#beewriting

[bellflowerbee]

Lingering Magic Teaser

With a thick winter coat on, Marinette was strolling the streets of Paris - wandering around the dim streets. It was almost ten P.M., yet she had not spoken with her parents today. She had tried to tell them about the bullying problem she was facing from Chloe Bourgeois, yet they ignored her. They were always 'too busy with the bakery' and 'didn't have time for interruptions' to listen for even a minute. Marinette had come across the entrance to the lightless Parisian catacombs and felt almost drawn to it. 

She had cautiously wandered in, carefully avoiding any pools of water (is that water? It seems too thick, Marinette thinks) and took a sharp right turn, leading to a dead end. She looked around, wondering what had drawn her here, why, and how that was possible when she saw a glint. With an inquisitive gleam in her eyes, Marinette cautiously stepped towards it, gently moving aside the moss, uncovering a black ring with a neon green paw print. 

A black glow extruded from it when she picked it up, about to put it on. It wasn't precisely a glow, but it was the best word to describe the light that absorbed the small amount of illumination from the room. Drawing Marinette in, she leaned closer when a creature suddenly emerged. While most kids her age would be terrified at the cat-esq thing floating in front of her, even as a six-year-old she did nothing but stand there, curious.

The creature floated in front of her momentarily before flying closer, seemingly inspecting her. Marinette finally spoke, “What are you?”

“I'm… your new friend! Yeah, your new friend. I'm Plagg,” the creature, who she now knew as Plagg, answered.

“Alright…” Marinette said, suspicious. She was very perceptive - her teachers had noted it in class, subsequently telling both her and her parents - and could tell Plagg wasn’t telling her the full truth. She accepted his flimsy excuse, figuring he had a good reason for not sharing. “I’m Marinette, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too, kid. Now, put on your ring, it'll change to whatever you want it to!” Plagg informed, cheerful. He hadn’t had a good - or even decent - holder in a while and was optimistic about this small child. Often stolen off his holders’ bodies, he was grateful for a chance at a good holder.

Marinette excitedly put the ring on - changing it to a rose-gold band, not too thin but not too thick. She had sparkles in her eyes as she stared at it, giddy to have magic jewellery and - the best part - a friend! She had been without company for so long, other kids afraid of invoking Chloe’s wrath and her parents too busy to spend even an ounce of time with her.

[ray-hall]

all the world around us (chapter 6)

It’s almost painful, when James says, “What if we miss out on it? What if it’s real and we discard it?” And Regulus, because he has excuses, because he grew up hurt and with a hand around his neck, because he turned out this way; burnt and disgusting and undeserving, wants to give James nothing. Because if he gives James anything, even just an inch, even just the ghost of it, he will not want to stop. He would do it all, anything he’d need, anything he’d want, for a chance at it. He’ll want to give James everything. So he says, “What if we try and it’s not? What’s left of us then?” Regulus knows he can never let go of the violence. He’s gotten so good at it over the years. He holds his mother’s silence in his hands and his father’s poison in his mouth. He has long stopped hoping to outgrow it. He became a storyteller to get rid of the things that haunt him and still he always ends up telling the same story: of how he tries and tries and tries, and still fails anyway to outrun it. James’ next inhale sounds shakier than the one before. “What’s left of us now?”

6/25 chapters | WIP | AO3 or: jegulus in witness protection (unresearched), fake dating, there’s only one bed, crushes-to-complicated-enemies-to-lovers (with some background wolfstar bc im weak)

[dumbcoffeebee]

something something the inherent trust of pokemon to allow your own capture into a foreign thing held by something that extends their grace and love unto you while parading the dichotomy of domesticity and wild, of tame and animal.

[buchstabennetzwerk]

#mondaymotivation: Entfalte Dich!

