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In summer, the Hitokotonushi Shrine in Ibaraki sets up on oasis for bees where they can safely collect water
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shrine of your lights
🍯 honey flavour: edibles and a church wedding to attend. what could go wrong with Eddie as your plus one?
🐝 the bees: FWB!Eddie x reader
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content warnings: a smidge of Catholic blasphemy, weed usage, friends w/ benefits Eddie, R is a bit of a love (and relationship) skeptic and Eddie is lovesick, R+E are in their 20’s, pining, public sex (no one but them observes tho), R has hair long enough to tuck behind ears, R gets a hickey but skin tone/color is not described, R has breasts and a V, softdom Eddie, marking kink (?)
foreword: I listened to Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac for this. LOL. kind of AU bc it’s a few years after ssn 4 and everyone is alive and just fine (lovesick but oh well can’t b helped) based on this anon thank u for inspiring me!!!!
The stained glass window in front of you looms tall, afternoon light streaming through and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished wood flooring. You stretch out a hand into the warm beam of sun, admiring the way the colors catch and bounce off your dainty star-chain bracelet.
When Eddie had suggested you two eat some weed brownies as a precursor to your (very distant, very Catholic) cousin’s wedding, you hadn’t quite expected to get as stoned as you are now. Since Eddie hasn’t attended any major life functions sober since 1981, and seeing as how you refuse to step foot inside a church space without some sort of social lubricant, the weed wasn’t a hard sell at all.
To be fair, Eddie had warned you of their potency, and you had snuck another quarter of a brownie when his back was turned: but christ, your tolerance must be crazy low or something, ‘cuz a window has no right to be this mesmerizing.
You’ve been staring at it for the past five minutes, in your own little world while a steady stream of wedding guests file in through the big oak doors and mill about before the ceremony. The warm, still air of the church is heady with the smell of fresh florals and incense, and a line of votive candles flicker and wink against the windowsill.
Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s still speaking in gentle tones with an elderly woman (whom you’re likely related to, hard to say) near the foyer, all charming smile and sincere hand pressed to the slip of bare chest his button-down displays. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s really great at endearing himself to total strangers; he’s been a natural shoe-in for any plus-one you’ve needed over the past few years.
While Eddie is perfectly in his element, holding what looks to be an engaging conversation while stoned to all hell, your focus is drawn back to the window. You should probably be on the arm of your guest, seeing as how it’s your family wedding after all, but the swirling lights and colors are too alluring to pull yourself away from.
“Beautiful piece of art, isn’t it?”
The voice behind you is unfamiliar, and proper social graces here would call for an introduction, perhaps a firm handshake, but your limbs and tongue feel so loose and the reply is out of your mouth before you can think twice- “God, yeah. S’fucking gorgeous. I want one for my house.”
There’s a light cough, and when you turn on your low-heeled Mary Janes it’s under the amused eye of a priest- in full priest-garb. Green velvet robes and little hat and everything.
You realize your error- swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain- but the brief stint in Catholic school from when you were 6 is unfortunately not recalled in time to stop the scramble of swears mixed with apologies that come tumbling out.
“Oh shit- I mean- fuck. Oh god. Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean-”
The priest- old as hell but thankfully with sense of humor still intact- smiles kindly at you and takes your hand in both of his, patting graciously. “No apologies are necessary, my dear. The beauty of God can be overwhelming and awe-inducing.”
You nod jerkily, grabbing on to his excuse- “Yes, yep. That’s exactly what happened. Struck down by the awe.”
The priest nods to you, and then to Eddie (who’s appeared at your side like a guard dog that sensed trouble), then wanders off down a row of pews to greet other guests.
You’re nearly doubled over with the effort it takes to conceal your laughter, Eddie stroking a calming hand down your back and chuckling with you under his breath.
“Struck down by the awe, huh?” he echoes as you straighten back up and dab at the tears gathering against your lashline. “You really are somethin’.”
“That was so embarrassing but guess what-” here you lean in, voice a conspiratorial whisper as Eddie raises his eyebrows to look down his nose at you- “I don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m hi-igh.”
This last word is sung with a two-note lilt, and you turn back to the comfort of the sunny window as Eddie steps in beside you, shaking his head. “I told you to start with a lower dose, ya goose. Did you take more when I wasn’t looking?”
You shrug a shoulder, the soft linen of your cardigan brushing up against the hard leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Maybe. Couldn’t say. You gonna steal this window for me or what?”
He blows out a breath, pretending to appraise the size and heft, rapping his ringed knuckles against the sill- “Well normally I’d say ‘anything for my girl’, but we’d need a shrink ray for this type’a heist.”
“Maybe Dustin has one we can borrow.”
He sucks his front teeth, playing along, shaking his head in faux-disappointment. “Nah, little shit’s only got a ham radio. Useless when it comes to religious robbery.”
Eddie looks overly pleased when you giggle, but some of the humor in his face falls to concern as he reaches out to squeeze your upper arms. “Hey. You doin’ okay? If you’re too stoned to sit through the ceremony, I can find us a little spot to hole up in. I’m good at finding those.”
“I know you are,” you reply, waving away his worry. “I’m fine, honest. Do I look high?”
He holds you at arm’s length, giving you a contemplative once-over. “Nope. You look beautiful.”
You roll your eyes, affectionately, then smooth your palms over the front of your black slip dress and pull the scalloped sleeves of your cardigan into place. “Well, of that I am aware.”
Eddie winks, and you really wish you were sober enough that the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne would have less of an effect but high as you are, you want nothing more than to burrow into his neck and taste the salt of his skin.
“Do I look high?” he asks, pulling away to do a little spin so you can appraise his appearance.
Eddie Munson, as it turns out, cleans up very well for family functions: smart black boots, maroon button-down tucked into a pair of flare-legged trousers, worn but well-kept leather jacket to top the outfit off. And in signature Eddie fashion, little glints of silver highlight the ensemble- his usual chunky rings, stacked layers of thin chain necklaces, metal buckles on his coat and at his waist, even a set of tiny hoops (courtesy of your jewelry drawer) in his ears.
The dryness in your mouth has nothing to do with your intoxication as you blink back to the present and give Eddie a once-over. “Uhm. Nope. You look sober. And very hot.”
He grins at you, wolfish, but then a bright chord of organ music signals the start of the ceremony. With a steady hand on your back, he leads you to a pew near the last row; when you’re both seated, his hand runs smoothly down to rest on your thigh, drumming a lazy beat with his thumb against you as the processional starts.
Your cousin Marion looks lovely swathed in white tulle, contrasted with her groom in a black tux. Her mother, your aunt- Karen? Karina? can’t recall- dabs at her tears with a delicate lace handkerchief in the front pew as the couple exchanges vows, promising eternal and ineffable love until their ultimate demise, etcetera.
You’re not someone who’s ever fallen prone to the gushy emotions that love seems to create in so many of your peers. While Nancy and Robin will dole out tissues to each other during some cheesy romcom, you’ll get ribbed for being so stoic. None of your breakups have ever ended in giant blowouts or dramatics from your side- hard to fight for something when you hadn’t really cared about it in the first place.
That’s why you consider yourself so lucky, when it comes to Eddie. After the two of you ended your high school fling due to graduation, you’d come back to Hawkins after a few years of college and found yourself sneaking out like a teenager again to hang out with Eddie Munson.
He told you he doesn’t want anything serious, either, and that he’s just fine being friends who sleep around and go to all of each other’s parties.
You almost believe him.
He’s been to every one of your nephew’s hockey games this past season, and you’ve spent two cozy Christmases so far at the trailer with him and Wayne; every party in between has ended with Eddie driving you home, or (more frequently) back to his place. Your collective relatives and friends haven’t asked about your relationship status in years, and it’s all thanks to Eddie’s presence in your life: if the two of you aren’t technically dating, it’s really no one’s business.
The old priest from earlier is droning on about some bible verse; uncomfortable on the hard bench and feeling restless, you shift your hips, and Eddie digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh.
“Quit. Squirming,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. When you shiver and still, he pats your leg and straightens again, eyes fixed to the front altar.
You and Eddie make it through the ceremony with minimal damage, only getting one dirty look from an older man in the pew ahead when you’d snickered at a dirty joke (courtesy of your benchmate). Marion and her new husband greet their guests one by one as everyone filters outside, and you coast easily through the interaction, kissing your cousin on both cheeks and fawning over her dress and giving just the right amount of congrats before Eddie plucks at your elbow to subtly redirect your attention.
“Let’s get some food in you,” he says, linking your arms together as you follow the receiving line outdoors.
The reception is held just next to the church building in a surprisingly lovely courtyard. Sunlight filters through the willow trees at the edge of a grass yard, where a picnic basket awaits on each spread quilt. People are kicking off their dress shoes, unwinding with the lure of nature, kids chasing each other through the paths between blankets as adults wiggle their toes into the grass and dig into the luncheon.
Possibly, you’re high and over-romanticizing, but you can tell by the look on Eddie’s face he’s there with you, taking it all in from your blanket in a quiet corner of the yard.
There are finger sandwiches in the basket, along with some fresh fruit and plastic utensils and plates to eat off of; Eddie fixes you a plate and you dig in happily, sock feet tucked under yourself, yours and Eddie’s shoes in a jumble nearby.
