Beast Men, oh my!

Would Bumblebee ever ask Charlie to fix a minor part, if only to have a moment of affection and calmness she has a way of portraying to him? To have those sweet pats on the head, her soft voice calling him by the name she gave him? 

Would Charlie allow him close enough to touch? A big, powerful alien robot that could crush her if he wanted to? Would she ever attempt to comfort him every time he gave her those tired eyes? To ease a pain that he could not describe?

You bet.

So my main computer is in need of repairs, which means i had to make adjustments. this was done on paper  with traditional pencil and ink. its been a long while since i had done stuff on paper. it was nice :] 

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Earth was, in Bumblebee’s opinion, a strange and wonderful place. It was not the first organic planet he had visited, but it was definitely one of his favorite. In his first orbital year after landing, he had traveled wide and far, eager to experience as much of the diverse climates and biomes this planet had to offer. Being unable to cross the massive bodies of water separating the landmasses became one of the few times he regretted not being a flyer.

Then he met Charlie, and found out just how much he had been missing out by steering clear from the indigenous sentient species.

“What is it?”

Bumblebee lifted his left horn and tapped where it itched.

Charlie’s expression immediately turned sympathetic. “Oh, okay,” she said, climbing up the workbench inside the garage and pulling out her toolbox. “Come here so I can have a look.”

It was probably nothing, – just some gravel that got through the platings during their drive earlier. His system would be able to flush it out given some time, and as a scout, his frame was equipped to handle a little dust that would always accumulate during long range missions. Bumblebee leaned towards her anyway, slowly and gently so as not to startle his new friend. Charlie, for her part, had gotten used to the fact that her mini car transformed into a giant robot and did not flinch when the giant yellow head lay in front of her.

“There’s a lot of dirt in here,” she said, examining the offending part. “And some of your wires are rusting. We need to take care of that.” Patting Bumblebee’s head, she reached for the right tools.

Bumblebee shuttered his optics, feeling the tension in his body melt away as a pair of soft tiny hands brushed away the grit and replaced the rusty wires. One by one, his engines settled to restive state, humming quietly. He could not remember the last time he was able to relax like this. Certainly not on Cybertron, and even with Earth being mostly peaceful there was always an ever present sense of danger. It was still there, outside of this little garage, but Charlie somehow made everything feel safe. And best of all, he was not so lonely any more.

The workbench creaked underneath him.

“Hey!” Charlie exclaimed, half-laughing. “Careful, Bee. I only have one workbench!”

Bumblebee made a startled sound and tried to raise his head, but Charlie stopped him, rubbing with one hand and picking up a different wrench with another.

“Don’t worry. Just don’t lean in too much, okay? We’re almost done.”

The Autobot settled back down with a sigh. His horn no longer itched, which meant Charlie was all done by now and was tinkering just for the sake of it.

“I really wish you could tell me about your planet,” she said. “I wonder what it’s like out there.”

No you don’t, Bumblebee thought sadly. War had left Cybertron a complete wasteland. And with the AllSpark gone, there was no more life, organic or not. Older bots like Ratchet or Ironhide always reminisced about how luminous Cybertron was before the war, but Bumblebee did not remember much of that. Idly, he imagined what Ratchet would say if he ever learned that Bumblebee had allowed a ‘primitive organic life-form’ to handle his maintenance. It would be especially fun watching the medic’s expression upon learning that Charlie has done a pretty good job at that, too.

THE LONG AWAITED FOR GIVEAWAY FOR MY 2500 2600 FOLLOWER MILESTONE!!

IT’S SUPER SIMPLE: From April 11th until April 22nd, like and reblog this post to enter! 

Liking it is one entry, reblogging is a second! The winners will be chosen randomly at the end of that time period and announced the 23rd at 6 pm EST!

DO NOT REBLOG TO CONTEST ENTRY BLOGS. That’s horribly unfair to those entering legitimately, and if I catch somebody doing it, all of that somebody’s entries into the giveaway will be nullified. And I will be checking.

THE PRIZES:

First Place Winner will receive ALL the following:

One character sheet* ((OR)) single finished artwork* of a monster/OC of their choice.

