#wwheeljack

And you draw him and Hook and Scav so cute like. Would love to just see more of the six of them. They are giving me cuteness aggression hehe

thank you!! they're a lot of fun to draw, and i agree! i specifically decided to include scrapper here because i think he needs more love!!!

they give me cuteness agression as well... but luckily for the structibugs, there's only a hard hat here today so they're safe. for now.

nothing to see here... !!

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masterpost

Prowl: no… don't… I only got rid of him…

From here

Headcanon 1: Realistic

Probably low-hanging fruit here, but Dead End has depression, along with a fear of being left behind/rejected. Those two things tend to feed into each other and become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Headcanon 2: May or not be realistic

When he's not too deep in his own apathy or sense of hopelessness, Dead End is actually pretty good at reading the other Stunticons and knowing what would help them during their own struggles.

Headcanon 3: Evil and heart-breaking why would you do this

Most of the time, his "what's the point?" attitude stems from cynicism and apathy. But sometimes, Dead End wonders if everyone really would be better off without him around.

Headcanon 4: Doesn't align with canon

thank you so much!!

hellloooo i'm so happy you liked my vortex enough to come to me!!

i jumped on this request SOOO quick you don't even know-- i've been waiting for an excuse to draw these goobers.

first aid has one of the cutest cartoon designs and hook is my second favorite constructicon of all time (scavenger is best boy)... thanks for the request, this ship is quite cute and-- with your explanation-- really works???

"'Mr. Scrapper...' Now that's a new one."

After murmuring that, he smiles. Or, at least, you can only assume he does--what with the mask and everything.

"I've got a lot to say but I'm not very eloquent, and would rather not talk your audials--sorry, ears--off, so let's keep it short but sweet.

"Hook always wants the best for everyone and for everyone to do their best. And he'll never lie to you. His tone could still use some work, but no worries--that's why I'm here.

"Bonecrusher's really laid-back and open-minded. If he sees something that isn't up to par, that's not a problem to him at all--he'll tear it down until he's made it right.

"Long Haul is super reliable and never panics; plus he's the first to react when something goes wrong. I think he should be allowed to complain every once in a while--within reason.

"Mixmaster is creative, and that shouldn't be taken away from him. Who cares about convention when his work speaks for itself?

"And last but never least, Scavenger--always helpful, but always underselling himself. He can find the worth in something anyone else would overlook."

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RP Wishlist

6: Something angsty

WELL, I saw this fanart a while ago of ES Megatron with Dark Energon growing out of him, and I thought to myself, "Hey... what if I did that to Brawl :)"

Because he was canonically directly infused with Dark Energon by Megatron, so I feel like even if he hasn't ingested or otherwise been exposed to anymore since, there could still be trace amounts in his system. Then there's the fact that WFC/FOC Megatron can control Dark Energon, and encourage it to grow so... we better hope that the Combaticons don't meet their Megatron (or any other version of him capable of controlling it) while Brawl still has Dark Energon in him.

7: Something violent

In all my years here, I've never rp'ed Bruticus getting to fight another combiner. So. That needs to happen. It'd be set in the past, that way it can get nasty and maybe even result in some life threatening injuries. Those are always fun, right?

8: Something romantic

Onslaught and Scrapper deserve to FINALLY have an actual date, especially after getting upstaged by Hook and Swin lmao

(CW for injuries. Also I’m writing this on my tablet as I am in the middle of moving. Yay. However, this was a lot of fun to write on a break)

“Crosshair, get to the ship!” Hunter ordered over the comm channel.

Τhe sniper ignored his older brother’s command and realigned his next shot up in he tree. Another droid’s head sailed off while the body hit the dirt. B1s were almost too easy at this point for him to pick off, even though Clone Force 99 had received combat clearance five months ago. It had hit the point where he and Wrecker created a competition to see who could take out the most in a standard week. Loser scrubbed down the can.

Crosshair had no intention of losing this week.

Two more shots. Two more heads.

“Get down now, Crosshair!”

“You’re not clear yet,” he argued back, peering up from the scope to see them running for him. “Hold on.”

