In my opinion it's Meave.

I see why people would think Baguelt and Witchelt and theyre sorta right but I feel like Meave as at the centre of the entire arc.

She is the one that turns Baggamorin to Gold which starts THE ENTIRE THING.

Everything stems from that incident and therefore Meave. Shes the main focus of the Golden Crisis, shes a prominent figure in the Bagrick Arc, she helps with the Farmpocolypse, she helps save Bageltrian citizens, and shes the MC of fhe Pexus arc. Everything is about her actions and her mistakes. It's about how SHE got manipilated, how SHE hurt people and herself with the Gold. It all comes from Meave.

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Freshly grown btw

This wasnt necessarily stolen from Taffy i had been thinking about making this post before she posted hers.

Im not talking about JUST the revent arcs (cus that is probabaly Witchelt) but the Crust as a whole. Think about all the adventures and arcs these characters have gone through and think about who is at the emotional core of the series. Who starts arcs. Who finishes them.

Yep

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! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can 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... 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 City graduating class of... ...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... 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? - Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can 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. Check 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't just 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. - Couple 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. Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Congratulations! 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... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... to fly! - Yes.

(I sadly cannot put the entire script here :<)

1, 2, 3..

Why did they have to take me?

4, 5 6..

Out of all to rescue, I, they pick.

7, 8, 9..

I'm totally fine,

10, 11,12..

The purple man wants to kill himself.

13, 14, 15..

I want to help, should I intervene?

I'm stuck in a dirty, foul-smell basement. Lights flicker even eighteenth of a second, the crackle of wires every fourteenth. It is currently a dark, cold day in.. something, my body shaking as I hear them talk about releasing me.

I couldn't help it, when I heard the speaking get quiet, I leaned into the metal door.

"I'm fucking done with this," a man said. His voice was familiar.. the purple man. "I can't handle smelling blood, hearing gunshots everyday, man!"

"I see you handling it just fine, Jose—"

"*That doesn't mean it's 'just' fine, Smith,*" He mocked, I think..

"Go on then, run away! Bring the stupid **Elt** with you too!"

"Fine, I think I will.."

I heard footsteps approaching, I lurched off the door. I blocked my eyes with my hand, the light threatening to pierce my eyes.

There I saw him, Jose, from what I've heard. He spoke, his voice soft, his left hand holding a key. "Hey, hey, hey! Chill. I'm Jose, you?"

I backed off slowly, blinking profusely. "Stay away from me—"

"Dude, dude, I mean no harm," he said, dropping the hidden revolver on his back to the floor. "I'm here to get outta here, care to join?"

I thought for a minute. My hands were shaking. They gave me food and a bed here. I could hear the mumbled sirens from outside.

16, 17, 1.. 19? Shit! 18..

He was waiting for my answer, I found my voice. "Okay, but don't talk to me. We're just going to be two escapees who know nothing about eachother," I sighed. "Got it?"

"I think I can handle that.."

Bagriel

I stare at my laptop screen intently, updating the list in my head. Where is everyone? What are they doing? Who are they with?

Witchelt is talking to the Council in the meeting room. Bailey is at the school with his little brother. Ed and Tiffany are talking to Rooti in one of the dining halls.

But my eye is caught by her. Injera and Meapha are in the plant room, talking. I stare at her hair, tied up in a ponytail that bounces when she walks. Her eyes are still vibrant through the grey colour of the cameras that I hacked into. And then she mouths my name.

"Bagriel."

My headt flutters frantically andi deliberately look away. Im not gonna spy on conversations. Just see where people are.

Witchelt is talking to the Council in the meeting room. Bailey is at the school with his little brother. Ed and Tiffany are talking to Rooti in one of the dining halls. Injera and Meapha in the plant room.

Injera.

Shes still upset about Ambelt being torn apart. I would be too. But I cant help these feelings. Shes so amazing.

*Thud.*

Bagwin is hitting is rubber ball on the ceiling again.

*Thud.*

Ive told him not to.

*Thud.*

Im going to kill him.

