#cicada Walters

[ltacryptid]

Sneak peak into this years goretober

@teknikolor-walters

[smilingstims]

Board for @teknikolor-walters's Cicada because I love them no matter who they are or have been or will be <3

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[teknikolor-walters]

Cicaderation drawings from school I never posted

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Enter Tier Two through 122E at 10pm sharp tonight. There is a high probability that you will encounter another individual inside of 122E. Dispatch with them in whatever way you deem appropriate - they are not an OVER employee, and nobody of consequence will miss them. Afterwards, proceed into Tier Two. There is a file somewhere in building 275B that should be labeled "XDFR239-4GF-ACB3" and bear a stamp in red ink stating "For US Government Internal Use Only" and a second stamp in blue ink stating "Project 2BR56". Retrieve this file, photograph its contents, and return it to its place. There should be at least five pages inside, and up to fifty. You will not understand the contents of this file, but it is important that they be eligible and we be able to read every character. After returning the file to its place you may return to your cabin for the night. Do not be spotted or identified. -W.BG

Jess looked at the order with confusion. It was pretty standard stuff for what they were having her do these days, but the bit about the other individual was unusual. It tapped out its concerns.

do we have to do this tonight? id rather not run into anyone else, over employee or not

It took all of three seconds for the response to come through.

For the sake of expedience, please follow orders without asking further questions. -W.BG

Yeah, that was about what he was expecting. She pocketed the phone and went to bed. She usually napped before missions - she couldn't be tired in case she had to run, but he also couldn't rely on caffeine, which activated its anxiety. So it set a timer for three hours and went to bed.

That night it tricked open the door to 122E, drew his gun, and stepped inside. Sure enough there was a man already inside the building, medium-long brown hair covering his face from this angle as he rifled around behind her desk. She pointed the gun at him. "Hands in the air."

The man stood up hurriedly, throwing up his hands. She looked closer. There was something oddly familiar about his face - she didn't think it knew him, but he could've sworn the man looked like someone else.

"What's your name, and what are you doing here?"

"Cicada," he answered. "Cicada Walters."

[teknikolor-walters]

@parkeryangs

here, i blur into you

(a love letter to my best friend)

ribs, lorde | kigiom | trista mateer | memorial bench for judy, from janice, source unknown | emma, jane austen | from a letter to doris dana, gabriela mistral | written on the body, jeanette winterson | sunsbleeding | friends, bts (jimin + taehyung) | we were girls together, delaney bailey

[ltacryptid]

Extremely Important H1VE meeting

(They’re watching SAW)

@teknikolor-walters

[teknikolor-walters]

🟣 Purple- What is something that your OC could not live without? What keeps them grounded in the worst of times?

For cicada but also scarab but also kinda the two OI cicaderations but also-

Them damn bugboy friendship bracelets!!!!! I definitely think it works as a reminder that he's cicada, even when he's done horrible things and doesn't think he deserves the label cricket made that bracelet for him and put his name on it. He's still cicada. He'll always still have cricket

[thatweirddolldude]

@teknikolor-walters Cicada and Hunt (OCs)

[teknikolor-walters]

this is just all of H1VE tbh, but ur right

so what if im doomed! so what! i can still have fun!

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain | I - Kicking the Red Dirt

draft status: (complete rewrite)

A/N: here she is! the first chapter to Chalk Mountain. i'm still working on drafting future chapters (completely rewriting all of my work has proven quite...harrowing) but this and the introduction chapter i posted will hopefully help me get any kinks out that i'm missing lol. anyway, enjoy! P.S., new character unlocked!

The glow of the setting sun beamed through Dixie’s curtains and illuminated her tattered blue saddlebag while she shoved clothes, toiletries, papers, and her I.D. inside. Admittedly, Dixie has pulled the run away stunt a few times. She’s never been as good at the disappearing act as her mother or brother; she loved her dear bedroom and all of her little secrets she hid amongst the walls. Dixie pulled open a drawer to a picture of her and her mom. She clutched it in her hand and read the faded pencil on the back:

Marigold & Dixie Anne, Dixie’s 9th birthday!!

The picture presented a young Dixie with flushed cheeks, blowing out her birthday candle on a cupcake with red icing that surely stained her teeth for the days to come; her mother, Marigold, stood behind her with a joyful smile on her face and hair to match her daughter. Declan, around seven years old, stands next to Dixie with a keen eye on the delicious dessert – their father holds a tight hand on his shoulder, to prevent the lunge.

