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superposition-archive · 2 months
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「ラ…ライオス...?」 | Some1else45 | source: x
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gear-project · 11 months
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Unless I am reading it wrong, why would Happy Chaos be...'afraid' of Baiken? He doesn't look like someone with a lot of lose.
What few people know is, Japanese Heritage survivors have an innate connection to ancient Spiritual powers and by extension the Backyard... This all connects to "Ancient Martial Arts" which I referred to earlier.
Figure, if Nagoriyuki's sword could actually HURT someone like Sol Badguy, and Happy Chaos could replicate that in the form of bullets... imagine how that sort of power could be harnessed against Happy Chaos himself?
It was actually Justice who pointed out how "dangerous" the people of Japanese decent actually are, believe it or not... in fact it was Justice' early encounters with May and Baiken that first revealed this fact back during the Tournament of 2180.
Japanese Bloodlines carry a connection to Spiritual powers which in turn influence Backyard Residents or those who have "had" their bodies transformed by the Backyard (like Happy Chaos himself).
Even Ramlethal, with her massive RATTLE katanas could potentially pose a threat to Happy Chaos... in fact one of his lines is:
"This is why I HATE Katanas!"
Because Katanas were forged with holy ritual methods and blessed by deities, which means they don't simply cut on a physical level but sever beings on a SUPERNATURAL LEVEL.
Even Kum Haehyun's TUNING ability is deeply connected with these spiritual powers that Japanese people have practiced over hundreds if not thousands of years (even Jam Kuradoberi's Kenpou could be considered a ritualistic purification method).
In some capacity this also relates to the OutRage which Slayer carried... a Dagger that could potentially SEVER Gear Cells... in fact Most OutRage Instroment technology is BASED on sealing spiritual powers inside the technology... (e.g. "Fireseal" and "Thunderseal").
So yes, Baiken is actually one of Happy Chaos' WORST matchups, believe it or not... she could generate Ki and use a purified sword strike and literally KILL someone like Happy Chaos on the spot!
This is also why Chipp Zanuff informally referred to Chaos as a "demon"... because of his connection to the Backyard, but also because he could likely be slain like any other demon or spiritual entity.
How VERY fitting that the very tribe of people that Happy Chaos sought to wipe out would turn out to be his ultimate weakness...
Or perhaps it was for that very reason...? I'm sure he doesn't want us to come to any conclusions on THIS TOPIC in particular!
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artbyifer · 5 months
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Davenport
Artbreeder portrait of Davenport from TAZ Balance.
Hair enhanced in Clip Studio Paint to more appropriately gnome-y size.
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zenzenxi · 5 months
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SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, SCHOOL HAS BEEN KEEPING ME BEHIND 😭😭
SO HAVE A SILLY OC ART THING THATS BASED OFF THE SMILE HD MLP VIDEO...
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bedthey · 1 year
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look every bedman enjoyer needs to know that bedman, whilst dead or at least shattered into pieces in our reality/dimension/universe/timeline could still be part of the story as yknow actual bedman, parallel or not.
this arcade mode has important demihuman and bedman lore.
1:55 is the time stamp
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BEDMAN PROPER CAN STILL BE IN STRIVE GUYS I SWEAR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL-
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ihf-arts · 1 year
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Welp it's been a hot second since I posted Demihumans stuff right XD Today (March 14) is actually the anniversary so... yeah. Feelings. Mixed, yucky feelings tbh. If you're new here and you don't know these guys, they're from my discontinued webcomic Demihumans. This is a redesign of them, if you want to see their original looks, check it out under keep reading. As well as more rambling...
I could make a VERY long post but the TLDR is that I realised that I enjoy reading comics WAY more than I like making them. So this redesign was just for fun, I'm not planning to do a reboot or anything, because making comics just isn't fun for me. I might be able to do a short comic- and even then that's a big MIGHT - but def not a super long one like Demihumans was. I'm not sure if I'd want to adapt the story into a novel either because I frequently get writers block and tire of very long stories... middle ground. I can't write anything. haha : ) Anyway, if you read the comic, thank you for your support. I wish I could not lose interest in my own work every five seconds, but that's just life ig. Sorry to get depressing out of nowhere lol. Hope you enjoy the redesigns! I wanted to keep them similar-ish to the originals but different as well.  I also did some bonus doodles of Jackson (guy in the middle) in keep reading, I was messing around with art styles.
