A while ago, all of my ordered figures were delivered, and all at the same day! Tbf, it were only two packs but still. I haven't come around to post them, but I have taken lots of pictures and made them pose even more. For now, take this
Post (re)union ft MP Prowl and Kuro Jazz
After so long, finally reunited, or rather united for the first time. He knew who 'Jazz' was, knew in his spark despite never having met the mech. Now, the excitement tapered off to an underlying buzz, Prowl sought out his new favorite spot - Jazz' lap. He had the perfect opportunity to simply look at his lover, let his optics trail over his face and chassis and shoulders and doorwings. Doorwings! He itched to touch them, but refrained for now. Not when Jazz was looking at him with as if he were to disappear if he looked away.
Prowl's tank churned uneasily as he remembered the longing and loneliness, waiting and waiting and waiting for Jazz to return to his side- but every cycle he woke, and every cycle he was still alone. However, that feeling had changed, his chest filling so rapidly with hope and desire, he had been sure to go nova.
The smooth chuckle accompanied by the deep purr of an engine brought him back to the present. His thumbs had stopped smoothing up and down Jazz' cheeks where he held his face, frame going lax and sleepy on top of him.
"Apologies. I was thinking. "
"Yer doorwings were saggin', yer optics dull. I'm here now, and I won't ever leave, not without ya. Don’t worry." Jazz' secure embrace squeezed shortly for emphasis, leaning into the servos. "'m never leavin' ya, my love, my everything."
The Praxian sighed, closing his optics as a small noise came from his vocalizer. Oh, how he had longed to hear those glyphs, how they lifted that huge crushing weight in his chassis that had threatened to drown him for so long. His grip shifted to just beneath the black helm and neck, to not squeeze his lover's faceplate too much. "I-" Prowl reset his vocalizer with a click. "Thank you, Jazz. I cannot express how much, how much this means to me. My Love." He let his crest come to rest softly to the other's forehelm, simply bathing in his EM-field, drinking in his presence.
Extra: BlokeesJazz watching the events unfold from a safe distance. The electricity crackling in the air moments prior to them meeting had him and BlokeesProwl resume a safe distance (BProwl lays conked out behind BJazz)
KJazz wondered about this thing in his lap. It resembled somewhat his Prowler but it was round and fluffy and squishy! Though it certainly seemed interested in just starting at him.
Suddenly, there were two of them, the other showing some serious agility as it perched itself on his shoulder pauldron. 'Where had this one come from? And why does it look like him??' In his confusion, KJazz was too distracted to notice the gloom surrounding the second fluffy creature, and the next thing he knew, he was laying on his side, groaning with a small dent to his helm. 'What in the Pit happened just now..?'
PuggleJazz turned back to PuggleProwl, who was doing a very convincing impression of an innocent puggle. "Ya know I hate when ya do that." He beeped out. "If ya want me so badly, all ya gotta do is say the glyph. "
PProwl dropped the act, a sly smirk appearing on his face. "Yes, but that is not as fun. Besides, you get really, ah, convincing with a bit of provocation." His smirk widened as PJazz came closer, crowding his space.
"Oh, I can be convincing. So much so that ya will remember to come straight to me."
