#small carpenter bee

[herpsandbirds]

Small Carpenter Bee (Ceratina calcarata), family Apidae, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

photograph by George Wakeling

[alcnfr]

Genus Ceratina - Small Carpenter Bee on a

Carolina Wild Petunia (Ruellia caroliniensis)

[creatureimages]

ridiculously handsome fellow

[spinus-pinus]

Florida Small Carpenter Bee Ceratina floridana

5/10/2022 Kissimmee Prairie Preserve, Florida

[snekdood]

i both love and hate that i keep finding different moths in my house. why are they here? i dont want them to get caught on the sticky traps i put out for the flies. but also, very fun to see so many different varieties and knowing my garden probably plays a role somehow.

[rootcat-shop]

Super exciting news yall!

My prints are now being sold at West Bottoms Plant Co. in KCMO! I am so excited to be given this chance by the staff and honored to have my work amongst talented artists. Treat yourself to a visit. The aesthetics of the building, inside and out, are enough to make your creative heart swoon. If you visit, let me know! It would mean the world if you picked up one of my prints. Whatever you come away with, you will be glad you gave it a chance

[cantankerouscatfish]

oh I finally saw a leafcutter bee this year!!! they've been using (quite a bit lmao) of the desmodium I planted out back, as well as the buckwheat I threw seeds down for. they used buckwheat leaves at my brother's house so it's good to see the ones here do the same.

but as for the lil fuzzbutts themselves, it took til today to actually spot one. idk why. bees!!

[eddiesxangel]

That’s that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie

@mmunson86 requested: I can’t stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest 🙂‍↔️💗

Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.

2.3kwords

We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.

“You ready, Angel?” Your husband smiles at you.

Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. You’ve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smile. You’re already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.

The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.

“You think they’re going to like the new song?” You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.

“You kidding me? They’re going to love it!”

Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasn’t his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.

“All performers take their mark,” you hear the stage director in your ear.

You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.

The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.

“Okay, Coachella! I’m going to need you to help me out with something.” You smile. “This is my last song of the night, and it’s brand new, so I’m a bit nervous.” You pace the stage.

“Now I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he won’t come out unless we pressure him, so I’m going to need your help, okay?” you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye

You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.

“Come on out, Eddie, baby,” you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddie’s name.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.

“Sit,” you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.

Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.

“Nice,” you sing in your breathy tone your husband can’t get enough of.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo

Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.

You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.

I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy

You turn to your husband and wink.

And he won't stop calling

You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.

When they act this way

You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.

I know I got 'em

You swear you hear him moan.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.

You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.

He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.

Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.

“Eddie!” You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.

“Gotta have, you know,” he growls in your ear so only you can hear.

“Really baby? I worked you up that much?” You swoon.

After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.

The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddie’s eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddie’s brow, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.

“Get out,” Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.

Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.

You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.

“You were perfect up there.” he pulls you in for a kiss. “So fucking proud of you.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm, thank you, baby”

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?” Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.

“Is that right? Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, it is, Mrs. Munson.” Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you… not again.

“God, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.”

You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.

“Simp?”

“VR tells me things.” Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom you’ve adopted, is now twenty two.

“Okay, old man,” you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailer’s back corner.

“Enough talking, more kissing.”

Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.

“Why do they make these things so tight.” He grumbles as you giggle at him.

“You weren’t complaining about it ten minutes ago,” you snide.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee.” He smirks.

“No, Sir,” you put your lip.

Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.

“Baby, you’re going to hurt your knees,” You push his long hair back. “Why don’t we go -OH - to the couch” Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.

The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddie’s tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.

“Oh fuck!” Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddie’s hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.

You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.

“Mmmmm, tastes so good, Angel”

“Please don’t stop!”

You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.

Eddie’s thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until you’re losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.

“Mmmm, that’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum for me.” The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesn’t stop until he knows you are satisfied.

“That was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didn’t it?” He stands and leads you to the couch until you’re lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.

His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir, more than ready.” And it was true; it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.

All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.

“Fuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.” His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.

“So fucking beautiful” his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.

The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already you’re a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and it’s not even been a minute yet.

“There she is, there’s my good girl” Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.

“More” you moan.

“More what?”

“Sir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.” You babble.

Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.

He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Fill me.” You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.

His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.

“This what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?” His finger teases your puckered hole.

“Yes!” You gasp.

“I think that can be arranged. Suck” he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until it’s dripping with your saliva.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.” His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, I love you.” Eddie can’t help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.

“Please, please, please.” You were so close you could feel the pit building.

The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“You going to come when I tell you to, Angel?”

“I can’t-can’t hold it!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls.

“F-fuck,” you curse him. You can’t hold it for much longer.

“Mmm, that’s right, babygirl. You’re going to listen to what I tell you.”

Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.

“Please, Sir. I want to cum. Please!”

The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.

“Cum” he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.

With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.

“Shit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,” Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.

You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.

You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“That was long overdue.” You sigh with relief.

