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Crispy Parsnips
@crispyparsnips.bsky.social
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The infimum of many evils. A barbigerous illustrator, OC-hoarder, mathematician, shiny-peddler and rambler. Hopes he can help you smile more.
https://www.crispyparsnips.com
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It was always a bit of a tense moment for Jacques, but it just was by far the best hot chocolate you could find.

#gouache
Painting of a bee and a salamander sitting on a log drinking hot beverages in an autumnal setting.
November 26, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
And where there's Beau, there's a Nix. They make look quiet and stoic, but that mostly hides a very loud love for explosives and an even louder hatred for their cousin Félix
OC art of a character named Nix, surounded by little cartoony-bombs. Text in the background are lyrics from Stray Kids' "Chk chk Boom": "Vamos I know that you want it. Lobos, we cannot stop hunting. Ratatata I'mma make it" with further in the background in big letters "BOOM"
November 25, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
Been a while since I drew my lil gay hobgobs Ragh and Parsley, so here they are. Parsley is very normal about Ragh's tumby.
A coloured drawing of Ragh (left) who has his shirt riding up and Parsley (right) who is thinking about biting him (affectionate).
November 22, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Another little throwback to m'old style challenges and to my childhood playing Fighting Fantasy books. Here we have @justmissart.bsky.social's tiefling twosome Briar & Rose (and Cat, of course) tasting a tipple or two down in some smoky basement. Would you join them?
An ink-and-pen styled image, akin to old fantasy illustrations, of two tieflings around a table in a wine cellar. Briar turns around in her chair to grin devilishly at you, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Rose stands between the table and a large wooden vat, leaning on the former whilst smiling curiously your way. Smoke spirals down the staircase from a doorway above, wisping around the room and past the stoic-looking cat lying atop a wine rack.
July 10, 2025 at 7:01 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
My quaint fantasy world of Avonvale has just been quietly simmering in the back of my mind for a while. So when I started making newsletter comics it seemed right to give it a whimsical little outlet. Anywho, here's Mira having a perfectly sensible time.
A four-panel comic strip. In the first panel we see Mira, a small bandana-clad girl, standing proud at the bow of a small row-boat splashing through the calm waters of the ocean. Behind her Zig, a rope-golem, dutifully rows. SPLOOSH! All of a sudden a giant purple, tentacled beast erupts from the water! Mira and Zig leap in shock! But Mira has a plan! Abandon ship! She leaps over the opposite edge of the boat, pointing authoritatively as Zig leans forward to stop her. We then cut to reality where a very muddy Mira leaps from a high-hanging flower pot down into the arms of her surprised dad Pero. Zig, still in the flower pot, reaches down in an attempt to grab her, their other hand holding onto a wooden spoon.
November 18, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
Sometimes you just gotta doodle your friend's OC getting terrorised by your own OC, it happens to the best of us.
But tbf, it's everything that @crossroadart.bsky.social's Theo deserves.
November 18, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
Lights are on,
And to be fair, someone is home, but they’re playing the hamster dance really loudly and can’t hear you.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
When people look up the word ‘himbo’ there’ll be a picture of this man, or something like him; whether or not the small antlers protruding from his shaven side and soft deer ears exclude him is your call, but in every other sense he fulfils the definition. Observe the way he sits, legs totally unpoised, one folded before him, the other behind, with his arms propping him up. This man is no threat, his beef cake physique might suggest the potential but with that body language, in nothing but gym shorts and socks, the thought of pouncing upon anyone has not crossed his mind, indeed not much has crossed his mind at all. Who knows what he is blushing up at to his right, with doughy eyes, a goofy smile and a vaguely crimped brow (because after all he’s always a little confused); some lovely being or perhaps a lot of good food? Whatever it is, he's interpreting it in soft feelings and warm colours since syllables are a little out of range. Indeed somewhere behind his giant tits there beats a heart of gold, Behind that stray hair falling over his forehead sits a nice spaciousness cranium, And the packaging speaks for itself. Very much the epitome of the deerbros I draw.
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 PM
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emiliusdraws.bsky.social
#3157 A helpful tutorial
A digital drawing of one of those drawing tutorials that says 'don't do this, do this.' The drawing is of an almost naked middle-aged man doing a flying kick. The 'Don't do this' one has a bunch of areas circled and a cross under it. The 'Do this' one is exactly the same but without the circles and a tick instead of a cross. The text reads 'Needlessly adding red circles will ruin your art' and a smaller bit of text at the bottom reads 'Bonus tip! Add a tick under all your art so people think you did it right.'
