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theminecraftbee · 7 months

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There are several things Martyn realizes, all at once, when he opens his eyes:

He is dreaming.

It's one of those in-between dreams, the ones that aren't quite dreams.

He is sitting at a green felted table. It is sitting on a stage. The lighting is dim, and no one is watching, but out of the corner of his eye he can see the stagehands dressed in black, waiting.

He is not the only one sitting at the table. There is a Watcher, draped in purple. There is a Listener, draped in yellow. There is someone he recognizes in a red sweater. There is someone he thinks he should recognize, but can't quite, shuffling a deck of cards.

"Right. What's all this, then," he mutters.

We are playing blackjack, the Listener says.

We are deciding the rules, the Watcher says.

"It's not like we have anything better to do. Honestly, I'm glad you're here. Do you know how boring these guys are?" Grian says, and Martyn decides to quietly file Grian away as a dream-Grian, as opposed to real-life-Grian, so he doesn't go insane and/or stab him when he wakes up. He waits for the almost-familiar dealer to say something. He does not. After another few moments of awkward nonsense dream-silence, Martyn sighs and leans forward on the table.

"Sure, this might as well be happening," Martyn says. "Deal me in. How's the betting work, again?"

"You put your bet on the table. If you beat the dealer, you get to add it to the game," Grian explains. "If you don't beat the dealer, it takes it."

"Yeah, but like, that's abstract, isn't it? What does that mean, exactly, me losing what I bet if I don't beat the dealer," Martyn says.

Grian shrugs. "Don't ask me. To be honest, I'm hardly the storyteller you are."

"Me? Why are you acting like I have any control over these things when you're--"

Are you ready to play?

Martyn shuts up, looks at the Listener, and sighs. "Yeah, sure, I'm ready to play. Why not."

The dealer looks to its left. Grian sighs. "Why are you making me bet first. Again. We should rotate where we're sitting--fine, fine, I know it's an advantage because I'm the worst at this. Uh. Hm. No trading or giving away lives again. Not even as time or something. It makes the dynamics all weird, and I think we could use a nice straightforward death game next time."

(Martyn wants to roll his eyes. Nice and straightforward. Sure.)

The Watcher goes next. I would like there to be deep and wonderful bonds between the players. I would like those bonds to seem unbreakable.

"Coming from you, that's ominous," Martyn says.

Can I not just miss the alliances of the early days? the Watcher says.

"Never left the desert," Grian says, rolls his eyes, and looks at Martyn in commiseration. Martyn just stares back. So sue him, he's a bit more worried about this whole concept than an eye roll and a pithy phrase. Things Watchers want are rarely good.

When the bonds are enforced, they're less interesting, complains the Listener.

Martyn looks over sharply. Hey, wait, he thought--

I didn't say they had to be enforced by rule. I said they had to be deep. Encouraged, as opposed to discouraged.

Just saying. You'll never recapture Third Life.

Martyn swallows. His throat is dry. Weren't the Listeners supposed to be the good guys, here?

Besides, what I want is for each death to be meaningful again. They've felt too meaningless, lately, the Listener continues.

Martyn thinks the dealer raises an eyebrow, but it strikes him he's not exactly sure. Grian snorts. "Meaningful deaths. That's rich for you to say. I mean, I guess they're meaningful sometimes? I don't know, Martyn's the one who understands dramatic sacrifices, I just like killing things."

"Why do you keep on looking at me when you say those things," Martyn says.

"Look, you wouldn't be here if you weren't helping write," Grian says.

"What?" Martyn says.

We're here to play our cards for the story, the Watcher says. Aren't you also one of the authors?

"Me? What? No, I'm--what are you talking about," Martyn says.

Oh, well. I also hope your meaningful deaths make it in, the Watcher says the Listener.

Thanks, even if I disagree on the bonds, the Listener says.

"They hardly ever talk about real, concrete rules they want," complains Grian. "It's easier to understand the consequence if they bring up actual rules. Like boogeyman or no boogeyman."

"We're all just betting on cards!" Martyn says, throwing his hands up. "You're giving me a headache!"

It's your bet.

"Fine!" Martyn says. "Fine! You know what? Screw all of you. I hope this is the last one. I hope we never have to go back to that stupid death game. I hope it's miserable to watch or to listen to or to play and everyone just gives up. How's that for a bet?"

You're no fun.

Is that what you really want?