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles with you.” “Let’s get you cleaned up, mama.”

“You trying to knock me up, Munson?” Deep down, you’d love to have another baby.

“What if I was?” He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.

“Then I’d say we should keep practicing.”

“Wait for real?”

“You’re no,t getting any younger, “ you giggle.

“Oh, you little minx, you’re in for it.” He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.

“You really want to start trying?” He asks genuinely.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Guess it’s time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.”

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[daryldixonswoman]

MDNI

Warnings: Smut

Era: Alexandria, established relationship

Taking a moment to close your eyes (which was a miracle in it's self) you take in the noises and smells surrounding you. The sounds of birds chirping and the odd buzzing bee with faint sounds of chatter and children laughing in the background. You could smell the flowers you had planted earlier that season, the faint smell of a bbq the quiet town had been preparing that day. You smile to yourself, being able to close your eyes and take it all in really was priceless. You stand from your kneeling position, wiping the dirt from your knees careful not to spoil the little white sundress Daryl had brought back some time ago on one of his runs. You walk back through your back door, into the kitchen of the small home you shared with Daryl. It was humble and cozy, perfect for you both. You decided to make some Ice Tea as Daryl would be back from helping repair one of the townfolks garden gates. Ever the carpenter, there was no end to his skills. The mere thought of him working with his hands, with that look of concentration on his face had you biting your bottom lip and squeezing your thighs together before you were brought back to reality and facing the ewer of Ice Tea you had made as you heard the door open and shut and the familiar sound of boots being shuffled off.

"Y/N? M'home" Daryl gruffed out with a slight breathlessness to his voice. He definitely doubled his pace to get back to you, to home.

"In here honey" you call out from the kitchen as you give the Ice Tea one last stir waiting to surprise your man.

Daryl made his way to the archway that joined the kitchen and living room together, he stood still in his tracks. Seeing your bright smile welcoming him. Seeing that pretty dress that barely covered your upper thighs. The one you wore just for him. He hummed a low growl as his demeanor changed. A look of possessiveness and hunger in his eyes as he stalked over to you.

"Made us some Ice Tea" you beamed proudly, knowing it wasn't anything spectacular but it was so rare these days.

Daryl hummed again, a low growl from the back of his throat as his fingers found there way to the frilly hem of the dress. Grazing ever so slightly on your thigh. So dangerously close to the place you needed him most. "Hmm..I see that doll" Daryl acknowledged unable to tear his eyes away from how the lace danced across your thighs. Like a pretty little present just for him.

"Ain't you thirsty?" you ask already knowing he was, the beads of sweat giving it away yet he never looked at the pitcher, never tore his eyes away from the hem of your dress.

Daryl nods chewing on his bottom lip "mhm, f'somethin' else" he hums with a soft gruff, the kind that made you weak at the knees as you felt his hand travel up further, his thumb tracing softly over the wet patch that had already appeared. He looks you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You've never said no to him but he always wanted confirmation, he needed it. You bite your lip, holding back a moan slightly embarrassed he had this effect on you already. A small smirk grew on Daryl's face as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, his expert fingers finding the oh so sweet button that if pressed correctly made you sing like a bird. The prettiest noises Daryl ever did hear. Gliding his middle finger through your slick folds he used his pointer and ring finger to open up the folds, exposing that magic bundle of nerves. He stroked it slightly, gauging your reaction. You grew misty eyed, placing your hands on the counter behind you, you gave yourself to him completely.

"Tha's m'good girl" Daryl cooed into your ear, speaking so softly and sweetly as he slid his thick digit into you. Sinking into you until it reached his knuckle.

You squeeze your legs tight trapping his hand in place. You were so close already, feeling your juices run down your inner thighs you just needed a little more.

"Hmm I gotcha sweetheart" Daryl soothes into your ear as he slides another finger in. Feeling your sweet pussy start to contract around his fingers he thumbs at your sensitive clit. "Cum 'round my fingers Y/N" he growled getting aroused. Feeling how your fingers contracted and pulsed around his fingers had his dick stirring. He wanted to slide into you so badly, feel your pretty pussy clutch as he drove deeper into you.

You pant feeling a little unsteady on your feet as you return back to earth feeling Daryl grip your hips keeping you close to him. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he sucks them dry. Thirsty for every drop of nectar you had for him. He lifts the hem of your dress up and over before pressing himself into you. You could feel his poor cock being strangled behind his jeans and Daryl's heavy panting in your ear "turn aroun' f'me" he pants almost impatiently as he turns you. Tracing his large had up along your bare spine he pushes you gently so your bent over onto the counter. The cold marble pressed against your hard nipples you waited, biting your bottom lip and adjusting yourself so you were on your tiptoes.

"Wore tha' pretty lil dress f'me? Hmm?" Daryl teased knowing the answer already pressing his clothed cock against your bare entrance.

