#bee-ideas

[bee-ideas]

recent study shows that a hot bowl of soup is good for your mental health

recently a group of scientists slurp slurp

[cursedtrekedits]

“Captain’s log, supplemental: the Enterprise has encountered an alien life form who identified himself as ‘Ziggy’”

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[codeword-art]

Late night drawing of a small concept of @sweetest-honeybee greyscale Wally. Thought it'd be cool, and slightly funny, if he just hurls out his colors.

[rechicken-and-waffles]

Chaotix Café Shenanigans ☕

(I started this in 2022 but I didn't finish it for some reason but now it's done XD)

[ratrrriot]

Here's some fanart of “What was stolen”! My good friend @beeextraordinary123's medieval fantasy Sonamy fic that I've been reading 🦔⚔️👑

(Here's the snippet i based this painting on cuz I really like it!!):

and here are some doodles and small paintings to test designs !! ( note: these designs have been updated!!)

You can read the fic in AO3 , Just a heads up tho: Audience is teens and up and Amy and most of the characters are +20 yrs old in this fic,so while It doesn't have anything NSFW or explicit in it,some scenes are steamy.Thought i'll mention it in case that sort of thing makes anyone awkward and/or prefers to avoid it.

[sinn-bee]

Prologue (?) for my Dragon!SY AU ❤️

+silly bonus doodle

Thank you so much for all the love and support for this AU 🥹❤️ It’s rotting my brain at all times and I have so many thoughts and ideas for and about it 🥰

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: I Got You Brother

Danny has been in Gotham for a while after things went south with his parents. But that's what happens when one's parents are convinced by the G.I.W. that Phantom killed "Real Danny" and took his place as a way to fill his sick obsession of "being alive" which - they couldn't be further from the truth - but his parents were so convinced by the evidence that they refused to listen. Vlad expected Danny to go with him and when Danny refused it made part of him snap.

Danny fled from his parents, the GIW and Vlad in the dead of the night. No family, no friends, nobody knew where he was and that was how he liked it.

He lived at the cave with the bats but refused their offer to come upstairs. He knew who they were and that they were safe but he also knew that if he took one step onto that elevator they would be his family. They would be his family and he couldn't risk losing another family.

He thought that living in the cave would prevent any of them from getting attached. So quickly his schedule turned into a cycle of patrols. Start patrols, stop in for lunch, patrol until dinner, patrol until breakfast, patrol again until lunch. Repeat day in and day out.

He told the team he didn't need to sleep and told them that he was fully a 'Ghost' from another dimension. As many details as he could keep from them the better.

Or so he thought.

Until after nearly a week of these endless patrol things changed. A fight with a particularly powerful ghost had wiped him out and while he managed to stay on his feet when he tried to continue patrol his vision blurred and his transformation dropped.

And so did Danny.

Danny wasn't even aware somebody was tailing him until a thick rope wrapped around his wrist and stopped his fall. Danny swung, hitting the side of a building with a tired grunt as he looked up.

Orphan.

"New brother! Got you!" Orphan called down to him as Danny tried to get his powers to respond, desperate to do anything to protect Orphan who was sliding closer to the edge.

Spoiler showed up within seconds, grabbing Orphan's ankles just as Orphan went over the edge and Red Robin grabbed Spoiler around her ankles. Frantic shouting echoed as Nightwing grabbed Red Robin around his ribs, the weight threatening to pull them all over before Red Hood grabbed Nightwing.

Danny reached up, trying to grab the rope when another wrapped around his free wrist from next to them. Batman was there and by his side was Robin, also there to help Danny and the others up.

He hadn't wanted a family.

He had run from who he was and the ones he loved.

But he found more people to love him.

It wasn't until Signal showed up - having been alerted to the situation and called to the scene - that Danny let the tears drip down his face.

He was home.

[jasontoddsass]

To Gotham's elite, Red Hood is a dangerous murderer with a steadily growing criminal empire. He has no limits, he's unpredictable, and even Batman hesitates before stepping up to fight him.

