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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
The Ankha cosplay/alternates saga continues, with this time our dear Egyptian feline is mixed with a NPC from another franchise: Pokemon.
It's well-known that I do like the Hex Maniac by now. No matter how I feel about Pokemon as a whole, I do like their sense of design and the manic, cursed yet pretty woman known as the Hex Maniac is among my very favorites. To mix her with one of the most popular villager from Animal Crossing seemed like a fun idea, one that GAZZRR agreed with.
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Now, just what is she doing and who is she? Read on and find out!
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HEX CROSSING
There's a recluse on the island.
In this small but tight community, where bonds are forged and nurtured, where events go on and allow people to become fast friends, there is one person who just never shows up. She stays in her own home, never coming out be it day or night, sun or rain, no matter the holiday or context. The only one who do know who or what she is seems to be Isabelle and Tom Nook, though neither are all that willing to talk about her. No matter how often you ask, how subtly or openly you try to pry information, they won't say anything. The only thing you've been able to actually find is her name through not-entirely up-and-up means, prying through the registry when Isabelle had her back turned.
Ankha.
Whenever you do come near her house, there is an eerie feeling, a repulsion that transforms to fear whenever you approach too close. A barrier of some sort that somehow heighten anxiety and yet this must be some kind of impression and perception rather than a reality. It's just impossible for the stories younger children tell themselves to be true. You heard Timmy and Tommy just go on and tell how she's secretly a witch, that the island is her domain and place of power, that she just merely lets everyone live there for personal reasons. Late through the night, cackles can be supposedly heard as ethereal light is perceived through her windows. Kids have wild imagination and perhaps their tales have influenced your own idea of just who Ankha is...but no more.
Your curiosity is far too big and you wanna get to the bottom of it. Maybe she's just shy? Maybe she's more of a nocturnal person and miss out on celebrations? Perhaps it's some kind of argument or dislike of one or two people on the island that turned her into a recluse? No matter what the reason is, you need to know and thus you try to approach and the dread settles in as your skin crawls while you get closer and closer to her house. It's a perfectly well-kempt home, clean and without any apparent flaws, showing off that there is care put there...yet you've never seen her tend to the walls, roof or even the small garden filled with blue and black roses. You advance further and you feel a chill run down your spine. It feels unnatural, panic almost settling in and yet you go forth and try to think things through. Witches don't exist, only in tales for children. She's just someone who values her privacy and her intimacy, that's all.
Yet one more step, more than halfway to her door and it feels almost as if the light is being drained, leaving a purple kind of filter over everything. A slow music, exotic yet eerie, fills the air as by now you're wondering if this is just your own mind playing tricks or if there is something deeply sinister at play. A few more meters and the music gets more intense, your hands are shaking, you're sweating buckets, you're at a loss for words and then as you get to the door and force yourself to knock on her door...all of this fades away as the sunlight returns, the melody is gone and birds are chirping. You feel reassured that this was indeed your own thoughts leading you astray as you hear her voice.
“Hehehe...I didn't expect you so soon, Tom...me-meow...” you hear her, Ankha's voice being a bit raspy with a small accent and at least two verbal ticks. The cackling seems to be true, a little first impression that does not bode ill as the door opens itself on its own, creaking and then the sight of black light dives upon all that you see, giving a somber glow to everything. In the entrance alone you can find cobwebs and some golden oiled lamps trying to fend off obscurity with little success, but just enough to pave the way past the entry hall. “Don't be shy and come. My golden toilet is clogged...hehehe...”
That sounds bizarre enough and yet she seems to think of you as someone else as you enter and make yourself known. The décor is a mixture of Egyptian flairs and spooky vibes, with a large pyramid in the middle of the room and a sarcophagus bed on the far right corner. Golden scarabs, bandages that could have belonged to a mummy, hieroglyphs and many more such things can be seen as she approaches and Ankha is a feline...but a manic-looking one. Long blue hair, a golden cobra upon her brow, barely-clean robes full of spiderweb patterns, complete with eyes that glow in the dark and showcase spirals that just keep spinning on and on...on and on...on and on...
“Y-you're not Tom Nook...me-meow...” she says as she finally eyes you in shock. Her expression turn from being startled to some odd delight, her grin widening and becoming strange. Almost as if she was about to drool, there is a certain beauty beneath this mess, yet you can't help but stare into her eyes as you're just drawn to them. The swirl pattern is just too cyclical and easy to latch onto as she approaches without you even noticing. “Who are you, hehehehe?”
You tell her by pure automatism, not just desirous to introduce yourself, but because she asked. It's a most bizarre feeling, as if your actions and reactions weren't entirely your own as she observes you from head to toe. She invades your personal space, yet whenever her eyes remove themselves from your sight you regain a modicum of awareness, only for your own gaze to lock itself on hers whenever it's possible. You're not sure what is happening or why...but you might be in real trouble here.
