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Feast of Isis

Hey everyone, happy holidays!

I’m here to bring you the first of the two short fics I promised you this month!

The Feast of Isis revolves around Zoro and gives us a bit information on his background. It’s not too big of a fic, but it is bigger than I originally wanted. Oh well, I hope you all enjoy it.

Sanji’s short fic, The Feast of Sekhmet should be out in the next few days!

You can read the fic here.

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Legend of Ryuma

So, here’s a little something that Mossy and I have been sitting on for a while now. We thought about holding on to this even longer, but (thought a stretch, I admit) it is connected to some of what I want to bring you in December. With that being said, we decided to post it. As of now there is no art, although knowing Mossy, that may change, but this is jackal history and vitally important to Zoro’s character in For A Heart.

Please enjoy.

“When the gods were still young and fought mostly amongst themselves, a young jackal warrior named Ryuma quickly rose up among the ranks of my army. He was a brutal fighter; swift and agile, graceful and cunning. Ryuma and his companion, a white jackal named Ichimonji, shown brighter than any other. I rewarded this greatness and named Ryuma a general within the Army of Anubis. There he, and Ichimonji, fought until all the battles had ended.

“Peace flooded the gods realm and the time for armies was put aside. Now, skirmishes would still arise, so I made Ryuma the head of my guard and it was his job to command all of the guards who looked after the palace and temple grounds. The rest of the army dispersed throughout the underworld, creating homes for themselves and waiting, in near silence, in hopes I would have need for them to fight once more.

“Time passed, as it always does, and even Ryuma would grow restless, taking Ichimonji for long walks around the underworld. A favorite pastime of theirs was to walk to the lake of fire. Unfortunately, it would be there that would be their undoing.

“While out for a walk one day, Ryuma and Ichimonji were attacked by the god, Set. Set is an evil god, looking only for ways to further his powers. He’d heard rumors of Ryuma’s eyes— eyes that had the ability to see the innocence in people— and decided he needed them for himself. He set a trap for Ryuma and Ichimonji, pleased when they both fell into it without the slightest bit of warning to its presence. Ryuma was outraged by the incident, but kept his head, freeing Ichimonji before himself. This is also where Set made a grave mistake.

“Instead of pouncing right away, Set laughed and watched as Ryuma struggled in his bonds, only acting once the jackal was free by revealing himself, in his towering form, as the mastermind behind the trap. Ichimonji stepped between Set and her master, but Set easily kicked the jackal aside before descending upon Ryuma. Unable to free himself, Ryuma could do nothing but lay there, on the cold obsidian ground, as Set gouged his eyes from their sockets, setting them aside to kill Ryuma. Ichimonji appeared, returning too late to aid her master, but she was able to find his eyes, abandoned in Set’s foolishness, as he killed Ryuma in front of her.

“Ichimonji was furious, fleeing with her master’s eyes and hiding them away so Set could not find them and use them for whatever evil it was she knew he would attempt. Leading him away from their location, Ichimonji avoided Set’s capture until she was sure Ryuma’s eyes were truly safe, then she turned and faced her master’s murderer. In the end, Set killed her as well. Both Ichimonji, and the whereabouts of Ryuma’s eyes, have been lost to us.” Mihawk walked across the armory toward the forge, hands behind his back. He’d brought Zoro to the weapon smith in hopes of getting his young son a weapon of his own. On the way, he’d told Zoro the tale of Ryuma, in hopes of getting his attention and sparking an interest in learning to fight.

The master armorer was a large dark skinned man, easily wielding a hammer as he worked to form a heated piece of metal against his anvil. As soon as he noticed Mihawk, he set the hammer down, calling over another to continue to craft the weapon he was working on. “How can I be of assistance to you,” he asked, bobbing his head in a nod of greeting.

“I came to see if we could arm my son.” Mihawk raised his hand, meaning to rest it on Zoro’s head, but he had seemed to have vanished from Mihawk’s side. “Zoro?” Turning, he frowned, unable to spot the boy, or his jackal, from where he stood in the back of the armory. “Zoro,” he called again, taking a step back the way he’d just come from. Next to him, Yoru huffed and Mihawk looked down to the black jackal, inhaling to yell for his son a third time.