“Could eat anything when I’m high,” you muse, then bite into a sandwich that has the perfect cream-cheese-to-cucumber ratio with a contented sigh. “Food is so good.”
Eddie snaps a baby carrot with his back teeth, then snorts at you before reaching out to tuck one side of your hair behind your ear before it gets eaten along with your food. “I know you can eat anything when you’re high. I once saw you scooping up apple pie with potato chips.”
You give him a sidelong frown, mouth full of bread and veg as you defend yourself- “Yeah, and it was great. Dee-licious. Would do it again if-”
Your name is being called, and you swivel to see a young man about your age weaving along the spaces between blankets towards yours and Eddie’s spot.
“Tony!” In a neat bit of multitasking, you manage to swallow your food and rise to your feet (albeit unsteadily, with Eddie’s hand snapping out to support your efforts), then hold your arms out to envelop the boy in a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been ages.”
Anthony Townsend has grown up in the time you’ve spent away- the last recollection you have of your former childhood neighbor is his mop of red hair bouncing with the trampoline his parents bought him in 6th grade. He grew into his looks, for sure- the awkwardness of pre-teen ears and too-big front teeth have settled into a very kind and handsome face.
He looks genuinely pleased to see you, returning your hug with a squeeze, pulling back to hold both your hands and ask about where you’ve been. You breeze through a highlighted version of the last few years, leaving out all the interdimensional monster bullshit and focusing the questions back on him.
Tony’s telling you about his father’s veterinary practice that’s still running smoothly when you feel Eddie at your back, and Tony falters, dropping your hands.
Social cues come a tad slow to you, under the influence, and you think Tony’s stumbling because you haven’t introduced him yet (how were you supposed to know Eddie’s been glaring daggers at the poor kid ever since you’d hugged him?), and you attempt to remedy your mistake with a casual remark- “You know, Eddie here has been feeding the stray cats at our place every night, a whole colony of them- there’s gotta be, what, ten of ‘em now?”
You turn to Eddie for confirmation, reeling a little at the dark scowl he’s still sporting as he nods. “Yup. Somethin’ like.”
Tony scratches at the back of his neck, freckled cheeks pink as he begins to back away- “Um, yeah. Cool. Well it was great to see you! I gotta…”
With a vague gesture, he turns and tails it back to his blanket on the other side of the yard. You whirl on Eddie, his face smoothing back into relaxed indifference, even as you hiss, “What the hell was that?”
Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean, princess.”
“That,” you repeat, waving an arm in the air for emphasis. “I know I’m not sober but you were being weird, even by my standards.”
There’s this look that Eddie gets, sometimes, when one of you bumps against the walls of your loosely-defined relationship- a brief flash of pain and sadness before it gets hidden away behind his comfortable mask of bravado.
He’s got it now- a small pinch in his eyebrows, doey eyes swimming with emotion, and you put a hand on his leather-clad arm as the pieces fall into place. “Were you… are you jealous?”
In the span of a blink, the mask is back up, and with a dry laugh that’s so unlike him, Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. What do I have to be jealous of, huh? ‘S not like we belong to each other.”
Maybe on a different day, with half the weed in your system, you’d be able to let this comment slide. But there’s something deeply hurtful about it, sinking and twisting in your stomach like a stone. Your grip tightens on Eddie’s arm, tears stinging hot at your eyes, voice a watery, desperate thing- “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”
Eddie is quick to comfort you, once he realizes you’re close to crying- “Shit, sweetheart. Okay. You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to think…” Your voice is still shaky with emotion as Eddie lets you hold on to him, gently shushing you even though there’s no one near enough to hear. “You’re important to me, Eddie. I never wanna make you mad, or upset, or-”
“I’m not.” Eddie cuts smoothly into your rambling, placing his hands on either side of your neck as you cling to him, cool rings kissing into your skin. “I’m not mad, promise. I was just being an asshole for no reason, okay? Could never be mad at you.”
His thumb strokes at the column of your throat, your breath and heart rate lulled to normal under his touch, his expression returning to the gentle fondness you’re used to seeing.
“Let’s finish up lunch, hm?” Eddie says, and with a final soft squeeze he pulls away from you, taking with him the warmth of his palms.
It’s always like this, with him, at least in front of your respective families- any PDA is kept to a strict minimum, nothing too intimate or drawn out so as not to attract attention. You’d implemented this rule from the beginning, and Eddie has been nothing but respectful of it, your peace of mind over not wanting a label pacified.
But right now? The lack of Eddie’s arms around you or his lips on yours was starting to make you ache.
You both settle into the blanket again, conversation flowing around mouthfuls of food as you catch Eddie up with the latest family gossip, laughing when he bats your pointer finger out of the air (as if anyone is really paying attention to you two giggling loons).
Someone’s brought a radio and has it dialed to a soft rock station; you gasp and shove at Eddie (sprawled out like a house cat after a full meal in the sun), exclaiming “It’s Fleetwood Mac and you love Fleetwood Mac!”
“I so don’t,” he grumbles, but rises easily when you tug at him to stand sock-to-sock feet with you in the grass.
You both fall into a smooth rhythm, Eddie’s hands staying (respectably) on your hips, yours looped around his neck, doing a slow little rotation. He gazes at you as you sway back and forth in each other’s arms, the scrutiny making you titter and fidget.
“What?”
“Thought I told you to quit squirmin’,' ' comes his answer, hands tightening into the meat of your waist. “Let me look at you a minute.”
So you let him look.
While his chocolate eyes roam your face, you trail a hand up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger. Eddie leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, giving you room to do some staring of your own at those long, dark lashes.
After another slow circle, Eddie inhales and draws himself back, clearing his throat. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, sweetheart, but we’re gonna start getting looks if you don’t quit using me as your personal stress toy.”
You snort. “You’re right. Sorry.”
“All good,” he replies, dimples springing into his cheeks, teasing again- “When we get home later you can pet me like a dog, if you want. Just gotta tone you down ‘cuz you get touchy when you’re high.”
Eddie’s being a perfect gentleman. He’s sticking to your rules and looking out for you.
So why is it making you so sad?
You realize, with a stunning clarity, that you don’t want to wait until you’re back at the trailer to touch Eddie. That you’re starting to crave him when he leaves, whether it’s for a day or an hour or just out of bed to get a snack.
Fuck it, you think, and bend to scoop up your shoes.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell Eddie, slipping on your shoes then starting towards the building. When you realize he’s not following, you pause, giving him a look over your shoulder- “Aren’t you coming?”
Eddie blinks, wondering if you’re insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating or if he’s just really, really high. “Um. Uh…”
You don’t leave room for the shock to sink in, turning on your heel and smirking when you hear him swear under his breath and scramble to catch up.
In a narrow hallway lined with portraits of long-dead saints, you push Eddie against the wall, mouth sealing over his and hands roaming hungrily over his body.
“Fuck,” he gasps out, in between kisses, your fingers tugging at the root of his hair, near the nape of his neck where it stings the best- “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”
“You.” The answer is an honest one. You slip your tongue between Eddie’s teeth and the boy moans, melting into you.
Peppering kisses down Eddie’s face, your lips settle into the hollow just under his jaw, then part to give room to your teeth. Eddie stiffens as you bite down, sensitive skin pierced by your mouth; it’s his turn to be the squirmy one as you suck a bruise into that soft spot.
His cock is filling out, as proved by the steadily-growing bulge behind his zipper. You give a mean little wiggle of your hips and Eddie jolts so hard you lose your spot on his neck, popping off him with a wet smack.
“Angel, you have to stop.” Eddie sounds absolutely wrecked as he tries to maintain some distance, head tipped back to stare at the popcorn ceiling. “M’not gonna last if you keep doing that. Let me take you home, we can-”
“Shhh.” You quiet him with a pointer finger smooshed against his lips, your other hand tilted to your ear. “You hear that?”
Eddie strains to hear distant cheers and hip hip hoorays from the festivities a few corridors away; when he nods, you whisper, “That’s the cake cutting. We have a good ten minutes before anyone thinks to come back here.”
At first, Eddie thinks he’s off the hook when you release him completely, walking swiftly towards the main sanctuary. But then, because you’re a temptress, you beckon him with an impatient wave.
And because he’s so easy for you, he follows.
It’s like that window has a magnetic pull- you’re back under the prismatic glow of the stained glass, brushing a hand across the wide sill to dust it before hopping up to perch there. You fit neatly between the split row of votive candles (all snuffed out by now), enough room for your knees to part and for Eddie to fill the space.
You cross your arms around his neck, drawing him in with another deep kiss as his hands find your waist.
“Want you to mark me up,” you murmur, and when Eddie draws back, wary, you let your chin tip up. The crown of your head knocks into the window, exposing your throat. “Show them I’m yours, Eds.”
Only have to tell him twice, apparently, ‘cuz his teeth sink into your stretch of soft skin without further qualms. The feeling of his tongue soothing over the sore spot makes you jump, hips bucking forward into his hand that you didn’t even notice had trailed up the inside of your dress.
His long fingers pet at the wet patch that’s seeping through your underwear, catching at your clit on an upstroke, your gasp a harsh noise in the otherwise silent sanctuary.
Eddie begins to rub at you through the fabric in earnest now, tight circles with his thumb even as he pulls his mouth from your neck to assess his handiwork. “Yeah, fuck, sweetheart, that’s gonna leave a mark. You want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?”
