#long post.

Do you love the color of the sky?

Which one?

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black.

Yellow, black.

Yellow, black.

Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second.

Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't.

I'll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs.

Your father paid good money for those.

Sorry.

I'm excited.

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel? - A little.

Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school, three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college.

I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie? - Yeah.

- You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going.

Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp.

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under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are! - Bee-men.

- Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of.

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9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.

Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group.

This is it! Wow.

Wow.

We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as.

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Honey! - That girl was hot.

- She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins.

- Right.

You're right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes? - Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.

- What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course.

Most bee jobs are small ones.

But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.

The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.

What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years.

So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try.

Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.

I'm relieved.

Now we only have to make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees.

We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example.

I don't know.

But you know what I'm talking about.

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

Wait a second.

Oheck it out.

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow.

I've never seen them this close.

They know what it's like outside the hive.

Yeah, but some don't come back.

- Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were.

- I don't know.

Their day's not planned.

Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.

You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock.

You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look.

That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.

It's just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

Perhaps.

Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.

Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant.

Distant.

Look at these two.

- Oouple of Hive Harrys.

- Let's have fun with them.

It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah.

Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out.

What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah.

Gusty.

We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.

- Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.

- Maybe I am.

- You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be.

It all depends on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're going into honey.

Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper.

Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud.

- We're starting work today! - Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.

Yeah, right.

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal.

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- Is it still available? - Hang on.

Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.

- What'd you get? - Picking crud out.

Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice.

- You want to go first? - No, you go.

Oh, my.

What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.

- Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on.

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkey's always open.

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened? A bee died.

Makes an opening.

See? He's dead.

Another dead one.

Deady.

Deadified.

Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down.

That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler.

Barry, what do you think I should.

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Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine.

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What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out.

- Out? Out where? - Out there.

- Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.

You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in.

If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today.

Hey, guys.

- Look at that.

- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

It's OK, Lou.

We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here.

Just initial that.

- Thank you.

- OK.

You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful.

As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah.

Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue.

I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses! 30 degrees, roger.

Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It's got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here.

Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one.

See that? It's a little bit of magic.

That's amazing.

Why do we do that? That's pollen power.

More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Oould be daisies.

Don't we need those? Oopy that visual.

Wait.

One of these flowers seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative.

That was on the line! This is the coolest.

What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Oareful, guys.

It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him? - I think he knows.

What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross.

There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee.

- He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move.

If you don't move, he won't sting you.

Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow.

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the tension level out here is unbelievable.

I gotta get home.

Oan't fly in rain.

Oan't fly in rain.

Oan't fly in rain.

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume.

I made it into a fold-out brochure.

You see? Folds out.

Oh, no.

More humans.

I don't need this.

What was that? Maybe this time.

This time.

This time.

This time! This time! This.

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Drapes! That is diabolical.

It's fantastic.

It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that.

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kind of stuff.

No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.

They're out of their minds.

When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.

There's the sun.

I scrolled all the way down to my asks from 2023 for this

context.

here are some more asks i'm replying to in a bulk about phineas and ferb reader!!

my favorite part in dc. vs vampires is when reader comes together with damian and damian to build a silly machine that un-vampifies people in like half a day so they can defeat the vampire king. it is canon.

@amethystjellyfish

perry really is reader's number #1 stan. they're his family, reader's had him since he was a small platypus baby!

he does his best to keep reader safe, which is why he doesn't like the batfam much. he keeps it professional on the rare occasions they go on missions together, but that's it. he hates how dismissive of reader they are in the beginning, and he hates them later on when they star showering them with attention because they found out about their inventions.