Tech’s voice now came onto the channel. “You have done sufficient damage. Now please get down from there.”

“Ugh, you-“

Shots came firing at him now. Crosshair pulled his scope back up to see a wave of B2s flanking a tank. He positioned the barrel to get a shot right through the barrel of the tank. One shot, and then-

The tank fired first and splinters erupted below him. Crosshair tore his helmet away as the branch he was seated on suddenly gave way.

“Crosshair!” Wrecker screeched.

He must have been twenty five feet high above the fast-approaching ground. Someone was screaming. Instinctively, Crosshair closed before he hit the ground. His whole body jolted by the impact when something harder than dirt struck his side. For a moment, breathing was a forgotten bodily function.

“Crosshair!”

His mouth opened to suck in a deep breath. Instantly, pain crackled around his rib cage. Crosshair blinked his eyes open to see Hunter sprinting towards him, yelling something he didn’t comprehend.

He closed his eyes again.

~!~

“Crosshair.”

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

“Crosshair, you must respond.”

“Go,” he whined, but his chest ached when he inhaled and opened his eyes.

The first thing that struck the sniper was the interior of the Marauder, followed by the realization of laying flat upon his bunk. Hanging off the edge of the rack was his twin brother, typing rapid fire onto his datapad. Tech paused for a moment and looked back at him before reaching into one of his multiple pouches.

“There’s not rocks in there again, are there?” Crosshair attempted to joke until he saw a tube of bacta come out of the pouch.

Tech fixed him with an unimpressed expression. “Had I known those sedimentary deposits I collected for geological examination would take up so much space, I would have left most of the samples behind. That incident also occurred four months ago. Now, how are you feeling?”

“Like I went a couple rounds with that trainer who had the lip ring,” he sighed.

Tech leaned down and pulled up their well-used medical kit to take out a gauze package. “I suppose falling from such a height could be compared to combat training against Lees Bardeux. Fortunately, you only broke two ribs, cracked three others, and suffered a moderate abrasion to your temple.”

“Which you’re lucky for.”

Crosshair now realized Hunter stood right behind him, arms crossed. His face seemed to be trying to scowl, except his eyes were somewhat shiny. Seeing that was enough to make the sniper feel crappier while Tech applied the bacta and gauze to his head wound. Hunter always internalized every failure like Crosshair did, although Hunter did it with things that weren’t even his fault.

“I’m alive,” Crosshair quipped, hoping to squash Hunter’s guilt with ill humor.

Unfortunately, the scowl dropped and Hunter looked frustrated instead. “For once, can you just listen to orders?”

A reply of how that went against what their squad did was on the tip of Crosshair’s tongue. However, he found the words difficult to say out loud. Sure, he was a cold-hearted piece of shit. Hurting his brother drowning in guilt though…that would be taking it too far.

“Next time, I’ll listen the first time,” Crosshair promised, hoping it would appease his brother.

The sergeant seemed satisfied with that. Tech gave Hunter a somewhat smug look before Wrecker appeared around the corner. “You didn’t tell me he was awake!”

“Good news, Crosshair is awake,” Tech said bluntly.

Crosshair chuckled before his ribs protested again. “Kriff.”

“You should be feeling better in a few days,” his twin explained, returning his gaze to the datapad. “Unfortunately, you will need to rest and use cold packs, as well as sleep upright and perform a few breathing exercises. Fortunately, none of your vital organs have been perforated.”

“Goodie.”

“We flew outta no man’s land into that Republic-occupied area while you were out,” Wrecker explained as he started pulling the blankets from the other bunks. “Also, we ‘lost’ the comm signal after General Windu kept asking Hunter what happened.”

“Droids get it?” Crosshair asked.

“Chewed wires,” Tech corrected, a gleam in his eye. “Such a surprise for a vessel such as ours, but these things happen.”

Hunter nodded. “They scraped away enough coating before cutting them that even I can’t tell the difference.”

The sniper laughed again before remembering it hurt. “Ow.”

Hunter dropped down and brought their heads together, ruffling Crosshair’s hair. “Still, thanks for covering our asses.”