking like Percy," Wheeljack commented with a hint of nostalgia. True, it wasn’t that long ago that they’d spoke last, but the Wrecker still missed him. It didn’t seem entirely fair that Perceptor had went off on an excursion when they’d finally just met again. “Fair warning, if this is gonna happen, you’re going to need to transform for me. It’s easier to paint an alt mode than it is a bot.”

(Source: wreckitwheeljack)

unspokenresonance:

wreckitwheeljack:

"I’ve been told under pretty good authority that you’d look great in silver," Wheeljack offered, thinking back to the strange Tyran Soundwave he’d met in the past; not too bad of a fellow—more or less—but it was still a Soundwave, which meant that Wheeljack still didn’t trust him much. But that was just common sense. "Wouldn’t need much else with all of those biolights, and with your dark protoform… you’d look pretty striking."

::Silver?:: His visor flickered in an amused color. ::I suppose i probably could rock a silver. I don’t posses that sort of paint, however.::

Soundwave  tilted his helm and crossed one arm to itch at the other in thought. ::On the subject of paint, i think you’d look pretty good in a darker tone. Either a dark navy, or a dark gray. It’d make your optics pop, and give your aft a very, very sexy gleam.:: Hey, if Wheeljack could comment on his paint, then he could comment on Wheeljack’s paint. 

"No?" So much for a sparring match; somehow they’d both managed to get off task, but that was fine, too. It wouldn’t have been a fair fight, anyway~ "I have some leftover from rebuilding the Jackhammer, if you care to prove me right."

"Maybe, but the white—-it serves a purpose. I always know where and what I’ve got on me," Wheeljack stated, chuckling at the startlingly out of place use of the word ‘sexy’. Sure, Soundwave might have been right, but the compliment seemed, for the lack of a better term, forward. Not necessarily flirtatiously forward, but a big leap and bound over what he’d been saying. "Still, I’m not too proud to admit, the ol’ colours are feeling a bit worn out. I was thinking of adding a little more red.. or green."

It depended on which looked better.

unspokenresonance:

wreckitwheeljack:

"The only thing I’d want to kill is that drab paint job of yours," Wheeljack said cheekily. Said the mech covered in grease. Well, nobody was perfect, and his own paint could use a bit of a touch up. Maybe another day, huh? "No offense, Soundwave, but the faded steel blue look doesn’t suit you—doesn’t match your bright personality."

::My paint is drab?:: He blinks behind his visor. Amused, the flier let his chest shake in a vaguely muted but still audible laugh from behind his mask. ::Truly? I think it is very fitting. It is the color i was sparked with, you know. It’s lightened a few shades since i was born, but it is still close enough. What color would you suggest, Wheeljack, that would fit my bright personality?::

"I’ve been told under pretty good authority that you’d look great in silver," Wheeljack offered, thinking back to the strange Tyran Soundwave he’d met in the past; not too bad of a fellow—more or less—but it was still a Soundwave, which meant that Wheeljack still didn’t trust him much. But that was just common sense. "Wouldn’t need much else with all of those biolights, and with your dark protoform… you’d look pretty striking."

ihavehiminmycrosshairs:

Transformers 30 Day Challenge
Day 1::
          Favorite Autobot
     {Perceptor}
X

ihavehiminmycrosshairs:

Transformers 30 Day Challenge

Day 1::

          Favorite Autobot

     {Perceptor}

X

enmused:

And in that moment all of us were Tracks and Cliffjumper.

enmused:

And in that moment all of us were Tracks and Cliffjumper.

til-all-are-one:

[Transformers All Hail Megatron: Perceptor]

Thus, Wheeljack—the very same Wheeljack who’s supposed to be on hiatus—will sit and pine for a deactivated url.

(( That moment when you want to poke at a blog and you suddenly realise that it’s no longer a valid url. Welp. ))

unspokenresonance:

wreckitwheeljack:

"I’d say you don’t know me very well, then," he dismissed. A little masochistic? Maybe. Some would call it a bad habit, but Wheeljack just thought it was fun. Now.. dismemberment might be a little far to call it fun, although it was possible he could surprise himself.

"Wouldn’t be very sportsman like of me if I did," Wheeljack remarked, smirking now.

::I never claimed to.:: he chortled softly in thought.

Soundwave dipped his helm in agreement, his screen lighting up with an amused emoticon. ::No, it wouldn’t. But, surprisingly, many bots have tried to use a ‘friendly’ spar to kill me.::

"The only thing I’d want to kill is that drab paint job of yours," Wheeljack said cheekily. Said the mech covered in grease. Well, nobody was perfect, and his own paint could use a bit of a touch up. Maybe another day, huh? "No offense, Soundwave, but the faded steel blue look doesn’t suit you—doesn’t match your bright personality."