#tangbee

[cassierose7]

Various doodles from when I was in class the past few weeks!

[yayaza-b33]

Zedango Week Day 7– FREE DAY!!

(Writing under the cut!) (@zedangoweek-2025) (it has been such a pleasure to participate in this event! Enjoy the final day.)

Tango's dark antennae twitch in his sleep, the tips brushing against Zedaph's cheek. Tickling the skin. Zed's nose scrunches in sleepy reaction and he shifts around, taking the bee with him as he rolls onto his back.

They are entangled together, laid down on a soft bed in Zedaph's ravine of this season. Tango's wings contentedly buzz ever so often, just a little bit, and he's constantly shifting around within Zed's embrace. Still fidgety with his eyes closed. Sometimes burying further into the sheep hybrid, sometimes curling around himself a bit more.

Zedaph's arms are wrapped around the other, holding him in a semi-tight, protective hold, his wooly legs tangled with Tango's thin, bee-ified ones. His breathing is soft and he takes in the almost-surprisingly-flowery scent of Tango's hair with every inhale he takes. It soothes him, both what he feels and what he smells.

The world goes on around them.

Maybe Pearl is awake, because being up at later hours has always been her thing. Or Mumbo, or Xisuma. Tango's factory is full of Teknicians, far away from them, the small robots happy to travel inside the large building and work in Tango's absence. The moon—a normal sized one—slowly travels across the sky, stars twinkling around it. Joel's and Impulse's cities shine so bright with their lights in the night, Doc's hourglass towers in the shopping district, sand falling, BDubs' glass waterfalls glisten and lure nighttime animals with their reflection.

The world turns, because it always is.

Tango is fast asleep, fluffy, dangerous stinger dormant and draped over them, his furs calm and safe with no gloves or boots, in Zed's presence. He isn't too cold in the stone walls and caves of Zedaph's ravine. Zedaph is enough to keep him warm, him and his wool and thick blankets.

Zedaph has no plan to wake any time soon either. His slightly curling horns press into the pillow his head lays on, and his ears flick every now and then, like the other's antennae, reacting with even small sounds. Tango is a weight against him, on top of him, beside him. It's comfortable, for them both. He knows.

They sleep, because the not-big moon is full and bright and safe. Because the world is allowing a gentle night to take place tonight. Because even all the games and redstone machines in Zed's ravine are quiet, all the hostile mobs far. Because the stars are looking over them, admiring their love and telling whoever looks up to see their sparkle of their compliments to the two. Because they can feel each other, the familiar skin and clothes and breaths and hybridities.

They rest, with each other, because it's right.

It is always right with these two. In all of their worlds, they are drawn to each other. They laugh together, they smile at each other, their hearts connect, their eyes meet. Even if they are different.

Even when Tango is a flaming thing. Even when Zed is a dark, brooding character. Even when Tango can fly and fiercely protect. Even when Zed is afraid for the other, or it's the other way around. Even when things are different than what is theirs.

So they sleep, on Hermitcraft Season 10—and maybe in many other places too. Minds not running for ideas, hearts and breaths in a slow, synchronized beat.

And when their eyes open the coming morning, at whatever time, and Zedaph's bright, violet-purple eyes meet Tango's warm, rose-red ones, they'll smile.

Because they know.

They know there isn't anything better than the comfort they have with each other. Nothing better than what they share.

And their days will continue, on and on and on and on. And maybe they'll meet again at night, each night, each and every night.

And maybe this very feeling, this kind of night, will repeat.

But for now, this Zedaph and Tango sleep. Warm in each other's presence, in this world, on this amazing server.

They sleep.

Together. Always.

[yayaza-b33]

Ouch, looks like a little bee has fallen! New Tangbee work is out!

This one has been created under the request of @5typesoftrash! They wanted Flower Court or Firewood, hurt/comfort, TANGBEE.

With this, remember the comments and my askbox is always open to more requests to write—this was quite fun to figure out, actually :].

[yayaza-b33]

TANGBEE IS BACK

In the form of a Ranchers oneshot—after the many requests, and because it won the poll!

It's fluff, and yes, it is romantic. Click the link and Enjoy!

[yayaza-b33]

"Afraid, I am an angry little thing." -Tango, beeing a little buzzy rage ball

Chapter one is out!

Featuring TANGBEE, including: four arms, lotta buzzing, wiggles, Tango being short, and bee. Oh, yes, and highly requested Ranchers!

The four chapters are all written, and will be published one per day! ^^

[yayaza-b33]

"*Happy buzzing intensifies*" -Tango, in a cool little mesa

Final chapter out! Hope ya love it.

[yayaza-b33]

"Sorry, Rancher..." -Tango, moping in a burnt corner

Next chapter is out!! Sorry for the wonkiness of the uploads ^^; despite its being fully written.

I hope you enjoy the chapter, though! :D

[yayaza-b33]

Alrighty, this is important...

What Ship'll Rule HC Tangbee?

Zedango (Zedaph and Tango)

RANCHERS (Jimmy and Tango)

Snowbugs (Scott and Tango)

Tekzle (Skizz and Tango)

Other? (Leave a comment recommendation, and support others' that you like!)

Voting ended onApr 20, 2025

The poll duration is longer, as it's a pretty important factor in the story telling for Tangbee ^^. I didn't list all Tango ships I know, 'cause that'd be long. Just a few more popular ones.

Couple a'guidelines for the recommendations. Yes, polyamorous ships are allowed, such as ZITS as one. Of course, the ship has to include Tango. That's pretty much it!

The other ships that don't make the cut still have a chance for being written, depending on popularity and how I feel. This just determines the main ship for Tangbee. The ship to rule! :]

(also feel free to leave requests for writings with a ship, now.)