#Asa the Scrafty

[spudmans-art]

--Asa bein a Big ol Sweetie--

Just a little gift for one of my favorite artists and Best Friend @niquixarts @ask-nacrenetreasurehunters of The Daughter of Victory and Merick’s Best Sibling

[ask-nacrenetreasurehunters]

“L-Look uh, Beckaroo. I didn't mean to be so. Um. Well, fashionably late.” She laughed, though Beck's silence made her wince. This was alleviated when Beck rolled her eyes. The giantess did not have the patience for her carefree jokes at this time. Thus;

“Ow! Asshole!” Asa winced as the magic disappeared around her tail. Beck had a smug look on her face. “You're lucky teleportation is an option in my book, because if it wasn't and you came another hour late well...You know what I did the last time hun~” The gardevoir hybrid gave a teasing coo as she spoke, though it was clear she was still a bit angry at her friend.

Asa grumbled.“Yeah-yeah. You had a temper tantrum and-”

Beck’s glare made Asa realize that was not the best choice for a response and quickly backpedalled. “Damn. It's a joke. Geeze.” The scrafty hissed as she got up, dusting the grass off her pants and hair.

Mariposa, who was standing at a distance behind Beck, clenching her folder as she looked at her watch and stepped forward to the two hybrids.

“G-Guys I don’t want to seem rude with all this but-” The assistant held out a watch as Beck’s eyes fixated on it.

“It's that late already?!” The giantess hissed out as she pulled her associates towards her using magic.

“Ow! Can someone at least fill me in on what we're baggin’ tonight or am i just gonna be flung in another goddamn hole with something to sniff out?!” The scrafty recomposed herself after being pulled in abruptly.

“We're going to the desert. Our competition is setting up camp there. I want to find out what the hell is out there,” The curator paused briefly before giving a confident smile. “And if they have leads on any new treasure I can add to my collection~”

Asa rolled her eyes at Beck's greed. Must just be a ghost thing, or maybe how she was raised around this kind of rush. Regardless, there was no room to argue or anything. The three women disappeared into one of Beck’s teleportation spells, leaving no trace they were in the cave but some faint trails of magic.

[leilani-and-kass]

Do Asa from ask-nacrenetreasurehunters

Asa from @ask-nacrenetreasurehunters has been nominated by @askbohemiancompany

(also threw in Bacon for the hell of it)

this should have gone up days ago, but i forgot how to color in the process of working on this and had to start over i don’t even know how many times before i was happy with it. and hey, it’s a better attempt at drawing fanart of Asa than last time, so yay improvement!!

also, i have no idea how big bacon is compared to asa, so sorry if i’m a bit off the size difference there.

Naturally, I’m still taking these fanart submissions. You all know the drill. Just send me a blog and/or muse you would like to see me draw fanart of, and I will. Could be a blog or muse you really like, could be a blog you feel deserves more attention, it doesn’t matter. Only rule is, you can’t nominate yourself. Just note that it may be awhile before I get to them, because for the most part, I tend to draw these as a bit of a break between my larger updates.

[niquixredriver]

I like this design alot better djhxnmv

[niquixarts]

...is it bad that i like asa in leather jacket n pants?

[robodoggo--409]

@usualhappascrafty

Raine found some snickers for Asa to munch on later if she gets hungry again.

She also may or may not like this form a lot along with her usual one.

[occasional-wott-bros]

✍

Guess who realized near-completion that some of the colors were wrong???

it was me

[theorangelopunny]

HIGH FIVE MY DUDE *Asa raises her hand*

“...!!!” Blayz jumped as he heard someone shout to give him a High-five. He quickly turned around to see... an orange and red lizard of some sort? Well, No bigger. A High Five isnt bad right?He quickly slapped hands with the Lizard and smiled.“Aheheh! Hello there!” he said as he took a bow.“I’m Blayz, who might you be...?”

[occasional-dapperkyu]

Rrrrrr00000000000000000000000000 *Asa vibrates*

Two dorks screaming into the depths of hell.

[askbohemiancompany]

A Profile On Beck Bejmajick

Niquix Art Trade Interview With the Curator

“Thank you so much for sitting down with me Ms. Bejme...Bej-”

“It’s Bejmajick. Bej-ma-jick.”