Es erfüllt mich mit Freude, dir Unterstützung und Rat bieten zu können. Ich schreibe für mein Leben gern und habe schon ganze Notizbücher voll gekratzt mit Wörtern ind Bildchen. Schreiben ist eine wunderbare Möglichkeit, deine Gedanken und Gefühle auszudrücken und zu teilen. Nutze es als Ventil und emotionalen Ausgleich, wann immer du es brauchst. Mache es bunt, bildhaft oder chaotisch.�� Finde…

[lamentsof-bee]

graveyard shift

let me tell you what social media is -

a graveyard of every person i've ever loved.

comments of users that no longer exist

but once, lit a fire in my heart.

photos tagged with faces that looked happy then

and now only look alien.

and i wonder - do you still squint your eyes when you smile?

do you still hold up a peace sign when the camera flashes?

what about your laughter? does it still sound melodic and

do you still look over your glasses at whoever is taking your picture?

captions are filled with nicknames and inside jokes,

all of which fall on deaf ears now.

did we know, when we started,

that we would forever be surrounded

by the ghosts of who we once were?

of who we once loved?

i have never seen a graveyard so colourful

and so honest

[dunbonnets]

CHRISTMAS 2022

gift for Bee ( -beewrites- on wattpad )

graphic by dunbonnets ( dunbonnet on wattpad )

GOLD RUSH, a Colin Bridgerton fanfic

READING LINK:

[darkside-of-the-m00n]

Slow and Steady. 🐢🐝 • • • • #morningmotivation #sketch #drawing #doodle #bujo #bulletjournal #positivevibes #artist #beewriting #turtle #cute https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs3XkaNj-_q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i700cc1802u9

[bellflowerbee]

Lingering Magic - Chapter One

ao3 // next

See summary, inspired by, and end notes on ao3

With a thick winter coat on, Marinette was strolling the streets of Paris - wandering around the dim streets. It was almost ten P.M., yet she had not spoken with her parents today. She had tried to tell them about the bullying problem she was facing from Chloe Bourgeois, yet they ignored her. They were always 'too busy with the bakery' and 'didn't have time for interruptions' to listen for even a minute. Marinette had come across the entrance to the lightless Parisian catacombs and felt almost drawn to it. 

She had cautiously wandered in, carefully avoiding any pools of water (is that water? It seems too thick, Marinette thought) and took a sharp right turn, leading to a dead end. She looked around, wondering what had drawn her here, why, and how that was possible when she saw a glint. With an inquisitive gleam in her eyes, Marinette cautiously stepped towards it, gently moving aside the moss, uncovering a black ring with a neon green paw print. 

A black glow extruded from it when she picked it up, about to put it on. It wasn't precisely a glow, but it was the best word to describe the light that absorbed the small amount of illumination from the room. Drawing Marinette in, she leaned closer when a creature suddenly emerged. While most kids her age would be terrified at the cat-esq thing floating in front of her, even as a six-year-old she did nothing but stand there, curious.

The creature floated in front of her momentarily before flying closer, seemingly inspecting her. Marinette finally spoke, “What are you?”

“I'm… your new friend! Yeah, your new friend. I'm Plagg,” the creature, who she now knew as Plagg, answered.

“Alright…” Marinette said, suspicious. She was very perceptive - her teachers had noted it in class, subsequently telling both her and her parents - and could tell Plagg wasn’t telling her the full truth. She accepted his flimsy excuse, figuring he had a good reason for not sharing. “I’m Marinette, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too, kid. Now, put on your ring, it'll change to whatever you want it to!” Plagg informed, cheerful. He hadn’t had a good - or even decent - holder in a while and was optimistic about this small child. Often stolen off his holders’ bodies, he was grateful for a chance at a good holder.

Marinette excitedly put the ring on - changing it to a rose-gold band, not too thin but not too thick. She had sparkles in her eyes as she stared at it, giddy to have magic jewellery and - the best part - a friend! She had been without company for so long, other kids afraid of invoking Chloe’s wrath and her parents too busy to spend even an ounce of time with her. 