“You must have immense willpower to move past my curses, hexes and barriers...I'm impressed, hehehehe...” Ankha goes on to say as she places one hand beneath your chin, gently grabbing it as her smile seems to be almost infectious. You try to not match it, to retain some small amount of control over yourself, but her gaze is so deep, the loops of swirls so deep and self-sustaining that it drills deep into the core of who you are no matter what. “But you're in my own place of power now, me-meow...And I think you'll be one of my new subjects.”
It seems and sound sinister, but her hold over you, both literal and figurative, seem far too hard to fight against. Any thought of rebellion is flushed away within her own stare as she approaches her own face close to yours as if she was about to kiss you...yet she never does. She just gravitates closer as her smell, her sheer aura goes on to permeate you as the clash between gold and blue, both on herself and in her own home begins to pulsate. She is darkness and riches, power and appeal all at once and your eyes soon mimic hers...and then her smile is also yours.
“So strong and yet so weak...pity, I wanted someone who could resist, hehehe...” Ankha says, sounding disappointed and yet unable to contain one more cackle as she removes her hand from your being and goes on to a corner behind the pyramid in her house. Despite her leaving your sight, she's still very much present as by now her spell is wrapped around your being, coiled upon your soul. The smell of incense, of herbs being burned and turned into smoke arrives as she carries a small ankh and makes it glow. “Oh well, might as well imprint you and make you my own familiar. Rejoice for this privilege, me-meow~”
The ankh glows as if it was being made hot, volcanic. Its warmth surrounds you as you feel a tingle on the lowest part of your neck. You can't see it, but you feel the symbol and how it's drawn as an ankh is being marked upon not just your flesh, but your spirit. It's far from hurtful, ecstatic even as it removes fear, doubt or even any remote ability to second-guess both yourself but most importantly her. You belong to her now, turned into an agent of her will and you won't even need to make a decision ever again. This you know deeply, accept it as the euphoria of being Ankha's fill you.
“Very, very good. I was looking for someone that might be either able to cook or perhaps do my laundry, hehehe,” Ankha says as she moves back to another corner of her home, one in which the golden toilet is indeed found as she grumbles. “Now be a dear and go get Tom Nook for me. I do need this repaired, me-meow.”
You do as she asks, for obedience is your purpose and servitude your role and privilege. You return to Town Hall as the ankh on your neck glows briefly, sapping away the spirals and the grin and yet as you approach both Isabelle and Tom Nook they look at you differently. You feel it in them too, that they are familiars upon this island that belongs to the mistress. An experiment and a haven-in-building for the witch cat, one where everyone would be either test subjects or servants, possibly both, for her to perfect her hexes and spells. People came and go at her own leisure, always needing new blood and new skills as you are one of the privileged few who'll forever remain by her side. Both Tom and Isabelle show their ankh and then the former goes to the mistress to indeed do as she asks. The bonds of slavery and adoration bind you together as you wonder who'll get to join your ranks...
And who'll get to leave, still forever changed by the hexes and curses of mistress Ankha.
The Ankha cosplay/alternates saga continues, with this time our dear Egyptian feline is mixed with a NPC from another franchise: Pokemon.
It's well-known that I do like the Hex Maniac by now. No matter how I feel about Pokemon as a whole, I do like their sense of design and the manic, cursed yet pretty woman known as the Hex Maniac is among my very favorites. To mix her with one of the most popular villager from Animal Crossing seemed like a fun idea, one that GAZZRR agreed with.
If you like their work and want to get a commission for yourself, do check out their prices https://www.deviantart.com/gazzrr/j.....lots-947437529
and their Patreon www.patreon.com/gazzrr/posts
No commission on my side, but I do have a Patreon as well https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now, just what is she doing and who is she? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
HEX CROSSING
There's a recluse on the island.
In this small but tight community, where bonds are forged and nurtured, where events go on and allow people to become fast friends, there is one person who just never shows up. She stays in her own home, never coming out be it day or night, sun or rain, no matter the holiday or context. The only one who do know who or what she is seems to be Isabelle and Tom Nook, though neither are all that willing to talk about her. No matter how often you ask, how subtly or openly you try to pry information, they won't say anything. The only thing you've been able to actually find is her name through not-entirely up-and-up means, prying through the registry when Isabelle had her back turned.
Ankha.
Whenever you do come near her house, there is an eerie feeling, a repulsion that transforms to fear whenever you approach too close. A barrier of some sort that somehow heighten anxiety and yet this must be some kind of impression and perception rather than a reality. It's just impossible for the stories younger children tell themselves to be true. You heard Timmy and Tommy just go on and tell how she's secretly a witch, that the island is her domain and place of power, that she just merely lets everyone live there for personal reasons. Late through the night, cackles can be supposedly heard as ethereal light is perceived through her windows. Kids have wild imagination and perhaps their tales have influenced your own idea of just who Ankha is...but no more.