“Bahk!” Zoro’s voice sounded from another room of the armory. “Look what I found!” Zoro appeared, backing out of a small room while dragging a white non-descriptive staff after him. Kitetsu ran around him barking as he went, tail wagging happily. “Can I have this?”

“Zoro,” Mihawk started, his frown still in place. “You mustn’t treat a weapon like that. Pick that up.”

The young god paused, grunting under the weight of the staff as he tried to pick it up off the floor. He didn’t make it far, but Zoro was, in fact, able to lift the long, heavy staff off the ground. Mihawk was wholeheartedly impressed with the strength his son showed.

“Anubis,” the master of arms spoke up. “If he wishes to use a staff, I have some smaller ones, better suited for young jackals, such as himself.”

“No,” Zoro interrupted, still struggling to lift the staff. His ears were tilted back against his head, a frown of his own etched onto his young face as he concentrated. “I want this one,” he grunted, finally managing to shift the staff upright.

“Zoro,” Mihawk started, trying to reason with his son. “That staff is meant for an adult, it’s much too big for you to wield currently. Let’s find a smaller one that is better suited for your size. You should listen to the master armorer, he knows of what he speaks.”

“I want this one!” Using both hands, Zoro slammed the butt of the staff against the floor, holding it tightly in his grasp. Turning from what he was sniffing, Kitetsu ran to Zoro’s side and sat next to him, reacting to the sound the staff made on the stone, even without being taught. The staff was a couple feet taller than himself, but Zoro was holding firm in his decision, tail held stiff and ears flat back against his hair in his anger.

Mihawk rubbed at his temples as the master armorer chuckled beside him. “He is your son, Anubis.”

“I know. Zoro,” Mihawk placed a hand on the shoulder of the man standing next to him. “Put the staff aside and let’s see what else there is in the armory for you.”

“I am keeping this staff.” Zoro’s grip tightened around the weapon as he squared his shoulders and stood up to his full height, glaring up at Mihawk. Kitetsu mimicked Zoro’s actions and Mihawk huffed in annoyance. There was a defiance there, one Mihawk could recognize as the one he’d taught Zoro himself: challenge everything.

Mihawk resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, Zoro was indeed his son. “Yes, you can keep the staff, but all Anubis Warriors also learn to use a scimitar, among other weapons. Every warrior is a true master of weaponry. You must learn to master several weapon styles as well, if you are to become an Anubis Warrior.”

Zoro nodded sharply, his mouth set in a hard line. “Yes, Father.”

“Very good.” Walking over to him, Mihawk reached out for the staff, only to have Zoro yank it away with a growl, almost toppling over with the heavy weight of it. Snapping a hand out, Mihawk grabbed the staff to steady Zoro and the weapon, but his son pulled the weapon away again, this time almost hitting both Yoru and Kitetsu in the process.

“No,” Zoro started, baring his teeth as he continued to growl. “I said I’m going to keep it.”

“I agreed you could.” Dropping his arm to his side, Mihawk frowned down at the boy, whose ears were still pressed flat against his hair in anger. “How do you expect to look at other weapons while holding that staff?”

“I don’t want another weapon, I want this one.” Zoro squared his little shoulders and held onto the staff tightly, glaring up at Mihawk again. Despite his anger, Mihawk could see the very tip of Zoro’s tail wagging in hopes that Mihawk would cave and let him have his way. Next to him, Kitetsu was pleading in his own way, head tilted to the side slightly with his ears forward and his golden eyes looking up at Mihawk.

What choice did he really have? Mihawk took a deep breath and was about to speak, when the master armorer spoke up behind him. “Maybe starting him with a scimitar isn’t the right path for him. Why don’t we look at the rest of the staffs.”

Zoro’s ears twisted forward and he grinned. “Really? Can we, Bahk?”

“Well, I—”

“I still want this one!” Zoro shifted his grip on the white weapon, grunting under its weight as he moved passed Mihawk toward the blacksmith. “I’m keeping this one.”

Turning to watch Zoro fumble under the weight of the staff, his jackal walking calmly next to him, Mihawk shook his head. Even at such a young age, when Zoro’s mind was made up, that was that.

