#bee talks to people

[badacts]

thinking about tfc instead of studying and i shall jumble down my thoughts on the new book and why i probs won't read it:

a) my entry into fandom as one of the first to write fic (there were less than 50 tfc fics on ao3 when i wrote touchstone which is buck wild) was triggered by 50% enjoyment of the characters and 50% the thought I could do better. whether or not this was true when i was 23 doesn't matter and is in retrospect pretty funny but still.

b) i was a fucked up 23 year old and my involvement in the fandom back then was tied up in my mental health being a total dumpster fire to the point where the two main features of 2016 and 2017 for me were aftg and being super depressed. and i just don't wanna go back there tbh. it's very tangled up in my head and i don't love it.

c) totally undeveloped characters from ten+ years ago that have been widely explored by fandom including me are always going to be weird to read canon stuff about after this much time. i didn't like the extra content for that reason (and also that the author was needlessly into increasingly violent untagged stuff that kept popping up on my dash despite my best goddamned efforts) and i feel the same way about a new book.

anyway this is my very public diary and opinion and y'all can do what you want ofc but i will probs continue to live in peace and judiciously blacklist the tags

#tfc #bee talks to people

[windkonig]

when people say "ok but x bug has no benefit to nature" I bet they can't even name 5 facts about the bug they're shitting on. so how could they Possibly know what its function is in the environment and if it's "useless" or not

wasps being the perfect example, I still get people saying "oh bees are cute and pollinate :) yay. but WASPS ARE EVIL and they don't contribute ANYTHING!!!" and it's like buddy. wasps pollinate too. they also control spider populations. they do a lot of great valuable things. but even if they didn't, they're still worthy of being here. I see SO much hatred toward wasps and I wish people would try to learn a little more about them.

I'm mainly talking about paper wasps here because these are common ones we run into in daily life and most commonly deemed "aggressive". but wasps have body language. and if you learn to read this language and learn how to properly act around them, things will go a lot better for you! wasps can be curious creatures and they may come up to observe you, especially if you're wearing something brightly colored. this can be startling for sure, but my best advice is to just be still, DO NOT SWAT or wave your arms. try to just back away or sidestep so it loses interest and leaves. swatting is just gonna make them feel as if they are being attacked and increase your chances of being stung.

many stings happen due to unfortunate but accidental circumstances. unknowingly getting too close to a nest, stepping on a wasp on accident, one getting stuck in clothing, etc. I got stung once while gardening, went to pull a weed and the wasp was on it, so I grabbed her without knowing and she stung me because she was scared. this doesn't mean "oh wasps are AGGRESSIVE and EVIL" it means you stumbled into an unfortunate situation where the wasps felt threatened and defensive. instead of being like "FUCK all wasps" go forward trying to learn about common nesting areas, be wary of holes in the ground, wear gloves while gardening, and if you do have to be around a nest, try not to make a lot of noise. if the nest absolutely needs removed, call a professional.

#michaelpost #bugs #insects #wasps #another bug rant post but this time i dont think people are ready to hear it #I see MORE hate lately toward wasps than I see toward spiders #and its very annoying bc wasps are an extremely diverse group of insects and have many functions and benefits #it sucks badly to see bees get adored but wasps get shit talked

[thebusylilbee]

martin scorsese not only acknowledging the bit but also playing along with it is the most satisfying ending this whole Goncharov madness could have gotten. im gonna remember these last few days of blogging with a lot of fondness

#goncharov #im sure a few people will keep posting about it but the site wide craze has calmed down now #it was short but beautiful #bee tries to talk #martin scorsese #***

[themosttenderestofbees]

had a dream that wayneradiotv released a new spamton toy commercial advertising a toy that was like. a spamton puppet made of felt and clothing hangers that you had to bend if you wanted to move him. every time the toys limbs were bent it would make the sound of wayne groaning in pain. there was a segment in the commercial that involved the spamton puppet slowly walking across the screen in dead silence broken only by his moans of agony that lasted like a full 2 minutes

#spamton #deltarune #utdr #wayneradiotv #tagging because i NEED people to know abt this it was VISCERAL #bee talk

[tubbytarchia]

Just saw this Jimmy skin for the first time from back when he could still experience joy and whimsy and uh yeah I can't blame anyone for having any parental instincts towards him (looks at myself and my moots and Doc)

