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[iwozlegit]

I heccin love those posts you reblog of all the scenery, the stars, and the wolves ♡♡

Answering ~

|| 🍍• Eeeee, thank you!

I try and think about wee categories that Wheeljack’s personality can be slotted into, so Galaxy imagery is very much his “jackhammer journeys”, I guess wolves are more of an animal faceclaim?? The open roads are what he craves, you know, like the freedom there as well.

I have previously had like altmode ones and I think even like “father and child” ones for a very early AU concept I had (probably dropped that one now though)

Does anyone wanna have Wheeljack’s baby? XD

[underground-boss-clay]

📰

Flittle post, June 20, 2021

🐦 SaltyDan (@SaltyDan)

CALL OUT POST FOR CLAY OF DRIFTVEIL GYM

FUCKING OLD MAN COMPLETELY WIPED OUT MY TEAM

THERE IS NO WAY I SHOULD HAVE LOST AND HERE IS A WORD DOC EXPLAINING ALL THE WAYS THAT BASTARD IS CHEATING

HELP ME CANCEL THE COWBOY FUCKER

[ClayisOverParty.doc]

🐦 SurfsUp (@SurfsUp): Dude, you were using Electric types and a Fire type starter, what did you expect. Get a Water type and grind your Lilligant more, smh.

🐦SugarNSpice (@EverythingNice): ☝️ Whimsicott is part-Fairy. Switch it out for Lilligant or Sunflora if you want to use a Grass type against Excadrill.

🐦SmeargleisBest (@SmeargleisBest): You said he was using a Full Restore, but the video link in your doc just shows a regular Super Potion. Even in that container you could tell the difference between the two.

🐦 StunfiskAppreciationClub (@StunfiskisFunfisk): A Water type would solve ALL your problems my dude. Git Gud. 😂

🐦Palindromeon (@Eeveevee): YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU'RE GETTING CLAYTON CANCELLED FOR NO REASON

🐦ExesAndHoOhs (@XandHoOhs): HE'S JUST A RANCHER IN CANALAVE, FIND SOME OTHER GUY TO CYBER-BULLY

[fandomcaseymix]

A Mech Or A Monster?

Author's note: well, another oneshot for @sugarand-everythingnice's AU. I got really inspired when I listened to 'A Man or A Monster' by Sam Tinnesz. I just thought it fits in perfectly for the story.

Have fun reading!

Summary: Wheeljack reflects on his current state while the team tries to help him feel welcomed again.

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When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Wheeljack shuddered awake again. He opened his sleepy optics a bit and glanced around the room, blinking a couple of times. His overly amplified audios were straining to listen to the surroundings, trying to catch something. A few minutes passed, and the Wrecker, noticing nothing suspicious, closed his optics, intending to go into recharge.

Wheeljack has lost count of how many times he has slipped out of the real world into the dreamland. Every time everything happened according to the same pattern: he was asleep, he heard something or so it seemed to him, he woke up, he listened to the sounds, he fell asleep and woke up again. The white mech was so tired of these three times cursed instincts that he was ready to give up. Well, his natural stubbornness and pride did not allow him to do it. The Wrecker wanted to sleep. And let those who want to disturb him roll into the slag.

Do you hold the light, or is darkness underneath?

This war was exhausting. It drained all the internal fluids out of him like an energon vampire. It tortured, it killed, it took everything away. It seemed that the balance in the universe had decided to outweigh the evil side. The Wrecker was tired of fighting. All of the Autobots were tired of the centuries-old war, which turned from a simple struggle for freedom and equality into a merciless massacre for power and resources. They would have given up long ago and stopped fighting if it wasn't for the Earth. They had lost their home, so they couldn't let others lose theirs because of their war.

In your hands, there's a touch that can heal.

Another instinct pulled him out of a half-doze. Wheeljack lifted his beastly head and brought his right paw closer to his optics, examining it. His dark gray fingers were relaxed, and the curved claws protruding from them glittered in the dimly lit hangar in the corner of which he was sleeping. There was nothing familiar left of his old servos that he could look at calmly. The white mech made a couple of movements, clenching and unclenching his paw into a fist, as far as its current appearance allowed, and lowered the limb flat on the concrete floor, laying his head next to it.