“Thank you for clarifying.”

This was not a normal day for museum curator and explorer Rebecca Bejmajick. She was giving an interview for the Unovan-Sol, a publication that focused on up and coming Pokemon entrepreneurs that were making an impact on society for pokemon living in human dominated cities.

Sitting in a cozy chair eye to eye with her was Yeroc Bleumire. Despite being a wigglytuff, he had a reputation as a stern journalist who was good at getting people to open up, including in ways that would get them to admit some truths they would not admit otherwise. The fairy type barely flinched at how massive his subject was in front of him. His one regret was not getting the pronunciation of her last name right.

If hybrid had to be honest to this pink rabbit talking across from her, she would tell him that she was busy and he could take his questions elsewhere. Except Beck could not do that. The publisher paid her a lot of money in order to do this interview. Not to mention she had sources there that could let her know of any potential treasures to add to her ‘collection’. The PR it would give also helps gain more attention for her.

“Before we begin I want to thank you for sitting with me today to do this interview.” Yeroc said adjusting his glasses before pulling out a pen and paper.

“I figured I would make it worth your wild. Let’s get this over with. I have work to do.” Beck rested her head on her left arm and gave him a neutral look.

“Fair enough.” Flipping to the first page, Yeroc prepared his pen to write his first question. “I’ll start with an easy one. What got you into artifact hunting and curation?”

That was surprising. Usually the first question was about her background, her family life, all of the softball level questions. What version of the story should she give this guy?

“Well that actually stemmed from my background with my parents.” She straightened herself from her slouched position and positioned her arms as if to display herself. “As you can see, I’m a hybrid of a gardevoir and gengar. Both species with connections to the supernatural. So I grew up around magic.” The gardevoir sighed as she had to come up with a convincing lie about her parents on the spot. “They were eccentric and honestly a bit embarrassing in hindsight, but I still give them all the credit in the world for leading me down the path I have.”

Writing as swift as the wind, Yeroc jotted down what was relayed to him before moving on. “Did they come from a position of wealth or were they wild mons?”

Implying that she came from money was offensive to Beck. “If you are to imply that I got some sort of payout from my parents you are wrong. All of the wealth I have amassed was through the hard work with my team.”

“That was not the nature of the question. I only ask that because readers typically like to know if it is a case of a mon coming from outside the major cities into pokemon civilizations.” The wigglytuff did not sound apologetic, but he did not convey any hostility. 

“Oh.” Beck felt slightly at fault, but his neutral tone did not help his case. “Well to answer your question it was more in the middle of those two extremes. We grew up outside any of the human cities when I was younger, but we eventually moved to the inner city. My family only had access to what I would call human scraps. Basically any junk they tossed out or anything we found before anyone else tried to claim it.”

Quick as the wind, the rabbit was writing down everything that was being relayed. “Kind of going back to a point you brought up earlier, you said you have a team. Can you elaborate on that?”

“Yes my team is composed of my secretary and assistant Mariposa, who you spoke with to set up this interview. Also one of my best friends Asa who lives out in Victory Road with her family and clan, including the alpha-scrafty of the mountain.”

“I see. Just curious by why does this Asa not stay with you here in the city? Have you offered her a chance to move her here?”

“Trust me I have tried. She doesn't like being out in the city too much. Iit has caused me more problems than I can count.” Asa sighed thinking of how often that lizard has made her late for important meetings. Yet. “She does care for me and her family though so I respect her wishes...but I also wish she could be more punctual.”

Both mons chuckled at that joke. “Well then. One thing I need to address is the wailord in the room.” The fairy type turned a page. “Some have criticized how you have obtained particular artifacts-”

“Which ones?” Beck cut him off before he could even finish it. “Name me one artifact that they think I have obtained improperly.” She was not in the mood for this type of crap. The accusations of ill-gain of her artifacts were always abound but she got accused of stealing the most out of all the curators in her perspective. As reliable as that was to anyone not her.

“I can name two that caused the most controversy recently. The Gaian Manuscript and the Weave of Tapulele statue.” Flipping to another page in his notebook, Yeroc returned his gaze to her. “According to some members of the Gaian Order you are holding an item of religious import and that the original manuscript should go to their head priests.”

