My garbage son got an upgrade in the design department
ID start: A reference sheet for an anthropomorphic grapeleaf-skeletonizer moth; a slender blueish black moth with orange neck and long fur on the end of its abdomen. The text on the top right corner reads: "Norel Stillbreath. Grapeleaf-skelotenizer moth. He/him." He has his wings stylised like a cloak, with the larger part of his wings drapped over the front like a preacher's cloak. The fur on his head is brushed back with one strand falling over his oval face. He's wearing pink glasses in a golden frame, with a golden chain attached to them and wrapping around the back of the moth's neck. He also has a white mask with pink lenses built into the eye holes as an alternate facewear. His left eye is pinkish orange, his right eye is white and drooping and covered in a black scar. End ID.
ID start: The same moth as in the previous picture, but without the wings, better showing off his slender frame and fluffy fur covering his body. End ID.
Realizing I have never shared any pictures of my S H R I M P I love my SMIM-P-
Okay context; Me and some of the fellas from HallowHome were talking about the possibility of aquatic vessels that live in the void sea and what adaptations they might have. This is Artem! They're part of a trio with @phantomgrape and @frolicinq as triplets that hatched from the same egg!
I have fallen madly in love with them I just love lil SWIMP Auughds oooug
Hey, remember this comic by @slimeel ? Yeah, I accidentally became stupidly enamoured by the concept of mail delivery bugs and then this happened.
This started off with me wanting to make a reference to the mail lady from Homestuck but quickly grew into an excuse for drawing a couple of environmental pieces.
The whole idea is this: A network of bugs exists in the wastes, an old one but still far younger than Hallownest, which is why none of their offices ever appeared near it. No one knows where they have come from, though rumour has it that their first office grew alongside a civilisation born off the corpse of a great beast.
All of its members appear to be mortals, but they bear masks with foreign etchings on them, protecting them from having their minds swept away by the winds, keeping all of them connected, something that no mortal could devise.
Despite this they worship no power, directing all their devotion to one thing: Mail.
(ID start: A black and white doodle of a vessel and a caterpillar on a paper texture. The two are lying together, the vessel is biting the catterpillar's cheek. End ID.)