“Hey, you good, kid?” Plagg questions. He had seen the look in her eyes after he introduced himself as her friend and the look had gotten more intense after she put on the ring. 

Marinette responds carefully, “Yeah, it’s just that I’d never really had a friend before. All of the other students are scared of being bullied as well and my parents are always busy in the bakery. I've never even had company- before.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll never leave you,” Plagg promises.

“Are… are you sure?”

“Of course, Marinette”

. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Marinette walked out of the catacombs and through the streets, retracing her steps to return to the bakery. Roughly twenty minutes later, Marinette arrived back home. Before she opened the door, Plagg pulled her to the side with a hissed “kid, kid!”

Marinette stepped into the alley next to her parent’s bakery, glancing down at her pocket where he resided, she gave him a questioning look, “What’s up?”

“I forgot to tell you back in the catacombs, but you can’t tell anyone about me.”

“Why?”

“Uhh, well-”

“-It’s okay, you don't have to tell me. I trust you, if you say not to tell anyone, I won't,” Marinette interrupts. She understands that he’s not going to tell her everything yet, noticing earlier that he didn’t even tell her exactly what he was. “It’s not like they listen to me anyways,” she adds in a whisper.

“I’m sorry, your parents don’t listen to you? Marinette, kid, that’s not right.”

“What do you mean? They’re always busy with the bakery, and they just don’t have time. We still have family dinners where Mamman will make my favourite dinner and we sit down as a family!”

“Do they talk to you? Let you talk to them?”

“Well, uh, kinda? I know they love me, though!”

“Marinette…”

“It’s alright, Plagg, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Months passed, Marinette and Plagg getting closer by the second, when he seemed to grow unnerved. Plagg had been flitting around Marinette’s room and avoiding eye contact with her. Although she pretended not to notice, she could tell he was thinking about something. Marinette considered asking him what was going on but determined it was best to leave Plagg to his thoughts. Figuring he would come to her in his own time and share when he was ready. 

Marinette picked up her favourite book and sat on her chase - reading was pretty much the only thing she did before Plagg came into her life. Of course, she would also play Ultimate Mecha Strike I, her favourite video game, but she’d have to go downstairs to the living room, a reminder of the lack of people in her life. She started going down there more often to play games with Plagg by her side, but Marinette decided to let him stew in his thoughts as opposed to asking him to come down with her. 

Cracking open the book, she buried her nose in it, silent. As she sat there, Plagg stared at her, unbeknownst to Marinette. He felt bad interrupting her - though if he didn’t tell her now, he probably wouldn’t have the courage again. Because of his past abuse, he was still hesitant to trust her with what he really is but felt it was best to tell her early on in their friendship. Besides, he had quite a good feeling about her - she had been nothing but kind despite her neglect. With a good feeling about her, he finally spoke, “Uh, sorry to interrupt, Marinette, but I have something to tell you.”

Marinette, after bookmarking and closing her book, swivelled on her chase. Looking at Plagg intently, she asked, “What’s up?”

“Well, uh, it’s kinda hard to tell you, but I’m not exactly who, what, I’ve led you to believe.” Marinette gave him a questioning look, though she knew something was up before this. Plagg continued, “I’m… a magical being. Commonly referred to as a god, but I, and the rest of my kind, prefer the word deity.”

Marinette looked on, awed that she had a deity in her room, that she had been living with a deity. Then, she caught on to his words, “Wait, I’m sorry, ‘the rest of my kind?’”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Us kwamis - that’s what we’re called - have been around since our concepts existed, although weren’t bound to the miraculous until the... Shang Dynasty, I believe? I’m destruction incarnate, so I’ve been around as long as my counterpart, Tikki - creation incarnate, and the others slowly came into existence.”

“How long have you and Tikki been around? What do the other kwamis represent? Just how many of you are there?-”

“- Alright, Sherlock, I’m gonna cut you off there. To answer your questions, though, Tikki and I have been around since the beginning of time, and there are too many kwamis to list what all of them represent. A few off the top of my head are Trixx with his illusions, Wayzz’s protection, and Nooroo’s transmission.”