After she tossed the photo into the bag along with more of her belongings, she tiptoed across the hallway and down to the last bedroom, then crept inside the door. She walked around the bed and began to dig inside her fathers bedside drawer and pulled out her most important evidence yet.

An old postcard that was inside an envelope addressed to Walter and his daughter. No return address or name, but writing that said:

I miss you, Dixie Anne & Walter Alvarez

The postcard was from an old ghost town named Chalk Mountain; only a couple hours drive from where Dixie lived. Surely, she thought, this was her mother trying to reach out for them. Walter hid this from Dixie for as long as he had it and didn’t know that she had come to find it. She pretended along with his scheme until the day would come that she would go for the gun, and that day had come.

Dixie shoved it into her pocket of her overalls and crept back down the hall to her room. Quietly, she shut the door and packed the last item she required for her journey; the envelope. All that was left to do was wait for the sun to set and the cicadas to sing.

A determined stomp came through the hallway and into a nearby room, followed by a door slamming shut. Her father has gone to bed in a mood; not unusual. Dixie carefully picked up her bag and looked around her room to make sure she didn’t forget anything, then saw Marigold’s old blue messenger cap. She picked it up from the back of her desk chair and pulled it down over her thick hair.

That was the day that Dixie disappeared.

She scurried out of her room and slipped out of the green kitchen door that didn’t have a hinge. She rounded the house corner and slid her dirty socks into her dirty boots and took one last look at her house. Part of her hoped she would feel some sort of remorse as she walked away from that rickety old porch, but all of the memories seemed to sour as they remained inside of those walls.

Dixie ignored her fathers dog that barked at her as she left; that dog always hated her. She ignored the crow that had waited outside the door for her and cawed loudly as she fled. She ignored the porch light when it flicked on along with her headlights. She turned up the radio when Walter called out for her; and she watched the red dirt that her tires threw while she peeled away turn him into a far away shadow in her rearview and never looked back.

Her 1998 Toyota Avalon screamed down the road, her music turned up louder than the whine of her engine, while Dixie steered with her left knee and read the Atlas with her hands. The postcard sat in her dash in front of her fuel gauge and rattled along with her suspension; she needed the reminder that she isn’t just running away from something, she's running towards it.

The drive was long, bland, and without sights to keep the driver entertained. The red dirt and the caprocks that towered over her made for a beautiful sunset in the evening, though; orange reflecting on orange.

Sooner than she expected, Dixie rolled up on a large formation of mesas that framed the two-lane road she’d grown to know so well on this adventure. It began to feel claustrophobic as the red rocks grew closer over top of her, almost forming a vague shape of a tunnel. She turned down her music and felt the hairs on her neck stood on end, something in her head screamed at her like a siren that she was close.

The rocks dispersed slowly and began a clearing of buttes galore across the cactus plains. Dixie emerged over a hill that overlooked a few damaged structures ahead of her, hidden in the darkness. She pressed onto the gas and sped up while she stole glances back and forth between her map and the barren road, the realization soon to hit that she was at her destination.

“What…what the hell?” Dixie said aloud to no one but herself.

As Dixie crept closer to the town in shambles in the night, her eyes struggled to make out the shapes in the distance that seemed to change too rapidly for her brain to comprehend. They looked abandoned and gutted but also in perfect shape and full of humanity.

She felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her; that she must be exhausted from her drive in the middle of the red nowhere. The wind began to pick up enough to slightly push her car towards the shoulder, even though she was below the towering red rocks that surrounded her. Dixie’s vision began to only grow worse when the red dirt began to kick up against her windshield, with no help from her windshield wipers.

Streetlights ahead flickered with just enough occasional illumination through the dust cloud to shadow the silhouettes of the shambled town that seemed to change from old and abandoned to brand new and populated along with the bulb.

Once Dixie was able to make it out of her dirt cloud and out of the parted rock, she felt her shoulders be relieved of all the tension she was holding onto. She cranked her shoulders back and settled down into her seat with a deep breath.

With one last glance at her map and back to the road, Dixie slammed on her brakes to a screeching halt. A slender and tall man stands alone in the middle of the deteriorating road, hands by his sides and a calm look upon his face.

The tall man offered a gentle wave of his hand as a ‘hello’. Dixie warily waved back after a double-check that her doors were locked. They stared at each other for a moment; her internal voice told her to throw it in reverse and get the hell out of dodge, until the man began to approach the vehicle like a shadow that flashed in and out of her headlights.

