#Bio-Bean

[grox-empire]

Despite appearances, Beans are shockingly affective predators.

[riding-the-sunset-bird]

Happy Birthday to Cho's co-creator, @lineith! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Here is our bean abusing her power~

[moongothic]

Do you have any thoughts on Dadan as Luffy's mother's figure? Anytime the topic of Luffy's "BIO" mom comes up in discussions the fandom LOVE to use the excuse well "We won't ever see Luffy's mother because Dadan already fits that role. Listen I love Dadan's character but some people are putting her on the pedestal like she is the best mother of all time, when she was literally taken by gunpoint by garp's to take care of Luffy NOT to raise him but to make sure he doesn't die. (literally the bare minimum)

Now I remember back in 2008 a fan asked Oda about Luffy's bio mom and if she would ever appear in the series and he gave the description of Luffy's bio mother she would be mean, strict, middle-aged, and not the girly type (and then starts talking about Robin who has strong ties to crocodile) and I think the question was to describe the ideal characteristics of Luffy's bio mom. Dandan just happens to fit that archetype that Oda was talking about but a fem crocodile would also fit that description like a T as well especially if the question was about Luffy's bio mom.

So if Luffy can have two dads then why can't he have two moms. Well past tense he "Used" to have two moms. I also find it hilarious how Dadan and Crocodile are both heavy Chainsmokers, Mean, and look very manly. Do you think I'm reaching with this?

Okay this had been bothering me for a while because I could not actually find this "comment from Oda" in the SBS, and because there's so many "Oda said this" and "Oda said that"s that I was starting to believe the "Oda's description of Luffy's mom is just Dadan" was just another case of Fandom Mandela Effect

But after some digging around, I did find the actual source for the original comment; it's from an AMERICAN Shounen Jump Q&A with Oda, from the 2009 December issue. This Reddit post has all the questions Oda answered, but here's the relevant one

So uh, now that I got to see the actual Q&A and confirm its existence (so it's not just hearsay)

Because Oda immidiately comments on how he doesn't really focus on blood-relatives in One Piece (referencing Robin's mother being the first blood-relative he had actually drawn in a flashback), I do think he is exclusively describing Dadan here. Because Dadan is Luffy's only mother, even if she isn't that by blood, and why would Oda bother to bring that (blood-connections not being necessary) up if it wasn't relevant to Luffy's mother.

Another thing is the timing of this interview along with that "I'm still thinking about this". For context, One Piece would have just started Marineford in 2009, so this Q&A would've been published quite some time before the ASL Flashback where we'd get introduced to Dadan. Another thing is that Oda did originally intend for Dadan to be a man, so that comment would reflect on how Oda might've been still somewhat unsure what Dadan would end up being like (in case he changed his mind again).

Not to mention Oda would have to be misgendering Crocodile in this description if it was about him, which Oda really wouldn't do, but also the description doesn't even match Crocodile, we know what he would look like on estrogen. Like the way Oda drew fem!Croc in that SBS is very much his standard conventionally attractive woman, and here he explicitly states "there's no way that she's a beautiful mother". And Croc doesn't have permed hair, like ever.

So no, between the misgendering and the way the description doesn't even match him, I do not think Oda was "lowkey also talking about Crocodile" here at all. Luffy only has one mom and that's Dadan. And either Luffy has an irrelevant (probably dead) bio-mom or two absentee bio-dads.

[msbeanfl]

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Ms Bean Who? - A BIO

In almost all aspects of appearance, the word of choice for Ms Bean would be “austere”. Standing tall, straight, and broad, above average height for either/any sex, sharp angles adorn her countenance - from pointy chin to tightly-wound bun, pursed lips painted black, and a light scar crossing the piercing eye of a perceptive woman - punctuated by hollow cheeks: a trademark of hungry artists. 

But as strands of hair break rank, they frame her face in shadow. And those eyes, as round as figs, have a kind light lost within that betray this fiction of austerity. In truth, she is a hedonist through and through; many have witnessed her piercing eyes become softer glances, and the mask of temperance being thrown to the ground amidst other discarded garments…

Like many, Ms Bean was once fresh and penniless in the Neath, although recent ventures and windfall have made her healthy and spry; her body is lean in musculature, though covered in scars, both owing themselves to a new hobby in boxing. As for her academic pursuits, she has found talent as a Non-Speculative Author, which she is willing to fight people in defence of it being somehow different to non-fiction. Constantly adventuring for inspiration or recording the larger-than-life histories of fellow Londoners, her publications always stretch the boundaries of fact and fiction.

