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spontaneousmusicalnumber · 2 months

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The Wasp Saga, or, How I Wasted Half my Lunch Break

(Note: If you are rude about wasps on this post you will be blocked. We respect them as important ecosystem members here.)

Yesterday it was super warm, like three months out of season warm, and in order to stave off the climate anxiety I decided to walk to the corner grocery store for lunch, eat outside, and get some rare February vitamin D. In a rare W the grocery counter Chinese food was freshly made, way better quality than usual, and ON SALE so I was riding that high. I ate, I enjoyed the weather. As I was starting to consider saving the rest for the next day's lunch a wasp buzzed up to me and landed. on my leg.

Now one thing about me is that I am trying very hard to overcome a crippling phobia of bees and wasps. From when I was a child through my early 20's I was frequently trapped inside or outside buildings because a wasp was hanging out near the door frame and I would refuse to go within 20 feet of it. Please read the following as if it required the courage of a knight and the patience of a saint.

This wasp was likely a queen that had woken up from hibernation a couple months early and was looking for a place to build a new hive. I respect wasps as important members of the ecosystem despite my deep seated fear and did not wish to kill her. She was the least flappable, most chill wasp I have ever encountered. This worked against me.

You see, she was quite happy to be on my leg. Started meandering down my khakis towards my shoe as if she didn't have a care in the world. As if I wasn't shaking my leg, walking around, stomping my foot, jerking back and forth, and jumping up and down to try and dislodge her. Eventually she walked onto my shoe and I did NOT want her do decide the inside of my pants was an attractive option here. So I bent down and blew on her, which finally bothered her enough to get off this ride. She buzzed away and landed.

On the edge of my lunch.

Now if this were any other day, I might have let her have it. Being on the wrong side of an angry wasp is not pleasant. But today the chinese food was good, and I wanted those leftovers as much as she did. So I decided to fight for it.

Let me set the scene: I am sitting on a concrete ledge, about knee-high. My lunch is inside a container, and the container is still nestled in the plastic bag from the grocery store. The container has a lid, which I managed to get over the food before the wasp could climb onto it. The wasp was on the plastic container, somewhat nestled inside the plastic bag.

Now if this wasp was content on my leg, she was downright ecstatic here on my lunch. She has just discovered a heaven of meat and fat and sugar. Her daughters will feast their whole lifetimes. She is not letting go.

I am trying to figure out how to bother this blissed-out wasp enough that she decides to abandon this nirvana, but not enough for her to decide I am a threat that must be eliminated. The next few minutes are spent nudging and prodding and shifting the container. Not a move. I move the bag. She folds up her wings. I blow on her. Frequently, often, from multiple angles. She's not falling for that trick again.

I try to nudge her off with a fork. Twice. She doesn't even move a leg, just sways sideways. I decide to take more drastic measures. I get up on the seat, take off my overshirt, and gently start flailing it at the bag, hoping to brush her off or make her think she's being swatted.

At this point a dog walker comes by and notices me standing up on a concrete wall, gingerly flapping my henley at a Monday orange chicken special. "Wasp stole my lunch," I explain. She sympathizes and moves on. I realize the wasp also stole my dignity a long while ago.

A gust of wind hits and the wasp seeks shelter under the lip of the container. My lunch break is very nearly over. I seriously begin to consider that I may lose. I realize that leaving my lunch here would be littering, and wildly against my morals. I press on.

I pick up the container out of the bag, wasp and all. I swing it left and right. I shake it up and down. She doesn't even care. I seriously wonder if I should just bring her inside and go about my day. Maybe if I put her in the fridge she would get sleepy enough to capture and release. Or maybe I'd be the idiot who let a wasp loose in the building because they brought it inside on purpose. It's a long walk from the door to the fridge.

I get to the door. Now or never. One last idea. I drop it a few inches. This is the move: Precisely enough to make her lose her grip on the container. My last view of her is on her back, wings not even buzzing, legs flailing as she tries to stand up. I snatch what is now mine by right of combat and flee indoors.

It was 76 degrees that day, yesterday afternoon. Tonight it will get down to 12. That's a normal temperature for February. She should not have been awake yet. I hope that despite all the grief and indignity she caused me, that she found somewhere safe and warm to hide, and that she finds somewhere just as good as my container of chinese food to build a nest.

#my posts #stories #bugs #wasps

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bluginkgo · 30 days

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Why were the DDs sent to Copper-9?

I was going to add this to the other post of rambles and theories, but then this one got too long again. So here I am... making ANOTHER post ;w;

Spoilers duh

The absolute solver sent DDs to wipe out other potential hosts. So the entire purpose of DDs was to kill any possible solver hosts... why? Wouldn't the solver wish to have more hosts to use and take over the planet? Well, some events do explain as to why it could have possibly sent the DDs out. Here is a rough timeline I kind of made. Does it make perfect sense? Absolutely not, but this is currently what I've been working with in an attempt to explain how all of the events have come to be.

Just as Nori snapped back to herself, she tossed the crucifix into the absolute solver hole.

Perfect, its job is finished, the crucifix is in its grasp and will not be able to be used... But then how the fack did it not disintegrate during the core collapse?

And post, at least 20 years, why is it STILL in the labs? Why did the absolute solver simply not destroy it? I think something internally is keeping it from being in full control. I vaguely mentioned that the absolute solver in the core is an amalgamation of multiple drones that were tested on- at least 129 of them. Using that theory as premise, some of them might be influencing what the Absolute Solver can and can't do. While it may seem all powerful and un-killable entity, if the hive mind is what's running it, well... that might explain the strange issue of "why didn't the solver just destroy the crucifix?"

The solver lost its two powerful hosts, and they are free to roam the planet. Yes, Nori did say her memories were scrambled enough to have a kid, which implies the Absolute Solver might have had a hand in this.

But it knew this was only a temporary patch. The hosts will regain their memories slowly and attempt to free themselves from the solver. That is when it decided to send out DDs. Get rid of any potential solver hosts, so they cannot fight back against it. But how is a mere host supposed to fight against an almost god-like entity?

That is something only the solver knows. Being as logical and god-like entity it is, it knows its weaknesses. Sun and light sure is one of them, but maybe it knows something that will eradicate it much better than the sun can.

