Bumblebee is definitely the crazy cat equivalent of a Cybertronian when it comes to humans. He has had like six different humans already? So imagine them all existing at the same time.
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Optimus: Bee don't do it.
Bumblebee slowly reaching for Raf: (ㆁωㆁ)
Optimus: Put him back you already have five humans already.
*Bumblebee grabs Raf and speeds off with him*
Optimus: Sigh.
Ratchet: We need to have an intervention that boy is addicted.
Optimus: No-
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*Bumblebee cuddling with all his humans*
Prowl: Ugh.
Bumblebee: You wanna go bitch? I won't hesitate to blast your fragging face off.
Prowl: Primus calm down.
Bumblebee: That's what I thought. Jealous fragger....
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Optimus: Primus give me strength.
Arcree: What's he doing now?
Optimus: Apparently buying matching Christmas sweaters for him and his charges.
Arcree: The human holiday? Isn't that five cycles away?
Ratchet: That's what I said!
Ratchet: You know an intervention is still on the table.
Optimus I'm too tired for this bs: Stop.
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If you're wondering how everyone rides in bee: Charlie gets driver seat privileges, Raf has shock gun, Spike is in the truck, Russell is wedged between Alex and Sari in the back, with Sam on the roof.
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How about one where the reader is a little stressed out and the boys help idk what ever you feel is right could be any or all the boys-wyn
YES YES WYN U HAVE MY HEART FOR THIS.
THIS WILL BE FUN.
in a relations vs. not???
-`✮´- lower case implied
charlie ᰔᩚ
[not in a relationship]
❥ notices right off the bat, i feel like he also has this persistent anxiousness so he can kind of tell when you’re stressed or upset.
❥ he’s quick to sit beside you and shield you away from everyone just in case you don’t want to draw attention to yourself. also speaks very quietly, hand on your shoulder if you’re okay with physical touch in that moment.
❥ “hey, can you look at me, please?” “i want to help, can i help? is that okay?” “what’s bothering you? it's okay if you don’t want to talk, just nod your head."
❥ if you’re okay with physical touch, he’s petting your shoulder, holdning and squeezing your hands all gently with his warm ones. he looks like a kicked puppy the way he’s staring at you with such deep concern. it makes your heart ache.
❥ hates seeing you this stressed cos you’re never really like this near him.
❥ when you tell him everything he makes sure to do all of the things you like, silly faces, stories, whatever it may be. anything to get you to laugh or even smile the slightest bit.
[in a relationship]
❥ he cups your face all gentle. you look visible stressed, eyebrows knitted together, your gaze unfocused like you’re lost in thought. his gentle touch brings you back to the present, and your eyes meet his concerned ones.
❥ “what’s bothering you, love?” “was it me? was it something i said or did?” “no? do you want a hug?” “let’s get you some water, huh, baby?” “what’s troubling you, hm? you wanna tell me? it’s okay if you don’t, sweetie, i’ll take care of you, regardless.”
❥ you stressed = charlie stressed
❥ he’s getting you to drink water, he ties your hair up and everything. he’s so freaking worried about his love:(
❥ his hands are shaking as he’s smoothing down your hair, cupping your face, watching your expressions carefully. when you talk to him about whatever’s bothering you, he fucking looks at you with watery eyes, feeling guilty that he can’t do much. although if he could, he take your stress and give it to himself tenfold.
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schlatt ᰔᩚ
[not in a relationship]
❥ he wouldn’t notice right away, let’s be real, he’s probably clueless as shit when it comes to this stuff but he’ll try his best.
❥ it takes some more prominent signs for him to notice what’s up. like if you withdraw or if you talk a little less than usual. he’ll start to put together pieces. especially if he asks if you’re okay and you say “yeah, just tired.” he’ll scoff in your face.
❥ “fuckin’ tired my ass. look at you,” “you really thought that sorry ass excuse was gonna cut it?” "jesus, you’re fuckin’ bouncin’ your leg n’ shit. you’re not fucking okay.” “tell me what’s wrong. better yet, write it down for me,”
❥ he’s kinda pissed you won’t tell him the trust, and that you used some stupid excuse to get out of telling him or talking about it.
