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goldenamaranthe-blog · 4 months
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Skin to Skin: Baby and the Bees
One week after Yang and Ruby brought an orphaned baby Faunus back to their safehouse in Vacuo.
Baby: (completely flush and shivering, lethargic, and whimpering)
Blake: Mom, I'm really starting to worry about her. Is there anything we can do?
Kali: Unfortunately, babies can't have most pharmaceutical medications, and I've already tried every holistic remedy I know.
Yang: So, there's literally nothing we can do?
Blake: (strokes the baby's cheek)
Kali: (watches as the baby wiggles her head weakly, almost like she's trying to keep the hand on her face) ....I have an idea, and honestly I'm a little upset I didn't think of it sooner. Some mother I am.
Blake & Yang: What is it?!
Kali: Blake, dear, take off your shirt, please?
Blake: (blinks with a blush) Excuse you?
Kali: Take off your shirt.
Blake: .........You take off your shirt.
Kali: Dear, I don't think Yang would appreciate seeing her future mother-in-law topless.
Yang: (covers her eyes as a steaming red blush colors her entire face) Kali!
Blake: Mom! Y-Yang and I haven't even- W-We haven't-
Kali: Had sex? I'm honestly surprised by that. But, that's besides the point! This is to help the baby. Now (claps her hands) chop-chop! Off with the shirt!
Blake: (whining) Why???
Kali: Just trust the process, dear.
Blake: (groans) Fine! (takes off her shirt and stands awkwardly) Now what?
Yang: (eyes unconsciously zero in on Blake's almost naked torso)
Kali: Bra too.
Blake: MOM!!!
Yang: If this is how I die, I day a happy woman.
Blake: (gulps and slowly takes off her bra, quickly covering her breasts after dropping the garment) There! Now, what?! Are you going to tell me I need to lose my pants next???
Yang: (slowly sitting down to keep from fainting)
Kali: Hardly, that would be cruel. (picks up the baby, unwraps her from her swaddle blanket, and removes her clothes so she's in her diaper before gently pushing her into Blake's arms) Hold her against your breasts, dear. She needs skin to skin contact. Head up, good. Now, cradle the baby scrunch. Perfect.
Blake: (holding the baby tenderly against her chest as Kali tucks the blanket back around the baby) W-What now?
Kali: Just flash your aura a little bit, dear. Not too much. She won't be able to handle too much at once. She's still little.
Blake: Okay... (gently flashes her aura, causing the baby's own, bright orange aura to flash momentarily)
Baby: (stops whimpering and slowly nuzzles into Blake's chest with a little coo)
Blake:
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Yang: (in complete aw) Is... Is she better?
Kali: She should be fine now, but keep the skin to skin up. (sighs) I cannot believe I forgot about the kangaroo hold. What kind of mother and grandmother am I?
Yang: (stands up and wraps a second blanket around Blake's shoulders) How are you doing?
Blake: I'm fine. It's just that... (glances at the sleeping baby pressed against her chest) This is a different feeling than I've had all week. I don't really know how to describe it.
Yang: Good or bad?
Blake: Good. (kisses Yang's cheek) Definitely good.
Link to Original Baby and the Bees
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bumblingest-bee · 2 months
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jurassic park has a good philosophical message but unfortunately the only thing i ever take away from watching jurassic park is "god i wish i could go to jurassic park." like yeah it's a blatantly obvious don't create the torment nexus scenario, but this torment nexus has DINOSAURS.
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rariatoo · 9 months
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darkstalkers art
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hoziercriespower · 24 days
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You're #TooSweet for me 🐝
❝ I'm of bee keeping age now. ❞
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ghouljams · 6 months
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Mmm regency!Konig... Bee has a fiance, and is forced to follow him wherever he goes, but she always sees in the corner of her eye Konig in the shadows of pillers, behind trees, he's watching her- and she likes it. She's so board and feels so trapped, that when she sees her mystery man, who looks at her like she's hung the stars in the sky and her Fiance like the scum of the earth.
Oh yesyesyesyesyesyesyes OK coupled with another anon that asked about regency König being, well, an Austrian King?
Not a shadow, a presence. A massive, powerful, presence that no one can ignore. Since he's a visiting royal König would of course be introduced at the first major ball of the season, he'd be the guest of honor at the most important and influential parties. Your fiance makes it a point to introduce himself to König, he's got dreams of international business and a king is a big fish. You're used to him passing over you, used to not being introduced, to being ignored, but König's eyes hold you in place. They burn with a barely concealed fury that you have yet to be introduced to him. He holds up a hand to stop your fiance's blathering and bows his head to you. A king! Bowing to you! You drop into a low curtsy and he offers a hand to help you up, leans down to press his lips against your knuckles. Your fiance makes a hasty introduction, but you hardly hear it.
