Time for my monthly Reminding My Friends That Spiders* Have Paws
*spiders who weave webs primarily (instead of actively hunting like tarantulas or jumping spiders) do not have paws unfortunately
a redraw of a scene from Niel Cicierega's comic, Ariel Needs Legs. the human characters have been replaced with an anthro wasp and earwig. Panel 1: Wasp with some alarm says, "One hundred legs." Panel 2: Earwig, while lighting his pipe, says, "Ninety-nine vagánias." Panel 3: Silent panel showing the wasp with a surprised yet thoughtful face. His pupils have dilated somewhat. Panel 4: Wasp runs out of the room while Earwig smokes and sinks into this thoughts. Wasp says, "Okay thanks" which is cut off by Earwig saying, "Maybe more." Wasp says again, "Okay thanks Wigsby." Earwig says to himself, "Imagine."
when u... when... centipede
[ #flameshadowart ]
digital sketch of an anthro centipede sitting comfortably on the floor with one leg crossed over the other. they're wearing a loose, knitted sweater and plain pants. their tail is long, has a pair of legs on each segment, and curves around to become the foreground. there's a vague ant-like character, much smaller than the centipede, who stands nearby. the centipede says "sup" to the ant
anthro centipede mama wearing a light blue summer dress and carrying a purse on one shoulder. she looks tired as she holds a wailing centipede baby. many other babies crawl around on her back or are clustered under her tail, held by the curl and legs
a simple sketch of an anthro centipede with a long neck and tail. they're posed dynamically as if for a camera. they're wearing star shaped sunglasses and there are some stars drawn around their body for style
a collection of rough sketches of anthro centipedes. the first is a long-bodied taur-adjacent design - there are two pairs human-ish arms while the rest of the limbs are centipede, and the character stands on all of those while holding the front of their body upright. the next is a bust of a centipede hunched over and fiddling with one of their antennae nervously. the next sketch is a fat centipede with a short, thick neck and sturdy torso and limbs. the final sketch is a centipede built similarly to the previous but with breasts; they also have a longer middle finger on the hand they have raised as part of their haughty laugh posture.
anthro centipede sketches from yesterday
[ #flameshadowart | tropical, soil, and stone centipedes were referenced ]
Herrah spent the last day of her life with her daughter. It was the only thing that made sense. Hornet would have to spend the rest of her life without her mother to support her, so she wanted to depart with fond memories for Hornet to keep. Herrah at least hoped she would remember them. Her daughter was five years old, and Herrah thought that was plenty old enough to have active memories. She opted to take Hornet to do everything she wanted for the day—an adventure of sorts. Hornet, being the energetic child she was, had plenty of ideas in mind: an amusement park near the City of Tears (that would be soon closing down due to being understaffed because of the Infection), ice cream in the City afterward, then off to her favorite park in Greenpath. By the time they had reached the park, Herrah was exhausted, but she figured that was probably for the best. She would be sleeping forever soon, after all, and though she would be sedated, she was certain being tired would help. But she didn’t want to sleep. Not yet. She didn’t want to sleep at all, really, but she knew it was necessary. Or at least that it was supposed to be necessary. Regardless, she had no real choice in the matter, and she wanted to be fully conscious to enjoy her last day with her daughter.
Herrah the Beast is probably one of my favorite characters in gaming despite her story being somewhat elusive, so I'm working on a fun little side project about her: Stasis!
archiveofourown.org/works/466769...
Atla’s life thus far had been nothing but Silk and hemolymph. She had a body, a mind, both adept and nimble, yet they were only used to serve Her. Her tarsals’ only purpose was to pluck songs on the Harps, her voice to sing praises to Her, her body to enact Her will. Atla was, as far as she was concerned, simultaneously a person and a tool. She didn’t remember existing before Her, but there was a nagging feeling, deep within her shell, that she once wasn’t Atla, that she scavenged the earth’s underbelly for food, weaving webs to ensnare her victims. She simply had told her that she had an overactive imagination, a blessing of being Her divine daughter gone too far. But Atla knew there was more to the story. The story didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was Her will, Her power, Her reach, and the song that perpetuated it.
She Called Us Divine: A Pre-Silksong Fanfic, Ch 1: Atla: An Unauthorized Song
"Pharloom’s holy daughters simply want to be free…but in their efforts toward autonomy, they weave a silken prison none can escape."
