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whatudottu · 2 years

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Ever since that post about Cybertronian proboscises by... @thunderpounce-inc was the right blog yes? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about buggy biology for bots. And that, combined with @emperor-kumquat ‘s recent video about Cybertronians being real bad aliens on purpose- I’ve gone ahead and turned them far more butterfly than I expected and so-

Have some thoughts about funky Cybertronian communication methods and also some ideas about a two-stage development cycle.

Going in order of topic, let’s talk about the sounds a bot can make. This is less about actual comms - which may or may not be a separate language to ‘vocal’ communication - and more so about the types of noises a Cybertronian can make that correlate to language spoken between two bots facing one another.

I’m not so sure if it’s actually canonical or not, a lot of the Transformers content I’ve consumed don’t particularly focus on that, but it’s become a widely accepted consensus that Cybertronians have a rather open ‘respiratory’ system with many vent openings that cycle air mostly to cool their engines and less for breathing. A form of communication that occurs in caterpillars (see where I’m getting butterfly?) is essentially whistling; they have 8 pairs of openings called spiracles and, noticed through experimenting, the 8th pair is responsible for the whistling noise.

Cybertronians are rather more uh... in control of most of their body, a consequence of being able to transform and needing to get the parts to move right even if it’s more instinctual, so I believe that a need little thing they can do is control individual vents to open and/or close to expel air through and make certain notes. Smaller bots will always whistle at a higher pitch than a larger bot, who plays a deeper melody, but that does not indicate the sound, pitch or tone of their greater ‘voice’. I’m of the opinion that - regardless of frame type - there is an equivalent number of vent openings across most mecha, and even the bots that have a differing number would only have a pair or two more or less than average. I also think that it’d be funny if their intake (mouth) isn’t connected to the vent system, but that’s just a sneak peak to what happens later.

Before we get to that, however, let’s get to the next noise they can make- buzzing. Bumblebee is a very prevalent example of this, but how do I explain it for Cybertronian biology across the board? Well-

The buzzing - inspired by cicadas in biology specifically, who use a specialised organ - actually occurs with the revving of an engine or the spooling of a turbine (and which other vehicle specific engine for other less common frames) as well as being the controlled vibration of transformation seams. A bot without an alt-mode or without the ability to transform relies simply on the voicebox as a last resort, which occurs in all frame-types naturally.

This is typically more a tone-indicator to match with the tonal whistling of a mecha, but it holds more meaning than a contemplative hum or an exasperated sigh might in a more human language. For example, a harsher rev may genuinely and directly translate to ‘go away’ and a whining spool could literally mean ‘get this over with’ in actual dictionary terms. It also a language method that is really insightful to reading someone’s character as a whole as, in general, one does not come into existence with the base knowledge to hide their intentions; a lot of mecha in the war have trained themselves not to give themselves away by controlling a lot of their natural reactions.

Between the main frame-types, of grounders and fliers, there is also a language difference in buzzing. Flight-frames - in addition to their turbines and seams - also buzz with their flight muscles and wings, where fixed-wings (referred to as Seekers as their frames are best suited to the position), rotaries and shuttles are akin to flies and bees alongside a cicada influence. Grounders with kibble or door-wings can also buzz with their ‘wings’, but they do not have any flight muscles to further speak flight-frame languages, and fliers without wing-kibble are able to still buzz with their flight muscles, but cannot convey any specific wing buzzing.

This is the origin of ‘Seeker Cant’, where flight-frames communicate in flight muscle and wing buzzing only between each other on mission or about specifics beholden to only one another, and though it’s specifically named after the fixed-wing framed Seeker division and classification within the Decepticon forces, all flight-frames with corresponding wing-kibble and flight-muscles can learn to speak this cant.

But pre-war days, this difference between buzzing types was mainly specific to regions with more or less grounders or fliers. Flier majority cities spoke in flight-frame specific languages - like Vosian to Vos - where a lot of buzzing cannot be translated into grounder language and tonal complexity is spread out between the body and the wings. Grounder majority cities spoke in ground-frame friendly languages - like Iaconian to Iacon - where though there is less physical tools to convey language, there are more grammatical tonal changes than any flier language. Praxus, with a lot of door-winged grounders, speaks a peculiar combination between grounder languages and wing specific buzzing. Cities with wingless fliers would speak in another differing combination, and cities with a balance of flight-frames and ground-frames would have both languages, which types depending on which city the mecha are a majority of.

However, a lot of these languages are inaccessible to monoformers and Cybertronians unable to or actively prevented from transformers, mecha that specifically do not have any feasible way to change form even to the basics such as servos to tools or weapons. They rely on their own voicebox, an organ that all mecha have, and many of the natural language carries over from stridulation, a language that mimics the sounds produced by carer mecha and sparklings without a voicebox. Cybertronian language, through only a voicebox, is filled with clicks and plosives (/t/, /d/, /k/, /g/ and even perhaps the odd /q/ and /G/) but not much in the way of retroflexes (the Hindustani / ʈ / and / ɖ /) or any particular Earth sounds that rely heavily on the flexibility of the tongue, as Cybertronians do not have a tongue but rather a proboscis. There’s not a whole lot else to say other than they echo that noise through their intakes and modify the sound of the voicebox much in the same way that they manipulate their vents to control their whistling.

