#beebies

[vodid]

spring beebies

[malamiteltd]

The Esper Woods - Beeby

The Beeby is a typically docile insect that resides in the Esper Woods. They typically spend their time building hives and making a uniquely sweet honey. They're larger than regular bees, and their colonies work slightly differently -- the average colony rarely exceeds 20, and rather than having different "classes" (queen, worker, etc.), they all work together doing all the important jobs. It's assumed that they communicate to each other telepathically.

They typically run away when danger approaches, but when they're pushed too far they will retaliate. One option is to use their stingers to incapacitate their threats. The venom in their stings will cause the stung area to go numb, or even be paralyzed, ranging from a few minutes to hours depending on how much venom is released. Too many stings in too many places could cause a total nerve shutdown for the victim, leading to death. It's theorized that Beeby venom could be used as an anesthetic. (Beeby stingers are not barbed, so stinging will not risking their well-being.)

Their second option, however, is a bit more unusual. They may begin to swarm the threat and expel beeswax in massive amounts, effectively encasing them in the substance. We have an image of a Leppicorn up above being subjected to this form of imprisonment. The worst part about this is that the beeswax of Beebies is very tough -- it's been compared to stone in hardness, though it is lighter and surprisingly buoyant. In this situation, it would require a strong tool like a metal axe to break the beeswax open.

The strange thing about this is that the beeswax method does not appear to be a tactic they normally use, as it's a tiring and wasteful method. Beeby colonies are often subject to mind control; in nearly all cases, another Esper Beast can cause the Beebies to act unnaturally. It's especially obvious here, where the eyes and antennae of the Beeby colony seem to glow. Chances are it's not the Beebies that are holding a grudge with this poor Leppicorn...

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

The fact that you’re not calling their offspring he Beebies is a missed opportunity

Eh, hindsight is 20/20. I personally like Bumblebabies or Bumblebaby. It's been part of the Fandom for years, and I think it's adorable. Beebies, in my opinion, kind of sounds like someone baby talking their dog or ammunition for a B.B. gun.

Thank you for the insight, though! Beebies is cute, just not what I'm going for. But. Hey! There's nothing stopping you from starting a trend! Write up a few Bumbleby baby blurbs and fics and call them Beebies!

[theflirtmeister]

(via yabagofmilfs, fyeahevgenimalkin)

[buttslapsmcgee]

[themetalvirus]

commission for @mirthfulmauve of silver being cute!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to color it so i did

[terminally-outsiders-obsessed]

squeezes johnny and ponyboy gently as they make a squeaky dog toy sound

[defense-slenderman]

Call me phoenix wright the way I actually cannot stop staring st miles edgeworth andnthinking 'wowowowo hes so cool and strong and it's so cool how he's resilient to higher ups despite the entire law system being corrupt and littered with darkness, especially since the guilt of his past actions haunting him!!'

[drawfee-quot3s]

ohhh are they having like a littlee, campinng experience outside?

i think dose are gwaves...

an eternal camp...

- julia + jacob

[beebisbeeble]

I love gan't sm gotta be my favourite little manipulative fucking whore with big tits and killed someone

[queerautism]

Still looking at houses available to rent and every day I am delighted by the local names

[vodid]

art dump that's been sitting around long enough. enjoy some more human blitzbee 🤲

featuring new hairstyles, getting the bee plushie from a carnival and a piece for a summer event <3

[allium-silk]

Clearing a bit my ideas list, and some of them needed me to have Orian's parent designed, so here they are! Their name is Parion and I'm still sorting stuff out about their lore and personality

Colors are still a wip though. Name is also provisory

[beetheyapper]

40 Instances of Chaotic Academia in My First Semester of College (YAY!)

I've had this cooking for months now, so I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. If you don't think these things are chaotic academia, I would like to firstly make it clear that I am a student at a university pursuing a degree in English, so everything I do at school is kind of inherently academic. Some of these, though, I admittedly am just sharing because I find them funny or ironic. Yay for entertainment!

This list spans my entire first semester of college, so it is quite extensive and I've hidden it with the cut. If you decide to look through, I hope you can get a giggle out of my agony. Thank you for your time <3

Chatting eagerly with my creative writing professor as she moved to the next class she had to teach—she was probably slightly annoyed by my presence, but willing to humor me as we climbed down flights of stairs—about my desire to be a writer and professor like she is. I want her job. I want it badly.

Hanging out and studying on the Quad (a plaza of sorts in front of the campus's main library) and getting acorns THROWN AT ME by a squirrel

Writing an entire essay as I was attacked by the aforementioned squirrel. The style of essay was inspired by Ross Gay's novel, The Book of Delights, which I read for my creative writing class, and yes, the squirrel was discussed.