Your bundle of nerves throbs under Eddie’s touch and you curse, hands weaving tight into his hair again. “Shit, Eddie, yeah- just like that…”
He dips back into the well of your neck with his teeth, keeps just the right amount of pressure on your clit, and that tension coiling in your lower stomach is just about to snap before you stop him with a hand around his wrist.
“Sorry,” you pant through the apology, forehead crushed to Eddie’s collarbone as you try and catch your breath. “Was about to come and I want you inside of me for that.”
“Jesus fucking christ.”
Eddie fumbles with his belt buckles as you giggle, chastising- “Hush and mind your manners, Munson. That’s blaspheming and we’re about to fuck in a church.”
“I’ll show you manners.” Eddie has his pants and briefs shoved to mid-thigh before you can draw breath to tell him off; one hand smears precum down the shaft of his ruddy cock as the other pushes your dress up and hooks your panties to the side.
You’re wet and worked up enough that he slides into the heat of you with ease, breath punching out with the way his cock completely fills you. When Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, you let out a keening whine and scrabble for purchase on his leather jacket.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it-” his voice is a dark rumble, each word punctuated with a snap of his hips, the squelch of your slick walls responding. “So wet for me. That’s my good girl. You like gettin’ off to being mine, huh, angel?”
You nod, head lolling against the window, and Eddie grins wicked even though you can’t see it. “Come on. Show me whose pussy this is.”
When his hand snakes between your bodies to press against your clit with his thumb, you come with a long, strained whimper, ankles crossing at the small of Eddie’s back to draw him closer while the velvet walls of your cunt spasm.
Eddie’s free hand shoots out to the supporting wood arch of the window for stability as he angles his hips up, longing for that glossy honey-eyed look you get sometimes: and there it is, your eyes half-lidded and brow pinched in pleasure as his cock hits against that gummy spot, the tremble of your thighs locked around his waist as your orgasm peaks.
Once he’s fucked you through the height of it, Eddie dips to bite at the taut muscle where your neck and shoulder meet, clamping down on the words threatening to flood out as his hips stutter. He comes hard, deep groan muffled into your neck, curses and praises spilling out in mindless babbling: “Fuck fuck, angel, that’s it, honey, shit, you’re so wet. All for me, huh, baby? Doin’ so good…”
He sags into your arms, pinning you to the window, chests heaving in tandem as you both catch your breath. You stroke a hand down his back, towards his ass, and then to the edge of his pants.
When he realizes that you’re trying to tuck him back into his clothes he whines at you, but you’re quick to shush him. “We’re cuttin’ it close with timing already, Eds. Help me out?”
Reluctantly, Eddie pulls away from the wet warmth of you to re-dress. Once his belt is in place he attends to you, helping shift the hem of your dress back down, rubbing his finger lightly under the skin of your eye where some mascara had smudged.
“I’ll double back for the keys and we’ll go home, ‘kay?” Eddie says, nose nudging into your cheek. “Wait here. You got some wicked marks and everyone will know we just fucked.”
“Pfft. No they won’t. Who would actually fuck in a church?” You push Eddie back playfully, hopping down from the sill with a wink. “You’ve gotta be sick to do that. Good thing my family believes you to be a perfect goody-two-shoes.”
Eddie stares as you make for the doors back to the courtyard, shrugging off his incredulity- “Eddie. It’s fine. So they’ll think we made out a bit. Who cares? Not me. And plus…” here you trail off and point, mischievous, Eddie’s eye’s following the line to his sock feet- “...you kinda have a no-shoes situation goin’ on. Gotta fix that.”
When you disappear through the doors, Eddie slams a palm to his chest, in awe- then feels the outline of the lighter in his inner pocket. With a practiced twist, he has it out and lit in a second, holding the flame to the wick of a votive candle.
“I don’t know how these candles work, exactly, or if atheists are allowed to…” Eddie clears his throat, glances over his shoulder to confirm you’re still out of earshot, then whispers above the flickering light: “Please let this be real life and not just some high-fueled fantasy because this is kind of huge for me. Okay thanks. Amen, or whatever.”
Eddie blows out the candle like it’s a birthday wish then hurries to catch up with you, sock feet silent against the wood floor as he calls out your name- “Slow down and have a heart, babe, I’ve got no grip!”
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Something of a spin on "Miraculous Classroom" idea of @princess-of-the-corner fame.
Summary:
When Carline helped Chloe smuggle Adrien into the school system, she also took the opportunity to... Tweak her class roster.
Only a little, just enough that she could finally have the time to focus on the students who needed more guidance, be it with work and education, illnesses or... attitude.
Unfortunately, her carefully laid plans come to naught when Marinette's cooler opens to reveal not a cake, but ten little gods intent n reclaiming their lost siblings.
& her students want to help them.
A Miraculous what if/AU, there are twelve Kwami, nine students, several early transfers and at least one responsible adult!
What If:
This elements are fairly self explanatory.
Fu, rather than combat Hawk Moth directly wanted to take the Kwami to a shrine or temple somewhere outside of Paris, to find new potential students and bearers to restart the order and then deal with Hawk Moth. However thanks to happenstance and a little magic from a few impatient Kwami, the cooler he was using to hide the box got swapped with Marinette's and then she revealed them to the class on accident.
&
Gabriel could not have been the one to put Adrien in the school system so I can only assume Chloe did something. In this case, she collaborated with Carline, who used the situation to finally get her "Troubled Teens" class idea off the floor. Though in exchange she gets all the exchange students.
& some transfers happened earlier, Marinette low key already knows ALya & Kagami & Lila are already here. Also the reason Sabrina isn't is cos Carline felt her issues were mostly in response to Chloe and that separating them would be healthiest. She is still dedicated to helping these kids!
Alternate Universe:
This has to do with world building more than anything.
Long story short, I found some of the later Kwami way over powered, or utterly useless and some of the older one's too one note. As a result I re-structured and combined different elements to make the twelve fundamental forces.
What's more they also came about in distinct eras. So Snake is technically the oldest, but its alongside Ladybug due to being a chicken & egg situation. Meanwhile Cat is "Younger" by microseconds.
Similarly, the next eras concepts also emerged at around the same time as they kind of relied on one another to exist or for an opposite, or to function.
After that however things get a bit more drawn out, with Horse predating its siblings, and Fox being elder than Peacock and Butterfly who are essentially the babies of the family.
Creation
Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune
Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time
Cat - Destruction & Misfortune
Post Creation
Tiger - Ignition & Havoc
Dragon - Storm & Power
Bee - Order & Subjugation
Early Life
Horse - Action & Migration
Turtle - Protection & Resilience
Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication
Animal Eras
Fox - Mirage & Materialization
Peacock - Emotion & Evocation
Butterfly - Transmissions & Transformation
As to why the Kwami did this, well, not all were in on it, it was mostly Sass, Trixx, Pollen & Roaar who were in on it. With Plagg endorsing once he knew while Tikki & the others are either neutral or less in favor.
Its basically a debate on doing it now or doing it the "proper" way but all have distinct motivations and some even just a general desire to have more freedom.
Here is how everyone partners up:
After the initial release, chaos and confusion, things break into several smaller factions. With Carline, a nervous & blaming herself Marinette, Sass & very irritated Tikki trying to bring order or at least sense. All while other interactions take place which people drift in and out of the conversations and exactly what is going on and why is explained and bonds are formed.
Marinette & Tikki partner cos both of them are getting stress migrains trying to understand/manage the situation and Alya's like, "Oh gosh she even gets stressed like you do, perfect match!"
Chloe gets Pollen because she slapped Plagg across the room after he mistook her jacket for cheese & was unafraid when he started going all "I am the god of destruction" on her. Such an impeccably strong will is the only one fitting for the Kwami of order & subjugation.
Adrien got Plagg by intervening to stop the fight & or murder by offering food: "Hey, uh I totally have some cheese with me, I was kind of just grabbing stuff at random in the cupboard this morning cos it was dark, so feel free to it." - Minutes later "Where do you put it all!?" - "In ma belly!!!!" So he's Plagg's fave by default.
Alya is so excited and eager to jump in and opinionated on the fact Kwami damn right deserve the chance to rescue their siblings when they want to and also can she have an interview please. That Trixx decides they like her vibes and the two start discussing mythic heroes and comic books.
Lila's boastful nature catches the attention of Kaalki who decides she would be a "suitable" bearer. Lil is already cooking up BS claims about having done vigilantism before, but living with Kaalki will be another matter.
Ways and Nino is mostly because Nino is the only one to really notice and try to check up on the turtle who seems really down about the whole situation and they share a chill vibe.
Rose & Mouse is basically them both going "Oh you are so cute" while Tiger assumes Juleka is a wild child cos of her goth aesthetic. At first she is disappointed but it turns out having a second identity lets Juleka go fuck wild so it works.
Dragon & Kagami is obvious cos family symbiology and her already having a sword & a proper manner of speaking which works with Longg's archaic manner.
Carline only end up agreeing to work with Sass because his powers can ensure the students don't die. "My power is to watch over you so you do not die."
Thus we have:
Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time
Carline
Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune
Marinette
Cat - Destruction & Misfortune
Adrien
Tiger - Ignition & Havoc
Juleka
Dragon - Storm & Power
Kagami
Bee - Order & Subjugation
Chloe
Horse - Action & Migration
Lila
Turtle - Protection & Resilience
Nino
Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication
Rose
Alya - Mirage & Materialization
The shifts in powers in some cases are not immense, though a few noteworthy are:
Tiger is more like creating explosions with imbalances in the universe. Mouse can multiply themself but also duplicate objects and creatures. Fox can make some illusions physical and place illusions in people's heads. Bee can sting objects and command them to obey via impose.
