#honeytart

[ferrocyan]

facts:

a person equipped with a regulator can imbue themselves with the soul of beasts to adopt the traits of the respective beast and become stronger

consuming multiple beast souls strengthens the effect and can even induce physical transformation on the user, a process called soulshift which is practiced in the arcadion by most of its participants

an especially potent beast soul can induce physical transformation just by consuming one, but weaker beasts can only achieve the same effect by gorging on them in great quantities

hypothesis: this is what makes the difference between the tiers of the arcadion, the potency of its participants' beast souls. eutrope on the heavyweight tier takes on the potent soul of the ixion/levinsteed, and she likely only needs one to soulshift. whereas the lightheavyweight tier fighters honey b lovely and brute bomber use the decidedly weaker souls of the queen bee and bomb king. i will guess that they would have to gorge on many of those souls to shift into their feral forms

and so my question, to my beautiful girlfriend (delusional) whom i love and would kiss every night,

[karibuillustrations]

Apple frangipane honey tart

A deliciously sweet apple frangipane honey tart that will leave your tastebuds buzzing with delight.

[wendydarlingfics]

So I'm thinking of starting a monthly fic rec of 5 fics I started or read in said month. Here is my fic recs for January.

An Unspeakable (Of The Oscar Wilde Sort) by JustMyName-I've only read chapter one so far but god it was so amazing. Hoping to read chapter two soon. I'd also rec anything by this author as they are so so good.

like i am home again by Pseudologia- Again I've only read the first chapter but hope to read the next three soon. The first chapter was good and I love a college byler setting.

the other way by lawofmurphie- Bottom Mike..that is all just Bottom Mike <3.

our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories by EskaWrites - The Nancy POV I have been waiting for in the this story that we found ourselves in au…I just love this au and rec all the stories in it.

Pressure Points by honeytart- Again college byler..I just love college byler.

[moonlightcookie]

o btw i adopted a vaporeon from the shelter a couple days ago and his name was Honeytart how fucking cute is that?!?!!? anyway i lov him

[ferrocyan]

oh and about honey and her queen bee gimmick, i thought it was funny that shes playing queen where theres an actual reigning queen, but actually (jp) sphene is a king! so the queen niche was untapped and honeys got every right to get her bag off it. love this so much for her

[ferrocyan]

honeytart chibi violence by karamelkotak >:3 munch munch

[ferrocyan]

bee my honey isnt a pop song right, according to sokens description its denpa. so i think honeys music is more experimental than the typical idol fare, especially the ones she makes in her own time. her compositions can get way out there www the private ones she publishes on her secret account and shes very much a huge snob about them. okay so ofc tart gets curious abt her hobbies and he asks to listen to more of her songs and he finds out he does nooottttt like electronic music one bit. its like torture to him. this is the best news of all time for honey bc she now has "medieval knight reacts to 100gecs" content at all times like right fucking there. shes in heaven. this is why she lets him stay over at her house for like a month his rent payment is being tortured

[ferrocyan]

obviously she has a fanmeet scheduled on valentine's day, you dummy! she can't go on a date even if she wants to—not that she wants to. whatever. dummy.

[ferrocyan]

i shrimply love the idea that using feral souls gives you mental illness. i think most people can try it out safely w standard regulators but the psychological effects wig them out so they either stop or find one type that gives an effect they can live with. like for yaana cath palug messes w her focus and decision making but its fine she already has adhd she knows how to handle it. for honey the bees noise kinda crowds in her head but she hates being alone so like, (shrugs) plus the venom improves her mood so its really quite a win. and that strika was clearly already a reckless fighter its not a stretch for me to say the wolf soul exacerbates her impulsiveness and shes aware and doesnt mind that

[ferrocyan]

"what," says honey, "the fuck. are you crying?"

she followed tart from the residential radius to resolution, then praxis park, where he picked a secluded bench on which to sit, slumped forward, with his face nestled between his hands, and—

"c–come on, what are you putting on that act for?" her voice rises to cover the faint sniffling noises, "you've only had that place for like, a month! what does it matter if you got evicted? and why didn't you pay rent in the first place?! it's your own fault, so don't—"

the words are caught in her throat as tart raises his face and looks at her. the silence overwhelms her. honey swallows, uneasy. "i just... you're in public, so...." great going, princess, you just said something awful, and its quiet wake feels like death.

"then leave," tart tells her.

