#worker bees

[arty-e]

I love my bees so I’ve drawn one of the colonies/hive. Our first queen bee is called Nessa, she’s long, slim and dark so I made her goth here

It’s not the best photo of her but it was the first time we spotted her (she now has a yellow spot on her back to find her better) tw: bee/bugs, trypophobia

[privatejoker]

14 year old kid came in looking for rosa luxemborg (did not have) so i suggested a kollontai novel we did have, kid did buy it but had to tell me "im not a bolshevik im a councilist" and i said Ok.

[madcat-world]

Worker Bees - Fedor Titov

[cirilee]

delusional office drones of today ran, so this little worker bee in the not so distant dystopian future could walk

[birchboom]

Epithet Erased x OSC Part 6

And we’re not even done with the Western Arc yet!

[sentient-cloud]

Can’t sleep phone doodle because I can’t stop thinking about them your honor

[tubbral]

Schlatt rang Tubbo’s doorbell, crossing his bare arms across his chest. He hadn’t bothered to put a coat on, because Tubbo’s house wasn’t far anyway. But he had forgotten about what he had did to himself. That day.

The ram honestly looked like shit, pale and noticeably skinnier than before Ted had passed (not that Tubbo knew, not that anyone knew, Schlatt couldn’t bring himself to anyone, and being skinny was.. not in the older ram’s nature since he was revived. He liked to stay comfortable, at most.)

But as Schlatt waited in the cold, anxiety grew in his chest wondering what his son would think of him now.

( @jschllat )

patiently, he walks to the door knob and twists the still freezing metal to peek through the door. once he sees that it’s schlatt, then does he push the whole door open. swinging it.

tubbo’s eyes widen at the husk of a man. he looks beaten down and exhausted, barely anything left of him to be seen. he immediately shudders, but stays calm in order to not alarm him.

oh.. schlatt.. you look sick, big man? what are you doing out in the cold? come inside..

he motions silently with a calm voice as he moves past and allows an open entrance. his house was a warm gust of air and a home honey smell that was child like, fresh and vintage. his house was almost completely brown and green, layers of soft coats everywhere and blankets. a few children toys scattered about with something boiling on the stove.

tubbo didn’t judge the man, he knew how hard everything will be on someone. but it nags at him, how much he worries.