She has a reputation for both philanthropy (such as Ms Bean's Home for Dispossessed Unfortunates) and ruthlessness (found in the punishingly truthful pages of The Troubling Times). Driven by the idea that the world must be forced to change, she feverishly studies the Correspondence for some breakthrough in epistemology. Ms Bean will change hearts and minds; either with a spectrum of persuasive techniques, or by rewriting reality itself.

[painofhumanity]

"I was looking everywhere for you."

@ dart

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"And you found me. Good job, Father, well done," Dart said with a weak, breathless laugh before his face went alarmingly blank again. He was arguably the most emotional of the royal children, so his expression being void of any emotion was a rare thing. "I was going to get ready. I was getting ready. . . Then I was thinking about. . .well, everything, really, and now it seems I can't do anything but sit here, thinking, and try to remember how to breathe."

[beanthebugboi]

Gays exist to drink hydrochloric acid

Im doing my part

Well this gay would like to keep their lab privileges and their esophagus intact, thank you very much

[scally-wiggles716]

IM DOING (sorta) COMMISSIONS!!

So, since I'm a minor, and I'm not the best at drawing, these commissions won't cost money! They will cost funny gifs, just DM me a funny gif, and a photo of the characters you want in the picture!

They will be profile pictures and made in Gacha Life 2! Max is 4 characters, and it costs one gif per character.

Also, if your character has two heads, that counts as 2 because of the format I use.

[etdraconis]

Currently thinking about just how differently things could have turned out for Declan if he hadn’t had such a crush on chosen to follow Cullen with Kirkwall, and had chosen Meredith instead. Had he survived the fight, it’s very likely that he could have ended up one of the Red Templars during Inquisition instead of becoming a soldier under Cullen’s command.

Also thinking about the absolute terror that would have overcome him during that final fight in Kirkwall. How he was barely 19 during it, and had never truly had to fight to this extent. And how he would have trusted Meredith whole-heartedly up until that final battle. But he always trusted Cullen more; always knew Cullen was good, and fair, and everything he never considered himself being. So he turned on Meredith on the end, just as Cullen did. And vowed to himself he would always follow him, if given the chance. So when the Inquisition is formed and Cullen becomes Commander, Declan is right by his side (whether he wants him there or not).

[smol-bean-of-the-smols]

FIRST TIME BEING CALLED A HE IN TEXT

REJOICE

[nr1-logo-design-inspiration]

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[autumnalfallingleaves]

Gender is so weird. Four years ago I thought I was cis but now I know I'm gender non-conforming nonbinary transmasc with a side of genderflux. Wild.

[tvrningout-a]

chiyo, existing at 5'1'': this is fine

chiyo, noticing someone close to her is 6' or above: this is fine

chiyo after said person uses their height against her: i will destroy you and make you regret the day you insulted me like this >:(

[the-broccodile]

Meet Mitzi, named after Mitzi May from Lackadaisy She’s known as the god of gifts, a mythical force of nature, a kind soul lurking within the universe traveling among the different worlds together with her summonings. They swarm all accross, waiting quietly, listening to any offered wish. Worthy wishes, will be forfilled however strickt rules are set and followed as to not disturb nature. Sometimes a wish is desperetly needed but unattainable, in such moments, the biggest gift Mitzi can give to you is her time and she will always take her time.

[puppyboyplushie]

I FINISHED MY CARRD AND IM HAPPY ABOUT THE LAYOUT FOR THE MOST PART PLS CLAP

[wolfasketch]

Coffee Bean AU Siblings

MK's, Savage's and Rumble's designs for my Monkie Kid AU. I'll draw Tawny's eventually

[dragcnflame]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚃𝙻𝙾𝚄 / 𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

NOTE: for tlou interactions with canon characters bloom's backstory will be altered to no longer have her immune to keep inline with canon.

FACTS:

Bloom is immune to the virus/fungus. (type verse dependent)

If word of her likeness gets back to the cult, members will begin tracking her down.

Bloom hears her sister still, usually it's the product of her consistent nightmares of Daphne's death, but she also will swear sometimes that she's talking to her while awake.

Bloom is handy at first aid, has increased physical strength from her bite though nothing super-heroic, she works best with ranged weapons than close combat. Has an affinity for molotov cocktails.

