#if he fucks he explodes

[luridon]

Honeycomb

If the height of happiness means death, then he's died a thousand happy, mundane ends by your hand

♡characters: yandere!bee x fem!courier!reader

♡warnings: MINORS DNI, blood, murder, victim-blaming, bugs, this may or may not be some alien/fae thing or just a supremely odd concubine sorta dude who thinks in bee metaphors of all things, MINORS DNI

♡notes: I was gonna put yandere!drone but that could have set false expectations of a robot. This is not about robots this is about bees, no explicit smut but questionable vibes abound, why do I keep writing about bugs

♡w/c: 900+ | ♡masterlist♡

He's harmless.

Something soft and tender, a lover who hasn't known anything but such a life. Something raised precious, given a large room and the sweetest, choicest food. He never learned how to work, beyond the lightest tasks. He never had to. He was supposed to find a queen, and he was to die as he lay with her.

He was born too late for that.

Winter came, and he was cast out by his kin. The sisters that fed and raised him now sent him to die. He would be a burden to the hive otherwise. When he tried to return, they threw him out again. When he tried once more, they chewed away his wings, the only way he had ever been of help to anyone, even if it was a mere task of casting a breeze for his kin.

He was born too late to die happy, and so he would die by the cold, abandoned for being too soft, too tender, too useless, even if he was raised as such, even if he never had a choice but to be so.

He cannot work. He cannot fight. He only knows how to be pretty, and even that has been ruined by the scars from his forceful exile.

He's harmless, so you take him in.

You're a traveler, a messenger, a courier for messages that require the utmost secrecy. In the lull between delivering the words of the elite, you find your pleasures in the pretty sights you see in your travels, and in mundane messages between the common folk.

He is something small and light. It is not difficult to take him with you to southern lands, away from his cold kingdom. You share with him your modest fare, your warmth on cold nights, your words until he understands them, though his mouth cannot quite form your language.

He's a pretty thing with big, dark eyes and soft fur. He's a clever thing, quick to learn, to understand. He is useful the moment he can be, a watchman on dark nights, with his glimmering gaze and the knife you gave him. His frame, thin and frail from the elements and his abandonment, fills out under your care, and he grows to tower over you, and help you carry your heavier loads.

He is useful, isn't he? He is. He has to be, or you will tire of him, and cast him aside.

He will work. No matter the burden or trial or task, he will succeed or die trying. You say you have no such burdens, but he vows it all the same, with his odd, chittering tongue.

He will bite. He will fight with fang and the stinger you gifted him. He will rend and tear until nothing remains of whatever beast may come, and bring you the spoils so that you can praise him for his good work.

He will be soft and pretty if that's what you prefer, something soft and warm to hold onto when the day is long and hard, and you'd like more of a pet than a person to soothe your strife.

It must be his nature that he prefers the last of these. That despite however much he thinks he may have grown from what fate had for him, what he likes best is to be held close by you-

How could he not adore you though? You who saw such a useless creature and deigned to give him the time to learn. How could he not think you as anything but worthy of all his paltry love? You are his wings, his sun, his queen, and he thinks sometimes, of how he was meant to die in the peak of bliss, but that even a peaceful moment just by your side is something that he revels in far beyond any memory of his indulgent youth. If happiness is death then he has died a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand times since you found him, from every moment that he is in your presence, your stern care and steadfast patience that pushed him to change.

It has to mean something, doesn't it? That you have built him up into such a being, a creature strong and capable, that you crafted him with such a heart that beats for you alone. All he is, then, all he does, then, is something born from your own doing, to turn him into this.

Whatever he breaks could only be so destroyed because you fed him until he was strong. Whatever he builds could only stand because you encouraged him to learn. Whether his hands are dyed red by beast or man, they are offerings to the one who pressed the dagger into his palm.

If you end up alone and trapped, unable to use the legs you loved to travel with nor see the sights you so adored, if you can do nothing but drown in the sweetness that you drew out from him, are you not in a cell of your own creation?

He was only a harmless thing until you took him, and helped him become more.