"no!" honey sputters, "i, well—i can't just, like, that'd make me a..." jerk? asshole? you already are, her mind helpfully fills in as she trails off. she exhales through gritted teeth and approaches the bench to sit beside him.

why can't you just say something nice, when she knows exactly how she would act with anyone else: clasp their hands with hers, bring them close to her chest, and tell them, oh, poor you. it'll be okay, sweetie, the hard times will pass soon.

easy enough to think, but the effort to brave herself to say it almost makes her teeth chatter. because why do you think he's having a hard time, when it's definitely partly your own fault? doesn't that make you such a hypocrite. without meaning to, her fingers grip white-knuckled over her knees. the skin bruises red where her nails were. there should be something, something she has to do now, but it's a chasm over which her mind can't reach. she can only claw at the edge. you should've just left when he said to, she thinks to herself, instead of staying like some loser who doesn't know when to quit—

"wha—" honey shrieks when she feels tart grab her hand, then clears her throat, "what?"

he says nothing. just drags her by the wrist to place the palm of her hand on top of his head, then lets go, and turns his face away.

oh.

honey pets his hair. hesitantly at first until he leans slightly towards her. his right ear shakes lightly when she touches it, but petting the soft fur there seems to make him sigh in pleasure. she keeps at it, for a while. it's familiar, she supposes, in the distant way that clouded memories are.

she tries to recall further if tart had told her about that apartment. it's likely he'd gotten it from the queen. as a gift for protecting the citizens during the king's assault, was it? then is it any wonder he feels attached to it?

"i'm sorry."

"mhm."

"i'm sorry you lost your house." it's too late now, but she doesn't stop herself from telling him.

tart clears his throat, then wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm, one after the other. "thanks."

honey pulls her hand to herself, clasped over her heart. she wants to ask, so where will you be staying? wants to offer, you can still stay at my place, wants to know, are you going to leave? her voice says none of it, until tart gets up on his feet.

[ferrocyan]

trying not to say the whiny part of this opinion until ive checked out all the cruiser savages but you know how honeys off camera characterization couldve worked completely for me? if the devs made her boss persona not a toxic diva but play the cutie idol act straight. when she gets emotional it comes from a place of sadness, not anger, so instead of fierce indignation she gets desperate or whiny or teary eyed. and then we meet her offstage and she is exactly that pure cinnamon roll, but! then her pragmatism in the face of possible death and quick thinking manipulation become elements that add depth to her!! ohh shes not such a simple girl after all. it couldve been so good. not my beautiful wife but still a really good character

[ferrocyan]

choke the messenger

(hi i know i joked about honey b. lovely and her canon-typical dubcon before, but this is going into noncon territory, so. be warned ;3)

"—i'm sorry."

i'm sorry. honey knows those words. not asking for forgiveness, but offering sympathy. she's heard them from movies and reads, the ones about the times of the war and calamity. condolences for lost family and friends. that stuff's fantasy, and she shouldn't have to hear it. so she says, "shut up."

oh, it occurs to her, maybe they still say that, the people who don't wear regulators. it's not like i would know, honey reasons. because she does, and she's lost everyone. her parents are gone, her old friends, her not-quite-lovers—she's lost them all. so now there shouldn't be anyone else for her to lose, and no condolences either. that can't be right! so quit it, "i don't want your sympathy."

all honey has now is her position in the arcadion. and it's funny. she never thought it possible to lose honey b. lovely.

"...i understand." tart speaks slowly when he wants to convey his words correctly. especially when apologizing. honey wishes she doesn't have to look up to look him in the eye.

what. what could you possibly understand? you don't wear a regulator. you don't use feral souls. what you said about, what, eating souls is bullshit, isn't it. don't tell me you get it, you fucking don't. this isn't supposed to happen to me. not to me! not me! why don't you just shut the fuck up right now?!"

they aren't sitting, but too close to the sofa for her liking, so honey pushes him beyond the living room. she grabs onto tart's forearm and pulls him, "down," and he complies hesitantly.

honey smiles. she's learned a lot from souleater about how to take down opponents bigger than yourself. the key is to use gravity to her advantage. just like how he used his red flashes to bounce off the walls of the arena, leaping over honey b. lovely to bring his heavy axe down on her. now honey stands over the kneeling tart, puts her right palm over his mouth and brings her full weight to bear.

his scream is muffled. too bad, though, he's strong enough to keep from falling over, so he has a free hand to pull off honey's grip. "wait—" he opens his mouth.

jackpot. honey pushes her fingers in, pressing down hard on his tongue. "ghhk—ngrrh!" his eyes water as his mouth is filled, the red glow of her regulator reflected in them. honey pays the noises no mind. he's good at swallowing.

the effects of her venom differs for some people, but broadly there are three stages. on a small dose people get giddy. give them more and they become agitated: some affectionate, some aggressive. but make them drink enough, and they become downright pliable. my obedient little bees. honey feels her rage melt away as tart starts to bend. delighted, even. souleater can resist her charm but tart cannot, and it's fun to watch him lose himself to her.

he drops onto his back. honey winces at the painful thud of his head hitting the floor, walks around the fallen body to check. tart's eyelids flutter closed. "oh, no, you don't," tuts honey, lifting him by the shoulder onto her lap. she lets herself drink in the giddiness. "don't go to sleep. you can talk, but only what i tell you to say," she giggles.