But in those same hands, is the power to kill.

The sharp claws scraped the floor with a long, nasty screech. Somehow Wheeljack restrained himself from grimacing at the unpleasant sound for his sensitive hearing, and tightly squeezed the optics shut. He was disgusted to see all that had been done to him. In the moments of transformation from an ordinary Cybertronian to.. this the white mech desperately wanted to just shut down or at least just die to just not feel pain. It seemed that Shockwave wanted the Wrecker to remain conscious and feel this unbearable pain. Wheeljack could hardly decide for himself which was worse: to suffer from a painful transformation or to see how all the Autobots were scared of him? With each passing day, the white mech inclined to believe the second option. He had been tortured during interrogation before, so he was already used to experiencing pain.

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Wheeljack felt an irritated growl come out of his throat. During the time he was here, huddled in the farthest corner of another hangar, he was able to think about a lot. Usually, the mech was always the first to get into battle, without thinking about the consequences, but here... apparently, his current condition has changed that. The same question flashed through his processor over and over again, to which he could not find an answer.

What is he?

Who is he now? Is he still a mech? Or a monster that lives only by instincts?

A mech or a Monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

And once again, this eternal conflict between the processor and the spark. The former insisted that he was a predacon, a monster whose purpose was only hunting and atrocities. The latter tried to reach out to the mind, saying that deep inside he was still the same Wheeljack before the experiment, no matter that his appearance was different. And Wrecker didn't know what to do, trying to figure out who he was now.

Are you a man, or a monster?

How long can this go on? Is that life when everyone looks at him like a monster? What should he do now? Will the team be able to accept him like this?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

Wheeljack sighed, relaxing his entire frame. He was too tired to think about it again. Slagging instincts...

Pat.

The Wrecker lazily opened his optics, once again listening to the sounds. There was almost dead silence. The only sound was the wind in the ventilation. Shrugging his shoulderpads, the mech turned predacon tried to fall asleep again.

Patpatpat.

Huh? That sound again.

Patpatpat.

Okay, so he wasn't hearing things.

Wheeljack pricked up his audio sensors. The sound was quiet, even for his super hearing, frequent, as if someone very small was approaching him. Who was it? Were there humans? What did they want from him?

The footsteps faded, and a voice rang out in the silence.

"Wheeljack?"

The Wrecker froze, recognizing the voice. It was Miko.

"Jackie? You awake?" the girl asked again, and the mech felt her knuckles tapping on his paw. The cybertronian did not answer, sleepily turning his muzzle away from the human. Miko snorted. "Come on, I know you're not sleeping."

Wheeljack sighed wearily.

"Go away, kid," he said, growling irritably.

"Maybe we should leave him alone." a second voice said, a boyish one. Raf is here too? It turns out that...

"I don't know, but we wanted to help," a third voice replied. Jack, he remembered. "Considering how the ‘Bots behave around him..."

"No, we'll do what we planned!" Miko declared and, tapping the white metal again, began to push his paw back and forth. "Come on, Wheeljack, wake up! Come on, we're going to watch a movie with the Autobots!"

"Leave me alone," Wheeljack grumbled, gently pushing the human girl away from him.

"Man, you sound like Ratchet!" Miko pouted, offended,and began pushing the strong metal limb again. "Why are you silent? Help me!"

"Miko, it seems to me that Wheeljack clearly said to be left alone," Jack tried to put his friend down.

"But he's an Autobot, too!" Miko objected, making another attempt to shake Racker awake.

"No, I'm not," Wheeljack replied, unable to hold on, pulling his paw towards him so that the girl could not touch him.

"You're an autobot, Jackie! We all think so!" Miko exclaimed, and the boys supported her. "You're still you! That's cool!"

The Wrecker was silent for a few seconds. He knew it was true. His identity was still with him, he didn’t follow his instincts and was in a sober mind and a bright memory. But how can he convince himself of this so that he doesn't doubt it at every step?

The white mech slowly rose to his paws, restraining the urge to grimace at the screeching sound. He approached the teenagers and threateningly brought his head closer to them. As expected, the Earth children backed away as soon as he stood up.