To Gotham's underground? To it's poor and downtrodden, Red Hood is a guardian angel. He walks sex workers home at night. The minute a drug dealer even thinks about hanging out near a school, they've got a bullet through the knee. Red Hood fist-bumps the kids walking through crime ally and plays lookout when they run jobs. He's their protector, their Saint. Red Hood is their hero.

[hopefullyababe]

the girls... they are vibing n thriving...

the ladies. jusr vibing

[windkonig]

society has ingrained in all of us that bugs are bad and evil and scary and they Bite You for no reason and Sting You For Fun and I would like to challenge every single person that reads this to try to step back and challenge those thoughts. CHALLENGE that knee-jerk reaction to kill every bug you see. REALIZE that killing it doesn't have to be the answer. it's fine to not want bugs in your home. but I see so many people whose FIRST choice is to kill it, even though it'd be easy to just cup it and toss it outside. why?

one of the greatest things that got me over my extremely intense arachnophobia was knowledge. learning more about the thing I was afraid of made me realize, "oh, they're just little guys trying to get by too" and I stopped killing every spider I saw.

and it's like. no, that wasp didn't sting you for fun. it stung you because it felt scared or defensive. no, the spider in your shower isn't trying to kill you. spiders need water to live too.

you don't deem a scared dog/cat evil for biting you, do you? then why are we demonizing insects and spiders for feeling scared? they are so, so small and we are so large. they don't know anything about us, they're just trying to live life. they didn't know they built their web in a bad spot. they didn't know they built their nest next to your door. please, show some kindness to these tiny creatures. I understand you can't let infestations happen or wasps build in your walls, but whenever possible, try to put bugs in a cup and take them outside. yes, even wasps. even black widows. if you want tips for safely capturing bugs, I'm always around to ask.

also, to those who say things like, "x bug eats other pest bug, so they're okay" why? why does something have to benefit you to deserve to live? shouldn't all creatures have a chance at life, even if they're ugly, even if they don't benefit you, even if they do something you don't like? what gives you the right to decide to take the life of any animal just because ahhh it looked scary? please. all I ask is you try to be kinder. it's okay to be scared, it's not okay to pointlessly kill things.

[bee-ideas]

on all levels except physical i am small toy mouse that fits in your pocket and keeps you company when you're lonely on the bus

[mellowthorn]

Family cuddle

[bumblehoneybee]

Hello! I love your DogDay one shots, and I was wondering if you would be comfortable writing a DogDay x reader one shot, where Y/N was a smiling critter who was brought into the group as a Valentines special but quickly became popular, thus becoming a permanent member of the group. But, when he sees them again, Y/Ns face is mangled from CatNap? with the centermost area around the "eyes" having a large, jagged hole, thus leaving Y/N blind? Sorta like Roxy from fnaf security breach.

Sorry if it's too much qwq

Please Bee Mine Once More

Warning: descriptions of blood and gore

"Hi, everyone! Just buzzing by to say Happy Valentine's Day!"

You were a delight to have around. A silly little bee full of love and sweetness, not unlike their own Bobby Bearheart. You were only brought around to spice things up for the Valentine's Day special of their show, a new face with new things to teach and have the other critters learn.

"Here we have a red rose." You held up the bloom, similar to the one hanging from around your neck, and Dogday gave it a mighty sniff, sucking some of the petals right off. He blushed heavily, sputtering, but you just laughed. "A red rose means true, romantic love, passion, adoration!"

"Wow!" Bobby sang, taking the rose from you with a twirl of delight.

"But not all roses are red!" You continue, winking at the camera with a buzz of your wings. You pluck another rose from you rainbow bouquet, this one bright yellow. Kickin raced over to accept it from you. "This yellow rose has an entirely different meaning from the red one. Giving someone a yellow rose means you think of them as a good friend, maybe even a best friend!"

"Cool!" Kickin cheered, fist pumping with the flower clutched in his hand.

Dogday whined your name, head tilting once he had your attention. "What about orange?"

Your smile softened. "Orange roses mean enthusiasm," you offer the rose to Dogday, who takes it, tail wagging a mile a minute, "fascination, and desire. Kinda like a red rose, in a way!"

