Boy Do I Have Some Ideas Right Now

Misunderstood the anatomy of a drawing so bad I had to make a character about it

Peach Tea!

A 28-year-old human...cat...centaur...thing who lives sometime in the 23rd century on Earth. She likes the 1980s and fabrics and consequently neon-level bright colors, though ancient fashion generally wasn't made for hexapods so she's had to make a few personal changes. She's a tailor for people with unconventional body plans, whether they need more sleeves for extra limbs or can't fit into gloves or their torso isn't the right size or shape for a shirt.

Tea's 6'8"/178cm when bipedal (though usually isn't very comfortable standing/walking upright, mostly owing to her short limbs), 5'1"/155cm when in her default quadrupedal position, and about 2'6"/76cm at the shoulder when hexapodal. She's probably around 180lb/82kg? All of her feet are hands. The fingers of said hands aren't particularly suited to bending backwards, so she walks on her knuckles most of the time.

She looks sort of startled/uncomfortable here but her resting face is somewhere between the ones in the upper left and lower right. She's usually pretty content and laid-back, if moderately blunt.

Hive Awakening

so I wrote hive knight fanfiction

(Under the cut, it’s relatively short but I still like it enough to post, takes place post-Embrace the Void)

The Old Light... was fading.

My Queen.

She stood there at a kingdom’s heart, arms crossed in eternal rest. Stood, watching over her beloved Hive just as she had been since...

She had been there for far too long. Uncountable days, him staring up at her in wonder, him reporting whatever notable feat had been accomplished (of which there weren't many, the bees were tense and more restless than ever, though the stasis Hallownest has fallen into in recent times impacted even the ones who wished separation from it), holding one claw raised in a salute as if nothing had changed, him resting by her side and wondering when her dreamless sleep would end...

But the golden heresy seeping into the corners of his mind and vision had left him.

And his thoughts were only his own again, whispers of forgotten light gone now and forever, and he'd had to admit it. The Queen... Queen Vespa, the one he had waited to protect for so long, it was all for nothing, for she was dead. 

Some part of him knew. The same part that had already given up. But he wouldn't, not when he and his kin were dependent on her return. Not when there was a threat to their colony, a pale little wanderer bearing a silvered nail…

He hadn't heard from it in some time. It held no significance now.

With her unmoving form revealed a corpse, the Knight of the Hive couldn't bring himself to stay any longer. It'd be some form of torture, keeping the reminder of his failure fresh in his mind.

He needed to leave.

How could he? That would be the most selfish thing he'd ever done, leaving the Hive in disarray without their most skilled knight to figure out what in the Queen's name they were supposed to do now. He was her protector, though almost equally her second-hand. Every worker had their own part to play in keeping their Hive strong (though it was easy enough to hide from a citizen of Hallownest, it was obvious to those who shared his blood that his duty was not one of a drone), and the Hivelings were content with carrying out short tasks while the rank of a Soldier or Guardian called for their unwavering loyalty, defense for their weaker kin. The Hive Knight was Queen Vespa's closest thing to a diplomat. He wasn't occupied with anything other than the promise of cutting down any foe who'd dare to hurt their dear Queen, leaving him free to be granted the highest honor of the more important work, that which concerned Vespa herself.

The thought of him now being...possibly the most important living bee in the Hive by any standard at all was one that hurt almost physically, seemed to leave a pain in his thorax to wonder, considering what he had to lose.

The most important...

Queen Vespa could produce no more heirs, a fact that should go without saying as of her status. New adults were emerging slower than ever, and the number of eggs was gradually dwindling as more were raised to replace them.

A Queen, in her youth, is no different than a worker. A royal diet is all she needs.

If the Hive were to survive, a new queen must save them.

The Knight sat up. He offered one last, pained and prolonged goodbye to the Queen he'd been willing to lay down his life for.

It had been a while since he'd left her chamber. Longer than usual by...what must've been a few days, a few weeks even, he couldn't judge. The warmth and droning buzz of his sisters' wings comforted him, calmed his tumultuous mind. A Hiveling quickly accompanied him, brushing her soft setae against his own, smelling of honey and... and lacking something else.

The orange haze seemed to have lifted.

The radiant sickly-sweetness of Hallownest's blight no longer bombarded his senses upon his departure from the Heart of the Hive, leaving only traces of what once was.

He whispered a command to the Hiveling, who drew her antennae down in a brief nod, before taking off.

Perhaps the Hive would be alright without him.

Perhaps, he would wander. He would return to serve the new Queen, wouldn't he? The Knight's allegiance lasted longer than the reign of one ruler.

Perhaps Vespa was wrong, and the Hive would not be killed so quickly.

[Start ID. A three-circle venn diagram with Gabriel from Ultrakill, the Lonely Wizard from Inscryption, and the Hollow Knight from the game of the same name. Between Gabriel and Lonely is the text "guys will see a character with vague biology, say 'is anyone gonna buggify that' and not wait for an answer". Between Lonely and Hollow is the text "void beings placed in solitary confinement by a superior they admired with the intention of keeping them there forever". Between Hollow and Gabriel is the text "existed only to be a tool for their god. just wants to be perfect. never allowed to be a person". In the center between all three is just the word "trauma". End ID

having Thoughts

I feel like I was supposed to post this earlier but I have an ArtFight

Bee/Wasp appreciation post

[Start ID. A digital drawing of the Slugcat from Rain World. It sits holding a spear tipped in orange blood, the source of which are the two severed pods and body of an Eggbug that lay scattered around it. A batnip plant grows behind it, though the rest of the background is blank, replaced by a transparent pale halo behind the Slugcat. End ID]

Little guy :]

(No spoilers, please! I'm very early into the game and have been attempting to play it as blind as possible.)

Just as a note: while it's pretty straightforward on its own, here's more detail on how to navigate my tags (as I've prioritized them mostly for my own use).

-"Peridots-Art" vs "Not My Art": There's always one or the other. Peridots-Art is... pretty obvious (includes digital art, pixel art, written work, etc.) and Not My Art usually refers to reblogs or me just talking about a random subject.

-World Tags: Pretty much always on anything with the Art tag. Can either be a fandom (Bug Fables and Hollow Knight, or WoF for Wings of Fire), or one of my personal worlds (Tonpterus, Mostly Mollusk).

-Character Category: Most posts with the Art tag will either be labeled "Canon", referring to a canon character from a fandom, or "Character", referring to my own characters--whether completely original or a fan-character.

-Specific Characters: Canon characters will have the respective fandom after their name, not always stylized the same as the fandom's tag (e.g. Quirrel HK). Characters of my own creation will only be referred to with their name, regardless of whether they belong to a specific original universe or not.

-Creature Category: Unlike the above three tags, this doesn't always pertain to art. They describe the (currently, only three) categories of species/characters in the post: Humans, Dragons or Bugs. That's all

From: @nixtetic

To: @peridots-pixiwolf