“Cool,” Marinette whispered, “That's so cool.”

Plagg, looking proud, said “Yeah, it is-”

“- does that mean you can teach me magic?” she cuts off, eager”

“Maybe. Give it a year, kid.”

“Sweet! …Do you wanna go play UMS with me?”

“Hell yeah!”

[ray-hall]

all the world around us (chapter 7)

“It's—I have never felt like I really had a goal, I guess. Remus, Sirius—even you. You have always known what you wanted to do.” That’s not true, Regulus wants to say, I have never known what I wanted to do at all. But he keeps silent. “I never had that,” the man continues. “I did Nursing because it seemed like the smart thing to do. My grades were good, I liked biology… It seemed like the next step. I just did it because it was logical, not because I wanted it.” Regulus almost feels awkward asking. “Did you want something else?” “No,” James shrugs, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to admit. “That's why it wasn't hard. I didn't have to give up anything to pursue my parents' dream or something. I just… I had nothing. No big plans, no life-fulfilling dreams. Just great A-level results and a lot of luck.” It seems otherworldly to Regulus, the idea of doing something just because he didn’t have anything else to do. Who didn’t have anything else to do? Regulus has been battling his parents’ expectations since he was three years old and ‘ahead of the curve’, like it was a conscious decision to start walking or talking or writing before others his age. “And you enjoy it now?” he asks, because it seems he does, right? It seems James has somehow, without a plan, without any pressure, found himself exactly where he was meant to be.

7/25 chapters | WIP | AO3 or: jegulus in witness protection (unresearched), fake dating, there’s only one bed, crushes-to-complicated-enemies-to-lovers (with some background wolfstar bc im weak)

[foolintheeggshell]

aaaa thank you (obrigada??? n sei em q língua agradecer 😭)

OK - SATOH

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Gratitud - Los Espiritus

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When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)

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5:GMFU by odetari

& im not sure if im doing this right because i never did answers on here before but here goes nothing lol

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[dumbcoffeebee]

nothing like impulsively rewriting something you started literal years ago bc hoo boy that is a flaming hot mess

[buchstabennetzwerk]

15. Jahrestag bei WP

Heute ploppt bei mir die Nachricht auf, dass ich mich vor 15 Jahren bei WordPress registriert habe. 15 Jahre! Ich persönlich finde es toll, älter zu werden. Bei WordPress hatte ich schon einige Blogs, die ich im Laufe der Jahre geschrieben und geschlossen habe. Manchmal lagen lange Pausen dazwischen, aber irgendwie kam ich nie wirklich davon weg. Dafür schreibe ich zu gerne! Heute möchte ich…

[slimeybee]

Can you ever feel the old, rotted sutures tear apart from your shabby stitching job? You knew they wouldn't keep things together when you put them in, but you couldn't convince yourself to touch the new pack from the store? They'll just get dirty, you tell yourself, why not use the ones that you always have? Sure, they're prone to rips and tears but they've always worked in the past. If only for a few months at a time. You know you need to grab the new ones, but they're on top of the medicine cabinet and you just can't muster the strength to get up and reach for them.

You have to hope that maybe one day you'll get the courage, but you just keep picking up that old pack.

It's almost like you don't want the new ones. You know how well they'll work, but they won't feel the same, and familiarity has comfort, even if familiarity is weak.

[lamentsof-bee]

i think this intimacy will kill me.

i feel it tear at my heart,

pouring desire into my every crevasse.

the whispers don’t quiet in my head:

‘do you need help with your claw clip?’

no, i shake my head

he inspects me carefully, assessing

and something warm opens in my chest.

it’s sips of water from the same glass,

so natural, so innocent.

i wonder if i might drown in this familiarity -

ten hours of company have never felt so short

a small smile and a statement that comes from deep inside

‘i had fun’

me too, i think as i get lost in our shared space

me too

[tophsbiggestfan]

Okay okay so you asked for a taang prompt, I'm thinking of Jealous Aang? Man of your choice i don't really care, I just wonder how Aang would act.