“Which one? There are multiple sects of the Gaian Order.”

“That’s not my position to decide. Back to my question regarding that criticism; what would you say to those of the Gaian faith?”

This was agitating to Beck, who at this point was leaning back in her chair. “I’d say if they really wanted it then they can pay me to give it to them.”

Yeroc wrote that down. “Regarding the statue of Tapulele, that was an idol that was used in an active shrine that was lost due to the UB incident. Is that considered fair game?”

Beck rolled her eyes. “If that was the case they should have made it known to the public and put out a search for it.”

“They did.”

“Well I will be sure to address those community leaders.” The giantess lowered her glasses to give the rabbit mon a stare. “You’ve got one more question. Make it count.” She was making her contempt known as she continued giving an intimidated glare at her interviewer.

The fairy type saw this glare and flipped to the next page. “Sorry if I agitated you. But very well I can move onto the final question. There are rival museums, more specifically the Hoenn Oceanic Museum. They claimed you have stolen documents regarding fossil locations, and potential buried treasure. What do you say about those accusations?”

“Now this is something I have no problem answering.” The gardevoir leaned forward. “I know the Stone family has obtained multitudes of artifacts and beyond through some questionable means. Lest we forget what happened with Deoxy’s Meteor. So for them to accuse me of that is massively hypocritical and they can kiss it.”

Beck raised from her chair, casting a large shadow over the smaller fairy type. “That should be enough for your story. My secretary will see you out.” A slow pink miasma appeared around the hybrid as her eyes glowed bright red before disappearing into the miasma, leaving the fairy type alone in the room.

(This was my end of an art trade for @niquixarts relating to her blog @ask-nacrenetreasurehunters. This was a fun piece to do.)

[usualhapparpblog]

Blueberry

Rp with @ask-the-forestguardian

One day asa was busy fighting near the evergreen forest, though if anyone was to see, it looked like she was fighting a blurr, a blue blurr. The lizard hisses as she gets covered in punches and broozes. Eventually she ends up on the ground, turns out the blue blurr was just the regular blueberry himself, bolin. He was panting like a madhouse as he stepped on asas back, the poor scrafty looked beaten and worn out.

"Heh....Slow ass." The sawk chuckles, pulling asas tail, "You really need to act instead of hide behind your widdle puppy paws~" he teases

Asa odviously lookes angered as she tried getting up, but was too worn out to do so...

"Oh arceus help me"

[ask-nacrenetreasurehunters]

Linda@Asa: "Hey Asa long time no see!" She wraps her arm over the scrafty's shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Don't listen to that oversized tin can, the bastard apparently blames all pokemon for the stick he's got up his ass. Tried to tell me off about being a hunter like he'd know better as a golurk." She then gives a toothy and cheery smile. "But forget about him, how've you been? Gotten up to anything new recently?"

“Well i got a few surprises….to say the least…”

Asa obviously looked a bit nervous to linda, mostly due to the fact they have a better noes then she does. 

“Other than well, these little morsels over here, Ive been working outside of the ol’ family mountain, with beck much more frequently actually! Stuff to do with her museum and…other things….wait…..other things….”

…..

“SHI-HRM-DANG IT, IM LATE!!!!!”

[nsfwinsertbeckface-blog]

Finn@Asa: "Hey, ya wanna see how two lizard tongues would do together?~" *Shameless double eyebrow wiggle*

-id give you a try.-

Asa looks down at the smaller scrafty, raising her brow . "...You want to tangle with a dominant?". She chuckles, petting his crest. Bending down to his face, as acid drips from her mouth. "Warning, its gonna be hot."

[niquixredriver]

She was the merciful one of her family.

Though given too much, she let it overcome her judgement one day.

One of the biggest mistakes she would make.

As the aviators lay dead, her friend lay motionless, his red horns cracked as his skull crushed.

The sight, the horror, how it twisted her that very day.

For the Slaughtering of wings, the day of Murder in her name.

Asa, Symphony of war, Granddaughter of Victory, made herself known.

[niquixarts]

asa sketchy gifs as i do plot

[askadragonite]

“My tooth feels all sore and achy, Doctor Asa...“