November 17, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
He has no idea how much he is startling the bird watchers.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
This man is disgustingly pretty. Alarmingly even. What with the sharp jaw line and shoulders length the hair falling about the lines of his neck before his muscular shoulders. No one would blame you for being so startled by his very fey countenance that you resolved to hit him with your car; in fact you wouldn't be the first. It's not that he’s a bad man, he’s just not a very clever one, and hasn’t ever clocked that it's not that his antlers are making people assume he’s some roe buck, and thus startling them into a defensive reaction, but more the fact that he is neighked (forgive the spelling) and only confusing matters with his statuesque physique. When people give a police report on the adonis wondering through the woods, they won't even think to mention the doe ears, they never noticed them. Along side finding some clothes that do more for modesty that whatever that sarong is that he is currently tying around his waist, he might consider that when he looks through his brow at people with those come hither eyes, over that slightly rugged crook in his nose, he’s prompting a certain fight or flight response, and asking to eat a windscreen. Again.
November 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Catching up posting old newsletter comics, here's Mal being characteristically compliant with external instruction.
The sun peeks through the curtain of a blue-purple bedroom, it's blue-haired, pink-pajama'd occupant Malakhi gurgling in bed as it shines directly onto his face. CRASH! BANG! SMASH! Other such onomatopoeia are heard outside the room as Malakhi reluctantly begins to struggle upright. "Well, Emm's awake. Guess I'd better get up..." he relents. On his bedside table his phone begins to shine and vibrate. Beep. Beep. Beep. A now very animate and angry Malakhi leans over the phone, eyes-wide with rage, and shouts at it 'SHUT UP!'. As Mal turns back to being wrapped deeper in his quilt, we hear the burbling 'BLLP BLLP' of his phone half-submerged in a glass of water.
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Tis the season to be spooky and such. So here's Jay getting a little decadent with it.
In a dark, red-tinted room, Jay in antiquated garb leans back in a wing-back chair silhouetted against a roaring fire. Decanting a glass of wine he looks up at the viewer, smiling laconically. Jay: Oh, hello. Care to partake in some wine? It is rather a... full-bodied vintage. In the following panel Jay rears up to us, wine glass in hand, mouth agape to show vampiric incisors. They stare down at us, cackling menacingly. Jay: Which is more than can be said about where it came from! Muhahahaha! Snap back to reality, Jay's boyfriend Kay walks in and picks up the decanter, looking at it incredulously, somewhat undercutting Jay's intended spooky tone. Kay: You don't like wine. Jay: Uh-huh~ It's not wine, it's blood. Kay: ...What kind? Jay: Blackcurrant.
October 31, 2025 at 3:43 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
It has been drop-kicked to my attention (thanks @crossroadart.bsky.social) that art is better posted here one image at a time thereby allowing people to, you know, actually see it. So here's Kay once again pondering his life choices in the style of Norman Rockwell.
A digitally-painted study of a Norman Rockwell piece. In a pale yellow room, standing atop mottled green rug around brown wood furniture and floorboards stands Kay. He wears a red tartan shirt tucked into crumpled blue jeans, turned up over white socks and brown loafers. This contrasts with the soft, shimmering fabric of the layered, ruffled ball gown he holds up to his body, staring at his reflection in a full-length mirror. We see his face in the reflection, a conflicted look of longing lingers on it.
October 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
More Regular Man Mega Starmie
Pokemon is so silly sometimes
October 21, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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kateammann.bsky.social
Happy Ace Week! 🖤🩶🤍💜
October 19, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
It's Regular Man Mega Starmie!
He's just a regular man, with a normal job, a kid and a dog. So normal.
It's 4 little pictures of Regular Man Mega Starmie, one with him carrying a briefcase, another of him petting a fidough, the third is him doing overtime at the normal human company he works at, and the 4th is Regular Man Mega Starmie trying to catch his baby Staryu
October 18, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
Beau hits the field with colour and enthusiasm! As they approach everything in life. The only thing they're missing is their bestie Nix, and then life is right. 🌈
A drawing of Beau (they/them), one of the Fatal Flaw crew. Beau is surrounded by various stickers of themself in chibi style, and a bright background of orange, red, yellow and a rainbow DDR style dance course. The words "Perfect Combo!" and "WOW FANTASTIC BABY~" are also in the background
October 17, 2025 at 5:56 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Was commissioned to draw @darksunrebel.bsky.social's happy dwarf-dad Badruk for an Odyssey campaign. Things, it seems, took a turn.