"Suit yourself," Grian says. "Honestly, if I still had that to bet, I guess I probably would."

"What do you mean, if you still had that to bet?"

"Well, I mean, that's not how blackjack works, is it? I don't just get back my in when I play it."

The dealer nods, and then silently, with a long bony hand, deals the cards.

Grian is dealt the four of diamonds. The Watcher is dealt the nine of spades. The Listener is dealt the five of clubs. Martyn is dealt a jack of spades. The dealer deals itself a seven of hearts. The dealer deals Grian a six of clubs--

"Hey, isn't that supposed to be face-down?" Martyn asks.

"Not here," Grian explains. "They're all face up so we can't touch the cards. So we don't have to. So we can't cheat."

"Who said anything about cheating?" Martyn says.

"Please," Grian says.

The dealer makes a hand motion. Martyn, grumpily, falls silent. He supposes they're playing by casino rules, then. He hasn't been in a casino since--he wouldn't know. Hard to remember anything that isn't this, isn't it? Isn't killing and dying and things out of his control and things very much in his control and, apparently, bizarre dream sequences designed to make him want to strangle Grian.

Anyway. Grian is dealt a six of clubs, giving him ten. The Watcher is given an eight of spades, giving it seventeen. The Listener is dealt a king of hearts, giving it fifteen. Martyn is given a six of clubs, giving him sixteen. The dealer deals its own second card face-down. Martyn stops to try to speak, and then shuts his mouth. Right. Dealer's advantage.

He stares at the numbers.

Grian sighs. "Well, I've got to double down, don't I? Fine. I want the whole 'red lives can kill' thing to be enforced somehow. I don't care how. There's my double down."

The dealer nods.

"Why would you want that," Martyn says blankly.

If we all win, that will be interesting with the bonds, the Watcher says mildly.

Grian shrugs. "I mean, we've enforced red names not befriending green names, but not the murder thing before. Figure we should switch up the game, right?"

"Why?" Martyn says again.

Well, it wouldn't do for it to be boring.

"No, not that. Just... isn't it easier to handle when the rules are laid out properly?"

Martyn throws his hands up, but stops arguing. The dealer gives Grian a face-down card. The dealer moves to the next party at the table.

The Watcher looks over at the dealer and makes a cutting-off motion. I stand.

The dealer moves on. Hit me, the Listener says, and is dealt the queen of diamonds. The Listener gestures to Martyn. It seems I bust. Pity. I suppose there will be no guarantee of meaning, then. Not what I'd prefer.

The dealer looks at Martyn. Martyn looks at the other hands. Martyn pauses.

"Wait, this is like, casino blackjack, yeah? I'm only playing against you, not the whole table?"

"Why would you be playing against us?" Grian says. "Writing's a collaborative process."

Martyn looks entreatingly at the Listener, but the Listener is a little too caught up in the bad hand it has been dealt. Martyn looks entreatingly at the Watcher, but the Watcher just looks somehow confused.

"I was under the impression that, I don't know, you all were adversarial."

Why? All we want is the same thing as you: the story to be told a certain way.

Martyn's not sure if he's furious or just numb.

"Fine. Got a sixteen, don't I? Hit me."

Two of spades.

He's furious. He wants to win against the dealer. He wants to win against everyone. He wants his idea to make it through. He has an eighteen, though. There are only two numbers in the deck that will not bust him, and he's no fool. Hitting on sixteen is a risk enough; if he wants his stupid bet of everything finally ending to make it through, he's got to hold here.

"I hold," he says through gritted teeth.

The dealer silently deals itself another card. A three of hearts. Distantly, Martyn's ears rush. He could have taken that. He could have taken the hit. He could have won. He could have had blackjack, and he doesn't know what the extra payout for blackjack even means in a game like this one, but he could have had it, and he held back, he didn't take the risk, he didn't--

The dealer flips up its cards. Seven, eight, three. Eighteen.

Martyn's heart pounds. A stand-off.

Grian flips up his own card and groans. It's a five of diamonds. "There goes that bet," he mutters.

The dealer makes a sweeping motion around the table. The Watcher smiles, a terrible, terrible thing. Martyn, all at once, realizes that he can't ask again. He can't say 'this is guaranteed to be the last one' again. He backs out of his chair. To the sides, he sees the stagehands change the lighting. A spotlight, on him and the dealer--

"That isn't fair," he says. "It's a tie. I should get my bet back, right? It's a tie!"

