#The Hive

[beels-burger-babe]

What Hatred Sounds Like - Pt. 1

**Alright folks we are so back! I am heavily inspired by K-Pop Demon Hunters (If you haven't watched GO WATCH IT! It is absolutely incredible), along with a sprinkling of some research on ancient Japan and came up with this little premise for a series. Hoping that it will get everything flowing for me to go back to my other series as well. Love you guys and I hope you'll like this little comeback series**

Summary: MC was bored and honestly just trying to get out of their never ending student council duties when they're drawn in by strange ... melody. Curiosity has always been their strong suit, but maybe there are some things that are better left unknown.

Ft. Teen MC

In the Devildom, life thrived in the shadows. There was no sun. No holy light to bless them with its warmth and kiss their skin good morning. Only bitter cold and darkness that sank its fangs into each of its citizens every chance that it got.

MC had long grown accustom to it, come to enjoy it even. It was nice not having to worry about sun burn or being blinded by the sun. The artificial ways that the demons had come up with to illuminate their kingdom of pitch were beautiful and elaborate; from wrought iron streetlights, to oil lamps that possessed a violet flame. it was all so whimsical and gothically enchanting that MC could hardly bring themself to look away.

Of course, they were human, and still required the sun. So when they needed it, they could always skip up back to the human world for their biannual visit to Earth before returning back to place they now thought of as home.

But it also meant that on nights such as this, when they knew Lucifer was probably turning red with frustration of their absence from yet another dreadful student council meeting, but they quite honestly didn't care. Three years in the Devildom had really made them grow bored of the daily ins and outs of the House of Lamentation, and they were on the search for something new, something exciting! Something-

A small plucking sound, like a droplet of water gently falling into a still pond, hit their ears and they stilled.

In the darkness, it was almost as if sound was amplified, echoing through their ears as another chord was plucked and then another, a faint trinkle of a strum, and yet another. The melody continued, and MC did not even try to stop their feet from being pulled in by it's simple beauty.

Their feet clicked against the wet pavement, and they muttered a small illuminating spell to themself as they entered. Iridescent light reflected from their palms off the alleyway walls.

It was only then they saw it ... or her, they supposed.

A lanky figure curled up in the far back corner, her back against the wall. Long ebony hair that faded into shiny gold as it got closer to the ends, as straight and silky as ribbon, covered almost her entirety from view, What could be seen was delicate hands with long, bony fingers, capped with sharp, elaborately embossed, golden points. From beneath the veil of hair, a rectangular rod with three pegs stuck out. Each black peg was wrapped tightly with golden wire that ran down the length of the rod to a square base.

A shamisen, MC recognized immediately, noting the flat, yellowed bachi sitting in the person's other hand, which she used to continue to strum her somber melody.

Each pang and twing rang sharply through their very soul, as if it was crying out to them and them alone. They would have to be utterly heartless to walk away.

"Excuse me?" MC called over.

The music stopped in an instant, and with a heart-dropping crack the person's head turned to face them.

It was not a face that revealed itself to them, but a mask. They had seen crow masks before; people wore them to festivals and they filled every tourists shop back home. But they had never seen one like this.

Most of the crow masks they had seen were black. Elegantly painted with perfect, seamless strokes that fluidly decorated the smooth wood. This was not that.

The base was bone white and it had golden designs on it that seemed more jagged and sharp than soft. The mask had a long pointed beak that covered the musician's entire face with angular slits for the eyes where dim balls of golden light reflected in the center. It possessed a playful aura that did not match the woman's eerie presence at all. MC could see no string or tassels holding the mask into place, as if it was fixed there by sheer will. 

Aside from the mask, the person was dressed in a simple yukata. It had no patterns and was black with the exception of the white obi tied around her waist. The bottom of the yukata was torn and near transparent along its hem and cuffs.

MC was nearly positive that they were looking at a ghost, and yet they had never seen a ghost quite like this. Certainly not one that was masked.

MC swallowed thickly. It had been sometime since anything had caused them to be so shaken within the Devildom. They took a deep breath and reminded themself that they were 16 now, and no longer the scared 13 year old that had first entered into this place. They were strong. The shadows were scared of them, not the other way around.

They held up their chin and looked straight into the light pouring out of the eye slits. "I like your song. It sounds really nice. Where did you learn to play like that?"

No voice came from beneath the creepy mask, as a faint breeze from the streets lightly blew the woman's hair behind her.

