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you a therapist????? We need couples therapy:,)

— @orionsound-mailbox

Uhhh, therapist? I mean, I know Bee needs some therapy, but I'm not designed to handle extreme emotional stuff. Try uh, I don't know who else is on this system... Maybe uh... Who is this Grian, and this pearl, uh....

Anyways, I'm not Bee, you could wait a week and see if they show up?

-C

Ps, uhh what does bee say to summon things? Uhhh, Bee's be upon ye?

(The summon doesn't work, all that comes out is a puff of smoke)

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Uhh, howdy? Bee has run off to find a buddy of mine, and put me in charge of running this thing? I don't know what's going on anymore. The name is C! I'm one of Bee's... Uh what does it call us.. pawns? What does this do...?

(A live video feed has appeared!)

Oh Gods! Uhhh how do I turn this off? How the hells did I even turn it on?! Oh forget it!

Uhhh, ask me anything I guess? I guess you'll see my live reactions now or until Bee gets back.

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there’s far too many people to tag but to all the mailboxers: y’all are awesome and it’s so fun being a part of that community!!!

To the mailboxes!!!

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(Bee huffs, placing a new item onto the pedestal. They look up to their new screen, and play the text to speech. What came out was a garbled and glitchy mess. It was messing with those glitchy code crystals again, trying to figure out what the hells was wrong with it, why it wasn't textureless, and how the hells did it even exist in the first place. It opened its eyes lightly. These new lights were getting to Bee, and it didn't have anything to help protect itself from these stupid copper bulbs.)

(One of its pawns stepped behind it, and hesitated to speak at first, but decided to anyways.)

Bee? Are you okay? Are these lights getting to you at the moment? Maybe I could-

(Bee holds one of its many hands up)

I'm fine. I just need to figure out why these crystals are glitched beyond recognition suddenly. Any theories?

(The pawn looks at Bee confused)

You mean the crystals from that multilingual server? Well, my records show while spying they thought I was something called a code. Probably because of my green highlights but I couldn't speak at that time, so I once again couldn't try to dig myself out of that trouble. Maybe the code has something to do with it?

(Bee snaps its fingers. That's what it was missing, those weird grouchy things that tried to kill the folks in that server. Didn't those creatures go extinct?)

Yes, that's it. The code. That's a good lead.

(The pawn nods, it's servos creaking. Bee couldn't help but think something was wrong. Its pawn was never this informative. Maybe that weird amethyst got to him?)

C, I've noticed while evacuating our old place these crystals seem to fight the weird amethyst. They were the only crystals that were resistant to the corruption. Is there a reason why?

Bee, I don't remember evacuating anything?

(That's weird, usually they remember more things than Bee itself.)

C what the hells do you mean you don't remember? Did F make you forget?

Bee, F... F disappeared. I can't find her on my radar. Haven't been able to since this morning. She's been acting weird for a while too.

(Shit. Bee thought to itself. Maybe F just went on a different server to take a break from C and Bee...)

F disappeared?

And she had some purple stuff seeping through her joints last time I saw-

SHE GOT CORRUPTED?!

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Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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Eh, anyone's permits! Just a permit, one that would make people the most panicked. :)

Blows up permit with mind >:)

permit as innnn… the word? the building? the physical permits? my permits? which one? i don’t even know if you’re referring to hermit permits. could be any kinda permit! you gotta be more specific.

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@jimmys-mailbox Have you?

[Not specific to LL!Jimmy, it’s just my favourite of his life series skins]

Submitted by @arandomgamer180

Propaganda: “The guy dies first every time, feels really bad for his allies and can trust almost no one”

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(Bee slides the last few things in place. Its new research lab was finished, but at what cost? Its whole place... The thing it worked so hard for, everything they knew, gone. Even its old paintings that it made a good few decades ago were destroyed. It couldn't believe it, that weird amethyst really was that powerful, and Bees old sinkhole had become its home. That sinkhole was completely filled with the stuff, the amethyst's once squishy feeling was now rock solid, with eyes littering every inch of the black and purple rock, staring into Bee like it knew what past sins it had done. Bee shudders at the thought of it.)

(Adding a break here because it's SO LONG LMAO I just don't want to take up too much space on people's feed. But this is important to Bee's lore, so enjoy)

(Bee looks at its pawns, the two sitting in their new recharge stations. It couldn't help but notice the rabbit one looked a bit different, but Bee has allowed it to upgrade itself if needed, so it wasn't too surprised- it was the deep green of a Ender eye resting in it's chest that made Bee question for a few minutes- but the pawn was functioning, so it didn't worry too much. The other pawn, on the other hand, was tightening a loose screw on its cheek, its muted red paint coat chipping at the sides, and a few cracks it just won't let Bee fix no matter what. Those two had worked their asses off the past few weeks, and Bee grins. Even if they were technically a soulless AI, Bee has tried to give them a player life, and it would say it was pretty successful!)

(Bee looks around. Damn, they really did work their asses off. The lab was nicely furnished with a fully functioning kitchen- a novelty Bee didn't have in their old sinkhole- and sweet, fresh, new tables and chairs! Despite their old cluttered lifestyle, Bee enjoyed the organized feel. All the shelves and drawers each with their own labels, crystals from different servers neatly organized in each by size and color. Bee didn't have to worry about anything glitching out from that certain bag anymore since it has its own containment drawer, and the weird amethyst was all left behind at the sinkhole.)

