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k-kirexxovo · 26 days
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my current sillies doing normal behaviors
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reference pics under cut
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im planning on making one more for 🗣️TROUNT ‼️ I desperately need to draw bandog or mckinsey being a hater
totally open to suggestions that are somewhat similar ^^^^
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mt10lt20 · 2 months
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Ace Combat Zero - A moment's rest (Cipher/ Pixy)
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A short respite from forever sorties.
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eddiebrockx · 2 months
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“Want to dance?”
A drawing for my awesome amazing friend @mossyflowers for winning my birthday quiz !!!! Thanks for giving me the prompt to draw these two 🩷🫶✨
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heroicmeep · 1 month
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happy birthday, ace combat zero
feat the ciphers of myself, @k-kirexxovo@three-strikes-of-void@mossyflowers@eddiebrockx@rijuaavara and logo by @cutiequisitor
and pixy!
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rijuaavara · 3 months
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Watched this: https://youtu.be/epcLeOr6xb0?si=JiYGn-nW1Sj3yJij Video and wanted to paint a sky similar to it to get better at clouds and stuff and it looked so pretty that I decided to put the two in there aswell It just turned 12 pm and I'm just rambling lmao, hope I get more motivation to draw them in the future
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tomc4t · 28 days
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Some silly doodles of AC 0/4/7 pilots, done on the shared GAYCE combat whiteboard.
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More/Closer pictures underneath.
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Me and all my shitty ace combat ships <3
You can tell how I progressively get lazier with each pilot.
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Featuring my additions to the Count Shrine.
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dreamblasterharuka · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday 12/6/23
“You have an accent.”
Only when he’s drunk. Belkan wasn’t a popular accent to have outside of Belka, so he’s probably more cautious about it than he needs to be. He doesn’t care that Cipher knows. In fact, he’s glad. Despite their blood and reputation, they were kind. Better than the stuck up nobles masquerading as warriors.
Kind enough to help him out of his boots when his fingers lacked the coordination. Their hands were warm when they pulled his fumbling hands away from his scarf to undo the knot themself. Were it anyone else, he’d be offended. But they knew what that old piece of fabric meant to him. They wouldn’t rip it.
They leaned in close, letting him see all the curves and lines of their face. Their eyelashes fluttered over their crystalline eyes, focused intently on his neck. He’s smiling like an idiot, but he can’t help it. Cipher barely looks up, and rolls their eyes, but the slight tug of their lips is more than worth it.
“Ich liebe dich.”
He doesn’t know if they know what it means, but the slight moment of hesitation tells him. Despite their cold exterior, Cipher could be more emotive than he was.
“You are drunk.”
Both of those statements are correct.
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cptnruski · 2 years
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Ace Combat Zero lives rent free in my head. A slightly older Pixy from the monster of a Ciphixy WIP in my folder of shit to write.
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ptilopseth · 5 months
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duo wing / seth ciphixy is objectively funny because i absolutely would crash and die and explode and or blow up in the very first sortie. so its kind of funny to imagine im just a random clown pixy found someday and i kind of just wont leave him alone
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acecombatmutual · 4 years
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sorry but the mental image of cipher and pixy getting into a melee fight at the end of ‘zero’ is so great cause i just imagine pixy brandishing some kinda knife or something (have it on his person for.. in case of this?) and he backs cipher into a corner like ‘youre too good to kill me. right, buddy?? or are you gonna live up to your name?’ and he like guilts cipher into thinking that if he wins that means he wants war & suffering to continue and then we get the dual pixy-at-the-end-of-his-rope analysis and the cipher analysis
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k-kirexxovo · 1 month
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sleeping arrangements....
i have an ac0 AU where Cipher is a birdman. he's got wings and feathers etc etc. yeagh.....
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(i Did Not want to continue the really nice paintover style i did for their faces bc it took FOREVER BLEEHH) more xtra stuff under cut
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mt10lt20 · 2 months
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Ace Combat Zero - Ciphixy, Bad ending
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"How did you not know? You were my reason to fight."
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slapshot-idiot · 1 year
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Fear, gives you wings.
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what if i do a screenshot redraw of one of my favorite scenes and make it my fav blorbos? haha jkjkjk unless- 👀
original screenshot(s) under cut :]
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heroicmeep · 1 month
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oomf and moot
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rijuaavara · 2 months
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The Girls, inspired by the female versions of @mt10lt20 Cipher especially looks so evil in this lmao, but I like the single colour background, I don't usually just put a bright colour in it but this one really works. I should do it more often
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dreamblasterharuka · 5 months
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In Our Bedroom After the War
For @mt10lt20 with the prompt
Ello got an idea! But no pressure at all and feel free to ignore (cos life happens!) would really like to see your AU take on a Cipher, Pixy, Trigger as a fam. No specific characterizations from me. Your take!
Pixy and Merlin need to catch an early morning flight.
So it was mostly Pixy and Trigger, because I haven’t done anything with those two yet. I hope you enjoy! Title comes from In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars
Also on AO3
It felt like every time Pixy thought he got over his hubris, he was proved horribly, horribly wrong. Granted, he wasn’t dying this time, or doing his best to set the world on fire, but it certainly felt like it.
