Empress

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Trying out a new art style to get back into the swing of things.

Something for an AU I've been getting rather excited about.

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PSA

As you all know, I have a wonderful three year old boy whom I can be lucky about that he’s still alive. They hecked up with the bloodtests at his birth, not telling me his bloodsugar values were in red when he was tested. Now this all comes to light a few years later when it’s mentioned he might have diabetes type 1 on top of his autism. This all struck really bad since my grandmother died to the same dangerous disease, making it already a sensitive subject. He could’ve died due to the heck ups they made by not informing me.

I will need money, this disease takes so much care and insulin, let’s be honest, is not cheap. And I am already in a pickle financially wise. I will need some time to set things up and replies might come a tad slower than usual.

If you’re interested, my instagram is the most updated right now and if you want to follow me: https://www.instagram.com/cids_art/

Ko-fi page is found here: https://ko-fi.com/cidbirb don’t forget to specify who you are so i can draw up a reward for you

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The Birds And The... Cyborgs?

Clavis and Rhealyn spending some precious time together uvu

Commission for Integra (Check her out here)

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Ups, sorry I didn't want to give you too much work! (headcanon anon)

No worries, anon. I’m having a blast with your ask. Been a while since I actually did a sequence of pictures for story telling. I really missed those times. Besides, drawing Dex and Ty meeting for the first time has quite a few scenes that I want to picture for others to enjoy as well. I mean, have you ever considered how young Dexter would look like? I can tell you so much, it was before he got that scar and was serving the army with his buddy Vice. Would love to share some pictures but that would spoil a bit too much.Gosh, I’m so excited about this!

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Halfway done with your ask, headcanon anon. Can’t simply write how Dex and Ty met. You are getting a comic reply to that.

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When Zeffy finally looks up after being caught up into that useless and utterly violent fight, she eventually notices all the blood covering the wooden floor. She can’t help but shiver, many awful memories blooming in her head like poisonous flowers ; she has seen so much blood in her life, yet, she wouldn’t get used to it, always disgusted and agitated near the crimson liquid. She doesn’t really know what happened, and more importantly, why things have escalated so quickly. The man she has been staring at a few seconds ago is badly injured. Fact is ; she’s almost certain that he would probably don’t make it anyway.

“Fuck off.” She mutters to another opponent as she pushes him away, the visible confusion inside the tavern turning all of them into quiet creatures. At least, no one is fighting anymore.

She crosses the distance between the stranger and her, eyebrows furrowed. If her face remains that everlasting cold expression, she can’t help but have sorrow gleaming in the back of her eyes, slightly upset that the only person who caught up her interest tonight, will probably die, anytime soon. His abdomen is pierced, and all that blood dripping out of his wound like a furious river isn’t a good sign.

“Why did you have to start all of this, idiot?” She growls. Many pirates and travellers are leaving the place, toddling to the door with bruises and broken bones. Zeffy, strangely perturbed by the whole situation, crosses her arm around her chest. “You’ll die now, stranger. Was it worth it?”

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Despite feeling a certain resistance whenever he took a breath this guy didn’t seem all too bothered by that injury. He was more upset that he ruined his shirt than anything, tugging at it with a pout.

Gotta add one more of those to the list... It wasn’t until that whirlwind from earlier approached him and calling him an idiot that he turned to face her. He was about to smack some smartass words at her, if it wasnt for that sorrowful glint in her eyes. Oh... she was actually worried about his ass? Not something he expected from her at all. Realizing that caused a gentle smile to grow upon his beat up features. “Was it worth it?... Huh, let’s see. I had a few of my favorite drinks, a cute gal talked to me, got to kick some ass-” He listed as he went on to pull those woodenspikes out of his back, blood pouring out of the deep gashes. Eventually he tugged on that one that pireced his front. His ribs made a painful noise as he ripped that thing right out. Sounded like he broke a few, no wonder with this big ass spike. Render him impressed. “Did ruin my shirt though... all in all I’d say, yes. Hella worth it.” He cracked a playful smile there, even daring to give her a wink. Bleeding and shoving some intestines back inside that dared to plop out of his wound. Still need those, thank you. “How ‘bout ya? Evening worth it or do I have to make it more exciting for ya too?”