What's more, the powers are not one use only, strictly speaking.
What happens is that you can use lesser versions of the powers multiple times, or you can use the payload once.
So Chloe can for example sting five enemies and keep them all still for one minute at a time. Or she can sting one enemy and keep it still for five minutes. Lila can teleport herself around a great deal but portals tucker her out, ETC.
The basic sequence of events from meeting Kwami to super heroes, is mostly everyone getting just enough context. Sass conceding he should have consulted Tikki but standing by the decision to try and rescue their siblings- They are interrupted by thunderous roaring as an Akuma begins tearing up the streets of Paris.
Bustier: Class, no one and I mean no one is to try using magic, let alone revealing this or racing off into danger. Am I understood-
Akuma (Attacking a few blocks away)
Sass: I could literally feel that about to happen as you spoke.
The students break up into:
Team: "Has zero plan but wants to fight!"
Chloe, Kagami, Adrien, Alya, Rose. They are also enabled by Lila opening a portal.
Alya: Wooh, time to be a hero, Trixx Transform moi!
Chloe: I won't let anyone get ahead of me, or destroy Paris, Pollen, Transform moi!
Adrien: Hey wait for me, this sounds exciting and also I don't want you to die!
Kagami: A battle, heroic and wicked forces clashing? This is what I was born for!
Rose: Oh no, that monster is where the hospital is, Mullo, Transform Moi!
Team: "Does not want to do this but has to"
Marinette, Nino, Carline, Juleka & technically Lila as she wants to avoid danger.
Juleka: Girlfriend noooo (Trails after her)
Marinette: I can't let Alya die, or Chloe try to be a hero, she'll kill us all!
Nino: Ok several friends in danger now, guess I gotta do it.
Lila: Well, I have a little experience in these matters, maybe I can help us all along to save my new home?
Sass: My power would allow you to better ensure their safety.
Bustier: … Sass… Transfor moi. (Runs after them)
& that is basically the just of it!
Also thanks to @generalluxun for convincing me Trixx definitely belongs with Alya! Kaalki and Lila is too good a combo to pass up as well.
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Ok watched the new episodes, my quick thoughts: (spoiler)
I thought cake dropped the f bomb when she said “puck him up!” In the first few minutes. Sort of disappointed she didn’t tho, that’d be really funny
Episode one overall was really cute! Gave me big bee and puppy cat vibes
I like the relationship Fiona has with both Gary and Marshal. ALSO PEPPERMINT BUTLER WAS SUCH A JUMPSCARE IDK WHY
Also surprising: Hunter?? (Genderswapped human huntress wizard). It’s a different design than the one we see in the trailers! I’m not sure how to think of it yet but I could immediately sense the sort of pairing they are going for obviously with Fiona.
Lsp was lsp
Also the human lemongrabs haha
Intro theme was a banger??? Especially episode 2
Ok episode two: essentially a Simon torture porn episode like oh my god I am not kidding
He’s such a looser (sad)
Like give my man a break
I bet you could easily make a 20 minute compilation of every time Simon gets whacked in the head or punched or something, by the end of the series.
Also Simon and Marcy flashback. Gonna throw up now my heart won’t take it
He is going insane. Like his girl how cute 💕💕💕💕
Betty shrine
Choose goose but EVIL!! yes! This was hinted at in the “wizard city” episode of distant lands, and now he is back but filled with dark magic I guess.
Nothing happens with that little Fiona fangirl
FINN!!! He is very big but thr same the whole time, I am happy to see him back
Jake is dead :’(
Finn hangs out with TV now, interesting. TV even has a little tamagotchi
This episode REALLY earned the tv-14 rating. Lots of blood, but satisfying in a way. A beat up monster actually has visible injuries!!
Well also Simon his arm gets jacked up. Because it’s mandatory I guess
I have no idea what’s gonna happen to finns weird scratch, maybe nothing
Finn makes like at least two jokes about his balls and it’s so good. He’d totally be the person to think balls are funny
Huntress wizard is also mentioned in this episode too!! Not any appearances though. Finn does say he regularly meets with her though, and at the end of the episode even goes to “hang out” with her
Rebecca sugar song!!! I think!!!
OH YEAH WE GOT A BIT OF BUBBALINEEE. Nothing too important, just them having a goofy time and being happy :3
next: Simon summons god /j
Well, he does something to connect with golb, or at least his intentions. But choose goose messes up the chant by saying something about Fiona and cake.
Ok so THEORY: this summoning/portal ritual caused a portal to appear from Simon to Fiona’s world, like the chant eventually said. The portal itself (in Fiona’s universe) was specifically tied to ice, since that’s a point of simons identity. Well, the portal cake wen through was right near human ice queen, so I thought it was because ice queen was the Simon of Fiona’s universe. But cake doesn’t enter her, but just the ice in her ice cream cart. Hmmm,,,, not sure.
Ok I think that’s it for now!!
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Bumbling Adversaries
Blades of Light and Shadow
Pairing: Daenarya and Mal belong to the lovely Dani @lovealexhunt
741 words (teen – fluff)
A little birthday fic for the wonderful Dani @lovealexhunt. Happy birthday my dear friend!!! May this day bring you love, joy and laughter. You are a such a bright light in our little fandom and I am so very happy to have met you! I wish you all the best, today and always!
🩷🌺🌼
Your heartwarming stories of Mal and Daenarya are what pulled me into this fandom. I hope this little drabble makes you smile!
March Choices Prompt: I chose morning glory for your Mal and Daenarya as it represents affection, love, mortality (living life to the fullest). @choicesmonthlychallenge
In the newly merged realm, the Deadwood was slowly healing, a glorious spring defeating the long claws of death and decay, spreading new growth of maples, firs, leventrees and thousands of colourful flowers. Deep within stood an ancient temple predating the elven civilization. Its crumbling stone walls bore the weight of forgotten prayers and the echo of countless footsteps. The shrine was said to house a rune of boundless power, a fragment from the old gods.
The shrine had laid undisturbed for centuries until…
“RUN!!” Mal sprints out from the deeper recesses waving his arms wildly.
“Mal, what is it?” Daenarya looks around, alert, quickly scanning for the source of danger with a practiced eye.
Wordlessly, he grabs her hand and pulls her out and around the side of the dilapidated building, into a hidden alcove guarded by overhanging vines. He presses her to the stone wall, covering her protectively.
She can feel his heart beating wildly, clearly distressed by what he saw in the recesses of the temple.
Daenarya keeps a keen eye out for any threat even as she grows a little distracted by his warm body pressing against her. She snakes a hand up to gently pull his face towards her.
“Mal, what was it? Can we fight it off?”
He snaps out of his momentary panic and looks at her, suddenly a tad contrite, cheeks reddening.
“I... I stepped on a bees’ nest.”
Daenarya looks up at him, eyes wide.
“Bees?! That’s the big bad we’re hiding from?!”
She can’t help a small burst of laughter before his scandalized expression.
“Hey! See now, kit, these things have nasty stingers, and they were swarming angrily. I just saved us from a very unpleasant experience.”
She smirks, running her hands up his chest teasingly.
“Mal Volari, great adventurer and hero of the realm, fleeing from a swarm of ferocious, enraged bees.”
“Correction, protecting his beautiful lady and partner in adventures from said swarm of ferocious, enraged bees.”
“Ah, I see. I can already imagine the great ballads that will be written of your exploits, your magnificence. I’ll be sure to tell Kade all about it – I just know the patrons at Whitetower’s finest inns will delight in your heroics.”
“Go right ahead, kit. I’m quite confident I can spin whatever tale to my advantage.”
“I am glad to see your traumatic encounter hasn’t dented your ego.”
It’s Mal’s turn to grin, emboldened by her crystalline laughter and sparkling eyes. Gods she is beautiful. He still couldn’t believe his luck. That such a wonderful, smart, and brave woman truly wanted to share her life with him. She was his, and he was unconditionally hers.
He dips his head and captures her lips in a playful kiss, snaking his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
He kisses the corner of her lips, along her jaw, and whispers in her ear, "Daenarya, your laughter is my favorite melody."
Mal picks a bright purple morning glory from the hanging vines surrounding them and places it delicately in her hair, brushing a loose strand from her forehead.
Daenarya smiles at her handsome rogue, murmuring "how gallant," before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.
Time stands still as they kiss languidly under the fragrant flowers, the midday sun peaking through the vines warming them.
Eventually, Daenarya pulls away with a soft sigh.
“Alright your magnificence, we’d better head back in there, unless you want to tell Tyril a couple of angry bees kept us from retrieving the rune?”
“No way – I’d never hear the end of it!”
Mal steals one last heated kiss, a promise of more to come.
“To be continued, my beautiful Daenarya.”
Hand in hand, they step back inside the temple, ready to face any evils, their easy laughter sending out joyful echoes.