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“For A Heart” Chapter 3 cover

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ZOSAN Egyptian AU: “For A heart” Collab

Character Sheet: Post!Sanji (2 years into relationship with Zoro)

Hey there, Mossy here! Doing a little solo since @cyriusli is out of commission for a bit thanks to surgery and life! As promised, here’s the art I previewed in the vlog!

If you like our work, please consider checking out my art blog where it links to my patreon, and @cyriusli‘s page as well where it links to her ko-fi! It’ll really help us out with bringing you more ZoSan!

Ahah, I’ve been waiting forever to put this up! I sketched it about a month ago now, wow! Time sure flies! But I finally get to show you Post-Timeskip Kitty-Pharaoh Sanji! (We’ve got him in armor later down the line, but for now, let’s enjoy some Sanji butt shall we?) 

More on his design below the cut!

I actually started Sanji post-timeskip shortly after I sketched both Zoro and Sanji pre-timeskip. I did all my sketches in the nude (will vlog about it later) and then did the outfits over them since I will be using the nude bases for future outfits! Please look out for those too!

As for this design, I wanted to keep some elements from the series post-timeskip, such as Sanji having more yellow/orange on him but still very much portayed as being associated with blue. Black (obsidian, in the fic) went really well with our idea that Zoro would be more into darker colors because of his role as Anubis’s son. Sanji naturally already wears a lot of black, so that was something I was very happy with. I made his ‘blacks’ the same shade as I did Zoro’s to tie them together.

The bandana!

YES. Sanji wears Zoro’s bandana as underwear. I had to. I just had to. He tied it into the gold jewelry he has around his shendyt, to keep it in place, so it’s literally just hanging by the smallest of knots. 

As for he rest of Sanji’s ‘clothes’...

He wears his shendyt the same way he wears Zoro’s bandana, and it IS still a shendyt, but he’s not using it properly anymore! Haha! Sanji post-timeskip would definitely be more comfortable about his body, and more into ‘showing off that he’s sleeping with Zoro’. There’ll be all kinds of claw-marks and bites and hickeys all over his butt and sensitive parts. 

I wanted to show all that as Sanji’s way of saying “LOOK, LOOK, I SCORED THE SON OF ANUBIS!”, since I know Sanji isn’t the shy type when it comes to Zoro. He’s loud, he’s assertive and hell, they totally switch positions in bed.

That’s all for now! Please stay tuned for more ZoSan Egyptian AU from this Double Moss Combo!

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ZoSan Egyptian AU: Baby Borky Butt Drabble

"Teach him his native tongue, they said. It will be fun, they said. Little shit hasn't stopped barking FOR WEEKS." ~Mihawk, probably

Being a god was easy compared to this.

Mihawk had spent countless eons as the God of Death, watching over the scales and the underworld with only minor incident. He’d created a home out of the dark nightmare known as the underworld and he was fine to spend his free time lounging in his obsidian temple that overlooked the lake of fire.

It was a good life; a simple life and one that Mihawk highly enjoyed. Yet, he felt something was missing and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. It had taken some time to finally pinpoint the exact thing Mihawk was looking to fill the void with, but eventually he figured it out.

Wrapped up in a tattered blanket, Mihawk almost walked passed the bundle until he heard a small whimpering. He’d never once thought of himself as a parent, but the first time he had laid eyes on his son, Mihawk knew that had been what was missing. Zoro, as Mihawk would come to decide his name should be, was one of the smallest beings he’d ever seen. He was a chubby little thing, blinking bleary and clouded eyes up at Mihawk as he waved fisted hands in the air.

Mihawk had never known such great joy and vowed to keep the young child safe from harm. Cradling Zoro in his arms, Mihawk had first gone to the stables, picking out a sleek red jackal pup to stay by his son’s side as he grew. It was Mihawk’s hope that Zoro and the jackal would bond and spend the rest of their lives together, much like the several that Mihawk had himself.

He’d never regretted making a decision as much as he had that one.