"Tell me, kids," Wheeljack began slowly, blowing a stream of warm air over them, and looked at each of the teenagers in turn. "What do you see?"

The boys and the girl stood in silence, as if trying to find words. The Wrecker watched each of them closely. All he saw there was fear.

"Just as I thought," the white mech said softly and turned his head to return to his spot and finally fall asleep.

"I see you," he heard Miko's voice and froze abruptly.

"What?.." he asked, thinking that he had misheard, and returned his attention to the earthlings.

"I see you, Jackie," the Japanese girl repeated, stubbornly lifting her chin. "We see you. Not the monster. Not the beast. Not even the predacon. You."

"She's right," Jack said, squaring his shoulders confidently. "Despite the fact that your appearance has changed, you are still you. Our friend and a member of the Autobot team."

"No, I’m not," the Wrecker shook his head, denying the words he had heard. He didn't need pity. Their words didn't help.

"You know, there’s a saying on Earth," Raf chimed in, coming closest to the white mech. "Appearances can be deceptive. Someone who looks scary can be very kind."

"Exactly! You're still the same Wheeljack who defeated that imposter! We destroyed Hardshell together! Have you forgotten all this, Jackie?" Miko exclaimed, making Wheeljack flinch.

Indeed, how could he forget that? He's a Wrecker! He's an Autobot, for Primus' sake! How can any experiment change that? They tried to break him down and kill him thousands of times, but he eventually broke free and returned!

Jackie always comes back, Bulkhead said when it came to the white mech. Yes, he always came back. But this time he wasn't happy to be back.

Wheeljack sighed wearily, the wave of fleeting enthusiasm subsided as suddenly as it had rolled in. No matter how right Miko was, the Wrecker still doubted that he would be accepted the way she had accepted him.

"Sorry, kid," he said in a strangled voice and squinted to the side, not daring to look the human in the eye. "I appreciate your support, but it's much more complicated. It's better for me to be alone, as I'm used to. You can watch the movie without me."

"Actually, it was Jack's idea," Raf said, trying to get the white autobot's attention again. "And Optimus approved it. Even Ultra Magnus agreed to participate in watching the movie with us. Come, Wheeljack, you'll like it!"

"Come on, Jackie! You're part of our family too!" Miko supported the boy.

Wheeljack opened his mouth in a daze, his fangs flashing slightly.

You're part of our family too.

He didn't even know what to say to that. Did Miko really consider him her family? Even after what happened to him? How lucky Bulkhead is to have such an amazing girl as his partner. Her optimism could only be envied. Maybe it's worth a try after all? What if it really helps him to restore his former relationship with the Autobots with his current appearance? If even Ultra Magnus decided to join, then why not?

"Fine," Wheeljack finally agreed, making Miko squeal with joy.

"You'll see, you'll like it!" she said enthusiastically and headed for the exit of the hangar. "Come on!"

"In that case, what is the name of the movie?" Wheeljack asked, following the energetic girl.

Raf was the one who answered the question.

"Actually, it's an animated movie," he clarified, catching up with the Autobot. "It's called ‘How to Train Your Dragon’."

The Wrecker felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

What an irony. A cartoon about a dragon, the earthly equivalent of a predacon, what could be worse? Maybe he agreed in vain? Although... The kids said he would like it. Well, if they say so, then it's probably true.

When they arrived at Hangar E, Wheeljack was surprised by what he saw. All of the Autobots of the Team Prime were gathered in the huge room, even Mrs. Darby and Fowler came here. Instead of dispersing in fear, the ‘Bots and humans looked as if they were glad to see him. No fear, no wariness, no hostility. Were they really glad that he had decided to join them? Bulkhead spoke first.

"Jackie!" He smiled broadly. "Come, we even saved you a seat."

Wheeljack grinned out of habit. Now he had no doubts.

"Count me in, buddy."

The movie turned out to be very interesting. He liked the main character with a slightly strange name Hiccup. The inventive kid was somewhat similar to him, but at the same time there was a resemblance to Toothless, the black dragon. Raf was right: the dragons from the movie weren’t evil at all, like Wheeljack himself, and these Vikings mercilessly killed them without knowing the whole truth. Slag, they didn't even think to wonder why the dragons behaved like that! An intelligent race, yeah, sure...

