Bee Kingdom
Bug Fables NPC Collab [11/23]
Background - @schematikart
Editor - @flame-shadow
Character Credits
Madame Jaune - @mizzle-moths
Dr. H.B (Honeybee) - @milatheartsy
Crow - @mizzle-moths
Professor Honeycomb - samy00000008
Hawk - @deadofreddo
Chubee - @motheatencrow
Beette - simplyandrxw
Artia - samy00000008
Fluffy - @mizzle-moths
Dashy - @trapitorag
Aebees - @ghost-of-hallownest
Guard Bee - @lemmykirby
Jud - @ghost-of-hallownest
Huni - enrique2205
Yap - @lemmykirby
Vilma - chibiscuit
Beil - @coozycoolz
Sasha - @milatheartsy
Bib - @mizzle-moths
Elias - samy00000008
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Anebeate.Abminkem
The phedereets ...
Aitanti li kospiri tremi e tetui ...
et sospiriate si meste gentils ...
ai ... li postumi tetebei ...
dikkio acerrime ...
depitite ...
astetue aebee ...
satureree al dikitire placebo ??
( S.T.I.C.K. )
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(A bit of suggestive stuff under the Keep Reading)
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u guys remember the big beefy bee guarding the gate to the wasp kingdom being called “Bulkbee” at one point and not “Aebee” right. like before the artbook and npcs were given names. wasnt it Bulkbee. didnt Vi or someone else call her Bulkbee
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i appreciate how my close friends give me space and never pry about my problems, because it lets me forget about them and joke about it when i’m really comfortable. i’ve told them about that before, and it’s nice to see that they remember.
i like talking about personal stuff with my closest closest friends though, but it’s difficult because i feel misunderstood. they’re too happy with their families, too rich to truly empathize with me, too caught up with things i’m not that into like love lives and star wars, too capable of doing stuff i can’t do. most of the time (if not all of the time) they don’t have any power to change things for me, so we’re stuck in this hellhole where i say stuff and they comfort me and nothing changes.
i know comfort comes in different forms and words are important, but even the simple act of opening up becomes increasingly harder because it’s pointless. it feels like nobody will really understand how i feel, and that’s valid. that’s okay. nobody understands how i experience life because it’s my life and other people are experiencing their own lives through their own lenses, but still.
even if someone would spend their time and energy to listen to me talk about all the miserable things in the world, do i have the time and energy to talk and explain myself?
this morning i woke up and immediately thought about skipping classes. i don’t regret convincing myself to go because i had fun with my friends, i ate stuff i like, we talked about nice things and came over to aebee’s house to hang around. going home was sad though.
my life is sad. it’s just small happy parts wedged in between large chunks of sad parts. i have to study and review 6 demos for this week and it’s terrible it’s terrible it’s terrible.
i want a cure for my tiredness in the long run. i want someone to hug me tightly and tell me it’ll be alright and that i’m doing fine and my efforts will amount to something significant soon.
i like medicine, i like my course, but it makes me so sad, this makes me so fucking sad,
is it the environment? is i
it’s late stage capitalism babes.
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I like to think Aebees and Zaryant are besties, just like their moms. I like to think they lift weights together. I like to think they spot each other. I like to think they vent out their frustrations to each other.
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