bumblebee.

Humanized interpretation of: TFP, TFA, & TF [Bayverse] Bumblebee. [ PSA : AU!Bumblebee can shift from human to alt. robot mode (which includes alt. vehicle mode) at will, due to scanning a human in an attempt to quickly blend with his surroundings. The organic he had scanned was a person with a mechanical arm, opting for Bumblebee's shift to connect with his own spark. The faceclaim used for Bumblebee's human mode is Tarjei Sandvik Moe. The admin of this account has +5 years of experience. Semi-selective | OC-Friendly | Multi-ship | Portrayed by Miles | Personal Interpretation. Bumblebee or any of the Transformers franchise does not belong to me.

[overcast-king-blog]

It was evident that shock radiated across the facial features of the human. Wait — What?

The alarm radiated visibly from him, wiping all thought of the questions he’d had in mind for the previous story of teens and setting off a signal. The only thread in his head still there was along the lines of, ‘Well, that explains why she was so determined to get rid of me.’

The speedster brought a hand up to his mess of curls, proceeding to deem them more disheveled than before, most likely from all the running and turning he’d done in the past fifteen minutes. He was surprised, to say the least. Optimus had a sparkling? And with Starscream? Of course, it could’ve easily been a ploy, but her story seemed to check out due to the contrast between her insigma and the colour pallet upon her plates. Bumblebee ran his tongue over his chapped lips as he thought, a nervous tick he had probably possessed from somewhere or another.

❝I’m Optimus’ scout, Bumblebee. I’ve never seen Bossbot not at base. Could. . you prove it somehow?❞ It was evident this was hard for the young mech to swallow.  

[airachnidphobia]

@overcast-king liked for a starter

“What a diminutive little human. What are you doing this far from civilization?”

[overcast-king-blog]

— Now this could be used to an advantage.

The feeling of adrenaline rushed through his veins; it was a sensation he had not gotten used to as of yet. It was moreso comparable to his spark pulsing out of agitation for an upcoming battle. Unwelcomed, and surely a dead giveaway to how his nerves poked needles into his spine at the realization that Airachnid was much bigger, and he was much, much smaller. 

It was even a struggle to wipe strands of web from his coat due to how thick they were; they had managed to subdue Arcee easily, and he was a mere human at the moment. No stingers, no comm. link, nothing. As much as it was a strain for Bumblebee to keep his unusually big mouth shut in protests, the scout knew it was most likely for the best that the spider had not been able to guess his identity.

The teenager feigned shock, though the sensation of distress had already dripped from his frame long before then, and that was real. ‘Play it cool Bee,’ he thought. ‘Play it cool.’ It was as though uncomfort radiated from him in spectral waves, the young male glancing around as his optics adjusted to the desolate lighting of the woven trap he had somehow wandered into. 

❝ — You . . you know of humans?❞

[overcast-king-blog]

The goosebumps littered across the skin of the young mech soon departed as his hand made contact with them, unconsciously rubbing his arms to alleviate the feeling of dread that had previously gripped his entire being. It felt as though he had sunk in it, and he shivered as though to shake the thought gone. It was an unpractical idea to venture into the base as a human; he was only lucky the bot he had met was on his side. Had she not been, it might’ve proved deadly for the scout and his squishy frame.

It was a surprise that he was accepted so quickly, but his eyes warmed and softened at the thought. It was a sign of a true Autobot, after all, to allow people the freedom to speak despite previous encounters. It, however, didn’t surprise him that a Cybertronian would’ve wanted to scare off unruly teenagers. Bumblebee adored the humans at the base, but other bots might not feel the same had they not had the same spark he did.