#could not help myself. Bee onesie Jimmy.... He's so cute #my friend liveblogged their watch of this series and apparently even then people were making fun of him pretty relentlessly lol #smajor and others were so meaannn guh. Calling him the worst and killing him and talking about killing him. it stretches back far huh #but it was different at least... He was still a bit joyful... but in retrospect it hurts a lot lol. My poor son!!! #jimmy solidarity #tubby art #Being Jimmy is suffering... #one of these days he will pop off though. I trust him #also Martyn was there at least. Sigh Martyn and Jimmy... The joy and whimsy of the old days... #And some other guy we didnt know who very kindly got Jimmy's items back to him after he died once #this is what the Jimmy pipeline does. Him getting shown the slightest kindness is unfortunately noteworthy #Sorry from the LEGACY SMP! idk why I neglected to mention it for those who are wondering whoops

[theminecraftbee]

Grian comes to again, flat on his back, and groans. Distantly, he hears Scar yelling an apology. It’s hard to tell if Scar had accidentally dropped sand, accidentally kicked one of the dragon eggs currently littering their bases (causing it to fall), or had missed concrete somewhere and caused that to drop, but the apology, this time, was at least sincere, so he’s fairly certain Scar didn’t intentionally knock Grian out. Doesn’t mean Grian hadn’t been knocked on his ass by, what, a pavlovian reaction to sand? But it means Scar hadn’t been intentionally exploiting it.

He’s rubbing his head when he hears them chittering distantly. He looks up, and then he Looks up, just to make sure he’s not imagining it, and… yep, they’re there. The Watchers. They’re busy happily chittering about the fact that Grian passes out when any block falls to the ground. Of course they are. He wonders if this is their fault. Probably not; Watchers may be annoying, but they can’t see the future, so it’s not like they’d have known about the egg thing ahead of time. No, they’re probably just amused at his suffering.

Joke’s on them. This is mostly just going to make cleaning up slower. And they’re going to have to deal with that too, on account of the fact Grian can’t do much else until it’s done.

He’s trying to hit another egg with a piston when he hears, distantly, “shoot, the beach!”, realizes what has happened, and then he’s waking up on the ground again. He stares at the sky for a moment.

“Trust Scar with sand, I thought. He terraforms all the time, I thought. He won’t keep messing me up with it, I thought.” He groans.

The chittering of the Watchers gets louder. He hears a lot of ‘Scar’ and ‘sand’ and ‘he can’t bear it’ and. Great. Grian’s pretty sure he knows what comment is coming next—

you’ve never left that desert.

“So this is your fault!” he says, accusingly. “Why! All it’s done is make my life more confusing!”

Indistinct noises. At one point, when Grian had been more one of them than he is now, he had been able to tell all of the voices apart easily. Now, the Watchers are somewhere between the wall of incomprehensible, horrible sound that they are to mortals and normal voices. He has to strain to pick out anything overly specific. He supposes if he chose to go all Watcher again he’d be able to tell what they’re saying, but frankly, they’re all annoying, so why would he bother? Better to stick to things as they are.

He messages Scar: If you drop sand one more time I am going to figure out how to add more dragon eggs to your base.

Scar messages back: its an accideet

Grian responds one more time: lol. accideet.

He takes a moment before standing up to check around himself. Scar does seem to have moved on from whatever he’d been doing with terraforming to keep dropping gravity blocks, so it’s probably safe to stand without passing out again. What had he been doing? Right. Eggs. Piston.

you never left that desert, Grian hears again from the wall of noise.

“Right. That’s me. Never left,” Grian says. Honestly.

can’t stand the sight of scar and sand.

“You know you guys are reaching, right?” Grian says.

never left—

“I would if you’d let me!” snaps Grian.

Indistinct chittering. Deep breaths. He’s fine. He's apparently developed sand-based epilepsy or something, and is trying to find the solution to that, but. Fine. He’s fine. It’s not like arguing with Watchers is ever actually worth it. They never change their mind. The thing is that they tend to think they know exactly how he works, and no matter how much he tries to refute their baseless assumptions, they still have a picture in their head, and they still keep working off of it.

A strange shudder runs down his back.

you never left that desert.

“Look, it’s not that I’m not over it,” Grian says. “I’m actually pretty over it. I’ve been over it since Last Life, really, even if none of you believe me.” He puts another egg in his inventory. “Scar’s my friend and he’s a weird guy and I like him, but it’s not like I’m not over that stupid game. Wouldn’t keep playing it if I weren’t over it, would I?”