THAT IS WHERE WE DIFFER FROM THE HOUSES IN VEGAS, the dealer says, and Martyn's heart stops.

(The voice is familiar. Familiar, but he cannot place it.)

YOU SEE, IN THIS GAME, THERE IS ALWAYS ONE THING THAT HAS AN ADVANTAGE. ONE THING THE STORY IS ALWAYS PLAYING AGAINST. ONE THING, THAT INEVITABLY, AFTER LONG ENOUGH PLAYING, WILL WIN.

There, the dealer looks Martyn in the eyes, and Martyn, all at once, knows exactly what the dealer must be.

AND THAT IS ME.

Martyn stares Death in the eyes.

Then, in a cold sweat, Martyn wakes up.

He does not sleep again for a long time.

#trafficblr #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #the watchers #the listeners #a bee fic #this is me getting ALL OF MY MOST PRETENTIOUS URGES OUT before i go write more giftfic #literally all my most favoritest pretentious tropes. death personified. weird audience/writer avatar watchers and listeners. cards.#the series abstracted as a stage show. martyn being tired and confused.#really really ominous portents of the next game that hasn't actually happened yet #this is what self-indulgence looks like. if you're me.#there could not be. a more me fic.#anyway. ANYWAY. martyn doesn't understand why he's here. but why WOULDN'T he be here?#out of everyone in the series he's one of the ones who shapes the narrative the most after all

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 5 months

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Headcanon that Espio can occasionally turn invisible in his sleep, either due to a bad dream or just at random

Unrelated headcanon: Espio is a bit of a sleepwalker

Completely unrelated headcanon: Vector and Charmy are convinced the detective agency is haunted because they've both seen things get bumped over in the middle of the night or a doorknob turn and open by itself or heard the floors creak when no one was walking on them. Espio thinks they're being ridiculous because he's never seen anything, and any night they make him stay awake to prove it nothing happens.

#espio falls asleep on the floor and goes invisible #and vector trips over him #and now they're both on the floor and Espio is jolted awake very confused #espio the chameleon #team chaotix #sonic headcanon #sonic headcanons #vector the crocodile #charmy bee #sleepwalking

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futuristichedge · 7 months

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#still not over why they did this. i mean i totally understand they're rascals but like this SCENE #vector. no hesitation ''get me the pepper mill'' when theyre supposed to be heading out to vanillas. girl #sonic x #sonic the hedgehog #team chaotix #espio the chameleon #vector the crocodile #charmy bee #god i love their dynamic. this scene felt a little mean but thats sonic x for u #espio #vector #charmy #my gif #currently collecting a bunch of references for the inside of their house and SO confused by how their house is?? supposed to be constructed #will post once ive got it all for the convenience of artists 👍 and then i will ignore it #it needs to be homey u canNOT be living out of a cubicle-lookin ass house.

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canisalbus · 1 month

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Different Italian anon, but the thing with Tuscan C is that it's pronounced like a very strong H sound, which is extra weird cuz the letter H makes no sound in Italian, normally. It sounds the way Spanish pronounce the J. We say it's "aspirato". So then people from there will say things like Hoha Hola (coca cola), and it's funny. It's also extremely contagious, I got family in Florence, you spend 3 days with them you start doing it too before you even realize.

#that sounds really endearing actually #answered #anonymous #this is entirely beside the point but I still feel sort of bamboozled by languages that have silent letters #or when letters have multiple pronunciations that vary wildly from word to word #and when the sound and the letter don't seem to match like how J sounds very close to H in Spanish like you mentioned #I'm generalizing a little but none of these are really a thing in Finnish #in Finnish words are pretty much always pronounced the way they are written if that makes sense #I don't know the language terminology but I think phonetic spelling is what you call it #each letter represents a specific sound and you string those together #when you hear a word you can always tell how it's written and when you read a word you know how to pronounce it #even if you're encountering the word for the first time and have no idea what it means #it's comparatively direct and predictable there's practically no need for guessing or memorizing #also the stress is always on the first syllabe and it's so subtle it might as well not be there at all #which sometimes makes spoken Finnish and Finnish accent sound kind of monotonous there isn't a lot of intonation #I was extremely confused by the concept of spelling bees as a kid #anyway long tag ramble but this stuff is just interesting to me

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edgarallanpoestan · 5 months