❥ he makes you sit down and put down whatever you’re doing. he’s engaging in full eye contact so that you don’t have any excuses to think of, and so that you can’t avert your gaze.
[in a relationship]
❥ he’s better at figuring out what’s wrong while you’re in a realtionship since you tend to be more closer with him and your habits are repetitive and easy for him to gauge something’s off. not only that but you’d be able to tell him anything at any time because he’s easygoing as shit. he doesn’t have to be in a good or bad mood. you just tell him.
❥ so this time he’ll notice you’re a bit less verbal, and you haven’t told him something.
❥ “hey toots, what’s been botherin’ you?” “you trying to tell me somethin’? you mad at me?” “oh fuck baby, don’t look like that. you’re makin’ my heart all achy inside.” “you need to start telling me things, i wanna help, babe.”
❥ he has you sit at the couch, pushing you gently against the cushions. he acts like you’re made of glass....or hungover. he brings you whatever he can reach the easiest in the fridge, not if it’s alcohol. he’ll hold the glass to your mouth, having you drink it slowly, "easy, toots, eaaasssyy."
❥ he’ll bring a note pad and some tacky pen and tap it gently, prompting you to either write or speak. he’s rather impatient when it comes to these things, but not to the point where he's upset with you or mad. he just wants to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible so he can help his poor baby.
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ted ᰔᩚ
[not in a relationship]
❥ he can easily tell that you’re stressed. very easily. and he’ll study you in silence. you notice that he’s always trying to fucking gauge your emotions, watching your body language so intensely.
❥ he knows you’re stressed, and he waits a bit for you to tell him, but if or when you won’t, he’ll confront it. if you’re near people, he’ll take you somewhere quiet and have you take to him.
❥ eye contact is key for him during communication, he needs to maintain eye contact.
❥ “you’re upset. i can tell. you don’t hide it well.” “why don’t we sit down and you tell me what’s bothering you?” “hey don’t look at that, look at me.” “i can’t be of much help to you if you’re not speaking to me, hm?”
❥ very set on trying to get you to talk, but obviously doesn’t want to push your boundaries. he’ll give up the verbal confession, and negotiatiates with you that ends up in you *pinky* promising to text him later.
[in a relationship]
❥ watched you, tries to wait it out and let you tell him, but gets impatient.
❥ he’s freaking the fuck out! why is his baby so stressed? what caused it? who caused it? how can he fix it?
❥ brings up ALL your favorite things. he tries to get you to smile, plays your favorite movie, reads you a book, gets you your favorite stuffie, EVERYTHING, he’s fucking panicking inside. he races up and down the stairs, bringing you things when it doesn’t seem like you’re pleased.
❥ “you feeling sick, sweetpea? is that it?" "here, look, i brought you [plushy name]!” “why’s my poor baby so upset, hmm? what’s gotten my sweet girl/boy/person so frowny?” "is it a bellyache? are you sick, my lovey?” “do you feel comfortable talking to me about whatever it is?”
❥ exhausts and stresses the fuck out of himself trying to help you. when you finally tell him, if possible he assists you with whatever it is or does it for you, or tries his best to comfort you through it and be by your side.
YOUR POST FOR THE NIGHT!! i will get to all of my requests eventually i swear. im exhausted rn!
i freaking love ted and wish i wrote more for him but i didn’t want to be repetitive and i’m dozing off while writing this lollll
theres nothing more demotivating than trying to create something and people immediately comparing it to something else.
I know that hermit archives is an amazing fic and many of my friends told me about it, however I did not read that so i can't really say how close is my idea to their work.
I do not want to be "the original one" and my silly au are nothing more than just silly aus. but i create them, i draw comics, think about characters interacting, i think about it so much for people to just to see some similarities and dismiss my tries to just "i think it just .....".
It's my creating space, my ideas may not be completely original, we live in a world where everything has been created already. but these ideas a still mine of some sort, I do try to add something from myself. So if you see some artists' content and the only thing in your head is how you can compare this thing to others work, kindly leave and do not interact with me ever again.
