#beanverse

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BEANVERSE - PART 4

Beans remembers why Netero trusted him in the first place. He IS a hunter.

I'm going to compile everything into a single post for easier reading in the future! We're halfway through the Beanstory.

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Clone Beans Masterpost

Was about time I set up one of these for the Clone Beans AU! It's gonna get longer as time goes by and more information is added.

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--General Information--

Info Guide

How do the Clone Beans eat?

How do the Clone Beans earn their markings?

How to tell Coh and Echo Bean apart model-wise?

If you care to go into this, how did Echo Bean act while Echo was a prisoner? And would he change either in mannerisms or appearance when Echo joined CF99?

How does Fives survive in the Beanverse?

Is there anything that you should avoid doing with the clone beans? Also, are there things that beans universally love?

How are the corrie beans doing anyways? And how does Anakin feel when he finds out about the whole experimentation thing and the fact that it was his fault?

What was Fives Bean's and Echo Bean's reunion like?

How has the Coruscant Guard losing their beans affected them?

What is it about Cody’s Bean that Anakin finds off putting?

What Fives Bean loves most!

How do the Coruscant Guard react to getting their beans back?

Coh's Free Pass to fuck with Anakin

What did Fives get up to while on the run?

Who are the three brothers Fives is rescuing?

What happened to Tup and Dogma?

How did becoming a Vestige affect Dogma Bean? And what is up with Tup Bean?

How does Coh act around other Vestige Beans?

Clone Force 99 Beans

Who made CF99 Beans's accessories? Why does Echo Bean not have a prosthetic? Do they accept pets?

Why did Omega remain a secret? And which Bean is the most meticulous about their appearance?

--3D Base Models (Markings not Included)--

212th, 501st, 104th & Coruscant Guard Beans

Clone Force 99 Beans (and Bula)

--Renders--

Twins²

Rex introduces his Bean to Ahsoka

Everyone loves Kix

Silly Bean Memes

Breakfast with Hardcase

Obi-wan meets the 212th Beans

Mouse Droid Council

Bean Daycare

The Fuzziest Bean

Just like old times...

--Art--

Of Frogs and Beans

Vestige Naptime

Long Bean

--Fics--

Fleeting Memory

Is it Really Self-Hatred When You’re No Longer You?

Achilles, Come Down

--OC Related Stuff--

Olly Bean and Rhythmn Bean banging out the tunes!

Beans are friends, not food!

The 105th Beans

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

this is two stories you’ve written so far that use beans as a central image. is this deliberate? can we expect to see more beans?

you've uncovered the grand Beanverse conspiracy. you know too much and must be silenced.

you know i realised the same thing halfway through writing it. it wasn't consciously deliberate. chronologically QSH's Beantown was actually written before the Cao Beans. the surface-level explanation is that the author fucking LOVES beans. as a kid i'd just grab a bunch of beans from the kitchen and play with them, so that part was based on real life. come to think of it, i even had my own Imperial Eunuch (my cat alex). huh. life imitates art ect.

the Deep Literary Analysis is that beans symbolise resilience, nourishment and dormant potential. beans start out small and unremarkable, indistinguishable from their peers, but under the right conditions they can sprout into towering giants. e.g. the magic beans from jack and the beanstalk, and later jack himself as he slays the giant and realises his true potential. they also represent the transformative power of time/nature, and the difference facets of people. the seed, the edible vegetable, and the stalk kindling all spring from the same root. this complex interplay has long been observed by chinese poets, e.g. the famous bean poem where the beanstalks are used to cook the beans is used as a metaphor for familial strife, and was later attributed to Cao Zhi and his turbulent relationship with his brothers.

[lea-andres]

A Fang wolf-jerboa-weaselverse would be.... fittingly chaotix... perhaps more chaotic than a Bean one (although that's mainly die to Demo holding all of their braincells at once)

Fangverse would end in bloodshed and Beanverse would end in the whole multiverse exploding. It'd be so hilarious either way.

[chronicbeans]

Bruh I have been trying so freaking hard to write a post about my versions of Jonathan Crane and Edward Nygma, but I just have so much info on them that I don't even know where to start. I have literally been working on them for years on and off as I jump in and out of the Batman fandom.

Also I like need a name for my versions of the Batman Villains or whatever. Like... The Chronicverse or something (Beanverse lol) to differentiate them from canon versions. I know I don't technically need a name for my universe but I want it so much I need it (plus it might help with confusion if I write for canon versions). Lol if you have any ideas tell me pls I'm interested! (I am terrible at coming up with names)

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Just wanted to say that all my oc's on this blog exist in AU's on their universes, hence the Beanverse.