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feynarts · 2 years
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Have you read @demihumanscomic ? You should. There’s so many interesting characters~ there is something for everyone.
The comic can be also found on tapas and WEBTOON.
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sagepanoki · 3 months
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System of Mana (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/361517680-system-of-mana?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=_SagePanoki A 17 year old teenager Lesti has died. Fortunately, he was given another chance by the gods and was then reborn into a world filled with magic. Just moments after his birth, his family decided to abandon him in a forest. Would he survive in the forest and the dangers that lurks inside it?
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Mutant Fighting Tournament: Part 1:
The Mutant Defense Corps Champions tournament was held every two years, a show of pride for the warriors who put their bodies on the line for the defense of the common man. This tournament had even more fanfare than usual, with non-MDC fighters making the final eight, and even the queen herself joining in. It was set to be an exciting showcase. An announcer made his way down to the ring in the middle of the arena, grabbing a microphone from the air and beginning his spiel.
“Ladies and gentlemen, beastmen of all ages and kinds, it is my honor to welcome you to the 24th biannual MDC champions tournament! We’ve got an exciting slate for you folks tonight, so stay put!”
The matchups shined brightly on the big screen above his head, reading:
QUEEN CARNELIAN VS. PHOENIX
AZALEA VS. AMBER
IVY VS. LEVIATHAN
VERA VS. ANASTASIA
The announcer gave the raucous crowd a smile as he waited for them to tire, “I should stop talking now, huh?” He taunted, much to the crowd’s delight, “Let’s get this show on the road!”
Fight 1: Carnelian vs. Phoenix
Before the fight even began there was pomp and circumstance, an entire legion of the Queen’s men leading her out into the ring, the sounds of fanfare echoing through the arena as the crowd stood silently in her presence. She was accompanied to the battleground by her assistant, Rose, a hawk-mutant with a mean streak of her own, and the original holder of this spot in the tournament before the queen herself decided she wanted a challenge.
“Our first fighter hails from the capital of the beastmen! She’s your reigning, defending, Queen of the land… your majesty herself, Carnelian!”
The ruler waved to her subjects as she removed her royal robe to reveal her gear, the lioness deciding to showcase a bit more than the people thought she would. Her boxing gloves were neatly fitted, the royal coat of arms stamped on them with shimmering glory, and she readied herself for the entrance of her opponent.
“And her challenger, hailing from the streets of Chicago, standing at a professional kickboxing record of 27-0, Phoenix Riley!”
In walked Phoenix, a fox-mutant with a chip on her shoulder. She was a veteran fighter, as shown by her record, and honestly wished to embarrass the queen as much as she could. Phoenix entered the ring in full kickboxing regalia, stepping foot in the ring to a lull from the hordes. She stared down her opponent like a woman on a mission, the lioness looking back with a grin.
“It’s not too late to quit, dear.” The queen chided.
Phoenix chortled, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“It certainly would save me some trouble.”
“Too bad I like trouble.”
The referee brought the pair to the middle of the ring and explained the rules of the ropes: twelve rounds max, winner will be declared by knockout or by their corner throwing in the towel, and no headbutting or elbow strikes (kicks are allowed, thanks to Phoenix’s objections). The fighters touched gloves, put up their guards, and with a resounding DING! The fight had begun.
Both fighters circled each other to start, looking for any weaknesses as they patiently plodded around the ring. Phoenix threw the first strike, a jab that sneaked through the Queen’s guard and bopped her right on the cheek. The kickboxer gained a bit of momentum after that, following it up with a kick to her thigh and a short straight to her gut. Carnelian continued her tactic of encircling, throwing her first punch of the day which barely went wide from its target. Phoenix tried to capitalize, but was blocked by the Queen’s glove, then that same glove flung itself at her abdomen, landing in her abdomen with a thunk.
The veteran kickboxer felt the sting from the blow, but had no time to ready herself, feeling another shot to her ribs coming from the opposite direction. Carnelian had a smile on her face, momentum shifting her way in the fight as the bell rang to end the first round, both fighters walking back to their corners.
