Pick and Mix

23, any/all, Posts funny art, pfp by romecartoons on bsky

[umbralepidopteran]

Sketched the trio :]

[chumbyy]

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

why can't hornet carry shakra through the sky with her big fluffy wings.

[pickanmixes]

Well she’ll have a lot more magic power now! But she might need to change classes, and get a bigger house

[shibestars]

i love this fat chud

[pickanmixes]

All That You Cant Leave Behind

[grosssamers]

[pennyzeshiria]

big fan of whenever the knight encounters obstacles

[corromon]

It resonates with a deep desire I have.

[pickanmixes]

[apchumbala]

I hate drawing backgrounds...🥲

[mysillyium]

you should open the door

[spectralgecko]

Just Wonderin'

In which Vi is curious, and Zasp is intriguing

Pages 2-6 under the cut:

Hmmmm, why was he so nervous, anyways? 🤔

I don't know what possessed me to make an entire comic on this silly little headcanon/au take, but here we are, and it's finally doooooooooooooone- XD

As a brief summary/additional info and context: I normally operate on canon Zasp bein' a dude and the stinger just being an artistic decision by the devs as with all the wasps. However, I was messing around with Bug Fables Amped ideas and angst potential, and went "ok, so what if Zasp was intersex?" (i.e. genetically possesses both trait sets). Partly because in a hive setting, that could go a few ways, and partly because I don't think I've seen anyone run with that take as of yet.

The comic is... perhaps not long enough to really give this scene the right room to breathe - Zasp talks too easily and the whole thing goes more smoothly than it realistically would, but I hope it gets the general vibes across. Maybe someday I'll make a fic of it XD Bits and pieces of the notion come up in the fic I did write (2:35 AM), so there's that lol

[pickanmixes]

Posting the slightly saucier stuff here cause screw it

[pickanmixes]

A recent pic i still really like

[pickanmixes]

Duel of the black knives

[drylabun]

at the edge of shadow, where reality and dream meet. our black, black knife aims to face the knight. we howl, we roar, to the skies. at the edge of reality, where shadow and dream collide. our carapace cracks in our strife. we honor the deceased's forms. at the edge of dream, where reality and shadow blind you. where you can only use your ears. that melody… it sounds like… it's coming from under the water. deep. if you believe it so, you can hear it, until the light shines through it's umbral wings, never to be heared again.