König's eyes hold you with every promise that your fiance has never made to you. Every warmth and pleasure, respect you never would have dreamed of. "If you were mine," they seem to say, "I would never let you forget it." You and your fiance are hurried away so he can greet the next guest, your fiance muttering about how he's sure König had been interested in his business proposal. You hum, and look over your shoulder to find him watching you. In fact every time you look around for König he's watching you. It's like he can't stop, doesn't want to stop. It burns in your stomach, you try to move more elegantly, tip your head prettily. Your fiance hardly notices, but you suspect König does.
And oh, he does. He can't help but notice every twitch, every movement, every centimeter of you. You're fiance is either an idiot or a pile of shit made sentient not to know what he has following him around. You're like an angel. Your smile, your laugh, your poise(and lack of it, he smiles watching you step on your fiance's toes dancing), you're captivating. König has always gotten what he wants, he is king after all, and what he wants is you. He won't leave until he has you. You'll be married by the end of the season, but not to that fucker standing next to you, oh no. You'll be marrying König, you just don't know it yet.
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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated
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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month
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Okay I really see Punk! Miguel as such a father
Dad!Punk Miguel: *looks at their daughter with Pastel!Reader* Why is my little naughty girl crying?
Their daughter: A boy from class is insulting me! Dad! Punk! Miguel: Honey, remember, if a boy offends you, hit him in the face with a shovel! Their daughter: Dad, I'm a girl.... Dad! Punk Miguel: You can take the pink one.
Punk Dad!Miguel is all fury when he sees his little girl in tears. Her cute pink overalls dirtied and her usual braid, matted and a wreck in loose curls.
He kneels in front of her and asks softly what happened. Through sobs, she babbles the encounter of a group of boys that had insulted her—questioned her right to play with the boys when her Papi told her she could no matter what!
Unfortunately for her little body and mind, they resulted in pushing her and tugging on her braid to tease her. She cried and it only escalated the moment further.
Punk Dad!Miguel puts his hands on his baby’s little shoulder and with a serious look he tells her, “Mija, when someone hits you, you hit back. Especially if it’s a boy. Maybe even with something hard like a shovel.”
You try to stop your husband from encouraging her. “Miggy, my love—maybe we shouldn’t teach her things like that?” You didn’t like how they tormented your baby, but a shovel? C’mon.
“But…I’m just a girl.” She whines bringing her chubby noodle arms to show her limited strength since she’s a child.
Punk Dad!Miguel hums in thought, taking in her dilemma seriously.
“Then use one of those plastic shovels that are in the sandbox at recess.”
“Miguel!”
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theminecraftbee · 10 months
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It's Mumbo who approaches Doc. His suit is askew, and he's loosened his tie, which is generally a very bad sign. Mumbo, for all he's a very poorly put-together person, normally leaves his clothes well put-together unless things have somehow gone very wrong indeed.
"Tell me, Doc," Mumbo says. "After the whole Easter Egg thing that I heard about--"
"I was very normal, comparatively!" Doc protests. "I was very, very normal!"
Mumbo pauses. "You know, I left town, so I can't dispute that."
Doc nods vigorously. "You can't dispute it at all. And, eh, Ren, if you're going to yell about him, he didn't have any eggs. He was briefly False's pet dog, though. I think it, eh, traumatized him."
Mumbo looks faintly dizzy. "Right. That. How did we solve that again?"
"That was all Cleo and Jevin," Doc says. "I know Cub has some of the surviving remnants in his museum. Why do you ask? Oh no, don't tell me you secretly still have one of the babies! What if it's lost and alone?"
"No, no, nothing like that! It's just that you dropped several thousand dragon eggs on Grian's base, is all."
Doc smirks. "A cunning revenge--"
"You covered Grian's base. In eggs," Mumbo says, very slowly, as though Doc might be particularly stupid. Doc stares back.
"Yeah. It's karmic revenge for the chickens," Doc says back, equally slowly.
"Doc I wasn't there but remind me how Grian reacted last time to the eggs," Mumbo says.
Doc thinks about it for a moment.
Doc's eyes widen.
