#I am here for the Bees

[almea]

I watched the Justice League movie before work this morning and it was so fun!

All the Bee stuff was so cute and I loved that they were like "Yes, Blake and Yang will be sticking together for most of the movie, what of it? You already know they're in love."

Yang's expression when the elevator door opened and she saw Blake was just so precious. So was Blake only saying Yang's name again. Very Beeunion 1.0 of her.

Jealous Blake was everything I wanted because it wasn't a big thing with a ton of focus, it was just Blake remembering Yang has eyes and not being used to her paying attention to anyone else. It wasn't outright nasty like Renora was, which does make sense with it taking place during volume 7.

Both of these idiots were blushing after Blake was like "We didn't get along at first, but now..." Which did also feel like Blake making sure Diana had an idea where their relationship stood.

The rest of the talk on the airship was really good and I love how much Yang feels for Blake. I don't know if they would revisit it in part 2, but it could be very sweet if they did.

Blake was so fucking cool in the air fight. Loved the Bees' gay "touching hands with glass between them."

Blake knowing how to ride a motorcycle is amazing and I'm going to believe Yang taught her. They should have let Yang use Bumblebee instead of the generic bikes. I want to see Bumblebee again.

I loved Weiss just randomly being good with computers. Like, I'm pretty sure that's not an established trait of hers, but it seems like they needed someone from the Remnant side to understand their world's technology and it landed on her. It does work pretty well though.

After volume 9 the leadership stuff with Ruby made me very "Please, leave her alone."

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Mon Loup

Please send help, Wenclair has taken over my brain.

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[pommedepersephone]

Being a long time Neil fangirl, when Crowley showed up in heaven and gave his little spiel about bees, I knew right away it was a reference to this line in the book -

Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you're in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact.

In the book, it is a reference to the Horsepeople making their way into the Tadfield Airbase to fuck shit up. But. BUT. I keep thinking about this. See, the Horsepeople didn't sneak in. Yes, they wore a disguise, but they literally rolled right up to the front gate and flashed their fake badges with their fancy high ranking titles and were granted access freely.

That isn't what Crowley did - he slunk in with his slutty little disguise and bouncy tip toed past everyone.

But you know who did just walk up to the proverbial gates of heaven with his shiny new title and waltzed right in?

[theminecraftbee]

Joel turns around. Martyn is standing there. His eyes are a burning red that gives Joel the heebie-jeebies. If anyone would know to be scared, it's Joel! He would! He'd recognize a mad dog if he saw one anywhere!

Anyway, all of that is to say that his high-pitched scream had been totally justified. "Oh my word Martyn what are you doing here?" he says, clutching his hand over his heart, several feet further back than he'd been thirty seconds ago.

Martyn snorts. "Is the sign not for me? Figured there was no one else it could be for."

"The what?"

"The sign."

Joel turns around. Outside his base, the other Mounders have hung a helpful banner: "SORRY EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS DEAD <3".

He'd told them it was kind of rude, hanging that up. Sort of made light of the whole thing, really. His wife and Mumbo and Jimmy had died, guys, don't be idiots about it. Bdubs had loudly told him that he was TRYING to be helpful, Joel, geez, why don't you appreciate his efforts? Pearl had shrugged and said they don't exactly make cards for this kind of thing. Joel's pretty sure they do, actually but...

Sorry everyone you love is dead. Hah.

"My wife is dead, Martyn," Joel says.

"Who, Lizzie or Jimmy?" Martyn says, weirdly dark. "Anyway, my husband's dead, so--"

"Your what?"

"Mumbo and I got married one time. Everyone forgets that for some reason."

Joel has to think about it a while. "Huh."

"Yeah. Anyway, you've still got the other Mounders, huh? Don't know what you're crying about. Thought the sign had to be for me. Thought I'd show up. Get cake. Kill some people. You know how it is."

"If there's a TNT minecart in my base, the first thing I do after I turn red is kill you," Joel says.

"That's not really how it works this time," Martyn says.

"Yeah, well, screw you," Joel says. "Also, they didn't make me any cake. I should ask them for that next. Hah. A cake."

"You know, maybe don't ask for that? Parties tend to go wrong in this game."

"And who's fault is that, huh?"

"Hey, don't look at me! Or, do. Since I'm going to kill everyone, on account of everyone I love being dead and all. Really convenient excuse for murder, that. I should use it more often, if it didn't involve the crippling grief," Martyn says.

"Oh, please. At least you tend to have people to love in the first place," Joel snaps.