Sharpe and Alex are just historical Leta and Gaunt.

Somer and Ned are just low fantasy Boromir and Odelina (Or Flora)

Borormir and Odelina are just high fantasy Leta and Gaunt.

Its all connected.

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The Complete Beanverse will be featured here! ⭐

BEANS MINI ZINE!!

Hello Paristans, as a compliment to our zodiac Zine we are opening submissions to any and all Beans content for a special mini Zine! Send us your submission and socials to be credited by!!! Message us on Tumblr by Nov to be added to our Ode to Beans!!

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hi! BIG fan of your wattpad story no use. While it is sad you ended it so soon with 34 chapters I have a small request. If it is possible, I would like a small follow up? Maybe on what the Shredder did to Donnie all this time? Or Donnie's thoughts when he left, got captured, was harmed and then returned home? Either is alright with me but I would really love to know what happened. Thank you for taking the time to read this comment

Hey ! Thanks so much for reading this story and being a BIG fan !! That means so much to me :)!!! I wrote a little drabble under the cut, but I tried adding both situations into this, and if it’s not what you’re looking for, by all means send me another detailed request and I’ll do my best :D! 

His anger clouded his mind as he made his way to the junkyard. Donnie didn’t get angry often, but when he did it’s been towards Leo. His brother been annoying him about the cure for Karai, the sleepless nights made him more agitated when Leo gets to have more than 7 hours of sleep and he’s on his third day of barely two hours of sleep.

 Maybe it was due to the storm coming up that lead his mind to go foggy, or the fact anger clouded his judgment of the storm coming earlier than he thought. He just needed to grab a piece and go, but the howling winds and the paranoia were kicking in. Maybe if he turned back now, apologized to Leo and actually go to sleep, he can go another day.

 Looking up at the dark, loomed sky, he knew another day meant weeks or even months and they don’t have time to sit around waiting for the snow to end. Their sister could be on the verge of dying, she was alone and couldn’t control herself, and Donnie owed her that much to at least save her.

 Donnie picked up a scrap of metal, and in the reflection, he was able to turn around and block the incoming sword coming his way with his bo. He thanked whatever made him the urge to pick up that metal but destroying that one random bot he knew something was wrong. Foot bots came like a pack of wolves, he needed to go before –

 At least 30 of these bots sprang out of nowhere, and Donnie was surrounded. He had no choice but to fight, the snow started to flutter, and the storm was going to kick in soon, Donnie had to act fast.

 “Can’t we do this another night?” He groaned at them, as he pulled out the naginata from his bo, and as the crowd of bots came closer to him, their weapons out gleamingly into the night, he fought as hard as he can.

 But it wasn’t enough.

 Quickly, he was outmatched, they knocked his bo out of his hands, and there were at least 20 bots, or it seemed like more were coming out. He swore there were 15, and now –

 He was hit on the back of his knees, and it took his breath out as another kicked him straight to the throat. Wheezing, he took out his phone to alert his brothers, maybe they can’t come due to the storm, but they would know at least that he’s going to die.

 With the cold taking over his body, and being stabbed, kicked and punched, and maybe even burned? He couldn’t feel anything as his body fell numb, was it due to the storm or were they beating the crap out of him that he lost all feeling?

 With the last of his strengths, he slurred: “T-phone…ssself destruct.” He didn’t even feel his phone being snatched from him; he watched his phone crumble under the hands of the foot, he laid his head on the concrete, letting the billows of snow go on top of him.

 At least he knew his brothers will be safe. 

 x

 The constant questioning Donnie was enduring sort of wished that he was dead. 

 Finding out he survived the ambush, probably because Shredder didn’t want him dead, yet, meant that torturing and questioning would have to do.

 As he laid in his own prison cell, counting the days he’s been in here, hours and minutes, he knew that the probability of his brothers coming for him was 0.3%.

 He knew that they knew he was gone, kidnapped for sure ‘cause his bo was left at the junkyard and the rest of his stuff, maybe. He told Leo two hours he would be gone, and it’s been over 30.

 “You know,” Baxter said behind the cell, smirking at the turtle. “If you talk, Master Shredder won’t kill you.”

 “Beat it, Stockboy.” He tried sounding tough like Raph, maybe it will raise his chances of survival, or worse, he would die quicker.

