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creepy-crowleys · 2 months

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The best part of this being an anon effect I've had before is my employers not needing to do anything weird to me about it this time.

#Second best is flying over the ocean.#.TRANSMIT #M!A: Bee the Bee

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ramjam-jamming · 1 month

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Sonic Stars✨ AU

This is what I've been cooking up... I got wayyy too much stuff to talk about, even though I already made these huge walls of texts for each character. I also have a bunch of mini comics developing on Shadow and Tail's dynamic that didn't fit in this 💀 anddd I plan doing proper art of some of the missing characters.... The brainrot is real

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starrystevie · 6 months

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steve falls in love with eddie because he's this perfect amalgamation of everyone he's ever loved.

there's nancy's curly brown hair, of course, but also her fierce stubbornness and her bashful little smile when steve is being purposefully obtuse. there's tommy's passion, his impulsivity, his need to get under steve's skin in the best way possible. there's jonathan's quick remarks with a crooked grin and heather m's soft touches on bruised skin and robin's flailing hands when she talks that steve loves so much.

there's even the dorkiness of his kids that only amplifies when eddie's around them, all their talks of fantastic worlds that steve knows nothing about but nods along like he gets it. there's the bright blinding smiles that seem to pull at every face in the room when they win, hooting and hollering in a harmonious chorus.

steve falls in love with eddie for all of those things but also for all of the things he possesses on his own. his charm and his wit, his need to make steve smile every waking moment. the way he knows when steve needs quiet and dark so he closes the blinds before wrapping him up in his steady arms.

eddie falls in love with steve for all of the things that seem new to him.

he's never had a guy treat him like steve does, never had soft smiles and cards on valentines day, never had date nights or kisses in the daytime or a hand that fits gently against his own. he doesn't feel like a dirty secret pushed away to closets and out of windows. he doesn't see the quick glances around to make sure no one's watching before he gets into steve's car like he's used to getting with old partners. he doesn't get shushed or ignored or heartbroken.

he's used to being shrouded in darkness but steve is like sunshine, his love warming eddie like sunrays in and of themselves. he's used to confusion and questions but steve makes him feel wanted. makes him feel loved back.

steve is protective and smart. he sees through the bullshit eddie's built up around himself and holds him when those walls inevitably crumble down. eddie falls in love with steve because he sees him for who he truly is and loves him because of it.

they fall in love with each other because their jagged edges were made for one another, like puzzle pieces in the wrong box finding their way back home. they fall in love with each other because nothing else has ever felt more right. they fall in love with each other because everyone they loved before was a trial, a test, pushing them together whether they knew it or not.

#hi hello i promise i haven't vanished i just don't have the mental energy for tumblr (as silly as that seems i know)#i think once my bb is finished my brain will finally feel not in anxiety mode 24/7 and i can be back to cutting it up with yall here again #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie fluff #ps heather m is not a person in stranger things but it felt empty without another person being in there so i made someone up sue me #bee not writing smut at work? what in the world????#long post #could i put this under a readmore? yeah but it seems kinda pointless so sorry about that

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theminecraftbee · 6 months

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hermit horror week day 3: season 5 or chase

Hypno pants, grabbing the last cooked pork chop he'd managed to pilfer from Jevin's shop at spawn and tearing into it with his teeth. He's bleeding from his forehead, and he's hungry, but he can't stop running yet. The distant howling is forever getting closer, and the moment they flush him into a plains or a desert or anywhere else open, he's dead. So he has to eat the pork chop now.

Still, that brings his supplies down to an apple he managed to pick up off the ground, three arrows, a flame bow he'd had on him for a minigame, and a fully-enchanted pair of shears named "shearly beloved" that he'd managed to steal at about the same time he'd stolen the pork chop. He's not going to get any of it back.

They've chased him thousands of blocks from spawn, and if there's anywhere they're going to have guarded to stop him from doubling back to, it's there.

If he were... whatever made his friends into this...

There's more howling. His feet are dead. He's in a dark oak forest, so it will be hard for the beasts to catch him, but--he's being herded. He knows he is.

Some of the hermits are beasts now. Some of them--aren't. Some of them are smarter. Those are the ones that are leading the pack.

Those are the ones he's scared of.

He hears more howling in the distance. His heart is pounding. He doesn't know how long he's been running for. He doesn't know how much longer he can keep running. But, distantly, he hears footsteps and howling and the gnashing of teeth, and he knows instinctively that he can't stay here.