On a warm, sunlit afternoon in an ancient Greek-styled city, a stout dwarven craftsman Badruk leans upon an anvil with a hammer. His braided beard winds between golden rings and cascades over a rune-embossed leather apron, holding a variety of tools and bags. A collapsible, bronze shield leans against the anvil reflecting the roaring fire from the furnace behind. Behind that a market place bustles with activity, covering the steps leading into a grand column-adorned stone temple. Amidst the smoke-filled ruins of an ancient Greek-styled city, a stout dwarven Barbarian rages wildly toward the viewer. Bare-chested with tattered leather skirt and cuffs, he steps forward, arms pinned back as if ready to lunge. Around him lie the crumbling rock and splintered wood of a broken blacksmith's forge and market square. Behind all this crumbles the roof and columns of a great stone temple, enshrouded in plumes of smoke matching the tumultuously orange sky.
October 17, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Sometimes a master study perfectly intertwines with your ongoing OC obsession. So here's Norman Rockwell enabling me by giving a young Kay some formative experiences. You'll get there, bud.
A digitally-painted study of a Norman Rockwell piece. In a pale yellow room, standing atop mottled green rug around brown wood furniture and floorboards stands Kay. He wears a red tartan shirt tucked into crumpled blue jeans, turned up over white socks and brown loafers. This contrasts with the soft, shimmering fabric of the layered, ruffled ball gown he holds up to his body, staring at his reflection in a full-length mirror. We see his face in the reflection, a conflicted look of longing lingers on it. A side-by-side comparison between the original Norman Rockwell painting and the study. In the original a young lady stands in the place of Kay.
October 2, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Sometimes I have ideas for what ought to be simple comics that inexplicably get a little too big for their abstract britches. So this time I though 'Why not experiment with making an animatic out of it?' Several reasons, it transpires, but here it is! www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Qr2...
Mother's Day ~ An Outliers Animatic
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October 11, 2025 at 12:23 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Sometimes I have ideas for what ought to be simple comics that inexplicably get a little too big for their abstract britches. So this time I though 'Why not experiment with making an animatic out of it?' Several reasons, it transpires, but here it is! www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Qr2...
Mother's Day ~ An Outliers Animatic
YouTube video by Crispy Parsnips
www.youtube.com
October 11, 2025 at 12:23 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
The second instalment of my not-a-newsletter Parsnip Supplement saw us diving into the generally unfulfilling life-story of Beth, the half-orc (and half-elf, if you cared). Thus a plethora of doodles and a singula of painting were hurriedly scribbled as accompaniment.
A rough digital painting of Beth, half-elf, half-orc. Superimposed on a fiery orange background, presumably of a steaming forge, Beth looks over her shoulder with her bright blue eyes and a look of quiet intrigue. Her tied red dreadlocks contrast with her pale green skin clad with a pale fraying shirt and the straps of a leather apron. Brown-tinted doodles of Beth. In the top-left Beth and ChibiNetherlands' dragonborn character Misha bounce along in fantasy armour in a silly dance, repeating the chant ‘Don’t be suspicious. Don’t be suspicious’. To their right sits a Jamie Hewlett-styled Beth sitting grumpily on a box staring at and holding up a manic-eyed torch-bound Flameo. Beneath them is a scribbly, grumpy doodle of Beth staring into the middle distance. Below that sit Beth, a sleepy Flameo and a small goblin Pal, engaging in a short chat. Beth asks them a question as Pal scratches their chin in thought. To the left of them we see a doodle of Beth suited up in shirt, waistcoat and tie, beneath a fedora and staring inquisitively toward the viewer through sunglasses. A small, scrungly cartoon goblin clings onto and bites her shoulder. A variety of brown-tinted doodles of Beth on her Citadel of Chaos adventure, decked out in apron and chain-mail sandals, holding her blacksmith hammer and lantern containing Flameo. On the top left Beth faces nonchalantly behind her, as Flameo gasps noticing that she’s about to step into a giant hole in the floor. To the right, Beth grasps a wine glass by the base