Rubbing at his ears, he flattened them back against his head in an attempt to lower the volume of noise that bounced around the room. It was tiring and endless, hurting his ears and giving him a headache. Yet, he had to constantly remind himself, he loved his son, even if all he seemed to do was yell as of late.

Zoro had grown quickly, but was still very young, toddling around the throne room while Mihawk looked on, keeping a watchful eye on him, as well as the rest of his undying kingdom. “Teach him his native tongue,” Mihawk muttered under his breath as another chorus of Bork Bork Bork filled the air, accompanied by the high pitched yips of the jackal pup. “It will be a way for you two to bond.”

Mihawk was going to kill Thoth, he was sure of it.

“Bork bork Bork!” Inhaling sharply, Mihawk bit his tongue before he snapped at his son. He knew what Zoro was trying to say, but the fact that he couldn’t pronounce the single word, even after all the time, and all the attempts Mihawk had tried to correct him, was frustrating.

Things were quiet for a moment before Zoro gave a high pitched squeal, something close to a giggle and Mihawk dropped the scroll he was reading to his lap as his ears shot forward in alarm. The pup, who Mihawk was calling “Demon” until Zoro was old enough to name him, was growling, all four feet planted as he tugged at the clothing Zoro was wearing. There was a loud ripping sound and another squeal of joy as Demon ran off with Zoro’s shendyt between his teeth.

Mihawk groaned and rubbed at his temples, knowing he didn’t have the energy to chase after the little red jackal. Shaking his head, he looked back to Zoro, who had his arms out, teetering on one foot as he tried to walk across the floor toward Mihawk.

Sitting up straight in his throne, Mihawk held his breath as he watched his son take his first real steps. Zoro had been crawling around for weeks and was able to stand against things, but he’d never seen the young god actually walk. Three steps in and Zoro faltered, dropping to his hands with his butt in the air as he wagged his tail. “Great job, Zoro,” Mihawk found himself saying, his own tail thumping against the back of his throne as pride swelled in his chest.

Zoro’s ears swiveled toward Mihawk as he picked up his head, the tip of one still drooping down as Zoro gained the strength to hold it up properly. He grinned up at Mihawk, eyes bright as he sputtered, drool trailing down his chin to drop to the polished floor. “Bork Bork Bork!” Childish glee bubbled up Zoro’s throat as he bounced on his hands with each word that left his throat.

Zoro kept bouncing on his hands, the single word repeated each time his hands hit the floor and soon enough he was actually jumping, his entire chubby little body leaping off the floor with each loud Bork that came from his mouth. Mihawk sighed, rubbing at his temples. Of course it would be his son that thought himself an actual jackal, jumping around as crazily as a playing pup, instead of trying to learn to walk.

There was a scrabble of nails of stone and Demon was flying back into the room, barking and yipping as he jumped around with Zoro on the floor. Each time Zoro would screech out the single word— “BORK!” —and the jackal would yip back, as they jumped around the room, their combined high pitched voices only making Mihawk’s headache worse.

He wasn’t going to get any work done, Mihawk was sure of it. Closing his eyes, he sighed heavily, resigning his afternoon to listening to his son pronounce his name wrong over and over again, while his pup played along with him. Resting his chin in his hand, Mihawk leaned his elbow on the arm of his throne and sorta dozed on and off. He was aware of the commotion around him, however, perking up when the noise suddenly stopped.

Thinking something was wrong, he sat up straight, looking around the room and only finding Demon sprawled on the floor, all four feet in the air as he slept. Tipping his head to the side, Mihawk perked his ears forward, wondering where his son could have gotten off to, when he felt a tug on his shendyt. Looking down, Zoro was looking back up at him, his golden eyes bright as he grinned up at Mihawk, small canines poking out of his otherwise toothless gums.

“Bahk,” Zoro questioned, his mouth forming awkwardly as he actually said the word correctly, tugging on Mihawk’s clothing as he did.

“That’s right.” Reaching down, Mihawk picked his son up, placing a still naked Zoro in his lap as he twisted his head to look at him. “Bahk; father in our native tongue.”