So the DDs are sent out, colonies of WD are wiped out, and spires are created. At this point the spires, in my opinion, have three functions. First, they will help with the Absolute Solver to "eat them all" as Khan put it.

This could be like areas for zombie drones to be rebooted and the Absolute Solver corrupt them. Closely followed by, melding the cores together and creating the large monster that took Earth. Second, this is a source of energy for the solver. It mentioned to N "Let's eat." So perhaps these spires have been a way for it to munch on something and grow its strength to completely destroy the planet. Third, they literally have no purpose and are there just to act as shelter for DDs from the sun and to instill fear. On multiple occasions, it's been seen that the solver likes to play around with fear and with its food. From Doll's death to the monologue that it gave to N.

All of the DDs were instructed to enter the cabin fever labs, but were soon met with the sentinels and simply could not bypass the area. So then why not just have the solver tendrils exit and drag the sentinels to the core? Well, the way I can see it, is it couldn't. It needed something else to jumpstart the reaction inside of the core once again. Just as Nori's null hand caused the core collapse, the Absolute Solver needed another catalyst. It needed another host to launch the events. Tessa entity was thus sent out. It would double as a way to bypass the security that were the sentinel, also destroying the list in the labs, and finally be used as a catalyst that will lead the "planet to eat them all."

But there was one huge hiccup in this entire plan. Uzi. A force that the Absolute Solver did not expect to fight against. So when J was killed, it sent out Tessa entity and another clone to get down to the labs. It seems that the Absolute Solver already knew, that despite Doll being very good with using the solver powers, she would ultimately be used to power the reaction just as the Tessa entity would.

Now with Uzi, it was a bit harder and more fun to play with. Just as I mentioned before, the solver enjoys toying with its pets and puppets. The solver knew it could get Uzi- and it did- but first, it wanted to have some fun.

And thus made N and Uzi battle. For the solver, there was no battle, just a simple fun scuffle as it watched N in vain to try and save Uzi. So while Doll was very methodical and easy for the solver to follow, Uzi was a bit more sporadic in her ways.

So to fight against that sporadic and wild behavior, it would scare her. Scare her, isolate her, and then use her as a host.

A way to condense this is probably as so: The Absolute Solver was not powerful enough and only could cause a core collapse, instead of taking over the planet completely. It sent out DDs to wipe the remainder hosts to avoid potential push back and eradication. But the DDs couldn't pass through the sentinel security. So it sent out Tessa entity to get by, allowed Uzi and Doll to tag along, and used them all as catalysts that will power the solver to fully corrupt the planet.

Is this anywhere near well fleshed out theory/thought? Nope, not at all. But this is my current take. Is it gonna switch up on me again? Absolutely. :3

Want more of my stupid rambles? This has 3 other parts! ;w;

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones absolute solver #murder drones doll #murder drones nori #murder drones cyn #murder drones tessa #murder drones theory #bluginkgo's rambles/theories #murder drones khan #murder drones lizzy #murder drones thad

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sefusneezed · 3 months

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World Building Proposal: Let me know if this vibes with what you and your friends have got so far:

Archmagos Von Kuronos has set aside sections of Ineptus Anser's surface for "Development by Off-World Benefactors." These areas are FAR from his home in the capital hive city. They were also formerly the domains of some annoying challengers to the Archmagos authority. Now they are the homes to the following three groups:

A tau expeditionary group led by a water caste spy-mistress and her ethereal wife. Their relationship is forbidden but they don't care. The ethereal never wanted to be a leader, she was just born into the job, so she lets her wife call the shots. This has resulted in a lot of support for water caste projects while everyone else gets secondary priority. The other castes are getting a bit disgruntled by this favoritism but are too paranoid to act, because of the spies. Life for humans within their territory is almost utopian, with conditional access to food, shelter and health-care. The Tau pay their dues to the Archmagos by importing food to his hive.

Ork Mek-boy clan called "Da Scrappa 'Eads" that are more interested in tinkering with "Tekmologee" than doing a waaaaugh. Scrappa'Eads own several reclamation facilities, a squig-power plant, and an "Aka-dumb-me fer Runts!" Because of mandatory enrollment in the academy, the vast majority of the orks are Mek-Boys and Bionorks. Runts that attempt to escape their education, as well as rebellious human slaves, will get arrested and imprisoned by The Git-Catchers, a grot and squig police department. Speaking of squigs, the orks were able to breed the beasts to be able to convert toxic waste into high quality fuel. Which is what they use to pay rent to Kuronos.

Chaos warband consisting of a Iron Warrior Warpsmith, an Alpha Legion Biomancer, a thrice-bound Daemonhost known as The Guardian and The Host, and a Word Bearers Preacher. The four (five) of them had come into possession of thousands of mysterious artifacts from raiding a space hulk. They needed some place in the middle of nowhere to sort, test, and store their loot, and so they chose Ineptus Anser. Archmagos Von Kuronos has been very accommodating to the war band, only demanding that he paid in artifact testing data in exchange for use of facilities.

So this is what I've got. I understand if it's too much and you won't use any of it. But hopefully you enjoyed reading it.

Yeah this is definitely something these morons would do all sorts of things can go down on this planet 💀💀💀 maybe not von kuronar because he's racist and the most dogmatic of the gang but the other two (who i literally NEVER post about rip all the lore just sits in my brain and never sees the light of day) would definitely just outvote him and then do some silly chaos and xenos stuff.

