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Blood and Birth II

There are 2 versions because the original was the orange one, but something doesn't sit right with me.. so i asked my friends then wrecked my brain and then ended up with the left one :')

I love this part of his story, the way his new "crystal" is from one of his blades? damn. I also wanted to say "goodbye" to his old design, this will be the last time i draw it... qwq

Story below~

At the highest point of the Sanguine Lair stood a sacred chamber.

An enormous blood orb hung suspended above, beating like a heart. A thin vein of abyssal magic fed it drop by drop, until the crimson gathered below, forming a pool—where Alice nurtured her Blood Demons.

It was here Dyrroth had once been reborn. And years later, here he returned.

Blood Demons only needed this place once. But Dyrroth was no demon. He was hunger, he was defiance, and he craved more.

He cast his wrist blades into the pool and stepped into its center. A droplet struck his face, and then the pool surged. Crimson waves rose, pulling him down into its depths.

There, in the dark blood, he saw himself.

A broken body. A hollow face. The memory of his first, bitter defeat.

How pitiful. How weak. Is this truly the Prince of the Abyss?

The whispers circled him.

Snarling, Dyrroth lunged. His claws tore into the figure, ripping the crystal from its chest. He hurled it aside.

 “No… I refuse this. I will not accept weakness.” His voice shook with rage. “I want more power!”

Then prove you are worthy.

Before him, his wrist blades reformed, sharper, heavier with new power. One slipped, clattering at his feet. He picked it up.

And without hesitation, Dyrroth drove the blade into his own chest.

Agony ripped through him. Light and darkness collided, tearing his flesh, clawing at his soul, fighting to consume each other. His roar echoed through the blood as the clash became one, inseparable. The boundary between life and death dissolved.

His clone sank pale into the pool.

And from its drowning silence, the new Dyrroth rose.

He never once looked back.

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Blood and Birth I

Excited for his revamp coming in 2 weeks!! I want to thank Moonton for giving me so much food regarding Abyss lore + new voicelines 😇💜

I tried to rewrite his revamped story to match the drawing~

“Brother!”

That one word. No blade, no magic, had ever cut deeper than that damn word.

As if woven by a spell, Dyrroth hesitated.

But Silvanna did not. Her holy spear pierced straight through the crystal on his chest.

A flood of memories surged. Laughter in a golden palace. A crown. A name he no longer recognized.

Whose memories are these? Mine…?

He tried to grasp them, but another voice rose louder. Alice, always by his side. Thamuz, hammering strength into his bones. The Abyss, calling him its Son.

…That past life meant nothing.

Snarling, Dyrroth wrapped his hand around the spear, blood burning against steel. With a cry that shook the night, he tore it from his chest. His body collapsed, plunging back into the shadows below.

Back to where he truly belonged.

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Summer ft. Abyss fam! ☀️

Story below~

The sun beamed through the clouds, and the summer breeze hit just right. 
A group of demons (plus an elf and an orc) strolled in a loose line along the sidewalk. Most passersby weren’t brave enough to even look at them.

“Remind me why I’m here again?” Balmond groaned.

Dyrroth, walking ahead with a cracked soda can in hand, replied, “We needed someone to carry our luggage.”

Balmond grunted, adjusting the heavy bags in his grip. is shoulder started to ache as Helcurt clung lazily to him, snoring faintly.

Dyrroth’s gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead.

“I think I’ve been here before!” Selena suddenly cheered, squeezing Chama’s hand.

“Oh, really?” Chama walked beside her, tote bag swinging on her right arm.

“Mhm!” Selena’s eyes sparkled. “There was this amazing shave ice. It was soooo good~ We should go there now!”

Chama nodded. She glanced back to see her prince closing his eyes, his tail swaying uneasy and… 

Was that a little pout on his face? 

She chuckled under her breath.

Moskov walked quietly beside Dyrroth, hardly noticing the others. His attention was fixed on the scenery rolling by. “Mmm… This is nice,” he hummed to himself.