CARRIES:

med kit

flashlight

flame thrower that she got her hands on three months post escaping the cult

two hand guns

ammo some of which doesn't work for her guns

a lighter

rags

crude lock-pick set

a few canned goods

spork

reusable water bottle

can opener

deodorant

bar of soap

one third left of a tube of toothpaste

a golden hair pin her sister used to wear

tinted lip balm

AU BIO:

They died for them. Marion and Oritel sacrificed their lives to save their daughters and with that instilled a new purpose in their eldest child. Protect you sister at all costs, she's your responsibility. Bloom grew up with no real memory of their Mom and Dad, all she'd ever known really was Daphne, the start and end of her world in this empty and dead one. Even her rebellious nature was tempered by promises to her sister that she'd listen to her noticing with every day the older she grew how things seemed to weigh on her shoulders. The two were in sync like no other, always flawlessly covering the other's back once Bloom was old enough to do more than hide, even though Daphne protested every time Bloom picked up a gun or quickly pulled together a molotov cocktail. The goal was always safety, somewhere they could settle down and live, somewhere that they could stop fighting, somewhere to preserve the last parts of Bloom's innocence a girl who grew up in the new world order. They dodged traffickers and hunters, cannibals and government compounds.

Then they found them, an independent compound. One that seemed to be at peace with strong defences. Weary survivors were welcomed in with warm arms and so thankful to have finally achieved their goal any and all warning bells were silenced. Yet Bloom could still feel the hair on the back of her neck standing straight, whispering to her sister in the night her worries. But she trusted her, Bloom would always trust Daphne unreservedly. However slowly but surely it built, the way the women at the compound would say things, the way their eyes followed Bloom, the way questions were never answered with anything but a distraction. You knew what you were allowed to know and you would be happy with that. They were split during the day Bloom put to work in the makeshift hospital area due to her talent with healing. It felt wrong, she'd never been away from her sister for so long as far back as her memories went. The night that the New Moon arrived everything changed. They hadn't joined in with a peaceful compound, they'd joined a cult. Ones who claimed to worship the three ancestral witches deities that they'd come to invent once world went to hell. Believing that if they called upon them they would be the ones to rise to power. In their rabid imaginations Bloom had been declared their second coming, the conduit for their rebirth. She would be bitten by an infected and then strapped to an alter where her blood would be spilt under the Full Moon right as she was on the verge of change.

Even though they fought back Bloom was dragged before the crowd Daphne detained as mid-day hit and an infected was brought forward biting deep into her shoulder before being shot down. Bloom was dragged back into a cell to be kept for the next thirteen hours while they waited on the bite and the witching hour. Having not seen her sister since Bloom had accepted the fact that she was in all likelihood dead and if not at least was far enough away so that she would not have to witness the process of her turning. Yet when darkness fell and the camp became abuzz with finishing touches for the ritual Bloom heard the scratching of a lock and several grunts. There stood Daphne in all of her calm yet somehow also enraged golden glory pulling open her cell door. She fought her on it, not wanting to put her sister at risk. But Bloom didn't just love Daphne selflessly she also loved her selfishly and didn't want to die all alone. She wanted to die outside of this place and free for her last few hours before her sister did what she had to do.

It was a tense escape filled with close calls and more human blood shed than Bloom had ever seen and they were close. Some fencing and metal doors and then a straight shot right into the woods where they could lose the group now relentlessly pursuing them. A thwip and a scream changed everything. Turning Bloom watched her sister drop as an arrow pierced her thigh, blood spilling forward, an artery. Grabbing her under her shoulder they moved faster anyway but the followers were gaining on them. They'd pushed through a thin portion of the fencing, moving the metal and wrenching forward the doors. Bloom's mind had been a haze either from the infection or the panic she didn't know, just that they needed to get through and then she needed to somehow carry her sister far enough so they could torque her leg and let her take care of Bloom's final moments.

But suddenly she had an armful of Daphne and hug in the midst of her confusion at this stop right as they'd gotten the door open Daphne suddenly bit Bloom viciously and deeply swallowing down her blood. Infecting herself so close to the brain she had minutes. Bloom could only stare in shock as she was shoved backwards through the metal doors, watching them close as Daphne barred herself back in with the cult members. The last thing she heard from her sister was her screams of 'Run Bloom' before the screams turned into an awful screeching that she'd be making in a few hours as well. The screeching came with the sound of wet tearing and shots firing off in screams of panic. Bloom who'd been banging on the door desperately begging for her sister finally as the screeching quieted did what she was told one last time and ran. She ran for her life, for the last few hours of it knowing at least she'd be reunited with her sister.

She'd been wandering aimlessly, killing when she had to when Bloom finally remembered to even consider time again. Having fallen into a haze waiting out the last few hours she had left, the redhead suddenly realising the sun and risen and set a total of three times since she'd escaped the cult. While she certainly wasn't the conduit for some three headed deity as the cult had proclaimed they were right about one thing. Bloom was special, she was immune. She was also, for the very first time in her life. Alone.