And speaking of, Cybertronian language as a whole is a compilation of all of these specifics into one communication method. The language of most mecha is a combination of all three of these noises, from whistling to buzzing to even their use of voiceboxes. It’s a VERY overwhelming sounding language to those who cannot understand it, but it’s also unwelcoming (unfortunately) to monoformers and mecha unable to transform because of how they can only really express themselves two thirds of the way to other mecha. But, in a rather particular case, some mature mecha actually have a fourth part to the Cybertronian language, and it relates to the brief glimpse of a certain detail in the previous paragraph.

You may have caught the mention of sparklings and a thing called ‘carer mecha’, and how voicebox communications is meant to be a replacement for stridulation. This here is where the butterfly comparison pulls to ahead and how sparklings are very different to an mature Cybertronian.

Sparklings, unlike a fully upgraded bot, have an intake designed for the consumption of metals, minerals and solid energon crystals, and have pedipalps around an open intake to help break it’s food down into easily digestible parts. I am not fully sure of their physical description beyond the fact that they have essentially more limbs in this ‘larval’ state than a full formed ‘adult’, but alongside eating they are one of two forms of communication that sparklings possess. A lot of these limbs - regardless if they are also used to eat - are indeed capable of stridulating and are responsible for creating chirps, pops and whirrs indicative of Earth insects. Alongside this, they can also whistle with the prototype vent openings, the number of which remains consistent before and after upgrading.

These disappear and rearrange to the more closed intake of an ‘adult’ Cybertronian’s through the process of upgrading (which can very well be directly a metamorphosis or simply a procedure transition determined based on a certain age), but in certain mecha, the remnants of those pedipalps form a retractable mask. However, a very specific type of bot maintains the primary communication pedipalps (where feeding specific pedipalps form a closed intake), and they are considered ‘carer mecha’, the type of bot to look after newly forged from the Well or recently sparked protoform sparklings.

Carer mecha have extra limbs that frame their helm and rest beside their intake, perhaps act in place of an intake, and are assigned upon upgrade to teach and care for other new sparks with the knowledge that the carer mecha before them had done so. But- as I consider the details of these mecha, I begin to realise that this is reminding me of the TFP Insecticons and even Sunder’s whole ‘opening face’ gimmick, but since I know nothing about Sunder outside of Kumquat’s Mercy project, I will say that Insecticons (even if they hold more individuality than whatever TFP had going for them) have a majority of their own specific frame-type as carer mecha and are known to take care of Insecticon newsparks in whichever hotspot they gather around.

And with that... I think I’ve gotten through a whole lot of headcanons. This is probably equally as overwhelming as I see raw Cybertronian to Cybertronian language to be, and that’s just with the noises that they make, not even what rules of linguistics they may follow or break.

I’m going to take a rest after this- this is now actually beginning to hurt my head and I don’t think it’s the noodle’s that are rapidly cooling next to me to blame.

#cybertronian #sparklings #xenolinguistics #xenobiology #transformers #maccadam #there are mentions of bumblebee- insecticons and sunder #but i will not actually tag them because they have one paragraph to each of them at MOST this isn't a character post #headcanon #this is a very fucking long post- but it's hidden behind a readmore for the benefit for your dashboard and your brain #and genuinely- i need a break after this this fricken hurt #well i mean i loved writing this because i love to make the shitty aliens into actual aliens #but following the rules that kumquat put into his video i wanted to think about things that can be hidden behind an english translation #they said that the bots are human for a reason- so i went wig on the things that aren't really focused on #and again thunderpounce is making me think real hard about buggy cybertronians so this has been bouncing around in my mind

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emotionallyattachednerd · 6 months

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Firefly | RotB Bumblebee x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: Smut ( size difference ) and human on top of her bug. NSFW 18+.

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☕ Coffee

"Bee! Look at them all! An't they just beautiful?" You beam brightly as you lay against Bumblebee's chassis, snuggled up against him on this beautiful night with the unexpected yet alluring visitors.

It's date night for you and Bumblebee. He's been staying with Noah and Mirage while taking a break from missions, and he gets to be closer to you as well before he needs to meet up with Optimus again.

Now, on this night together, the fireflies we're all out and lighting up around you. You don't see them often, so this was a special treat.

"From ten thousand lightning bugs." Bumblebee sings through his radio making you giggle gently from one of your favourite songs.

"With so much shit in this world you've got to admire its beauty as well, what lives here, the innocent lives that bring such an amenity to us. So pretty." You coo in delight while leaning into Bumblebee more, admiring the surrounding glowing insects.

"Your smile makes me happier." Bumblebee always admires your alluring smiles, they bring such warmth to his spark, seeing you calm and happy.