(That damned amethyst! Bee tries to shake the thought of the amethyst out of its head, not wanting to look back on foolish choices. They really were dumb decisions, bringing in a borderline sentient corruption into their sinkhole, and deciding to treat it like shit. Now, it's out for it, seemingly hunting for it as Bee ran off a few days ago. It shakes its head trying to get those foul memories out of its head again, and turns its attention to the new decoder.)

(Dear gods above, the decoder. The screen covered the wall it rested on perfectly, 4K, and almost no latency. The wires were neat and orderly, going inside the wall instead of being scattered around like loose trash after a bad wind storm. The keyboard even fits its ever changing forms, and the mouse too! There was nothing bad about this decoder, unlike the last one, which was a clunky piece of garbage with far too little storage to properly look into code except for little snippets and in command formats.)

(Bee hummed as it realized it never booted up the new mailbox! It rushed outside with oddly soft thumps and a clumsy trot, bumping into a few things. Bee was still trying to get used to their surroundings, but they couldn't see quite well despite their many eyes. 'The curse to hear the evil not see the evil,' that's what Bee called it. It reached the outdoors, taking in a deep breath of crisp, actually warm air. It had stayed in that tundra where the sinkhole resided for so long, it's forgotten what spring air feels and hears like. The soft breeze ruffles its feathers, and the smell of freshly bloomed blossoms filled the air. It turned its head to the side, laying eyes on the new, sleek mailbox contraption. It was shocking it even managed to replicate it, let alone find the right rifts in server code to actually transport the letters. It carefully pressed the green button, and the machine started to whir. Ehhh, it's fine, Bee thought to itself as it walked inside clumsily missing a step and nearly falling to the ground with a slight squeak. Bee looked around for a few more seconds before walking to their new room.)

(Most importantly, this place felt like a home. Not some hole in the ground with an abandoned, broken down temple it decided to make into a shoddy cabin, but an actual home. Bee originally found it hard to comprehend what a "home" was to players, but from what it learned from hearing that was a place to set your spawn, nothing more. Now, after 4 decades of sitting in that place, trying to fill it with what players thought were meaningful and getting that mailbox randomly, Bee finally understood what it meant as it sits down on its new soft nest in a room filled with things it actually enjoyed.)

(Home is a place you can feel truly safe in.)

(And that is what Bee and their pawns finally achieved for once in their strange lives.)

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@itlw-mailbox He is looking up right now 😔

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Ooc: too much investment into this silly blog LMAO, here's to a thousand more!

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.... It's getting worse ... Way worse ....

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(Bee doesn't seem to notice the sarcasm)

"Well, I found out what they were doing, that's why they hate me. It's all fun and games until your friend you've been manipulating for the past few years realizes you're a jerk, y'know?"

(Its chuckles turn nervous, looking into new code on the computer screen.)

Hello again It appears above them, sitting as if it were in a chair, even though its simply floating. Ive heard that youve found some...substance. I am fascinated by it, its as if its alive, as if its listening, perhaps even watching.

-█████████████ @watching-from-above

(Well, you tried. Some sort of weird magic teleports you to the entrance of the room instead of your target. Your words echo through the entrance, causing something in the dim light to look at you)

A voice echos back, slightly panicked.

"Uh, hello?! You scared the living nether out of me! Please don't do that again. Anyways, you're interested in the stuff. Right. As long as you can handle awkward explaining, come on in. You're a watcher anyways, so you can handle seeing my true self..."

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Ooc: this is literally how I became a thing LMAO 🤣 -List

(ooc: youve created a monster, im everywhere now)

-egg anon

( since my days absence, you’ve gotten into several mailboxes. revealed yourself. then made a blog. truly amazing what the mailbox verse brings out in us. 🫶💗 )

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"Creation is subjective. Well, everything is created, it's just who did it is subjective. It was most likely another watcher."

(Bee nods along)

"As for them wanting you to exist now? No clue, but I know my kin hates me with a passion."

Hello again It appears above them, sitting as if it were in a chair, even though its simply floating. Ive heard that youve found some...substance. I am fascinated by it, its as if its alive, as if its listening, perhaps even watching.

-█████████████ @watching-from-above

(Well, you tried. Some sort of weird magic teleports you to the entrance of the room instead of your target. Your words echo through the entrance, causing something in the dim light to look at you)

A voice echos back, slightly panicked.

"Uh, hello?! You scared the living nether out of me! Please don't do that again. Anyways, you're interested in the stuff. Right. As long as you can handle awkward explaining, come on in. You're a watcher anyways, so you can handle seeing my true self..."

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(Bee nods, craning its long neck to face you)

"Yep! Everything needs code to exist, even you. Modding is the creation of new code, texture packs are manipulation of pre-existing code, and data packs are a mix of both."

(Bee returns its gaze to the computer, which has finished restarting. This time, it displays unknown code. Bee takes a quick glance at it before pressing the text to speech button.)

"please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please- *click*"

(Bee just sighs)

"Damn you... No, I can't stop."

(Bee kicks the glitching bag, and the code disappears. It then places a new crystal on a pedestal, with new code appearing on the screen)

"Won't be the first time, wouldn't be the last."

Hello again It appears above them, sitting as if it were in a chair, even though its simply floating. Ive heard that youve found some...substance. I am fascinated by it, its as if its alive, as if its listening, perhaps even watching.

-█████████████ @watching-from-above

(Well, you tried. Some sort of weird magic teleports you to the entrance of the room instead of your target. Your words echo through the entrance, causing something in the dim light to look at you)

A voice echos back, slightly panicked.

"Uh, hello?! You scared the living nether out of me! Please don't do that again. Anyways, you're interested in the stuff. Right. As long as you can handle awkward explaining, come on in. You're a watcher anyways, so you can handle seeing my true self..."