#mantis scribbles

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Shoutout to alien failgirls with big black eyes and fucked up fathers

[ravenousrampage]

Here, please accept these Bug Preds I sketched a while back (I'm very busy this month, so no new art from me)

The idea being they're aliens stranded on Earth, who adapt to their new environment...differently

Only the mantis-looking one got a decent ref before something else got my attention (thank you, ADHD)

[patokascribbles]

i dont think i’ll be able to finish this frankly, so i’ll just post this. Mantis x Psylocke because,,,,, girls,,,,,,,, escaped the collector,,,, with their pet yokai,,,,,, woah,,,

[meirionmoore]

Clockroach angst scribbles - Bad Molt (Part 1)

PART ONE IS FINALLY FINISHED!!! This is my first time writing something this angst-oriented so feel free to give me feedback/constructive criticism, I’d really appreciate it!

[TW// body horror, bug gore?]

After all you’re just a vile insect.

Gregor spasmed again. Something in his gut twisted and squeezed before finally blooming as a swarm of jagged segmented limbs.

“Not much longer now—” He had been chanting that phrase in his head for what felt like hours, and even after those four words long lost their meaning.

He couldn’t remember the last time it had hurt this bad. Gregor tried yet again to stand but another muscle spasm along his spine caused him to seize up and collapse again. A distinct rippling beneath the skin of his back was his only warning before a familiar ripping sound announced the emergence of two tattered wings. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this it never hurt like this before. Having no other options, Gregor laid his head down and brought his knees to his chest. The years had taught him the best way to handle situations like these was to just sit still and wait. Sure it hurt but after some time the pain would stop…She would grow bored.

Having no way to tell the time, he might’ve dozed off a few times before he finally conjured up the strength to move. It wasn’t much but he was now slightly closer to his bed, maybe with a bit more effort he’d be able to climb up and sleep it all off. But he wasn’t offered such a luxury. Somehow during his transformation his fragile new limbs had caught in his skin and twisted, rendering them completely useless. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Gregor shifted until his unfamiliar legs were beneath him and tried to balance himself as they straightened but stumbled and was sent directly into the wall with a crunch that reverberated in his jaw. Leaning on the wall for support, he brought up a clawed hand to his mouth to asses the damage, luckily the only thing broken was his left mandible which he would have to shed anyways. Bracing himself, he slowly took a step forward, grimacing as a sharp pain shot up his leg. The restroom wasn’t far from his room but in this condition he might not even make it before his legs snapped and then he would be stranded in the hall until morning. But he could also stay. Just because the water helped him molt didn’t mean he needed it, he’d gone through several dry sheds during the war without any issue. Though he wasn’t around other soldiers who knew what it was like. The last time he’d molted without assistance was after the war, right in the middle of his own apartment, much to his landowner’s dismay and of course he was promptly evicted for ‘unsanitary behavior’ as if he could control it. He couldn’t let his fellow coworkers see him like this. They already singled him out enough, he could already imagine the things they’d say and how they’d look upon seeing him crawling around like a damn bug. Gregor slowly scooted his way to the door whilst stabilizing himself with the cold concrete wall. It wasn’t that much farther now…at least it wasn’t back when he could freely walk around. Mentally counting each step, he soon realized his right leg could bear a bit more weight than his left and made sure to adapt his walking pattern by leading with his right and simply closing the distance with the other.

The door was almost within reach now but he didn’t dare let go of the wall until he was almost hovering over the handle. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit relieved as he finally reached out and turned the knob, but the feeling was short lived. Analyzing the hallway he soon realized he’d have to walk over twice the distance he’d already covered to reach the bathroom. As if his triggered by his dread, a familiar cold shiver ran through his body, signaling another transformation was soon to come. Leaving only the tips of his fingers on the wall to brace himself, Gregor gradually picked up his pace, it wasn’t by much but it was certainly enough to irritate the already aching muscles in his legs. A vile twisting sensation settled just beneath the skin of his good arm, if he kept going at this pace then he wouldn’t make it before his impending metamorphosis. Releasing the wall with one good push, he lunged forward and broke into a haphazard sprint, braced for collision with the bathroom door. Just in time, he felt another series of muscle spasms travel down his spine and up his arm but came to a sudden halt as the door was forcefully swung open. Standing, looking up at their reflection in the mirror at this forsaken hour before being rudely interrupted was his manager.