Dogday, too overwhelmed with excitement, gave a mighty lick to your cheek, knocking you over. The other critters all shouted his name in exasperation, and Dogday ducked his head. But you. . . you just laughed again.

With a flit of your heart-shaped wings, your floated to Dogday's side, rubbing your fuzzy cheek to his furry one. "It's okay, Dogday! I love you too!"

"Hooray!"

"What about me!?" Hoppy demanded next. "What about green roses!?"

Your debut episode sparked a major outcry from the child audience of the Smiling Critters show. So many children were so upset you were only there for one episode, so with careful planning and clever plots, you were worked into the shows main cast, becoming another part of the team.

It was perfect, and sent Dogday over the moon with joy to be able to spend every day by your side, helping children and teaching them kindness, happiness, and love. And flowers too.

But the happiness didn't last forever.

When the Hour of Joy struck, you and the other critters did all you could to protect the kids. You and Dogday ran about the chaos, snatching kids from the grips of wild plushes with sharp teeth, carrying them to safety in Home Sweet Home.

But in the midst of it all, at the height of the bloodshed and slaughter, you heard the cry of a child, one you practically raised yourself here at this rotten facility. Despite Dogday's begging, you ran off to find them, to bring them back to safety.

But you never returned.

Dogday scoured the Playcare, horrified of the carnage left in the wake of Catnap's rage, but you were gone. Disappeared. No matter how hard he searched, it was like you never existed. Even the cut out with your image and description was destroyed to unrecognizable pieces.

All Dogday had to remember you by was a rose, growing deep in the darkness of the dungeon where he was hung. A small red rose, his only company, his only solace from the pain and guilt of the blood on his hands, for so, so long.

When the angel finally came, they didn't listen to his cries and begging. They ignored his pleas for them to run, instead freeing him from his bindings, and carrying him out of the dungeons, into safety. They tended his wounds, patched him up, and took him to where Poppy and Kissy were safely tucked away from Catnap's view.

And there, hidden in the synthetic clouds, he saw a glimpse of a withered rose.

You were mostly silent, sat on the edge of the risen platform, facing the endless sprawl of the mangled Playcare. But when Dogday called your name, relief rendering him manic with glee, you turned.

And Dogday saw what had become of you that fateful hour he lost you.

Your face. . . Dogday almost felt like he got off easy, compared to the way your face was ripped apart. Your eyes, the sockets that held them, were ripped to shreds, rendering your head a gaping hole of blackness. Your mouth was luckily fine, and you could still hear, but your sight was no doubt destroyed.

Dogday crawled to your side, watching the broken antennae atop your head twitch as they sensed him. He whined, nuzzling into you, but you. . .

You just laughed.

"I'm so happy you're okay." You said through soft giggles. Your wings, ripped and useless, fluttered against your back how they always did when you were happy or excited.

Dogday's tail thumped loudly against the metal floor. "Me too. I'm. . . so relieved you're still alive, honeybee."

You curled over him, kisses peppered onto his head, and Dogday made you a silent promise. You both would leave here, together, and you'd never be apart again.

Dogday would follow the angel into the prototype's lair, they'd kill the damn monster together, and then you'd all be free.

And then maybe he could find you some flowers, red roses and orange ones too.

[tears-of-xion]

@generalluxun

Sooo....I was answering your ask and then saved it to my drafts...and tumblr seems to have eaten it. :/

But! I have finished one of the color palette requests! #90 - Anxiety, with Chloe Bourgeois as the character of choice!

With the palette being called 'anxiety', I of course decided to go with Chloe angst. Because I love drawing Chloe angst.

(and i'm glad you've been having fun with femslashfeb! no worries, i have no expectations for when the fanfic you mentioned would be complete, i'm just happy that my art gave you some inspiration!)

Color palette used is from this post !

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Please do not use or re-post my artwork without my permission. Thank you!   (reblogs, however, are welcome and appreciated)

I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, nor it’s characters. All rights to their owners.

[peachghosts]

 danielaspielberger