#bee vibes

[dykeplants]

everything about this is so perfect to me..the character profiles renind me of like mythomagic cards to the signatures 😭

[neacle]

@marastriker

Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997)

dir. Andy Knight

[academic-vampire]

𝔠𝔬𝔷𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶 🍩☕️🧦

[slfcare]

Let your bad thoughts be bad thoughts and your bad feelings be bad feelings. Let "I feel so worthless right now" turn into "I want to do something that'll make me feel better" instead of "the fact that I feel worthless must mean that I am". There is so much power in actively refusing to tie negativity to the way you see yourself, without ignoring it altogether.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

lol, this song came back to haunt me, and Joy just doesn’t want to leave, so here’s a nice smash combo of the two… I might make a pink pony club version lol

Here’s the unshaded version cause I actually liked it a lot xD

[dinoserious]

invertober day 23, orange-legged drone fly. close up!

[houseswife]

what do you mean they were served court orders for malpractice? your honor, the only serving I see here is that of pure CUNT 🫶🏽

[summerwages]

a one antennae morning...

[dykeplants]

streets would say dick n jason hate each other guts and then this is them

[theminecraftbee]

Here is how to slowly, completely, and irrevocably fall into having someone know your soul as well as you do theirs:

First, be enemies, but of circumstance. Neither of you were really on opposite sides so much as connected to them. You think he loved them, though, that side that was only your enemy by virtue of not being your ally. He loved them, even if he didn't spend as much time with them. You mock him for this. For calling their leader 'king'. (Later, you'll hold onto mockery like it's all you have. You know it's not a game and you know he was really king, but without your ability to make fun of what's happening, you won't be much at all.)

You have a best friend then. This, too, is almost an accident, although to explain all the ways it's also on purpose will take longer than you have to explain. He's wonderful, and loyal, and going to die. So you die fast and young first, before him. You die in front of your friend. You die in front of him.

You don't regret it, the dying young, because it means you die before anyone else can die for you.

Second, watch your best friend fall in love with him, although that phrase feels both too pedestrian and too much like it's overstating the thing that really happens. You have your own drama for too long to really understand how it happens, of course. You're too busy facing a betrayal that will scrape the inside of your soul forever. (To tell the truth, you've already forgiven him for it, but there's something easy about being each other's enemies, so you keep going, orbiting around each other in betrayal betrayal betrayal. But that's someone else who knows your soul, another story.)

Then your best friend dies, as does nearly everyone else. You sit around a campfire with him. You tell him that your best friend trusts him; you'll trust him too. He stands by your side near the end, the two of you running together, another man's memories on your lips.

You're not sure what you regret, then, but you know there's something that won't undo that's a part of you now.

Third, learn the value of choices, as the universe tries its best to take yours from you. In this one, the people you're by the side of is at once familiar and strange. The finalists who'd protected you last time are now an ugly mix of your chosen soulmate and your enemy by making that choice; you attempt to hold on to your ability to choose even as blood makes it clear you can't. (The universe tried to pick someone who would fit you well, you realize later. More people who know your soul that this story isn't actually about. You care for him too, is the thing; you care for choosing more.)

You don't see him much, this time. You respect each other, though. It's hard not to respect each other after everything that's happened. Still, you don't see him, and he doesn't see you. Instead, you see the end of the game. You nearly hold it in your fingers.

You regret. You regret deeply. You are so tired of watching people die, you think, and you regret more than anything else that you couldn't stop it.

Fourth, become enemies, but this time intentionally. Enemies, maybe, is a strong word; you're assigned co-parents, except bad, divorced ones. There's something hysterical about the whole thing, in both the comedic sense of the word and in the original, more concerning sense, especially given the way you all have thought about your best friend-now-son in the past. (Family ties are a thing you'll come to value; it's just that what the names are don't count, really, not when you do this again and again and again. Plus, it's nice to be able to have an excuse to yell.)

It's almost fun again. Maybe it's almost fun. You trade barbs with each other, and try to kill each other, and this time the consequences are light enough that you try to help each other, too. You see each other a lot. You're enemies, of course, but you see each other a lot, as you are: scared, and tired, and not as frightening as you appear, and happy, despite it all.

You don't regret much. You die fast and young, alongside your allies. You see his face before you do though, and you think he's the one with regrets.

Fifth, trip over him as you run across the first session of a new game. You don't know yet what this one will be, if it will be betrayals, or more stolen choices, or family, or fun, or anything else, but you look him in the eyes and make a choice. You will be friends this time instead of enemies. And it's nice. He and you fit together oddly now, but well, despite the oddities. You've had time to learn to, from a distance, and then closer and closer. (People seem baffled you're friends now. You wish you could explain that that's how these stories go sometimes.)

You're pretty certain he'll leave you when the time comes. He says he's a runner, and not a protector, and yet, when the time comes to betray you, you both know he won't hurt you, and you're both surprised anyway.

"You might regret this," you tell him quietly. You both have scars.

"You might regret this," he agrees. But you also both have choices.

"Okay," you say. "Have you ever fallen in love?"

"Cleo," he says, brushing your hair aside, and he doesn't answer.

"I don't think I have," you say honestly. "I think it's something else. Have you ever accidentally given someone a piece of your soul?"

"All the time," he says, and that's that.

The end is coming soon. You'll find out if you regret it.

[satans-knitwear]

Puttin on some clothes.... Gotta keep it casual.

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[temporary-tats]

Here's a ko-fi roulette request from @notoftheskaal of the Bees on Bumblebee!

This one was super fun to do! Thank you for your the support <3

As usual, please do not reupload without credit/permission. Thank you folks!

(My Ko-fi, should you wish!)

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Well lets see if this one is ever going to be finished 😐

Remember these clowns? Its callisto, achilles and altair! This time with y/n

I watched Bee and Puppycat again and i think it shows

[applestruda]

do you have a sona ref sheet or anything? what i’ve seen of it is cool and i love seeing people’s full designs

tbh this is the only thing i got of my sona, i dont draw her too much

this is my skin tho (i tried my best but ive never made a skin before,, also the flowercrown was done by @/thatcoyperson bc he made me a skin and i used it as a base to make this one)

[thyming]

Transparent free-to-use bee text divider, requested by anon. ♡

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