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Any cute taurian headcanons?
i have no idea how old this ask is because i am someone who is So shit at answering asks. that and i literally swear to god i did reply to this. BUT ANYWAY .
the year that yhs takes place in i really weird because they have gamecubes and the bee movie and shrek in theatres. but also iphones. but generally speaking i kinda place it in an late 2000's-early 2010s for VIBES.
they collect robot pets . they probably have all sorts of furbies and those furreal pets . and tomagatchi. Taurtis has accidentally killed..so.. so many Tomagatchi's. Grian gaslights him into thinking he hasn't. "What? No, this has always been the Tomagatchi we've had on this keychain. Maybe you're thinking of a different one?" etc so he doesnt feel bad
they, for obvious reasons, do NOT do halloween anymore. they turn off all the lights in the house, maybe put up a little pillowfort with flashlights and play on their phones talking to each other until all the festivities are over. the next day they buy discounted candy.
whenever they see something blue and red together, they either take a picture and send it to the other one saying "us", or just grab their arm and point to it.
they probably saw some of the girls ad school make kandi bracelets. and they learned how to do it. they probably dont wear them out too oftne, but they like to watch a show and make them together. they probably mostly make animal ones, like the lizards for each other. they hang them up around their room
date nights consist of going to the local drug store and diving into the discount bin of movies, and watching whatever they pull out
in evo they always just kinda..awkwardly ignore the taurtis shrine. sometimes they laugh at the sheer odditiy of it, though
they're very much rival dating. like they'll see each other and start a fight over something silly, and gradually forget about it and go on to have a normal and fun conversation. they'll walk around and chitchat and sight-see, and then they'll leave and the next time they see each other they do more of their "fighting".
they'll meet up in the middle of the night and sneak off to prank something, with Grian as the brains behind the operation. Taurtis is probably a distraction/on watch out.
the other evolutionists CANNOT tell What is up with them
#taurian#yhs grian#yhs taurtis#hermitship#<- for filtering#yandere high school#yhs#yhs mcrp#samgladiator supporters dni#yandere high school mcrp#evo smp#evo grian#evo taurtis#mika-posts
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My TotK experience and how it shaped my TotK shipping.
I'm writing this out because I got static on a random post for mentioning my headcanon, and I figure my own blog is a safe place to write it all down and get my experience in one place for better or worse. I'm a mutishipper by temprement, so you can and should ship what you like. Do not think by outlining my experience and thoughts I am trying to invalidate your own. Totk and BotW are both games with amazing emergent gameplay. The written narrative is only a fraction of the tale as you write your own version of events by what you choose to do and in what order you do it.
My wife is a huge Zelda fan. I enjoy the games, but she is the one who keeps them coming in. She's got a Triforce Engagement Pendant(try putting that on a ring!) we saw the Symphony of the Fates on our wedding night(and our first not-date years before) Zelda is a thing.
So I played BotW, and I played TotK. I enjoyed them both! At the end of BotW I was sure Zelink was a cute sure thing. I was happy! (My wife was frustrated Zelda didn't tell Link how she felt 😆)
Then we played TotK. Six years later, Zelda and Link are spelunking and boom the game yeets Zelda away. Couples-time, we barely knew ye. Now, both my wife and I play our own separate saves. We generally avoid spiling for each other, and we play quite differently. (In BotW I went right for the castle, found the basement, and ended up fighting the Stalnox that protected the Hylean Shield with 4 hearts. In TotK she mapped the entire underground early on)
My TotK experience began with me making a bee-line for Gerudo town after talking to Purrah/Robbie and exploring the castle a little. I liked the Gerudo plotline in BotW and wanted to see what was going down over there these days.
The Gerudo plotline is definitely fun (uh spoilers I guess?) Seeing Riju grown and trying to be a strong leader was awesome. (I have a headcanon she's still short because she met Link. She knew exactly how tall the strongest warrior in all of Hyrule was, and so why get any taller than that?)
I completed the temple, got my first sage power, and now several things converged.
1)Okay, so Riju's crush on Link in her Diary is cute. Not unique, everyone crushes on Link!
2)I decided to explore after completing this quest. Checking out the corners, completing my map, gaining some shrines, etc. This means I spent a lot of time with Riju as my only sage. We crossed Hyrule and back time and time again, checking on people, visiting old haunts, and fighting enemies way past my weapon's abilities thanks to her lighting.
3)Riju is the most interactive of the sage powers. Activate the power, and then you have to actually work with her to trigger it. It's not temperamental like Yunobo's either. Riju will hold ready for you for quite some time. It's also very versatile. Explode enemies, blow up mining points, and one of my favorites- Light the underdark. There's something deeply intimate about being surrounded by darkness with only your partner's power to light the way for you.
It made Riju one heck of a travel companion. Just having someone *anyone* along with Link, him not being alone, felt so good after being alone in BotW. The Warrior of Light and his Sage companion. Little tales wrote themselves, like an epic saga.
Still, Zelink was still a thing, right? Then You run into Link's old home in Hateno. It's changed, definitely. You find Zelda's lab. You find her Diary. -Now, here I know the Japanese version has a very different tone, but I didn't have that version so I only got the English- reading Zelda's words painted a picture of a close bond, but also not a classical 'ship' one. Combine this with some of the other tidbits and memories collected on the journey and it just painted a very different picture for me(and my wife) There may have been dialogs we missed too, it's a vast open world game, and this is a retelling of my playthrough, not a comprehensive thesis based on all the lore available on a wiki.
This Zelda, being Aro/Ace. Or at least if not, being so immersed in her work and duty that something like a traditional relationship isn't on the radar for her. She's got her Science. She's got her Kingdom. She's got her curiosity. These things Matter to her. A romantic relationship? Just didn't feel like it did.
Link is still the most important person in the world to her. He's her Knight. He's reliable, supportive, dedicated, brave. He's as vital to her as her own two hands. A respectful Link could easily be seen accepting this role. Zelda's vital to him too. He cares for her and will always be there. It's his duty, and his passion. The two are inseparable. They're just not a *couple*
So, where does this leave us? Link and Zelda will travel together always. Riju is Queen of the Gerudo and cannot just leave her people. She's also someone who my TotK Link spent time with (in my writer's brain the sage-mirages actually sent impressions back to the Sages in their dreams, and as time went by the link between the two could be two ways, like a form of active astral projection in a crisis)
So a RiLink relationship that is built on respect and trials together, but that understands the duties placed on both just seemed cute. He's still with Zelda, she's still with her people. She'll eventually end up with a hero's child, and the one male ever allowed into Gerudo town will be able to visit his future child and maybe even pave the way for a more open Gerudo society in the long run.
Zelda and Link are still constant companions day-to-day though. She's the Queen(eventually? Still princess?) he's her Knight. Their relationship is still built on respect and shared hardships(much like RiLink) They're just not an 'item'. They're liege and retainer.
I did the 'Wait how old is Riju?' thing as this was starting to come into focus, because she was young in BotW 😅 She's 17... I think? Fantasy setting, it seemed fine to ship. I mean, everyone thinks Mipha crushing on Link is adorable, and she saw him first when he was a little tot! 🤣
So, that's it really just kind of laying out my ship and why I think it's cute. I welcome any and all comments provided they're couched politiely.
#the legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#Link#Zelda#Riju#totk#headcanon#relatonships#emergent narrative gaming rules#tloz
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I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.
I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)
AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.
i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!
and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).
The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.
I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.
I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)
i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!
oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered
okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case
he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)
bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine
“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit
also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature
like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!
AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕
“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!
and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing
the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)
i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk
ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)
UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕
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Howdy! I love your art style and ideas about these silly guys <3
Do you have some headcanons about Bee Team or/and Steeljaw's Pack?
OMGGGGGGG thank you dude! I'm so thankful that you like my silly little au! I truly appreciate that and I'm glad that it made you happy even for a little while :DDD 💕💕💕
And I have few!
Thunderhoof is genius cook, he loves cooking and baking, but he always act with anger when someone tell him to do that "Do ya think that I'm ya god damn maid? I was mafia boss on cybertron! Cook for yourself!", ofc after that he also acta with anger and yells if someone did something wrong in kitchen, and it usually ends on it that Hoofy is making breakfast, lunches, dinners, etc. for all of them while saying "what do they think they're making me do? no one is helping me here...!"
Ofc Steeljaw need to deal with it whole time long, because he can't cook a shit and probably he would die if he cook for himself longer than 2 weeks.
Steeljaw is always saying "bloody hell" or "dear Elizabeth" (instead of dear Primus)
Also Underbite likes calling Fracture emo kid.
Fracture is listing Nirvana XDD
Steeljaw is making Clampdown from time to time his personal footrest. This is why he never told Steely that he is able to see his dead sister XDDD
And about team Bee...
Sideswipe has big problems with his hand writing, that is why whatever he wrote is unreadable (even sometimes for him too...)
Since Bee is haunted by OP's ghost, he is deeply scared that OP will show himself in really embarrassing moment for Bumblebee for example when he is laying pathetic in bed, watching Lucky Luke and eating kebab at 3am when nobody is in base... or having sex with Grimlock.
Sideswipe loves using human media like instagram or youtube, he's usually watching drag racing with Blurr when they are both on discord.
Drift loves christian looks of shrines, when he sees one near the street he immediately needs to make photos of it and rebuilt near their base.
Grimlock is allergic to cat fur and is very scared of those so called 'demons'. When cat will be near, not only will he panic, but the closer it gets, the more he will start to swell and redden, to the point when he will faint.