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“Pas de côté” with @deagelian-hideout​

For a moment, she just analyzes his features, and that cracked smile suddenly enlightening them, surprising the plum haired woman. He seems slightly different than the other participants of the brawl… as if he’s the only one here not to take it seriously. Zeffy isn’t sure, but she’s almost certain that perhaps he’s the one who started this madness earlier. Ready to have a word with him she takes a step forwards, before she vividly pushes her back against the counter as he rushes on someone.

“Wait!” Zeffy shouts way before she can thing about it, her curiosity tickling every inch of her body.

She blinks a few times, frowning, her hazel eyes never leaving the show in front of her eyes. Despite his nasty injuries, he keeps fighting, a demonic strength radiating from his entire body. Did he just jump against that man because he had a gun pointed at her? That would be odd… Why a perfect stranger would take her defence? There’s no such thing as an alliance in a bar fight.

Slightly distracted, she doesn’t see another guy running in her direction, yelling at the top of his lugs. At the last moment, she finally turns her eyes, only to see him slicing her face with the sharp side of his dagger. Yet, instead of blood, Zeffy simply watches the useless blade going through her body… a mix between dark clouds, winds and thunder. They really don’t know shit about Logia’s users.

“Little boy…” She tuts with a devilish smile as she strongly grips his collar. “You have a death wish!”

Furious, she gathers all of her wind to amplify her strength and punch him right in the jawline, making his sluggish body fly in the direction of that strange man who was staring at her earlier. Again… She stops and stares at him, intrigued.

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All he wanted was some excetiment. This little village always got so boring at the end of the day. Starting a brawl usually resulted in some bloody noses and bruises. Yet people distanced themselves from the friendly brawl nature, brought guns and blades into it. The mere thought of someone dying because of his actions was enough to wake him from his troublesome intentions.

Despite having the gun within his firm grasp, some people still thought it was a good idea to tussle with him. There were a few powerful blows to his body as he fought his way through. Nothing seemed to make this guy wince in pain. No matter how strong.

That was until someone went for his face.

One simple punch to his face and this guy staggered, taking a few steps back while bearing his teeth in agony. A warm sensation ran down his upperlip, down to his chin. Reaching out for that spot he uncovered good evidence of his suspicions. Blood. 

That was enough for him to break the fight up. He who started it shall be the one to end it. Just when he wanted to point the gun at someone to get these savages to chill out, he felt something heavy hitting him from behind. He let out a grunt as he felt the air in his lungs forced out upon impact.

He layd on the cold floor for a good moment before he made an attempt to hoist himself up. He was struggling at first, feeling the weight on his back. Eventually he managed to stand up straight. Letting out a huff he decided to go back to face the crowd, yet instead of angry faces he was met with shock and terror. Visibly confused he had a look around. That gal was still windy, person that landed on him was knocked out cold, he had something sharp pointing out from his abdomen-

Wait...

There he stood, staring down at himself. One of those wooden spikes that had remained stuck in his back earlier.... managed to drill itself through his front.

And here he was wondering why it was getting difficult to breathe.

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WHAT KIND OF SOUL ARE YOU ?

You Are a Traveler Soul!

“Ay, it me!”

You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move. You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people. A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world. You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer. Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle. It's difficult for you to make personal commitments. Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems. You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think. Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul

You Are a Visionary Soul!

“... Fascinating.”

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.

Connected to all things spiritual, you are very in touch with your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

Tagged by: @zeffythewildwind​ (thanks for the tag ;7;)

Tagging: anyone who wants to try it out!