One free normal length ficlet writing commission

Name added to the Special Thanks section of the monster dating sim

[IF APPLICABLE AND WANTED: addition of their OC/monster to the cast list of the monster dating sim as a cameo]

Second Prize Winner will receive BOTH of the following:

One character sheet* ((OR)) finished artwork* of a monster/OC of their choice

One free short length ficlet writing commission

Third Prize Winner will receive ONE of the following:

One finished artwork* of a monster/OC of their choice ((OR))

One free normal length ficlet commission

Fourth Prize Winner will receive ONE of the following:

One flat color artwork* of a monster/OC of their choice ((OR))

One free short length ficlet commission

**Please note that all artwork and writing prizes are subject to the normal SFW rules of my blog and that if I have issues with a plot or character, I reserve the right to ask for another option.**

**Please also note that ALL PRIZES WILL BE FOR DIGITAL GOODS. I will not be sending out printed, physical artworks or writings.**

In addition, prizes not claimed within 48 hours of being announced will be given to the next name on the list of winners.

*[In the context of this post: a “finished artwork” consists of a single full-colored and shaded character on a background; a “character sheet” consists of a front and back flat color artwork with a face detail inset; a “flat color artwork” consists of a single flat color character on a simple background. All writing commissions are per their normal word lengths according to my commission information.]

She was beautiful.

That was what he first noticed when he saw her.

Humans rarely came to his territory, too fearful of his kind too venture close. Too afraid of the gators. He wasn’t like the other gators, he knew that.

He had always known that…

He was massive, an odd mix of human and gator and he was frightening to look at. She wasn’t though. She was soft and sweet and he wondered how her skin felt and tasted…

He watched her carefully, golden eyes following her every move through the windows of the little house. He had thought that was as lucky as he would ever be…until she stepped out naked onto the porch.

Naked. For him, he hoped.

He growled happily, barely able to contain his excitement. Fire was rushing through his massive form as he watched her swim from the watery shadows . And that night, he couldn’t help himself anymore.

He called for her, wanting her desperately as his deep cry rang through the night.

“Come to me…be with me…”

She didn’t come.

But she left him little gifts of delicious meat and she kept swimming too, even walking around naked. She was teasing him with her beauty and it was working too.

He watched constantly and called for every night.

She would come soon, he thought.

And she did, slipping into the water late one night. And as she swam out into his murky home, he swam closer to her. He wanted to look at her, too touch her…But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to frighten her and…She would be frightened. She was going to run away, not fall into his arms.

No, instead she fell into the water.

And as she sank deeper into the water, he realized that she wasn’t awake. And suddenly, he didn’t care about her fear or anything else. He had to save her, he had to. And he did, holding her unconscious body in his arms for a moment before placing her down carefully. He had never been this close to a human before…He didn’t want to leave.

He wanted to stay and stare at her…

But he couldn’t. He dived back into the deep, back to his home and he was happy that she was safe…But he couldn’t wait anymore. He would try one more time tonight…And if she didn’t answer his call, he would leave.

He would have to leave. This human was breaking his heart…

So his deep call rang out one last time, hoping against hope that she would hear him. That she would come to him.

She did.

She swam to him, coming into his arms.

Careful not to hurt her with his claws, he held her happily. Slowly, he rose out of the water, looking down at her.

“There you are, cher…bout time you answered my call.”

She was so perfect and smelled so good…And he was so happy. Maybe she was a little scared, but he would concur that fear with love.

After all…she was his mate now.

And we finally have an Asian Dragon! A commission for @meggyhime. This was so sweet to write and I got to do a few things I’ve been wanting to. I hope you guys enjoy too!

You had taken to wandering even when you were small. It had become such an issue that your mother wouldn’t take you to go shopping with her anymore, you had gotten lost in the grocery store or mall one too many times. It had only proceeded to have gotten worse when your family moved to the country.

Your grandfather had gotten very sick so your parents decided to move closer to him to help your grandmother take care of him. You bought a big house that was old and needed a lot of work done so it was constantly one project after another. As such, you spent a lot of time outside. You explored the surrounding woods and fields. You ran along the creek bed and found where it disappeared under a cliff side.