Sideswipe besides of his dashy looks and polished paint job, he also has natural talent for healing people. His talent was most awakened when the team ended up more and more injured after each fight, and they didn't have a medic on the team, so because of this big pressure he started to learning how to help his mates. Even if Danny and Fixit didn't let him help that much at the begging, sorry not sorry, it's red tampon, he once shoot himself in knees so it's pretty reasonable that they didn't trust him with some time they started to letting him help with small injures. :D
Fixit likes to collect things like figures, toys, etc. and when no one is in base with him he starts to play League of Legends or World of Warcraft XDDD He is also old bot, so he needs from time to time help with fixing himself and usually he asks for this Bee or Danny (he would also ask Drift, but he has too big fingers XDDD)
Strongarm gets pissed of every time when Bee tells the team that he has talk with Prime, because SHE wants to talk with his dad too and ask him one billion questions
Their talk looks like this:
"Optimus... just told me that-"
"WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME SIR?!?!"
One big happy family :DDD
#transformers#art#tf#tf rid15 human au#fanart#maccadam#au#human au#human#tf rid15#humanformers#transformers rid2015#tf rid 2015#rid15#transformers robots in disguise#robots in disguise#robots#fixit#bee#bumblebee#grimbee#grimlock x bumblebee#bumblebee x grimlock#grimlock#drift#strongarm#jetstorm#slipstream#sideswipe#sides
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Bedroom Shrine, June 2023
All bumblebees and the bright greens of early summer. (Finally get to use the little bee lights I acquired back in November last year.)
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🖊 + Maru!
Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!
Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!
Oh, Maru my beloved.
Maru "Maru-Maru" Maru is my character in Secret World Legends and my NPC (and eventual PC) for the Secret World ttrpg. They are the current OC im constantly rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken.
I had attempted to write a longer form comic for them and even finished a first chapter. Unfortunately, life got busy and started taking more spoons to other tasks and I am not able to dedicate the time and energy I want to the comic. And thats okay. In the year I have been cold, I have expanded upon the Maru-verse even further, and discovered even more interesting loops and details to incorporate. And I cannot wait to illustrate them one day.
So without further ado, please enjoy this extensive lore breakdown on Maru-Maru:
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Name Significance: Of course Maru is not their given name. Its partially a joke, partially an echo of a long-lost memory, partially a misheard role to fulfill, and their first grasp on their identity.
The name Maru firstly comes from my Exalted Zenith character. My partner and I wanted to name our bees after them, as a way to honor the fun we had with such a short campaign. Little did we know how smoothly Exalted and SWL can blend together- the transition from one age to the next, apocalypses rising, and powerful beings beyond comprehension changing Creation. The tone is certainly different though: an Exalted chronicle is uplifting and with epic heroes to save the world, whereas SWL is riddled with uncertainty about how long the collective will of reality can hold.
The SWL version of Maru can barely remember their previous incarnation, it's more like a weird dream than anything else. If they look to closely, the memory vanishes; like the people of the Third Age trying to grasp their memory of the Second, and their predecessors before them. The golden light within them feels different, yet can still vanquish monsters with their touch, and aid people plagued by nightmares seeping through cracks in reality.
A more recent discovery has played nicely into my friends headcanons and names of their characters. SWL Maru was discovered by experienced agents of names Inanna and Ninshubur in Kingsmouth. While the name Maru is not a Sumerian/Assyrian deity, Mamu is. There is not a lot written about Mamu. They are most notable for being a god of dreams and having both male and female depictions. We love a lil gender fuckery in the pantheon. There was temple built in Imgur-Enlil (modern Balawat) to them. Dreams were not seen as depictions of the subconscious (thanks Freud) but rather true portents of the future. This is all over the epic of Gilgamesh as a literary device to keep that long ass story going. Regardless, the Assyrian King who had dreams of Inanna vanquishing his enemies felt the portents were significant enough to build that temple to the messenger: Mamu. Additionally, there are oodles of accounts of death-dreams and glimpses into other worlds (namely the Underworld) across several sites, whether its recorded dreams from priests and priestesses- or more Enki myths.
And this is what Maru does- even by accident. They catch glimpses into the other worlds, talk to other versions of themselves to relay messages and warnings, and make sure Inanna and Ninshubur are aware of whatever weird shit is out there. In the SWL ttrpg, I intend to have Maru explore this role to fulfill more, as a messenger and a dreamer. Funnily enough, the surname I gave Maru is 夢宮: Yumemiya, which can translate to Yume: dream, and Miya: a shrine, or place for gods. Don't you love it when the narrative falls into place like that? (But in truth, I borrowed the surname from Kanae Yumemiya, an actress who portrayed Usagi in a Sailor Moon Live production...)
Lastly on name significance, we have the japanese translation that Maru means ◯, and is literally a circle. Depending on the characters used to spell Maru, it can also mean truth, and expanded to mean a complete unending cycle. Putting two ◯◯ together is like censoring a name or word, similarly to how $#%&#! is used in English. In a way, Maru-Maru is saying their name is Redacted, or blankety blank or So-and-so. This was incredibly hilarious in the SWL game when QBL labels the player a terrorist after climbing Orochi Tower. Ah yes, you've definitely found the ringleader who set off the Tokyo bomb: It was ◯◯! Excellent journalism, QBL, no notes.
But in truth, its a clever and funny way to hide themself. Searching Maru on google is gonna get you a stardew valley villager and a cute, chubby cat youtube sensation. And they like it that way.
So whether it's Maru, Mamu, Redacted, ◯◯, or some other weird fifth thing, they'll always be that one odd baby bee who reaches across dimensions to keep reality running just a little longer. They won't have to face the end alone, in fact, its statistically improbable.
And if you survive. If you are still you. Think on the questions. Remember when you were a bright little thing, so full of questions?
THE LIFE CYCLE:
Time is a funny thing when dealing with several versions of the same individual. The smallest changes completely alter a course of events. Many Marus recall gaining their bee not long after the Tokyo Filth bomb around 2012, and being swept up by whichever agency got to them first. Many recall their parents working tirelessly at their jobs at the Orochi Group. They learned how to cook for themself at a young age because Mom and Dad wouldn't be home til late. Many recall the first time they heard the buzzing static was as young as 6, following the sweet whispers through a soon-to-be park and a newly planted flowering tree. There are a few that never receive a bee, or receive their power through other means. These timelines are the strangest ones.
A riddle to kill a sphinx: What's one, then three, and then one again? Wait- that's not how it goes...
The Lumie, Templar, and Dragon Maru all share the same origin. Depending on where an outsider glances, the three realities are so close, they are nearly one. Nearly. They grew up in Kaidan with their parents. They did attend the Orochi-sponsored schools and attended several programs, but flew right under the radar for "gifted abilities" that Orochi was seeking. Little Maru was aware of whispers in tv static, rattles in old pipes, the shrieks of summer cicadas Evangelion style. As a young child, they marched to the beat of their own drum, ignoring or indulging the whispered warnings as they saw fit. The dreams were harder to ignore, but when they told their parents about the big scary monsters that couldn't get out- it was written off as their overly active imagination. After all, they had failed an aptitude test to get into the nearby elementary school near their work. Its uncertain whether or not Maru's parents knew what that test was truly analyzing- and whether or not they were relieved to see they failed. Decent Orochi employees have excellent poker faces.
Sometimes one is born special. Sometimes specialness is genetically modified into one. Not every child is equal.
As they grew older, the supernatural continued to burrow into their eardrums. Maru was an average student, but occasionally received top marks on answers whispered to them. They earned a reputation for being a little bit of a tech whiz, and had an observant eye for finding errors in codes. Not really a "super power" but troubleshooting tech is an immensely useful skill. Maru was exceptional at the ol' percussive maintenance with old printers, punchcards, and fax machines. When things went to digital interfaces, Maru found the tried and true "have you tried turning it off and back on again," to be a real winner.
When they didn't want to hear the whispers, they'd make use of bulky, noise-cancelling headphones. Maru would often be seen wearing them outside of class and in their home, enjoying the peace and quiet. Maybe the headphones were a placebo. It only worked because they believed it worked. However, at night, their mind would be plagued with vivid dreams and even louder whispers and messages. Headphones can't keep hide the noise if its already in their head. Frustratingly, they'd always wake up and immediately forget what they dreamt. This was their normal. Caffeine to keep themself up during the day, wear headphones to keep out the messages, and TV to drown out the static at night.
And there wasn't really anyone to talk about it with. Last time some Orochi kid fessed up to their weird dreams and whispers, he'd definitely vanished. Teachers said the student moved away, but Maru knew his parents still worked in Faust upper management. Another girl said she could hear thoughts before you could finish thinking them. Maru thought that one was bullshit- but she disappeared too. Lesson learned. Keep the static to yourself.
Don't fear It. Fear Nothing. Fear the Foundation. It's no wonder; they say once you hit four, it's all downhill from here.
When it came time to apply for highschool, a few of their peers found this "Clubhouse" and despite its messaging, were blabbermouths about it. Maru always felt uneasy about the place. If there were whispers saying they had nothing to fear, they didn't trust it. They couldn't believe the claims that were coming from this place. Free drinks? Can play games as long as you want? You can be yourself without any fear? Maru especially didn't trust the last one. None of their classmates knew how they felt wearing the girls uniform. None of them knew how exhausting it was to shut out the whispers, keep the eyes on them sated with just the right expectations, and then complete their coursework on top of it all. Maru absolutely did not want to "perform" there either.