Gregor opened his mouth to scream, to explain himself, to possibly even reintroduce himself in case Dante didn’t recognize him but the words caught in his throat and before he could get his thoughts together, a muffled cracking marked the beginning of yet another mutation.

—to be continued

[kiwipineappleparasol]

Even More Sonic AU Design scribbles ... (more like the characters all standing the exact same way) Notes Below:

Meropis is in the Sol Dimension in this AU -- considering how Prevalent the Ocean and Pirates and Royalty is there and all . Feels Fitting -- plus means there's More Characters in Blaze's World

Gave them all Shoes and Gloves as I think Sonic Characters look Odd without them . Changed Coral and Pearly's dresses for my Rules as well -- I ended up liking them Quite a bit . Not sure about Razor however . All three have Gils on different parts of their body -- mostly where it wouldn't look Cluttered and would be Clear .

Only Notable Change about Striker is that he's Shrimp Size . Meanwhile Echo got an Entire Overhaul to fit my No Full Outfit rules . Made her more Pink as well as Supposedly pink dolphins are a Thing.

I like the Open Jacket of Pre-reboot Sally's, but combined it with the Gloves and Shoes of Reboot Sally . Nicole went through the Millionth Design Tweak .

Combined elements of Vector's Boom and Riders design ... a bit Inspired by my Friend's Post as well

Cheese I made into a Hero Chao -- although perhaps he shouldn't be Evolved . I just feel a Hero Chao is much more befitting of Cream than a Neutral One.

Vanilla's cape thing -- which, By the Way, was a Pain to figure out, not sure if it looks Good even now -- has a Hood . In general I imagine her with more Mysterious Energy with some interest in ... the occult? For lack of a better term .

[lumilasi]

Lumi's Birthday week day 5

It's been a LONG time since I drew Claude (the yellow-black one, he's a fae like Ava) and Caelan (a sea serpent), and in fact I realized I haven't drawn Claude at all since making his modern look.

These two are Ava's second best friends after the aforementioned Yume, and Claude is also her co-worker, whereas Caelan is her boss' adoptive son. (they are also a couple.) They are helping her prepare for the evening party she's having for her birthday.

Anyway, two more days left on my idea list, though I may not be able to complete both this week.

[bugborgs]

yoinked from this post bc. yeah

[thesquishiee]

🧡MERMAID HEARTSTEEL SETT🧡

[rna-world]

sorry did I ever post this doodle. I'm posting it now

[norts-trolls]

BAH HOT DUDES FRESH OUT THE SHOWER JUMPSCARE

[accursedkaleeshi]

More about Qymaen's family!

TL:DR: Qymaen’s privkliin (first family) was an amalgamation of the eastern most kolkpravis tribes. His father was Chieftain Rokrarri the Eye, who dutifully had to deal with a lot of shit. A large percentage of his headaches came from Qymaen’s self-important mother Priving Aayantiz & HER self-important mother Bataan Valgor’yz.

dang its 1k words again. also his brother Iqarn in the last pic w grandma. not sure if I like the colors or if he should look more like Qymaen.

         Qymaen’s father was Chieftain Rokrarri the Eye (of God, of the Sun, of Wash (titles evolved from latter to former & are interchangeable depending on who is talking)), Snap-Kill, Protector of East Wash. The man had to put up with a lot of shit. The tribes east of the Wash (the area of the Ausez steppes where the monsoons would flood down from the north) would often marry off members of the others for better relations. But the de facto matriarch of the East Wash kolkpravis bid Rokrarri to marry her daughter & 3 prominent daughters from the other representative tribes, tying all the area tribes together for the first time in recent history. The kolkpravis had agreed to go off to space for a cheeky bit of war at the bidding of the Republic. Those that stayed home would need to play nice. The outsiders couldn’t keep up with all of their tribes anyway.