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This gets funnier the more detail I add

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*Draws scary goop monster* Dex:

Why are you like this?

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Blog Update

Been ages since I bothered to clean this blog up, including its info pages. Glad I put the time in today though. Much easier to read up on things than before.

What changed?

- Updated Muses page

- Updated Dexter’s about page (kept information short and added a few details)

- Updated Tyrael’s about page (same as with Dex’s)

- Updated Rules page (again, information was summarized)

What will change in the future?

- Currently working on a new human body ref for Tyrael

- Add goo form to Tyrael’s about page (with picture)

- Might rework Dexter’s ref sheet as well (not needed now but maybe later on)

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@deagelian-hideout​ started to dance

This is it ; the show definitely begins. She doesn’t really know why, but her entire body is now turned into a ball of pure wrath, determined to make everyone pay in that inn. Perhaps it’s because she’s pissed off, or perhaps exhausted after her previous hunt, but she can’t forgive anyone who would enter the dance and try to mess with her. There are many who wishes to take her as their next target, either to defend their honor, or either because she looks harmless and easy to take down. 

“Get out of my way!” Zeffy growls intensely to a pirate gripping a sharp dirk. “I don’t have time for your bullshit!”

Before she could think about the real usefulness to actually provoke a tempest in the bar, Zeffy is already floating in the air, hair vividly dancing around her face, her right arm covered in powerful thunderbolts, the other one turned into heavy guts of wind. Lighter than a feather as she’s levitating in the air, it’s easier for her to rush on her next victim. She grabs him by the throat before he could think about using his knife, her furious thunderbolts toasting his hair and half of his face’s skin. She quickly eludes another punch from a new opponent by sending one of her feet right in his family jewels.

While she lands near the bar, she can’t help but notice that someone is actually staring at her. She pauses, raising her fist in front of her face to inform that potential threat that she wouldn’t be nice with him if he tries anything.

“What are you staring at?” She eventually asks to that quite muscled and tall man, her hazel eyes travelling on his features, to finally stop on his strange hair.

Who’s this, seriously? He seems pretty hurt.

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The male was stunned as his iced hues witnessed such power in action. Lightning bolts and howling winds? Holy shit that’s awesome! This lass really was a storm incarnate! He heard about devil fruits and such but seeing them in action was even better. This wounded male was standing tall among the now alerted crowd, wind howling as he flashed an excited smile. He was tempted to take her on that offer. How could he resist such an invitation to brawl? Well it wasnt exactly his choice to make. As it turned out certain people do bring guns to a bar fight. Those people being certain hunters themselves. People who despise devil fruit users to say the least. A frown took over his features as he had his little moment interupted by these schmucks. Doens’t matter if she has godly powers or not. Ya symply don’t shoot someone in a playful brawl! Gritting his teeth he hurled himself towards the guy cocking his gun. He delivered a strong kick towards that guy’s groin before grabbing the gun and slapping it over his head. Way to ruin the moment, dipshit.

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Zeffy truly hopes that she would have a quiet evening for once. She has been chasing a group of pirates for days, and now that her job is done, she feels pretty sore and terribly tired. She has stopped in an inn near the road, crowded as always at this time of the night, but hopefully respectable. She can’t stand rudeness anymore ; she just wants to sip on her ale in peace and then have a good night of rest. But of course… In a pirate world ; it’s always nothing but a beautiful dream.

“Tss, seriously…” She sighs, noticing the sudden burst of violence growing as a bitter flower, involving almost every man present in the bar. “They can’t even stop for a night. Those assholes.”

Exhausted and moody, the plum hair woman doesn’t really want to take a part in that primitive fight, preferring to focus on her plate of beans. Yet, when one of those sea dogs crush on her table and deprive her from her paltry dinner, she feels a sudden wave of anger boiling in her veins.

“Fuck off!” Zeffy suddenly stands up and grips the man by the collar. “You’ve ruined my dinner!”

