Wheeljack was an excellent Autobot in most respects. However, he wasn't a very good Autobot in the respect that he tried to weaponise each and everything he came across. He was sure that Spike was still sore at him after he'd invented exploding potato chips. Carly had laughed.
Now, he thought he finally had a viable design for weaponising the Tra'la'kan water from the Well of Transformation. It was mere coincidence, he assured Ratchet and Perceptor, that the apparatus resembled a super-soaker. The only step that was left was testing.
From his position on the grassy hill. He had a great view of the gathered Decepticons, all listening to that old windbag Megatron. Well, he might as well take out the most dangerous one first. He might not get another shot if he did. Wheeljack squeezed the trigger, and his aim was true.
Megatron whinnied. Then, the unicorn flicked his lovely, long, flowing mane, set his head and horn down, and charged up the hill.
Grapple looked over the plans. They were exquisite, of course. He had drafted them. They had to be by their very nature. He traced over the lines with his fingers, remembering the feel of the ideas. The plans whispered to him of carefully arrayed columns. His pinkie delicately touched the curves and designs of the termini. Grapple did not even need to behold the plans with his optics to experience the content. He could feel the difference in texture between the slightly raised ink and the smooth, slick plastic
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*hugs Grapple* Poor dear... Such a sad piece - it sets you up for how much he loves what he has created, and then rips it away in four short sentences.
I have an even harder time thinking of something you wouldn't write.
Uhm. Uhm.
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1) Optimus Prime/Ironhide
2) Non-evil artists. Or Constructicons. Or artist Constructicons.
3) Shiny happy anything.
(I actually don't want to see 1, either. I was just trying to think of stuff you wouldn't write. XD ).
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Now, he thought he finally had a viable design for weaponising the Tra'la'kan water from the Well of Transformation. It was mere coincidence, he assured Ratchet and Perceptor, that the apparatus resembled a super-soaker. The only step that was left was testing.
From his position on the grassy hill. He had a great view of the gathered Decepticons, all listening to that old windbag Megatron. Well, he might as well take out the most dangerous one first. He might not get another shot if he did. Wheeljack squeezed the trigger, and his aim was true.
Megatron whinnied. Then, the unicorn flicked his lovely, long, flowing mane, set his head and horn down, and charged up the hill.
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Awesome! I loves it!
(Naturally, no other icon would work for this beyond my My Little Megatron icon...)
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I'm generally pretty indifferent to Grapple, but now I want to snuggle him!
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