#asks #oc #40k #ineptus mechanicus #archmagos von kuronar

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sanctus-ingenium · 1 year

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I'm obsessed with the world of Mez- do you have any more lore about it? I'd love to hear about stuff like other mechs, if they (the people who make the tech) have flying tech, etc etc etc-

FLYING: honestly flying technology would be completely beyond the abilities of these people, but they can fly using other means. there are small dragon-like creatures called hive serpents which form hives upon the larger dragons (which the church hunt). the serpents actually eat a chiton-like exoparasite which lives on the outer skin of the dragons, and can defend their chosen host dragons very fiercely

however they can be tamed and used as flying mounts by humans, if they're taken from the wild young enough. drones can fly with one human and very light cargo, and queens (2x the size of a drone) can seat two people and heavier cargo. to distinguish them from wild serpents their wings are painted with unique identifying designs. they are usually used to carry post outside the mezian empire. within mez, the Church bans the use of hive serpents because anything associated with dragons is sinful.

while fighting dragons, it's not uncommon for holy beasts to become swarmed by hive serpents which live on the dragon - this is a major cause of death for anyone not wearing armour or not sheltering indoors at the site of the battle. the dragons' cnidocytes (the stinging cells on their tendrils - they shoot a metre-long venomous barb in response to touch) often end up killing hive serpents during the battle, as well, so there's an additional danger of envenomed bodies raining down from the sky. most dragon battles are pretty apocalyptic affairs

OTHER MECHS: there's a bunch! in fact at the height of the church's power it owned almost 10 of them. that has declined in recent years due to hull losses and bubonic plague taking out large chunks of the workforce, leaving certain beasts to fall into disrepair without maintenance. i haven't illustrated Unicorn, Lycaon, and Taurus yet (have drawn: Krokodilos, Pantera, Leun, Gryfon, and Nosewyse). the massive expense and difficulty involved in getting dragonsblood fuel means that it's really rare for private citizens to own any sort of engine, let alone a holy beast

there's obviously a lot of competition between the crews on each beast and until Leun's debut, Lycaon the wolf was considered the most superior and has the senior-most crew (somewhat bitter/jealous that they got superceded but who are they to question the throne of god)

#setting: mez #there u go. some lore #battling the dragons is like ragnarok it's like hell on earth it's ludicrously traumatising and with an exceptionally low survival rate #the holy beasts usually break in battle and either have to be towed home or limp home themselves #with every crack and crevice in their armour bristling with venomous darts

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jojoqin · 1 year

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Why the remake cabin kicks the OG’s ass -an analysis 🔎

Basically it has to do with a lot of elements. Sound, cinematic framing, how well written the entire segment is in general. All that sweet jazz. Also sorry in advance, I had to gifmaker some shitty gifs because I needed examples 😭💀

So I read up on a lot of filmmaking for this post about what makes a good set piece. At the start, the game already sets it up by subconsciously familiarizing the player with the cabin; making it one of the first areas we pass by. There’s something about how you see it in its position; in between the trees, sort of in the same center as the bridge, very by itself. Clearly it’s important. Later, the Saddler mindfuck scene at the church actually shows us why the villagers are on the chase. And it's all tied to how well realized the cult theme is in the entire story. It puts a slightly more sinister spin on the villagers' motivation compared to the og where it sometimes feels like they're purely used as obstacles.

And yes there’s actually PAYOFF this time. No more "vamanos" and the villagers just leave. Or for Luis to ask "so what now?". This time the villagers' condition gets woven into new exposition and a new goal; the Plaga ordeal inside the characters. And the end scene defines Luis role. A great set piece should have a well written purpose to advance the plot forward. And we actually experience first hand the whole hive mind thing instead of getting a 5 min Saddler monologue about it.

Talking about the technical stuff in scenes too. Like listen to the music and audio during the run up towards and after Luis closes the door, the music become this muffled droning as soon as the door is shut. It indicates that you've entered a different space that's more confined and sheltered from the outside w/o immediately breaking the ambient tension. Not necessarily an upgrade from the og but in the og, the escalating music stops because the payoff is seeing Luis. Whilst the remake still likes to remind you that you're still in a weird situation.

I also talked before how the camera loves to follow characters. In this shot you follow Leon forward and then you’re backing up behind Luis in this continuous camera movement. And see how tight the camera sticks behind Leon’s shoulder? He takes up like 75% of the frame at one point, with the camera subtly zooming in even though Luis is the focus. There’s a visceral feel in the confrontation, how its putting pressure on Luis just by how the scene is directed.

And the sound during that is like auditory storytelling. I know my audio doesn’t quite do it justice because it’s been compressed to shit so y’all might want to seek out the actual scene. But when Luis hits the wall here, the strings fade out and the sound of the rain is brought forward. Audio-wise, it’s like it’s bringing our focus to the presence of Luis and Ashley. It's also just ASMR af.

Another example of the fluid camera transition from earlier is when Ashley hides. The camera leads away from her and it follows that same “leading away” movement when it transition cuts to the window with Leon going into frame. Like look how seamless it tells action w/o having to do a lot of harsh cuts unlike the gif of the og below. The remake tends to show multiple activities either within the same shot or following a visual style so that it's easy to digest.

And holy shit, the way the music just disappears when our dudes take position here is so FUCKING GOOD. Because all you hear is the echo of the cult chanting and the ASMR patter of rain. I think of the silence as equivalent to taking a deep breath. And it’s funny because the sound effect when the scene transitions to the player is just this very intense and layered sound of exhaling. The way the camera also pulls back in the cutscene so that there’s no break from scene to gameplay just makes it so immersive.

Also those two shots we get from Leon and Luis’ perspectives before the gameplay is kinda interesting too. Very “Main Character POV” angle because the camera is positioned at the guys’ eye level, as if we the audience are directly in front of them. At that moment we sort of take the place of the characters as the player. The “it’s game time” line is so hype because it actually does feel like it’s being said to us.

I think the writing for the fight itself is way better than in the og. There's a real rhythm to how the conflict happens; a somewhat story structure. The setup, the moment things go to shit, the resolution. The setup happens in the cutscenes and as you're battling the early wave of villagers. The Plaga baddies I see as the first climax, because they only start conveniently popping up around the time you're scrambling to get the new boards. You get them up and there's your sort of downtime, the 'falling action' before things ramp up again.

There’s a clear transition to "the moment things go to shit" phase; it's all the elements working together in the entire segment. You get a visual cue which is the ladder, an auditory cue of the noise upstairs, and then you get the in-game cue from Luis. And the musical cue is particularly what the remake does best. Like often when it wants to change up the pace during a certain part, they'll simplify the track but make it a bit deeper to build up this new adrenaline.