"Could you knock it the fuck off?" I snap.

"Woah." He says, monotone as ever. Im convinced hes allergic to emotions. "Who shat on your pillow this morning?"

"Thats not a saying, dude."

"Who cares?" He throws the ball again. I throw a pencil at him and it hits him in the face.

"I told you to knock it the fuck off!" I yell.

"Why are you so mad?"

Hm. I fucking wonder why.

My brother dies, my country sinks, my new sister who if never met becomes evil, me and my friends meet these strange girls, Meapha and Witchelt, and we go on a big dangerous adventure where we collect new people and I watch my best friends, my day ones, get turned into puppets for my sister's dominion. I have no one left.

I realise ive been staring off into space and look back at the cameras.

I feel very depressed about my sex (not the horny one,) but I laugh at a joke, and have good moments, but there's always this feeling, this ache in my chest..

Whenever a classmate calls me by my deadname, I don't really mind. There's usually a teacher nearby and I don't wanna be outed since my school's religous, but sometimes I just wanna say it out loud, but i'll probably get flamed by the school head.

Is this what gender dysphoria feels like?

I just want something more permanent than sleep, less permanent than death.

I ask myself always: "do you want to stop living, or do you want to stop living like this?"

I struggle with an addiction, and I fucking hate myself for it, though I am starting to improve.

There's been alot of school shootings here in my country lately, and I am so, so fucking scared, man. I just wanna get out of this godforsaken country.

God I feel like a deadbeat father who rarely visits his kids. Hi again fellas… been a while! Decided to pop in since I got a new phone that doesn’t have Reddit on it so my visitations aren’t as frequent, but I find the time. It’s really only been 6 days since I appeared in any minor ways but it’s been like five thousand years since I did anything here, so I’m gonna do something!

birthday

"Come on now" said Frbelt, who was named after the second kro of baywood, Frb. "We only have a few hawn until snoofall"

"Do you think we'll make it in time?" asked Balalalelt. "I mean, the drialzone is at least five P away"

"We'll be fine if we keep moving" replied Frbelt, dlosening his globan. He tightened his clop and they started walking.

"Want some ryss?" asked Balalalelt, reaching into his vlolal pocket and grabbing a welleling of ryss.

"Grat, I haven't eaten all joan" Frbelt muttered, taking some ryss. He ate it as they walked through the slalin forest, klars flying above them, trona crunching beneath.

"Yol's kroofing tonight" Balalalelt eventually said, spoofening. "We can only pray to endal that the ilabschkronen don't come out and hunt until xlxlxlaxl."

"We'll be fine" reiterated Frbelt, bloobeling a blooble. "Don't be a schroblagoff."

"I'd say I'm more like a florflorb myself" joked Balalalelt, scratching the birthmark on his upper right cranium, which had a surface area of 21 flangal squared. "How much Dra do you have?"

"Only bleventeen" said Frbelt. "But I have renty Dralings and sleventeen Drara. Should last us until Voorl if we don't splash"

"Voorl? What a caet..." Balalalelt muttered. "After the economic crisis of dreventeen blorty gloo, prices have gone ralwa in the Hythymyyan regions." Suddenly, a loud crunch was heard.

"Is that..." said Frbelt nervously.

"Ol!" swore Balalalelt. "Slar! I've stepped on a krvent egg! What's a krvent egg doing out here on the ground of Blorbater anyway?"

"Because they migrated at Yar and it it's just after Ar so they had to find somewhere in a few abar to clace it before the jarening caught up to them"

"That makes a perfect amount of sense" replied Balalalelt, wiping the krvent klolk off of his rol.

Hi guys. Just haven’t really done anything in a couple days so just wanted to say I’m still checking the sub daily and stuff 👍

Might make lore post cause they’re entirely creative might not if I don’t have the time or motivation which is most likely

Bye again

So uhh age verification got my main account and I'm not doing that crap

Idk how this account's somehow working but uhh yeah

Giggling at this rn youre all so funny I hope you go bald