Autobots were just as interested as humans. However, this was probably the kids’ idea. The Wrecker was even glad that he agreed to join.

Unknowingly, Wheeljack finally fell asleep, leaning on Bulkhead, next to whom he was sitting surrounded by the rest of the Autobots and humans.

No. Not just any Autobots or humans.

His family.

[theicescorpions]

Primal Fire

Wheeljack never escaped the Decepticons after the fall of the Autobot Base. Instead he was given to Shockwave as a test subject. Through a series of horrific experiments, Wheeljack is no longer a normal Cybertronian. He’s been turned into a Predacon. When Starscream and Knockout cause a zombie outbreak on the Nemesis, Wheeljack escapes. Now out for revenge and seeking to learn how to control his new body he finds an unlikely new friend, another Predacon experiment who was long thought dead.

Story inspired by @sugarand-everythingnice and her “Of Flesh and Steel” AU

Chapter One: Rebirth

Choking, Burning with white hot fire, Wheeljack struggled within the viscous fluid that filled his containment cylinder. Unspeakable pain, relentless agony, time ceased to exist. Only this torture and a deepening hatred of those who condemned him to this hell.

He’d been captured by the Decepticons and instead of sentencing him to death after they rooted around in his head he’d been given to Shockwave as a test subject.

Wheeljack couldn’t hear or see anything and whatever that one eyed freak was doing to him the only thing Wheeljack was aware of was that it felt like his armor had been melted away leaving only his protoform behind and the mad scientist was playing ‘operation’ while keeping him alive and aware of every bit of pain.

Eventually he felt his body begin to itch and new armor beginning to grow across his protoform and the tube seemed to shrink and there was no more room to thrash or fight the pain and he was left to curl into a tight ball to fit into the increasingly small space.

Wheeljack could feel his mind slip in and out of consciousness and his memories became fuzzy and hard to grasp. He clutched tightly to the memory of Team Prime, Bulkhead and Miko and the last memory he had of his carrier. As the memories grew harder to remember something changed.

He heard alarms and the thick glass around him cracking then blaster fire. As the blaster fire receded, Wheeljack flexed and stretched, hearing the glass around him crack even more.

He knew he had to break free before it was too late. His movements grew more frenzied as the Decepticons were too preoccupied with their own battle to notice his struggle. His mind reeling with the idea of freedom after what felt like an eternity of misery.

With one last surge of strength, Wheeljack burst through the glass, shards flying in all directions. He spilled out onto the floor in a heap. His frame immediately heaved and he began purging a fluorescent yellow goo from his system and he gasped for fresh air.

He looked around, his mind hazy. Everything seemed so much smaller. He forced himself to stand and was startled that he couldn’t stand on two legs. Then he looked up and the reflection of the face he saw wasn’t his own. It was a monster from one of Miko’s movies. Wheeljack recoiled back but heard more blaster fire and screaming. No time to figure out what the hell was happening he had to get out before Shockwave came back and continued whatever this was.

He awkwardly found his footing after tripping and falling over his feet and his tail??? This was so fucked.

Wheeljack's head swam as he stumbled forward, each movement sending jolts of pain through his circuits, his new form feeling foreign and unwieldy. The sounds of battle echoed around him, the cacophony of blaster fire and shouting spurring him on. He needed to find his way out, away from the Decepticons and their torturous experiments.

As he moved through the dimly lit corridors, Wheeljack couldn't help but marvel at the strength in his new limbs, the sharp claws at the end of his digitigrade legs clicking against the metal floor with each step. His tail swished behind him, a constant reminder of his altered state.

Rounding a corner, Wheeljack froze as he came face to face with a group of Decepticons. They stared at him in shock, backing away at the sight of this unfamiliar creature before them.