"Mm..maybe" you tease back, knowing it was futile. Daryl could read you like a book. The way your body responded to his. He'd have to be deaf and blind not to notice. The sound of a belt being unbuckled was so familiar. You and Daryl had been together for years and had a pretty healthy sex life. Any chance you got you were looking at eachother hungrily. It was one of your favourite sounds, Daryl with one hand placed firmly on your lower back to keep you in place, the other undoing his buckle and button. Freeing his dripping cock just enough out of his boxers

"Gonna be a good girl an' lemme stretch ya over this counter?" He panted tracing his swollen head against your welcoming entrance

You managed a faint moan, a moan of agreement. His words alone had you soaking, greedy for his length. His girth. Your hands palms down on the marble you breath a sigh of relief as you felt his tip enter you slowly. Just the tip. Daryl could be such a tease at times. Daryl chucked gruffly at your response, feeling your needy cunt adjust to his tip. You were always so tight, always so perfect for him. Knowing you were gonna need some help to allow him fully in he gripped one of your thighs with his strong hand, bending your leg up as to allow him to sink all the way inside you. Into home. You both moan loudly in unison. Feeling that familiar feeling. Your pussy desperately fluttering around his delicious girth. Daryl places his hand firmer on your lower back. There was no way he was gonna be able to take you gentle. Not when you were always so desperate for him, so desperate to please him. He pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you. Your body slides harshly against the marble counter as he fills you completely. His pace becoming fast and relentless. Claiming you like he has countless time before. Daryl growls lowly as he takes you hard against the kitchen counter in the kitchen you shared. It felt dirty, needy, desperate. You were his completely and he was yours. His grip on your thigh becomes harsher, feeling his thick fingers digging into your warm, plush flesh sure to leave bruises. His other hand gripping your hip, keeping you in place determined to send you to another dimension. Away from this cruel world. You both were never big believers in god but whenever you were alone together you were in pure bliss, you were almost certain heaven existed and it existed in Daryl. Daryl's moans becoming louder, sounding like a starved animal and your sweet pussy was just the welcome meal he needed. His growls sent shivers down your back, filled you with a hot need to be speared on his impressive cock. You managed strangled moans as your cunt desperately clutches around him, never wanting him to leave, leaving you empty. Daryl bends over you breathing heavily into your ear as he pins you against the counter fully with his pelvis "y'mine Y/N, always" Daryl growls possessively his thrusts becoming relentless. "Always..yours..D" you barely managed to reply between sinful moans. Daryl's cock twitches inside you, brushing against your cervix. He lived to be strangled by your sweet pussy, never wanting to leave. His mind went foggy and his instinct took over. Biting down on your neck he cums hard inside you. Thick ropes of cum shooting deep into your contracting pussy, milking everything he had for you. All his love, all his frustration, all of him. You'd take it gladly. Calming down from your climaxes Daryl sucks a hickey into your neck before gently placing your leg back down and holding you around the waist as he brings your back flush against his chest. You both stay like that for a moment. You secretly thankful as if he let go you fear you may buckle to the floor but Daryl never let you go, he never would.

"Fuck Y/N, gonna be the death o' me" Daryl pants into your ear slowly turning you around to face him

You bite your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes tear stained, completely fucked and satisfied. "I..uh made Ice Tea" was all you could manage before giggling softly as Daryl helped you back into your dress

"Wha' did I do ta deserve a girl like you huh?" Daryl smiles almost shyly tracing his fingers along your flushed cheeks

"I'm your good karma..and you're mine" you reply brightly. You couldn't predict the future but in this moment everything was perfect and that was enough

[reiderwriter]

Musical Milestone Masterlist 🎶

Thank you to everyone who participated in my small weekend challenge! It was a lot of fun writing these small drabbles! Like I said in the announcement post, in the New Year, I'll be doing some more Song Fics with reader interactions, so if you didn't get to request this time, don't fret! ❤️

Fluff ♡ || Smut ◇ || Angst ♤

More Than A Woman by Bee Gees ◇

Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray ♡♧

Kill Bill by SZA ◇

What It Is (Block Boy)(feat. Kodak Black) by Doechii ◇

Marry You by SHINee ◇

Time Lapse by NCT 127 ◇

Back 2 U (AM 01:27) by NCT 127 ♧

Good Boy Gone Bad by TXT ◇

Only One For Me by BTOB ◇

Cupid (Twin ver.) by Fifty-Fifty ♡

Anti Romantic by TXT ♧◇

Try Again by Jaehyun and D.ear ◇

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift ◇

Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter ◇

Movie Star by CIX ◇

As It Was by Harry Styles (covered by Seungkwan of Seventeen) ◇

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic cover by Sleeping At Last ♡

Blooming Day by EXO CBX ♡

I hope you liked all the fics ❤️ Happy Reading! ✨️

[huramuna]

a maid's folly - chapter 6.

dark aemond x maid ofc minor aemond x floris baratheon work is 18+, minors do not interact, lest ye be smited.