Turning your head you face him on a better angle and lean closer, softly kissing the side of his mouth guard and savouring his soft vibrations of delight. He might not use his voice, but you enjoy his radio chatter and his ability to find everything through that.

Moving your hand you lift the shirt off your head, tossing it aside and wiggling out of your skirt and settling yourself back down.

"Daaaaaaamn." Bumblebee admires the black lace you wear as he traces his thick digits across them and against your skin.

His reaction makes you blush while leaning your body against his touch, letting out a low moan as your body breaks out in goosebumps. Your fingers trace over his yellow plating, up over his chassis and gently curling against both sides of his neck cables, earning you a satisfied rev from his engines.

Moving your hands you reach behind and unhook your bra and sling shot that across the grass. Your breasts are in view and your perk nipples harden under his eager touches. The fireflies hovered around and some landed against your skin making Bumblebee coo gently.

"Heavens above." He praises. They do tickle your skin a little but you decide to allow them to hang around during your coupling. Above all, despite his size, you have been able to take his spike before. The very thought makes your heated core throb under your panties.

Your hand descends and you start to rub yourself inside your panties, circling your clit with your thumb while pumping your fingers into your depths, curling against your walls and stretching yourself while planting kisses against his armour.

Bumblebee responds through lingering revs and moans, optics flickering through the growing pleasure that was boiling through him. He retracts his panel and you gasp as you feel the long throbbing length drag against you.

"It's been a while, huh? You're so eager." You whisper through your heated breaths before removing your hand from your core and slipping out of your panties.

"So fricken eager baby."

Now naked, you knew you were perhaps rushing slightly, but you can't help yourself as you take hold of his throbbing spike and position yourself on him, pressing down against his tip before feeling yourself stretch around him.

Gasping you slowly take inches at a time, feeling the ridges drag past your lips and against your inner walls, every throb sending gentle shockwaves through your body. The intense arousal that blooms through you only grows hotter as you take more of him, feeling his metal frame quicker before stopping half way and letting out a long moan as you give yourself a moment.

"Fucking hell. Bee, so big, so good! You're so fucking huge!" You cry out in bliss as you rest your hands against his chassis, clenching down on him as his servos hold you steady around your smaller body on him, wanting to be careful and not hurt you.

"So tight!"

Letting out a wide smirk, you caress your hands across his face before taking hold and slowly start to rock yourself on him, letting out short whimpers with each aching fill provided. You feel every throb and ridge rocking through you, your depths accepting more of him each time you sink back down, your hand moving to your belly where you feel his spike pressing up against you over again.

Feeling the lump gave you such a high, a desire to be filled by him always, to feel the lump and to be filled with his fluids so deeply. You're not crazy, you're simply in love with your robot boyfriend who you wanted to be with forever and always.

Most of the fireflies still hang around, not minding what was happening at all as they land on you and Bumblebee to join the fun. You can't help but giggle through the burning pleasure and glee, loving the glowing sight they provided on each of you.

Bumblebee's optics flicker more, his moans increasing as he holds back his overload. Again, it's been a while, so you're not too far off either from cumming around his twitching spike buried deep in your core as you ride him eagerly.

Your juices flood over him, leaking out onto his armour as you feel the warm leaks of his trans fluids soaking your channel. Moving your hand again you rub your clit gently, whimpering more followed by a loud mewl as you toss your head back, riding him harder and panting through your hammering heartbeat.

"Oh fuck! Bee! I'm close...so close!" You chant your warning to him as you feel yourself about to break loose on him.

"Come crumbling down!" You hear him answer, seconds before he jerks his hips up into you, spike twitching and erupting thick ropes of fluids deep within you, filling your belly where there's a small round lump formed. His sounds were so mechanical, machine like, and you are freaking addicted to it.

All the fireflies suddenly burst off your both during your orgasim and overload, leaving it just the two of you than on this beautiful night. Guess you both kind of scared them away.

Unleashing yourself you cum around him, clenching hard and crying out in bliss as your body convulses against him, planting yourself against his chassis where you pant heavily, breasts rubbing against his warm metal as you catch your breath while letting out soft murmurs.

"I just had sex!" He sings, making you snort a giggle.

"That we did. So good Bee, you're always so good. I'll love you forever my yellow bug. Will you love me?"

"Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will." Bumblebee speaks a quote fondly that makes you blush more.

Gently, he helps you off him, laying you against his chassis and soft blanket he had brought on your date. You lean up and kiss his cheek plating, before nuzzling yourself against the blanket and his warm metal, silently thanking whatever gods were real for making you so damn lucky.

"I love you, Bumblebee." You whisper fondly.

"I know." He answers that silly famous Han Solo quote that you can't help but giggle lightly through your tired state.

You are very lucky indeed.

#transformers #rotb #bumblebee #valveplug #bumblebee x reader #robot x human #reader insert #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 4 months

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Okay but that makes me think of a scenario where blake jokingly calls Yang her hubbie and yang calls her her wifey and it annoys the hell out of everyone everytime they do it

Good, Gods, this is amazing! Let's fricken go!