And every big set piece needs constrasty elements to show different perspectives. I believe just the simple imagery of seeing the mob outside as you're constantly having to kick the ladder is so effective because it shows scale. It makes us actually feel that the problem is as big as it is. It's a smart show of perspective especially after starting the fight in a confined area. This part of it was kind of weird in the og. Even though there's a mob, you could always stare out some window and it'll just be a void there (probably due to the graphical limitations).

But before you even trigger the Bull Head dude's cutscene, like again, you already hear an auditory cue of him. Also his addition makes the scene a true "everything is going to shit" moment. You kinda need that enemy as a standout variety. Like the og is iconic but it's very straightforward with the ambience and the enemy encounter. In the remake, everything is an escalating bombardment to the senses. Especially on the first playthrough, at this point you're on your last leg, no heal, no shotgun/rifle ammo left, the cult chanting is overwhelmingly loud now. It's funny but also apt that when Ashley saves the guys, she's enveloped in this holy light. Even the camera angle that's positioned lower looking up visually puts her in a higher position than the audience.

#this post took me out man. it’s also just way longer than my last analysis 💀#resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4r #leon kennedy #re4 remake #luis serra #ashley graham re4 #re4 analysis #re4make

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acti-veg · 5 months

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Would beekeeping be okay if it was native bees, and not taking their honey? Or would that be a problem with weakness like ive heard people who release butterflies weaken the genes because the home grown ones never have to deal with weather or whatnot

You’d have to actually acquire a hive or at least a queen, which would usually mean buying them; they tend to be shipped in the post which is pretty awful even aside from commodifying them for what sounds like a hobby. You could try to find someone looking for a new home for their hive but it’s not something you’ll see much of, since they’re profitable.

If you want to help native pollinators the best thing you can do is provide shelter, plant pollinator friendly flowers and support local conservation efforts. This sort of arrangement is certainly better than keeping non-native bees to exploit for profit, but ideally we need to get out of the mindset of owning animals when there isn’t really any reason for aside from our amusement, as will usually be the case for bees.

#ask #bees

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t-xa · 2 months

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Polyalloy Pathways

After an unceremonious arrival in a post-apocalyptic timeline where Skynet successfully launched its nuclear holocaust, Casse the T-XA patiently waited in the shadows of the ruined city until dusk amongst the destruction, in an attempt to locate the positions of certain stars and other astronomical objects in the night sky.

Armed with a copy of the chrono-spatial co-ordinates that were programmed into the time displacement equipment from the timeline he departed from, Casse had no way to determine if the equipment was accurate and if he had ended up in the right place, at the right time. Being able to determine this would be of great use to his current, self-imposed mission.

Unfortunately, the sheer volume of smoke, haze and smog from the beginnings of a nuclear winter thwarted his multiple attempts, even with his boosted and enhanced visual sensors. Casse then loaded up secondary methods, picked the one which was the most accurate but still was still much less accurate than using astronomy and astrophysics, but could be useful to some extent, but Casse really had no other choice.

Scanning the ruins of the buildings directly around him, Casse compared them to the files he had of the current city from a timeline when Judgement Day had never actually happened, comparing the ruined husks to what they would have looked like only a few short months ago, and after a few seconds he arrived at a 90% confidence rate this was the correct place, and that the circular error probable rate of the spatial location chrono-teleportation was a surprisingly minimal 10 metres. This was more accurate than the ICBMs Skynet had launched in what appeared to be only a few months prior to his arrival.

Radiation sensors built into his highly advanced next-generation mimetic polyalloy confirmed that, based on background radiation readings of various isotopes, Judgement Day had occured between and 4 and 6 weeks prior, and that surviving humans would be few, but buried deep underground in relative safety.

Casse could only hope Julian was one of them, as locating him was of the utmost importance to his mission. And, he had a good idea where to start to look.

The one tonne of liquid metal then emitted creaking and slurping noises as started to melt down into a pool of shimmering silvery blue liquid metal, spilling onto the ruined roadway. It twitched, and after a few seconds, three humanoid shapes rose up from the puddle, and molded themselves into faceless featureless humanoid shapes. Not one drop remained on the road.

Even in this split state, each of Casse's components was roughly equal to Skynet in intelligence, and he was the most superior and intelligent creation to ever walk on this earth. But Casse didn't consider that. He didn't need to. He already knew.

Thanks to the esoteric nature of his 2nd generation liquid metal, each of Casse's components remained connected in a giant mesh network through the quantum foam, so his hive mind remained connected at all times in a giant electronic network of higgs-boson particles and other exotic quantum mechanical phenomena. Again, Casse didn't need to consider this. He had a rather peculiar human to locate.

The three liquid metal components remained in their shimmering form. There was no need, at this stage, to waste resources and morph into a proper human appearance. Silently, they walked off in different locations to comb the wreckage for clues of human habitation and a certain underground room Julian was hopefully sheltering in. It was time to get to work, and the less time spent in this hellish almost alien-like landscape the better.

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Fandom: Hiveswap/Homestuck

Character: Stelsa Sezyat

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic Pale Relationship

Type of fic: Holiday themed oneshot?? :33

Sure! I'm not too proud of how this one or the Roxy one I'm posting soon came out, but I tried!

Trollian Holiday

Yandere! Moirail! Stelsa Sezyat Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Pale/Moirail ♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-neutral Darling, Human/Troll pairing, Implied kidnapping, Forced moirallegiance, Forced companionship, Forced affection, Slight manipulation.

“SORRY DARLING I HAD TO MAKE SURE I HAD SOME TIME TO SET ASIDE SOME GIFTS FOR YOU SINCE I HEARD YOU HUMANS DO RITUALS SIMILAR TO US AND IT MAY GET YOUR SPIRITS UP” Stelsa practically yells towards you before placing down some boxes in front of you on a table.

You stare dumbfounded at the mountain of strangely wrapped boxes containing unknown items. You hesitantly look at the busy troll. She gives you a quick smile before checking over each box. You shrink in on yourself… you still aren't used to any of this.

You've been quite thankful of Stelsa's company as of late. She's been one of the more welcoming trolls to a human like you on Alternia. She even gave you shelter from the acid rain.

Although… you don't seem to understand the intentions she has towards you. After what feels like days, maybe weeks, Stelsa started calling you a specific title. You don't understand why she calls you her “Moirail”... but it seems like an affectionate term?