Without hesitation, Wheeljack lunged forward, his instincts taking over. He ripped apart several Decepticons and his jaws closed on the last vehicon with a sickening crunch, warm energon oozed out of its crushed frame, staining his new teeth. He ended up involuntarily swallowing the vehicon’s blood and his body immediately demanded more. He was starving. He crunched down harder, sending a larger gush of energon down his parched throat and he began to chew, devouring half of the vehicon before his head cleared enough to focus on the matter at hand.

No time to feed. Danger. Out out out. Had to get out.

Wheeljack sprinted through the halls of the Decepticon ship, He was desperate to escape this place, to be anywhere but here. He eventually made it up to the flight deck and skidded to a halt at the edge of the ship.

Looking down, Wheeljack saw a vast expanse of Forest far below him. The trees stretched out as far as the eye could see, painted in hues of green and brown. This was his only hope for freedom.

With a deep breath, Wheeljack leaped off the ship. If his frame couldn’t handle the drop, oh well. death was preferable to being recaptured. And if he died at least the pain would end.

Plummeting down towards the forest floor, Wheeljack braced himself for the impact. His armor offered little protection against the ground's unforgiving surface. As he hit the ground, he rolled, skidding across the mossy leaves and twigs with a loud crackling noise, trees splintering under the weight of his mass pin balling off of them until he finally tumbled to a stop. The pain coursed through him like wildfire, but it was a different kind of pain, overshadowed by the relief of freedom.

He lay there for a moment, gasping for air, his body heaving and trying to recover from his ordeal. The sky above him was darkening as thunder rumbled in the distance. Relief flooded his systems and the exhaustion he felt from the constant agonizing torment pulled him under, not realizing that the low sound he heard was coming from his own chest.

Wheeljack snapped back into awareness after an undetermined amount of time when he heard the underbrush rustling. A pair of golden optics met his blue ones. A reassuring thrum permeated the air and he involuntarily relaxed as the creature approached him and gently nosed his face.

His chest rumbled back a response filled with pain. The creature hummed a reassuring melody as it pierced a spot on his foreleg with a talon. Wheeljack jerked and hissed before the creature dug out a tracker and threw it away.

Wheeljack looked between the creature and the device for a moment before he realized what it was, rage boiling to the surface in a vicious hiss as he quickly smashed it with his claws angrily before losing his strength again and collapsing back to the ground.

The creature licked the wound it had made on his frame and it stopped bleeding. It then slipped its body under his and lifted him up on its back. His head hung down over its shoulder, his abnormally long neck making it so that his nose almost touched the ground.

The creature used its snout to adjust him into a more comfortable position before quickly retreating deeper into the heart of the forest.

Back on the Decepticon warship, the vampiric zombie outbreak had been contained and dealt with and Shockwave was assessing damage to the ship by order of Lord Megatron when he finally returned to his lab. The one eyed mech stared at the shattered containment cylinder and the flashing red warnings on the screens.

!Containment Breach!

Physical Alterations: Complete

Memory Wipe: Failure

Containment Protocol: Failure

Termination protocol: Failure

Tracking: Error! No tracker found

Shockwave quickly turned to report this to Megatron. Starscream and his idiotic folly have created more than five major issues on this day. And one of them was still an active threat.

Chapter Two: Monster

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[hklisaann]

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[iwozlegit]

Yall have sparks right?

It's the culmination of your being and all. Does it beat like a human heart, or is it some sort of hum? Is there anything about a spark that you can share?

🔱|| “Goin’ in with the big an’ bold like a Wrecker…I like it, ‘Sport. But ya’ probably not gonna’ like my answer all that much, an’ I do kinda’ prefer blowin’ scrap up than scroungin’ round my processor to teach anatomy…there’s your warnin’ before we get started,”

The war-hardened Wrecker mused thoughtfully, rhythmically tapping his digits atop his hips as he considered where to begin with such a large topic.

“Sparks kinda’ do all of the above. Some have more of a hum than a beat. Some have more of a beat than a hum. But they’re pretty…deep conversation starters. Pretty personal. Seein’ all the shifts of your own spark is crazy but seein’ someone else’s spark is…well…how often do you see someone else’s heart? Jus’ watch out for the old busybodies with questions like that though, alright? Lil’ heads-up. They might go all snowflakey an’ whine with that sorta’ opener…”