#maccada

DON’T MOVE

Anyone remember THESE TWO??

Keep the cuff in your heart for me because anything I put up in my shop is Very slow to move out lololol. It'll probably be there for the next few months. kind Sunstorm anon , cause I haven't gotten a nice anon in years, you're getting the first fun blacklight images of any cuff of mine !!!! Sunstorm edition!!

ah yes, model headshots of the boy

so UHH Dratchet has consumed my life

Prowl stopped and started as he stalked about the elegant guest suite. Returning to Praxus had been an unmitigated disaster. His family had embraced his return, that had been no surprise. For all the Dukes understood, or professed to understand, his need to carve his own path, a path that had led him to Polihex, they were not subtle in demonstrating how much they wished he would come home.

They had embraced Jazz with almost as much joy as they had Prowl which had been a bit baffling but pleasing at the same time. He had not expected them to shun Jazz, for all he took after his Polihexian considerably more than he did his Praxian, the Dukes were not racist.It had taken a few breams for Prowl to understand that Jazz’s Polihexian originator was an old friend of his own procreators from back in the “old cycles”. Those cycles when they had been spies. They had helped Punch escape Praxus and Crosscut when Jazz and his twin had only been little sparklings. Even after all these vorns they had recognized him. They had called his decision to escort Prowl home fate. Now he knew why.

“Easy Prowl, deep breaths.”

“I am going to need more than deep venting to calm me down,” Prowl hissed as he paced again. “I cannot believe they actually signed a bonding contract with Punch.”

“To be honest ‘m surprised he came back here. His time in Praxus was a waking memory purge.”

“They should not have asked it of him.”

“I don’t think they bullied him.I think he wanted to come. I was surprised they invited my ‘genitors along too.”

“They recognize them as your progenitors. They would not consider entering negotiations without all parties involved. All parties but me.”

“Hey, they sidestepped me too,” Jazz replied.

“I am sorry, Jazz.”

“Sit wit me, Prowler.”

“I am sorry. You should not have come with me. You should have stayed home. They would never have come up with this scheme had you not escorted me.”

Jazz cocked his helm at Prowl. His visor hid his optics, but his mouth was bare and it was set in a frown. Prowl knew he had misspoken but he did not now how to apologize for speaking his truth. He plunked himself down on the couch next to Jazz and pull his legs up to hug his knees. Jazz did not touch him and Prowl knew for certain he had offended the mech but he could not bring himself to apologize. In any case, Jazz would not accept it if he did. He did not appreciate lies.

“They are using you to trap me.”

“I won’t be a trap,” Jazz said. He pulled Prowl’s servo into his and pressed something into his palm. Prowl looked down at his servo. It was a crest. It was a promise, and an offer.

“Jazz.”

“I nagged ya to let me come wit ya ‘cause I wanted to get their blessin’ before I asked ya. I never got to ask’em. You know why my ori agreed to the contract?”

“No.”

“Because he knows we love each other. He loves you. My brother and my genitors love you.”

“I love them too. They are remarkable mechanisms.”

“He also knew you would never agree to bond.”

“Jazz.”

“I know you don’t think y’re enough. Ya don’t think y’re worthy.”

“I think that’s why yer procreators went into negotiations wit my origin. They want to know y’re loved ‘n honoured, ‘n they know ya won’t take it for yerself. So they’ll foist it on ya ‘n hope some cycle y’ll believe.”

“Jazz... I...”

“I love ya, Prowl. I want to bond wit ya. I want to create wit ya.”

“My glitch...”

“Doesn’t define ya. It don’t decide yer worth. Y’re the hardest worker I ever met. Yer devoted, and yer loyal. I am blessed to be at yer side. I wanna make it legit. I want to be the progenitor of yer creations.”

“You really want to create with me?”

“Ya’d be a beautiful ‘n devoted origin.”

“What about my glitch? What if I pass it on?”

“We would love him. We would give him the best life.”

“You really want to bond with me. Create with me.”

“Yeah, Prowl, I love you wit all my spark.”