#Hive

[imaginable-horror]

One thing no one told me about The Magnus Archives was that after listening to it every single time I get even the smallest itch a voice in my head intones "I itch, deep below the skin." And! Not only does it apply to physical sensations but emotional itches as well!! The slightest discomfort or anxiety creeping in at the edges, my brain offers only the fact that I itch,, deep below the skin,,, the song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid...

[plastiboo]

[owlyjules]

Wisptober Day 21 : Honey “Roaming through a forest of dead trees is a living suit of armour.  Even from a distance, you can see the gleam of golden honey dripping between the cracks and hear the buzzing of a hundred thousand bees.” I like to think he stand at the edge of the woods looking over the field while his bees polinate.:3 (he spooks the farmers but they tolarate him)

[strongerpotions]

why is it always "you have an infestation" and "oh my god why are you covered in lesions" and never "how is the wasp's nest in your attic? is it nice? does it thrum with life and malice? does it sing that you are beautiful, that you are a home, that you can be fully consumed by what loves you?"

[entomologize]

Fun fact: the stingless bees Tetragonula carbonaria can make beautiful spiral structures in their hives to house their young!

Source: Tim Heard, for a paper on how this mimics crystal growth

[roaming-pinata]

Jane Prentiss, in her statement to the Magnus Institute: "I'm not one of those fools chasing fractals."

The hive sings so sweetly, but apparently, it also just shit talks the spiral sometimes

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

WEREWOLF XENOMORPH

by Timi Honkanen

[flightlessribbons]

ML inheritance AU character concept dump! Plus some Madame Orpheus inspos I had and wanted to include after seeing @wisteriasymphony tags on the og post! (also renamed Harelequin officially, so thank you for another pun!) The last doodle is also why alya's hood does not have ears- but let's just call it intentional character design 🫡

[morebird]

I am the many-mouthed hunger. I am the knife-edged truth.

[sun-singer]

Inktober day 8: shatter, featuring Oryx, the Ecumene council, and Xivu Arath

Oryx made war on the Ecumene for a hundred years. At the end of those hundred years he killed the Ecumene Council on the Fractal Wreath, and from their blood rose Xivu Arath, saying, “I am war, and you have conjured me back with war.”

[dementia7]

hive.txt

[telestoapologist]

i've heard of the horn of war but this is ridiculous (x)

(btw this isn't the end result of the other picture, this is actually what it was supposed to be, but then i got too invested in making it look like a very cool piece asdgfds)

[polo-drone-055]

The Golden Army meets The Polo Drones: Part 2

Written at the command of and in collaboration with @hypnogold

Christian, the recently recruited wingback wearing #55 for the Golden Army went to the Pulse nightclub to let off steam.

His first match with the Golden Army, a few weeks ago, did not go well. Trying to hide his insecurity he planned to show the team all his skills and prowess, thereby proving his worth. Instead the team lost the match to their rivals, the Silver, because of him. Christian stayed up too often, despite his Captains instructions, allowing space out wide for the opposing team to fill and score. He felt horrible for letting his Bros down. They however rallied around him, told him to shake it off, and have been encouraging him.

The press and fans however were not as kind. The headlines were devastating. “Christian is worthless!” “Sack #55!" “This guy is crap!” At matches the fans threw beer, food, drinks and all sorts of stuff at him. When out about the city he was cursed at. There was no peace except when alone with his Bros who were always providing long deep hugs of support and encouragement.

In middle of a particularly brutal day his captain Richard calls asking if he wants to go out for a drink and talk. They arrange to meet that night at Club Fusion.

Christian arrives first walking straight past security paying them no attention.

Looking around the club Christian sees no sign of Richard and heads to the bar and has a few brews, all the while beating himself up for being a jerk. Internalizing all the crap that is being thrown at him.

“Hey Bro, here you are” says Richard haltingly hitting Christian on his shoulders and flashing a big smile.

“Yo Cap! I was worried you weren’t coming. Whose this with you?”

After a brief pause and without emotion: “A new mate I’ve brought on to help us become more focused, intense, and synchronized”

“Woe” says Christian rubbing his eyes and staring at Cap’s mate. “I think I need to lay off. I swear you were just wearing our club jersey.”

Christian’s gold spiral emerges in his eyes as Cap comes closer gently embracing him and beginning to lead him through the club while now wearing a glossy, almost rubbery or latex-like black Fred Perry, buttoned to the top, polo with distinctive yellow details including a laurel wreath embroidered on the chest.

“We will help you. We have a purpose.” Cap says robotically. “We are one. We will make the team one. We will win. We will be more focused, more intense, more synchronized.”

The gold in Christian’s eyes is drawn to all the yellow gold on Richard’s black polo. Christian and the gold begin to internalize the belief that all is not lost. They can win. They can be focused. They can be a team working as one. Gold wants this, no needs this!

Richard and the other polo drone have unbeknownst to him led Christian to a smoke filled back room of the club with similarly dressed men wearing gas masks.

The smoke has a musky, sweet, intoxicating smell to it. Both Richard and Christian’s heads swoon. Becoming lost in a daze, they hear in their minds and begin repeating: “We will improve. We will grow. We will defeat.” “We are one.” “We obey. We serve.” The two drones in the room approach Christian and gently lift his arms removing his jersey and replace it with the polo. As it assimilates Christian the gold voluntarily relinquishes hold and allows itself to become one with the collective. Christiangold55 is no more.

The scientific drones then place gas masks on the former Richard who was known among the gold as Hypnogold and Christian who was known as Christiangold55.

The musky, sweet smell is now more concentrated and pumped directly into the recruits. The new drones are led into another room to continue being assimilated and processed. All the while the two drone on “We will improve. We will grow. We will defeat. We are one. We obey. We serve.”

Along with the other drones absorbed in the club that day and night the Captain and Wingback of the Golden Army internalize their new identities and await their commands.

The next morning Polo-Drone-012 and Polo-Drone-055 head to the stadium.

As they approach the field their Golden Army kits reemerge.

Entering the dressing room Cap with an intensity and focus not seen before announces to the team :

“Bros it’s time to train. We will improve, We will be in sync. We will conquer!! Let’s get to it!"

[debaunart]

“SAGIRA WAS WORTHY OF DEATH.

OSIRIS WAS NOT.” - Xivu Arath

[polo-drone-038]

Drone Conversion Centre

More images of humans being converted into team members

Once the bro-cess is completed, new drones are released with a prime directive of acquiring new recruits to the hive.