and tips it up over her, cascading the wine within into her wide-open mouth. To the right of this Beth clutches her hammer with both hands as she sings a lullaby for a giant, whose murderous intent has been thrown off-guard by this sweet gesture. Below the giant are doodles of Beth and Flameo holding up middle fingers and blowing raspberries. Below that we see Beth, holding out Flameo and a loaf of bread, wander concerned into a room containing a box of toys and three baby orcs piled up mid-play fight. Above them Beth stands barely lit in a pitch-black room assailed by a ghastly face. To the left of them Beth finished her night-time free-fall by landing face-first in a patch of grass. A brown-tinted nighttime doodle of four characters around a roaring campfire. On the left Beth, decked in plate armour, attempts to roast some melting marshmallows on a stick. She is perturbed by the elbow of the floating elf Quill, belonging to DarkSunRebel, resting on her head. He lounges in the air with a big smile stretched beneath his cursed tiara. Also staring up at him is ChibiNetherlands' dragonborn Misha, unimpressed, clutching onto a steaming-hot backed potato. Beneath her lies KiroSveta's halfling Melaina sprawled across the floor, looking away from Quill whilst stifling a giggle.
October 7, 2025 at 3:31 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Someone once said, in a vaguely aggravated manner, that Stoic seems to be able to pull off any style. So as the weather takes a turn for the Autumnal, he thought he'd remind you of his Summer look.
Stoic, a monochrome man with a Moai-esque stone mask, stares forward through a large pair of bright pink, butterfly wing-shaped sunglasses. He is superimposed on a background of blue/green/yellow decorated with pink, scattered blossoms. You know, for effect.
October 4, 2025 at 4:39 PM
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noahhawthorne.bsky.social
One of the goals we hit on the Kickstarter was a hardback, and @crossroadart.bsky.social has been working on the cover.
These fellas are not the main focus, surrounded by details, but boy are they handsome.

Only 26 days until release!

neshamapublishing.com/noah-hawthor...
An illustration by Crossroad Art of Cornelius Sawyer and Watt Johnson. Cornelius, a man with dark hair and glasses, stares up at his companion with a joint dangling from his lips. Watt stares down at him, an awestruck look on his face. He has light hair, a little longer than his companions.
October 2, 2025 at 7:15 PM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Sometimes a master study perfectly intertwines with your ongoing OC obsession. So here's Norman Rockwell enabling me by giving a young Kay some formative experiences. You'll get there, bud.
A digitally-painted study of a Norman Rockwell piece. In a pale yellow room, standing atop mottled green rug around brown wood furniture and floorboards stands Kay. He wears a red tartan shirt tucked into crumpled blue jeans, turned up over white socks and brown loafers. This contrasts with the soft, shimmering fabric of the layered, ruffled ball gown he holds up to his body, staring at his reflection in a full-length mirror. We see his face in the reflection, a conflicted look of longing lingers on it. A side-by-side comparison between the original Norman Rockwell painting and the study. In the original a young lady stands in the place of Kay.
October 2, 2025 at 8:33 AM
crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Another not-a-newsletter newsletter Outliers comic, this time exploring how Jay & Kay deal with a rough patch in their relationship. Perfectly sensibly, of course. Mal fully understands.
On a rainy evening an almost entirely dressing gown-clad young man Malakhi, not long roused from sleep, opens his front door. There, much to his concern, he finds his childhood friend Kay standing in the rain, carrying bags in either hand. Kay: Hey bud. Jay and I had a, uh, tiff. Mal: Oh. Fuck. Kay: You got room to crash? Mal: Sure mate, any time, you know that. Kay: Cheers. Kay walks into the house as Mal turns and gestures for him to enter. Before he can close the door however, the aforementioned Jay stumbles through carrying an ill-assorted gaggle of bags and cases. Malakhi is taken aback by their presence, let alone their rather chipper welcome. Jay: Thanks Mal! You're a solid. We cut forward to Malakhi in bed, laying wide-awake beside the cuddling couple who Mal had very much assumed were going through a rough patch. As the two of them snooze in each other's arms Mal stares at them, very confused as to what they needed him for in this equation.
September 26, 2025 at 5:21 PM