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Ruby: Thanks again for inviting us over for dinner, Blake!

Weiss: Yes, thank you so much for the invitation.

Blake: (from the kitchen) You're welcome. It's the least we can do after you guys helped Yang and I get our stuff moved in.

Ruby: It was no problem! What're teammates and sisters for?! But, where is Yang?

Blake: (placing serving dishes filled with food on the table) She should be here soon, but I can give her a call. She had to make a quick run. (pulls out her scroll and dials Yang's number)

Yang: (answers her scroll on her headset as she's driving Bumblebee 2.0 home) Hey, babe! I'm on my way home now. I should be there in about five minutes.

Blake: (rolls her eyes with a smile before teasing with a shit-eating grin) Well, hurry up. We have company, and they're beginning to wonder where my wonderful hubby is.

Yang: (loosens her grip on the throttle momentarily before picking up speed) Maybe they're just wondering how long they'll get to have my beautiful, amazing, totally sexy wifey to themselves before I get home.

Blake: (blushes with a smirk) Oh, please. As if anyone could compare to you, my blazing fireball of love. They're just counting the seconds until you grace them with your presence.

Yang: (snickers) Save some compliments for when I get there, babe. I might need a little extra sweetness tonight.

Blake: (playfully) Sweetness? I thought you liked it when things got a little spicy.

Yang: (full blown flirting) Only in combat, my gorgeous goddess. When it comes to you, it's all about the sweetness mixed with the spice.

Blake: (twirling her hair around her finger) Well, I'll make sure to have a dessert that matches your taste—sweet and just a hint of mischief.

Yang: (laughing giddily) Deal! I'll see you in a few!

*CLICK*

Blake: (stares at her scroll with a dumb smile on her face before turning back to the table) Uh...

Ruby & Weiss: (looks of pure disgust and diabetic illness spread across their faces)

Ruby: The dessert is right there, Blake!!! (points to the cherry pie on the table)

Blake: (blushes awkwardly) Ummmmm...

Weiss: Good, Gods! Control yourself, you bisexual biohazard! We're about to eat!

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby crack post #thank you anon #hubby yang #wifey blake #gods they're just diabetic disasters #not in front of the desert blake!#bisexual biohazard

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keef-a-corn · 9 months

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OH MY- HOLY SHIT, FUCKIN HELL YES! (Then no-)

LITERALLY AM DYING BY THE START OF TFE EPISODE 19!

ACKNOWLEDGING BUMBLEBEE’S PREVIOUS INJURIES!

AN ABSOLUTE SLAY!

I’M SO FRICKEN HAPPY ABOUT THIS!

LET BOI NOT BE OKAY!

Jawbreaker literally forced me to take breaks while viewing the episode-

Like bro did not learn not to fuck around when it comes to battle noises and Veterans

#transformers #maccadam #tfe #AHHH #LITERALLY LOVE THIS #THIS SORT OF THING IN MEDIA IS SO IMPORTANT

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gentleeclipsey · 1 year

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The ship of Bumblebee and Prowl could be called Pree and I think that's the stupidest fricken name but it's cute and better than Bowl

#transformers #transformers animated

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navii-blaze · 3 years

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There are no braincells.

#guys help #ok so i work in a small studio that has a door with a large window on it. no blinds or curtains #and this fricken bumblebee #out of no where starts ramming itself into the glass #at first i though someone was throwing rocks at the window but no just this bee the size of my damn thumb #this went on for like a minute and a half straight #until a bird caught it and flew away #that fucken bee was huge im not joking holy shit #ive seen big bumble bees before bc we have a giant lavender bush in the garden and the bees l o v e it #but jesus christ #fuckin throckmorton came to visit today

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flummoxisafunnyword · 3 years

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i had such a bad week oh my god

#i want to be a bumblebee and just go buzzing about my life and not have to worry about anything #i feel like i should like my job #but it's so fricken boring because i can't get in the lab #and every time i ask i'm just told that my time is better used elsewhere #YEAH #ON THE INCREDIBLY BORING STUFF #and then they ask if i'm happy on my projects and just frick #and i'm starting to look into grad school again but my dream masters would be a complete u-turn #like HUGE life change #so yeah there's that #also i ran out of birth control and had HORRIBLE cramps this week #and now i have vaccine side-effects #this WEEK man #personal

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ask-beacons-finest · 5 years

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Yang, Weiss is staring at Ruby while she's working out. (Sent by anon)

Yang, laying down on one of the bench press tables in the Beacon gym, her hair tied up and neatly laid to the side, her arms outstretched with a weighted barbell in her hands, the muscles in her arm straining: W-what?

Yang, carefully bringing the bar down, exhaling as she does and lets it rest, sits up, and stretches: Staring? Weiss? At Ruby? Come on don't be ridiculous, we've got the gym more or less all to ourselves she wouldn't be wasting it by...staring...at my sister.