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summary: a new maid from the Vale arrives at the Red Keep during a tumultuous time and becomes ensnared in the One-Eyed prince's web.

word count: 3.7k

girl.... it took a bit to get here but i hope its worth it - please let me know what you think

warnings: smut (details below cut), power imbalance, religious guilt, dark Aemond, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, Aemond being a touch starved weirdo, possessiveness, jealousy, this is going to be ANGSTY

oh to be in love - kate bush • mary on a cross - ghost

chapter specific warnings: violence, blood, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, virginity loss, biting

The next few weeks were good ones for Rosemary– the best ones since her mother passed. She fell into a quick companionship with Helaena, accepting her oddities as fun quirks, rather than bits of madness that everyone else seemed to discount them as.

Helaena was smarter than people gave her credit for. She was witty with a great sense of humor, often poking fun at courtiers and other denizens of the castle. She had a lot of inside knowledge on the gossip and going-ons of the Keep, as people weren't afraid to speak openly while she was in earshot, citing her as daft and not paying attention.

Rosemary and Helaena sat shoulder to shoulder on the settee near the window. It was open, a crisp breeze tousling their hair. 

The princess had promoted Rosemary to her handmaiden, thus upgrading her wardrobe significantly. They matched now, as Rosemary wore light blue dresses, her hair down in a braid. Helaena usually leaned towards cooler colors, like flushed blues and light purples. 

“I've heard that Floris is pitching a fit over the flowers chosen for the wedding,” Helaena chattered, pricking a needle into the fabric stretched over an embroidery hoop-- she was working on a depiction of a blue carpenter bee, “Mother told me she cried when the florist brought in white tulips instead of yellow.”

Rosemary snorted a small giggle, her hands tangled in Helaena's hair, defting the tresses into intricate braids, “And how has your brother taken all of this?”

Helaena was privy to Aemond and Rosemary's 'situation', whatever it may be– it was ill-defined at the moment. The corners of her eyes crinkled into a grin, “He is running Vhagar ragged with how much he flies her. Mother said that when Floris began to weep, he slipped out of the hall and was gone for four hours.”

“Yes, that sounds about right.” the maid hummed. 

The weeks with Helaena had also proven fruitful for Aemond and Rosemary’s interactions– they were still few and far between, with Aemond expressing more restraint than he had before, but he visited Helaena’s chambers more often, citing brotherly love as his reasoning for his frequent social calls.

He entered that day as usual, his arms behind his back. His eye zeroed in on Rosemary, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. She wasn’t wearing her formless maid’s dresses any longer, as Helaena had her tailored for a few higher end pieces for her. They hugged her curves in the right places with a sweeping décolletage, exposing just the hinting swell of her chest, the light blue complimenting her complexion.

He had been visiting more lately, but the past few days had been taken up with frivolous wedding planning, and half a dozen flights on Vhagar. 

“Brother, you’re staring.” Helaena murmured.

He became all too aware of his surroundings, his mouth slightly dry and his clothes all too tight. It took him a moment to regain his stoic self, “I am merely trying to see what you’re embroidering, dear sister,” he walked forward, nodding his head to Rosemary, “My lady.” he mustered a greeting.

“Your grace,” she hummed in response, tying off Helaena’s braids with a small leather cord, “Would you like for me to braid yours as well?” she said it ever so innocently, but she was goading him. They were in each other’s proximity more often than not lately, with Rosemary often watching him spar in the courtyard from the spectator’s eaves They had developed a back and forth banter— he tested her limits with his witty remarks, and she teased him endlessly until she was all but sure that he would need to relieve himself later. It was a fun game, their little verbal spars, but Rosemary wondered when it would become reality. A man could only be teased so long. 

Aemond cleared his throat, “That won’t be necessary,” he glanced at her for a moment, his pupil blown wide. She knew she had him, hook, line and sinker. 

“Rosemary, weren’t you going to go to the market today?” Helaena redirected the conversation, “I know you had a few things to pick up.” 

The maid perked up, “Oh, yes— hm, I should get started now so mayhaps I’ll make it home before dark,” she squeezed Helaena’s shoulder affectionately, the princess leaning into her touch, “I will see you this evening, my lady,” she got up, smoothing out her dress, curtsying before Aemond, “My prince.” 

“Hm.” he grunted, letting her walk past him. 

She made a quick stop to her room, donning a cape jacket, her hands tying a ribboned, wide-brimmed sun hat to her head. Looping a bag around her shoulder, she set out to the corridors. 

Rosemary walked with purpose, reciting her list, “Lavender oil, honey cakes, lilac and blue thread, rock salt, goat’s milk…” she had her head down, navigating the halls absentmindedly. She brushed shoulders with someone, caught off guard by an anguished gasp. 

Stopping, she looked to see who she bumped, “My apologies,” Rosemary murmured, seeing that it was… Floris Baratheon. She recognized her from passing through Maegor’s Holdfast going to and from Helaena’s chambers, “My lady.” 