"Oh, right, that is your curse, isn't it?" Martyn says. "Sorta broke it last time, but you do tend to get isolated and a bit crazy. Hey, I wonder if we're the ones who traded, actually what with the whole wolf thing."

Joel blinks. "What?"

"Oh, we're all cursed," Martyn says. "After all, They like it better that way. Hey, do you think Jimmy's curse transferred to Lizzie, got cancelled out by the fact Lizzie tends to die stupidly, or got broken? Personally, I'm thinking random fluke, when it comes to canary nonsense."

Joel stares at Martyn. His throat is dry. "What?"

Martyn stares back. "Hey, I'm the mad dog this time," Martyn says. "You probably shouldn't be the one growling."

"Well then, you should stop saying stupid shit," Joel says.

"Stupid? Please. It's obvious everyone is cursed. Nothing to be done about it but to play into the--"

"NO ONE IS BLUMIN' CURSED," Joel shouts, his vision suddenly red and blurry in a way it shouldn't be when he's still on yellow. "NO ONE IS BLUMIN' CURSED. THERE'S NO SUCH THING! YOU'RE JUST, JUST MAKIN' UP REASONS IT ISN'T ALL A TRAGEDY THAT EVERYONE I LOVE IS FUCKING DEAD, MAKING UP REASONS THAT IT--NO ONE IS CURSED! IT JUST HAPPENS! IT JUST HAPPENS! IT JUST FUCKING HAPPENS! AND WOULDN'T IT BE BLUMIN' NICE IF THERE WERE A HIGHER POWER BUT THERE ISN'T SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT CURSES!"

He's panting. Martyn is staring at him. He stares back, a snarl on his teeth, the echoes of wolves and of grief, grief, grief, grief playing at the back of his throat.

"Joel?" Martyn says, hesitant.

"My wife is fucking dead. My best friend is fucking dead. One of my new possible best friends is fucking dead. Sorry about your husband, I guess? Get out."

"Bold thing to say to the guy who can kill--"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

Martyn stares at Joel a moment longer, and Joel finds he's not scared of the madness in his eyes at all.

Martyn leaves.

Joel realizes he's crying. The tears turn into giant, ugly sobs. Sorry everyone you love is dead. Sorry everyone you love is dead. Sorry everyone you love is dead.

"I blumin' hate caring about people," he says to no one at all through choked breaths, and he kicks a rock at the banner for good measure. It pokes a little hole through it and bounces off the dick-shaped tower behind it.

"Someone really should have made both of us a blumin' cake, they should," he says next, and he sits down until Pearl runs over, having heard the shouting. His face is red and his vision is still swimming. She stares at him, gathers him in her arms, and cries with him, and for the life of him, he doesn't know if that's any better.

[kyonshi-8610]

lifes fleetin do whteve yu want & die 2be a buttrfly aftrwrds

Ta p in to no blurry

[themosttenderestofbees]

[apnourry]

it was hot at work, i was hot at work, i forget the rest

[cozylittleartblog]

my Other upcoming washi tape: bees

[elodieunderglass]

in his delicious materials, do you have any thoughts about what chilchuck's daughters' daemons/bee's sons are like? Is puckpatti's even settled yet?

(In reference to His Delicious Materials: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56658973/chapters/144024799)

Bee’s boys - Sangwine, Pantoufle and Eglantine - gave her an absolute run for her money to raise, although given how much they worked away from home in the early years, she left most of the logistics to her wife, a mouse daemon. As a result she and Chilchuck would come home to “do some parenting while you’re here, why don’t you” and incredibly tricky and complex grievances and disciplinary problems, lots of “Bee will hear about this when she’s home!” Which didn’t set her up for much success, in retrospect.

Bee was an impatient and often angry young parent, but tried her best, made an effort to educate herself, and was exceedingly good at carrying her sons around by the scruffs of their necks, which was good - since they all all liked being absolutely unsuitable and enormous things, like ferrets, for a lot of the time in their wild youth. She wasn’t always the bad cop, but they all had very few models of Effective Parenting growing up, so she wasn’t as good then as she would be at it now.

Pantoufle’s the only one who is likely to give Bee grandchildren in her lifetime, but he’s also a little nightmare, so she doesn’t have much hope. Pan isn’t so good at the daemon’s role of “externalising the human’s voice of conscience.” He is, instead, evidence that their middle child has no conscience whatsoever. He has zero moral fiber and criminal instincts.

They are all long, long since settled.

I have no idea what forms they are, though. Literally was not planning on it ever being relevant. I am doing a 65k commission gift fic over the summer and MOVING ON, I said.