Weiss, laying down on her stomach, holding her head up with her hands and dreamily kicking her legs in the air, watching Ruby: Hmmmmm~

Yang, glaring at Weiss, very disappointed: Dude...are you serious?

Weiss, turning her head, surprised at being caught, stammering: S-Shut up Yang! It's not like you do anything about Blake staring at you!

Yang, rolling her eyes, defensively retorting but her voice slowly dies down as Weiss grows more and more unimpressed: Blake does NOT stare...at...me...when I work out...

Yang, following Weiss's eyes, spotting Blake staring wide eyed at Yang, her pupils dilated: Oh, come on.

Blake, without blinking, her voice a hushed whisper: Keep...keep working out...why'd you stop...

Yang, dragging her hands down her face: I can't believe Ruby and I are the normal ones.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #whiterose #bumblebee #oof I checked this later and realized that I spelt ridiculous just...wrong...#It's a weird mix between my fingers working faster than my brain and my autocorrect being really fricken stupid???#my autocorrect has been real weird lately

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starprin101 · 4 years

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So I finally watched the Bumblebee movie

I know, I know, I'm two years late. But all I have to say is Bumblebee is an adorable baby boi and I love him so fricken much oh my god who gave him the right to be so cute like wtf. And anyone who says the movie was bad either hasn't watched it and is basing it's quality off the past movie series, or they have bad taste, or they didn't understand what was going on and who the characters were so just said "It's a bad movie."

To put it shortly, I'm officially part of the Transformers fandom.

But thAT RICK ROLL DOE LIKE-

#transformers #Bumblebee #Bumblebee 2018 #Bumblebee movie #maccadam

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Mother’s Day

[Twin Snowflakes]

It’s early in the morning. Weiss has just woken up to something a bit out of the ordinary. Someone had picked her outfit out already. It was an office dress; nothing too special. Except it was pure black with a glittery red belt and a slit in the dress on the left side. What made it strange though was Someone placed her black wig and red contacts next to it.

Needless to say, she was intrigued and was going to wear it. In a matter of minutes she was walking through her hallways in it.

Bleiss:Hello!? Yo, my little rugrats?.....Babe? I know one of you has to awa-

She turned the corner to see Jaune in a dashing white business suit and an over the top decorative bow on his head that was held in place by ribbon that went over his body; complete with a note.

Bleiss:Well hey there sexy. Looking a bit finer than usual.

Jaune:And you look every bit as gorgeous as the day I met you; better in fact.

Bleiss:*red* Are you going to read that note for me handsome?

Jaune:*clears throat* “Dear Mother Goose-

Bleiss:*snorts* (These kids...)

Jaune: “Happy Mother’s Day! We took deliberately or persuading dad to put on the suit you bought for him and waking up early enough to make breakfast downstairs. We’ll be out the house until dinner time. With love, you little rugrats.”

Bleiss:Should we be concerned our children basically know what we- what I like to do when we have alone time?

Jaune:You’re not exactly subtle when you’re like this.

Bleiss:I can’t help that you’re so irresistible. Though I don’t get what’s up with my suit.

Jaune:That wasn’t them. It was all me. I already said this but...

He saunters over to Bleiss who can’t help but smirk as his hand reaches for her waist and pulls her closer.

Jaune:You look really gorgeous today.

Bleiss:Isn’t breakfast waiting for us?

Jaune:That look in your eyes tell me you aren’t that hungry.

Bleiss:Not for food, no. So you gonna kiss me already or-mmph!?

Her words were cut off by a deep and loving kiss. What a good way to start the morning.

xxxx

Nora woke up and did her usual morning routine. Shower, stretching, and her workout clothes. Time to start the day. She walked over to her bed and kissed her sleeping husband on the cheek “Bye sweetie.” Nora said, before heading out of the room.

She almost made it out of her home when something caught her eye. A light from another room was coming from around the corner. The kitchen? Nora made her way towards the kitchen and hit with the glorious smell of pancakes. A hardy stack of them in heart shapes were on the counter while Valerie was washing the pan that they were made in. The girl grabbed two forks and an obscene amount of syrup.

Nora:Well whay do we have here!? Color me impressed.

Valerie:Happy Mother’s Day. How about we also make it a cheat day?

Nora:I say we are going to need a hundred more pancakes before it counts as a cheat day.

Ren:*walks in* Then I guess you need a master chef.

Nora:Oh you’re awake!

Ren:*kisses her cheek* Today is a special day.

Valerie:Let’s chow down!

Ren and Nora:Yeah!

xxxx

knock knock knock

Ruby:*opens door* Hello-

Summer:*holding a cookie jar* We know this might be a bit weird but....

Nick:*holding Roses* You’re basically like a mom to us too.

Summer and Nick:So Happy Mo-

Ruby pulls both of them into a giant hug and holds them close. The twins look a little stunned at first before hearing Ruby sniffle softly. They not wrap their arms around her in a loving embrace.

Ruby:Thank you....

xxxx

Veronica:Hey mom? Can you come here real quick and help me with some fabric?