Floris scoffed, “Yes, well, watch where you are going,” she looked Rosemary up and down, a flicker of something akin to recognition passing through her eye, “Ah, you’re the princess’ handmaiden, are you not?” 

“Yes, my lady.” 

“I see,” she clicked her tongue, seemingly mulling over something in her head, “Where are you heading in such a hurry, then?”

“I have to pick up a few things from the markets, my lady— I wish to get back before it gets dark.” 

Floris blinked slowly, her hands coming together, “Ah. The markets,” she repeated, “Enjoy your errands.” 

Rosemary curtsied hurriedly, walking away. She had already wasted enough time dawdling. 

The trip down to the market square was fairly uneventful— she managed to get lost once or thrice, still unfamiliar with the layout of the city; she had only visited through it once before arriving at the Keep. 

She haggled with her fair share of merchants and most definitely overpaid for most things. It was a wonder that she managed to somehow haggle up the price. 

The last thing she retrieved was the goat’s milk— it wasn’t to be drinken, but to be added to her and Helaena’s baths. Rosemary had fond memories of her mother drawing her a hot bath and pouring flower oils and goat or sheep’s milk into it, along with the chipped pieces of rock salt. It left her feeling soft and fresh and she wished to experience it once again. 

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. Helaena warned Rosemary to not be in King’s Landing at night and to always come back before the sun set. 

Rosemary gnawed at her bottom lip as she tried to retrace her steps. She could see the Red Keep up on the hill, but when she tried to navigate there, she ended up being cut off by dead ends, empty alleys, and paths looming with unsavory characters. 

She felt the bubble of panic rising in her chest, her thumb nail sinking into the soft of her palm. Her lip began to bleed from her incessant biting upon it in her anxiety driven state. 

Turning down another alley, she was met with a dead end again. Tears pricked at her eyes, feeling frustrated and helpless— how idiotic could she be to get lost? She could see the Keep but couldn’t reach it. 

Moving to retreat from the alley, she saw a hooded figure at the end of it, awaiting her. Her heart instantly jumped into her stomach and she froze. The dying light of the sun glinted off of something in its hand— a weapon. 

The tears came in full force now as she dropped her bag, backing up further against the wall. The figure descended upon her, brandishing a knife. It was a man, stocky and older. His breath smelled of decay and rot— he was hissing at her, like some kind of animal. 

Rosemary put her arms up to shield against the first swing, she had seen Aemond do something similar in his training sessions with Ser Criston– of course, he was a seasoned swordsman and usually swathed off an attack with a weapon, so this method was nowhere near as effective as he made it look— it ripped through the fabric of her dress, slicing against her arms. She whimpered in pain but shoved forward against him, knocking him off his balance. He kept up his garbled hissing, as if he was trying to say something. 

“Take my bag— the money is in there, just l-leave me be!” Rosemary cried, kicking the bag towards him. 

The man couldn’t look less interested as he regained his footing, coming in again for the second time. This attempt was fruitful as he knocked Rosemary to the ground— he was on top of her, slicing wildly, his mouth agape. He had no tongue. She tried to keep her arms up to stop him from hitting anything vital, the blade cutting through her skin like ribbons. She cried in pain, kicking and screaming, her blood trickling down onto her face, her dress.

Her life flashed before her eyes— her mother, Jeyne, Helaena, the children— Aemond. 

Suddenly, the man was dead weight against her and the dangerous edge of a sword poked through the front of his skull, mere inches from Rosemary’s face. 

It all felt like a haze, a blur. Was she already dead? She felt so cold, the rivulets of blood flowing across her skin feeling like shards of ice. Her vision closed and blackened around her. 

The weight of the man was kicked off of her and then she was scooped up— she was no longer cold, but warm. She was warm, like in a goat’s milk and lavender oil bath, the steamy water enveloping her like a second skin. She had to be dead, surely. 

“Rosemary,” a voice, familiar, murmured, “Stay awake. Fucking hell, I shouldn’t of let you go alone.” 

She glanced up, her vision still muddied and red— her own blood had dripped into her eyes, stinging. But she realized who was holding her, the flash of a single violet eye burning through her. Aemond.

“Ae… mond,” she whispered. 

“Don’t speak,” he grunted, “Just… stay awake, okay?” 

She didn’t know how long it was until the air around her turned from the flowing outdoor air, to a dank and almost tepid air. It was dark now, flashes of torches dancing in her eyes. 

Then she was set down— on something soft. It smelled like sandalwood and smoke. A bed. Aemond’s bed. 

He sat next to her, bandaging her arms, “You did good putting your arms up,” he said, wrapping the soft, spongy cloth material taut around the worst of her wounds, “Where did you learn that?”

Rosemary blinked, “… been watching you spar… recently,” she responded softly, “I might’ve… picked up a thing or two.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. It made her chest feel aflutter. “Hm,” he mused, “I never saw you there but once.”

“I was hiding… didn’t wish to distract you.” 

Aemond snorted then, rolling his eye, “Chin up,” his hand softly lifted up her head as he wiped a damp, lukewarm cloth over her face, cleansing the blood from her skin. 