"nnh," is all he manages. tart reaches for her hand, brings it closer to his lips. honey pokes at his cheek in return.

"hey," she asks, "you don't really feel bad for me, do you?" her fingers tease at his face. "you feel as— bummed, about this, as i do. isn't that so?"

he answers when she touches him. "yes..." he nods slightly. "with feral souls, you guys can be—hhk, my match... have, equals again. i w's so... happy. but, no more." he wrenches his eyes shut. "'s not fair. why does it... always kill you... not me...?"

honey exhales a laugh. "see? you weren't sympathizing with me. you're just... you're sad, for your own reasons. it wasn't about me after all." she feels her eyes grow hot. "you don't get any of it. do you even care? you don't do you?"

she pinches him a little, making him groan. "yes, your... majesty." a drop of gold splatters just to the left of his nose. then another two, on the right and left cheek.

"huh," honey thinks, her eyes hurt. "aa–aahhh!" the heat now feels like burning. she screws them shut, rubs at the eyelids. that lifts the pain, for a moment, but she realizes she's made things worse. they're stuck. she can't open her eyes at all. clawing at her eyes is no use. shit! shit!!

she drops tart from her hold and scrambles backwards. reaches for a wall and feels her way through. the first floor bathroom is just to the right. the sink by the door. she finds the faucet by touch and turns it on, rinses her eyes with the cold water.

it doesn't help. her eyes clear up, but soon fills up again with--fucking hell. it's honey, her own venom, isn't it? this can't be happening. this isn't supposed to happen! but it does. again and again and again.

she has no clue how long she's been hunched over the sink. if every beat of her heart is one second then it must be hours. the hair around her face has gotten wet. she hates it. she grits her teeth, hearing her own breath wheezing over the water flow. why won't you stop? she demands. like that's ever worked. her fingers are sore, starting to go numb.

"—miss honey." she jumps out of her skin. her eyesight hasn't returned, but she turns around to face tart anyway. shit, you've been out of it for so long that c'astarhte sobered up. he comes closer, reaches for the faucet, turns it off. "should be enough, no," he asks.

"what... are you—"

"what happens to the venom you spill?" his hand takes hold over honey's left forearm. she freezes in place. "it dissolves, into nothing. leaves no stains, right? you'll be fine. just calm down." his voice is level, he waits for her to relax and let him lead her out.

they're probably just in the hallway by the bathroom door. "sit," tart tells her, and honey finds herself sat between his spread legs. for a second she feels him hold her closer, but seems to think twice about it, leaning away against the wall. but he doesn't leave. honey relishes the chance to make him regret staying. she lets herself fall back onto his chest. his hands still right by hers, she laces their fingers together.

tart lets her be. it hurts worse than being slapped or shoved away.

her tearducts fit to burst, honey walks her thoughts back to their conversation earlier—this, this is what happens to the arcadion's feral soulshifters. their souls corrupt. honey knows it well herself. when was it—a month, a few weeks after she won 2nd place at last year's lightheavyweight division? she'd started to notice her feral soul activate on its own.

so i've been dying since then. "heh–hehehehe, ahahahahahaha!" her laughter seems to have startled tart, who shifts uncomfortably beneath her. "oh, what?" demands honey. "it's not like i can cry about it, so what else is there to do but laugh? isn't it funny that i'm this far along without having topped the division even once? at least miss eutrope was set to become the fucking champion!" she can't contain herself, shaking as more giggles escape her.

the only warning she hears is a faint growl. tart lifts his right hand in her hold and places it right below her chest, then his left hand moves too fast for her to register—taking off her regulator.

"no!" honey shrieks, "gi–give it back!" she tries to rise to snatch it, but his arm on her stomach keeps her down. she's watched it too many times—that clip of souleater breaking his regulator. "don't, please, please—"

"you can," tart tells her, "cry about it."

he gets up from his seat, goes over and sets the regulator down before honey's outstretched legs. just beyond her reach. her vision is glued to it. without the blue or red glow the metal case gives off nothing but white.

she can barely hear when tart speaks. "thank you," he clears his throat before continuing, "appreciate you caring about my thoughts. just... i just wish, you would let me say it."

honey inhales, trembling. she doesn't need to see to know that he's crying. without the strength to even lift her head, it's all she can do to whisper, "you should just leave me alone."

yesterday, an hour ago, he would've found a reason to stay. tart leaves her without a word.

[ferrocyan]

its dick smashing hour 💕＼(^^)／💕

[ferrocyan]

girl help the bee my honey earworm

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honeytart chibi comm by ayammentega (*´∀`)♪🐝✨️💕

[ferrocyan]

put honey in a dark blue outfit) i think i hauve covid