why is it always "you have an infestation" and "oh my god why are you covered in lesions" and never "how is the wasp's nest in your attic? is it nice? does it thrum with life and malice? does it sing that you are beautiful, that you are a home, that you can be fully consumed by what loves you?"
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Fun fact: the stingless bees Tetragonula carbonaria can make beautiful spiral structures in their hives to house their young!
Source: Tim Heard, for a paper on how this mimics crystal growth
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i've heard of the horn of war but this is ridiculous (x)
(btw this isn't the end result of the other picture, this is actually what it was supposed to be, but then i got too invested in making it look like a very cool piece asdgfds)
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Eris Morn, Hive God of Vengeance
Believe in yourself and your capabilities to the same extent that Eris believes in herself.
You are worth it.
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A bit late art for St. Valentine's day. A sketch of my hive couple
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Instead of drawing another bagworm bookmark, I finally rephotographed an old pencil drawing that sorta marked the beginning of my bagworm obsession circa 2017.
This particular drawing is free to be printed out as a bookmark, but please don’t claim as your own!
I’ll draw the poll winner (or runner up if bagworm wins) tomorrow!
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I was compelled because I saw this post and the voices won
Hive propaganda without text below:
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I really love how much Oryx, and more importantly the ripples his death has caused, is being discussed over these past two seasons. The way he’s not a person, but rather a concept: a catalyst for Xivu’s existential crisis, an embodiment of the Sword Logic, Eris Morn’s greatest triumph, the Hive’s greatest grief. He lives on in his philosophy, just as he wanted! But at the same time he’s not here, it’s just the concepts he represented being present, not his personhood or traits or relationships with anyone besides maybe Xivu—but even she only sees him through the lens of her mourning. It’s just the disembodied shade of him present, the imprint he’s left on the world. But he’s not here. “He rots beneath the waves.”
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The Curse of the Dreaming City might be neverending, but that doesn't mean your aches and pains have to be
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