“How did you know?”

He made a small noise of discontentment, “You were bound to find yourself in trouble. I saw you overpay for all of your items today, far above market price,” he looked away for a moment, “I can’t say I expected this to happen. But it… was good I was there, I suppose.” the cloth eased over her eyes, helping her sight come back into focus. 

She blinked profusely a few times, tears gathering at her waterline– not just from the irritation, but emotion. “... I don’t know what to say…”

Aemond put the cloth aside, “Usually, this is where one says ‘thank you’,” he chided, citing her taunt at him from a few weeks earlier, “How is the pain?”

Twisting her arms, she sucked in a breath of pain, “... hurts.” 

“It will for a while and will likely scar. But, better a scar than your life,” he hummed, his hand flexing and relaxing absentmindedly, “I’ll bring you a salve for them so they won’t mar your skin as terribly.” his hand reached for hers, turning her palm up. He was gentle, his skin warm.

“... thank you,” she murmured, closing his hand between both of hers, wincing at bit at the movement. “I don’t understand… he didn’t want my money or items– he was actively trying to kill me. To just kill me.”

Aemond looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, his mouth wrought into a thin line, “King’s Landing is a dangerous place– the Red Keep even more so. I… will try to figure out what it was– mayhaps a purposeful attack.”

“Purposeful? Why would anyone want to kill me?” 

“You are the princess’ handmaiden– you have eyes and ears into a lot of affairs in the Keep and perhaps you overheard something you shouldn’t have,” he let go of her hands for a moment, but not before rasping his thumb over her knuckles. He then began to pace. “Have you heard anything odd lately? Some conversation you shouldn’t have been privy to?”

Rosemary only now just saw how distraught Aemond looked– his hair was down completely, the leather tie used to pull it back to the nape of his neck gone, likely broken off. His hands were stained with blood, her blood, and the blood of her would-be killer. He looked a bit flushed, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, his footfalls heavy and filled with emotion– not like his usual silent, detached movements. 

“Aemond,” she murmured. He didn’t stop his pacing, muttering to himself, “Aemond. Aemond!” she raised her voice slightly, causing his head to snap towards her. “Please– we can worry about it all later, just… come here.”

He looked perplexed by her tone and loudness, but walked over anyway.

 In turn, she reached over and took an extra dampened cloth, holding out her hand, “Let me help.” she asked.

He sat down next to her on the bed, the mattress dipping under him. He bobbed his knee incessantly as Rosemary took his hands and washed them of the grime and blood. His jaw was clenched, his muscles taut as if he wanted to spring into action or mayhaps run out of the room.

“Relax,” she grumbled, “I should be the one nervous, not you.”

“I am nervous– you… you were almost killed. I was almost too late, Rosemary,” he spoke, his voice breaking from its usual even tone into something soft and more raw, “What the fuck would we have done if you were… slaughtered by some ingrate? Helaena and the children– they would be heartbroken,” he took in a sharp breath, “... I would be… devastated as well.”

Rosemary stowed away the cloth, her hands not once leaving his. Slowly and cautiously, she intertwined their fingers. It was an intimate gesture, something soft and soothing. She could feel her heart catch in her throat, her ears burning. “Well, you weren’t too late, were you?” she whispered, her voice almost silent. She glanced up at him, those big brown eyes of hers piercing a hole right through him, right into his soul. 

Untangling one hand from hers, his hand came beneath her chin, tilting it upward. “I might’ve burned this whole fucking city down if I was,” he murmured, leaning forward. They were so close, their lips ghosting over one another.

She felt the heat rise in her stomach, feelings jittering around against her ribcage like some of Helaena’s butterflies. Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his eye– she inhaled as she leaned in– and in turn, he did as well.

Their lips met– it was soft but intense all at once, the butterflies in her chest breaking free in a cacophony of emotion. It was chaste at first, their lips melding together like two puzzle pieces– before her lips parted slightly and she tilted forward more, her free hand coming up to his chest, but wavering. “C-can I touch you?” she asked, her words pressed against his mouth.

“Please– please touch me,” he practically pleaded, “I’ve waited so long.” 

Her hand slid up his chest slowly, her brow knitting in discomfort as her wounds pressed against the bandages. 

He took note of this, placing her hands on his hips and a likely more comfortable position for her. 

She hummed contentedly as she leaned farther into him, her lips parting once more to accommodate his tongue slipping into her mouth. She needed more of him, pressing as close as she could. She wanted to crawl inside of his ribcage and live there. It was something of comfort.

“Lay down,” he said, breaking their intimate closeness for just a moment, earning a disappointed whimper from her. “I need to taste you.”

Rosemary swallowed heavily, nodding slowly. “I’ve– I’ve never… done this before,” she breathed, “I’m still a maiden.” she scooted back to lay on the soft pillows, looking down. Her dress was a torn mess.