❪  Больно ? ❄️⁑ is it painful ? ❫ ♥️ ♠️ 𝒉𝒊𝒊𝒊 (with the intention of doing the most) i'm here to present an expansion pack of my modern popstar verse, the peppermint girl. it pulls big inspo. from spirited away / john wick / sinners 2024 / jennifer's body and my regular horrorgirl monster stuff -- there are roles your character can fit into, tons of plot hooks to cook up, can function as a group verse, etc. basically i made a big playground and i hope you wanna write with me in it !!

to summarize my main verse (full write-up, and all its very cursed details, here) before we get into the expanded lore: marzanna (stage name: adella) fled kazakhstan in her early teens during the collapse of the soviet union, after the mysterious, gruesome deaths of her parents who were possessed by evil jinn. first, she fled to turkey, then to nyc to live out her dreams of being a popstar. after one of her shows, she was butchered backstage in a strange occult ritual. but she… woke up just fine the next day? and her career begins to skyrocket, her voice generating a rare type of emotional energy with crowds. her concerts feel otherworldly. and this expansion gets deeper into why that is. 🎟️ 🎵

turns out, a group of evil jinn called deevs had tried to kill her that fateful night. the same kind that once possessed her parents. they failed, however, as she was rescued and brought back from the brink of death by a woman named inci. inci revealed herself as a fey creature, one of many invisibly roaming the human world, and a member of the chorus. the chorus is an organized, hidden network that controls the gates and flow of magic between the human world and that of spiritfolk like fey, and jinn, and monsters -- and they operate on a powerful economy:

spiritfolk are long-lived beings; their emotions, even their souls, unfold slowly. evenly. humans are significantly short-lived by contrast, and that brief mortality compresses their emotions into something sharper and more intense than anything spiritfolk can generate. it's all the difference between a steady, enduring river and a brief, but brilliant and impossible-to-ignore spark. because of this, human emotions are unique all across dimensions, and therefore coveted. to spiritfolk, those emotions are intoxicating. almost like a drug. and long ago, when there was never a gate between the world of spiritfolk and humans, the former would often visit the latter to revel in that intensity for a time, partaking in everything from battles and to bacchanals. but the world changed. a gate formed. and to humans, magic became myth.

but the spiritfolk never fully went away. over time, mages learned how to extract that emotional intensity from the human experience, refine it into a concentrated substance called drop elixir ( " drops " ), and bottle it for trade. drops have levels of purification (the more potent, the more expensive) / grades, can be exceptionally dangerous like many psychedelics / other drugs of our world, and are color-coded depending on the emotion. the emotion / types of drops are: euphoria, first love, devotion, hysteria, relief, hope, and shame. drops are gathered at places like concerts, casinos, brothels, clubs -- any place of great collective emotional highs and release -- through the performance of muses. muses, through each their unique magics, help conjure emotional peaks potent enough to create the drug. to humans, these peaks just look like states of complete absorption, like that moment in a concert when the music, the crowd, and the self whorl together in a single, unified sensation. harvesters and chemists then discreetly collect that charge, refine it, bottle it, store it, and sell it. spiritfolk pay with coin, fragments of their powers, names, memories, or souls.

the chorus also regulate the gates into the human world, allowing spiritfolk to enter and revel directly in the human experience -- for a brief time, and a hefty price. this is a highly regulated system with many different industries and factions. this story focuses on the music industry, because marzanna was born a concert muse; that's why the deevs -- adversaries to the chorus and its system -- have been trying to kill her since birth.

the chorus has many roles, here are the major ones:

⧽𝄢. muses. generate high emotional peaks. most often fey creatures performing in the arts, but they can also be courtesans, orators, and sometimes athletes. though there are, overall, very few muses in the world, due to the rarity of their magic and from the deevs killing them. (in dnd terms, they're like bards and fey sorcerers). ⧽𝄢. harvesters. extract and bottle drops for refinement. monitor emotional yield from crowds through special tagging tools. (dnd, think rogues). ⧽𝄢. chemists. refine drops into a consumable drug. only the most skilled mages are able to become chemists, due to the volatile nature of this magic. (dnd, think artificers and wizards). ⧽𝄢. architects. designers and sometimes owners of underground / enchanted locations (more on this below) where the spiritfolk dwell openly. ⧽𝄢. archivists. lorekeepers holding ledgers for everything and every one (recording dangerous performances, in john wick terms, these are the folks that announce who's excommunicado, things like that) and those that store drops for trade. ⧽𝄢. producers. humans (almost exclusive to the arts) who know the secret. these are the moghuls of the entertainment industry, greedy billionaires, some powerful governing bodies, who work with the spiritfolk, helping them build stars, fund careers, venues... why? because happier, starry-eyed humans in love with their idols means more money in their pockets. (dnd, think of them as those npc guildmasters). producers, as needed, employ those they see fit to carry this industry forward and be in on the secret, like talent scouts, wealthy patrons, etc. ⧽𝄢. silencers. exceptionally trained hunters tasked with killing deevs, enforcing law, and protecting the choral system. the john wicks of the world !! they prevent infiltrations, emotional corruptions (more on this below), spiritfolk terrorism, and protect muses. there are all different classes of silencers, and they have tools all their own: runic knives, azures (liquid that can kill deevs, stored in bullets), mirrors to reveal any spiritfolk's true form. GR.ENADES, G.UNS, ETC. you get my drift. (dnd, these are your martial classes of all kinds, with each their own speciality: fighters, rogues, blood hunters, rangers; rarely do silencers have innate magic). ⧽𝄢. gatekeepers. manage portals, regulate which spiritfolk may cross. issue passports / visas for spiritfolk entry. (dnd, think low-level wizards and ordinary spiritfolk civilian workers, but those high-ranking are cleric and paladin types). ⧽𝄢. the veil. silent enforcers. they appear only when someone breaks the Rules. (dnd, think high-level paladins). ⧽𝄢. the magistrate. the ruling council, the high table !!. controls pricing, laws, entry, punishment, and neutrality rules. there's a lot of corruption that goes on in this system, explained below the cut, and this is all rather intentional and controlled. same way generated conflict, proxy wars, etc. feeds the rich and powerful in our world. (these are your archmages, the fey lords, the celestials).

below the cut, because this post is already so long, you can find out more about the conflict with deevs, and other "cracks" in the system, the rules of the chorus all must abide by, key locations you can find in this world, and adella's playlist for the whole verse !! in a later installment i'll get into adella's personal story in all this, since that's also for lore / plotting purposes and this is more a worldbuilding release !!

ANIMATIC: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Ec6CGoBzGzZMm6HNDnXwIRFsLwKRNvzp/view?usp=drive_link

(alternative music only video)

"Can anything separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean He no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? (-) No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loves us.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our fears about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below- indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." -Romans 8:35,37-39

transcript:

so exactly one week ago i had a kind of intense health scare. i’ve been tracking my symptoms thankfully cause my ADD brain couldn’t remember them if i tried after they’ve happened. it started early in the morning, i was doing simple tasks trying to continue unpacking: i was just putting clothes away, and feeling tired i decided to sit down in the floor to do it rather than pace back and forth. and even after all that, i very nearly blacked out and had to lay in the floor for some time. my resting heart rate skyrocketed and, though i’ve been having some chest pain for a while, that’s when it really started in its persistency. i tried to spend the rest of the day resting but later in the day i had extreme difficulty even walking, my legs were shaking and trying to give out from under me and my friend had to help me walk.

i’ve had pretty intense and persistent chest pain throughout the week, even while i’m typing this. i went to the urgent care on saturday and they suggested i go to the er which… i seriously cannot afford only for them to run tests to tell me i need to see a cardiologist, which i am, but not until way later into the month unfortunately.

between the pain and the exhaustion, it’s been hard to think straight with the intense brain fog, but now i’ve started getting a brain burning sensation, which i’ve never experienced before, and it’s incredibly unpleasant. focusing for periods of time was already hard before, now it just seems impossible. hell even typing this much has made it feel like it’s flaring up, but at least my neurologist appointment is tomorrow.

anyways i know i don’t HAVE to really disclose any of this, but well, it’s no longer just being stressed and exhausted and things are starting to feel kind of serious. it’s been an incredibly scary and isolating experience some days. i’ve been doing nothing, resting, and i’ve had better days, but it feels like i do too much one day and loop back around to agitating my symptoms; like today, i’ve barely been awake an hour, lying in bed and after doing a little too much yesterday i feel like i’m down for the count again.