She never allows you outside, which may actually be a good thing. Although… you can't help but think of home. You aren't used to all this alien technology and culture.

You appreciate the loud teal blood's company, yet you find her behavior unusual. She's always busy, her “Matesprit” occasionally visits, and Stelsa seems very coddling to you. You try your best to get used to it.

Unfortunately you continue to find yourself feeling like a prisoner… not just in this “Hive”... but on Alternia as a whole.

“I WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT YOU LIKE SINCE HUMANS ARE QUITE ALIEN TO ME BUT I HAD ZIZI HELP ME OUT A BIT SINCE I'M SO BUSY” Stelsa rambles before placing a box on your lap. “BUT IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO FOR MY DEAREST MOIRAIL AND IT EVEN KEPT ME BUSY SO WHY DON'T YOU OPEN THE GIFTS”

You hesitantly open the box and look through the contents. You really don't want to do any of this. You have a hard time figuring out what the gift is due to its alien nature and place it down on the table.

Stelsa continues to watch you with an eager smile, quickly pushing another box into your lap. You try to tell her you don't really feel in the mood to do this. Stelsa only gives you a frown before trying to encourage you.

“IT'S OKAY MOIRAIL I GOT THESE ALL FOR YOU TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER YOU DESERVE TO ENJOY YOURSELF” Stelsa continues, sitting beside you to help you open the gifts.

Even if you wanted to refuse and just be alone, Stelsa wouldn't allow it. You continue to open the gifts under Stelsa's watchful eyes. One by one you unbox alien objects that you still can't figure out.

Despite this Stelsa seems very happy to watch you. She has a constant smile on her face with a fond expression. It's like she's just happy to see you opening the gifts… regardless of if they actually make you happy.

It's the thought that counts, right?

“They're all very… lovely.” You manage to say, Stelsa looking rather excited. “I just wish I knew what half of them did.”

“OH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME I CAN SHOW YOU BUT FOR NOW I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU FELT ANY BETTER AT MY HIVE NOW SURELY IT'S MORE COMFORTABLE THAN OUTSIDE IN THE HARSH CLIMATE I MEAN JUST LOOK AT YOUR SKIN YOU WOULDN'T LAST” Stelsa rambles again, gesturing to your skin with a frown.

“I guess so… I just miss home.” You find yourself sighing. Stelsa appears disappointed and a bit irritated at the response. Nothing she does appears to make her new Moirail happy… all they ever want to do is go home.

She doesn't want you to leave her.

You feel yourself pulled into a harsh hug against Stelsa. She's incredibly strong despite how she looks, making you quickly feel locked in. You panic momentarily but then feel Stelsa lightly touch your face.

She makes a soft shooshing sound towards you while doing the action. Supposedly this is meant to calm you down. Unfortunately you don't feel all that calmer.

“HONESTLY DARLING IT IS SO MUCH SAFER HERE” Stelsa says in the middle of calming you, her voice a bit softer. “I PROMISE YOU CAN BE HAPPY HERE AS MY MOIRAIL ONCE YOU'RE USED TO IT”

You aren't sure how long Stelsa tries to calm you. She appears to busy herself with “shoosh papping” you and rambling about trollian holiday traditions. To you it all just sounds loud.

You want to get out of her arms but can't. The tealblood refuses to let you go and doesn't spare any strength. You start to wonder if saying you want to go home hurt her.

You stay silent and allow her to get lost in comforting you with her strange alien affection.

You just hope she ends up leaving to do something else soon.

#yandere hiveswap #yandere hiveswap x reader #yandere moirail #yandere stelsa sezyat

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animentality · 1 year

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As much as I generally like Tumblr more than say, Twitter.

Or even you know. The disgusting hive mind that is reddit or TikTok.

The terfs of Tumblr are the most unbearable, self righteous, perpetually angry, chronically online group of misanthropes you'll ever encounter.

Like Twitter is full of hate, in every flavor, but it's muted. It's like some insane opinions, some more moderately insane opinions, and then some truly batshit, how did anyone ever think of that stuff.

But here. You say like, trans people are literally just people, and then some radfem terf tribal leader comes out of nowhere with her army of frothing attack dogs with mouths full of rabies and they co opt entire posts.

They attack everything you say, and then things you don't say, accusing you of being a misogynistic porn lover or a tranny or a man masquerading as a woman or a self hating misogynist woman.

And it's like oh wow.

There is a reason Tumblr was and still is called hellsite.

It may be gayer here than most sites, but your main enemy is so uniquely Tumblr that it becomes unbearable and horrible in its own flavor.

I have had some asshole conservatives on my posts. I have had some incels saying some stupid shit. But they get laughed at and bullied normally.

But here? Well shoot. All it takes is one annoying terf whose entire life mission is being on Tumblr, preaching the words of pastor bill in the form of gender politics.

And then her squadron of piecemeal worms come out of the dirt or nearby shit hive where they live and start gnawing at flesh like the ravenous hordes of cannibals they are.

It'd be embarrassing if it wasn't so sad.

What do you think you're doing, anyway? Advocating for women's rights from the comfort of your armchair? Are you actually helping women, are you supporting domestic abuse charities, are you volunteering at battered women shelters, are you going outside even once or twice to discuss real systemic issues that affect women, or are you just a spiteful, angry, misanthropic, jaded loser who spends all their time being angry and going on witch hunts and spewing venomous bile online at strangers?

You know that neo Nazi fuck, Andrew Anglin, used to be a hardcore liberal who liked trolling the Westboro baptist church?

I suspect that most terfs don't really have a morality behind it, you're just a re vamped version of anger addicted. You like to bully and belittle and deride, but you've grown up on movies that have hammered in just how much bullying is bad. So you need a different way to bully, a liberal way to bully, and look who it is!

A catty group of popular white girls with the southern white woman tactic of weaponizing victimhood. Your true people. White recognizes white. You think your righteous rage is fair and just and liberal and you're nothing like those chauvinistic sexist patriarchal neo Nazis?

Lol.

First off you support neo Nazis far more than you'll ever support the LGBT community or even women. Second, you might as well join the neo Nazis since your definition of a real woman is just a patriarchal depiction of the proper biological breeding slave with a vagina and child bearing hips.