He takes a moment to assess his surroundings. He takes another minute to thank Tango-from-Before. Without Decked Out 2, Hypno thinks he would have been caught long before now. He doesn't know what happens when he's caught, except for the fact the first time one of them who became a beast caught up with him, it bit his shoulder, and the wound hasn't stopped bleeding, no matter how many pork chops he ate.

"Pork Chop Power," he mutters to himself like a mantra. Might as well; that was his last one. Then, he runs through the trees, whipping past mushrooms and dark oak branches, occasionally changing directions and doubling back on himself.

Nearby, a fox sees him and darts into a burrow. If only; he'd been driven away from any bases very early on. If he could burrow his way into a base, he could defend himself.

It's where he's trying to get. None of them chasing him should know that. He's trying to find a base. He knows there are remnants this direction, of things like Bdubs's gates or Etho's village. He doesn't know if they remember that, though. He's hoping they don't, and he can get into one of them, and then--

And then--

It's a good question. He's lost his communicator, and he's not sure how he's going to get console access while barricaded inside. He'll figure it out, though. He's good at figuring out things like that.

Another howl.

He doesn't have time to do it now, though. Not when he hasn't had more than twenty minutes of downtime in several days before a beast catches up with him and he has to run again. Not when he can barely catch his breath before sprinting again. He's going to be out of sprint. He's nearly out of arrows.

The howling, the howling, the howling, and he can't run much longer. But he has to. He hasn't seen any of his friends as themselves in so long. And he's an admin; next to Xisuma, not to toot his own horn or anything, he's the best. If he can get enough time to get console access, then he can figure out how to restart the server, restore their player data from backups, and fix this.

His heart pounds. He stumbles over a rock, scraping his hands. The howling follows him. They're--fifteen minutes behind him, maybe? Maybe twenty? He can't rest that long. He needs a longer lead than that. They're always closer than he thinks they are.

And the ones in charge, the ones who can think... they've been trying to drive him somewhere specific. If he had time to think, he'd be able to worry about why they're driving him through the woods when he knows open spaces are far more dangerous for him. If he had time to think, he'd already be out of this, though; with time to think, he'd have time for console access.

He's getting close to somewhere he can hide. He can feel it. So why are they driving him--

There's a sudden blinding pain as he screams. Something--his leg--oh gods--

He collapses to the ground in a moment of white-hot pain. The howling is so loud in the distance. He looks over at his leg and pales.

Around it is clamped some kind of horrible trap. A bear trap, he thinks distantly. Could have sworn those were modded, but since they probably have Once-was-Xisuma among them, it wouldn't be hard to, too--

His leg is bleeding horribly and at a terrible angle, bent around where the trap clamped around his calf. It's a mangled, bloody mess. He thinks he can almost see shards of bone. He feels sick.

The howling gets closer.

Oh gods, is this how it ends? He can't move with the trap around his leg. It's chained to the ground specifically to prevent that. His left leg is useless. He's out of pork chops, and no amount of food-based regen is going to fix it. He's--he's out of options. The howling is getting closer. He only has three arrows and a flame bow and a set of enchanted shears, and he can't escape, and he's bleeding everywhere, and his leg's more crushed than trapped, and--

He can't go anywhere with the trap on his leg.

"I hope you appreciate my pragmatism," he says to the sky. "I hope you appreciate what I'm trying to do for you one day," he says, and he imagines that maybe xB is able to hear it, wherever he is. That'd be nice. xB would then mock Hypno for what he's about to do, which is good, because it's a stupid plan.

Shears can't even have sharpness. It's just efficiency. He doesn't need perfect sharpness, though, and efficiency is going to have to do in a pinch. The bear trap's already crushed the bone in that leg. It doesn't need to be sharp enough to saw through bone when the bone's already basically powder. It just needs to be sharp enough to. To sever. To finish breaking...

And the flame bow. The arrows. He doesn't want to use his last arrows like this. It's a stupid plan. He should--there has to be another way out--

The air gets colder. The howling gets closer. Hypno takes a deep breath. He pulls the shears out and opens them as wide as they'll go, until nothing but the blade is facing downwards onto his leg. He can barely touch it against the wound without it hurting so much he gets dizzy and nauseous. His hands are already slick with blood just from that much.

In his left hand, he leaves the shears. In his right hand, he notches the arrow and waits until it lights aflame.

Gods, he's going to die if he does this, he realizes with a sudden, horrible clarity. He's going to die, and with the server like this, he doesn't know if he'll come back. It will be a stupid death, and the most painful thing he ever does to himself.

But the howling gets closer.

