#mamatron

[purplejairox]

"Yes! Yes! To me my love!" Megatron had never felt more pride or love as when Andromeda took her first steps towards him. This was someone who sought him out for safety, care and love. He vowed to always be there for her with open arms.

A lovely Andromeda commission by @greseadraws TYSM ❤️

https://x.com/i/status/1997439850786521462

[kheprri-garde]

Fly with mama (sketch)

[gummys-regression-blog]

I love my parents :] - 🐝

[bvmbl3b33]

What it feels like talking to the like one other person that understands the dynamic/silly

[purplejairox]

Let's admire mama with tiny optics

[purplejairox]

Andromeda won’t nap without her carrier. Megatron doesn’t mind, it keeps her close to him

[purplejairox]

Mama cat guarding his first and only baby

[purplejairox]

Tysm ❤️ @natsunenuko for this chunky little galaxy butterfly baby 🦋✨️

"My blessed little star, come to me!" Megatron would call out to Andromeda, the sparkling letting out a delighted squeal as she let the lack of gravity guild her to her carrier. They both had found comfort in space, floating in the galaxy between the planets and the stars. He liked it because there weren't many threats for him to worry about. Space was a place he could let her play without worrying too much about erratic weather, predators or viruses. Andromeda liked the lack of noise and smells, most planets irritating her senses that would usually leave her overwhelmed.

She was born amongst the stars, her spark belonging to the cosmos, and Megatron would follow wherever her spark called home, unknowning that he was the home she always sought out.