And you guys thought Holo!Bee was bad...
*waves* Greetings, citizens!
The name's Sae, 21, Navy Nuke, was dragged kicking and screaming to the movie and fell in love right in the theater. You may have seen me floating about the community for the past couple weeks. I've just been waiting until I actually had something to show, before introducing myself. Annnnd its taken me three weeks to actually finish the thing, so, yeah. And some writing to go with it, too.
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Two months, Bumblebee had promised. At the most.
Jazz was still off-line, Ratchet was still working on the downed Autobot, the United States government had requested that the Autobot leader stay on American soil, for his own safety (which Sam had pointed out was ridiculous, but the government was never known for making sense) and Ironhide didn't have a diplomatic bolt in his body. So Bumblebee was their ambassador overseas, sent to meet with the heads of the countries allied with the US, to expose the presence of alien lifeforms to people who needed to know. This was just an introduction, a brief meeting with various Presidents and Prime Ministers and an aging Queen and a few other political bigwigs, a meeting and a warning that Earth was now a hotspot in the Autobot/Decepticon war, so sorry to bring this on your heads, and if your new car starts acting funny, give us a call.
Two months without the bright, protective presence of his robotic friend, and Sam was in a bad way after only a week. He eyed the cars on the streets warily, flinched back from the sounds of planes flying past overhead, and though he knew, quite well, that there was almost always a friendly electronic ear within screaming distance, he slept badly, knowing that Bee was far away and all alone and not parked under his window at night.
Near the end of the second week, Mikaela handed him the doll. It was Bumblebee, a tiny, simplified, stuffed replica that fit into his palm. She was infuriatingly silent about it's origin, only saying that she, herself hadn't made it and at first, Sam hadn't known what to think, except that Ironhide probably would have laughed himself sick if he saw it.
It was ridiculous, a boy on the brink of manhood needing a stuffed toy to feel better. But Sam had to admit, that first night, with the miniature Autobot tucked under his arm, he had slept better than since before Bumblebee had left.
Yeah. I'm pretty sure that, deep down, I blame this community for this.
If you want more pictures, and a bit more about Plushie!Bee's origins, hit up this link. Otherwise, yeah. I made Bumblebee out of felt.
The name's Sae, 21, Navy Nuke, was dragged kicking and screaming to the movie and fell in love right in the theater. You may have seen me floating about the community for the past couple weeks. I've just been waiting until I actually had something to show, before introducing myself. Annnnd its taken me three weeks to actually finish the thing, so, yeah. And some writing to go with it, too.
o o o
Two months, Bumblebee had promised. At the most.
Jazz was still off-line, Ratchet was still working on the downed Autobot, the United States government had requested that the Autobot leader stay on American soil, for his own safety (which Sam had pointed out was ridiculous, but the government was never known for making sense) and Ironhide didn't have a diplomatic bolt in his body. So Bumblebee was their ambassador overseas, sent to meet with the heads of the countries allied with the US, to expose the presence of alien lifeforms to people who needed to know. This was just an introduction, a brief meeting with various Presidents and Prime Ministers and an aging Queen and a few other political bigwigs, a meeting and a warning that Earth was now a hotspot in the Autobot/Decepticon war, so sorry to bring this on your heads, and if your new car starts acting funny, give us a call.
Two months without the bright, protective presence of his robotic friend, and Sam was in a bad way after only a week. He eyed the cars on the streets warily, flinched back from the sounds of planes flying past overhead, and though he knew, quite well, that there was almost always a friendly electronic ear within screaming distance, he slept badly, knowing that Bee was far away and all alone and not parked under his window at night.
Near the end of the second week, Mikaela handed him the doll. It was Bumblebee, a tiny, simplified, stuffed replica that fit into his palm. She was infuriatingly silent about it's origin, only saying that she, herself hadn't made it and at first, Sam hadn't known what to think, except that Ironhide probably would have laughed himself sick if he saw it.
It was ridiculous, a boy on the brink of manhood needing a stuffed toy to feel better. But Sam had to admit, that first night, with the miniature Autobot tucked under his arm, he had slept better than since before Bumblebee had left.
Yeah. I'm pretty sure that, deep down, I blame this community for this.
If you want more pictures, and a bit more about Plushie!Bee's origins, hit up this link. Otherwise, yeah. I made Bumblebee out of felt.