Perhaps your patience will wear thin before then. Perhaps you will strike him with your own present, tear yourself away from him like his wings once were, banish him from sight and cast him out of your warmth and into the cold again-

But even if you choose to end his life, why wouldn't he be glad to die at your hand? Why wouldn't it be his greatest joy to give you even a little happiness through the only thing he can give?

After all, his life was already yours to take, and he was always meant to perish by his love for his queen.

♡ a/n: Shout out to @monstermunchmurder whose tags and replies and asks have single-handedly given me the motivation work on some wips I had for this blog. Um. Hope you don't mind being tagged on the bee one?

[lazylittledragon]

glorious ovulation pt 2 :'))

(continuation of this)

[morganbritton132]

Early in their time at Scoops Ahoy, Robin forgets that she’s decided to hate Steve forever and starts telling him a funny story about the time her family went to camping. Steve’s laughing along and afterwards is like, “That’s so funny. I stopped telling people stories about my childhood.”

Robin thinking that Steve must’ve went on all these extravagant trips and did a lot of cool stuff, is like, “Why, all your friends jealous?”

“No,” Steve says, distractedly restocking sprinkles. “Everybody kept being like, ‘ that’s messed up. Are you okay? You should tell an adult about that.’ It was really annoying so I stopped saying stuff.”

Robin just stares at him because, what?

After a second goes by, and then another, and then another… Steve looks up and frowns, “Hey, space cadet. You with me?”

Robin blinks.

She decides he’s joking. He has to be. No one is that casual about shit and he doesn’t even look serious so she tells him as she walks back out to help a customer, “It’s messed up to say things like that.”

“That’s exactly what I was talking about,” Steve tells the empty room.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This will be the first scene of FNAF 2 movie…

[kelin-is-writing]

This man is ART.

[saphushia]

the hardest part of the job is breaking the news that lactose intolerance is more permanent than death

[eddiegettingshot]

bucks illusion of openness is genuinely one of the most compelling things about his character. like the fact that its so easy to think he’s super comfortable and open and truthful and this touchy-feely sunshine golden retriever type because he is earnest and he does wear his heart on his sleeve … but that’s all a feelings display that’s not at all deliberate. in practice and in reality he either doesnt understand what he’s feeling or he’s not interested in examining it or he’s putting on a brave face. when eddie tells him to feel something or reminds him hes allowed, he’s totally resistant. he’s deeply passive-aggressive or pretending he’s fine or channeling emotions into action alone. when he’s actually forthcoming and honest it’s often to atone for his first instinct. he doesnt touch eddie. wont say i’ll miss you first. oh buck buckley i love you my deranged girl you have everyone fooled

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au I had an devilish little thought. Has Optimus ever had a really bad time and when the primes try to give him advice he just shouts "you guy's FAILED!" Like for all their wisdom they couldn't beat the quintisons or see Sentinels betrayal coming?

He feels bad but in his spark he wishes HE didn't have to do what THEY couldn't.

absolutely evil thought that was inflicted upon me months ago and that i finally get to inflict upon the rest of y'all OTL

i can see it happening with the caveat that he immediately regrets saying it. but it's too late. it's the kind of thing you say in the heat of the moment and then feel the ground drop under your feet because you never meant to say it out loud. but now it's out there and you can never unsay it.

it's just. a bad situation all around :(

haunted au

[garlicboyart]

fury and expression

[crustyfloor]

A new pop-up store dropped for ALIEN STAGE's 2nd anniversary and wow. It's so sick.

It's Interesting what exactly these experiments are focusing on and monitoring.

Instrument practice

I found it interesting earlier that Till was so tame, more so than he usually is when he's going through experiments, but music, and making music is what he loves doing, So he was fully in his element here. This was probably the only thing he was made to do by the aliens that he at least tolerated.

(Additionally, judging by his collar (orange), he was at least calm. maybe he just isn't fazed anymore.)

//Side note, that head contraption looks familiar BUT this most likely isn't related at least i hope

(It puts me at ease, at least..)

Dance practice

This surprised me, but I suppose Mizi needed more skills.