 “Oh, giving attitude? Strange coming from you, but not eating for almost two days now gets to a man, err turtle. You do realize your brothers aren’t coming for you, so maybe you should start talking.” Baxter wrapped his hands around the bar, leaning on them to hear the turtle talk. His voice was strained from the screaming, he was being tortured like there was no tomorrow and he knew the little comfort Donnie gave himself wasn’t going to last.

 But Donatello was a smart turtle, and it seemed like it’s been lacking since the only thing he has was water, and not enough to survive.

 “Talking? You think because my brothers aren’t here, I’ll start talking?” Donnie gave a scoff of a chuckle, “I’d do anything to protect them.” He knew Shredder sent Baxter to talk to him because they had the most common. They were both geniuses who were looked down upon, but he had thick skin, Stockman wasn’t going to break him easily.

 “Alright,” Baxter tightened his lips in a hum, “your chances of survival are slim, I say you won’t make it by the end of the week.”

 “I’ll take it.” Donnie said, maybe a little too quick, “Anything for them.”

 x

He knew his time was coming up when his breaths became too shallow and he could barely talk. But the Shredder kept on insisting, over and over and over and over, it was driving him nuts.

 “I’m not saying…” He licked the blood off his top lip, feeling the bruise, the swelling as Shredder punched him repeatedly, everywhere. He was his punch dummy, and each time he would torture him, Donnie thought that the Shredder was doing it for some sick entertainment and not to find his home.

 “I’m getting tired of this, turtle.” Shredder told him in the most monotone, angry voice he could give. “I want answers now!” His gauntlets shot out, and he pressed it along Donnie’s neck.

 “Do it, I dare you.” He spat blood on the floor next to his shoulder, waiting for death to claim him. He was tired, he was tired of talking, of waiting for his brothers. It’s been too long, why was Shredder keeping him alive?

 “Alright, turtle,” Shredder pulled his gauntlet away from the turtle’s neck and kicked his shell so Donnie would be laying on his stomach. He looked at the bruised head and pointed the gauntlet towards it. “Say goodbye.”

 “I’ll see you in hell.” Don laughed, almost mockingly, and then a white sharp pain hit him, before there was nothing.

 x

He woke up to something light yet heavy falling onto him.

 It was white, and he slowly staggered up, staring into the obliviousness into the world. His body ached, and he didn’t know why.

 He didn’t know where he was, who he is, or how he got here, but, his head. He placed his hand on the back of his head, and slowly crept out of the narrowed area.

 He stared blankly, seeing the pillows of white surround him, as he shivered. There were colors all over, bright colors, that clashed against the people’s dark clothing.

 He walked straight ahead, hearing the honks and screeching as he tried to make his way.

 Donnie was confused, with everything. Everything was, confusing. Nothing felt right, the faces in front of him showed emotion he didn’t – couldn’t – understand. So, he stood still, hearing screams, and people yell at his face, until something – someone – pulled him away.

 “Dude… what…thinking…know.” He stared towards the wall, swaying, he was yelling like the people. He didn’t understand, nor who he was.

 Orange pulled him arm, the one holding his head, and stared at his hand. There was nothing wrong with his hand, but he let Orange examine him.

 Orange took off his mask, that made him look not orange, and he balled it up and put it on his head. He hissed, he heard a murmur and his arm was hooked over the smaller one and was dragged away.

 His eyes felt heavy, his legs hurt, and his body burnt. His knees collapsed under him, and small was able to pick him up.

 He felt safe, his head dipped a couple time, and feeling like it was led, he crashed onto smalls shoulder.

 x

Waking up was a scary thing, because each time he did he was somewhere new. Yet, he felt like he was in a similar place.

 The place was metal, and the smell was strong with chemicals and this turtle wore red.

 Red picked him up and he dug his nails into his arm and tightened up. He didn’t like that; he didn’t want strangers touching him. Red placed him on something soft, but his head didn’t like the pressure, and turned to see Orange staring at him.

 “Hey…!” Orange voice drowned, and he wasn’t listening to him. He moved his head away, staring at the floor.

 There were papers and metal scattered on said floor, and his arms were wrapped in white, stained with red.

 He felt an arm wrap over him, and he looked at Orange.

 Everything looked wrong, everything felt confusing, but his sense of smell never forgot what home was.

 He grabbed Oranges hand, and half listened to some random babble he was saying, Orange was close to him, but he couldn’t figure out who he was.

 Orange showed his teeth, and he stared at it, not knowing what it meant.

 But Orange looked just like him, and Red did also.

 Something soft was pulled over him, and he snuggled the best he can.

 Orange kissed his sore head, and as he closed his eyes, he knew everything was going to be okay.

