Last Stand of the Wreckers #3 (2010)
written by Nick Roche & James Roberts
art by Nick Roche, John Wycough, & Josh Burcham
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A very fun Deluxe mold. I see why this guy got so much love during Titans Return back in 2016.
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Last Stand of the Wreckers #3 (2010)
written by Nick Roche & James Roberts
art by Nick Roche, John Wycough, & Josh Burcham
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AGE OF THE PRIMES Wreck ‘n Doom Collection: Spinister (with Hairsplitter and Singe)
“If Thunderwing beats the creature, the Autobots – that’s fine by me. If he dies – I’ll send flowers!”
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AGE OF THE PRIMES Wreck ‘n Doom Collection: Topspin (with Freezeout)
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Random Old Comic: Battle Cry, Part 3 https://www.toyboxcomix.com/2025/02/28/battle-cry-part-3/
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Should I??
Write more of Wrangle getting to know Topspin?(cause of a certain thing a few months back Topspin is Wrangle’s canon sire XD)
Yes write more
no write less
CRICKETS OPTION THIS JS THE CRICKET BUTTON ONLY >:(
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[[MORE]]“deep intake Wrangle, you’ve met him before, surely he’ll not mind the fact you waited until now to see him again.” Wrangle whispered to himself, straightening his back, taking in deep breaths through his vents.
With anxiety coursing through him, he walked over to the location of a certain Wrecker.
“Topspin? It’s Wrangle.” The wrecker turned with a smile on his faceplate.
“Wrangle! My mechling! How good to see you, how have you been eh?” Topspin exclaimed, clapping his servos onto Wrangle’s shoulder, choosing to put aside the fact his spark called him by designation . “You look great.”
“Ah, I’m good, I’m good. Hey uh, lots happened since we met and I thought I’d come by.” Wrangle said, relaxing a bit.
“Ah, really? I can’t have missed too much, come on, you look tired, come on why don’t we head on to my ship and sit.”
On that ship, Wrangle sat in a large chair across from Topspin.
He took a deep breath as Topspin placed a cube of energon in front of him, sitting back to sip on his own cube.
“So, what’s eating at you. I can see it in your optics, same look your Carrier got when they got nervous. Like a spooked Cybertronian deer.” Topspin laughed, rolling his shoulders back.
“Heh.” Wrangle nervously chuckled, he had never seen a Cybertronian deer before in his life.
“I adopted, five, perfect little Quintessons.” Topspin’s optics widened and his smile seemed to falter but he remembered what Ratchet said about letting Wrangle reach out and he wasn’t gonna lose this.
“And I’m conjuxed, happily, to Eni, he’s a Vehicon miner from the Nemesis, he’s amazing. And I learned I’m carrying.”
“What?!” Topspin spat out his energon.
Wrangle jumped a bit.
“I-I mean okay, lot of information. Thank you for telling me about this. I, am glad you trust me enough to tell me.” Topspin said, sitting and leaning back against his chair.
“…do you have any questions?” Wrangle spoke quietly, tapping his digits against the cube of energon in front of him that sat untouched.
“Yes, first, why the frag ain’t you drinking that? You’re growing new life, you need it. And second, what are their names, the Quintessons.” Topspin said, calm now and smiling softly.
Wrangle smiled a touch and relaxed his frame, sipping quietly.
“Their names are, Malaria, Ratchy, Hailstrike, Critter, and Storm Relief. They’re perfect, healthy and social, Hailstrike, he’s shed and he’s a judge. He’s practically attached to me and Eni’s side. Malaria’s a real fighter, you’d love her. Ratchy and Storm Relief are so sweet, they can sense when someone’s upset. Critter, he’s small but he’s so brave.” Wrangle said happily.
Topspin smiled, happy his sparkling, had grown and found his own makeshift family, he was saddened that he’d fumbled at being a sire for Wrangle’s early life, to keep him safe from the Decepticons, but he’s safe now, happier than ever.
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Random Old Comic: Battle Cry, Part 2 https://www.toyboxcomix.com/2025/02/27/battle-cry-part-2/
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Wreck it(Roadbuster/Topspin x Reader)(Elan verse)SFW
It sure as hell wasn’t like getting to go to Daytona, but getting to come to any of the races at all felt like an escape from reality. For being so far above the oval, it didn’t stop as the cars blew by on the track. Engines roaring with the smell of hot asphalt, exhaust and rubber.
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But it was the thrum of power that got you, feeling it vibrate deep in your chest enough it stole your breath. It was a thrill unlike no other, and idly you had to wonder if everyone else here felt it too and was just as addicted to the feeling. Or if they were just watching their favorite racers and you were a weirdo.
Well, it didn’t matter. This was your safe zone. It was a K cup race, nothing fancy-no big names. Though 2 cars stood out, endorsements seeming to almost be hazy like a misprinted lable making it near impossible to guess. The numbers on the side seemed slapped on compared to the others. The green and blue impala though were dominating the track, gliding through the rush of metal like dancers to the front. Then letting themselves fall back as if toying with them.
The list of drivers didn’t really identify them-so who were they?
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Everything wound down with a satisfying finish, both mechs slipped through the access to the track during the whole fuss of the winners with the lower contenders. They could have easily taken the lead but that wasn’t why they were here, and were supposed to not draw excessive attention to themselves.
So slipping out to where the trucks and trailers were was relatively easy, a quick scan for security cameras and potential witnesses kept their change unnoticed as their plating shimmered and changed to fully unmarked vehicles.
::Oi this feels wrong:: Topspin grumbled, hating how bare he felt. Especially with weapons sub spaced, it wasn’t as noticeable when they were stretching their engines out on the track. But now it was prevalent without that distraction.
::Ach, I know just bit longer mate. Gotta get outta this rush of people. Prime will blow a gasket and lock us on base again if we cause trouble.:: The rush of fans wasn’t a joke, people moving in a solid mob but an itch of something made both wreckers stop and scan around.
::Nae, yae feel that?:: A pull, like when magnets of opposites caught each other to draw near. It only took a moment, a figure stood out like a beacon waiting at the crosswalk then and both mechs growled.
::So much for low key, they got keys in their hand. What's the vehicle?:: Topspin quickly shared his plan, and the other mech laughed-startling a passerby.
::Got the key scan, I’ll find the car. Run interference::
