Jul 6
Oh, lawd, it comin!
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Holiday Bees
Yang: Oh man. My back hurts so much because of my FAT, SLOSHING tits. If only I had someone to give me a back massage.
Blake then comes running & kneels before Yang. She's cut up & bruised & holding a bottle of lotion.
Blake: Yes, my queen.
Behind Blake are a bunch of unconscious bodies of all the other Yang Ships.
Yang: Blake, are you okay? Is everything alright?
Blake: *is obviously pregnant* Yes, Yang. I'm okay.
Yang: Do your feet hurt? What about your back?
Blake: Yang...
Yang: Are the eggs too hot? I can blow on them for-
Blake: YANG! You're smothering me!
Yang: ...I'm sorry.
Blake: *deep breath* Yang. Are you okay? You've been hysterical all week.
Yang: What? I'm not hysterical! I just want you to know I'm not going anywhere. If you need anything, I'm right here! I'm not gonna-
Blake: You're not Raven, Yang.
Yang: ...
Blake: *gently strokes her cheek* It's okay, Yang. You, me, and our little one are gonna be a happy family. I'm not going anywhere and I know you're not going anywhere either.
Yang: ...Thank you. And I'm sorry.
Blake: You're welcome. Apology accepted. And I love you.
Scene: Blake and Sun are playing Poker. Yang is sitting next to Blake.
Blake: Alright, Sun. I'll go all in if you do.
Sun: With what? You don't got any more chips to bet with.
Blake: No. But I'm betting Yang.
Yang: Wait, what?
Blake; Yang, go with me. I've got it all figured out. I've done the math.
Bumbleby save me Bumbleby save me save me Bumbleby-
(AKA it's 'Rian losing their mind over Bumbleby' hours, and then debating if they should do art and/or fanfictions of the bees-)
Blake: Okay, Yang. I got this list of names you DON'T want for our future child. And I appreciate getting this, but I just have a few...questions.
Yang, who is pregnant and sitting in a chair: Like what?
Blake: Okay, so here's a few names; Wren, Drake, Jay, Rook.
Yang: I mean, are you particularly attached to any of these names?
Blake: Well, I wouldn't say I'm in love with them, no.
Yang: Then what's the issue?
Blake: It's just that I noticed a few standout ones and the pattern started to form. You know; Strix. Hawk. Robin. Lark.
Yang: ...I don't see the connection.
Blake: Yang.