Indistinct chittering about tragedy and deserts and dramatic final suicides and, look, Grian is good at telling stories. That’s the whole point. That’s why these guys won’t leave him alone. But sometimes, he swears…

“So you know, I would have left the desert by now. It’s just that you all haven’t. So guess who’s still stuck here? Believe me, it’s not me who’s not over it. If you wanted me out of the desert, you could let me leave any time you’d l—”

He has a second’s warning before he’s on the ground, dizzy, hoping he hasn’t gotten a concussion. He glances down at his communicator.

Mumbo says: that was me this time my bad

Shakily, Grian types: you have 10 seconds. start running.

The chittering gets more distant. Grian gets up. He checks to make sure his wings are on. He goes to light a rocket, but not before shouting: “Scar, if you do anything with gravity blocks while I am actively flying I will kill you dead!”

“Have fun buddy!” Scar shouts back. Grian’s not sure Scar actually heard a word he said. Well, hopefully there will be no sand falling from his hands while he goes to murder Mumbo, then. If there is, Grian’s—well, Grian’s going to have a broken bone at that rate, but he’s recovered from far worse falls. Some of those have even been Scar’s fault, by some measure or another.

He Looks back up at the mass he knows are the Watchers. “If this is you all’s fault because you never seem to have gotten over the whole desert thing, I’ll find a way to, I don’t know. Inconvenience you greatly. Not sure what I’ll do, but I’ll figure it out.”

The chittering gets way more fond, then. Pleased. They want him to do that. Can’t even threaten the assholes properly, they like it. Honestly, Grian doesn’t know why he bothers. It’s not like they’ll listen. No matter how many times he says he’s over it, it’s not like they’ll listen.

(Sometimes, he hates that he’s so good at stories.)

Right then. Time to wreak havoc on his friends for exploiting his very exploitable weakness, then. This sword’s got sharpness on it, right?

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(originally written for @hermitcraftguesstheauthorevent, and posted on ao3 here; now that it's revealed, i figured i'd go ahead and post it here, since it really matches the cadence of one of my tumblr things more than an ao3-only fic. enjoy!)

#hermitcraft #grian #the watchers #desert duo #KIND OF? i think this COUNTS? #a bee fic #anyway guess the author was cool! thank you so much <3 #wrote this like immediately after the falling sand stuff came out as a musing on some of the ways people were talking abotu it #you know how it is. sometimes you've gotta metacommentary.

[thatoneguyletoturnedintoafrog]

I think this speaks for itself tbh but I would like to add that I have absolutely no idea how to draw bees

#sherlock holmes #john watson #acd holmes #acd sherlock holmes #my artwork #I think that people should talk more about the fact that Holmes canonically takes care of bees when he retires

[renae-the-turtle]

Art for my fanfic, Charmy and the Dad Talk; I did the drawing and line art, and @alcadanon did the colours using alcohol markers!

Link to the fic here:

#sonic the hedgehog #team chaotix #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #fanart #fanfiction #i wrote and posted this fic months ago and should have posted this art here then #but i got sucked into a new fandom literally the day after i posted the final chaptef #you can even see a reference to said new fandom in the background #because i finished the art a couple days after the final chapter went up #if you spot it then good job #anyway i need to also edit the fanfic to add a link to here #cuz ao3 is terrible with pictures #so some people havent seen the art yet #charmy & the dad talk #tagging the fic title cuz idk. why not #team chaotix are family

[honeybeefae]

Okay so I wasn’t going to address this but it’s really gotten to me and weighing heavy on my heart.

TW: Talks of Rape

Earlier today I got a bunch of notifications all at once about this account that claimed I was simping for a rapist, a rape apologist, and other nasty things from an account I do not know. They were commenting under all of my eris fics and seeing it was very disturbing, hurtful, and just 100% not true.

Some people take fiction to far to start with but in defense of Eris, which I feel like is ridiculous that I have to do, he never raped anyone. Mor was SA but it was done in the Hewn City. Again, I feel silly I’m actually having to clarify this because

1.) Never happened but

2.) IT IS A WORK OF A FICTION. HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.