I uploaded this to my Reddit page because the Deltarune sub are so obsessed with fake internet points but anyways I can’t decide for shit where to place this soul for an art piece I wanna finish eventually involving the Vessel I’d like some help please since I am indecisive and tired-
Also sorry I haven’t posted much here… I’ll try to be more active, once I do what I gotta do IRL
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No pairing, just pre-canon Golbez & Kain being traumatized / neglected kids
"The lake gets real slippery if you aren't careful!"
Golbez flinched as he looked around. He had made completely sure that no one was around to see him. Not this close to Baron. Never this close to Baron. Rubicante would definitely kill him if he knew he had gotten caught. Though as he took a moment to take in the words being said, he noticed that something was off. This wasn't a knight of Baron. The voice was too young for that.
So a child had noticed him sneaking around the castle. He turned around and saw said child, standing close to the edge of the frozen lake. Wearing a jacket that definitely was not fit for the cold weather in Baron right now, but at least a scarf around their neck. Golbez saw light blond hair from where he stood, shoulder length, tied back. Right now he didn't really know if it was better or worse that this kid had seen him.
Golbez brought the voice to mind again. Slightly androgynous but leaning more towards the male side. So probably a boy. Would his parents believe him if he said he had seen a strange man…boy…sneaking around the castle? Though at the same time was he too far away to really do some damage. Though looking at the kid again, Golbez did wonder something else.
"Where are your parents?" he called to him.
For now he would make sure the kid told no one about him. But he didn't know who exactly this kid was, so killing him was out of the question. Even if he knew him killing him would be out of the question. He wouldn't kill an innocent child just because he had seen him. It would be different if it had been an adult, but that wasn't the case.
The boy shrugged his shoulders, but didn't back off, when Golbez walked closer. Somehow it wounded his pride that this kid seemed so undisturbed by him. At the same time, he really got it. Golbez himself was only 16 years old, and incredibly lanky in build. His recent growth spurt leaving him with too long limbs and at the mercy of Barbariccia's teasing remarks. So yeah, he probably wasn't the most intimidating looking. Didn't mean he couldn't rip this kid or his parents apart with his magic.
Golbez let out a startled sound as he slipped and fell right onto his ass. The kid laughed at that, though he did make his way onto the icy, frozen, lake, over to Golbez. With careful, yet graceful steps. It almost looked practised at that. Golbez did find himself wondering if he had done this before.
"Told you so," he said.
Golbez glared at him, though fell right on his face when he tried to get up. By that time the kid was right next to him, and Golbez finally was able to get a good enough look at him. His jacket definitely was not suited for this weather. It looked way too thin. At the same time did he not seem to mind it too much.
Golbez sighed and resigned to his fate. He sat down on the frozen water and looked around. He had walked quiet a way out here. He hadn't even meant to do so. He just had wanted to find a place were he could safely practice some greater dark magic. And then the frozen lake had come into view. It was a bit away from Baron, and did end in the ocean. Though as he had started walking on the ice it had seemed sturdy enough, so he had just kept going, until the kid had seen him. That again made him wonder why that kid was here all alone. Shouldn't he be with his parents, or friends or something like that?
The kid had a grin on his face, as he crouched down. He was thin as well. Worryingly so. Didn't they feed their children in Baron? No that couldn't be, the country was practically overflowing with abundance. Part of the reason why Master Zemus had made him stay close to the border, so once the time was right he could infiltrate the court of the king, together with the archfiends.
"Where are your parents? Should you really be here, all by yourself?" Golbez asked.
The kid shrugged his shoulders again and crouched down. Grin falling from his face as he looked at the ice beneath them. Golbez watched him and waited for an answer. Another possibility came to mind. What if he didn't have any parents anymore. Why hadn't he thought of that sooner.
After some more moments did the kid let out a long sigh and looked up. Eyes as blue as the skies meeting his deeply magically altered, purple ones. Though Golbez thought to see the kid's eyes shine a light violet if the sunlight hit them just right.
"Old man's away on a mission and mom…well you know…" he said.
Golbez nodded. He didn't know, though he would take from that that the kid's mother was dead. And his father seemed to be a knight. He did start to rack his brain, which divisions were out of the castle right now. Some of the dragoons had left together with some of the mages a few days ago. So one of them probably.