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have u considered: celltw

(i havent webweave-d (webwoven?) before and WILL be improving with time. hopefully ^-^ there are a lot of fantastic works i couldnt include, or only included small pieces of, so ill work on getting better and utilizing space so that i can include more :])

credit and alt 3rd part below cut

SOURCES:

1st Weave: Galleria Dantesca (Filippo Bigioli), Alice Madness Returns concept art, @jenniferleecopping, The Cannibal's Canción (Gloria Anzaldúa), Cannibal (Ke$ha), bones and all poem (@lovemeeatmebonesandall), Cannibalism Wikipedia, Animal Impluses (@pacbite)

2nd Weave: Crusader Atrocities Bibliotheque Nationale De France, Dante and Virgil (William-Adolphe Bouguereau), The Cannibal (Baths of Titus), untitled poem (@rotnik-tmblr), Cannibalism headline @/vintagenews, "I love you" post (@runaroundhound), Institutionalized Cannibalism (Cannibalism Wikipedia), Eat Your Heart Out (@mochitoaster)

3rd Weave: @/milkwhiteteeth, De Lijken van de Gebroeders de Witt (Jan de Baen), untitled poem (@honeyandbloodpoetry), the meal (@frightenedbythesound), Cannibal (Tally Hall), Human Cannibalism Wikipedia, Carnivore Animal (@federation-cucurucho), I must do to understand

thank you to all the lovely artists and writers who gave me permission to use their works, i highly recommend checking out all of their blogs!!!!! they are all incredibly sweet and skilled :>

ALT 3RD PART (too cluttered for me):

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jorrated · 4 months

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bill seems like the type of guy that doesn't check if there are unexpected visitors before just saying shit. also hes color blind. also he doesnt pay attention to stuff. also hes 50. also-

for context:

normal vision vs green-red colorblind (protanopia) vision

#jo.art #sonic the comic #mighty the armadillo #blockhead bill #vector the crocodile #society max #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #not that being colorbling fucking matters #he get a blue hedgehog confused with a red snake #i truly love him #fleetway #billmax

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arabriddler · 8 months

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my rogues gallery

#Rogues gallery #the riddler #the penguin #two face #killer croc #joker #catwoman #poison ivy #harley quinn #cd #nahlaverse #<- I should start using this to avoid confusion #Scarecrow #sorry bestie I forgot you #bee’s art #Mr freeze

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mentalmeles · 10 months

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Seeing people getting upset about Queen Beelzebub's design because she's not a full on fly/bee or whatever and like... Why does it matter? Who said that Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss canon had to be perfectly 100% accurate, ykno? Maybe it's because I'm not religious in the slightest and I'm speaking from a place of ignorance, but it just feels like a weird thing to get hung up about tbh

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #i mean no disrespect of course #like i'm genuinely confused ldkfjkl #personally i think bee's design is rad af #the colors and markings and lava lamp hair are all so cool #and she's hot #which is a plus LMAO #she's just lots of fun!#the star child speaks

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wonderinc-sonic · 3 months

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Alt version of this post for @lost-in-the-cyberspace because you're right, it does work. What's his tag - Vecdad?

#vector the crocodile #charmy bee #team chaotix #wonderincs #They could start a trend. Eggman is confused as to whether he uses Metal Sonic as a sponge #or if Sage is the sponge and Metal is the car.

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thewandererh · 3 months

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i uh… coughs

i love him a lot,,, 🥺

yes you can ask me to hug and pat him i shall and will :]💙. these pics were from a bit ago but i do still have him!! and pebbs and sluggie. tr was my first handmade iterator plushie, actually. he was tough to figure out and i struggled a lot bc i used zero base or pattern for the body (wow). helpless little guy. i like to think that after infiltrator ripped his brain out he just woke up as plush. silly dude <33 the most introvert iterator ever

anyways did you guys know february is tr’s birthday month? the 9th!!!!!!! he became real on the 9th!!! the 9th..,,,, just a week away. the 9th! tr’s birthday! in a week! oh wow. it got here so fast. the 9th! just a week awa-

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tezzbot · 3 months

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I just draw things to amuse myself that's what my art is for GHFGF

#sth #espighty #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #mighty the armadillo #mydoodles #sure I'll tag this whatever #SDFGFH #He ran out of space he had to move the L down it wasn't that important LMFAO #also its yes/no not your/name btw lmao I've seen people get confused by that before

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theminecraftbee · 3 months

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Joel stares at the ceiling. It’s sure a hospital ceiling alright. Grey tiles, fluorescent lights, a steady beep in the background. Great. He’s in the hospital his first day in town. He’s sure that bodes well for the future of his time in Hermiton, truly. What had he been saying to himself before he arrived? That he just had to survive one more year of high school and then he could go be a hermit in the woods or at least pass his exams to get that architecture degree he used to dream about.