Reading a passage from my American Literature homework aloud to my roommate to see if maybe she could grasp what the fuck it was saying. I gave up on this reading after pouring over it for about twenty minutes with only the slightest comprehension. (I hate the puritans)

Entertaining myself after my roommate has gone to sleep by watching video essays

On that topic, finding a video essay that I wholeheartedly disagreed with, and was moderately peeved by, and still watching it until the end.

Cutting up an old Van Gogh-themed calendar and using the images as wall decor.

Hanging a poster print of The Kiss by Klimt on one wall in our living room, and across from it is an awful drawing I made of "Micarus."*

This one is kind of just chaotic and sacralige, but the magnet hanging on our fridge of what appears to be an ai-generated (I know, I know. It was in Five Below, okay?) image of Jesus dunking a basketball. On it are the words: "He Is Rizzen"

My inability to refrain from writing the most attrocious run-on sentences

Having about 15 tabs open at all times on my laptop. It's astonishing that it hasn't crashed on me yet (someone knock on wood for me please—none of the wood in my dorm is real)

Joining the only student-run publishing press in the country in prose & poetry editing and acquisitions. IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Having friends over for my 19th birthday and making them play Clue because it’s my favorite board game. Then, after everyone went home, going to the club with my older sister just to dance

Spending all of my dining dollars on coffees and teas to sip on and get me through study sessions/morning classes

Writing an essay at a football game because I’ll be damned if I miss it but I’ll be even more damned if I fail a class

Going to the library to study only to get absolutely nothing done because I accidentally spent the entire time rambling

Cranking out a wonderfully-written, two-page essay in an hour the day it's due only to FAIL because I accidentally submitted it as a .docx instead of a .pdf and my professor took FIFTY PERCENT OFF for that.

Going out to coffee with my American Literature professor because not only is it an extra credit opportunity in the class I bombed the essay for, but also just because I want to talk about literature

Watching an entire video essay breaking down "Nature" by Emerson as I do my makeup before class

Acting like a victorian child dying of the plague because I got an upper respiratory infection that lasted like two and a half weeks.

Using one of the shelves in my closet to hold my books because I unfortunately do not have an actual bookshelf

Having four seperate items related to Edgar Allen Poe. I love that sad freaky man

Having Daisy Jones and the Six in between The Picture of Dorian Gray and Pride and Prejudice on the aforementioned “shelf”

Getting myself a journal from a local bookstore that looks like a fancy hardcover edition of The Great Gatsby

Stressing over my American Lit midterm and studying with two friends for it at a local coffee shop for like six hours.

Having to make a dramatic video inspired by a verse of “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman. I made it the day it was due 🙂‍↕️

Going the ENTIRE semester without my glasses because I couldn’t find them, then finding them my first day home for winter break.

Going out to the gay bar with my friend, sleeping over at her dorm, and then binge-watching the entire Hobbit trilogy the next day as we analyzed all of the differences between the films and book

Attending a “gala” on a whim, not realizing it was being hosted by the local ballroom dancing group. i showed up tipsy and overdressed

Constantly complaining about the architecture of the buildings on campus because there’s one that looks really cool and has a lot of intricate architectural elements, and then the rest are mediocre

repeatedly visiting the oldest building on campus (which has been turned into a museum) not only for the history and aesthetics of it, but also partially just to hold the sword

changing my autocorrect settings so that my acronyms turn into (roughly) shakespearean english. (example: “omg” becomes “O, by mine own holy grace!”) i did this for no reason other than I Thought It Would Be Funny. my actions plague me to this day.

repeatedly pondering changing my minors (so far I have gone world lit -> creative writng -> creative writing + latin -> creative writing + world lit)

making tomb stone decorations for halloween of famous gothic/horror authors

a continuation of the previous one, accidentally writing "Bram Stroker" instead of Bram Stoker. who stroking they bram rn

sitting in a coffee shop and writing fanfiction that I will never publish on ao3 purely for my own enjoyment. i should have been studying

talking to random french people** about literature and poetry even though i was supposed to be talking about something else

trying various new coffee shops around town because i'm a freshman and i'm trying to find the spot

telling myself i was going to set aside an hour every day to read (in an attempt to finish the many books on my tbr) and failing after like two days

quoting (from memory) "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe verbatim to my boyfriend in the middle of the night because we were holding a flashlight under our faces like kids telling ghost stories

*Micarus was born from a discussion about Icarus between me and my roommate. She accidentally said "Micarus," and after a shared chuckle at the thought, followed it up with "Mickey Mouse when he flies too close to the sun."

**for my french 102 class I had to do a few "TalkAbroad" sessions which is essentially just a zoom call with a french speaker of your choosing

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

The chirvil all tuckered out after a trip to the grocery store!

His ass is going Straight to eeby deeby

[buttslapsmcgee]

hate how goon as become a slang word for jerkin it. like bro im just a silly little guy. im skedaddling around causing some mischief and mayhems. what da fak