When the man grew closer, the voice in her head began to mutate and change into one that was not her own. The pitch grew deeper, the verbiage changed, and even her fear of the stranger slowly faded away.

“Welcome home, little one,” The glooming voice said in her head. The stranger was at her window, bent down to look inside. The voice spoke again, but the stranger's mouth lacked any indication of speech: “I hope the world was kind to you.”

[cubixrubington]

MICHI CICADA WALTERS POINTS AT YOU AGGRESSIVELY

Can you tell me some nocturnal/night insects pretty please :) I love you :) cmon :) it's for character design pretty please :)

[parkeryangs]

after cicada leaves, cricket starts writing them letters. he isn't sure why—they're gone, and he isn't, and he wouldn't have the first idea on how to go about getting them back. so every week they sit down at the too-small desk shoved into the corner of their quarters and write until their fingers ache and are stained with ink, then sneak down the hall and shove them under the mattress of the long-empty bed cicada once stayed in.

they wrote the first letter after ty questioned them. in all fairness, it made sense; cricket had been warned before about getting too close to the subjects, letting affection and warmth for cicada distract him from the flinchite's work. now rhat cicada was gone, he couldn't even blame ty for suspecting he had anything to do with it.

the second letter, after he'd caught some kind of beetle that managed to make it into the compound and had tried to live in ty's office. he kept it, though ty didn't know that, in a little tank next to his bed, snagging extra fruit from the compound cafeteria to feed it. cricket tells cicada that he wasn't sure what species it was, but that he thinks they would've liked it.

the third and fourth include messy, rushed sketches of cricket's pet. they're not an artist by any means, but the drawings are recognizable enough, complete with little atars scattered around the beetle. he doesn't name it—he asks cicada to do so, in the fourth letter, as if the other was ever going to be able to read these letters, let alone respond. cricket mentions that the other employees, even those he once called friends, are wary of him now. wherever he goes, cricket spells trouble. not that cicada ever minded.

the fifth letter, they burn. cricket wants to forget every word he wrote.

the sixth letter is an apology. he says he's sorry for whatever happened and that he hopes cicada is safe, somewhere. cricket isn't sure if they should still find a way out on their own, or give up and return to being the mindless soldier ty wanted them to be, lacking any of the heart that sparked their friendship with cicada in the first place. he says he misses cicada, and hates himself, at least a little bit, for not even trying to do anything to fix it. for lying down and rolling over and giving up. one corner of this letter is charred, smudged with ash and wrinkled by teardrops in a few places.

@teknikolor-walters

[teknikolor-walters]

@parkeryangs

unknown / ranata suzuki / unknown / i miss you, im sorry by gracie abrams / @/hagims on twitter / mary oliver / louise gluck / @/gaphic / unknown

"forgive me...memory is a rope round my neck"

[ask-the-b33h1ve]

Hello and welcome to ASK H1VE!

Our admins are:

@ltacryptid

@teknikolor-walters

@ty-bayonet-betteridge

For more lore, check the #H1VE tags on these accounts!

This is an IN-CHARACTER blog for our WOE.begone group, H1VE! The characters you can ask are:

Cicada Walters: He/They. Consolidation between Mike Walters and Elijah Mayfield, a tier 3 OVER worker.

Scarab Walters: He/They. Cicada’s Cowboy iteration.

PR1ZE: He/Him. WOE.Begone player whose first prize was himself.

B0UNTY: He/Him. PR1ZE’s Cowboy iteration.

Jessica: She/Her. WOE.BEGONE player who killed an iteration of herself to escape WOE.BEGONE's control.

Jess: He/She/It. The iteration of Jessica that she killed to fake her death, revived by WOE.BEGONE to continue working for them.

Jessie: She/It and 🤠/🤠s. Jessica's Cowboy iteration.

Elijah: Any pronouns. An iteration of the Elijah who works at tier three that was sent to work with H1VE.

[bugs-are-nifty]

I have found the list of our current members. To my knowledge it is still accurate. Now I must rest, my aching bones need to sleep

Sincerely, Granny Long Legs

Bug species -- Name ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Atlas Moth -- Mark Mosura

Bumble Bee -- "Bee King"

Daddy Long Legs -- "Granny Long Legs"

Praying Mantis -- "Manti"

Orchid Mantis -- Ochi "Oreo" M.

Tarantula -- Talyn Y.

Scorpion -- Scarlet S.