 Even if he didn’t know what okay was.

[cosmicsheep]

Lludwynn sketch dump!!!

[magicartanddesign]

"Gort" ,by Beanverse

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Do you guys want the drafted two-part finale of the Beanverse now or would you rather wait for the polished version?

I'll make it regardless and collect everything in the Beanzine, so it depends on how curious you are.

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I finally learned how to color scetches! I thank british-sarcasm-artwork for the Beanverse AU, which I really love and gave me the inspiration to draw this!

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FLAUX AHHHH 

You did the art for me??? THANK YOU SO MUCH :))))!

No Use Fanart

Little brain damaged Donatello is the saddest thing that’s happened to me since student debt.

Please read No Use. by @fevertowrite

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Beanverse

S P E C I F Y , P A N C A K E ALL MY BOIS ARE BEANS ~Lunar

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Can you make a Halloween special in your NU verse?

Halloween is over and I’m late. But hey, at least it’s still considered the week of Halloween right? I hope you enjoy, anon! 

Traditionally, Halloween was always a big thing inMikey’s eyes. He’d go all out with the movies, and stack all the blankets hecan find, and when they were old enough to venture out, trick-or-treating wasthe best. Cause hey, everyone thinks they’re wearing costumes and they don’teven have to try.

 This year was kind of different.

Leoand Raph were equally exhausted to the point of not wanting to go out. Mikeyknew it was cause of Donnie. Not cause Donnie ruined Halloween for them, butthey were just tired of having to take care of him. And hey, Mikey was honestlytired too, but Donnie was more thrilled than anyone to dress up and get candy.Mikey couldn’t say no to him.

“So, what do you wanna dress up as?” Mikey asked,dressing the wound on Donnie’s head.

In less than a second, Donnie piped up; “a bear, silly.”He told him, like Mikey was supposed to know exactly what he wants.

Mikey made a ‘tsk’ noise in thought. Bear costumeswere usually for little kids. And even after he called April and told her aboutit, (being unsure if she can find one). She claimed she can and it’ll be perfectfor him. Mikey was still a little hesitant.

“Okay, buddy, what if we can’t get you a bear costume?What else do you want to be?” Mikey asked calmly, hoping Donnie had other ideasin mind if the bear costume April tried to get won’t work out.

After a few long seconds of thought, Donnie drew a withlong: “noooo, a bear and a bear only. Bee and I have been planning it for months!”By Bee, he meant his stuff bear who can’t talk at all, but Mikey wasn’t goingto say anything. His mouth closed to a tight line, and Mikey nodded. “April shouldbe coming with the costume in a few days.”

“I can’t wait! It’ll be the best Halloween we’ve everdone!”

Mike gave a sad smile. This is the only Halloween heremembers. Every other year is a blur to him.

“You bet.” Mikey told him, and crinkled his nose tosmile.

He hoped what April said was true.

April was right. She could find the perfect costumefor him. Sort of. It was a onesie type of bear costume, but as long as it fitsand if Donnie was happy. That’s all that mattered.

“Hey buddy?” Mikey called, unzipping the onesie andhad it ready for Donnie to easily slip on.

There was a distance yell of, “waitMike!I’mbrushingmyteeth!”And a rush of footsteps came before Mikey can even say anything. Mike issomehow still surprised, after months, of Donnie having so much energy.

“April just brought your costume, dude! Let’s put iton.” Mike told him, already helping him slip the costume on.

“Is it comfortable?” Mikey asked, zipping it up andhoping it was good.  Today’s Halloween,if he doesn’t like it, then he’ll have to wear it or just go as a turtle.

“Yeah! And soft!” Donnie shoved his hands into the bigpockets. By his ankles, the onesie cut short, but Donnie either was okay withit or didn’t notice.

“Okay good, let’s wait a little longer until it’snight to wear your bear onesie.” Mikey said, already pulling the zipper down.

Donnie pulled away and zipped his onesie back on. “Itwon’t get messy, silly. It’s comfy… and I want to wear it!”

Wearing it for a few hours won’t do any harm, so Mikeylet him wear it.

“Sooooooooo.” Donnie’s teeth chattered lightly due tothe cold, and leaned himself into Mikey. “it’s cold and I just want candy!”

“We have to go to the apartments, dude. It’ll be warmonce we go inside.” He promised, and put the hood over his head to cover thebandages.

“Okay, but remember… well, I don’t remember but youdo, so remember what I said!”

