#bee balling

[sitting-on-me-bum]

“Bee Balling”

by Karine Aigner

2022 BigPicture Competition

[anders-hawke]

#that’s Colin Featherington to you

[valentimmy]

finished the sunburnt sephiroth doodles months later

[theminecraftbee]

okay so. hear me out. but. au concept--

joel is one of many people affected by a Vanishing. its a phenomenon sweeping the country--people simply not showing up for work, school, life one day, as though they've vanished from the face of the earth. it's almost possible to mistake for normal missing persons cases, if it weren't for the way a few of the higher-profile Vanishings have happened to people who shouldn't have been able to vanish at all, let alone in a way that wouldn't be noticed until too late. look at joel's hometown. the people monitoring the dam were supposed to be redundant, and yet--

anyway. not like he cares or anything, except for the fact this stupid disaster or whatever has left him without anywhere to live or anyone to live with, and he still has a year of high school left, so he can't just do whatever he wants. luckily there's this school in a town called new hermiton that agreed to give him a scholarship to finish his education in the name of recovery and solidarity or whatever, and it's kind of a shwankier school than he'd normally go for, but it's free and, more importantly, they're willing to pay for his lodging, and he can't really turn that down. and it's not like he has a choice but to upend his entire life now. so packing what few of his belongings survived into a bag and getting on a train and moving across the country to a new school it is, he guesses.

(he's been having nightmares that inexplicably feature swarms of blue butterflies. last time he checked, lakes don't have butterflies in them. although maybe it's a metaphor or something, on account of the butterflies saying stupid stuff about how people who are remembered can't disappear, and even a false world cannot be erased if it's watched over, and how fate depends on him holding people in his heart. thanks for saying the same stupid shitty platitudes his social worker told him, just more cryptically, butterflies. real cool.)

new hermiton, it turns out, is a small city. while new hermiton academy is a newer school, much of the city is older. he's moved into a nice enough flat in an older apartment building. he has another cryptic butterfly dream. he thinks he remembers someone trying to urgently warn him of something, but it's all... shaky. that morning, he goes to the school for the first time. he's greeted by a fellow transfer student, skizzleman, although apparently he already knows some of the other folks in town, and transferred here so he could stay with them. but it's at least someone else in a similar enough situation to joel, especially since joel can just tell by the way people are looking at him that skizz didn't have much of a choice but to be here, either, and best friends with impulse or not, he's on his own too.

so. a friend. maybe this school won't be that bad, even if joel keeps having nightmares, and even if the weather here is weirdly cold for july, and even if his new homeroom professor keeps on looking at him really weirdly. (aren't professors supposed to be better about stupid rumors anyway? what's that mr. hills's deal?)

and then, two days later, he waves skizz off at the end of the school day, and gets skizz's friend, impulse, at his door, desperate to hear that skizz had just come to stay the night in joel's shitty lonely apartment, because otherwise it looks like--come on man. joel's already having a shit time. the universe deciding to go after his one existing friend too? he promises impulse to help investigate that night, in the vain hope that Skizz isn't one of the Vanished. joel gets a splitting migraine trying to follow their path back, though, and they have to stop for the night.

skizz is reported missing the next morning. joel resigns himself to cutting himself off from the people around him, as per usual. then, strangely, mr. hills corners him as he goes home.

"you'll need this," he says, and shoves what feels like a cheap butterfly knife into joel's hands. "uh, remember, trust your heart! you'll know how to use it."

"what," joel says. "hold on. you're supposed to be a teacher. why are you giving me this. i know for a fact my file says i have like, ptsd or whatever, which is stupid, but you definitely aren't supposed to be giving me a knife, you weirdo?"

"you'll know how to use it," joe hills says again. "goodbye! believe in yourself!"

mr. hills sprints behind a building before he has to explain anything else. joel is left standing on the sidewalk holding a knife, staring after him.

so. that's weird as hell. joel shivers in the cold and continues on his way home. the butterfly knife feels heavy in his pockets. he should probably report that guy to his social worker or something, but actually talking to his social worker feels like conceding defeat. joel can take care of himself. he can prove he can take care of himself. just watch him. step one: go out to get ramen because he forgot to buy any food for his apartment.

he sees impulse putting up signs as he eats. impulse looks miserable. joel thinks about how skizz, just in the short time he'd known him, had sort of unintentionally given away that he felt isolated after his mother Vanished. that impulse was a great friend, but impulse didn't understand what it was like. he never really SAID as much, but--

it's not fair to impulse, for that to be the last thing impulse remembered of what was apparently a friend since childhood. and joel doesn't care about any of these guys, but he can still pay his check and go out and help impulse go looking. he's no good at comforting people and doesn't know this guy, but joel had been alone too, sitting on the roof and crying, when the helicopters came.

except when they go back to the path by the school, joel's head starts to hurt again.

he looks up and there's a butterfly.

"hey, impulse, are butterflies common here?" he asks, a little desperately.

"i mean, not really, why?" impulse says.

"uh," joel says, and gestures. the two of them stare as the strange yellow butterfly circles in place.

"okay, so that is kind of weird," impulse admits.

"right?" joel says. "the only way it would be weirder is if it were blue." impulse gives him a look. joel does not explain.

it starts to fly away.

"we should follow it," impulse says, his voice getting a little dull. "yeah. we should follow it."