I am a victim of SA. I know what it’s like and to claim that about me when you know nothing is vile. It’s low and has made me feel like shit all day and I hate, I hate that it got to me like this but it has. I’m calling you out publicly, whoever you are, because I want you to know that words truly do affect people no matter how much protection you feel you have behind a screen.

I have no idea why you targeted me, why you said the things you did, but I truly hope you learn from this and grow as a person. I hope whatever hurt you’re feeling that you had to come at me in this way and say such awful things gets healed and you become a better person.

To the rest of you, thank you for reading my fics and being there for me. This community is amazing and I am thankful for each and every one of you.

❤️ 🍯🐝🧚🏻‍♀️

#bee talks #I won’t be publicly naming this person unless other people have had a problem with them #and if so please let me know #they are blocked and all comments deleted but I felt like this needed to be said #thank you guys ❤️

[silverpsychedelic]

Some various Cades, a Queenie and an unnamed Dreepy

#Pokemon #Cade's Manor #Hes usually too busy doing stuff around the manor and hasn't been on a date ever #he isn't sure how romance works anymore #So when he meets someone that makes his heart fuckin stop he becomes as confident as a wet paper bag #And then Queenie has to help teach him how to talk to people #I also think all the young Pokemon in the manor gravitate towards him because hes such a big warm presence #theyre showing him their crayon drawings #the last picture he eated a bees #absolute grape of a man #Dusknoir #Caduceus #Scolipede #Queenie #Dreepy #ghost types #silverpsychedelic

[badacts]

completely understand ur latest post about tfc and feel free not to answer this! but i am just wondering if you’ll ever put switchblade back up? totally fine if you don’t, but it was one of my favourite fics and meant a lot to me and i still think about it whenever i think about tfc. i actually reread it a year ago haha and it was so good it still held up to all my memories of it. just wanted to let u know 🩷

that's really sweet but honestly i haven't really thought about it that much. it means a lot to me too but it's also been a source of some pretty bad fandom rage, and i still have a sour taste in my mouth over it that i haven't lost just yet so idk

also i never realised it was such a thing to message authors if one of their fics is taken down? i had more messages since hiding it than i had in the previous like 2 years preceding it, including from a lot of people who don't even follow me, and somehow i feel weird about that too. not you specifically anon (clearly you follow me to see my thrilling posts), just the general collection of messages and asks.

a reminder also that there is a full podfic of switchblade that's still available (it is user locked fyi)

#bee talks to people #a switchblade is my preferred weapon #my fic

[bumblingest-bee]

happy autism acceptance month to the kid in the wikipedia photo stacking cans of beans. our ambassador to the nations..

#bee posts nonsense #if you're wondering where bean can kid is now (bc of course you are) his name is quinn he's 24 and is living his best autistic life #though his bean-stacking days are no more according to his mom #(who uploaded the wikipedia photo years ago and recently gave an update when she saw people on twitter talking about it)

[beesinspades]

something something ace people often being told they're not human for not experiencing sexual attraction and/or not wanting sex, something something vash seeing his sex-averse asexuality as yet another thing that makes him even more different from humans than he already is because of it

#trigun #vash the stampede #asexual #acephobia #internalized acephobia #bee talks #ace vash tag #when i was writing hualian i was very much doing so with 'xl is super duper comfortable with being ace' in mind at all times #but vash............yeah no i don't think he'd be #anyway i just like thinking that when he pretends to be asleep to avoid having sex #and thinks the attention/kisses (?) were already more than he deserved / wonders if he regrets it at least a little bit (98 anime) #it's a combination of his self-loathing (both in general and about his scars) and his asexuality #i've seen people sometimes going 'it's not about not wanting sex it's about his self-loathing' #well i say it's both. it can be both. #disclaimer these are obviously headcanons~ #canon ace in my heart though!!! #anyway that's why personally i like writing my wolfwood allo even though I like him acespec too #i need whoever vash's partner is to be allo but still tell him it's okay #but also obviously he needs ace human friends

[homocrafting]

do you ever think about whatever the hell is going on with Impulse and Etho in the life series. like what is up with that

imagine you're ethoslab and you're playing this new death game for the first time. people are making alliances, and there's a war brewing- you know what side you're on. You're with the King, you are one of his men, and you live in a wool castle with your ally, the closest to you if only due to physical proximity. he doesn't come home a lot, but that's fine. You're still close.