The male proceeded to clear his throat, tugging down his hat a little to provide some warmth to the ears that had been left uncovered moments previous. The image of her staff passing by him allowed for a sigh to deflate his lungs, relieving him of the momentary anxiety that she may suddenly switch sides and pierce him with the very weapon. ❝Not much. I’m not usually the bot to be told things anyways,❞ he admitted, a gentle sigh passing through his lips. ❝I’m sorry, I guess that’s you? I didn’t mean to invade, but Ratchet sent me on Recon here. Do you think you might’ve accidentally sent out a signal from anywhere? It seems like you didn’t want to be found, so I could only assume it was an accident after all.❞

[overcast-king-blog]

Alarm spiraled through the swirls of blue, turning the soothing pond into jagged ice as he glanced behind him. Every hair stood up on attention, his spa — heart, beat much faster than he was used to. It didn’t feel normal; was he going to die if he shifted through more of the exertion the erratic tempo provided? A hand slowly settled upon his chest, the thought of shifting fluttering around in his head.

It was a Cybertronian after all, and a quite small one. The voice sounded a bit different when it wasn’t yelling or trying to scrap him, though he could easily alt. modes if he wasn’t shot or attacked in the process and she wouldn’t be too much of a threat anymore. It wasn’t like Bumblebee was used to having the upper-hand, but when he knew he had it, he always felt better.

The scout cleared his throat, realization kicking in and bringing colour back to his paled cheeks as he clenched his fist. It didn’t seem as though she was a Decepticon as he had previously assumed from her tone, but he wasn’t too sure. Sometimes an insignia meant nothing at all to the bot who bore it. ❝I’m. .❞ he paused, allowing a shaky breath to rattle out from his lungs before continuing — was giving his allegiance away really a bright idea? 

❝. . An Autobot.❞

[overcast-king-blog]

Goosebumps ran up the arms of the human, silently cursing the flesh-container he was currently situated in due to the maintenance it required, and how visibly frightened he became when something caught him off-guard. The sounds echoing across the room were footsteps, the scout catching his breath within his lungs to prevent them from betraying his location crunched away in the closet. It was uneasy for him, since unfortunately he wasn’t able to access his stingers at the moment — he was human. 

The words lingered in the atmosphere, swirling throughout the young mech’s thoughts. She . . was a Cybertronian? Due to the sentence, it wasn’t as though she sounded particularly friendly however. It was quick of the bot to assume she was a Decepticon, but his mind always dropped to the worst equation first. The breathing of the speedster resumed after a flinch, the loud noise produced by the slamming of a door causing an unnecessary shudder to fly through him. 

The hand of the teenager ever so cautiously reached to push the closet door open; it was a slow movement, but any noise could potentially cost him his life. ❝Oh Primus.❞ He breathed, stepping out into the open space and settling against the now-closed door of the closet. Bumblebee’s hands raised, attempting to reach and tug at the blond curls upon his head in an attempt of stress-relief, but instead observed his palms. ❝My servos. . are shaking so bad,❞ the scout murmured in surprise, subtly allowing the lids of his eyes to shield his oceanic eyes for a moment. It was never that way when he was a bot; why was he so terrified as a human?

[overcast-king-blog]

A choking sound came from the Autobot as he was slung forward a little, the impact against the door knocking him off-guard. That was not an animal, that was for sure.

The booming voice was considerably louder than he assumed a human could make, and even he had some trouble shoving the shelf against the door — it was safe to bet whatever was there wasn’t human either. As he noticed the door to his hiding spot being slowly pushed ajar, his mind scrambled for ideas. Half of him wanted to hide. It would be easy to wait out the arrival of the other bots, undoubtedly they would come searching for him soon due to his comm. link being out of whack. The other half knew hiding wasn’t exactly an option in this scenario, the room was so small, and whoever she was, she knew he was in there. 

Or did she?

A glance at the window proved an idea. The mech dashed over, sliding to almost slam directly into the wall near the escape route. It took him a second to click the locks open, shoving it up as soon as possible before risking a glance back to the door. It was still closed for the most part so that whoever was on the otherside couldn’t see him — thank Primus. And so Bumblebee left the window open as though he had successfully escaped to throw the female off his tracks, instead sliding himself into the small, cramped, and unnoticeable closet in the far left corner so that when she left the room, he could make his true escape and continue the recon-mission without hopefully bumping into her again.

[arianna-faebot]

@overcast-king

Arianna and Optimus where helping rebuild a building that had been in an accidental fire. Arianna stops and takes a break and drinks a cold glass of energon.