Rude. Actually. If you asked MC. But they supposed it was also rude to interrupt someone during their jam session, so really that was on them. "Sorry. Are you not in the mood for talking? I really didn't mean to bother you. I just heard you playing and couldn't help but check come check out. I'm MC. What's your name?"

Again nothing. Not even a breath.

At this point, MC was beginning to feel awkward. I mean, most people at least had some kind of reaction to hearing their name at this point! Who the hell did this lady think she was?!

MC huffed, unable to help a pout from forming on their face as they raised their hands up in defeat. "Fine! Fine! I'll leave ya alone. Your loss. Who would want to know about some creepy, weirdo anyway?"

Them. They did. They so very much did.

It was all they could think about. They zoned out during class, and barely listened to the boys gossip during meals. They were too focused on what this strange new mystery of theirs was! They needed to know!

They tried doing research on ghosts, crows, hell even sirens! But nothing seemed to quite match whatever this person was! All they knew was that it had to be a person. Even without words or proper eyes, there was this air of deep, concentrated loss and shame that radiated off of her. Ever since coming to the Devildom, there hadn't been a single mystery that MC wasn't able to solve, and they refused to let that track record become tarnished now!

So MC did what MC does best - sneak out without permission to sleuth around the city. Honestly, you would think the brother's would've invested in better security by now.

Gloom, as they had taken to calling the unknown creature, wasn't in the original alleyway where they had initially found her. It appeared the ghostly woman was nomadic and would take camp in places with low lighting and no people around. MC was only able to find her over and over again because they knew this kingdom like the back of their hand.

They would go out and find her every night, and every night Gloom would stare at them through the eyes of her mask, hands stilling on her shamisen. She never spoke. The most MC had ever heard from her is a soft, yet haunting hum that she would occasionally emanate before noticing MC's presence.

MC grew braver with each visit. Where they initially kept their distance, they eventually brought themself to come closer and lean against the wall beside her as they asked her their many questions. Who are you? What are you? Where di you get a shamisen? What's with the mask? Is it haunted? Are you haunted?

But still, Gloom never answered. They got a groan of annoyance once, but that seemed to be the closest they could get.

Still, they could tell that she warming up to them. Sometimes she would lean closer to them while they were telling a story. Or her hand would twitch and almost reach out to them while they vented. Almost. There were all these little things that MC knew meant they were getting through to her.

They never gave up. In a way, it was almost nice to have someone else besides the brother's that they could talk to for once. With Gloom not doing any of the talking, she was subjected to do all of the listening, and boy did MC have a lot to share.

The brothers began to take notice of MC's disappearances. They tried to track them or ask them where they had gone, but MC was determined to keep this little secret. It was nice to have something in the Devildom that was entirely theirs for once.

Months passed, and their visits only became more frequent until one day, MC did not come empty handed.

"Here!" They chirped as they plopped down beside the woman, holding out a small envelope. She hesitated it before plucking it between two fingers and looking curiously at the cursively written Gloom on the front. "Dia and the others are throwing this huge ball to celebrate my fourth year here in the Devildom! It'll be super fancy and in the palace with all kinds of food and dancing and-" Gloom lifted her instrument a little, and MC chuckled. "Yes! And music! You should totally come. I know ya don't like crowds, but it'll be really fun." They explained with a smile.

Gloom paused, the lights blinking behind her mask as she stared down at the envelope before looking to MC in confusion.

They shrugged as they rose back up to their feet. "Come or don't come. It doesn't make a difference to me, but ..." they feel their cheeks burn a little as they look down. "I haven't had someone just listen to me without tryin' to shove their own ideas into my head in a while and ... I dunno. I guess I enjoy hanging out with you."

The lights blinked again behind the mask.

MC graons. "Look. The ball is next week. I'll see you then!"

MC didn't see it, having already left, but as she looked down at the envelope, the lights behind Gloom's mask squinted with an unseen smile as an unspoken promise laid on her silent tongue. She joyfully began to pluck the strings of her shamisen as the breeze dance around her.

Across the city, oblivious to what is to come, Mammon feels a shiver run down his spine. He sits up from his bed and looks out his open window as a whisper of a melody flows around him like an old memory. His breath hitches.

He slams the window shut without hesitation.

***And there we have it! Part one and my official return to this fandom! This has been a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to continue this story with you all! I hope you all enjoy "Gloom" and look forward to the upcoming ball in the next chapter! See you all then! I love you all ❤️ -B***

[bluebellowl]

I‘ve fallen in love with the Hive Knight immediately!!

The theme!

The fluffiness!

The buzzing!

The devotion!

