Fanart for this Radi fic of all time by @basilbellona, it is glorious and scrumptious and mortal, dumpster-diving, tiara stealing, absolute fiend Möth delights me
Still taking ship asks? Crackship: Herrah×The Hunter. (Listen they'd have an interesting fling and it gives Hunter another awkward reason for recognizing Hornet's features)
I've literally never thought of this one before. Uh. Hm.
I think theoretically it has potential! I've just never seen it explored. You know what that means, right?
I see opportunity for fic art by great artist— I trip over a tableleg searching for a good scene!
My side blog is basilbellona, and this is from chapter 17 (technically 16 minus the prologue) of "Soul of God, Form of Moth" during Xero's point of view. For context, he's trying to get into the Spire for a meeting during a ball and he's a wanted criminal. He doesn't have his helmet on either, so I'll attach a sketch of him like that below the excerpt!
The great sentries’ gazes passed over him like a cold wave that the outlaw had to will himself not to duck under. The bristly hairs on his legs pressed uncomfortably into his boots. He would not turn his eyes toward them. No matter how much his body prickled at the size of their gleaming greatnails, almost as large as he was tall. They could not think he was doing anything but going where he was allowed. He would not speed up. Do not speed up. Don’t speed up––
He crossed the threshold. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Only then did he let out a quiet exhale. But still, the bristles wouldn’t lie flat.
The wait in line to get in past the lobby was insanely long, as to be expected for such a big social ball. Xero tried to blend in as best he could between the much fancier, gem-decked guests, staring idly at the huge columns and metalcraft embellishing the floor. A simple dark cloak was fairly innocuous, as many others were wearing ones of their own, so even if his looked plain, it didn’t take long for the gazes to start slipping past him. The hardest part was––
“Excuse me,”
‘FUCK.’
Xero stopped midstep and turned to the speaker–– a young, cavern-nester usher in a bowtie. He raised his brows, too surprised to find his voice and the young beetle pointed to a hole-punch claw in her other hand. “Do you have a ticket?”
He spent a good, lengthy moment processing the question.
“Sir––”
“Ah, no I don’t.” he finally laughed, raising his voice to a lilting pitch. “I thought I could just walk in. It is a public ball, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but you’ll need a ticket for entry.” The usher nodded toward a stand at the opposite of the lobby. “You can purchase one there and wait back in line.”
“Ah. So that’s what that stand is for,” he chuckled. The usher didn’t laugh.
“Couldn’t I just skip the line? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“I’m just following the rules, sir.”
Xero sighed, “Okay,” and stepped out of the door-nearing line to purchase a ridiculously overpriced ticket.
Fun fact. Atlas is not originally mine, so I can't technically answer these! He's one of the OCs I borrowed from Cal and Avia (with their permission and explicitly requested). He's specifically @arsonistmoth's kid.
I can, however, answer for Red Sky verse specific Atlas -
🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
Anything Nightshade makes, tbh. She's the Troupe's usual food provider and most of them like her food but he's also a giant baby when it comes to her. It's special because it's from her.
🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?
Birthdays aren't something I really think of in Hallownest, but I would imagine Atlas as a summer kid (Cal can confirm/deny this later I guess). No one in the Troupe celebrates theirs but considering his past, I think he'd probably rather pretend he doesn't know any way. Bad memories are bad.
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
In Red Sky, he'd say it's revenge for what happened to him. He might even believe that's the truth. It isn't, though. It's certainly high up there but that's not his only motivations.
He craves safety and family -- because he's never had either one correctly before -- and will go to any length to keep them safe. Even 'sell' his soul to a demon clown he can barely stand in order to be with them. And we just don't talk about the fact that the clown is family now, too and that he'd do anything to keep him safe as well.
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
The sound did not come from his throat, but instead somewhere deep inside, nesting in his chest amidst a bed of crackling flame, pitched with pain and bone-dry.
I feel like I've been cursed by a witch. The one time the last sentence I wrote was a ridiculously long one. The compulsion to edit it before I posted this was really strong, I feel like you should know that.
Surprise, 28 people.
(the ONE time I write a long sentence. Elle I am never doing this again)
Lobelia has been removed from the bee potluck
(She's a vulture bee :( )
Featuring @dragons-age's Leon, @ley-ayyy's Pollen, @basilbellona's Pius, @magn0lia-blossoms's Bonne, and @flame-shadow's Willow
My first mass attack for Artfight ever, featuring @ley-ayyy's Andromeda, @devilcatdarling's Night, @reveks' Nerium, and @basilbellona's Flint all fighting against my Kindlepitch.
Definitely feel like I've pushed my limits in a good way with this one, love to draw bug violence so so much
She's a death's head hawk moth, but grimm troupe-ified! Daughter of my moth Oakleaf and @arsonistmoth's Nightshade. Raised by the nightmare polycule of Arsonistmoth's Nightshade and Atlas, @basilbellona's Dewstep, and Oakleaf. She's a half-sister to Foxglove, Hyacinth, and Reed :)
...Also she's in a relationship with my vulture bee, Lobelia
A very normal time with Radi and her most faithful knight <3
Thank you @basilbellona for once again tearing my heart out and stomping on it with an au. This time where devoted, self-sacrificing hegemol believes he can take the place of what he sees as a child, and spare the Pure Vessel its fate as Radi's keeper. Only he underestimates his needs as a previously very social beetle, and The Radiance takes advantage of this to a high degree, while also finally experiencing what it's like to have a listening ear and someone to tell your fears to. Toxic codependency seems to be the running theme of hollow knight.