In an uncharacteristic display of progressiveness, the tribes were 50% on board with this. Especially after seeing what the Republic’s rifles could do. (“Ayo that stick say SNAP & thing all the way over there DIEDT!” Kaleeshi word for rifle just translates to “snap stick” for the loud crack they make firing). The other 50% ranged from disgruntled to fuck-you-guys-I’m-going-home. They thought of the rifle as cheating, a dishonorable weapon. Many even thought that it set a bad precedent to do the Republic’s bidding & others still claimed Kaleesh had no business off world. Real boomer hours.

Cheiftan Rokrarri not only had to put up with half his people being assholes about literally anything he did, he had to put up with the princess of the Wash. His wife thought she was the best thing to hit the steppes since her mother, & perhaps she was right. But gods, the ancestor’s did not grace her with the meaning of humility. Aayantiz the Blood-Feeder, Daughter of the Kolkpravis, Axe of the Eye. Her most relevant title was Goriausz, which meant “horse eater”, but it wasn’t a rare enough title in the area for her liking so she chooses to go by Blood-Feeder. She earned this title by killing so many Muja raider camps that everyone remarked how she was feeding the plains with their blood.

Aayantiz was a great warrior indeed, but an insufferable glory hound. She couldn’t stand to be anything else. Since she insisted she was in charge she would ordinarily be given the title of Head Wife, but she did not like this. Instead, she insisted on the title Priving, which was a role of the family or community’s main hunter. Still she did not let any of her other wives claim to be Head Wife. Her wives eventually learned it was easier to let Aayantiz think she was right than to argue. The 3 other wives just had to accept that part of their duties for the rest of their lives was Aayantiz Damage Control. This was especially hard on the other hunt wife, whom didn’t have the luxury of staying at home to escape. She could often be found staring listlessly off into the middle distance.

And then the kolkpravis returned victorious from the war with next to nothing to show for it. The matriarch, having dissolved her own throne, came to live with her prized daughter’s young family. Despite not being a rare occurrence, one or more aging parents moving in with their adult children does come with its stigmas. They are much like our stigmas. Only, in this case, the mother-in-law is a bitter, arrogant warlord who is better than you at everything you do to include killing people.

Bataan Valgor’yz Splinter-Spite, Bitth Cracker, Rujkha’an of East Wash. Her birth name was Valyor’yz but she proved to be so stunningly violent that people started to call her Valgor’yz, with “gor” meaning “to kill with intent to eat”. Now here she was sentenced to the worst fate to a warrior: becoming a doddering community elder with nothing better to do than post up on the porch & complain. And, lord, did she ever. Aayantiz became even more insufferable like a terrible backdraft had occurred. She & her mother were an unrelenting echo chamber that had a lot of the East Wash listening enthusiastically. The Republic were lying cowards. Outsiders bring nothing but trouble (except for their cool stuff which we will take). As if this was hard earned information when the western continent had warned them beforehand.

As it was almost immediately obvious that Qymaen was very smart, he had no chance at a regular childhood & not for lack of trying. His hearth mothers did their best, bless them. Father tried to keep Qymaen busy to discourage Aayantiz from making a spectacle of him at any given opportunity. The ravings of Granny Val, meant to warn about Kalee’s place in the larger galaxy, instead fostered an intense awareness of a bigger picture in Qymaen & with it a gnawing fear for the safety of his fellow kaleesh.

[bog-teeth]

coquette bugs 4 secret santa

[doodleduude]

[lumilasi]

Now that this series is finished, I decided I wanted to also post all of them at once, as they are meant to be viewed as more of a set.

My personal favorites are probably the first with Roman, the cafeteria one with her uncle and boss, and the second last with her bestie Yume.

In hindsight I probably should've kept the text style consistent, its just that my handwriting is pretty bad, so I tend to prefer only using it for very short sentences, but I also feel like the actual fonts sometimes don't look as 'nice' as something handwritten? So I ended up doing both here.

[coolgirlisonline]

all hair, no mantis (what if you make his hair... even longer!?)

[analogseeker]