#silksong #fanfic
archiveofourown.org/works/814763...
I love how we've canonically seen Naked Hornet in Silksong and she's essentially a stick figure and yet the Porn Artists TM are still out here giving her childbearing hips and big ol bahonkadoodledoos
Why do Weavers go BLEEEEAAAAARGH
Halfway done with the next chapter!
An older print now, but here's one of my informational illustrated prints i did a while ago. Im kinda tempted to redo and redraw it, but i still like it.
kamilaskopinskashop.etsy.com
#illustration #bugsky #etsy #cordyceps #entomology
A no kings sign featuring my pet spiders eating a grub that looks like donald trump
HEY does anyone have any suggestions on a design / idea for an Anti War or No Kings protest sign incorporating insects or spiders (in a positive, anti fascist light)
i like doing metaphorical political art on my signs , this was my first one!
A photo of a large brown spider resting on some grey concrete. The spider has dark brown and light brown patterns all over its body and has legs with dark and light brown stripes on them.
A very pretty spider I saw today.
Zoropsis spinimana aka the Mediterranean spiny false wolf spider.
This species also happens to be my favourite spider species :)
#entomology #zoology #arachnid #spider #bug
thread raker silksong, a millipede of some sort
life size plush of the pokemon furret, which appears to be the same size as a human
the same furret plush on a nice picnic with a human
please see my vision
watching people have a silksong ""hear me out"" is so tame . yeah bro we all want to fuck karmelita thats some rookie shit. dont come to me unless youre at least ready to beat your shit to huntress or twelfth architect
She had to show her new ass in action
Here's another one of my illustrations, its a common garden orb weaver :)
A sketch reference sheet of Emperor, Quilbug's bug-monster persona. The creature is a mix of multiple insects. Is has the fuzz and green, red and yellow colouration of a pellucid hawkmoth. Its posture, mouth parts and the way its wings fold over its abdomen is that of a mantis, but the wings are transparent like a crickets. All its hands and feet are the same, with fuzzy 'palms' like a tarantula where four prehensile claws jut out of. The reference shows Emperor in a neutral pose, a closeup of its hands, and a closeup of its open mouth parts.
Meet Emperor (It/Its)
The monster creature version of my sona bug :D
I've had its concept in my mind for years now and never got its design right after SO many frustrating trials,,, UNTIL NOW!! HAHAHAHA!!!
🎨 #bugart #persona #emperor
Bee Yourself
Carpenter bee presenting the bird's nest she built
Weretober Day 17: Carpenter Bee
Ta-da!
#Weretober #Weretober2025
Commission for @ninyanub.bsky.social ! These are from their original moth species! Were very cool to draw!
Skarrsinger
#hkart #hollowknight #hollowknightfanart #silksong #silksongfanart
First Sinner in dress
#silksong
The latest novel in this entirely original science-fiction series features a human-size mantis shrimp as an "uplifted" species. It's ambitious and fantastic, says sci-fi columnist Emily H. Wilson
Art of me by @cassartsstudio.bsky.social đź–¤
Atla’s life thus far had been nothing but Silk and hemolymph. She had a body, a mind, both adept and nimble, yet they were only used to serve Her. Her tarsals’ only purpose was to pluck songs on the Harps, her voice to sing praises to Her, her body to enact Her will. Atla was, as far as she was concerned, simultaneously a person and a tool. She didn’t remember existing before Her, but there was a nagging feeling, deep within her shell, that she once wasn’t Atla, that she scavenged the earth’s underbelly for food, weaving webs to ensnare her victims. She simply had told her that she had an overactive imagination, a blessing of being Her divine daughter gone too far. But Atla knew there was more to the story. The story didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was Her will, Her power, Her reach, and the song that perpetuated it.
She Called Us Divine: A Pre-Silksong Fanfic, Ch 1: Atla: An Unauthorized Song
"Pharloom’s holy daughters simply want to be free…but in their efforts toward autonomy, they weave a silken prison none can escape."
#silksong #fanfic
archiveofourown.org/works/814763...
Spinarak
The game industry’s obsession with graphics is so funny because every other year there will be some breakout hit called “Stick Figure Mansion” or some shit that outsells 90% of the market and runs on a toaster
Vtja, drawn in the style of Hollow Knight as a common rose moth
Vtja is bugs! a common rose moth, to be specific, and she's still the prettiest girl in the world
gorgeous art by @frogtax.bsky.social