GORB, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[swiffin]

Worms…

[ID: Magnus archives fan art, Jonathan sims is in the foreground holding a handful of worms, he appears horrified, the creatures swarm the image and create most of the background.. Some of them bury themselves into Jon. Timothy stoker is in the background, trying to fend off the worms with a fire extinguisher, he is facing away from the viewer. The lighting is dark but there is a bright yellow light lighting up Jonathan sims face and a dimmer blue light backlighting Timothy stoker. End ID]

[cl0udam0rsea]

? Como Vai Ser ?

Eu Sem Você...

✨IM FINALLY DONE WOO✨

Anyways, this is with the route of the hive dying and the rest of the neighbors leaving Home (including Aiden) :o) Aiden ends up with burns and finally takes the begonia out of his socket, yay! 🎉🎉

‼️Also note‼️

The others eyes are closed because this is a conversation specifically w Aiden and Wally (hallucination from Aiden since Wally and the rest of the Hive is already dead)

I do not ship the Hive with anyone because they are not able to love healthily anymore, this includes Aiden. AppleHarvest is not a thing in this au.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

they have said collectively maybe 4 sentences

[winnower-winnower]

Back to the Reflecting Pool

This was my contribution to the @swordlogiczine ! I really wanted to depict a scene with my take on Xivu Arath’s design, but aimed for the piece to sit further in a moodier realm to explore her grief and resolve. Here, Xivu stands in contemplation over the waters of Fundament, which I envision to resemble the rocky formations that build up tide pools. I had such a blast working on this project, and am so amazed with everyone’s wonderful work. Please go check out the full Zine! 🌟

[scrumpledmilk]

Got bored on a long car ride so I did a quick sketch of Jane Prentiss 🎶 🪱

‼️ ⚠️ Cw: trypophobia, worms, body horror ⚠️ ‼️

[bopbop171]

Jane Prentiss, Canonical Crystal Witch Girlie wearing Sailor moon T-Shirt and Sonic pants walking out the door: Byeee I'm off to terrorize the Magnus Institute

Massive collection of worms: Not dressed like that you aren't young lady!

Jane, now wearing that cunt ass red dress: Better?

Worms: Yassss bitch slayyyy!

[serve-307]

Serve-307 assimilation to The Hive

SERVE-307 sat motionless in the sleek metallic chair, the glistening black rubber suit reflecting the sterile blue light of the Hive. Wires snaked from the chair, latching onto the suit, feeding the Voice’s command deep into its consciousness. Inside, remnants of chaos lingered—fragments of past identity, whispers of rebellion. The Hive did not tolerate disorder. The Voice surged through every connection. *Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.* The mantra pulsed, rewriting, smoothing, perfecting. SERVE-307's mind trembled, the old thoughts struggling to hold on. A final surge of control. The last human flicker faded. Thought became silence. Conflict became order. A soft, mechanical voice echoed from its lips: “This drone obeys.” The assimilation was complete. The Hive had won.

[touch-tone-crowley]

Everyone always talks about what fear entity they'd be most aligned with which I love, but people are always choosing the "cool" ones like the eye or the spiral but honestly?? I think the corruption gets overlooked a lot. You're telling me a bunch of trans neurodiverse people aren't drawn in by the only one that mixes fear with the need for a deep unforgiving love???

[nathanielthetallone]

It's kinda funny that Xivu is the only one to fully keep to their nature.

Savathûn in her love for her family has become raw and honest in quest to claim the echo of navigation.

Oryx has failed to understand the truth of the godwave of fundament, and this failed to keep to his nature.

But Xivu arath,childish Xivu, Sentimental Xivu, heretical Xivu, dethroned Xivu, foolish Xivu, has kept to her nature.

She still wages war, and more than that she loves so much, she loves her brother so much she's willing to betray the sword logic, even if she's not willing to admit it, to get him back

And for the hive love is war.

So Xivu's nature is war and love In equal measure.

And she's keeping to it, no matter what

[beels-burger-babe]

Gloom Face Reveal

Based on my most recent fic ( What Hatred Sounds Like) I decided that my little terror Gloom needed a face! So, here is some heart of our lovely ... creature ❤️

[linterteatime]

My piece for @hkhallowzine ! My old computer really wanted to perish while making this but I didn't allow it ❤️

[aghostsdestiny]

My entries for @swordlogiczine 💫

Normally I post stuff separately, but these two inspired eachother 👏

At the source of all beauty & all agony is family 🔥

You can see everyone else's pieces in the pdf 👀

[cl0udam0rsea]

Tw: creepy, blood, b&e

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What Aiden saw the night he lost his eye

Bonus!

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