Two themes this week and I couldn’t pick, so you’re getting both. HONEY BEES and FELINES. Nine pieces total.
Five went to the hive. Four went to the cats. The cats were easier and I think we all know why.
Honey Bees
The Queen

Honey on her mouth, honeycomb where the pupils should be, and one real bee walking across her cheek like it pays rent there. She’s smiling in this one. I didn’t ask her to.
The Throne Room

She’s sitting in it. Not standing over it, not wading through it, sitting in the honey up to her ribs while the drones come around to check on her. Somebody built her that room.
The Collection

Downtown, dusk, and the whole street is on its knees getting glazed. Nobody is fighting it. Her ribcage is open honeycomb and it’s filling up, and the bees in the sky are just the delivery.
The Bloom

Daisies the size of apartment blocks and exactly one guy standing in the road looking up at her. He’s not running. That was a decision he made recently and I don’t think it was a good one.
The Aftermath

No people left in this one. The flowers won, the hives got to be the size of weather, and the honey has been sitting in the street long enough to dry at the edges. Pollination went great, thanks for asking!
Bees do four things: pollinate, build, feed the queen, and decide as a group that you’re a problem. Only one of those scales badly.
Felines
I already wrote a whole short story narrated by a cat, so this half was less research and more airing grievances.
Bakeneko

She’s lovely. Nice kimono, nice smile, hand on the screen like she’s about to invite you in. The shadow has two tails. The shadow is the honest one.
The Shrine

Bipedal, on a plinth, at a shrine, working four people on green strings at moonrise. Two strings off the paw and two off the tails, because why use one hand when you have a spare. Note that he isn’t actually doing anything with them. He’s just seeing if they’ll go.
The Retainer

White ears, X scar, black suit, and four bowls set out in front of him with not one of them touched. He’s waiting. He will out-wait you, and it isn’t personal, it’s just the species.
The Roof

And then there’s this. Two tails, one blind eye, half the flank gone to the ribs, up on the tiles over a village that is still asleep. Whatever did that to him is still down there somewhere. Unless he’s just like that.
Honestly none of these needed much inventing. Cats already look at you like they’ve done the math on how much you weigh.
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All nine pieces live in the Gallery too, alongside the rest of the collection.
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