#littlestwrecker

[matrixbearer]

Yes yes. Optimus still loves snails.

[matrixbearer]

"Hey, Optimus! Pick me up! I wanna be as tall as you." The littlest wrecker is hungry for attention, and won't leave the Prime alone until he entertains her ridiculous request.

♔⋅⋅⋅||; THE HAND OF A GOD CAME AND RAISED HER UP. Staggering at nearly thirty feet, Optimus could survey the world taller than some trees. They were atop lowly steeped mountain top. The wind came and brushed the leaves that then kissed his metal. There was a sway to him that moved with the wind; it slipped through the few gaps of his armor and whistled softly. The sun was unrelenting in its conflict with the chilly weather; spring would win out in the out, taking over the last remnants of winter and invading it with renewing green.

—WHAT A WORLD

Her will and his joy was his reason for sacrifice; Cybertron hung rotting in space, sacrificed for this young and fragile world. Optimus was without regrets, for it had been a choice necessary—LOOK AT HER SOLAR POWERED SMILE.

Love HER ( the children ) && their glorious world made his spark burst in flares that licked the gilt lining of its chamber. The same was felt for Cybertron and his people, but humanity… it was so precious, so small, so new and vulnerable.

Cybertronians had marched themselves towards extinction,and Optimus would never allow their sins to be paid by the young.

❝ The weather has already begun to change. ❞

Miko would never know the love he felt towards her tiny form. All she knew was his reticence, his stoic bravery, but if only she knew… she would know the tears he could not shed.

Time for a confession: ❝ Spring is my favorite time on Earth. ❞The rest remained hidden behind a feathered weighted smile and the twinkle of cerulean blue.

[titanwhispers]

( ✦  little human. )

{♪} || As littlest wrecker’s hazel eyes travelled up the frame of the new femme, they widened in awe as she leaned her weight onto her knees. She had wings. Proper, actual wings! 

Miko could barely contain her excitement. 

“Ohmygosh! Can you take me flying? Can we do loop-the-loop? Can we do somersaults? Will you let me have a go at flying you? Can we go to an airshow?” The words came out in one long but rushed breath, her lungs forcing her to stop speaking. 

Only for a second. 

“Hi Windblade! Awesome name! I’m Miko, I’m a Wrecker.” She paused for a short few seconds, catching some more breath. 

“And I’m not cute. I’m tough. Whatchoo hear about me?”

╰ ˚ ⚔ ˚ ╮ WHAT WAS HEIGHT now fell, although the drop was minimal and hardly noticeable. In an instant the polished face of chrome turned the youthful smile, with all its openness, into a reserved frown that curled the cupid’s bow. It was sadness that became her, heavy enough to drop her shoulders and take with her the prideful lilt of her wings. Windblade turned away from Miko, let out a small shuddering sigh, and then composed herself.

No more was her countenance friendly, instead it was painted as instructed. Training for the Diplomatic Corp now served her well, even though she was far from home. ❝ My apologies, Ms. Miko, but… ❞ For the sake of congeniality she then wore a drawn on smile that softened her disappointed features. SECRETS OF THE SPARK. ❝ I would rather not take on passengers. ❞ Miko could not see past her genial expression or what laid behind the words, for there was a muted add-on—( again ).

Propped into an affronted akimbo posture, Windblade raised her free servo upward and flicked casually towards the ceiling. ❝ No one told me anything about YOU specifically; just your species. Optimus Prime is very fond of your kind. ❞

[matrixbearer]

{🎼} Latches on to Prime's foot. <3

♔ ┊ HEIGHTS OF TITANS — Prime looked downward from where he stood, reacting to registered ping of pressure sensed upon his massive boot. Rather than what once would have been in the WILD of Cybertron, such as a glitchmouse, it was Miko with all her wondrous energy. In reward for her ( warm kindness ) && ( spirited joy ), Optimus let out a hearty smile that could survive the long fall.

            ❝ Hello, Miko. ❞

[vietalis-archived]

@littlest-wrecker

⇝ || “I -- are you Miko?”

[nursejunedarby-archive-blog]

@littlest-wrecker liked for a starter

June watched Miko closely. “Be careful, Miko. I don’t want to have to get the first aid kit out.”

[megatron-prime]

.:Crownless:.

+closed starter for @littlestwrecker+

The noise was back again. It had come and gone, at the same time every day, shortly after all the patrols past his window ceased. He assumed the Autobot team went on actual missions at some point, but that would mean the base should be empty save for Ratchet to operate the bridge and do whatever else Ratchet did. 

So what was that noise, rumbling in the tiny ventilation shafts that ran along the ceiling of his cell? Certainly it couldn’t be some form of parasite...those didn’t keep to schedules. 

Well, fate decided it was time for Megatron to find out, because when the noise started this time, the ventilation shaft came apart. A small mass tumbled out of the metal tubing and Megatron held his servo out on instinct.

Whatever landed in his hand was alive and organic. He suppressed a shudder of revulsion, studying it with some scrutiny. It was hardly a threat to him.

[beautyandthebadge]

littlestwrecker replied to your post:

Sounds boring. You should come now!

::Soon enough. I'm eager to see Earth.::