“Oh, you’re awake! You’re the last to wake up. It’s just exhaustion, don’t worry. That always happens the first few times you summon your Persona. Your body gets used to it and stops trying to force you into the ground the moment you enter Real Space again eventually.”

He tries very hard not to groan out loud. If he doesn’t move or make any noise, maybe the weird guy won’t notice he’s awake. Maybe he’ll go away and like, whatever adult in town is currently supposed to be in charge of him will show up and sign some paperwork and Joel can leave.

There’s a long, awkward silence.

“You know, I can tell you’re awake. I already said so,” the stranger says.

“Shut up, I’m trying to make you go away,” Joel says.

The stranger snorts. “What, you don’t want information on your two friends you apparently risked your life to save?”

Joel… would kind of like that information, actually, but he’s not just going to say so.

“It’s not like I know them. I’ve been here five days. Idiot,” Joel says.

“I don’t know. Seems a lot like you know them,” the stranger says. “You’ll probably get to know them even more soon, after we do an assessment to make sure it’s safe for you all to enter Altered Space. It’s just been me and Scar for so long, I didn’t think other Persona users would ever show up!”

“What,” Joel says. “I don’t believe in Personas. They’re stupid. I was lucid dreaming. This is stupid.”

“Can’t you still hear yours? I think I’d go insane if I stopped.”

Yes.

“No.”

“Well then, maybe you’re the weak one. A strong Persona user would definitely still hear their Persona,” the stranger says, and look man, Joel doesn’t want to be doing this, but he can’t let ‘maybe you’re the weak one’ stand. It’s a matter of honor. Of pride.

“No, buzz off. I’m the strong one. I didn’t just awaken Pygmalion, I kicked ass using Pygmalion. Stupid Skizz and Impulse passed out immediately. And I was the only one who knew how to get to Skizz so, so, screw you, I’m super strong with your fake brain ghost thing.”

The stranger is quiet for a long moment. “Did you say you knew how to get to Skizz?”

“Yeah you just follow the evil butterflies. You should know, since you’re crazy,” Joel says.

“Oh my god,” the stranger says. “Oh my god. This changes everything.”

Something sinks in Joel’s stomach. “Wait, what does that—”

“I have to go tell Mr. Hills. Meet us when you get out of here, a doctor should let you out once you’re awake! But I have to tell him! Being able to preemptively find entrances to Altered Space! Fighting off a shadow and rescuing people your first time summoning a Persona! Me and Scar won’t have to be alone anymore!”

“No, I, uh, was lying, stop that,” Joel says unconvincingly.

“See you!” the stranger says.

“You forgot to tell me what happened to Skizz,” Joel says, finally sitting up to try to stop the stranger, but it’s too late. He’s already gone. Joel stares blankly after the space where he’d once been.

“You also forgot to tell me your name, you moron,” Joel says weakly.

He buries his head in his hands, breathes, and calls the nurse. If his strange classmate isn’t going to tell him what’s actually happening, then Joel’s going to find out for himself.

(Power throbs beneath a scar on his hand. A voice whispers agreeing remarks in the back of his head. He has way too many aches and pangs for last night—or, well, however many nights ago it was now—to be fake. But for now, he just wants to know Skizz is okay and go back to his stupid apartment and pretend none of this happened. Is that too much to ask?)

#smallishsona au #a bee fic #joel smallishbeans #grian #(not named but he’s the other persona user here)#I have decided I am going to write various ficlets for this au. click on the au tag to go find the first few posts if you’re confused.#let’s get this thing started with: joel wakes up in the hospital after his first battle and IMMEDIATELY regrets everything

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 9 months

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Working at a day camp this summer and watching how careful we have to be making sure it's actually one of their approved adults that's picking them up, made me think how funny it'd be if after Vector and Vanilla get together they send Charmy and Cream to day camp. Like:

(Vanilla picks the kids up from camp)

Camp staff: Okay you have the bunny girl that checks out

Vanilla: Oh the bee is mine also

Staff: Okay... That's a little odd but interspecies relationships and whatnot so yeah okay

(Vector picks the kids up)

Staff: You are neither a rabbit nor a bee

Vector: Charmy's adopted and Cream's my stepkid

Staff: Okay yeah that's fair...

