#ask bumble

[captain-bumble]

HII

I don't really know if anyone asked you this before, in that case I'm sorry for the double question 😅

I was wondering if you are ok on doing fanart of your AU, talking about Defy Heaven in particular.

In any case, thank you in advance 💖✨️

Much much appreciation for this AMAZING AU ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Turbo, I would go absolutely FERAL at the idea of people doing fanart for my AU. So I’ll say this Very Normally…

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[ask-bumbleghoul]

Polly was walking through the ministry, trying to find Perpetua.. unsure of where he was, they slowly passed by his office.

The door was slightly cracked open, leaving a way to peak in a bit. Polly knew it was wrong but, maybe Perpetua was in there. They slowly walk up to the door, peaking in..

No sight of him anywhere. They continued to look until a large cage covered up caught their eye. It looked like it could fit a horse in it.. Despite it being wrong, they decided to go in and take a look.

— @ask-carrionpup

Polly went in the cage, their much smaller body being able to fit in easily. They heard breathing, at least they thought so... "Hellooooo!!" They yelled, trying to look for whoever was in there.

They then walked into a much bigger ghoul than themselves and whined nervously, their antenna dropping.

[brain-bumbler]

I've been scrolling through your psychic Dion headcanon and I saw the chronic migraines idea and I just thought of the cutest fluff idea of Dion's polycule trying to take care of him before Morris realizes that his psyonics being on the fritz is connected to his migraines!

The sun is setting behind the tree line when Dion feels a tingling behind his eyes, like fingers pressing on his optic nerves.

Not now. Please, not now.

He's sitting on the roof of the brain-shaped building he's grown so familiar with over the summer, his feet dangling twenty feet over the Quarry's lake.

Gisu's pressed to his left side, her hand linked in his as they watch the sky turn gold. Morris is on his right, his chair resting on the ground for once so he can rest his arm on Dion's shoulder. It's the end of the day and he just wants to spend his precious free time relaxing with his partners.

It's the water. It's always the water. He should have known better than to get so close to so much water, but the weather is so nice, and he's been doing better. He doesn't even get dizzy looking down at the lake.

Gisu and Morris's chatter floats over his head. The words garble together, bleeding into long strings of nonsense. Sunbeams bouncing off the water grow brighter, trailing in long wispy lines as he moves his head. It almost looks pretty.

The hand on his shoulder shakes him. He hunches over, neck muscles tightening like stretched rubber bands. Oh god, it's starting and he can't stop it. The pressure in his head builds slowly, like air filling a balloon.

"Dion? Awoka eenu ehligh?"

It takes a second for him to register his name. "Mmmph. I'm fine," he says automatically. He turns to look at Morris, and catches the sun behind his head, burning directly into his retinas. Red, green, and yellow and lights flash behind his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.

"Dion, abuu habing norah?"

He tries to focus on Gisu's voice. Her tone is full of concern, even if the meaning is hard to puzzle out.

His skull feels too small, like his brain is swelling up with water, threatening to crack the bones and explode like a horror movie prop. He presses his palms to his temples as a dozen little invisible needles pinprick his skull.

Warm hands hold his chin. They press against his jaw, coaxing him to unclench his teeth.

A hand pressed to his back, two more on his shoulders, pulling him to his feet. He wobbles, his legs tingling and half-asleep, but Morris and Gisu steady him.

They walk him back into the Motherlobe. Morris's levitation lifts Dion, supporting his weight as Gisu nudges him forward step by step.

He isn't sure how long it is they walk. Anyone they pass is sure to stare, but he can't tell with his eyes shut tight.

A door opens and closes behind him. A larger set of hands cup his head, fingers warm and rough. They rub delicately over his brows, the signal that it's safe to open his eyes.

The lights are off in the jr agents' dorm room, and it's getting darker as Gisu hurries to draw the blinds. Adam smiles down at Dion, cupping his cheeks.

"Apahhu nruv?"

Dion can't understand the words, but the tone of his boyfriend's soft British drawl brings his shoulders down from around his ears.