Upon finishing highschool, Maru was presented with an opportunity. They'd complete a university comp-sci degree and then immediately dive into a job at the company. Orochi is not devoid of nepotism. At first, this seemed ideal. They'd attend university in New York, and take their summer internships with the American branch of Orochi. Should everything go well, which... it was going to go well that was the expectation... they'd be looking at a substantial salary and generous benefits while working in the Tower.
America was loud. America is loud. But the sheer volume of everything drowned out the buzzing whispers. They still needed the headphones to drown out the rest of the noise though. They could focus a lot more on themself outside of the Orochi bubble, even if their presence was just a few streets away.
Maru figured out a lot about themself in the four years at Uni, especially the gender thing. They enjoyed building weird robots and programming them to do silly things- in addition to their assigned tasks. They enjoyed the few college parties they attended. They even had a steady, long term relationship with a classmate named Caesura (nods back to Exalted). As graduation loomed, they dreaded going back home. They realized how much time they spent alone and really did not want to go back to that solitude at Orochi. So they avoided it. They delayed their graduation by a year and a half by swapping majors, making absurd connections and promises with subdivisions of Faust and Anansi, and prolonging which classes they needed to graduate.
What was the cause of all this, sweetling? Where is the zero point?
Everything changed sometime in 2012. Maru couldn't get anyone on the phone back home when the bomb went off. Even the work lines in Faust were gunked up. They have zero clue if a letter they wrote made it through security and into Orochi's headquarters. Caesura had also vanished. (Unbeknownst at the time, the man was abducted by the Dragon. In most timelines, he does analog calculations for the faction, figuring out where pieces need to move rather than doing field work himself). And then they get their bee, freak out and wreck their apartment, get nabbed by one of the big three, and then get sent out to Kingsmouth.
Things start to break and differ sometime after this for our Red, Blue, and Green iterations of Maru. They all admit to being unaware of their prowess for chaos magic before meeting two other big bees: Ninshubur and Inanna. It was Ninshubur who gifted the confused baby bee a chaos focus, and Inanna gifted a them an empowering gadget. Receiving these items are one of the more prominent cracks on the flickering timelines on the Reality Engine.
Though the most prominent tears in their time are when the Dreamers made themselves known to Maru. The first, a gift. The second, worship. The third, freedom.
Templar!Maru, believes they were tricked by the gift. They swear they would have never have listened to the bubbling voices, but deep down they know that they fell for their sweet words. Whenever the Dreamers approached them, they were certain to make sure they'd never be fooled twice. Their choices are marked with unbound Blue wings.
Dragon!Maru had already begun developing their philosophy on the cyclic end of the world: however messy and destructive it was going to be, whatever was going to rise out of the ashes was going to be just as magnificent. Decay is a form of life. They morbidly want to see what the world will look like at the end, but have to be strong enough to make it there. Accepting the gift, begrudgingly worshipping, and freeing the Dreaming Ones is all part of their dream. Their wings drip with filth. Unease sits in their stomach, they do not know if they'll get their wish.
Lastly, Lumie!Maru was keen on not listening to more voices in their heads. They are the only iteration to refuse the gift. Their wings gleam gold. What is done cannot be undone, and they loathe that their defiance to one set of voices is obedience to another.
Go ahead, glance back. Don't sweat it, sweetling. You won't turn to salt and you can't make yourself impossible. History will conserve itself. The continuities will hold.
Again, time is funny when dealing with several iterations of the same individual. The slightest changes make immense impacts on their lives. There are Maru's who graduated on time. There are Maru's who never left Kaidan. These individuals work with Orochi, whether they want to or not. There are Maru's who's last memory is the filth exploding from within that guy's jacket. There are Maru's still sleeping. There are Maru's who joined the Council of Venice, there are Maru's who hacked the Swarm's game back, and fled their factions. There are Maru's who want nothing to do with the secret world and just want a peaceful goddamn life with their wife and accounting job. There's a Maru who is just really into boats...
But they are all connected, tethered to one another. Like a rat king on reality, fated to meet and tangle.
FUN and STRANGE DETAILS:
BLOODY VALENTINES: Uta, the rabbit killer in Kaidan, is three separate individuals who used to inhabit the same body. Lilith is responsible for splitting her like a worm and separating the sibling souls into new bodies. Maru is an anomaly: they are physical duplicates of the same individual existing simultaneously. Both Maru and Uta fight with unprecedented coordination, switching aggro and balancing their buffs between the three of them. The showdown at the top of Orochi tower was certainly a spectacle... And a vocabulary lesson for swears in several languages. Some agents have noticed the similarities between Maru and Uta, but Maru is quick to squash any speculations. This is not because the two actually know each other, but more Maru does not want anyone to know their Orochi background if they can help it.
The buzzing on Uta reveals some interesting clues about Maru and their existence. Uta was not plagued with insanity but rather hypersanity for the new age- and with new software there are bound to be bugs. While Maru didn't absorb their twin in the womb or was misdiagnosed with schizophrenia; Maru was also sensitive to whispers just outside reality. And so were other children born around the same time. Maybe Maru and that generation of kids got the patched version.
A LUCID DREAM: The Black Signal, or John, tells the Chuck's who will listen that he's no longer singular, he is plural- but remembers what it was like being a sole individual. To Maru, this is so old news. In fact, Maru loves to snark back at him saying that he is not special and they're plural too. There are many Maru's. The Black Signal doesn't really tend to listen to this. Maru may be many, but Maru is still meat. If they would hatch, then they'd have a new conversation. Again, Maru disregards this, and says they've spent enough time being an egg.
They don't want to think too hard about what it means to have "hatched." They know John's not talking about them being nonbinary. Maru is an adept and experienced enough chaos user at this point to recognize when a timeline is too different for them to safely pull on. There's a phantom pain in their outreached hands and fingers when they try to go too far. They are aware that there are some selves they used to be able to call upon and cannot anymore. Something about them has changed. They are aware they can become "out of sync" with their doppelgangers or even be "out of phase," and get stuck somewhere overlapping two or more timelines. But to not be able to call themself at all is terrifying. If only they had the ability to glance at all it all from the outside ... oh.
At least, Maru can't do this consciously. Some versions of Maru have swapped places with their doppelgangers in their sleep or had rude awakenings of being pried from bed to be used as a meat-shield for another. While dreaming, they can go anywhere- so long as they don't forget how to wake up. These ones don't know how close they get to bleeding out of reality.
MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICES:
In my SWL playthrough, I of course ran into a whole bunch of bugs and glitches. And I love them. But, there were times that it made the game do absolutely weird things- which provides some very fun stories to weave into the glitch. The most notable was at the Second Choice in the City of the Sun God. At this point, my partner had played ahead and was almost through Translylvania when I had finally defeated Aten. He knew there was an Ultimate Move behind the choices and spoiled a little (with my permission). I didn't know what "Blue Wings" meant but I understood to get them I would need to, against my better judgement, listen to the Dreamer's at least once. So after defeating Aten and being greeted by the Filth bird saying "hey you should do the worship emote" I then obliged and typed /worship.
And the game crashed. No worries- this happened all the time for me. My laptop would get obscenely hot running this game and would shut itself down so it wouldn't fry itself. Upon reloading, I had to do the Aten fight again but found myself having trouble with some of the UI interface. Reloadui did not solve the issue, and I found myself in front of the Filth bird again. I typed /worship and Maru did nothing. I opened the emote tab, and clicked, and Maru would do nothing. In fact, all of my emotes were not functioning- except the dances.
I laughed as I watched Maru dance and devour tacos in front of the Dreamer, not knowing how frustrating it must have been for the cosmic entity to watch some small, nascent angelic thought just proceed to do anything but what it requested. How much longer? Out of frustration, I eventually attacked the creature, triggering the next cutscene. The Dreamer's were angry, and I laughed and laughed.
Now the strangest thing is in game play, Maru sometimes has golden wings. I have had friends say they see blue wings and I will see gold on my screen. I've also had the opposite. In all cutscenes, they are blue. Considering the overlapping timelines, it seems like Lumie!Maru's almost choice bleeds through onto their timeline sometimes.
INITIATE THE D20 SYSTEM:
I have been very fortunate to be the storyteller for some very avid fans of the Secret World and have presented an alternative timeline to the world they know and love. Maru of course, is no exception to this. Everyone is operating with different times and circumstances. Eventually, I will get the chance to play Maru in the game. But for now, Maru has only made one appearance: to Olivia, the newest bee of the group. Of course, Olivia has zero idea what implications she has encountered by merely interacting with this version of Maru, untethered to their doppelgangers. The TTRPG timeline is indeed one of the strangest.
Thank you for reading this absurdly long OC lore post, I have spent easily 3 week writing and editing and rewriting and adding. I hope you enjoyed and it sparks some fun thoughts about SWL and maybe a lil Exalted. As a treat.