Blake:I’m a little busy at the moment.

Veronica:*pouts* It would really be appreciated. If you could help. It would only take second.

Blake:*walking in* If it’s that easy than why- shut the fuck up!!!! Is this....!?

In that moment, Blake remembered what today was. She had been so busy with work that it crossed her mind. Even if she never forgotten, Blake would’ve been happy with a card. Instead she stood in front of an elegant kunoichi inspired outfit. The base was black win a purple haze design that went around it as if to give it a smokey look. Dark purple was also the color of the hems and sleeve cuffs with the black becoming accent on it. All topped off with a beautiful purple bow tied in the back. This alone was exceptional, but something made it better. It was....

Blake:Is this a replica of the main protagonist’s outfit from Ninjas of Love!?

Veronica:To. The. Last. Stitch.

Blake:*tearing up* Veronica this is outstanding! Wait, why are you reading-

Veronica:*red* I like the plot! Moving on... I hope you enjoy this and I don’t know if you’ll get the perfect opportunity to wear this but hey. I’m sure you’ll find an excuse.

Blake:You know I will. *hugs her* I love you.

Veronica:*purring* I know!

Yang:Hey have you seen- woah is that...?

Blake:Yeah it is!

Yang:Veronica knocked it out of the park this year.

Veronica:It’s you that’s the tricky one. *red* Your gift is a little more abstract. I know I’m usually busy and not the easiest person to deal with. I also know we don’t really spend time together that much anymore so-

Yang.*hugging her* Is someone trying to spend the entire day with me?

Veronica:If...that’s okay?

Yang:Silly kitty. It’s always going to be okay. I love you.

Veronica:I....I love you too.

xxxx

*door opens*

Nick:We’re back!

Summer:Please be decent!

Jaune:*making dinner* We’ve been decent for hours.

Summer:We never know with you two. (I’m surprised we don’t have another set of twins or something.)

Nick:Now then, did we come home to mother goose or mama duck? *smiling*

He got his answer answer in the form of long white hair coming from around the kitchen corner and rushing over to grab both him and his sister. All three falling over to the ground as they laughed and hugged each other.

Weiss:Hello my baby ducklings!

Summer and Nick:Happy Mother’s Day mom!

Weiss:It really is, isn’t it?

[Lasting Embers]

Raven:Hey, I’m going out Tai.

Tai:Before you go can you stop by Yang’s and drop off those sunflowers?

Raven:Her house is the complete opposite direction.

Tai:Just open a portal.

Raven:Fine. *opens portal* You know a present means more if-

Yang:SURPRISE!!!

Without warning, Yang comes jumping through from the other side. Tackling Raven right to the ground and hugging her. Raven’s face turns red as she notices balloons and a box with the Schnee logo; most likely some high quality dust blades.

Raven:Yang!? What are you-

Yang:Happy Mother’s Day you grouchy mama bird. *grinning*

Raven:....

Raven:*smiles* After all these years you’re as energetic as ever. Once a baby bird, always a baby bird. *hugs her*

Yang:!!?*red*

Raven:Tai where you in on this?

Tai:Duh. I’m also in on Yang’s gift.

Yang:My gift? I was just home and got a card.

Tai:*smiles* But now you’re here and not home. A lot can change in a matter of minutes.

That peeked Yang’s interest. Her and Raven stared at the portal that was still opened in curiosity before getting up and jumping through. Tai chuckled at their anticipation and went through as well.

He was rewarded with the sight of his daughter covering her mouth with amazement as she tried not to jump up and down like a kid. They were all outside, including Jaune who was smiling. As well as Yujin who was also covered in motor oiled while she posed arms crossed right next to motorcycle that looked liked Yang’s old one.

Yujin:Meet bumblebee 2.0! Built from the ground up by yours truly after months of hardwork. You have many people to think for this accomplishment since this was no blueprints for the original.

Yang:How the heck did you get so accurate! The leather even feels right!

Yujin:Someone remembers what it felt like when it ran full force into him.

Yang:No fricken way....

Yujin:Adam says you’ll personally have to fight him again if you launch this bike at anyone or off a cliff.

Yang:Damnit, no I have to thank him. That was probably his plan from the get go.

Jaune:Stop whinnying and take this thing for a spin. *tosses her a helmet*

Yang:Wanna come admire your handiwork with your dear old mom Yujin?

Yujin:Hell Yeah!

Yang:Let’s go visit Tenzen.

Yujin:*pulls out scroll* He’s a bit busy.

She flips the scroll around and plays a video from earlier today.

Tenzen:*grinning* Hey Yujin, I think my mom likes her present. What’s your opinion? *flips camera around*

Nora:*holding a sloth* This is the greatest moment that has ever happened in my entire life...! He’s so cute!!!

xxxx

(Night time)

Jacquelyn:*watering flowers*..... (Hmm, haven’t seen the kids all day. They must be planning something, or maybe they forgot. No...well, they have been busy lately.)