“She’s good.” Said Phoenix's cutwoman Azalea, who had a fight later on herself.
“She’s the queen, of course she’s good.”
“You’re the one who said you’d knock her out in round one.”
“I did say that, but after she nearly broke a rib, I think I'll take it back.”
In the other corner, the confidence was more palpable.
“You’ve got this, your majesty.”
“If I can just get a good hit on her…”
“You have the momentum, all you need to do is keep her at bay.”
“I know what I’m doing, Rose.”
DING!
The second round began like the first, with both fighters trying to find weaknesses in the other before laying down their cards. This time, the queen struck first, throwing an errant haymaker that flew just over Phoenix's head, causing the fox to count her lucky stars. The veteran fighter answered with a kick to her opponent’s ankle, knocking her off balance for a second before drilling her with an overhead left that slammed into her jaw. Carnelian stumbled, putting her guard in a defensive position until her ears stopped ringing. She could feel fists crash into her forearms and gloves, with every fourth punch or so hitting the target.
Phoenix smiled inwardly as she noticed where her opponent was: pinned against the ropes, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. She continued the assault with two jabs to her belly, then another pair to her ribcage. The queen broke the onslaught by grabbing her opponent by the waist and forcing her into a clinch, basically pushing herself off the ropes until the referee broke them up. The veteran kickboxer scoffed with begrudging respect at the clever move, then ate leather as the queen rocketed a straight to her jaw, sending a shockwave through her body.
The kickboxer staggered, allowing the queen to go on the offensive. She curled a fist into her foe’s side, then landed a right cross that connected right under Phoenix’s eye. Carnelian could hear her fallen father shout with glee as she hit her opponent with a hook that rattled her skull. The fox girl was saved by the bell, however, finally ending the walloping she was on the wrong end of.
“She’s wailing on you.” Azalea spoke with a shake, wiping the blood from her teacher’s face.
“I have to be more careful.”
“Just kill her. That’s what you always told me.”
Phoenix licked the blood from her busted lip, “It’s far easier said than done.”
Another toll, another round. Phoenix stood up from her stool and prepared herself for another beating, but the queen decided to start slow again. The veteran kickboxer watched her with anticipation, but soon she grew bored. She stepped forward, letting down her guard to let the queen think she had a shot, then a fist collided with Carnelian’s nose, then another drilled into her gut. The ruler was in shock, falling for the rather obvious faint.
Phoenix kept it up, giving the leader no time to counter as she sent punch after punch into every part of her body, trying to do as much damage as possible. But to her frustration, Carnelian didn’t go down. In fact, she barely even staggered. The kickboxer felt her rage boil-
THWACK!
The crowd gasped as the former champion went limp, her back crashing to the mat below with an echo. She looked up at the lights as the ref’s count rang through her ears. Phoenix’s mouthpiece had to be in the fourth row as she laid there, beginning to push herself up at the count of four. She got to her knees, then barely made it up to her feet in time, the ref shouting eight before stopping.
Carnelian stood in the neutral corner with a grin, flexing her muscles and staring Phoenix down as she stood.
“You should’ve stayed down.” The queen chided smugly. She didn’t get a response.
Azalea gave her teacher a new mouthpiece and the fight began again, but the rest of the round was one that both of them would want to forget. Phoenix’s vision was hazy, with one eye swollen and the other still rattling from the uppercut. She put up a weak guard that was quickly broken by a pair of hooks that sent her head side-to-side, a mix of blood and spit flying into the air. The veteran fighter was completely punchdrunk, drooling onto her chest. Carnelian stared at her handiwork for a few seconds before the bell rang to end the round, the queen wiping the coat of crimson off her royal gloves.
“What the fuck was that?!” The wolf shouted at her teacher, trying to get her head back down from dreamland.
“I was… too aggressive…”
“No shit!”
“Quit yelling.”
“No! I want you to kick her ass! Counter counter counter!”
Phoenix sighed, “I know what I’m doing.”
“Then show me, okay? You’re making me worried.”
“I just need to play more defense.”
“You better put your money where that mouth is.”
DING!