At the very front of the group, Thamuz and Alice were locked in a bickering match worthy of an old married couple.

“I’ve told you numerous times,” Alice snapped, “no skydiving. We do not have the time for it!”

“Well— make time!” Thamuz roared.

The bickering didn’t end until they reached the beach’s entrance.

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Also did a study of his new armor!! Hnggg the revamp made him looked more mature… i love it so much….

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Happy belated birthday, Dy💜

Extras below~

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Celebrating my bday with a splash art of my oc, Chama!🥰💜

I’ve made a lore summary and her skills down below~

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"I hereby declare that you're now the Prince of Flowers!"

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Spring-themed art for an event on Twt! 🌹💜

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A very, very self-indulgent story that i made for myself- ended up drawing it bcs i crave them.. 🫴

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Assassin along with a support!reader who is in the opposite team. sfw, gn!reader, slightly obsessive themes, convincing you to join them instead

✩　featuring: dyrroth, julian

It was quite scary how the enemy assassin kept glancing your way as if you're his prey. However, it only worsened when Dyrroth was carrying his team. So to roam around the map to get your job done always sent you in a panicky mess.

Now, your team has been wiped out, leaving you as the last one standing. Your mind raced with frantic thoughts as you warily turned your head at every bush you passed. You ducked inside one, pressing yourself low as a shiver ran through you at the thought that, at any moment, he would come for you—

“Boo. So this where you were hiding,” The voice came out of the blue as you felt your blood running cold. He chuckles mixed with the raspy and calm tone of his voice as your body trembles beneath him.

You cowered at the sound near your ear and tried to escape but he was faster. His hand quickly clamped over your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in—trapping you against him as you could feel his chest press against your back.

Dyrroth mutters lowly and it sends shivers down your spine, “Why not be my healer? That damned Duke doesn't even deserve you.” He scowls, clicking his tongue, “Such a waste of power.”

You only shook your head, trying to speak up for your jungler but it came out muffled against his palm. He notices this and removes his hand and you instantly gasp. “He’s not w-weak! You're just—”

“Strong.” He finished for you, chuckling. “Yeah, that much is obvious, isn’t it?” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you even closer, his head nuzzling against your neck.

The whimper you let out was weak and quiet as if you're hesitant to disagree with what he said despite knowing it's true. The recent Savage! notification was evident.

“I’ll make sure to win this little game for ya’,” He murmured, his tone mixed with confidence. “And once this is over, you can come to me, yeah? With me, you'll effortlessly play your role, and I'll carry you alll the time. You won't have to worry not a single bit.”

You did felt a streak of loses and this was one of the great offers one could give to you. You unhesitatingly opened your eyes as it landed on his. “Really…?”

The innocent sight in front of him made him feel something stir deep inside. He smiles wildly as he pulls you close, “Yeah, you're going to be my own little princess.”

Now, it was just the three of you—him, you, and your jungler—contesting the turtle where the other players were busy clearing their lanes.

You knew from the moment Julian earned the Triple Kill! notification that this match was going to be rough—it hadn’t even been five minutes!

Your role as a healer would require ten times the effort compared to other games. But what irritated you most was the way he mocked your team, especially the jungler you supported, leaving everyone dead except you. And somehow, that made you feel something.

The assassins were neck to neck as they fought. Despite your consistent healing and telling him to retreat for now, your jungler was stubborn—so prideful and insistent—that had cost him an embarrassing streak of deaths.

As you see your jungler fall, your feet scramble to get away, fearing he'd kill you this time. But he snatches you instantly by the waist. You closed your eyes, covering your face as you wished he'd just slay you immediately.

He lets out a huff of amusement, “It’s a lil’ adorable when you cower in fear.” He takes to pry one of your hands that you were using to hide your face. “It's as if you weren't watching my every move.”