Then ended up having a conversation in the comments where it was like . Oh no. The political implications of being the only weasel daemon in your village. that could be genuinely rather funny. Oh no. What if there was a social landslide as a result of Bee settling, with large political implications swirling around, and it’s genuinely Just Some Awkward Scruffy Tall Guy And His Weasel Soul Who Are Pretty Oblivious To It All, and you turn around and suddenly your people’s daemon pool is completely changed in a generation??? Hilarious. Self-indulgent. Nothing to do with any given canon whatsoever, literally just playing in a sandbox. Someone should write that.

And then the baby didn’t sleep for a few nights in a row (oh no):

[beesorcery]

🍄 🍂 fungal queen 🪸🍄

(now with a matching hardwon)

[snuey-o]

* BEE I AM COMING FOR YOU!!!! Anyway, I almost went to bed without checking my emails, BUT I DIDN'T, AND READ THE UPDATE!!!!! It's 6 am and here's some quick Fanart for Chapter 18 of The Cursebreaker by @rebornofstars. I did take some liberties with the setting, but something about Four taking the reigns from Wind did something to me. They're so important to me!!!!!! Also, Just the duo with no lighting under the cut!

* you know I always wondered why something threw me off with Wind's shield—That's not the actual design of the wooden shelf in-game. For a second, I thought I was going crazy because I SWORE Four and Wind had the same shield; they do, but LU design-wise they don't. Also—I streamed the entire piece on the LU Discord! If you ever wanna see me draw, I usually stream there!

[thunderxleafart]

Some smaller doodles for you all to close out pride month! <3

I thought it'd be fun to draw the trains with coloured smoke, so why not make the smoke pride colours? xD I was originally gonna include these as bonus doodles with the previous Bill and Ben piece, but I ended up putting more time into it then I thought I would, so here it is now!

My HC sexualities/romantic preferences (since they're trains LOL); Duck is gay, Donald is Bi (and incredibly proud of it!), and since I couldn't help myself, I also drew my favourite Bees who are both Aroace! :D

Also yes I am an absolute sucker for Donald x Duck (or 8 x 9 ??). ;;

The no-nonsense type Duck with his laidback Scottish bf Donald just makes me so happy, and seeing them be silly and laugh together aGH!! They play off each other so, so well, and I love it!! <3

But yeah! That's pretty much it!

Now I'm off to frantically prepare for ArtFight just as it's about to start because ofc I waited until the last minute to do so! xD

So enjoy! <3 And one last Happy Pride to all!! Enjoy some proud/gay trains LOL

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Duck, Donald, Bill & Ben (c) TTTE

Art (c) Me! <3

[theminecraftbee]

Tango arrives early to Cleo's clocktower village, just in time to see them muttering about washing the last of the blood out of the cottages. Something about it being important that the blood only come from the most recent game, for atmosphere? He's not sure he gets it, but it sure gives him a thought.

"Hey Cleo, do you ever think we have, like, a problem?" Tango asks.

"Yes, all the time," Cleo says instantly. "But, for the sake of argument, about what?"

"Well, Grian said he might miss your death game on account of planning for his own death game being in a critical period right now, right," Tango says. "We're both in both of these. Also, you only just got me to show up after I spent a year and a half building my own death game, which all of you have also been playing religiously."

"Tango, the only thing I've known you for longer than death games is iron farms, and you told me at the start of the season that you were getting bored of those."

Tango sighs. "They're too easy now. There's no thrill."

"See? Can't go having a crisis of faith now," Cleo says.

"What? No, Decked Out Two is my Mona Lisa. I'm not considering closing it or anything. I'm just, you know. Suddenly realizing we might all like murder a bit too much here?"

Cleo shrugs. "I mean, I'm a zombie. Pretty sure this is restraint when it comes to the undead. Now, you lot, I don't have an excuse for you, but frankly it's the least concerning thing about this server, so who cares?"

Tango considers that for a moment. He had only left the dungeon early because, for some reason, Joe, Gem, Pearl, Scar, and Doc had decided to put on a ravager funeral. It had somehow, despite being a funeral, descended into dick jokes. He's pretty sure they're still making them.

He considers his original thought.

"Yeah, you know what, you're right. Question retracted."

Cleo nods in a 'well there you go' way and returns to muttering about blood and proper aesthetics. Tango decides to offer advice. As he'd just pointed out, he knows a thing or two about that too.

[bee-snail]

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[kinokoshoujoart]

the coolest kids in forgotten valley!!☆

(…it seems there may have been a stretch of time where rock and lumina were the only kids in forgotten valley…🥲)

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[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

💥Shiva Yvaine

My beloved dnd character thinking about how she misses her wife💥