Scorpion -- Samara S.

Katydid -- Katherine M.

Fly -- Figaro F.

Water Strider -- Walter S.

Saharan Silver Ant -- Sarai A.

Lightning Bug -- Lawrence Q.

Giant Leaf Insect -- Fern P.

Wavy Maplet Butterfly -- Wilma M.

Centipede -- Hailey Z.

Wasp -- Carla Y.

Cicada -- Ida C.

Stag Beetle -- Stella B.

Darner Dragonfly -- Pia R.

Ladybug -- Lydia B.

Chinese Moon Moth -- David J.

False Tiger Moth -- Quizel J.

Silk Moth -- Steve M.

Waved Sphinx Moth -- Kalliope W.

Rosy Maple Moth -- Flint L.

Monarch Butterfly -- Prince K.

Ghostly Silkmoth -- Nico H.

Luna Moth -- Sun O.

Mexican Bluewing -- A. Alfaro

White Witch Moth -- M. Reid

Death's Head Hawkmoth -- Cedrick E.

Spanish Moon Moth -- Santiago R.

The Southern Festoon -- Shirley J.

Plume Moth -- Marvin D.

Diving Beetle -- B. Ryder

Giant Water Bug -- Erika S.

Queen Alexandra's Birdwing -- Tatiana F.

Snail -- L. Friesan

Pill Bug -- Violet R.

Wharf Roach -- Teri S.

Hermit Crab -- Harriet C.

Cricket -- Joe C.

Violin Beetle -- I. Lawson

Horned Elephant -- Gullane U.

Rosalie Batesi Beetle -- Viro P.

Saw Stag -- J. Pine

Great Purple Emperor -- A. Gennadi

Bagworm -- Rachel E.

Great Raft Spider -- Desiree V.

Orchid Mantis -- Orion M.

[teknikolor-walters]

Cicaderation field guide!!

Cicada Walters (any/xhey/web/hunt + bird/wing) - Unsure if they're the original Cicada Walters, but they're the only onr left alive. They run H1VE with their two girlfriends, Jessica and PR1ZE. Kind of a hubristic shithead and will just straight up manipulate you but it's okay she's trying her best <3

C.W. Baker / Cicada Walters-Baker (Cicada's prns) - Cicada from about 8 years in the future. They're very similar to current timeline Our Boy Does Not Change. They're like an older brother to Cicada. He originally came to this timeline to help with the H1VE / Elijah war and after that stopped he would just pop in for minor corrections. The H1VE jimmy situation didn't happen in her timeline.

Scarab Walters-Baker (they/she + yee/haw) - Was a soldier for the flinchites, then was a soldier for OVER, and is now a cowboy and H1VE's resident medic. When they aren't at h1ve they live on their farm with their silly little wives. She's miserable like all the time but she's getting better. Has chronic pain because of haw's days as a solider and uses a cane because of it.

Bug Townsend (they/she)- An iteration of Scarab that stayed behind with Castiel while the other one left. Well, they're the original Scarab, and the one that went home is a replacement, but nobody knows that except for her and Cas. She's lost all of her memories of H1VE and is now "happily" married to Cas. They've been convinced that even if they tried to run H1VE wouldn't want them back.

Viceroy Walters (it/they)- Was forcefully iterated from Cicada without Cicada's knowledge by the Elijah council at the same time as Timema. Now has to work for the Elijah council or he dies. Stationed at OI with the OI Elijahs usually but also pops into OVER. The second bitchiest iteration, second only to Cicada Walters xhemself. Dating Timema.

Timema Walters (he/she) - The iteration that was iterated at the same time as Viceroy. Still playing WOE.BEGONE and is stationed at OI by them. He does consolidation experiments on insects when he isn't doing espionage. So, so tired all the time. Dating Viceroy.

Carabid "Cara" Mayfield (he/she) - An iteration that Timema made to try and escape WOE.BEGONE that ran off instead. He met a PR1TERATION named M3DAL and they're dating and living their stupid little beach bum life. She kills any iteration of herself that she meets out of paranoia that WOE.BEGONE will find her.

Not!Cicada / Cicada Walters (any/xhey/web/hunt + bird/wing)- Cicada from a timeline where instead of confronting PR1ZE in the woods the night they met him they ran off. Ever since then the universe has been trying to shove the two back together. They hate each other and tormenting his PR1ZE is one of the few things that brings him joy. If you thought our Cicada was an asshole she is so much worse.