[overcast-king-blog]

A subtle sigh passed through the lips of the Cybertronian. It was hard to ignore the stares he’d gotten as of late from the bots he’d grown up with, but it was also hard to recognize rather than servos, he possessed hands. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t shift back any time he preferred, but why do so? It was amusing for the speedster to get a surprised look out of an Autobot every once in a while.

It was only when he carried scrap metal that he’d shift into the bigger alt. mode. Bumblebee had only just gotten finished with delivering the materials to Optimus and his daughter, and was now relaxing nearby in his human form as a gimmick to shock unsuspecting passerbys. It was one of his favorite things to do as a pass-time, actually.

The teenager ran a hand through the blond curls, a yawn suppressing through his lips faster than he could bite it back.

[overcast-king-blog]

Just as the sparkbeat belonging to the scout had begun to subside and reduce back to the usual tempo, his audio receptors picked up on an undeniable sound. It was the notification that there was something in the shadows, moving — and no doubt moving toward him.  ❝OhhhHHH SCRAP—!❞

The first thought that had surfaced as his organic pupils shrunk into nothingness, almost like a black pebble sinking into a pond of sunshine, was that the noise was scraplets. But, no, wait — it couldn’t be, they crave metal. As he pushed his feet to move and turn his frame around to face the secondary quarters he’d seen previously, he thought of a second option — possibly a human? It sounded larger than him, and he was a relatively average one landing at 5′8. Maybe it could be a large type of animal? The mech didn’t want to know. 

It wasn’t long before the speedster reached the side-room, heading within the unknown area and slamming the door shut behind him as though to prevent whatever was heading in his direction. Bumblebee was quick enough to remember training, swiveling his head desperately to the side before shoving a shelf in front of the door. It would prevent whatever might be trying to access him from heading inside. 

With that, the Cybertronian knelt over, heavy breaths tumbling desperately out of his chest as though his lungs clawed to breath fresh oxygen. ❝Wh — What was that?❞ Once he had recovered, he assessed his surroundings, pushing the questioning thought away for the moment. There was not much in there — the shelf he’d shoved over, a cot, a closet, and a window, along with other useless scrap metals. ‘Well, great,’ he thought, leaning back against the wall before proceeding to slide down it and sit. ‘I could really go for some energon right now too, I didn’t know this was going to take so long.’

[overcast-king-blog]

The surroundings of the young mech seemed to produce more restlessness to stir within him than the impatient and hyperactive scout was used to; his stomach churned uneasily. ‘There is absolutely nothing here,’ he realized with an unnerving chill that crept along his spine. The teenager clenched his fists, pumping energy and adrenaline throughout his veins as he pressured himself to progress into a side-room. As his foot met the ground in front of the entrance to the secondary quarters, that was when he heard it.

A sound of shock caught in his throat; it didn’t release, thankfully, but the frozen bot now was knowledgeable of another presence. His progress to turn was slow, his shoulders raised in incomparable horror for what was to come. 

A rock. A rock. ❝Oh, for the love of Primus,❞ breathed out the mech in a relieved sigh, turning his direction and heading over to the decently sized chunk of Earth. Bumblebee bent down to retrieve it, glancing both ways to figure out where it had been thrown from. In a last attempt to calm his nerves, he looked to the ceiling — uh . . maybe it fell . . ? Yeah, he decided to go with that scenario. 

The oceanic hues of his optics pooled with curiosity, slowly placing the rock back in the place he’d found it in order to back away from it, heading back to his scouting mission to judge where that signal Ratchet might’ve locked onto was coming from. No doubt the medic could see his communication link wasn’t working, so he’d send someone to find him,  . . right?

[overcast-king-blog]

The hallways were eerily quiet. At least too quiet for the scout’s sake, that is, which wasn’t much considering he grew antsy in any amount of silence that wasn’t occupied by his vocal tones or the footstep of another companion. 

A shallow breath came from the teenager, occupied only by the sound of his own lungs deflating and the inconsistent pats of his converse meeting the ground. If someone was coming by then, they’d probably already spotted him on some sort of camera — it was an army base, after all, so he took to simply trudging his way down the center of the hall.