Zoro squealed again, the sound much louder with him being so close. On the floor, Demon twitched his sleep, rolling over and groggily sitting up at the sound of Zoro’s voice. “Bork,” the young god screeched and Mihawk sighed heavily. At least now he knew for sure, Zoro knew how to actually pronounce the word, even if he never seemed to use it.

(story by @cyriusli, art by @mossybrows-draws)

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Sanji, pharaoh of the Bastet palace and temple, is constantly plagued by mortal men and women who wish to have his hand in marriage. Only Sanji isn’t interested in any of them, his eyes are set on another; the only son of the god Anubis.

For A Heart Chapter One

Hey, @cyriusli here and I am super excited to be able to announce that the first chapter of For A Heart is now live and available for you to read! You can find it in the link above on my Ao3 account!

This AU, as well as working with @mossybrows has been fantastic and I haven’t been this excited about a project in a long time! I have always loved Ancient Egypt and was even more excited that I got to incorporate my two favorite gods from the culture.

Working with Mossy is always fun, and it’s been really awesome to see her grow more and more excited for this as she’s learned about the different gods and lore. We have incorporated some of the old lore, of course twisting it to fit our story, as well as just making some things up. As always, there is some base truth to my writing, even if you have to search to find it.

Mossy’s art is simply fantastic! Same as with the writing, her choice of outfits and coloring is based off of actual outfits of the time, as well as colors that the Ancient Egyptians had access to. Of course, there are liberties taken there as well, but there is also an authentic feel to her art.

Either way, I know both of us are really excited to bring this to you and we hope you greatly enjoy it!

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Final Character Sheet: Healer!Chopper from “For A Heart” (Full Size aGoodies available on Patreon)

Another goody from our Double Moss Combo! I loved working with @cyriusli with his design! Please look forward to more characters from this AU! If you have any thoughts about Chopper or any character designs, please feel free to drop us an ask! 

Thank you for your support and please look forward to more from this ZoSan Egypt AU from either me, @mossybrows-draws or @cyriusli! I can’t wait to reveal Zoro!

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If you like our work, please consider supporting @cyriusli on ko-fi and myself, @mossybrows-draws on patreon!

Character: Sora Vinsmoke (Sola Vinsmoke) Role: Bastet!Sora / Sekhmet!Sola Pet-Name: Sanji-Mama

Mossy: I was the one who wanted Sola in the fic, honestly. If we were going to have Sanji be the son of Bastet, it had to be Sora/Sola. Even if Cyriusli had said no, I would’ve insisted, I swear I wanted it to be Sola so badly. She seriously doesn’t get enough screen or panel-time. Most of our concept development happened because of the problem we encountered with Bastet/Sekhmet cat-god Sora. I like to headcanon that Sanji takes after his mama, so I used that idea in creating a little more of Sora’s design.

Cyriusli: I admit, I was a little skeptical at first, but she grew on me and I was able to find a way to incorporate her into the plot of the story. Both parent gods make appearances, but this is more about Sanji and Zoro so their roles are minor in the main story.

Mossy: Same reason I don’t really have a lot of development sketches for her. I got distracted and drew in a little baby Sanji just for interaction concept reasons...and then ended up making Zoro and Sanji baby chibis. But more on that later. XD

Cyriusli: The chibis are freaking adorable. You keep getting sidetracked and making new things and I am just sitting here like… you have 5 other things to finish first! What are you doing?!

Mossy: I’m sorry! But his wittle buttt butt wa so nyaa nyaa and I just HAD to! Besides, I’d already drawn the child!versions of them both anyway! So I was like ‘why not baby versions’!?? Ayway. I did have a little more trouble with Sola/Sora. I was like Bastet? Sekhmet? Bastet? Sekhmet? Like we mentioned before, we decided to make 2 different versions of Sola/Sora because of the differences between Egyptian North and South Kingdom cultures.

Cyriusli: Incorporating all the different points in the Egyptian lore is a little hard to juggle, but I think we are handling it fairly well at this point. And besides, we are completely inserting two beings that never even existed, combining Bastet and Sekhmet into one momma god probably isn’t the worst thing we could be doing.

Mossy: True, but I am having a little more trouble with her armor than I expected. Have one design up now ( could be another design up by the time I post this text on my character sheet for her.)