The dumpy couch in the dorms smells like Morris's cologne and Sam's woodland animal friends. He didn't used to like it, but now he relaxes into the familiar cushions, laying down and curling into a tiny ball. The dark helps. He can focus on breathing and not holding back vomit.

Gisu nudges him, and he lets her pick him up and deposit his head in her lap, careful not to jostle him. She pets his head as the others chat quietly.

He listens for as long as he can, holding on to the sound of their voices as his head splits down the middle. The pressure is the awful part. Something inside him banging on the inside of his head, trying to get out.

He might make a sound of pain— he can't hear himself if he does— because the talk around him stops. Gisu squeezes his arm as he wraps his hands around his head. The agony throbs with his heartbeat.

Someone else touches him. He tries to open his eyes, but the world is a swimming mess of color. Leaning into their hands, Dion lets them move him however they want.

They lightly touch his forehead, and he can feel cool breath on his face as his cheeks pinken. They're so close, and he doesn't need more blood rushing to his head from being flustered.

Then, miraculously, the pounding in his brain eases. Like air escaping from a leaky tire, the pressure in his head deflates. He gasps, nearly falling forward face-first.

When the touch pulls away, he whines, reaching back for them. His brain is still on fire, but it's more of a campfire and less of an incinerator. With relief so strong he can't keep himself up any longer.

The feeling is like cool water running over a blistering burn. It's enough that he can start to drift off. The only thing he can do is wait for the rest of the migraine to fade on its own, but now he can doze until it passes.

Gisu stares at the boy in her lap. His chest rises and falls steadily as he sleeps. Morris and Adam gape at Lizzie, kneeling in front of the couch, her hands hovering over Dion.

Lizzie's own shock is obvious. She closes her open mouth, one eyebrow quirked as she studies the boy in the center of them all.

"Lizzie… Did you…?"

"I thought a little ice would take the edge off. But then I felt his mind… there was so much energy, it's like a lightning storm in there. The static was gonna discharge eventually," she says, whispering.

"Psychic discharge. Hell, that means…" Adam kneels next to her and presses another kiss to Dion's forehead.

"Okay. Okay. I think we should talk about this when he's awake." Even with her mind racing on a superhighway of questions, Gisu can't help her own lips twitching up as she sees how calm Dion is. There will be a lot to talk about later, but for now it's enough that he's feeling better.

"Sounds good to me. Leave the serious stuff for later. I want to find some whipped cream and a feather." Morris rubs his hands together like a cartoon supervillain. He won't do anything, not when Dion is in pain, but the joke disperses some of their anxiety as Gisu whaps him on the hair.

Dion is psychic. It makes sense. The symptoms of psychic repression are weird, but the headaches and fatigue are classic. He's always been so firm and confident about it, and his family agreed that he never displayed any visible powers. But that's not a guarantee. People miss things, I should have considered the possibility….

Morris settles next to Lizzie on the couch while Adam slips under Dion's legs to sit in the middle. She puts the should haves away. For now, they'll keep each other company, watching anime without sound and texting each other memes until Dion wakes up.

When he does blink awake, Dion feels better than he ever has after an episode. His friends and partners are sleeping, flopped over him, limbs tangled together in such a mess he doesn't want to think about getting up.

Dion finds someone's hand and holds it tight, and he can almost feel his head clear even more. Love is funny like that.

[flutter-fields]

ask box is open. ask me and/or my MCs. or send in prompts/dialogue blurbs and I might write a short thing for it 👀👀👀

am little sicky rn, so might take a bit for me to answer.

[bumblebee-anon]

Connor x reader in a haunted house with “Wait, are you actually scared?” and “FuCK NO–” please? -🥞

Connor clutched your hand tightly, not quite enough for it to be painful, but enough for you to tell all his claims of “’S not that scary.” were bs. You could tell he was scared, but… it was kinda funny to see him jump and try to pass it off as a shiver.

“Jesus fuck!” Connor yelled as a mechanic creature popped up a few inches from his face. You giggled softly as he stumbled into you. 

“Wait, are you actually scared?” You asked teasingly, patting his back. Connor whipped around, flicking you in the nose with his hair. 