“All the reason to go slow, little lamb,” he responded in turn, edging up the skirt of her dress, “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

Biting her lip, she nodded. The feather light touch of his hand on her leg made her shiver, a coil of warm settling in her core. 

His hands, calloused and rough as they were, felt like smooth silk as they glided up her leg, bunching up her dress at her stomach. His fingers traced the stretch marks on her hips and thighs as if to commit them to memory. Aemond’s fingers hooked under her undergarments and slid them off– a wet strip of arousal prominently painted down the center of them. Grinning, he stowed them away in his pocket, “Hmm,” he hummed, using both hands to part her legs as if it were some great feat, like mounting a dragon or swinging a sword for the first time. “Beautiful.”

Rosemary felt her face go red as she looked down at him, his head between her legs. “Please.” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.

She didn’t need to beg, not this time at least– he fulfilled her wish, licking a strip from the bottom of her parted folds up to her aching pearl, causing her to whimper. He was slow at first, eeking out every little sound he could out of her before beginning to feast, his tongue ringing circles around her sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs like he was a man staved, and she was his last meal before death.

Rosemary clutched the sheets, wanting to snap her legs close, but his strong grip kept them open– thank the Gods for that– the warmed coil inside of her slowly eking into a smolder. ‘A-Aemond, ah–” her first orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning, her toes curling. Her legs wrapped around him as she clenched around nothing, whimpering his name like it was a prayer.

“That’s it,” he purred, “Bleating like a lamb for me– so soft, like I knew you’d be.”

She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her death grip on his head weakened slightly, allowing him to slip from between her legs for just a moment. 

“Let's get this dress off, hm? I want to see all of you.”

“If you undress, too– I won’t be the only one naked,” she grumbled.

He happily obliged, stripping his doublet and trousers and kicking them away, all too eager to get her out of her dress. His fingers deftly undid the buttons, slipping it off of her. A hand palmed one of her heavy breasts, rubbing a nipple between his fore and middle finger. 

“Eyepatch,” she mewled between tiny moans, “Take it off.”

He was a bit more hesitant here– his thumb hooking under the strap. Pausing for a moment, he looked to Rosemary once more. 

She was disheveled, her face flushed red, her hair coming out of her braid and flowing behind her in pale blonde tresses. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted ever so slightly. She wanted him, she wanted all of him– it was evident.

Foregoing any more doubt, he discarded the eyepatch, revealing his sapphire implant. 

Her half lidded eyes grew into large saucers, her breath hitching in her throat. Rosemary didn’t say anything else, giving a hum of contentment before pulling him back onto the bed for another kiss. 

“Beautiful,” she cooed between kisses.

It was enough to make Aemond blush– hiding his bashfulness by slipping his tongue back into her mouth, palming his cock in his fist. He swiped the head against her folds, gathering the slick and slowly sliding it in. 

“Gods above,” he grit his teeth, “Fucking tight.” his lips pressed against her neck, he buried himself to the hilt in her, waiting for her approval.

“F-full,” she whimpered, needing a moment to adjust to his size and the overall new sensation, before she nodded for him to proceed.

He moved slowly again, starting at a measured, deliberate pace, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. 

Soon enough, she relaxed into his rocking motions, beginning to enjoy it. His pace increased as he left red marks on her neck, sucking and bruising the delicate skin there. He wanted to be gentle– but he was still a dragon, and dragons were wholly possessive. 

The room was filled with the sounds of her soft whimpering moans and his grunts– the symphony of skin slapping against skin. 

Aemond clenched, feeling the tell-tale sensation that he was close, “F-fuck,” he groaned against her skin, teeth biting into her now, “My lamb– my pretty lamb– you should be my fucking wife. You’re mine, mine, m– fuck–” he stilled his movements as he spilled inside of her, his fingers gripping her hips like soft putty. 

She clenched around him, feeling the warmth of his exertions spread through her. Sweat beaded at her forehead and chest as her hummingbird heart slowed down finally. 

He didn’t pull out yet– rather, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, laying on his back now.

“Stay with me tonight– please. I wish to wake up next to you, if only this once.” he murmured, holding her close against his chest in his all encompassing hold.

“Of course, my dragon.”

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[herpsandbirds]

Small Carpenter Bee (Ceratina bifida), female, family Apidae, Mount Carmel, Israel

photograph by Gideon Pisanty

[miyrumiyru]

Yellow-spotted bee with yellow pollen 💛

Japanese small carpenter (Ceratina japonica)

Annual fleabane (Erigeron annuus)

[jupiterswasphouse]

WASP REVIEW - CIRCUIT BEES & MASK HORNETS (LETHAL COMPANY)

[Image IDs: A 3D render of a swarm of Circuit Bees generating an intense static charge around their nest, followed by another 3D render of a swarm of Mask Hornets /End IDs.]