"what? no! no we should not follow the haunted butterfly, are you nuts?" joel says, but it's a bit too late. (maybe this is what the knife is for: stabbing impulse. it would be an effective method of stopping him!) he chases impulse down, down to the river, where yellow butterflies are swarming. impulse, as though possessed, simply steps into the swarm and falls through them to the water.

joel's, uh, freaking out more than a little bit? he'll admit he's freaking out. he dives forward to try to grab him, only to realize that he doesn't see impulse anywhere.

a single blue butterfly lands on joel's shoulder. "do you hold his heart next to yours?"

"i'm going insane," joel says.

"no heart is meant to be completely alone. do you hold his next to yours?"

"this isn't happening," joel says. "this is like a stupid manga or something. it's not happening."

"there is still time to save them; you must hold your heart strong, or the consequences will be dire. i believe in you."

the butterfly vanishes.

"fuck it," joel says. "if i drown then it's nothing people haven't expected of me anyway."

he steps through the swarm of butterflies.

that night, he drags both impulse and skizz out of the river. they're all freezing cold. shadows and strange, yellowy liquid still cling to all of their skin. also, joel stabbed himself, which like, glad to know that's what the knife was for, apparently, and the scar is warm and comforting. he can feel his--persona, and don't ask him how he knows that--shifting under his skin, under the mark on his hand. it said its name is pygmalion; it says it is a piece of joel's soul.

this is all patently insane. but skizz and impulse are alive and NOT eaten by shadow monsters, so even if they're both a little unconscious, joel takes that as a win.

they lie on the ground outside the river. someone stumbles across them. "well give me some teeth and call me an alligator. you got out on your own," breathes a fellow student clutching a dagger. joel thinks he's in the class across the hall. also--

"what are you talking about," joel wheezes.

"you found it on your own. you can find them?" the student says. his eyes are wide. something in joel's soul recognizes something in the student's. something in joel's BRAIN puts two and two together and realizes why mr. hills gave him a knife.

"no. no, go away, i don't want to be involved in this," joel says.

"well, don't you think it's too late for that?" the student says, and joel passes out. he's pretty sure the butterflies have to be laughing at him. in fact, as though to mock him further, after passing out, he doesn't even get to avoid it forever, because he wakes up in a glowing blue boat. there is a man with white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue outfit leaning over him, poking him.

joel takes no responsibility for punching him. he'd do it again, too, as the long-nosed man sitting next to the unmanned steering wheel welcomes him to the velvet room.

(this, joel realizes later, all rather sets the tone for what the next year of his life is about to become.)

[willabee]

:3?

[barbielore]

I'll be honest, I don't really know who Mark Ryden is. According to Google, he is the "godfather of pop surrealism", which I am assuming is true although I have seen some extremely dodgy things come up on Google lately as purported facts.

The reason I know his name is because he did a Mattel collaboration to create some of the most visually striking Barbies of recent years.

To work through the multiple dolls he was involved with, it is easiest to start with Barbie at the Surrealist Ball. These dolls are not particularly extravagant at first glance, but -- and I don't know about you -- the more I look the more I find fascinating things to look at.

I couldn't begin to hope to put this into words. But just as you start to get a sense of these dolls, I propose moving along to Pink Pop Barbie.

Pink Pop Barbie is a fascinating creature. Creature is the only word I have for her. Don't even get me started on that flowerpot with a face, or her meat handbag. (Also, I thought that beast on four legs beside her was a sheep, but according to the official Mattel website, it is a yak. I don't know enough about yaks to dispute it.)

Then thirdly, please feast your eyes on Barbie Bee.

I mean. That sure is a Barbie Bee. There is no other word for it. In a way the simplest, and accordingly the most modestly priced, but it still evokes more questions than I could ever hope to have answered.

Modestly priced, you may ask. Yes, Mattel originally released this for $260 AUD. If you are asking how this is modestly priced, consider that the Barbie at the Surrealist Ball dolls tipped the scales at $860 AUD.

These are all sold out now, but you can still look upon these dolls on the Mattel website (at least, as of right now - I don't know how much longer they'll be there -- I guess it will be really funny if they're gone before my queue fires) as well as other parts of the collaboration, like brooches, tote bags and an umbrella

[thefantastician]

misc Ian Jr./Infinite sketches

learn all about Ian Jr here

[temporary-tats]

A ko-fi request of a flustered Blake seeing Yang in a suit at the Vacuo Ball! This may be my favorite Yang sketch I've done - I cannot WAIT to see the V10 designs with the ponytail. As usual, do not reupload without permission/credit. Thank you folks!

(My Ko-fi, should you wish!)

[majachee]

SHOWING OFF THE COMMISSIONED PIECES I GOT FROM @/BALLPITBEE ON TUMBL R LETS GOOOOO

[i-lavabean]

A Tide and Bone masquerade

[candor-creator]

hold the sun close to your chest of course, this will burn you badly. but it is still yours.

[elodieunderglass]

Palinode has made me cry twice today I love her so much and I need Laos to be so much kinder to his soul

This fic is beautiful

Putting in my guess that Bee is a crested Gecko, as I went to school with a girl who had them as ESAs and she could and did regularly hide them under her scarf to take to class. They just chill there.

Also very fast.

(In reference to the his dark materials/dungeon meshi daemon au fic. Thank you! I am being flattened by dogs)

[pan-chandbgt]

[spins-in-confusion]

18

eepy ahh

[fashion-from-the-past]

[asklesbianonceler]

Thank you for your input, friends!!!

I’m sure there will be be more Halloween doodles!🕷️🎃🦇