#(cybertronian form)

[rescuebabiesau]

Proper reference for Whitewater Rush's "cybertronian" and "mosaic" form.

Because she is a water mosaic, the opalescent sheen of her bot form is based on the rainbows formed by sunlight passing through the mists of waterfalls.

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

★ - drag my muse by the arm because the smol has to show the tol something

Terra blinks, watching Bee for a long moment before he starts moving. He allows himself to be led, a curious quirk to an optic ridge as he pads almost silently after the smaller mecha.

“Where are you leading me, Bumblebee?”

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

He awakens confused. His mind is a jumbled mess of half-memories and hallucinations. Or, at least he thinks they’re hallucinations. Optics open slowly, new stimuli making the sensitive components ache.

There’s a weight sprawled across his chest. He slowly looks down and sees Eclipse laying across his chassis, recharging. Is he bigger?

The pain that has plagued his Core has diminished. It lingers, an ache rather than a sharp, agonizing pain. He still feels weak, though.

Something doesn’t feel right. Like he’s missing something. He looks about uncertainly, mind focusing on, of all beings, Ianuaria. For some reason, he feels her. A faint familiarity.

What happened?

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

Terra, have I ever mentioned how beautiful you are. You've the most gorgeous wings I have ever seen. Besides that I have found myself unable to keep you off my mind since our last encounter. ~Betterdoctorthanyou (for the fluster meme)

Terra stares for a moment before a soft blue blush materializes upon his cheeks. His wings, massive things even in his base form, fan in a nervous gesture, translucent membranes shining near iridescent in the bright overhead lights.

“O-our last meeting was very enthralling... I must say I am rather taken by you... Perhaps you would like to spend one of your off cycles with me?”

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

It's late. The bitlets are asleep. Megatron all but flops into the berth next to his mate, nuzzling against the larger mech. He knew Terra had been tired lately. His own exhaustion filtering through their bond, despite his efforts to block it. "My spark." He whispered, snuggling close and gently stroking his mate's plating.

Terra hums gently, quietly. Cyan optics peer tiredly at Megatron, a warm smile masking how sick his frame, despite not even being truly real, feels. Clawed servos gently surround the smaller mech, bringing his mate close.

“Hello, Dearspark,” he rumbles as he stifles a bout of reflexive coughs.

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

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(comes in quietly)

He kneels and reaches out with a servo to gently coax Bee to lift his helm. He smiles and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the mini’s cheek, then to the corner of his mouth.

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

There’s nothing quite like awakening with a massive, multi-winged dragon curled up on your form. And a hexapedal inferno cat lying next to you. That is the sight Terra awakened to. Khadgar is draped across the berth, massive, beastly form barely giving any room for anyone else. But the soothing aura they give off more than makes up for their hogging of space. Aglaeca is just there to get away from the Dream for a while.

[immortalwanderer-a-blog]

( Bee comes in, gingerly holding a tiny tiny terra cotta pot holding a VERY big flower. ) Terra! Terra!!!

He hisses at the noise, shielding his helm under yet another blanket. Dimmed cyan optics peer out, staring at Bee.“Quietly, please.” He manages to say, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. He looks to the flower and looks back at Bee.“What is that?” He queries softly.