His words sank in and your face flushed a deep shade of red. The sight made him chuckle. You stammered, trying to defend yourself. “I—I wasn’t! I was just keeping an eye on you—”

The grin that stretched across his face made you stop mid-sentence. He clearly wasn’t buying it.

“Keeping an eye on me, stalking me—Sure, but aren't they the same thing?” He lets out another chuckle, “I don't bite, sweetheart. If you could just tell me you want me, then I'm all yours—”

Your heart fluttered wildly as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t just say things like that…”

“Sure,” he only chuckled, finding you quite adorable, “Anything for you.”

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Annual Dance 2024!💜✨

Its a tradition for me to draw them dancing every year, and this year is the fourth one! I love dancing pose so much because its so fun to draw and it feels so romantic for me.. :”D

A little story below!

“We’ve done this every year, but why am I still nervous?” She murmured, pressing a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Nervous? Really?” a teasing voice echoed. Two mismatched eyes glimmered in the dark, and though they might seem unsettling to others, to her, they felt like home.

“A little,” she admitted softly.

A figure stepped into the moonlight, revealing the Prince Dyrroth’s familiar smirk. “Here,” he said, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “Take this. It might help.”

She hesitated, then stepped forward, placing her hand in his. “And if it doesn’t?”

“You doubt the Prince of the Abyss, who has own-- i mean, known you for years? I know how to make you feel good and what not,” he teased, letting out a low chuckle. “Just trust me. Breathe. You’ve got this.” His other hand gently guided her closer.

The music began, and they moved together, her initial tension melting away with every step. She closed her eyes, letting him lead, until the rhythm carried her completely. When she opened them, He was watching her with that same smirk, his gaze warm and unwavering.

As the final note faded, She broke the silence. “What if next year.. we invite others to join us?”

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “I don’t mind. I do think it's time to show off our dancing skill to others. I bet they'll get jealous~”

Her smile brightened at his approval, and his voice softened to a whisper. “Until next year, Chama.”

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It was a year of many farming sim games and many smoochies being drawn! :D July was dominated by Art Fight and I had a hard time picking one work cause I genuinely enjoyed so many of them! And October sure was a month of "I'm dying at work send help" Here is just a single sketch! xD;; December was more packed with arts... I wanted to fit the last piece I did but also I really loved the Fan Art of Fields of Mistria I did so...at the end I picked it.

Here is to 2025 ~ may the arts improve further and hopefully The Sneric Comic will be finished as well xD; I need more Sneric arts next year

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Photocard c0mmish of the demons c:

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Before vs after!

Drew the before one when i had an artblock, liked how it turned out then decided to spend more time with it! :D

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Fields of Mistria fan arts!! The Shooting Star Festival was so cute... I wanted to draw something about it. :'D Only reason my farmer is standing up is cause I wanted to draw a flowy dress lol;;;;

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Helloo!! It’s been so long since i last painted something and here it is.. my new hyperfixation.. 👀🤌

It took me a while to finish this because i had to make a new character for him— i’m happy with how she turned out!! Though i might change some of her parts but for now.. she’ll do! :D

A little story below!

Haven

A sturdy branch of the old tree serves as their not-so-secret haven. Nestled among the rustling leaves, it offers everything they need. Sunlight filters through the canopy and the faint murmur of distant voices blends with the occasional chatter and saurians, creating a tranquil symphony. It’s the perfect spot—a world of their own—where they can share quiet embraces, away from prying eyes.

That is, until the tiny pixel dragon returns from his timeout, who is ready to break the calm with his fiery antics.

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The air was getting cooler, and the leaves were turning from green to orange. It was the perfect time for “castle hunting” —by that they mean, they’re looking for the next annual dance venue.

“Ooh, this one looks nice! I love the garden and the founta—” She didn’t see the banana peel on the ground and slipped. As she braced for the fall with her eyes shut, Dy grabbed her by the waist and hand, pulling her close.

“Looks like someone’s a little *too* excited for the dance,” he teased with a laugh. Her cheeks turned red, and she buried her face in his chest.

“S-Shut up...”