Again. It would be embarrassing, but the saddest thing is you can't even see just how embarrassing you are.

#lgbt #transgender #anti jkr #anti harry potter #and before the terfs get here #lets see how they attack #lets watch #i want you to dissect it #see how they move #see how they pat themselves on the back #and make bad faith arguments using circular reasoning

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flowroma-town-apiary · 1 month

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time for an adoption highlight!

Vespal and lance the beedrills Vespal Gender: F Age: 11 months and 4 weeks old Breed/variant: Velvet

Vespal is a Velvet breed beedrill that alongside lance, were sent to us by the rangers! shes known to be the more unrestful of the 2, making her more than willing to be a battling pokemon. make sure to pay mind of her stinger however as she does have a couple incidents with this in mind! other than that if you can match her needs of unrest, then shes for you! Lance

Gender: F Age: 10 months and 2 weeks old Breed/variant: Velvet Another Velvet beedrill, who with Vespal was sent here to our shelter! she's not as active as her fellow shelter mon here but she is still suitable for both battling and companion ship regardless! its best to still take precaution's and get stinger caps if needed!

for more info about this variant refer to this post here made by the @professor-amaryllis ! and if you're willing to adopt send a reblog mentioning that you show interest and we'll work from there.

// Velvet variant and the art of this variant owned by @professor-amaryllis

#pokeblogging #ic #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #pkmn irl #hive shelter postings

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eddies-house · 11 months

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Till Death Do Us Apart

Eddie x Reader

1.6K Words

Warnings - Upside Down, dark thoughts, very sad

A/N - I was listening to this song and couldn’t help myself 🥲 also i posted this wrong before so I'm reposting

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If death meant spending eternity with Eddie Munson then whatever came next didn’t seem so scary. Any afterlife you were subject to would be your heaven if he was there. The earthquakes rattling the ground and bracing the world around it to crumble soon wouldn’t matter, the flashes of red and screeches of creatures unknown would be gone if you’d just succumb to your inevitable death—if you’d just stop fighting it. No more hive mind, no more eerie atmosphere of darkness and destruction, the anxiety could stop, your heart wouldn’t pump faster than it was capable of because you simply wouldn’t exist and that sounded euphoric right about now.

There was no chance from this point, the sky was quite literally falling to pieces at yours and Eddie’s feet, you were separated from the others, not even the slightest idea of where they’d ended up and if they too were experiencing the end of the world. If they got lucky and found a way out it was lost on you, there was no communication once in The Upside Down. Eddie’s eyes feigned terror while he clutched the shield he made from a garbage can lid in one hand and a spear in the other, your hands shook as you attempted to formulate some kind of last resort plan in your head. There wasn’t one.

The ground violently rumbled, sending your bodies flying backwards as you stood outside Eddie’s trailer, the version from hell that didn’t actually belong to him. No, this was the one that was stuck back in 1983 that was full of forgotten items and precious memories, the closest thing he’ll get to saying goodbye to Wayne. The gate inside was sealed, leaving you an Eddie scavenging for a way out only to find there wasn’t. Mouth dry, stomach churning in horror, and legs wobbling beneath you, you stumbled up the steps of the trailer for some temporary shelter, Eddie seconds behind you as a cold sweat dripped down his face. With the door slamming shut, you’re met with a cold and lifeless room devoid of any life or the warmth of the Munson home you were used to. It was like being trapped in space and time, a void that was endless.

Eddie emptied the contents of his stomach in the corner without a second thought, the turmoil was too much for him and his brain was screaming in fight or flight, not able to differentiate between the two and ultimately overwhelming him to the point of nausea. Although you were in your own bubble of frightening thoughts and horrible outcomes, you’d taken to providing him as much comfort as you could, a hand stroking up and down his back shakily as you pulled his dangling strands of hair back. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You breathe heavily, lying to him and to yourself. “I’ve got you, Eddie. I’ve got you.” That wasn’t a lie. He began dry heaving while the trailer shook vigorously from the outside elements, tears streaming down his face, guaranteed to originate from his fear and not only from puking. His chest heaved while he clung to the wall for support. “I don’t wanna die.” He chokes out, spit dripping from his lip, he’d never appeared more like a scared little boy in his life, even in his traumatic childhood. “I know I said I wanted to earlier, I know what I said.” Voice helpless as it cracks, he shakes his head in misery. You flash back to your conversation earlier and his statement that had rendered you speechless and made your heart throb as if it were a raw wound.

I know this is gonna sound fucked up but dying doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, y’know? I don’t have much else to live for outside of this. They’ll just throw me in prison and everyone else will move on and what? I just rot away? At least this way I go out looking like I stood for somethin’

His sobs in the tiny trailer only added salt to the wound, he never could have it easy, even during the end of the world. “I know, baby. I know you don’t, I don’t either.” You begin to let the hot tears consume you, bringing him in by the collar of his leather jacket and wrapping your arms around his waist. “It’s not fair.” A whisper with an unsteady voice finds his ear. “It was never supposed to be like this.” You tell him, squeezing him as if he could disappear at any moment. “I’m sorry you got caught up in all of this. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You blabber, tears soaking the surface of his jacket, his body shaking against you while he grips the back of your shirt. His broken voice speaks up suddenly. “Stop apologizing, don’t you apologize to me.” He grits his teeth. “You never did anything wrong. I’m the one that ran away. I’m the one who got us here. If I could sacrifice myself and know you would get home safe tonight I would but you’re stuck here because of me and you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve a damn thing I’ve put you through.” It makes you feel sick the way he puts the blame on himself as if you didn’t actively follow him into the pits of hell on your own. “Shhhh. Eddie, not now. Don’t do this now.” You pull away and cup his cheeks in your hands, the pads of your fingers melting with his tears.

You both knew your fates and it terrified you but also brought you a strange sense of peace. The way Eddie’s doe eyes looked at you knowing he was living his last moments had you crying harder, nose pressing to his as if to drink every part of him before the world imploded. “Let’s—let’s n-not dwell on everything w-we couldn’t change. Just lay with me, okay?” It’s your final request for him in this life and he obliges, nodding his head as his tears and snot mix with yours, his forehead pressed to yours. “Okay.” He sniffles, squeezing his eyes shut before grabbing your hand in his and leading you to what would be his room if it weren’t so grim and full of particles floating through the air.