He can't let them catch him like this.

"I hope you all appreciate what a thing I'm doing for you," he says, his whole body shaking, and then he pulls his bandana off his head and stuffs it in his mouth so he can't scream and give away his location.

In one swift movement, he throws his entire body weight onto the shears, and then the bandana does nothing to stop him from screaming anyway.

For an eternity, the world is white-hot and painful. It is the worst sensation he has ever felt. He can't think. His whole body tries violently to throw him away from the blade he's shoving into an already bleeding wound, but between having the forethought to throw his whole weight onto it and the efficiency enchantments, it's too little too late.

Some horrible, distant part of his brain remembers the arrow.

It's funny. The fire feels so hot and painful that it instead feels cold. The world goes strange and blank. Hypno does what he has to. Hypno finishes the job.

Then, all at once, he's throwing himself away from the bear trap, using both hands to go against his every instinct and hold the arrow to the place where his lower left leg used to be. A trail of blood and viscera follows him. He sobs into the bandana.

He's going to die. He's going to die. He's going to die.

The howling gets closer.

He doesn't have time to bury himself in a hole and die, though. If he does that--well. It will be a death worse than this if he doesn't get up, he tells himself. He's in shock, he tells himself. He's drenched with sweat and blood, and he's missing part of a leg, but--but he can move. He can't run, but he can, he can move, he can--

Can--

He sobs. He doesn't want to die.

He claws himself onto the leg that's working, throwing the shears on the ground. He never wants to see them again. He's shaking. He falls back to his hands. The bushes, the bushes, he can hide in the bushes. He crawls. Is he still leaving a trail of blood? He can't leave a trail. They'll find him if he leaves a trail. He should kick up the leaves behind him. Hide--hide the blood. From the trap.

What if there's another trap in the bushes, he thinks distantly. What if that one clamps shut around his neck?

It would be better than being caught, he tells himself, and he pulls himself into the bushes, and he buries himself with leaves, and he shakes and he leaves the bandana in his mouth to disguise his whimpering as the bleeding, horrible wound of his leg burns hot and cold and he's dizzy and he thinks he throws up onto the bandana but he can't remove it, he can't--

The world goes cold and dark. The howling is here. He hears unnatural footsteps. Sniffing. Then, even more horribly, though the gaps in the leaves, he sees rows and rows of teeth.

The teeth are all he sees, but he will not forget them.

He doesn't know how long he lies dying in the leaves, waiting for the teeth to find out what happened. It's long enough that he goes from dizzy and sick to delirious. He tries, more than once, to spit out or swallow the--thing?--in his mouth, forgetting and re-remembering why it's there. His leg cycles between horrible pain, cold, hot, and nothing at all. Periodically, he sees teeth, and his heart races, and he knows he's going to die.

Something else steps into the woods.

"Pity. We almost had him in this one," says one of them. "Spread out."

The howling gets further away. He thinks--he thinks maybe--

He doesn't know if he can get up, but if he lies here, they will find him, and he will die. He can't--can't quite remember why, but he doesn't want to die. The primal thing in him doesn't want to die, almost exactly the same amount as it wants to finish covering himself with leaves so he dies on his own terms.

He claws to his hands and knees. He'll--he'll figure out how to run from here.

He has to keep running.

Hypno has to keep running.

Because at any moment now, if he doesn't, they will catch him. And he'll cut off every other remaining limb before he finds out what happens next.

#hermithorrorweek2023 #a bee fic #hermitcraft #hypnotizd #blood #gore #horror #LIKE. STRONG GORE WARNING BTW. THAT'S PART OF WHY I DECIDED TO PUT THIS ONE UNDER A CUT IT GETS INTENSE #THIS WOULD BE RATED AT LEAST M ON AO3 #BE WARNED.#anyway. gotta love some horror about being hunted like an animal right?#don't worry too much about the base premise here #it's a little threadbare to get. the specific type of scene that i wanted from this #this is the first one this week where my brain lit up and i went 'oh i have to go HARD' btw #if that isn't. obvious

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arabriddler · 5 months

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Dance of knives and love

in their joined origin story, they describe their relationship in this scene like this :

Sometimes allies, sometimes foes. More than friends. We hold love for each other, but we’re not lovers. That word confines us. So what are we?

