Monster March - Drider Bard based off a Peacock Spider!
Might try and do a sketch for Monster March once or twice a week this Month. I’ll be taking beings out of the 5th edition Monster Manual because of course it has to be DnD related HAHA!
Cover i made for @monster-bait for her new book series “Wheel of The Year”, featuring my favorite spider monster x neurodivergent witch and some shibari with webs and smut ;) dear monsterfuckers you can pre order this book HERE
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Last of the theme pictures for Evolution and Enhancement!
The one way Pelargony could further improve herself is by becoming a cyborg, complete with a fully functional nano-factory to create whatever she pleases. Perhaps swarms of little spider droids to do her bidding.
Virtually all my art is ready and waiting to be printed as a mousepad,pillowcase, or large print! :D
But I will have to stop taking orders at 6pm CDT July 14th so that I have time to get everything properly formatted and submitted before my printing service’s sale ends (at 11:59pm CDT).
I’ve been making stories with my dear homie @spiritknightshiro for a couple months now and it’s been a dang TREAT. Had to dress the boys up in some new clothes for the occasion!
Twig is a succubus in the Monster Work Program and flirts with everyone in the office. Even if he doesn’t mean to lol. He just has a lot of questions that make people get flustered
A wealthy boy who got his money from being a clothing designer, he ends up spending some profit on his vices. He spiffy and promiscuous. Likes to go out for nights on the town and treat himself and friends. Playful dominant type, likes to tease and gently tie up his mates. Is packing a big one (which can be seen on Pixiv)
The great fae had a way with his powers over dreams. Had you any problem of the mind, whether it be an insecurity or depression, or even a deeply rooted pain, you could find him, and surely he would help you. He would weave you a dream, perhaps beautiful, perhaps terrifying; and within all the tools to heal yourself awaited.
He seldom asked for much in return, apart from your trust and patience. For therapy was an arduous and deeply internal thing.
But it had been many years since anyone had heard any mention of him. Many fae wondered where he had gone, and what he did with dream weaving powers.
Little did they know, that he no longer wove his dreams. He was seduced by a power much darker - corrupted by a greedy lust.
It was with fear and dread, that he spun his webs of nightmares.
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This is Latroneth. He fell in love with the Queen of the Night and once she had taken his mind, and filled his soul with figurative darkness, she gave him a more ‘fitting’ form. There is seemingly no good left in him, certainly no part of him that vaguely resembles his former self.
The Lord of Kaxeiko’s Driders, a being created by the archdemon of fetishes themselves to capture and transform as many victims as possible. Long ago, there was a deity namend Tsvsschenako. It was the mother of all spiders, a wise and gentle being. She showed the people of Masaupi, one of the twelve tribes of the world Dariya, how to produce silk and weave clothes, she made tents for them to stay warm in winter and cool in summer. Tsvsschenako had a priest amongst the Masaupi, Nah'ash'sheji, a young man, skilled in using the loom, preaching the ways of the spider mother and living in peace with the priests of the other Masaupi deities. However, soon people forgot what Tsvsschenako had done for them. They started disliking spiders, fearing them for their many legs and poisonous bite. Nah'ash'sheji tried to calm down the people, but it had no use. Their fear grew more and more until it turned into hatred and eventually, they burned Tsvsschenako’s shrine and chased away her priest. It was this day when the spider mother declared that not ever again a spider should help a human by any means. Tsvsschenako cared for her priest Nah'ash'sheji, gave him command over her children and treated him as one of them, as her first born son. One day, Nah'ash'sheji found a human in the wild forests of their country Elegunkeya, severely wounded for reasons unknown to the priest. He had mercy with the human, so he took him, washed his wounds in the clear water of the river Yukkhane and bandaged them with silken webs that he produced with his own spider powers. After this, he took the human to the needle rock of Tsveyi, where Tsvsschenako’s cave was, and presented the wounded human to his mother. However, despite being proud on her son for acting in an ethically correct way, the spider mother had to scold him for breaking her law, for he had helped a human illegally. As punishment, she banished Nah'ash'sheji from the spider tribe and declared a new law, that she will never show her face to a human again, neither speak with them, and if anyone enters her cave, all spiders would try to eat them. Nah'ash'sheji was sad about this verdict, naturally, but he accepted it and carried the human by foot and without resting to Elegunkeya’s capital Kwobeak, where, ironically, the human was scalped alive and then staked for being a serial killer right after Nah'ash'sheji left the town again. Now that the spider priest had done his last duty, he wanted nothing more than leave this world. So he proceeded to go back to Tsveyi Rock, for he wanted to enter the cave of the deity he once called mother so his siblings would eat him. But, after wandering for days and nights, he finally collapsed somewhere in the wilderness out of exhaustion. Hoping he would die soon, he closed his eyes and prayed. Then, a creature appeared before him. Though he was not sure it was a real creature, after all, he could just see a red glowing and some silhouette in it. The being watched him dying slowly, but whenever he was about to faint, the creature healed him just enough so he couldn’t die. After several days, Nah'ash'sheji got weary and so he asked the creature why they did this to him. And the creature answered: “I watched you live and I saw your actions, and I took a shine to your appearance soon, young man. So I have an offer to make to you. I will grant you one wish, but in exchange, I will take death from you, and not only death, but age, too, the very ability to change your body or mind into anything weaker of any kind.” Nah'ash'sheji couldn’t see the flaw in this offer. Getting a wish fulfilled AND being immortal? So he said: “I take your offer. Please, the spiders banished me, but I want to be one of them again.” “Say no more!”, hissed the strange being, disappearing in a flash of light, but shooting an eye-like symbol at him at first, and then, Nah'ash'sheji fainted. When Nah'ash'sheji opened his eyes and looked down to his body, his breath caught in horror. His human body was gone, leaving only a torso that seemed to be covered in… no, that seemed to be MADE of some shiny black substance. Glowing