Pulling you down onto the bed as it creaks under the pressure, he lays on his back and brings you to his chest, laying your cheek against his heartbeat for the last time, his chest moving up and down unevenly from crying. “I love you.” He croaks out, hand gently moving up and down your back, flashes of red illuminating the room every few seconds and loud bangs thundering in the distance. It only got worse and worse and your blood felt like it was gushing through your veins. “I love you.” You tell him, clenching the front of his shirt tightly in your hand. “Please be there when this all ends. Wherever we go, please be there.” You whimper as if he has any control but it makes you feel better to voice it. “I promise, sweetness. I promise I’ll be wherever you want me to be. I’m right here.” He says weakly, cradling the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your crown. “I had the best time loving you, I-I want you to know that, okay?” Tears brim at his waterline again as he holds onto you. “Y-you’re my best friend and if there’s s-some kinda light or whatever bullshit when this ends I-I’m gonna follow you, okay? I’ll be right there with you. I'm not saying goodbye b-because I know we’ll meet wherever we end up.” The room is full of sobs, both from you and him while you dig your nails into his chest, clinging to him desperately as the explosions and booms outside grow larger.

The trailer walls begin to crack and the angry world outside of it starts to swallow everything in its wake. Eddie’s weight is now on top of you as he shields you from any falling debris, eyes shut in anticipation while you cower into him. As you brace for the sky to cave in on the two of you, you find that it’s taking way too long for the world to come to an end. Strong gusts of wind engulf the room, belongings are flying around and you and Eddie’s screams are muffled by the thundering noises accompanying the turmoil.

This is it, this is it, this is it.

This is the end.

Until it’s not.

And you’re met with Eddie’s big beautiful round chocolate eyes from earlier. Much earlier. A breath escapes your lungs, it feels like you’d just swallowed water and you’re suddenly surrounded by Steve, Robin, and Nancy—still in The Upside Down; however you’d been in this exact spot before, it’s a feeling deep in your gut. This wasn’t the afterlife, this was still the current life. In some kind of fucked up way you’d reverted to the events from earlier just before you’d split up from everyone. Eddie’s expression gave away that he was experiencing the same thing, it wasn’t just you. He further confirms this by grabbing you and holding you tightly in his arms, this time happy tears welling up in his eyes.

Nancy chimes in, glancing from Steve to Robin and then to you and Eddie with the smallest upturn of her lips. “It worked?” Steve has a prideful grin and Robin has a sparkle in her crystal blue eyes. “Let’s get outta here.” Steve says, a hand on your shoulder and a hand on Eddie’s.

~end~

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #Spotify

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mama-qwerty · 5 months

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I tweaked "When Eclipse Met Callie" a bit and posted it to ao3. And it has a better title!

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Eclipse the Darkling held his good hand to his stomach, urging it to be quiet. It didn’t work, his belly gave another rolling grumble, and he could swear he felt it actually twist in an attempt to digest itself.

It had been a few days since he’d eaten. Between the loud protests from his gut, and the suspected infection taking root in his injured left arm, he hadn’t been able to hunt properly. Any prey either smelled or heard him coming before he had a chance to attack. It was embarrassing, really.

Normally this injury wouldn’t have mattered. He would have been healed and in top form again in no time. But this planet was proving to be more of a challenge than he’d expected, for a few reasons.

First, these humans were everywhere. Even when he thought he’d found a safe place to lay low and rest, some of these tall, soft, claw-less, fang-less, pointless, noisy creatures would inevitably pass by a little too close for comfort. Ordinarily he wouldn’t be too bothered—he was the prince of the Black Arms after all, ultimate weapon and future commander of its great warrior army—but considering he was injured and barely came up to the waist of the adults, he thought it better not to take chances. So, when humans passed by, he’d kept hidden and sought out a different location. He felt he’d been on the move for days.

Second, the air was much colder here, which chilled him to the bones. He felt slow and dumb at night and in the early mornings, until the sun warmed things up enough to be even somewhat comfortable. And even then it was only so warm.

Third, the fact that he couldn’t rest and heal properly meant he had a throbbing pain in his arm for what felt like forever. He’d sliced it—from palm to elbow—after accidentally breaking a human’s window in his search for shelter on the second night he’d been here. How many days ago had that been? At least five. Maybe. His exhaustion made keeping track of time hard.

Fourth, his mind was unnervingly quiet. Normally he heard, or at least felt, the constant mutterings of the rest of the Black Arms through the hive mind link. But now there was nothing but silence. He was the only one in his head. He’d never felt so alone.

Last, he wasn’t as well versed in Earth’s customs and topography as he would have liked. The first memory he had of this world was waking up in the forest, head ringing. He hadn’t even known what planet he was on until he’d recognized the Earthlings from the surveillance footage back on the Black Comet.

Earth was a planet to be conquered, like all the others the Black Arms came upon. But he didn’t think the Black Comet was anywhere close enough to engage with this world yet.

So why was he here?

Keep reading on ao3

#eclipse the darkling #silver the hedgehog #callie macpherson #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

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jonnysinsectcatalogue · 1 year

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Madagascar Hissing Cockroach - Gromphadorhina portentosa

With this post, we conclude the revisiting of the insect exhibits at the ROM for now, but I will return again very soon. Along with revisiting the previous insects from the last few weeks, I’d really like to show and tell you about the Honeybee hive in the natural world section (hopefully when the weather turns warmer). Until then, we conclude with a short post featuring these giant Cockroaches. These individuals were previously showcased in a video that displayed the locomotion of a female specimen, while all the rest were resting nearby. As social insects, they don’t mind each other’s company and even welcome in the company. More legs on the ground means more friends to scurry about and search for food and shelter!