Ah, the surprise hit of last year, Lethal Company! I've put quite a few hours into this co-op survival horror, and part of what keeps this game that's relatively simple in concept fresh enough to keep coming back is the many entities within. Today, we'll be having a look at a couple of them, including one that's been there since I first started playing, the Circuit Bees, as well as one that's only been added just a few updates ago, the Mask Hornets!

Starting off with the Circuit Bees, their appearance is generally undefined, with a very low-poly model and a muddy texture, but they generally seem to be wider than a typical honey bee, their size resembling that of a carpenter or bumble bee or maybe even a blow fly, the red eyes adding a bit to the blow fly comparison, they're missing one pair of legs and noticable antennae, and their wings appear to look a lot like those of a dragonfly, with dense venation, although having an orange color that resembles that of tarantula hawk wasps.

[Image Sources: Wikimedia Commons, Muhammad Mahdi Karim, ResearchGate, and Wikimedia Commons, Niklas299 | Image IDs: A photo of a metallic green and brown blow fly, Chrysomya megacephala, with red eyes on the end of a leaf, followed by a black and white diagram of a dragonfly's wings, followed then by a photo of an almost blueish black tarantula hawk wasp with orange and black wings, Pepsis grossa, on a leafy green plant /End IDs.]

So overall their appearance is very different from that of a honey bee, however, in Sigurd's log it states "The circuit bee, also known as red bee, is a eusocial flying insect of the genus Apis, a descendant of the honey bee.", meaning that the Circuit Bee is directly related to the IRL modern day honey bee (Despite having their scientific name listed as Crabro-coruscus). Clearly, some extreme evolution has taken place!

This evolution is clearly shown in their nesting and defense behavior, their nests going from connected but separate slabs of wax in the branches of trees to exclusively grounded nests, not connected to anything and having a round structure akin to that of a yellowjacket nest, large honeycomb cells covering the outer surface.

[Image Source: wildalongtheway | Image IDs: A photo of an abandoned wild honey bee hive in a tree, followed by a 3D render of a circuit bee hive]

As for their defense behaviors, they're far more aggressive than even the most aggressive eusocial wasps in the real world, but are easy to calm down. Once their hive is picked up, they will not stop until they manage to return to their hive and all players are out of their radius, and until they're no longer enraged they will attack everything in their path, chasing the nearest employee or roaming the area if everyone is outside of their radius. It doesn't seem like they'll truly attack other entities other than the employees, but the log further states "They have BEEn known to leave BEEhind fields of bodies of small rodents, insects and even some larger mammals, and in rare cases they can start fires."

But how can they start fires? Well, that's where the their main method of defense comes in. They're capable of creating friction in the air and generating a static charge! "Red bees produce friction with the air. They also produce friction by rubbing their two pairs of wings against each other or by rubbing against one another while in the hive.". Obviously, this is not a real defense method used by any real world insect, but mayhaps this is an adaptation caused by the presence of more extremely aggressive lifeforms on the moons visited by the employees. Perhaps it's also inspired by honey bees' real world ability to generate heat through vibration of the wing muscles.

Their diet is uncertain, but it can be assumed they maintain a similar diet to real honey bees or possibly even vulture bees.

Onto Mask Hornets, there unfortunately isn't a log that can be read from for further information specifically about them, but we can still have a look at their appearance and behavior!

They have identically shaped and colored heads and wings to the Circuit Bees, but bodies that make them look that much more like dragonflies given how thin and long they are, much thinner than real world hornets. Their leg count is also unclear from the images I can find, but I believe they have two pairs of legs, much like the circuit bees.

They also have very similar behavior defensively, although they don't have the ability to generate electricity and instead will sting the employees much like real wasps, and they're also only found inside the facility rather than outside. They will not stop after they become enraged, as they only appear after their nest is destroyed, and therefore cannot return to their nest. What does their nest look like? Uhm... Well...

[Image ID: A 3D render of the Butler from Lethal Company holding a broom and a knife /End IDs.]

Their nest is this guy! Described as looking like a deflated balloon and smelling like rotten flesh, this is the Butler. Whether it has a mind of its own or it's puppeted by the Mask Hornets is unclear, but it does appear to at least mimic human behavior, walking around and sweeping the area until an employee is alone with it, at which point it starts to give chase with a knife. The origin of its clothes, broom, and knife are unknown. Upon being killed, it pops like a balloon and the Mask Hornets emerge.

Generally, both of these insects are strange, as is the point of them, being from the game they're from, and I do love these weird little dudes, but they're not necessarily accurate. Zeekers, at the very least, did put some good thought into the Circuit Bees though.

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Overall (Circuit Bees): 5.5/10

Overall (Mask Hornets): 4/10

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[onenicebugperday]

@basilfrosty submitted: Back again, this time with my (small) collection of pictures/videos I took of various bugs drinking things

(Having some ice cream, spilt coffee, and sugar water respectively)

Excellent theme! I love watching bugs have a little sippy. I love all these fellas but especially the cute lil carpenter bee in the last gif :)

[snekdood]

ngl i kinda love finding spider beetles in my house. a pleasant friend to encounter.