However, it wasn’t until his sensitive ears had picked up something behind him that he turned, addressing anything that might be there with a glance over his shoulder. There wasn’t, however — the halls proved absolutely vacant. This unnerved the mech, causing him to shiver a bit before looking ahead once again. The entire area, matter of fact, seemed empty. No soldiers, and most definitely had they been secretly working on something in this abandoned base, they wouldn’t have been able to hide it in the time span he had gotten there.

❝Hello?❞ His voice seemed to echo down the hall for miles. That was what really put him on edge. There were no footsteps, no whispered words, no breathing . . nothing. Nothing but him, or so he thought. A chuckle wavered through him, nervous and breathy. Maybe he was overreacting — yeah! That was it. Just overreacting. 

[overcast-king-blog]

A sigh passed through the partially-chapped lips of the human, Bumblebee easily finding blame in the cold for reducing the moisture in the atmosphere. The hands of the male settled within the pockets of his jacket, pleasantly thanking Primus for the protection from the wind-chill effect outside. It wasn’t long before he’d stepped in that he was ripped of his calmed composure, nearly leaping in shock at the alarm system but failing to get anywhere other than his frozen state of fear, stuck to the ground as though someone had glued his feet to it in a matter of seconds. It hadn’t been anything other than his optics that truly expressed his bewilderment, to which the scout blinked a few times to alleviate. 

❝Oh scrap,❞ complained the young mech, running a hand through a fistful of hair before spinning around, sliding the keycard back through the door to close it once more. ‘If people are here, maybe they would think I left if I shut it?’ After doing so, he scurried off to the side, pressing the small of his back against the wall of the building. ❝Ratchet, I think there’re some people h — ❞ A static screech came through the audio receptor, causing the poor teen to flinch and remove the earpiece quickly.

❝Are you kidding me right now? Seriously? Of all times, now is the moment the comm. link doesn’t feel like working?❞ The scout dead-panned before letting out a sigh, shaking his head to focus and proceed on accessing the situation. ❝You’ve got this Bee, you don’t need them, you’re cool.❞ Despite the unwelcoming alarm irritating the young mech’s sensitive ears, he continued down the hall. 

It wasn’t like Fowler couldn’t get them out of legal trouble if he was caught, right?

[overcast-king-blog]

❝ — Are you positive this recon mission isn’t just to get me out of the base for a few hours?❞

The protests and whines of the wandering scout droned into the communication link, the atmosphere of frigid temperature cracking his pristine and proving not much had changed from his first mission out into the depths of forgotten territories. ❝Yes Bumblebee,❞ came the exasperated response, ❝Yes, for the millionth time, yes. There’s a transmission coming in from those coordinates, the signal may very well be organic technology, but I fear otherwise.❞

❝If you say so, Doc,❞ murmured the teenager, reaching his serv — hand, up to the earpiece to mute his audio. The thought of encountering humans kept him in this mode, hypothermic temperatures easily breaching his skin as he shifted to pull the sleeve of his jacket down, shielding the sensitive shell from any ideas Miko used to joke of — he could practically hear her now. ‘It’s so cold, my skin is turning blue!’

The Autobot allowed a shudder to pass through him before moving ahead, trudging through the snow of the long winter month to gain access inside. It was easy enough to swipe the forged keycard Ratchet had made through the slot, the human lifting his eyebrows in surprise as he found the vicinity still produced enough power for the door to work electronically. The heavy entrance loaded up with a slow and agonizing ‘brrpft—!’, the impatient blond thankful that his height of 5′8 allowed him to slip underneath without having to wait the length of time for the door to open the full way. Even as a small mech, that would’ve taken forever.

【 @solaris-small-but-loyal  】

[overcast-king-blog]

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                      SILENCE                                         will not                       COVER ME —- !!

[spaacemusings]

                                              I aim to be lionhearted,                                               but my hands still s h a k e                                        and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

[spaacemusings]

                                        Listen to the gods for you they sing.                                            Fight no more, sweet child.                     Your wars are won the wolves are buried and the false stag done.                                             Shut your blue eyes, my love.