The kid sighed and made a motion mimicking kicking up dust. Golbez thought about it some more. Judging from his eyes he probably was the kid of one of the mages. Or he had at least some potential within him. Whether he knew that or not was another matter entirely. One Golbez couldn't care less about. The kid looked around, before hugging himself probably to get some more warmth into his body. So he did mind and just didn't want to show it. Was there no one around who would take care of him, while his father wasn't in town? Or did the just not want to listen. He did seem like a rather headstrong kid after all.
As the kid kicked up some nothing again, he did slip as well, falling onto his behind as well. The thing that did tip Golbez off was the faint cracking sound. His eyes widened as he looked down, seeing cracks not only form beneath himself, but also beneath the kid. That couldn't only come from the kid falling down. Though it probably also partly stemmed from him falling on his ass twice. Yet before he could react, the ice cracked more beneath them, and the only thing Golbez managed to do was to pull the kid closer to him, before the ice fully broke beneath them.
He had to commend the kid for not screaming his lunges out, and just look very, very shocked at the events happening. Golbez himself cursed, as he quickly spoke the words for the teleportation spell he knew. At moments like these he was thankful that the archfiends liked to annoy the hell out of him. It had been his drive to learn that particular spell rather quickly. In the blink of an eye only the cracked hole in the ice was left, while the two of them were gone.
They reappeared in a small cabin Golbez had claimed as his. Where he could meditate away from the archfiends, and even sometimes away from his master. Even if the spells to keep his master out of his thoughts were rather ineffective at times. He did count his blessings whenever his master decided to leave him alone on his own accord.
The boy had started to cling to Golbez, as they had firm ground beneath their feet again. Well, Golbez had firm ground beneath his feet. The boy was dangling in the air, as Golbez held him up. He set him down and waved his hand to light a fire in the fireplace. The cabin was small and unused, but he had made the best of it.
Both of their clothes were soaked through though. And now, if anyone had actually seen them, it would seem like he had just kidnapped an innocent kid. Golbez groaned and shook his head. Not the issue right now. Right now he needed to make sure the kid didn't catch a cold or something worse.
"Get out of your clothes," he said.
Golbez really, really didn't want to have to explain a dead kid to anyone really. Not to Barbarriccia and Rubicante, not to his master, and definitely not to the kid's father. Especially if he was a knight, who could bring major trouble for Golbez. No, he really, didn't need that right now. Or ever.
Golbez walked to a small chest where he had stored blankets and some change of clothes. He took out some of the blankets, opting for the thicker ones, even if he didn't really need them, and took out a change of clothes as well. He looked over his shoulder back to the kid only to sigh.
"I'm not going to look, kid, I'm not that kind of creep. You'll catch death if you stay in those clothes," he said.
Golbez turned his back to him again, and reorganised the rest of the contents. At least the fire was slowly filling the cabin with some kind of warmth. What did the kid think he would try to do? Did creeps like that really live in Baron? And if he said something like that, that should mean something, right?
Golbez shook his head and sighed. He held one of the blankets behind himself, so the kid could cover himself with it. They would just have to wait for his clothes to dry, until Golbez could send him home again. After some moments Golbez looked over his shoulder again, to see the kid having completely covered up.
"Good, now turn around, so I can change as well, kid," he said.
The boy pouted at him, but did comply. Golbez brushed some of his wet hair back and peeled himself out of his thin shirt and everything else. He already hated everything about this situation. Though maybe if he befriended this kid, he could get some more intel on the inner workings of Baron. Depending on how high ranking his father was. This definitely would be a dangerous game he'd be playing.
Golbez turned around, to see the kid having sat down in front of the fire. Golbez gathered the kid's clothes and hung them up together with his own. Afterwards he draped another blanket around the kid, just to be safe. He looked even smaller like this. Thinner. What the hell was his father doing?
"My name's Kain, you know?" he mumbled.
Golbez raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. That was a first step he assumed. Kain still didn't look at him, but rather stared at the flames. Golbez got some dry bread and dried fruits as well as nuts out. It wasn't great, but better than nothing, he assumed.
Finally he sat down next to Kain, the kid being wrapped in two blankets, while Golbez himself just sat there in some shorts and a tank top. Except for the clamminess left behind by his wet clothes he wasn't bothered by the cold. Probably part of his lineage. Kain did snuggle closer to him though.