Even if she should be more prudent with her power sometimes, at that particular moment, she really doesn’t care if anyone would recognize her as the bounty hunter she is. Using her winds, she throws the man against the wall, before she crushes her fist on his jawline to teach him a good lesson. Now… Now she’s truly out of control. It could have been a quiet evening…

But someone decided to start a fight in that bar.

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This mischievous dude was having a blast as fights broke out left and right. He was laughing his ass off when someone dropkicked him right into the counter. The wood splintered with ease on impact, leaving him with several shards stuck in his back. Surely this would be enough to get that damn smile off his face and take things more serious, right? Nope.

The warm blood runing down his back didn’t alarm him whatsoever. In fact, he did not feel anything, no pain, no pressure, no nothing. He pushed those crumbled planks aside before hoisting himself up. A cracked smile spread upon his features as he cracked his knuckles. “Oh you got me there ya cheeky bastard!” He barked another laugh as he lunged forward to break the other guy’s face with his fist. It wasnt until then when something out of the ordinary happend. A strong wind blast was sent through the tavern, launching one dude while causing multiple to tumble. There, in the middle of that wind blast. A smaller woman stood tall kicking some serious ass. Oh snap! That was certainly a rare sight. He had her curious before but now she had his full attention. He was tempted to run over to her side but he was curious to see more of her powers. Those strong winds couldn’t be everything she had to offer, no?

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@zeffythewildwind

This was supposed to be a calm evening.

A calm evening for the many travelers, marines and even for the scum roaming the seas. You and your friends hang out at this little village with a rustic tavern to celebrate the success of the day. Music plays nearby as you and your pals smile and share passionate stories. Some exciting, some unbelivable and others being as ridiculous as they could get. Truely a blissful moment to cherish.

However. There is always that one motherfucker that didn’t get the memo.

It was baffling how easily this bastard could turn a civilized tavern into a brawl. A charming smile, mohawk and a cheerful posture. A harmless looking guy, a dumbass at best. Yet all it took for him was to trip a dude here, dump a drink there and suddenly a bar fight was born. Now that was more to his liking. People punching each other just for the hell of it. Tables broke, a dude was sent flying out the window. Damn, brawls were fun to watch. As everything went down he just couldn’t help but bark a laugh. Why would he do such a thing, you ask? Was he such an evil minded person? No. Did he try to send a political message? Not at all. Then why in heaven would he cause a commotion like this? Simple.

Sheer. Utter. BOREDOM.

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Heat began to take note of the dragons acidic properties. “Acidic properties? This dragon creature must be a Devil Fruit user. ” Heat was positive of his claim as he began to mimic the dragon as he cracks his own knuckles as small bursts of flames escaping his mouth. His body dropping slightly as his knees bend. His body centering as he lifts up getting a great deal of height. In the midst of his leap he parries off Kidd’s scrap metal arm to reach a higher position over the dragon. His mouth slowly opens up as his head cocks back fully before going forward exhale a large stream of flames. His body being pushed slightly up from the sudden burst.

Kidd however tries something different normally he would rub in full force. However he took note of the bullets that came from this creature. “Repel.” Now using his Devil Fruit he changes the magnetic pull of the bullets firing them back towards the creature at much higher speed while keeping an eye on Heat’s positioning.

This beast didn’t bother dodging either attack. Those bullets were painful but nothing compared to the other wounds it had endured before. Aside from that, a spawn from hell like this monster couldn’t care less about fire damage. This flame from that human felt chilly compared to the eternal hellfire. However... there was still that issue with the dribbling acid from it’s jaws which happened to be... dangerously flammable.

The flames barely touched it when a chainreaction was set in motion. The acid was set ablaze, trailing all the way inside this beast’s core. Combined with the piercing bullets, which damaged any natural protection for those acidic chambers, caused a violent explosion within the monster. The blast being strong enough to shatter nearby structures, a huge smoke cloud covering the field as the flaming liquid got scattered over most of the island. There was a loud shriek within the thick wall of smoke, an agonizing howl until silence reigned the moment. 