red patterns covered it and where his legs should be, there was a giant spider’s body, also completely made of the strange material and covered in red patterns. His body had become very muscular, too, and squeaked with every movement he made. The creature he had encountered in the forests had taken his wish literally and made him one of the spiders. The priest didn’t know if he should be frightened by this, or happy about it. After all, if he was no human anymore, he could return to Tsveyi Rock! But then again, they banished him. They punished him for being a good person. Which made him kind of sad. No, MAD. Oh, how much he hated all of them. That’s what you get when you follow your ethics. Nothing but hate. So shall it be, he would accept the hate he got from everyone in this mortal world and imbue his very personality with it. No! He couldn’t do this. It was wrong. But… there was this entity. Whispering words in his head. It felt so nice. His whole body felt so nice! The material he was made of now, so full of tension, so full of pressure, like it would explode any moment and at the same time suck itself tighter and tighter onto him. He enjoyed this new form and he enjoyed the thoughts that his creator gave him. He finally accepted what happened to him. And he would use his powers to create his own swarm of spiders, until they’d be strong enough to destroy humans AND Tsvsschenakos tribe! A black silhouette appeared, sitting on his spider body like on a horse. One arm of it stretched and hugged his chest, the other one went down to his crotch, where now there was a spider mouth with mandibles, but as the creature touched him there, a giant shaft shot out of it. The creature grabbed it with it’s slippery, tentacle-like arm and started rubbing it, making him even more mesmerized. “So, now that you really ARE a spider… I will now activate the “not being able to change body or mind ever again”-part.“ Nah'ash'sheji moaned and tentacles slipped out of his glans. The creature rubbed his shaft stronger and stimulated his nipples with it’s other arm whilst kissing his neck gently. Nah'ash'sheji’s demonic new body started to seep with slime, and soon, heat shot through him and he shot a thick beam of rubbery slime out of his shaft. "You’re hereby, according to our contract that you signed with your spoken words and with giving me your essence of life, locked and sealed in this form forever, no ability to age, no ability to ever die, no ability to go back to your old personality. Just as you wished it, right?” The creature licked his shaft clean and then disappeared. “Be a good servant to me and spread your curse! Let us cover the world in my dark and shiny tears!”
Back with another monster matchup! This one featuring a drider! I’m slowly working my way through these requests, hopefully by the end of the month I’ll be able to open them back up again! *Disclaimer: None of the pictures are mine, all credit goes to original artist!
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Altair is a drider with long blond hair and dark eyes, he stands at a little over 5’9 with long spindly legs and a black and gold body.
What drew him to you was the fact that you had treated others with such kindness, though often you were not treated as kindly. He sought to be your protector in a way, encouraging you to not to take that kind of treatment. It doesn’t always work though, it was rough the first couple of months getting to know each other. There were times you’d both end up frustrated as he felt you were being taken advantage of.
When spending time together, he’ll listen to you ramble about your favorite things, a smile crossing onto his features as he watches you with such fondness, and if you’ll allow him, he’ll run his fingers through your dark brunette hair, occasionally he’ll style it for you if given the opportunity.
More often than not, he says that he loves the color of your eyes, that they remind him of the first days of spring when everything is starting to bloom from sleeping all winter.
Altair enjoys reading, though he’ll listen to you sing from another room, he finds that when he’s listening to you singing he has to re-read the page he was on due to finding listening to you so intently that he had lost his focus on what he was doing.
On the flip side, he also knows that you will use him in your sketchbooks, he had stumbled across one or two of your drawings of him before and was shocked that you could find even someone like him good enough to be one of your drawings.
If you are writing about a villain in one of your books, he likes to pick them apart and ask you questions, it makes things fun for you as he challenges what makes the villain think the way they do. It gives you a different view into how the mind could operate under different circumstances, and oftentimes the villain ends up being one of the best characters in your story.
Despite not being the best at the romantic side of things because of the way he was raised, he tries his best to make sure you feel loved. He’ll bring you flowers just cause, buy you new notebooks to write in or leave you little poems that made him think of you. He tries, and that’s what counts. But he also can’t keep his hands off of you, he loves to give small affections throughout the day, whether it’s a tight hug or holding your hand.
Even if you are stubborn at times, Altair keeps calm and helps you understand his viewpoint as well, he doesn’t like to fight unnecessarily. He’s rather analytical and wants the best for you since he holds you so close to his heart.
A smile graced the drider’s features as he listened to you singing in the other room, a book was propped open on his lap, though he found that he had to keep re-reading the same sentence over and over again. He couldn’t focus when it came to your singing, he wanted to listen to you, eventually he gave up and placed the bookmark you had made him in it and shut the cover. Sipping at his tea, he closed his eyes and listened to the song, it was one of your favorites and while it wasn’t his at first, the more he listened to you singing it, the more it grew on him simply because he knew that it made you happy.
“Listening again?” You teased as you walked into the room after a few minutes, having caught the drider listening to you for the millionth time that week.
“Of course, it’s only natural that I want to listen to my partner singing.” He responded with a smile, opening his arms for you to cuddle up into which you did so happily. “You have a beautiful voice, who wouldn’t want to listen to you?”
“Do you even know what you were reading? I thought you were going to do that.” You responded, disregarding the previous question.
A laugh came from him as he shook his head. “I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t focus and would much rather listen to you…” You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling the heat creeping up onto your features as you snuggled back against him.