I got two jealous Aang asks, so I’ll actually be writing two different scenarios, but only one for tonight- under the cut :) 

“Your first crush was Katara?” Toph asked, incredulous. She and Aang had a night off and spent it lounging together in their Ba Sing Se home. 

“Yeah... I felt like it was pretty obvious.” Aang answered sheepishly; no doubt regretting the passionate advances he made as a twelve-year-old. 

Toph snorted. “No, it was definitely obvious. Just, you never had any crushes before her I meant? Didn’t you actually get to go to school with other kids?” She asked, a touch of jealousy in her voice. 

“Other boys. And... boys aren’t normally my thing.” He shrugged. “Katara was kind of the first girl around my age I met and, you know...��� 

Toph laughed. “Yeah, yeah she’s pretty and nice- I get it. Well, the more you know.” She smiled and leaned back into her chair, content with the information that she had learned. 

Aang, on the other hand, was only intrigued. “Well, who was your first crush then?” 

“Sokka.” She answered, almost too fast. 

“What?” Aang blinked. Her answer felt like a slap in the face. “You were traveling with the literal Avatar and you had a crush on- on Sokka?! He had a girlfriend!” 

“Aang, are you serious? You don’t really think you’re that high and mighty, do you?” 

Aang spluttered. “Well, no, I don’t. I just thought... I guess I assumed you had always had feelings for me and that’s why you were so mean at first.” 

Toph smiled. “Yeah, I was mean to you because I liked you. But, no offense, no one has a crush on a twelve-year-old boy unless they’re younger than him already. Weren’t all your entourages, like, six?” 

“They weren’t six.” He said, though not entirely sure now that he thought back on it. There was a period of silence before he said, “You really liked Sokka over me?” 

Toph rolled her eyes before climbing across the couch towards him to sit practically on top of him. “Aang, you do not need to be jealous about my pre-pubescent crush from fifteen years ago. I promise you, I have no feelings for Sokka anymore. If anything, it just shows that we have similar taste.” 

Aang couldn’t help but giggle at that. “That is true.” 

“I love you,” Toph told him. It felt like the actual cherry on the top of this situation. 

“I love you too.” 

[bayansa]

Millennial productivity جيل الألفية المنتج

لطالما اعتبرنا الإنتاجية محور الحديث والفخر. كم شهادة تمكنت من إنجازها خلال الكورانتين، كم كتاب قرأت، كم من المال لديك، كم من الأطفال، كم وكم وكم.

الإنتاجية أصبحت بمثابة الجبل العظيم الذي نتمنى الوصول إلى قمته. الوصل إلى القمه لزيادة العدد هو وهم رسمناه للشعور بالإنتاجية بدون أدنى تعبير إلى الجوانب الأخرى والتي حري بنا السؤال عنها.

كيف كانت رحله الصعود للقمه؟ هل استمتعت بها؟ هل قابلت أحدهم وقت الصعود؟ هل قمت بمساعدة أحدهم حتى يصعد؟ هل استمتعت بالقهوه الساخنه على القمة وشاركتها مع أحدهم؟ هل ساهمت القمه التي صعدتها في نشر السعاده إلى أحدهم عوضا عن زياده رقم في إنجازاتك؟

هل ساعد هذا الإنجاز في تحقيق الإكتفاء الذاتي أم أسهم في زيادة الإضراب العصبي والنهم لمجرد الرقم الإنجازي؟

هي أسئله تحقق الرؤيه المتوازنه لحياة مليئه بالسعاده عوضا عن الإنجاز.

هل الإنجاز هو الغايه، وهل هو زياده رقم عوضا عن زيادة في الماهية والكيان الإنساني، زياده في البعد العاطفي والعقلي؟