(Espio picks the kids up)

Staff (tired): a chameleon... and how are you related exactly?

Espio: I'm their... uncle?

Staff: You hesitated

Espio: Well technically I'm not actually related to them but I did help raise Charmy... so I'm kind of like his second dad. But Vector basically adopted me too, so I'm kind of like the big brother... But age wise I'm really closer to being Vector's brother...

Espio: *has an identity crisis*

Staff: Well you're on the approved pickup list anyways so go ahead I guess

(Mighty comes to pick them up because everyone else is busy)

Staff: Let me guess, you're here for the bunny and the bee

Mighty: Yeah

Staff: *looking through an "approved" list that's ten feet long*

Mighty: Oh also the flying squirrel is my little brother

Staff: Of course he is that makes perfect sense

(Gmerl comes to pick them up)

Staff: A robot

Gmerl: My primary directive is to protect Cream and now Charmy--

Staff: *absolutely done with this* You're on the approved list just sign the form

Staff: How about I just get a list of who's not allowed to pick these kids up

#it's barry #the camp staff is just barry the quokka #he's just so tired and confused #also i think knuckles and amy are probably approved #and if there's any grandparents or anything #basically half of mobius is somehow part of their found family #vector x vanilla #charmy bee #cream the rabbit #vanilla the rabbit #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #mighty and ray #gmerl #sonic posting

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 10 months

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You mentioned once that Eg has both polecat and dart frog DNA, right? That implies that other clones can have more than one type of animal mixed with them. Thinking of the possibilities is exciting :)

(That is correct! Now it is time for 'Bean talks about clone OCs again!!!' (Also Bean is not a scientist, and we are using cartoon logic, so do not come at them for inaccuracy!!!)

In the most simple of terms, there are three groups that clones can be classified into! (Well, four, but we'll get into that)

The first group is clones with just a single species of animal (or plant!) spliced into their DNA, with examples being Spud (Star-Nosed Mole) and Mirtillo (Common Vampire Bat)

These guys are probably second most common! Giving clones specific traits without the risk of mixing DNAs and causing the clone to explode or something

The second group is clones with more than one set of DNA, but those animals are all the same species, ie Vitelotte having only spider DNA (Jumping Spider, Wolf Spider, Tarantula etc (side note, no specific subspecies bc there are so many spiders I do not have the spoons to look through them all and pick some out kjfdsjf)), and Mint Chip having shark DNA (Tiger Shark and Thresher Shark)

These guys are probably the most common type as they (the scientists) were giving clones specific traits from animals like the singular DNA clones, but also did not want to be limited if one type of species could do something another couldn't

And then Eg falls into the third group of having more than one set of DNA from different animals! As mentioned, she has Striped Polecat (aka African Skunk or Zorilla) and Blue Poison Dart Frog DNA! Another example, bc I need to have two examples, is BB, who is a mix of Boer Goat, African Lion, Ball Python, and King Cobra!

This group is the rarest out of the three, bc mashing together DNAs like that often resulted in failure, but that does not mean they are few and far between!

And last, but not least, special cases!!! This is the group Pep falls into, even tho he should technically be in the third group, he is packed with so many different kinds of DNA, he is very much an outlier here

And there are a few other outliers, who would also technically be in one of the previous groups, but what makes them different is that they were not purposely spliced with certain DNAs, and were the result of cross-breeding (two (or more) different clones with different DNAs making a baby), or cannibalism (eating another clone and absorbing their set(s) of DNA)

#ooc post #lore tag #did I use this as a bit of an excuse to draw clones again? yeah hehe #also take a sip of water Bean made another fat clone with big hands!!!#well big paws bc this guy got BEANS #and yes you can hug them before anyone asks!!!#also also did not mean for all the clones on the left to be looking at the clones on the right with varying levels of confusion kjfjkf #but sailor bees sailor bees #Spud the Fake Peppino #Mirtillo the Peppiclone #Vitelotte the Peppiclone #Mint Chip the Peppiclone #Eglantine the Fake Peppino #BB the Fake Peppino #and Pep but I do not tag him for some reason #oh also #cannibalism mention

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