Then the castle burns, more than once, and you really should have expected that. With time you'll start seeing burning houses as a sign, maybe a metaphor, but not now. You aren't yet aware of your penchant for bases susceptible to fire. You're more worried about your things.

Then the war hits, and you're not sure when, but you realize this guy- the one who was on your side, the one who lived with you- has turned on you. Is it turning on you if he was never on your side at all? But you thought you were friends, so it kind of hurts when he's the one who takes your last life.

The second time you do this he's not your friend at all- he chose the south, and that's alright with you. Your team is, frankly, the best. You have a best friend who might be something more, and though you have no castle, he helps you build a snow fort. Things are good. Then they aren't so good anymore, but you make them good again, even if at the expense of your other teammates. To you he matters more, so you keep him close.

You don't think of him much, the guy who betrayed you and killed you. Maybe you should have, but you have better this time.

Until he helps spawn that wither, and then it all comes crashing down, and in the end you choose being a survivor over being a friend. In the end, you can't give your life to a dead man. In a way, he killed you again.

The third time you don't quite believe it when your best friend is soulbound to him. Your best friend says they're happily married; you ask him if he's sure, he says of course he's sure, and that's how he takes you best friend from you twice.

You're not sad with your soulbound- it's a new experience, you never talked to him much before. This time your ally is the one who builds a base. No one wastes any time in pointing out how flammable it is. You both know it will burn soon enough.

But when it does you burn the whole world down with it, and in the end you both team up with your best friend and the one who killed you in more ways than one. You think he's happy, though. You kind of wish he weren't.

They betray you again. The portal's trapped, it couldn't have been anyone but them. It feels fitting, that you burn too. It's the third time he takes your life.

(If you asked he would tell you it wasn't them- your best friend would tell you they would never, and you'd believe the latter but not the former. You never ask.)

The two of you are there for the fourth round, too. By now you know how these games work. You ally with the people you were with when you truly first met your best friend, except this time he isn't there.

This time, you look at him- at the man who's killed you twice, now- and he looks back. You know he's not sorry. You aren't either.

He asks you about your cows, if you want to combine forces. You aren't fully sure what it means when you accept it, this feeling you get, but it doesn't feel wrong when you're allies. You know what he is- he's one to play from all sides, he's a traitor, he's your ally, he's the one with the backup plan, he's the reason you've died so many times. He's resourceful, he's smart, he's tricky, he's the type to pretend he's less than he is.

You can never fully trust him, but vaguely, you know he doesn't want that. You cheer for him, when he's the last of your team standing.

You aren't sure what to think of him, when you see him in the fifth game, but you know and he knows, so you guess it's fine.

#impulsesv #impulse #etho #ethoslab #trafficblr #life series #ecstra explosions #I FORGOT MY GODDAMN WRITING TAG #uhhhh. fuck it new one #ecstra content #that'll do. proabably #anyway this got a littls out of hand I had Not meant to make it dramatix but I think that one Bee fic with cleo and etho changed my brain- #-chemistry so you get this! I guess! #not sure if it's read more worthy but I hate clogging dashes so #anyway I find it crazy no one talks about them. like girl what. how are you not seeing all this #shoutout to The People for being my most based friend ever and also thinking about them

[thebusylilbee]

please look at this beautiful book I got for 2 euros it's from 1975 and it's called "The passion of birds" it makes me very happy :'-)

#birds #books #bee tries to talk #it's heartwarming to know that people around the world have loved birds in all ages #***

[theminecraftbee]

can i request three somehow forced into a fake dating situation

Three stares directly into Martyn’s eyes. They are blue and of an average size. It feels as though maybe this should be against the rules, but according to the book it had read, this was… normal. A normal thing to do on a date. Look deeply into someone’s eyes. It would not be suspicious at all, even though Three isn’t really sure how to look more or less deeply into anyone’s eyes at all. Eyes are not flat, but even when Three Looks, it isn’t as though there is anything interesting in there.

Martyn is sweating somewhat. He looks away first.

Three’s pretty sure this counts as a victory, especially given Martyn can’t see Three’s face behind the mask anyway. It is good Three has now won the game of ‘staring lovingly into its date’s eyes’, because that had been a strange, threatening mortal ritual. It would rather not do that again.

“Haha, thanks again for agreeing to this date,” Martyn says, very suspiciously looking around the small cafe in a bustling semi-private Origins server. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to hang out like this. Gods, do I sound stupid.”