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You asked for more Kat asks and I think a while back you said you expected more religious horniness, so my question is: how would Kat react to an Io who is just fully into worshipping her, like the only reason Io hasn't built a shrine and prays to it daily is because they haven't received her divine permission yet
kind of a tricky one, actually. kat exists in a weird limbo where she's entirely surrounded in religion but she almost doesn't believe in it. and i don't mean believe as in putting stock in it - I mean not believing in it like I don't believe in ghosts
so Kat would see a 'worshiping' kind of relationship as a game. it's just roleplay, and she'd be shocked to learn Io was taking it seriously at all. She'd definitely go along with it, though. for funsies. she's got no problem with someone being completely and totally obsessed with her, whatever shape it might take, but it's all theater to her (irony not intended)
probably not the answer you were looking for but Kat's such an odd little nut. i want to shake her like a jar of bees
#i used to think ira was the delusional one but somehow kat's circumnavigated the globe and come back around the other side#ask#sentience if#kat
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today i have parried:
* bees, twice
* like a dozen rocks a bokoblin kept throwing at me
* three decayed guardian lasers
* one shrine guardian laser (those little buggers are *tricky* because they don't use the same timing cue as the big guardians -- you have to allow for the laser's travel time because it's functionally a projectile)
i keep forgetting flurry rush is a thing that exists. part of the point of this playthrough is to become much better at flurry rushes because you cannot beat tears of the kingdom without them, and that game has an advanced scaling system where the enemies get stronger faster if you are successfully doing flurry rushes and so forth, so i certainly do not want to practice them in that game (which has already kicked my ass a lot, it feels *much* harder than botw).
...aaaand then i tried to practice flurrying a blue boko and got killed. first death! luckily i am cautious and save approximately every ten steps (holdover from when i was running mass effect 3 on a laptop so underpowered it would crash to desktop every time there was a lens flare) so death doesn't lose me much. i still find it annoying though
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also for reference! the first 5 versions planned for Valley of Plenty are:
1.0: Valley of Plenty
1.1: [Unnamed Desert & Painting Update]
1.2: Tideworn (Oceans & Magic Update)
1.3: Hellfire (Nether Update)
1.4: Tropical Turmoil (Jungles & Slimes Update)
I'd be worried about scope creep, but I've actually already got huuuuuuuge swathes ov each ov these done already, just like, thanks to my previous work.
I've already talked at length about 1.0, I'm doing some overworld overhaul things (new stone types, new worldgen), making all flowers placed like pink petals, and implementing the core ov a new progression system. I'd also like to add my new "Shrines" system, but we'll see; it should be pretty simple to set up, though! Hopefully. Just a new way to acquire potion effects, really, sorta like a limited use natural beacon. You touch it, get the effect, can see what effect is offered now, and then you can't acquire another Shrine effect for an hour. All things considered, this release is at around 85% done.
For 1.1, I'm adding in a few new desert types, consolidating sand into a consistent block family with 8 different sand types, adding in new End blocks, a ton ov new glazed terracotta options, some secret stuff, more paintings, and tapestries (sort ov like if carpet blocks had the placement ov glow lichen). Also a revamp to desert temples. This is the update I've done the least work on, but I'm still actually pretty far in development on. Maybe 60%.
For 1.2, I'm... well, redoing the magic system! New enchants, new potion effects, new potion brewing system, new enchanting system. Also new dimension, some secret stuff, some new structures in Mountains biomes, a new villager type, a new illager type, POSSIBLY artifacts, a new boss, and a new stone and sand type. New ocean monument type, too, and possibly seafaring villager types. This was the last update I was working on for my server, and had spent years working on the ideas for, so I've actually got a decent amount ov it done. Maybe 45%?
For 1.3, I'm adding a few new nether biomes, the new Heart of the Nether armour item, a lot ov unique new nether drops (sinew replacing string dropped by striders for instance), and some more variation to Piglins (similar to villagers, just new biome-based skins). Also revamped nether fortresses, bastions, and a few other little things here n there. I've done the most work on this, since I had already done this update for my server (to a lesser extent), so it's maybe 75%-85% done.
For 1.4, I'm adding two new bosses, 3 new tropical biomes, a few new slime types, a few new slime block type blocks, a new mount, new interactions between slimes & bees, a new jungle structure, revamped jungle temples, and some secret stuff. This is an update that I actually was going to release as a datapack, so it's also.... mostly? done, just need to port it over like the other ones, so maybeeee like also around 70% done.
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bee, homie, i am swallowing up my fear and anxiety sending this off anon but may i request a little something with ei and yae with a lesser god of luck reader because we stan women in this household and yes ✨💖
YESSSS !!!!! this is Such a good matchup meknows 🤭 how does it feel having the Biggest Brain... this got a little long i am Sorry .... however i also stan women in this household
i feel like i've been too productive lately ... it is time to take a nap for five hundred years
➻ ei and yae and a minor god of luck partner
content warnings: none
➻ while the fickle nature of luck and the unchanging truth of eternity may seem to be incompatible with each other, it is known all throughout the land of inazuma the way EI favours you above most. perhaps it's the image of her emblem dangling from the obi of your kimono, or the not-so-uncommon sight of the raiden shogun strolling the streets of inazuma with you.
➻ aside from your seemingly contrary natures, there's also the tiny little issue that, to many inazumans, neither the raiden shogun nor ei herself seem to believe in luck. she seems very much the type to grab fate by the reins, no? in everything from the way she carries herself to the commanding voice in which she addresses her people, it appears that there just isn't any room for luck to fill in the gaps — but the many times she's had you behind her to bid her fair fortune, she always finds that she can always stand just a little taller.
➻ (after all, there's always a certain face she wears that only you get to see, the sweet upturn of her lips and the smoothened crease between her brows at the sound of your voice.)
➻ believe it or not, ei values your advice as much as she does yae's — whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, though, is as turbulent as the wind... ("ei, a little birdie told me that you'll have extra good luck if you skip the dango milk today!") you may not be an archon as she is, and your domain may be one of the more fickle ones, but you've been around for a long time, too.
➻ if nothing else, she finds herself valuing the simple gift of your companionship above all — in everything from your eternal presence by her side, to the feeling of the good luck charm you had given her so long ago, ever tucked close to her heart.
➻ for as long as she's known you, YAE had never felt the need to draw a fortune slip — why would she, after all, when she had a good luck charm of her own to hold in her arms whenever she wished? she'll watch you draw fortune slips, though you of all people would never need to, and should you ever turn to her to join you, she'll simply shake her head with a little smile, grazing a finger over your cheek before pressing a kiss to it — for luck, she'll always say.
➻ that being said, she's a lot more thick-faced than ei about keeping you around all the time. so long as you don't have anything else to do or anywhere else to be, she always insists just how important it is that you stay at the shrine — with her — because, well, you wouldn't want all of inazuma to be cursed with great misfortune for the coming year, no?
➻ it's always said in jest, but yae is hard to refuse no matter the circumstances. she would absolutely detest being without you for so long doing such boring things... surely you aren't so cruel a lover as to leave her alone, are you? as much as she jokes about it (you just look so cute when you're flustered like that, after all!), her smile seems far more genuine whenever she sees you walking up those stone steps to the shrine.
➻ she always claims that her days tend to go a little more smoothly when she's with you — her workload a little lighter, her novels far more interesting, your hand in hers and a plate of good food before you both. of course, whether you're actually exercising your powers, or whether she's just pulled a few strings with her (and your) schedule, she'll always welcome you with a sly little smile, crooning about how pleasant a coincidence it is. though — no matter how strong your power may be over the little twists and turns of fate, there seems to be something almost inevitable in the way she says, "welcome home, dear. what took you so long?"
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#raiden ei x reader#raiden shogun x reader#yae x reader#bee writes
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Beings I feel you could do for the breeding event.
-Bee guy/girl who needs to cum like right now and you're the only person around, after begging you, you accept. Filling you with its cum. Could be an ovipositor, could just be cum.
-one of those fox spirits. The kind with tails and fox ears, but start as a normal fox. Like trying to find a place to relax and find a shrine, where a cute fox comes in and demands pets. Once you give it enough, poof, it's a human(almost). They thank you for the love, and if they could return the favor. -aggressive wasp person, who pins you on the ground, and kisses you with lips covered with wasp honey(which is pumped full of aphradics). Very aggressive fucking.
-a human. Like just a normal human. They're here as a joke and also cause I mean, I feel the anons here would love to fuck the chinera you are becoming. Or maybe to be fucked idk. Maybe you leave them with a little present for their hard work~
Fox spirit
I've wandered back into the more lush forest, away from the phoenix's lair. But now, that feeling of something watching me is ... hanging heavy overhead. Turning my head, slowly, I see the first whisper of a glowing blue flame - a flicker that fades away. Drifting, fascinated, in that direction, there are more - foxfires, I've heard them called. It takes very little for the kitsune to draw me in, slick and changed as I am, my own wings a red glow against her blue.
And she moves around me, fascinated, tails twining and twitching, brushing oddly cool over my scaled tail... and when she leans in to kiss me, I melt into her grip. It takes so little for her to have me on my back, spreading my lips with her hot cock, sliding into me, strangely unlike anything I've ever felt, pointed and twitching - her belly fur brushing against my sweaty, slick skin...
She's surprisingly gentle compared to some of the other creature's I've encountered, but I never doubt her power as she breeds me. Pulse after pulse of cum filling me, over and over, the hours slipping by, the spirit apparently indefatigable... and it feels good, as my belly presses out against hers, packed with foxcum...
When she's done, she draws back, a quick kiss on my lips - and then she's no longer leaning over me, but is a dark fox with blue flickers on her tail, and vanishes into the night. I lay in the little enclave, on soft grass, rubbing a hand over my belly and letting the contented pleasure settle into me.
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