“FuCK NO!” He retorted, grimacing a bit as his voice cracked. You chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“I’m serious, babe, I’m not gonna judge you if you are,” you mumbled, giving a small smile. Connor slouched a bit, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe a little,” he mumbled, making you giggle again.

“Well, it’s almost over. Just tough it out, then we can go home and watch Disney or whatever, mkay?”

Connor nodded and you laced your fingers together again, completely ready to have Connor crush your hand at the next scare.

[ask-bumbleghoul]

Redwood, or Red as many called him, was walking around when he saw Polly, confused, he walked over, being a gentle and soft spoken Ghoul, he tried to amplify his voice

"Uh, hi there, you must be Polly"

His tail flicked, his French accent coming out very clear

@ask-redwood-ghoul

Polly tilted their head, their anteni drooping.

"Oh, Hello!!" They smiled and waved. "I've heard of you, I thinks..." They chuckled. They ran to the ghoul, "Have you seen Papa? I think he's avoiding me.. "

[ask-bumbleghoul]

BACKGROUND

Polly had been a lone ghoul in the outskirts of the ministry, not knowing anything of it till they saw the big building when adventuring.

They didn't understand why there were other ghouls there or why they were so disruptive. Weren't they supposed to obey their queen figure?

Of course this dynamic didn't go well, every chance why got they kept trying to please perpetua, sadly making it seem like they were sucking up.

One day, they were being overbearing towards Perpetua. They were trying to convince him not to do anything and that they could handle it all.. This made Perpetua very upset, he didn't come this far to be treated like a baby.

Polly was given a firm and loud slap on the cheek, messing up their anteni and making them shake and pant. This was the dynamic they wanted, wasn't it? To have a queen, to have someone to serve.. But their queen would never hurt them… at least without meaning to. Their old queen, their mom, was forced to stay in the pits because of Polly accidentally being summoned due to one of the stupid dares humans do.

Polly soon became used to Perpetua's explosive behavior, them usually being the punching bag throughout it all.

Voice claim is Alice in wonderland (the cartoon version ❤)

EARTH GGHHOULLL

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Mod is minor

No NSFW at all

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[brain-bumbler]

au where characters are split up into their archetypes

Well you know I'm gonna start with Dion, but I'll try to do my three favorite aquatos in-depth since you didn't specify

Clown archetype, because he needs to let loose and act more silly sometimes, needs to break out of his shell. Dion is completely embarrassed by this archetype

Ringleader, his passion for acrobatics and also his desire to live up to his parent's expectations

a princess or female acrobat type bc he has gender feelings. Though alternatively, all of the archetypes could be girls if he wants to have a REVELATION

Maybe a greek god "Dionysus" who could be his desire to rebel or want for teenage recklessness/revelry. May also contribute lots of dramatic poetry

Frazie

"Fortune teller" sort of her internal image of what a psychic looks like based on those scary stories she heard growing up, her desire to give herself permission to be herself, no matter what that means

A character who looks most like her, but can go invisible or turn other people invisible, or maybe an archetype that can take on the general appearance of other people. The mask or the mirror, the way she hides herself from her family but also how she is charming and can fit into friend groups and has helped Raz hide his powers when it wasn't safe

Knife throwing performer who throws psychic blades at enemies while doing twirls, the marriage of her acrobat and psychic selves

Augustus

A "strongman" the way he tries to protect his family and carry all their burdens

Ringleader who works to coordinate things and helps him juggle so many kids and responsibilities, his ambition and desire to make the circus great

I'm trying to think of a "dad" archetype that just lets him grab his kids and hold them close and always know where they are. maybe a lighthouse keeper! Because he wants them to always be able to find their way home

Other random ideas are Norma as a detective, Morris going full pirate aesthetic (bc pirate radio lol), and Adam having a ninja or a brave knight. Lizzie has a brawler like from mortal kombat. Gisu has a mad scientist or a jester. Milla and Sasha having archetypes based on the other, a disco dancer for Sasha and a more reserved teacher type for Milla because they've helped each other grow and been such great influences on each other.

If everyone was split up into archetypes people would find new niches and get to know new sides of each other they didn't think would get along with!