As if risen from the dead, Phoenix used her newfound approach to limit the Queen’s strikes as much as she could, making the next few rounds far more balanced, though far less exciting for the crowd. Both fighters landed the occasional hard blow, but neither seemed to get the upper hand. By the end of the eighth round, both were bloody, bruised, and battered to hell and back. When the bell rang to end it, the canvas was practically colored crimson, a mosaic of literal blood, sweat, and tears.
They both sat in their corners, staring each other down like predators fighting over their last meal. Phoenix’s left eye was swollen shut, the other was halfway there. The taste of blood filled her mouth as Azalea put ice on the bump and wiped her face with a wet towel. Carnelian didn’t look much better, a sizable cut above her right eye blurring her vision from all the blood running down her face. Though, it was her body that had taken the most damage, her abs as red as raw meat.
The bell rang for the start of round number nine, both fighters circling each other like they did at the start. Phoenix opened her guard for a moment, letting the queen take the bait and smashing a right cross into her liver. The veteran stayed stoic as she watched the Queen’s head snap backwards, blood flying into the stands before she received two hooks that swung her head back and forth like pinball. Carnelian staggered, throwing a straight that her opponent ducked and countered with a heavy uppercut to her solar plexus, making the queen spew crimson like a broken faucet as she was lifted off her feet.
The horde screamed with cheers as the queen doubled over on the mat, hearing the referee’s count echo through the arena.
“1…2…3…4…”
She didn’t stir.
“5…6…7…8…”
Phoenix heard her cough violently, that was about it.
“9…”
“10!”
The crowd cheered wildly as the man raised Phoenix’s arm into the air, Azalea running in to give her a hug as the final result was shouted through the PA system.
“AND YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT, WITH A MINUTE AND 25 SECONDS REMAINING IN THE NINTH ROUND, PHOENIX RILEY!”
The veteran kickboxer let out a slight grin, watching as the medical staff carried the queen away.
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samcarriespartan · 2 years
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Bandit Greatsword Demi-Human
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superposition-archive · 2 months
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[FANBOX] がうる・ぐら(Mini) | PossumMachine⚠️ | source: x
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gear-project · 1 month
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Long time no see. If I am correct, Zappa had managed to gain control of his ghosts and spirits, right with the Zappa Scale? In Guilty Gear's world, is there any lengths or training one can go in order control or tame spirits and ghosts? Is it possible Zappa might've had help from anyone in particular?
There is what is known as a "Contract" relationship between Humans and Demihumans when it comes to magic.
Alchemy (in A.B.A.'s case) is something similar, though equivalent exchange is required (having the same value as something else).
Rather, Testament's whole deal is that he had a Contract with a Demihuman as a Gear.
Ghosts aren't too far removed from most Demihumans (least of all someone like Izuna and his tribe...)
Of course the term "Demihuman" is the modern interpretation of Youkai from older games... so in that sense it's something of a modern retcon, but I digress.
Stereotypically you'd expect to make a contract with a DEMON... but most "Demons" are on the same level as ghosts and other spirits in Guilty Gear's World.
In fact... one such Demon was responsible for King Daryl's "Pudding Incident" (which Zappa resolved a while ago).
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artbyifer · 4 months
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Abelard
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solaceoftheshad0ws · 2 months
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Decided to actually draw an oc for once 😭 her names Inamourada (yes from lam 😔)
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bowenoke · 1 month
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havent watched/read dungeon meshi yet but im starting to understand via tumblr post that it's not a story where normal people eventually do profane things out of desperation but is in fact a story where a handful of freaks who are desperate to do some truly unnatural things give in as soon as they're given the opportunity. jury is still out over whether marcille and falin kiss though
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thenixkat · 24 days
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[ID: A two-panel sequence from Dungeon Meshi featuring Laios and Kabru talking.
Panel 1- Laios: Oh... There's no need to worry about the orcs.
Panel 2- Kabru: Huh? /End ID]
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[ID: A follow-up panel to the two above.
Kabru: What did they taste like? Laios (a bit panicked by the misunderstanding): No, no!! We didn't eat them! Due to certain circumstances, we're currently working with them! /End ID]
Still a fun sequence. Also probably points at different views on the orcs. Like, for Laios the orcs are people and also friends of Senshi and things were able to be resolved peacefully. Kabru, we know doesn't view demihumans as people, and thinks Laios being a dude down with eating fucking anything apparently probably ate orcs.
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