Maysie🎀

🍩Sweet Candy Kisses & Honeyed Words🍨 she/her/hers Yumeshipper ⊹ ࣪ ˖-

[dollysmellowmusings]

Introduction Post<3

Hi everyone! I’m Maysie (∩˃o˂∩)♡ I‘m 19 and write in my free time so I thought I’d start a blog to practice!💕

I will add content warnings to all my pieces and tag them accordingly or mark them as 18+ should it be NSFW, Minors DNI on those posts!

More under the cut!<3

About me:

I love anything hyper-feminine, pink and sweet. 🎀

I have a huge sweet tooth even though I try to eat very healthy (^_^;)

I work out a lot, especially strength training!

Im currently finishing my education to (hopefully) enter uni soon!

My personality type is ENTP and I am pretty extroverted & love trying new things.

I am diagnosed with inattentive ADHD (v^ー°)

I am a non-labeled cis woman and go by she/her/hers! I feel romantic & bodily attraction to all genders, but I find labels stressful. I love who I love!

My Yumeships (∩˃o˂∩)♡:

If you’re not familiar, Yumeshipping or Selfshipping refers to shipping yourself, an OC or a Sona with a fictional character you love! I do it because it brings me comfort and i genuinely adore my favs so sooo much. (*¯ ³¯*)♡

I am to the most extent a sharing Selfshipper so feel free to interact if you’re a double!! Idm! 💖

Bumblebee / B-127 (Transformers) - (Currently) Selectively Sharing!

Blade / Yingxing (Honkai: Star Rail) - Sharing!

Capitano / Thrain (Genshin Impact) - Sharing!

Choso (JJK) - Sharing!

Malleus Draconia (Twst) - Sharing!

Media I like:

JJK

Transformers

JJBA

Twisted Wonderland

KNY

HSR

MH Franchise (Monster Hunter)

BG3 / DnD

Fruits Basket / Shoujo in general

RoR

Haikyuu!

Elden Ring

Hopefully more coming soon!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

What will this blog contain?

Drabbles

Headcanons

Imagines

Rants

Reblogs

Writing Practice etc.

DNI List

DNI if you’re against human rights of any kind. This includes ableism, homophobia, racism and discrimination of any kind. This account is a safe space and I don’t want any of that around here.

Please DNI if you’re under 14, as it makes me uncomfortable. (′︿‵｡)

If you’re under 18, DNI on posts marked as 18+.

If you do regardless, you will be blocked.💕

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This happened in G1 right?

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princess room ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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flower knows sweetie bear collection ♡ྀི

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[revelboo]

Period came late and now my cramps are killing me 😛

Can I get some comfort from es bee?

Sure! Period mention

Care

ES Bumblebee x Reader

• “And this is normal?” He asks, servos stroking along your spine as you lay sprawled on your belly on him. Can scent you and it’s still cranking his anxiety that he can smell your blood. That you’re bleeding and it’s apparently a normal monthly occurrence. And you shift restlessly, inhaling slowly. Hurting, but you’d said that was normal, too. Doesn’t like any part of it, the bleeding without an injury or that you’re in pain, your field needling him with it. You’d forbidden him from carrying you to Dottie for help, though.

• “Unfortunately,” you say, squirming uncomfortably on top of your living heat pad as you breathe through the discomfort. Because it’s especially bad this time, unable to be still. Eyes closing at the feel of his big servos rubbing your back, you rest your cheek against him. “Thanks for being my heat pad. You’re getting a ton of boyfriend points.” And he’s frowning down at you to make you smile.

• “Boyfriend points?” He echoes and your leg slides against him, restless as he keeps rubbing your back, feeling how tense you are. ‘Earn enough and you can cash them in for husband status,’ you say, tone teasing. Like you think it’s a joke, but he doesn’t. Thinks of Dottie and Alex as his servos massage your back. About having what they have. “Oh, I’m definitely going for husband status,” he growls and you freeze.

• Flushing as you meet his optics, one corner of his mouth twitches, but he’s serious and your breath catches. Even though you’ve been together for a while, your mind has always shied away from what if future scenarios. Had thought that eventually he’d realize how different the two of you are and he’d lose interest. That you’d drift apart no matter how devoted and attentive he is. Afraid to ask for more in case you accidentally sped that eventual breakup into happening sooner by making him feel like you’re too clingy. Too demanding. Hadn’t realized that maybe he wanted something more, too. “I mean, if that’s something you’re interested in? Someday?” He continues uncertainly.

• And you’re just staring at him to make him wonder if he misread everything. If you’d only been teasing, but weren’t actually interested in him as a conjunx. Maybe you’d prefer another human? Someone who’d understand you better, because there are occasional misunderstandings between you. Things that he’s sure another human would get immediately. Wilting slightly at how serious you look, he watches you push up on him before you kiss him.

[raspberrighost]

I don't think he minds too much.

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I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[dollysmellowmusings]

Me & Bumblebee btw!!🫰🏻

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SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[BAYVERSE] Bumblebee/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Respiratory infection

Is it favoritism to think that all Bayverse characters (except maybe Megatron a little) are ugly, except Optimus? (TLK Optimus doesn’t count. He’s ugly too.) I stand firmly with 2007 Optimus supremacy.

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You cough again. Your throat burns, and even though you're covered with a blanket up to your chin, you still feel cold.

Bumblebee hasn't left your side since you arrived. As soon as you entered the garage, dragging your feet and with a hoarse voice, he turned on the scanners without saying a word.

Now he stands by your side, silent, watching you with the soft lights on his chest and soft music playing in the background, as if trying not to make you uncomfortable.

"Still not eating, huh?" A voice comes over the radio, playful but not mocking. You could say it's taken from a movie.

You don't answer. You just turn your head to one side, looking at the bowl of soup that is still full.

Bee emits a low beep, like a sigh. He moves, picking up the spoon with his servo. He speaks again, this time in a firmer voice:

"You're weak- you need this!" Are two voices.

It's not that you don't know. It's just that the smell of food turns your stomach, and your sore throat doesn't help.

"Just a little," it says now, with a snippet of a song you don't recognize. Then it lowers the visor over its optics, scanning the contents to make sure it's not too hot. It blows on it with a small fan protruding from its wrist.

He looks at you. Waits.

Finally, you open your mouth and accept the spoonful, coughing a little afterwards. Bee stays still, monitoring your reaction, and automatically turns down the volume on the radio.

"Sorry..." you whisper, almost out of breath.

He shakes his head. "Not your fault."

He takes another spoonful.

Little by little, between pauses, small sips, and gestures of patience on his part, he finishes feeding you. When you let your head fall back against the pillow, too tired to continue, he puts the spoon back in its side compartment.

"You did good," a warm male voice murmurs from the speaker.

Then, without warning, he adjusts the headlights until the area around you is bathed in a soft golden hue, and the rest of the room is in deeper shadows. The music changes to something slower, more enveloping. A background neutral enough not to bother you, but present enough not to leave you in complete silence.

You barely register it. You're too exhausted.

Bee extends a servo and adjusts your blanket with his large servos, tucking it under your body with precision.

When your breathing slows, he moves closer, sitting nearby. He touches your forehead without pressure, gauging your temperature by touch. Your cheeks are warm, your nose moist. You cough again, and he leans over to bring you a glass of water.

He stays there.

The golden light continues to beat softly on you, as if breathing with you. The garage remains warm, protected.

And Bee doesn't move, not for a second.

When you think you're dreaming, you hear him whisper softly:

"I will stay right here."