A frown crept up on her face. She was used to simple gifts since money was tight so that wasn’t a problem. She just wanted them to say. Jacquelyn continue to get wrapped up in her thoughts until something cool ran across the top of her forehead. She looked up to see an orbs of water in front of her. They were floating, all the water she was pouring upwards; her entire body was floating. “Huh?”

A shadow drifted over her during this clear moon lit night; shadows that had horns and cat ears. Jacquelyn looked up with big smile to see her daughters floating towards her with petals of numerous flowers following them. All of them a variety of colors that rivaled any sunset or rainbow. The two grabbed their mom and put her right in the center of it all as they held her close.

Sienna:Happy Mother’s Day to the women who brings color to our lives...

Jael:And sweeps us off our feet.

Jacquelyn:Awww you guys. This is gorgeous.

Sienna:It took us longer than we thought to find enough flowers. This is the desert after all.

Jael:Not to mention the annoying grimm, but we managed!

Jacquelyn:You could’ve just gotten me a card.

Sienna:We do that every year! This one had to be special!

Jael:Yeah, you’re the best! With your powers now your garden will be twice as big.

Jacquelyn:*tearing up* Thank you. (Heh, I almost forgot. With these two....)

Sienna and Jael:We love you!)

Jacquelyn:*crying* (I’ll never be forgotten)

The three remained floating up there enjoying the view. Not knowing a certain someone was watching from below.

Adam:*smiling*

[Premonition]

Blake:*writing*

Secretary:Uh, Mrs Belladonna? It’s time for lunch.

Blake:That’s fine, I’ll just work through it. I have to these documents done by tomorrow night.

Secretary: Ah yes, he thought you might say that. Or I guess he knew you would.

Blake:!? “Knew?”

The secretary walked in a placed a bento box on her desk before leaving. Blake put down her pen and opened it to find it filled with various sushi; cooked and uncooked. Along with heart shaped rice balls and a note. Blake smiles and read it immediately.

“Do your best to unite the world. Can’t do it on an empty stomach though. Happy Mother’s Day.”

Blake:.....

Lucas:*laying in a hammock* (I wonder...if she’ll like it? I followed dad’s instructions but that doesn’t mean she’ll like it.) Hmmm

Blake:Someone looks concerned.

Lucas:Mom!? *sits up* Shouldn’t you be working!?

Blake:It’s lunch break. I wanna spend it with my special little guy. You made way too much food for one person you know? *smiles* Almost like you wanted me to come home to share. Predict that too?

Lucas:*red* More like wishful thinking.

Blake smiled and sat next to him. She quickly learned in a kissed his cheek which made Lucas wanna curl up in embarrassment and Blake laugh.

Blake:Wish granted.

Lucas:Happy Mother’s Day mom.

Blake:Hehe, thank you.

[Rosebud]

Another day, another job well done. For the most part anyways. A couple of nevermore had taken the wind out of Ruby’s sails by launching a feather at her right ankle. Now she was walking home with a limp. Crescent rose on her back didn’t make it easier, or the fact she was going through sand. At least she had the brains to take off her heels before reaching she made it to the rough terrain. The sun was setting but no grimm scared her; at this point she did not care about making everyone of them stone. If she can get over the sand dune in front of her that is.

Ruby:(Stupid nevermore with their stupid sharp feathers. Since when do they curve through the air? That’s definitely new.) Ugh, I’m definitely taking the longest bath when I get home.

???:That sounds nice.

Ruby’s head perked up immediately. She was a bit more tired than she thought. On top of the dune was a person. Not just anybody though, herself? All she saw was a silhouette but she was definitely looking at her old clothes from Atlas. The figure stepped closer and out of the glaring sunbeam. It was Carmine, and she was looking a bit winded herself.

Ruby was thrown for a loop on why her daughter was wearing those old clothes or looked like she ran a marathon. She didn’t get a chance to ask before Carmine lifted her mother up and onto her back; carrying Ruby up the dune.

Ruby:Ummm thank you? What’s this all about.

Carmine:You’re hurt. Why wouldn’t I carry you?

Ruby:I was talking more about the outfit. You aren’t a fan of skirts or anything too fancy.

Carmine:*blushing* Yeah well, I know how much you think I look cute in them so I thought I’d pick the coolest looking one,

Ruby:Awww for me? How cute.

Carmine:This goes right back in the box after today!

Ruby:So is this my gift?

Carmine:You’re a third right. The other half you’ll see when we get to the top.

Ruby:Ooooo

A few minutes passed before Ruby got why her daughter was tired. As they reached the top Ruby saw nothing but what looked like an ocean of crimson that surrounded her house down in the distances. “Is that red sand?”

“Look closer..” Carmine said. Ruby squinted and on closer inspection Ruby realize that the red she was seeing was roses. Hundreds of roses that each shimmered faintly like raindrops being hit by sunlight. “Woah.....”

Carmine smiled confidently. “Now look at it as a whole.”

“A whole? What, is it a pic-my symbol!?” Ruby screamed in shock. The roses were postponed perfectly to recreate her symbol with the house right in the center of it all.