Did they do it?...

Out of nowhere massive boulders got hurled from the smoke towards Kidd and his scrap mountain of an arm, burning chunks of nearby buildings flying his way. Hell, even some unfortunate people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. An erie snarl was rushing through the smoke as a large clawed paw emerged and reached out for Heat. Two blighted eyes staring at him from the mist, a wild glint hidden within.

No. They merely got started.

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.:Introduction:.

A few months had passed from the events that transpired in Wano. Kidd along with his crew had fully recovered from the events that had transpired. Kidd had decided to dock onto this unknown island for the soul purpose to unwind from the events including finding any form of cure for his Killer who was still under the symptoms of this SMILE.

Yet as the fiery red head arrived on the island he was present for the violent crusade of this dragon like creature. His mind raced back to Kaido and the final battle with that monster. This sent a shiver down his spine as he couldn’t contain himself as he felt this was identical to how Kaido would lay waste to a village. His very soul was on fire as he stood firm. He opens his mouth as he felt like it was time for a change. He even admitted he needed to restrain himself..because his actions would lead to the deaths of those he cared for.

Kidd lifts his right arm over his head having an area of magnetic tools and weapons coming to his arm creating a titantic sized arm. His opposite arm however already robotic stays by his side. Was this him being selfless as he defended these helpless people. He didn’t think on it.

He was not alone as Killer was told to stay behind with Wire as Kidd was flanked by Heat a man who looked up this demonic creature. “You sure you want to fight this thing Captain?” He says directed toward Kidd who stayed silent.

Just when this beast had laid its eyes upon those two men, that one with the flaming hair rose his arm. It was almost like he was greating it like an old friend. That challenging stance, the stench of devil’s blood. No doubt, this guy was asking for a fight. Somehow the mere sight of this guy was amusing to the creature. A deep growl rumbling within as it turned to face them properly, crushing some debris under its weight. Blighted eyes watched as metal scrap united and formed to a large lump to that man’s extended arm. There was an irritating tug within its core. Those metal bullets, which those pesky soldiers had fired earlier, got pulled out of that thick hide while something larger within caused this monster to tense up. Acidic fluids dribbled out of its jaws as it struggled to keep them shut tight. Yet despite its efforts those metal armor pieces got pulled all the way out. Along with those human remains they belonged to, twitchen and sizzling from the acid they had been exposed to. Ah, yes... this bullshit. This simple trick alone caused this beast to reconsider sparing those cheeky bastards. If there was one thing you shouldn’t do with a man eating beast, it would be messing with its meal. Intentional or not.

Flaring up with anger this monster stood upon its hind legs, cracking its knuckles like a human would before beating someone’s ass. Unlike the common dragons in this world, this thing seemed to be specifically made for war. Somewhat humanoid in shape, large front paws, broad torso and an armored tail. Whatever it was, it was fucking PISSED. 

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What a horrible night.

Noone expected a calm village like this one to get set ablaze within hours. Buildings torn apart and devoured by flames. Yet this blazing hell fire wasn’t the worst thing that hit those people. It was the thing that caused it. Many men fell in their attempts to stop it, torn to shreds or cursed by a worse fate than death. 

As if damned by the gods themselves an ancient beast had attacked the village. It came out of the earth istelf, born from fury and greed. Within moments its gaping maw tore everthing in its path to pieces. No matter how many bullets pierced its hide, no matter how much of its blood drenched the earth, it kept going. Fuled by the misery and human flesh.

It wasn’t until this beast crushed a soldier between its jaws with an ugly crunsh when it paused for a brief moment. A deep rumble emitted from the depths of its core as it lifted it massive head, blighted eyes searching the area. Something far more interesting had caught its attention.

The o too familiar scent of the devil’s essence.