He blearily watched as the digital clock flickered to 3:31 a.m., hand still on the snooze button. Back when he was a young man, early morning flights and sleep deprivation were par for the course. Just get on the plane and pass out until arrival. Half of the time, he was up until an hour or two before he had to leave enjoying the local nightlife. After retiring from the skies, he still got up early by virtue of never having the luxury of sleeping in. An early flight should have been fine.
This was not fine. Pixy wasn’t a young man anymore. He was a civilian with a spouse and a kid, who worked normal, human hours. It really didn’t help that he rarely slept well without Cipher, and his buddy was on the other side of the continent for a contract. They were well out of harm’s way, but it didn’t ease any of his anxieties that something horrible would happen to them before they got home. When he got the opportunity to see them, he got over-excited and booked the first flight out.
3:32. As tired as he was, time was still moving forward, and he only had some much time to make it through airport security. He forced himself out of bed, and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He trudged down the hallway, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, to his daughter’s room. As expected, Merlin was still fast asleep, clutching her doggy.
The little stuffed animal was an impulse buy. Pixy saw the dog…wolf (it was orange, so it might’ve been a fox, but he personally thought it looked like a dog) and had to get it. Cipher gave him a lot of shit about the great Solo Wing Pixy, infamous mercenary, being forced to buy stuffed animals, but it was Merlin’s favorite and she carried it everywhere. So there.
“Merlin. It’s time to get up kiddo.”
She groaned, and honestly, he agreed.
“C’mon. We’re gonna go see Cipher.”
She shot right up, rubbing her eyes. “M’kay.”
“Do you need help getting dressed?”
She shook her head.
“Alright, I’m gonna go make breakfast now.”
“Okay.”
It was way too early, but the routine was mostly the same. Get the coffee machine working, only one cup this time, and only two slices of bread in the toaster. On other days, he would try to make something healthier, but this would have to do for now.
Merlin stumbled into the kitchen, fully dressed, and tugged on his pant leg. He scooped her up, sat her down at the edge of the sink, and poured her a glass of milk. When the toast was ready, he spread strawberry jam on both and passed one to her. They ate their breakfast in silence over the sink, way too tired to make any conversation. Cipher hated when he ate over the sink like this, but they weren’t there and Merlin was a good secret keeper. After finishing his off, he washed his hands and nearly poured water straight onto Merlin in a father of the year move, before helping her down.
Loading the car was easy. He still packed light, so it was easy to pack all of their stuff in one large duffel bag. Merlin was old enough to get herself situated, but she hadn’t gotten seatbelts down quite yet. They were still working on it, but it wasn't hard to help her. 
The streets were still night dark when they set out. It would be at least an hour before light would even begin to peak over the horizon. He kept an ear on the radio for any traffic updates, but he was pretty sure they’d make there before the morning rush got too bad. Aside from that, it was just boring local news. He tried to comment on them when he could think of something to say, since he read somewhere that it was good for childrens’ development, but she never responded. Hopefully she was listening, and he wasn’t just talking to the air. 
They made it to the airport several hours before they needed to be on the plane. Security was always hit or miss. Volunteering his services in the war and other shady backroom deals covered up most of his records, but sometimes people still remembered him from the documentary. At best, it was an incredibly awkward meeting with security. The extra time was for nothing, and they made it through fairly quick. 
Merlin wanted to walk all the way to the terminal on her own. Unfortunately, their terminal was halfway across the airport, which was just a little too much for the toddler, so he carried her most of the way. He did let her down for the conveyor belt hallways to race. Pixy only let her win half of the time, just to keep things exciting.
It was enough to tucker her out a little, and she seemed content to sit on his lap and point at different planes in her picture book. Every so often he was reminded how calm she was for her age. It had to have come from Cipher, because it sure as hell didn’t come from him. Most of his first memories were of causing problems and getting into trouble. 
The wait felt like an eternity. By the time the boarding call finally came around, they were both half-asleep. But the second other passengers started lining up, Merlin immediately perked up. As he carried her onto the plane, she kept bouncing up and down in his arms.
She clambered over to the window the moment he let her down at their seats. He was pretty sure she would smoosh her face into it if he let her. He had to tell her three times to sit down so he could buckle her. Even then, she leaned up as far as she could go, eyes sparkly.
To an outsider, she just looked like an excitable little kid flying for the first time, but Pixy knew better. He knew that look. He had seen it in the face of every pilot worth their salt. He saw it in Cipher. He used to see it in himself, but he knew that light dimmed well before the end. 
Cipher told him not to worry, but he couldn’t help the dread that pooled in his stomach. Flying was his passion, what he lived for, but it was entwined with pain and violence. For each good memory, there was a devastating loss. Every victory came with someone’s death, soldier or civilian. The world was constantly at the brink of war, and he didn’t have the faith in humanity to think that would change. He didn’t want that for her.
His stomach swooped as they finally lifted off the ground. Lingering anxiety from when he was shot down still clung to him like smoke, no matter how many times he’d done this by now.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look!”
Merlin grabbed his shoulder and shook as hard as she could, which wasn’t very hard. She pointed to the ground, which was rapidly getting farther and farther away. They watched as people, then vehicles, then buildings all shrunk down and began to disappear. After a little bit of turbulence, they breached through the clouds into the clear sky above.
It all seemed so inconsequential from all the way up here. And maybe it was. Maybe he could afford to finally relax and let the chips fall where they may. 
Pixy settled in and watched his daughter watch the clouds. They still had plenty of time.
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