#cw bees

[stimstabbaskotch]

Queenie March -- Legends of Avantris (Icebound)

"Miss March, if you're nasty."

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[egoist-moodboards]

•●• Bachira nightlight moodboard •●•

☆ requested by 🦝 anon ☆

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♡ requests are open ♡

[moxtoons]

Just got back from vacation and couldn't help but admire the little friends we saw during our visit💛

[battlecatstims]

a nightcat x monk stimboard with bees, honey, sunsets, and mushrooms please! thank you :]

nightcat x monk stimboard with bees, honey, sunsets and mushrooms for @alleycatscrimes !!

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[arconinternet]

Beetris (In-browser, DOS, Simsalabim Software, 1992)

Swedish hexagonal Tetris. You can play it in your browser here.

[im-not-just-physical]

🐝BABY BEES!!🐝🐝

🐝LOOK AT HOW THEY'RE 🌼 🐝COVERED WITH POLLEN 🌸 🐝AND HOW THEY'RE 🏵️ 🐝CHARGING ENERGY!! 💮

🌼ALSO I COLLECTED THOSE 🌸FLOWERZ THAT WERE NEAR!

[bowenoke]

normally the biggest problem I face sleeping during the day is the sun (bright).

this week it's been the sun (hot) because my air conditioning doesn't work.

So I opened a window. (Wasp).

I keep googling if wasps will sting me if I just go to sleep and keep getting the same answer (wasps aren't active at night, so you're probably safe.) So. we're back to the first problem. the sun (activated wasp)

[blumin-onion]

Daily Doodle Day 227

<- Day 226 | All Days | Day 228 ->

I wasn't feeling very motivated today, but I just got a pack of bullet journal stencils, and one of the habit tracking sections is honeycomb. So I used the stencil for the combs and then drew the bee overtop, I did realize too late that the edges of honeycombs are lighter with the darker color in the center, but even with that mistake I'm still really happy with how it turned out!

[egoist-moodboards]

•●• Bachira bee plushie moodboard •●•

☆ self indulgent ☆

♡ requests are open ♡

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[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

sum actual art for once……. yay !!,

[eluriart]

Inktobertale Day 4 - Honey

Ink belongs to comyet

[apatosaurus]

Bee friend 10/24/24

This friend was moving, but slowly. I hope they make it home.

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day five !!!!

prompt: animals

character: zephyr (they/them)

word count: 850

summary: Zeph has some much needed quiet time in the barn

cws: brief mention of bees

notes: it's a farm ghoul au fic !!! heavily inspired by my musings with @everybodyshusband but hopefully it's a specific enough fic that it doesn't encroach on his ideas too much <3

below the cut or on ao3 :))

The air is fresh, summer weaving its way into the days bit by bit; a patch of blue sky here and a ray of sunshine there. Zephyr makes their way to the barn. Over the pebble path, taking great care with where their walking stick lands, they take slow but confident steps towards the wooden structure. It stands tall, a modest size for a domestic farm. All produce is kept locally and used within the confines of the Ministry. The siblings flock to the small requests form located outside of Omega’s room when shearing season comes around; he makes the cosiest jumpers and the fluffiest socks, custom fit to the lucky few whose requests are granted.

While their aim is to arrive at the barn, the journey there is just as fascinating to the air ghoul. They pass by the lavender, only recently beginning to sprout. The bees surround it, ready to fill their pollen baskets and feed their hive. To Zeph, it’s an uncoordinated colony, bustling around each other as every bee fights for themselves. But they know that their communication is deep and has life-sustaining meaning, even if the ghoul can’t distinguish the movements or tones themselves.

As they continue along the path, their eyes are diverted to the small wooded area east of the barn. They count one, two, three, eight squirrels all on their own equally significant journeys. Hopping from branch to branch and scurrying up trees, Zephyr giggles as the animals continue to roam. They’re not sure why they laugh, perhaps it’s more of a humbling chuckle, to know ghouls, humans, and animals are all living in complete harmony- at least within the Ministry’s grounds.

The last few mildly treacherous placements of their walking stick before landing on the hard clay soil signifies to Zeph that they’ve reached the barn. “Good Morning!” They shout, extending the vowels as one would to a child, and the livestock may as well be their children as far as the air ghoul is concerned.

Undoing the rusty latch and opening the creaky door, they sigh warmly as their eyes meet the animals inside. The lambs are sweet as ever, staring up at the air ghoul with soft, glassy eyes, inviting them in to play. They understand Zephyr, and know not to be too rough with them. Whether they arrive via wheelchair or walking aid, the lambs are always happy to see them and will happily nose about curiously at whatever the ghoul has brought with them. Today they’d be in luck; tucked away in the inner pocket of Zephyr’s cross-body bag is a small container of special pellets for the lambs. No tricks hidden within the treats, no dewormers or antibiotics, just homemade pellets full of their favourite flavours.

“Aww, you’re excited today!” They coo, pretending for just a moment that the extra attention is due to their presence rather than the food they can smell. “Yeah I bet,” they continue, holding a one-way conversation with the sheep. “I know it’s been a tough week, but summer’s approaching now and look! I bought treats for you!” They beam, shaking the box gently to catch the waning attention of their audience.

There’s a quaint bench to one side of the barn, a project by Mountain and Dewdrop, who spend much of their time there together. The wood has a natural look to it, the seat’s not particularly level or ‘square’ but very telling of a story, holding the rich history of the Ministry and its extension of kindness towards nature. The tree was naturally felled during a storm and once Mountain got word of the mighty tree’s demise, he knew it would sit, memorialised, in the barn. Now Zephyr rests with the oak to help further the circle of life and nature itself.

“Hey, hey! Form an orderly queue please, there’s more than enough to go around my lovelies,” they joke, chuckling at their own humour despite the tough crowd before him, seemingly more interested in nibbling at their rubber ferrule on the stick. They gently move their foot to act as a barrier to protect their walking aid, “Oi you cheeky git, the food’s up here,” they say lightheartedly.

As they’re sharing the treats between the young lambs, Zeph uses their stick to part the crowd and invite one of the smaller offspring to the front, “You, fine lamb, you could do with a little extra,” they say, smiling, scooping a much larger handful out and offering their palm. It’s met by a rough tongue lapping the food, licking their hand clean and then some. “Thought you’d like that,” they grin, wiping their hand dry on their work trousers. “You gotta fight for what you want, buddy, no one’s going to do it for you,” they pause. “Except me, of course, I’ve got you.” With a wink to the lamb, the gathering begins to disperse as they realise Zephyr has run out of food.

The day goes on and Zeph is quite content to just sit and embrace the atmosphere, drawing pictures in the hay like spotting clouds in the sky, observing the sacred creatures before them. The animals understand them quite unlike anyone else.

[teacup-crafter]

Perdita Minima, the smallest bee, but my biggest hero

[galaxicalsphotography]

Garage sale bee friend :D

[im-just-a-silly-lil-guy]

bee stimboard with bees and baking for @theauthor2103