How does this ‘arrangement’ work? well, most of the time they work independently, and because their methods contradict each other, they often ruin each other’s plans. Sometimes, Ed would hold the whole city captive in a riddle based escape room. This is bad for Oswald’s business, it disturbs deals and makes his staff busy. To retaliate, he either does it alone or works alongside Batman to defeat Ed’s game. If he’s working alongside Batman he’d find a way to sneak out Ed after his capture, if he’s too upset with him, he’d break him out of Arkham later on. Sometimes, Oswald anonymously tips off the GCPD or Batman to the whereabouts of other rouges to keep them out of his tail if he’s working on an important delicate project. Ed is not free from this and often finds his plans ruined and can immediately tell who ruined them. He doesn’t get caught here but takes the biggest share of the profits Oswald gets. Back in the scene I referenced above, they admitted to each other that they’d throw each other under the bus if they had to, and it was mostly admitting it to show trust ( a ‘ here I am being honest with you, will you take me? ) but they still get upset about it sometimes. They wouldn’t call themselves a traditional couple they’re more of a partnership *cough* QPR *cough* so they’d have split ups when they’re too upset, but they still know they love each other, and, to be fair, this arrangement makes things challenging for each other that it’s more often than not fun. Gotham is basically their playground.

#Oswald cobblepot #the penguin #edward nygma #the riddler #Riddlebird #Qpr #nahlaverse #Bee’s art #This is like consensual bd*m in a way I guess

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bbey-rs3 · 7 months

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#regular show #mordeson #bee art #rigby regular show #m/b

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vintagewildlife · 27 days

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White-fronted bee-eater By: M. P. K. From: Natural History Magazine 1984

#white-fronted bee-eater #bee-eater #coraciiform #bird #1984 #1980s #M. P. K.#Natural History Magazine

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firstfandomfangirl · 3 months

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tired and my head hurts but look at all these bees I’ve made

#rambling #crochet #followed a pattern by Hooked By Robin or smth #I can find it if someone asks #bees #m so tired

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creepy-crowleys · 2 months

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@pyxisastronautica: L: I'm sorry that they did the first time, but that sounds like a beeautiful way to spend a day!

Hee! It absolutely has been! I've been all abuzz all afternoon, haha!

#.TRANSMIT #pyxisastronautica #M!A: Bee the Bee

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curryaboo · 3 months

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if anyone knows any bollywood songs that are influenced or sampled from western songs pls let me knowww 🥹🥹 i’m making a wee playlist rn bc i keep seeing loads of the inverse (western songs sampled from bolly music) & thought it’d be cool to do the opposite :D

#so far i have:#paisa (de dana dan) -> yeah! (usher)#dildaar stand by me (ra one) -> stand by me (ben e king)#i’ll do the talking (agent vinod) -> rasputin (boney m)#sher kul gaye (fighter) -> staying alive (bee gees)#dil khol let’s rock (we are family) -> jailhouse rock (elvis)#pretty woman (khnh) -> oh pretty woman (roy orbison)#hookah bar (khilda 786) -> turn up the music (rihanna’s bum ex)#bollywood #🥭

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nemu-archnemesis · 2 months

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Btw "The I Love You Song" from 25apcsb will never not make me bash my head against the wall and slam my fists on the table until I break the bones in my hand ^^

#chimerical. c-h-i-m-e-r-i-c-a-l. wildly fanciful. highly unrealistic.#UGHHSHDHJFJFNFKMCMXLDMMCKDMZM #olive ostrovsky is my love my light #someone get this girl a loving parental figure !!!!!!!!!!!#25th annual putnam county spelling bee #olive ostrovsky #ken talks

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arabriddler · 5 months

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Harvey Dent is the best lawyer in all of Gotham. He’s charismatic, beautiful, and darn good at his Job. So good, they call him two-face. the name two-face came to be because of the way he Seamlessly slips into a personality that fits his client’s case. One day he’s fighting for the release of a convicted environmental protestor, the next he’s defending the factory that the protestor was fighting against, and he wins both cases. No one knows who the real Harvey is. What are his morals? What does he believe in? They just call him two-face because you simply can’t trust his words but you can trust that he’d defend you to death in trial. Harvey isn’t upset about the name. It just means he’s a very good lawyer, and he is! It’s good propaganda, sure sometimes people boo him in the streets but others clap him on the back, and, really, none of this is real. He’s just doing his job. Lawyers defend their clients, and he’s defending his client. Is this so bad? Moreover, sure sometimes he’s defending bad people, but he never uses false evidence. He always sticks by the book.

#Harvey dent #two-face #Two face #twoface #rogues gallery #bee’s art #nahlaverse #I’m gonna share more about his backstory snd the accident later gotta tweak them a bit #M

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bbey-rs3 · 13 days

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