She looks very startled here, and nervous(?) +It looks like she's doing this while singing. And with that face covering I assume this was a test monitoring her dance balance, precision, etc. At first, I did think it was odd, "Why would Shine put her through that" But alas I was reminded that even though Mizi is the flower of the group she was never untouchable, to Shine, this was the equivalent of teaching your dog to sit and stay.

(seeing this it reminded me of those scenes in movies where the people are dancing, and the music gets faster and faster until they fall. I wonder if she was doing through something similar to that)

Singing practice (?)

Similar to Till she also looks quite calm outwardly, if the machine around her neck is an iteration of the collars they have, then this process wasn't something she liked, or given how intense this experiment looks, this was a test of high-pressure to ensure she always stayed calm during performances (?). Then again this could also be a posture practice given all the structure focused on maintaining her position.

(What I believe was another form of this test was shown before so I think so)

(With her hands in a praying stance I wonder if she was praying to herself or singing a religious song (sweet dream?) It's also interesting that the machinery around her looks like a halo, and she looks so...angelic? holy?)

Image making practice

By image making, I think they made Ivan replicate expressions with his face. Whether this process was painful for him or not...I'm not sure. But it looked visibly uncomfortable, maybe that was the point. (His expression, even in this circumstance is so dubious..)

Ivan, among other things, needed to have a spotless appearance to be successful, his image was a priority given his skills were certainly guaranteed.

I assume the aliens eventually took note of his lack of expression, in the real world this can be a detriment to one's career, so the Aliens had to ensure quality was perfect. (To a more...dedicated level)

Superiority test

'Superiority test' Is very vague.

HyunA is very calm here too, likely sedated in that water with all the tablets on her. I guess this was a test to get an idea of a pet human's strengths and weaknesses, endurance, and temperament to compare and contrast them with others, testing who is more viable for Alien stage?

Another interesting, and sad part about this is that HyunWoo was there, watching his sister through her experiments.

(Also, it looks like both of her legs are normal, no alien leg yet.)

Heart rate variability

And finally, the most visceral of them all. The wording 'variability' makes this all the more sickening, the Aliens were testing his heart hours, testing it at different rates, speeds, and states. And he was in agony the entire time. Even the way he's clutching his chest, it gives me chills. This would've been a completely harmless test in a normal setting, as something quite similar to this can be performed efficiently in real life. But he's being tortured in the process.

This is one of the first times we've ever seen Luka's face so truly clear and unprotected, (understandably so.) He's even crying.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

guyyyyssss

so we're out for a meal at one of those fancy tasting menu places and they went on about the sourdough for some elements of it so i was obv delighted to talk yeast with the chef

and when they bring us out our bill stuff and little extras at the end of the night look what i was gifted:

he's goin in my checked luggage, looks like lassy is getting a NEW SIBLING SOURDOUGH!

[morganbritton132]

I need someone who is funnier than me to write a fic about the time between when Steve and Robin start working together and Dustin coming back from summer camp because I know that Steve annoyed the fuck out of her.

Like I just know Robin rolls into work every morning hot and sweaty from having to scooter there, locked and loaded with mean sarcastic comments, and there’s Steve. With his dumb hair and his socks matching his uniform complaining that he had to open alone (they have no customers. He has not counted the register).

Steve doesn’t get her sarcasm yet so sometimes she’ll say something and can see that it hurt his feelings. He’ll stalk off to pout and she’ll think about apologizing, but then she’ll hear him think aloud, “I wonder if I can juggle?”

Followed the sound of broken glass.

[suppenzeit]

oh distant starry night

[peanutheaddd]

klance in 2024.....

[platypaws]

has anyone ever written a fic where its norm who gets hit by one of em turning-non-human-creatures-human-intors and he finally gets to be a real boy and doof has to deal with that

[eternalmomentss]

Dorian Storm. Who stood face to face with his father asking, pleading for a bit of trust. Asking is it so hard? Wanting nothing more than to help his friends. Feeling like maybe he shouldn't even be here. Holding Imogen's hand. Forcecaging Ludinus Da'leth. Saving a life. Saving her mother. Saving Liliana Temult.