"You're not from Baron, are you?" he asked.
Golbez hummed before he let out a sigh. He supposed it was that obvious. Though there was nothing wrong with just wandering around he supposed. At least that would be the angle he would play.
"I'm not. I travelling and was just passing through. Might've gotten a little lost," Golbez lied..
He let more of his magic course through his right arm, the one Kain was leaning against, to heat it up even more. To warm Kain up even more. He kept telling himself, that this was for his own selfish reasons. That he wasn't doing this because he cared for the kid. He just did want to avoid the trouble a dead child could bring.
"The name's Go-…Theodore by the way," Golbez added.
He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to tell the kid his birth name, but somehow it made more sense. It also might cause the kid to be less suspicious of him. 'Golbez' wasn't the most inviting name. Hence why his master had given it to him.
Kain hummed and took the dried fruits Golbez handed to him. Nibbling on them at best. He wondered if it would be too much, if he already started asking more questions. Though maybe he could at least somehow made sure that the kid would want to keep meeting up with him. At least a little bit of information he'd surely be able to provide.
"Eat, you need the strength," Golbez said.
Reluctantly he placed an arm around his shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. He turned his gaze to the flames afterwards just staring at them, as Kain hummed again. Golbez pretended to not notice how he started eating faster and taking more afterwards.
"Don't worry though, my old man won't notice me been gone," Kain mumbled.
Golbez nodded, but furrowed his eyebrows. Did he really have such a strained relationship with his father that he would think that. Though he had said his father was out on a mission, so that was probably was he meant. It still stuck him as slightly odd.
'And the rest of the country wouldn't care if I died.'
The thought came a bit later. Filtered though, because Golbez' had let his guard down. He didn't like using the gift his master had given him. It did cause him to much headaches. The thought did shock him. Even if he could relate to it too well. He wouldn't pry for now, but definitely later.
"Who is your father, kid?" he found himself asking instead.
Golbez snapped his mouth shut at the sigh coming from the kid. Making him sound much older than it should make him sound. He turned to look at him, only to see Kain staring down at the bread he was holding right now.
"I'm just curious. He must be a knight, right?" Golbez added.
It was almost an afterthought with which he added the sentence, but he was glad that he did add it. Kain did seem to relax a little bit more. He still didn't answer though and just started slowly eating again. More reluctantly this time.
The silence was already enough to tell him that his father must be someone important. He probably was scared that Golbez would try to use him. So he could get closer to his father through him. He wondered if something like that had happened to him often already.
"He won't give a damn about me, y'know? And he's not a knight, he's a dragoon. The best of them," Kain said.
Golbez eyes widened, and he did the best he could to shut his master's voice up. Of course he had been observing. And of course he wanted to use this situation. Golbez couldn't let him. Not when this kid seemed so defeated.
Not matter if his father was the commander of the dragoons of Baron. The strongest of the dragoons, the best that had been seen in ages. And incredibly influential when it came to the king as well. But Golbez was looking at Kain, and he saw not am opportunity to get closer to his father, but a lonely boy. Definitely not older than 6 or seven.
"Uhu…cool, I guess. Go to sleep, you need it," Golbez said.
He tried to play it off, while his head felt like it would split apart any moment now. His master furious for not playing this situation more to his advantage. He would lie his way out of a punishment later. Right now he was else wise occupied.
Kain stiffened and looked up at him with big eyes. In the light of the flames the violet shone through even more. Definitely some magic potential there. The lightness of the colour made Golbez assume more of an affinity towards white magic. Not that he minded right now. Or cared.
"I meant that. Go to sleep. Once you're awake, you're clothes are gonna be dry and we can see what you wanna do. Or eat, or something. I guess you can stay he until you're old man is back or something," he said.
His master's voice calmed down within his head at that. Seeing the opportunity to act further with this chance. Golbez just wanted to make sure the kid was alright a little bit longer. He did know all to well how much it could hurt if the own father was too occupied with his work, after all.
At least for a little moment more, he would try to be a save haven for Kain. Who settled back against his side now, eyes falling closed, breathing calming down. And he would do his best to keep his master's fangs away from him as well. One childhood stolen was enough. One childhood ruined was one too many.