He doesn’t know what the heck he’s talking about, buthe nodded as if he remembered whatever gibberish Don told him earlier. Mikegave a chuckle, hugging his brother as they both walked into an apartment.  Being concealed with the fact that everyonewas dressed up, Mikey blended perfectly. Donnie claimed he was both a bear anda turtle, and no one really said anything cause it’s Halloween and you can dowhatever you want.

After the fifth door, and Mikey going, “sorry he’sshy, come on dude, say trick or treat,” Donnie gave him the bag of candy afterclaiming it was too heavy.

“Donnie, you know to get candy, you have to say trickor treat.”

“I can be a quiet beartle.” Don whispered, and lookedup at Mikey with brown sad eyes. “They’re strangers, they don’t have to hear myvoice.”

Mike arched a brow. Donnie, this Donnie, was always pulling a wild card with the way he thought,but Mikey wasn’t going to say anything against his choice.

“Yeah, you’re right, beartles can be quiet.”

He didn’t even want to question it.

 “Woah, woah, dude. You can’t just keep eating all yourcandy each time you get a handful of them! You’re going to finish it before wego home!” It was only eight pm, and Donnie was already being a pain. Sure,Mikey had his bag of candy, but he didn’t want Donnie eating his after he,himself, finished his own bag in a day.

“I’m hungry, Mike. Eating two won’t hurt.” Donnie wavedit off as nothing, and open a wrapper of Tootsie Rolls before eating the wholething in one bite.

“You’re eating more than two, though.” Mike wassounding like a mom, but he couldn’t risk Donnie having a full stomachache, andSplinter punishing both for being so reckless. Donnie did get away for most ofthe things he did, cause well of his brain damage. But, Mikey was stuck withthe punishment at hand.

“It’s okay Mike, I promise…I won’t eat more after!”

He ate way too much that they ended up having to gohome earlier than Mikey wanted too. He wanted a supply of candy that can lastfor a month.

Once they got home, Raph, Leo, April and Casey wereall sitting on the couch watching some scary movie that Mike has seen millions oftimes.

“How was trick or treating?” Leo asked, poking hishead from the blanket, and seeing Donnie bounce up and down from what hesuspected as the sugar rush.

“It was good, Donnie was a little shy and kept eatinghis candy, but either than that. It was fun!” Mikey turned to find Donniealready sitting on the couch with his bro’s and friends. In some ways, Donniewas still a ninja.

“Dude, you sure you want to watch a scary movie?” Heasked in speculation because Donnie was never a fan of them before, he doesn’treally think he’ll be a fan of it now.

“Yeah!” And Casey gave his blanket to Donnie, and Mikerolled his eyes at the look Donnie gave him.

“Okay dude, after the movie you know you have to gobrush your teeth and go to bed, right?” He whispered, since he didn’t want todisturb anyone from watching the movie.

“Right!” Donnie responded loudly.

“Okay, let’s take out the Onesie. You’re probablycooking in there.”

“No! It’s fine, Mike! I’ll take it out when the movie’sdone!”

“Okay dude, if you say so.”

Donnie didn’t take his bear onesie out for weeks.

[puppyccino]

Hmm..

I feel like I should do an about, just to explain what’s going on here. 

As written in my description, I am but a humble puppy who likes to drink coffee, and is forced to write 30 hours a day for my oldest friend @cosmicsheep . I made the mistake once of writing her something for an original character and I’ve been enslaved ever since.  I also run the PR department.

There are three main pieces universes that I’ll be supporting on here, all of which will be tagged and can be viewed under the little ‘more’ link at the top of the page! However, I’ll give a little rundown here of what they are... 

Beanverse: 

Beanverse is a very dark and twisted tale set in an alternate world, and centres around a young vampire who is basically used for the benefit of everyone around him. The vampires aren’t quite what you’d expect, so do be on the look out for lore updates detailing more. If you’ve played Dark Souls, you’ll know what kind of gothic and creepy evils to expect. 

Cosmic Friendship

A friendly tale of two unlikely friends based on our fursonas. Mostly it’s a story about the misadventures of a lonely wolf as he befriends a sheep, and teaches him all there is to know about his world. It’ll be charming, friendly, and a nice reprieve from the intensity of Beanverse. 

Tough Love 

Everyone has to have that one rather self-indulgent story full of love, angst,and as much emotion as they can muster into one story. For us, it’s this universe. Honestly, it’s the very epitome of opposites attract as a young man suffering from anxiety falls for a delinquent involved in organised crime.  Everybody is damaged, and everyone will be hurt. There may or may not also be sprinklings of mythology and magic...