Ruby:How the- this is- Carmine this is amazing! I didn’t even think you could make this many roses!

Carmine:Not without dad’s help. He’s almost has burnt out as I am. I’m sure both of you though will find your second wind in time for bed though.

Ruby:*Blushing* Carmine!

Carmine:Don’t be mad because I’m right. I’ll be knocked out though so I doubt you’ll wake me or Garnet.

Ruby:What’s the third part of this present?

Carmine:He’s at home with dad making cookies.

Ruby:Fuck yeah! This day rules. Worth the injury. Thanks sweetheart. *holds on tighter* You’ve really grown up strong huh? I’m glad....

Carmine:Hehe, I... had good teachers. Happy Mother’s Day....

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cu-taibhseil · 4 years

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so last night was a big night! i leveled up to level 7, bumblebee (my beautiful dumb ass son) leveled up to a level 6, i got to try barrel racing and pole bending at starshine ranch (bonus fact: you can get experience from each of the games AND each race once a day!), i finished the bridge to jarlestein, and im almost a level 8! though im going to warn y’all, the daily quest they just released to help mary find her animals sucks butts and is so hard i had to exit and come back in twice lmao

i feel like im really coming in to my own in the game and im very excited for the soul rider quests! and i’ll be even more excited when i learn not to spend all of my fricken star coins on tack so i can get a new horse :-)

#sso #star stable online #jorvik warmblood

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xplrerdolan · 4 years

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74 for the ask game! if you wouldn’t mind writing about multiple friends? i think they way you write is so good!

you are SO FRICKEN SWEET thank you so much for asking this bubs, the compliment means everything to me 🥺

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

a. their hair, shoulder length now, is effortlessly shiny and never out of place. the skin they’ve committed to is glowing, and their facial hair is neatly trimmed, adding to the sculpted, angular appearance of their jaw. their eyes, heavy-lidded and situated evenly beneath two thick, groomed brows, capture your own in the grips of a double take. the brown in them is misleading; look closer. there: green, flickering through the umber like sunlight between trees in an ambient forest. their lips need not pucker to seek a kiss. their voice, though bassy, is delicate, almost curved. the truest of their laughs is accompanied by a swaying of the body and subsequent flicking of the hair. their mind, sharp and clear like a quartz, is decisive; it is often jumbled, but untrained, unwelcomed eyes would never notice. beneath the calm is a storm whose lightning is overwroght and whose thunder is besetting. they demand their time goes unwasted.

b. the first thing you’ll notice is their smile. if you can be so lucky, it might be accompanied by a laugh. the smile, characterized by rounded teeth and framed by cursive lips, is incurably contagious. the laugh, though varied in size (big, small, etc.), is always genuine. their eyes are the shape of almonds and the color of roasted chestnuts; their lashes frame them like petals. above them, their eyebrows are a source of envy. their hair falls over their frame like a blanket of curls. it is bouncy and full of life. it is often adorned with elaborate clips, and sometimes it’s pulled back by a decorative scrunchie. all of this beauty radiates from below their sepia skin, it is the source of their powerful smile: sunlight. indeed, they have a soul that the gods crafted from a singular ray, an ember that burns bright enough to fill the darkness in any space. sure, sometimes they are dulled by cloudy days. but their beaming sunlight will always prevail, and anyone who basks in it is forever grateful.

c. they are such an unattainable beauty. read this carefully: they do not have unattainable beauty (though they are quite stunning, a child of venus without a doubt), they are unattainable beauty. they are coveted, and therefore, they are envied. many will try to experience them, but most of them will succumb to insecurity and end up losing them more quickly than they found them. the few who prove to be worthy will be greatly rewarded; they get past the thorns and are treated with soft, sweet petals. should you find yourself lucky enough to be a bumblebee among their petals, you will soon realize you are thus protected by their thorns. this is what makes them unattainable—only a rare few get to experience such beauty. so when in the presence of their lion’s mane hair, their smiley brown eyes, their full-lipped gift of a smile, make sure to value every second they spend with you. be humbled by their decision to love you; you could only be so fortunate.

d. there are ballads and epics written about them, i’m sure of it. they are not the hero, no—far from it. they are much greater than a mere hero. beneath their defined, delicately down-turned nose is the proof. within that charmingly crooked smile resides a trickster god, one who walks among mortals purely for the fun of it. should there be any doubt cast upon this claim, i will offer my strongest evidence: look at the corners of their mouth. watch the way their most sincere smile still taunts you. the merely aquatinted will fall victim to their powers the most: you may believe they know less. that’s where they want you, and that’s where they’ll leave you. foolish mortals would believe this person is void of cynicism, they would never suspect the divine being which breathes beneath their silky skin. i am apt to believe (perhaps displaying my own foolishness) i may be the only mortal who knows of the spirit within them. what i have done to deserve this ancient companion, i will never know, but i will thank their divine brothers and sisters for them every day.

#anon #irl friends #this was fun as fuck aaaaaa #my writing

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