Cyriusli: Yeah and then I get to write her when we pretty much know nothing about how her character operated. I think our little twist of her “ignoring” Sanji a good portion of the time is good though because that plays into the part of Sanji missing her so much.

Mossy: I was thinking about the story Oda had about the Germa 66, where the hero, Sora, who has a telltale similar name to Sora/Sola, Sanji’s mom and how this hero defied the Germa 66 and saved North Blue. With Sekhmet being the goddess of war, I thought it was fitting she was Sanji’s mom. She could be waging war to fight for her babies back from Jaji of another culture or something, being an Egyptian god, maybe fight with the Roman or Greek god she had an affair with? LOL. Not that I’m being serious.

Cyriusli: Yeah, I don’t think that would really work and it would get too complicated. I do however see Sola fighting a lot of wars. Like maybe this is a time where Old Kingdom is crumbling and Unification is on the horizon. Sanji is located in the deep southern part of the Nile but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot of fighting. There has to be… Zoro’s place at the scales tells us there is.

Mossy: Ahh, I love having Sola/Sora get to be here and be an active character! The possibilities are endless! I do love the lion look she ended up with being a fire-illusion instead of an actual lion face.

Cyriusli: Yeah! That’s pretty cool!

Mossy: It also helped with Nebit’s design, because...I mean, I’m not against anyone who’s into it, but I can’t exactly fall for anyone who has a lion for a face and a human body. Not into that. So I thought if Nebit was going to ‘take after Sola’ because of Sanji, then having her be a nekomimi would be ideal.

Cyriusli: I know that was my plan for Nebit all along. We cover her background a bit more in her sketch, but my plan for her was to look like Sanji and his mama, different than the rest of the attendants and guards that live in the palace and temple.

Mossy: As for Mama Sola/Sora (I still dunno which one to call her), I finally got my act together after moving houses and countries again and finished her design up. Though I did have a bit of trouble with the colors. Since Sanji’s got a lot of orange to his character (fire and all), I thought it was fitting to keep it in the golds and yellows. Though I did accidentally color part of her armor green at some point. The designs of her armor made me rethink the designs of her Bastet!form dress.

Cyriusli: I think her Bastet dress looks fine and I think her armor does as well. I really love the helm you made for her and her tail is pretty awesome as well, even if that isn’t exactly armor. I’m glad we got the color thing figured out though, you sent me those pics and my instant reaction was, gods, I know we are moss, but please not that. Slight color change made all the difference for badass warrior momma.

Mossy: Haha! I can’t wait to have her in the Chopper’s Comic Corner! I have a lot of Monster Hunter history under my belt (not that I was a good player, but I did manage to collect a lot of armor, so I did have to kill a lot of monsters). It’s mostly that stuff that helped me design her armor.

Cyriusli: This whole process is cool for me because I may think up armor, but I never get to see how it looks outside my head, so to see Mossy bring this stuff to life is just such a great thing to me. She makes it seem so simple, despite the hours we spend in skype screaming at one another over things lol

Mossy: Ahh yes, the screaming. There be plenty screaming. I was screaming about using turtle shells as armor for Sola’s/Sora’s skirt because well...shit  forgot my reasons. But yeah, I was screaming about that but then I realized Cyriusli was offline and I couldn’t call her about it and then I was sad.

Cyriusli: Oh no! I’m sorry. You didn’t tell me about that.

Mossy: LOL yeah I forgot. But I should ask now; did they have turtles in the nile? I mean...Sekhmet!Sola kinda has a turtle shell skirt.

Cyriusli: Yeah, they had turtles. The Nile used to be a huge ecosystem, not that it isn’t now, but it used to be bigger, I guess. So there were all sorts of animals that are typical of a water environment, including ibis, egret and the DEATH PELICANS.

Mossy: Oh thank god...they’re very orange though. Is that kinda weird? Ah. I’ll change it to the shell color. XDD I think this is about it for Sora/Sola-sama. Man I love her! I wish she showed up more in the manga, like many other women, we clearly don’t get enough of what kind of person she is other than the fact that she’s a good mother. 

Please look forward to her appearance in Chopper’s Comic Corner, coming soon!