#honeycomb oc

[poorlemons]

taps mic

centaur michael

[raystarkitty]

A gift for GreenHamster on Furaffinity ^w^

[luridon]

Honeycomb

If the height of happiness means death, then he's died a thousand happy, mundane ends by your hand

♡characters: yandere!bee x fem!courier!reader

♡warnings: MINORS DNI, blood, murder, victim-blaming, bugs, this may or may not be some alien/fae thing or just a supremely odd concubine sorta dude who thinks in bee metaphors of all things, MINORS DNI

♡notes: I was gonna put yandere!drone but that could have set false expectations of a robot. This is not about robots this is about bees, no explicit smut but questionable vibes abound, why do I keep writing about bugs

♡w/c: 900+ | ♡masterlist♡

He's harmless.

Something soft and tender, a lover who hasn't known anything but such a life. Something raised precious, given a large room and the sweetest, choicest food. He never learned how to work, beyond the lightest tasks. He never had to. He was supposed to find a queen, and he was to die as he lay with her.

He was born too late for that.

Winter came, and he was cast out by his kin. The sisters that fed and raised him now sent him to die. He would be a burden to the hive otherwise. When he tried to return, they threw him out again. When he tried once more, they chewed away his wings, the only way he had ever been of help to anyone, even if it was a mere task of casting a breeze for his kin.

He was born too late to die happy, and so he would die by the cold, abandoned for being too soft, too tender, too useless, even if he was raised as such, even if he never had a choice but to be so.

He cannot work. He cannot fight. He only knows how to be pretty, and even that has been ruined by the scars from his forceful exile.

He's harmless, so you take him in.

You're a traveler, a messenger, a courier for messages that require the utmost secrecy. In the lull between delivering the words of the elite, you find your pleasures in the pretty sights you see in your travels, and in mundane messages between the common folk.

He is something small and light. It is not difficult to take him with you to southern lands, away from his cold kingdom. You share with him your modest fare, your warmth on cold nights, your words until he understands them, though his mouth cannot quite form your language.

He's a pretty thing with big, dark eyes and soft fur. He's a clever thing, quick to learn, to understand. He is useful the moment he can be, a watchman on dark nights, with his glimmering gaze and the knife you gave him. His frame, thin and frail from the elements and his abandonment, fills out under your care, and he grows to tower over you, and help you carry your heavier loads.

He is useful, isn't he? He is. He has to be, or you will tire of him, and cast him aside.

He will work. No matter the burden or trial or task, he will succeed or die trying. You say you have no such burdens, but he vows it all the same, with his odd, chittering tongue.

He will bite. He will fight with fang and the stinger you gifted him. He will rend and tear until nothing remains of whatever beast may come, and bring you the spoils so that you can praise him for his good work.

He will be soft and pretty if that's what you prefer, something soft and warm to hold onto when the day is long and hard, and you'd like more of a pet than a person to soothe your strife.

It must be his nature that he prefers the last of these. That despite however much he thinks he may have grown from what fate had for him, what he likes best is to be held close by you-

How could he not adore you though? You who saw such a useless creature and deigned to give him the time to learn. How could he not think you as anything but worthy of all his paltry love? You are his wings, his sun, his queen, and he thinks sometimes, of how he was meant to die in the peak of bliss, but that even a peaceful moment just by your side is something that he revels in far beyond any memory of his indulgent youth. If happiness is death then he has died a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand times since you found him, from every moment that he is in your presence, your stern care and steadfast patience that pushed him to change.

It has to mean something, doesn't it? That you have built him up into such a being, a creature strong and capable, that you crafted him with such a heart that beats for you alone. All he is, then, all he does, then, is something born from your own doing, to turn him into this.

Whatever he breaks could only be so destroyed because you fed him until he was strong. Whatever he builds could only stand because you encouraged him to learn. Whether his hands are dyed red by beast or man, they are offerings to the one who pressed the dagger into his palm.

If you end up alone and trapped, unable to use the legs you loved to travel with nor see the sights you so adored, if you can do nothing but drown in the sweetness that you drew out from him, are you not in a cell of your own creation?

He was only a harmless thing until you took him, and helped him become more.

Perhaps your patience will wear thin before then. Perhaps you will strike him with your own present, tear yourself away from him like his wings once were, banish him from sight and cast him out of your warmth and into the cold again-

But even if you choose to end his life, why wouldn't he be glad to die at your hand? Why wouldn't it be his greatest joy to give you even a little happiness through the only thing he can give?

After all, his life was already yours to take, and he was always meant to perish by his love for his queen.

♡ a/n: Shout out to @monstermunchmurder whose tags and replies and asks have single-handedly given me the motivation work on some wips I had for this blog. Um. Hope you don't mind being tagged on the bee one?

[ask-crescent-crescendo]

I found the W.I.P file of the failed group picture from last year, only Crescendo and Opal were drawn then. Even though there is an error on Crescendo (Her hair is too short-) I decided to finally finish it by drawing some random ponies there.

Opalescent Daydream and Party Trick are from @idreamofopaline / @vaderssolace who also designed the red pony though she is my character.

[draw-to-live]

Art Trade for Kioku_Blue on Toyhou.se of their boy Ambrosia!^^

[cnsys]

sighs. kicks a little sand

[nohh-r]

sploon☆

[ponku-po]

Honeycomb - Moozua @moozua

[melix2808]

¿Did you know Rob and Donatello 2012 share the SAME voice actor in the latin american dub? :DD

Yeeeeah, i just wanted to find an excuse to upload this draw.

Also, I'm not a big fan of Apritello, but I still wanted to draw Emma as April, idk- 🤷‍♀️

[honeycomb-hachi]

On the behalf of Mr. Compress (@marbled-magician), he will be out of commission for a bit. Do not worry, he is okay!

[poorlemons]

theyre hanging out- michael looks more normal bc he's scaring the public with reflections, as one does. shitty handwriting transcription: Gerry: You're a headache to talk to, you know that? Michael: Mhm!

[raystarkitty]

Funny rodent squad! 🐹

[ppenguinpperson]

I AM A WRITHING, WRIGGLING, NEST! I'M A CONTORTED SPIDER'S WEB!

the web belongs to @simcardiac-arrested :)

[alyayo228]

HERE WE AREEE! <3

I came to you with another portion of handwriting.))

BEHOOLD!

SUGAR HONEYCOMB COOKIE!

My old oc from 2021, haha X)

Honestly, I don't know what clicked into my head then, since I created it... But she's pretty cute, I love her! ☺️

Oh annnd...

She got a girlfriend!! <33

NEEDLE COOKIE!

But it doesn't belong to me, but to my friend, thanks to him, hehe! X3

I love them sm :)

[miqotepotatoe]

Some casual ninja + samurai (and couples)

Lucy (with cole) is my oc

Riana (with lloyd) is @this-side-of-paradisee oc

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hmmm... what if I make some platonic yandere oc gems for a Gem AU? No canon characters, X-Men don't have have be involved in this one, just Reader, original platonic yandere gem characters, and a whole reimagined gem Homeworld, Gempire, and a new Diamond Authority. Maybe it is about time i try OC yans...

Ye or no? I'm open to ideas!

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @vivid-bun @roxanndrummond