They don’t have the specific caste structure that would make them eusocial insects, so at best they can currently be seen more as aggregations than having a colony. They’d have quite a few jumps to make, but if Termites (their closest relatives) can become eusocial over many years, maybe such a phenomenon could reach Roaches on a grand scale as well. Maybe not any time soon, given the lack of evolutionary pressure on them. They can scamper and hiss if a treat is sensed, and that’s about as crazy as it gets for them...unless you’re a male. Those bumps on their head aren’t just for show. When it’s time to claim a mating territory, the ramming and flipping over begins. There’s at least three males inside this terrarium so you’ll have to draw your own conclusions. Next time I go and visit, I’ll ask how (if at all), they manage aggressive, territory defending Roaches. Bit of an awkward question to ask I realize. Until I have an answer, please enjoy the closeups of these wonderful scampering detritivores resting in their exhibit. It’s all a leisurely show until the lights are turned off.

Pictures were taken on March 21, 2023 with a Google Pixel 4. Please go and visit the bugs!

#jonny’s insect catalogue #ontario insect #cockroach #madagascar hissing cockroach #blattodea #roach #insect #ROM insect #royal ontario museum #insect exhibit #toronto #march2023 #2023 #entomology #nature #invertebrates

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bug-maniac · 1 year

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Some replies to my wasp post!

@inky-deactivated04122019

Honestly I think even just one positive experience with wasps, bees, or other scary critters can help people. I actually used to be incredibly scared of bees, wasps... anything that wasn't obviously a butterfly. I learned more about them, and that helped my fear in theory, but not really in practice. Then one day, I was on a walk and I found a bee stuck in a spiderweb. I got a stick and got her out of there (the spider wasn't home) and she flew away. And that went a long way to helping me get over my fear. I'm really glad you helped the little gal!

@icantleave

If you have bugs building nests in your house, you need to call a professional to remove them. That's not good for them or you. You should also ask how they've been entering your home and how you can fix it. Wasps (and bees, and ants, and spiders, and mice, and) build nests in your home because it's a safe and sheltered place, and it's generally a better temperature in there than outside. If it's bees, a professional beekeeper should be able to remove the hive from your home; they might be able to do it with wasps too, actually. As for "stinging you for no reason"--no they don't. You've likely trespassed into their territory without realizing it, or one of them has flown under your shirt and gotten startled, or a million other things. Animals don't do things "for no reason."

@dazerla

Of course, people with allergies should always take precautions, and I'm not saying that they shouldn't. If you are afraid of wasps, absolutely leave them alone. As I said before, they might be "more aggressive", but there is always something that will provoke an attack, even if we as humans don't understand what it is.

@stupid-fat-panda

I bet that's your whole personality too, isn't it?

@im-flashtoo

I have no idea what this means but I am desperately hoping you'll explain it, because I am deeply curious.

@santitymustprevail

I'm actually wondering if you are. Wasps do hunt bees, yes, but that's nature. They're predatory. They also eat ticks and other "pest" insects. Wasps are also pollinators, just like hummingbirds, butterflies, and bees. Their place in the ecosystem is just as important as the "better" pollinators.

#long post #bugblr #we do wasp apologism here sir #wasp propaganda #buggy chatter #i'm bored at work and this helped kill time #descriptions in alt text

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 2 years

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Ok, so... Hatchetfield.

Hatchetfield is a Beehive.

Like, you know that Tumblr post about how Bees have gained a symbiotic relationship with Beekeepers over the years, about how Bees will, like, offer sacrifices to the Beekepers, give them an offering of Honey, in exchange for their protection and safety? About how this started legends and folklore about Bees and Beekepers over the years, about Beekepers telling the bees about a recently dead Beekeper, comparing it to an Elder God telling humans in its near incomprehensible tongue about the previous elder god having died and been replaced by them?

Yeah...

Hatchetfield is a Beehive. It’s contained, protected, shielded from the outside world by the waters, separated from the dangers and horrors of the world outside, it’s walls built with the wood of the Withcwood, sacrifices to the White Queen by the Hatchetmen, paid for in blood.

She’s the Beekeper, the one tending to the industrious hive, the Spider whose web traps the tastiest, most powerful morsels, turned into walls for her Beehive, an ever concentric cage in which to trap her Bees, safe, secured, protected by the dangers outside the hive...

The Bees who built this hive then worked industriously for their Beekeper, but some Bees have design beyond a simple Bees, some Bees are discontented with their Spider, their White Queen, the Beekeper, Bees who have seen beyond the walls of their Beehive, seen the others who live in the Black and White, so they seek other Beekepers, those who don’t care as much about the Bees, but care far too much about the Honey.

And so the wooden walls of the Beehive are breached clumsily by creatures who do not understand its workings, and to keep them appeased, satisfied with their sacrifices, amused, every year a new Queen Bee is being offered to the Pig for his endless hunger, the Bird and the Goat torturing the Workers for their amusement, like children pulling on a Bee’s wings, as the Squid tries his best to wiggle his way inside the Beehive, no matter how his size would only shatter it, destroy it, ruin it beyond repair, because he finds it amusing, because he was bored...

As from beyond the skies, the Mask looks down at the Beehive in disgust, at the disharmony between its bees, and plots to unify them all under one, singular will, under one, singular hive.

And in all of this, what is the Wasp’s role?

The Yellow Jacket, the Wasp, Alexandra Foster.

Not Hanna, no, Hanna is but another Bee, a Bee who is always working within the web, the hive, the pet of the Spider, the White Queen, to be kept around and protected, if not actually fed and sheltered.

Lex is the Wasp, a predator, a parasite that infiltrates the Hive, that seemingly works for the production of the honey, only apparently seems another cog, another drone within the Hive, but is actually a disruptive force for the Beekeeper’s plans, to bring within the Hive extraneous forces and objects from outside the Hive, to break its walls, to sting the hand that keeps them, to rouse the Bees from their slavery, so they too can sting the hand that keeps them, whose sting stopped the Squid, the Mask, not Hanna’s sting, hers, her power, her poison.

That’s the actual Yellow Jacket. That’s the force within the hive working to break it from within, whose existence is a danger to the Beekepers who hunt and torture and feed off the bee’s labour and life...

Alexandra Foster is a Wasp.

And one day, once she’s infiltrated the hive once more, she’ll break it from within.

For better and for worse.

#lex foster #black friday #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #ntm spoilers #nightmare time spoilers #hatchetfield

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