"Mumbo, please tell me Grian is not--"
"The good news is that I think the server would crash if they hatched," Mumbo says mildly. "The bad news is that I'm his neighbor, and I very much want to kill you now."
"You're joking," Doc says, struck suddenly with the vision of what it would be like to live next to a Grian who is attempting to get broody over thousands of dragon eggs at once.
"Die," Mumbo says, and pulls out an end crystal. Doc doesn't even move. He deserves this one.
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msexcelfractal · 7 months
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I used to believe that bugs were little robots. Lots of people do, it’s the prevailing opinion next to “i’ve never thought about it”. Then I watched a mother wasp mourn her child. An animal who stretched after a nap and did little dances when her daughters returned from flight. Now she is opening her fourth capped hexagon and finding a pale white stillborn. She grasps the baby gently in her jaws and does not put it down for over 24 hours. Carries her loss, pacing back and forth the length of her enclosure. It is not the behavior of a robot.
So I think about the prior odds. Scenario A, bugs are robots. Why do I believe that? Because they are so tiny. Because if they are not robots then my world [where “insect exterminator” is a job title and I can buy a can of mass death at home depot] does not make sense. They must be insignificant.
The wasp makes me reconsider. Scenario B: her kind are like mine. cry when we are sad and happy when we play. Has this feature evolved many times? Or is it common to all the children of the precambrian worm? Every shark in the ocean swimming in their own feelings. Every bird and every cat knowing the thrill of being alive? The wasp made me realize that my whole moral picture is wrong. We’re not alone on this planet,
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Music Box Theory
The king in heaven…
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(Bee’s father, somewhere in space)
The witch in slumber…
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(Violet, still sleeping)
The princess lost in the woods…
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(Bee, left behind on Earth)
The prince left alone…
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(Cardamon, left all alone and scared)
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a-spacecadet · 1 year
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A pair of young detectives-to-be investigate this strange buzzing sound that mysteriously keeps following them…unaware that a little bee is trying to play hide and seek with them…
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 9 months
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You Can Do This!: Baby and the Bees
Kali: (trying to get Ghira to hold the new grandbaby) Come on, Ghira. She's the size of your hand. You'll be fine.
Ghira: (sitting on a chair) Exactly! She's the size of my hand! I'm going to crush her!
Blake: (sighs) Dad-
Yang: Hold on, Blake. I got this. (struts over to Ghira) Sir?
Ghira: Hm?
Yang: (slaps Ghira like chump who owes her money)
Blake & Kali: (shock)
Ghira: What in the world?!
Yang: Are you telling me that the biggest, baddest, chieftain of Menagerie is too afraid to hold a baby?!
Ghira: What?
Yang: (grabs Ghira's hands and waves them through the air while occasionally making him slap himself) These hands have fought countless battles! *slap* These hands have held your wife tenderly through passion filled nights! *slap*
Kali: Yeah, they have~
Blake: Mom!
Yang: These hands held your own daughter as a child and have only ever shown family love and affection! *slap* Are you saying you can't control these hands?!
Ghira: No!
Yang: Are you going to tell your granddaughter when she grows up that you were too afraid to hold her?!
Ghira: No!!!
Yang: Are you going to disappoint your daughter by denying her the heartfelt memory of seeing her father holding her baby?!
Ghira: NO!!! (leaps from his chair and struts over to Kali) Give me the child!
Kali: (hands over the baby)
Ghira: (takes the baby tenderly and returns to the chair like an absolute king - tears streaming down his face) She's so light.....
Yang: (tearing up with Ghira) I know! Isn't she?
Blake: .........I'm surprised that worked.
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paint-baby · 3 months
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Ya ever attempt a sticker design and go overboard?....
I think I might have to redo this one if I'm going to make it an actual sticker, BUT I might slap some stars on the back and make this into a print? It's SO cute and I fussed over it for so long it feels like such a waste to just let it molder in my computer files :')
Let me know what you think I should do with this lil x-ray Bee.
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rozecrest · 2 years
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if you get pregnant just to secure a place in the home of your true enemy so you can constantly throw yourself on them physically and homoerotically fight them you are no longer rivals you are just gay
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Dream works either makes low tier trash or a masterpiece defining a generation. There is no in between.
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nataszaluiz · 20 days
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Wedding Eslipse.
Ps: There was supposed to be Daddy Long Legs still talking in the background, but I have no idea what the priest says during the wedding. If anyone wants to tell me or help me, I will be grateful ^^
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