“You do,” Three says.

“You don’t have to answer those,” Martyn says.

“Will comply,” Three says.

“Oh, for the love of—we’re on a date. A date!” Here, Martyn winks obnoxiously. “It’s not a mission.” He winks obnoxiously again. “Besides, you should lighten up!”

“Will comply,” Three says.

“You know, I had forgotten how obnoxious that was,” Martyn says cheerfully. “Anyway, I should order us some drinks! Have some conversation! Keep an eye out around us, yeah, for our waiter?”

“You are not very subtle,” Three says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Martyn says. “Besides, honestly? I am really glad to just hang out with you. Because we’re dating! On this server for fancy couples. Yep.”

The problem is, of course, that a fancy origins server is a great place for the strangest of people to hide.

When Martyn had asked a favor, Three had been… uncertain. This was not because Three doesn’t care for Martyn—it does, greatly—or because Three didn’t want to see Martyn—they’d met up a few times before now, tentative and quiet and frustrated and all the things that were hard to explain, and then in all the ways they were okay again—but because Martyn, for all Three cares for him, is still an idiot.

Three is its own handler, now. It does not have to follow handlers that are morons. It had told Martyn this. When Martyn had stopped wheezing, he’d explained that it’d be fun. Not Listener business, he promised; he still hadn’t quite gotten out, but he wouldn’t drag Three in, Scout’s honor.

(Three believes him. It’s never been that Three doesn’t trust him.)

It was a friend of Martyn’s that had gone missing. Apparently, on some fancy modded server? And now, Martyn wanted Three to come help him do some recon because, quote, “Jimmy laughed at me until he cried and that hurt me a little bit, not going to lie, and I’ve used up the favors Ren owes me, and Oli was busy. Have you met Oli? You’d like Oli.”

(Three did not like Oli.)

Three agreed, despite its better judgement. The reason it thought this may be a poor plan was because—

“Ah, the lovely Valentines,” the waiter says. He gives them a plate of lovely heart-shaped calamari. Three wonders if they had belonged to heart-shaped squid. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s wonderful here with my beloved!” Martyn says.

The waiter and Martyn both look at Three. Three doesn’t say anything and sits perfectly still.

“Um,” the waiter says.

“It’s for a health condition,” Martyn says, which technically isn’t a lie.

“Very well, sirs, although it may get in the way of the kissing competition!”

Martyn, who had just started sipping some wine, chokes on it.

“I will win the kissing competition,” Three says.

Martyn chokes harder.

“I will see you to it!” the waiter says. “And of course, our patented species comparability exam is the highlight of the evening.”

“Oh. I am not sure I can produce viable offspring,” Three says.

The waiter stares at Three. Three stares back, although not into the waiter’s eyes, as to not cause any confusion. The mask somewhat prevents that from working, though.

“Very well then,” the waiter says. “I suppose just—do you need help?”

“It knows what it’s doing,” Martyn hisses.

“I did do research before coming here,” Three says.

“I’ll just head on,” the waiter says, in a tone that suggests to Three that maybe it did not do enough research before agreeing to help Martyn.

Oh well.

At least the mask means it doesn’t have to keep a straight face as it picks Martyn off the ground and, completely flat in tone, says: “Do not die. I would be sad if you died of something as stupid as choking on wine.”

“I asked for this,” Martyn says.

“Yes,” Three says. “You did. That is why I am here.”

(Beneath the table, it grabs Martyn’s hand. Martyn squeezes Three’s hand back. It had missed him, though. For all they do not see each other often—)

(Well. It had missed him, though.)

#answered #ask game #strifetxt #solving counting sheep talk #a bee fic #not going to fandom tag this one because frankly scs always confuses me on whether it’d be rude to ;-; #anyway lei your brain is so huge. this is such an inherently funny concept. #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #I MEAN. NO THIS ONE IS PLATONIC ACTUALLY BUT I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THOSE TAGS BLOCKED WOULDNT WANNA SEE THIS #so I am BEING POLITE. #anyway I love solving counting sheep I should write side stories for it #I still periodically rotate three in my head like a rotisserie chicken. #THIS IS VERY STUPID BTW. #set nebulously A. Few? years after canon #up to you to decide EXACTLY win but it’s implied here some rats and some third life equivalent happened #so do with that as you will idk if that’s canon in my head but since its post fic canon who cares