Your curiosity is far too big and you wanna get to the bottom of it. Maybe she's just shy? Maybe she's more of a nocturnal person and miss out on celebrations? Perhaps it's some kind of argument or dislike of one or two people on the island that turned her into a recluse? No matter what the reason is, you need to know and thus you try to approach and the dread settles in as your skin crawls while you get closer and closer to her house. It's a perfectly well-kempt home, clean and without any apparent flaws, showing off that there is care put there...yet you've never seen her tend to the walls, roof or even the small garden filled with blue and black roses. You advance further and you feel a chill run down your spine. It feels unnatural, panic almost settling in and yet you go forth and try to think things through. Witches don't exist, only in tales for children. She's just someone who values her privacy and her intimacy, that's all.
Yet one more step, more than halfway to her door and it feels almost as if the light is being drained, leaving a purple kind of filter over everything. A slow music, exotic yet eerie, fills the air as by now you're wondering if this is just your own mind playing tricks or if there is something deeply sinister at play. A few more meters and the music gets more intense, your hands are shaking, you're sweating buckets, you're at a loss for words and then as you get to the door and force yourself to knock on her door...all of this fades away as the sunlight returns, the melody is gone and birds are chirping. You feel reassured that this was indeed your own thoughts leading you astray as you hear her voice.
“Hehehe...I didn't expect you so soon, Tom...me-meow...” you hear her, Ankha's voice being a bit raspy with a small accent and at least two verbal ticks. The cackling seems to be true, a little first impression that does not bode ill as the door opens itself on its own, creaking and then the sight of black light dives upon all that you see, giving a somber glow to everything. In the entrance alone you can find cobwebs and some golden oiled lamps trying to fend off obscurity with little success, but just enough to pave the way past the entry hall. “Don't be shy and come. My golden toilet is clogged...hehehe...”
That sounds bizarre enough and yet she seems to think of you as someone else as you enter and make yourself known. The décor is a mixture of Egyptian flairs and spooky vibes, with a large pyramid in the middle of the room and a sarcophagus bed on the far right corner. Golden scarabs, bandages that could have belonged to a mummy, hieroglyphs and many more such things can be seen as she approaches and Ankha is a feline...but a manic-looking one. Long blue hair, a golden cobra upon her brow, barely-clean robes full of spiderweb patterns, complete with eyes that glow in the dark and showcase spirals that just keep spinning on and on...on and on...on and on...
“Y-you're not Tom Nook...me-meow...” she says as she finally eyes you in shock. Her expression turn from being startled to some odd delight, her grin widening and becoming strange. Almost as if she was about to drool, there is a certain beauty beneath this mess, yet you can't help but stare into her eyes as you're just drawn to them. The swirl pattern is just too cyclical and easy to latch onto as she approaches without you even noticing. “Who are you, hehehehe?”
You tell her by pure automatism, not just desirous to introduce yourself, but because she asked. It's a most bizarre feeling, as if your actions and reactions weren't entirely your own as she observes you from head to toe. She invades your personal space, yet whenever her eyes remove themselves from your sight you regain a modicum of awareness, only for your own gaze to lock itself on hers whenever it's possible. You're not sure what is happening or why...but you might be in real trouble here.
“You must have immense willpower to move past my curses, hexes and barriers...I'm impressed, hehehehe...” Ankha goes on to say as she places one hand beneath your chin, gently grabbing it as her smile seems to be almost infectious. You try to not match it, to retain some small amount of control over yourself, but her gaze is so deep, the loops of swirls so deep and self-sustaining that it drills deep into the core of who you are no matter what. “But you're in my own place of power now, me-meow...And I think you'll be one of my new subjects.”
It seems and sound sinister, but her hold over you, both literal and figurative, seem far too hard to fight against. Any thought of rebellion is flushed away within her own stare as she approaches her own face close to yours as if she was about to kiss you...yet she never does. She just gravitates closer as her smell, her sheer aura goes on to permeate you as the clash between gold and blue, both on herself and in her own home begins to pulsate. She is darkness and riches, power and appeal all at once and your eyes soon mimic hers...and then her smile is also yours.
“So strong and yet so weak...pity, I wanted someone who could resist, hehehe...” Ankha says, sounding disappointed and yet unable to contain one more cackle as she removes her hand from your being and goes on to a corner behind the pyramid in her house. Despite her leaving your sight, she's still very much present as by now her spell is wrapped around your being, coiled upon your soul. The smell of incense, of herbs being burned and turned into smoke arrives as she carries a small ankh and makes it glow. “Oh well, might as well imprint you and make you my own familiar. Rejoice for this privilege, me-meow~”
The ankh glows as if it was being made hot, volcanic. Its warmth surrounds you as you feel a tingle on the lowest part of your neck. You can't see it, but you feel the symbol and how it's drawn as an ankh is being marked upon not just your flesh, but your spirit. It's far from hurtful, ecstatic even as it removes fear, doubt or even any remote ability to second-guess both yourself but most importantly her. You belong to her now, turned into an agent of her will and you won't even need to make a decision ever again. This you know deeply, accept it as the euphoria of being Ankha's fill you.
“Very, very good. I was looking for someone that might be either able to cook or perhaps do my laundry, hehehe,” Ankha says as she moves back to another corner of her home, one in which the golden toilet is indeed found as she grumbles. “Now be a dear and go get Tom Nook for me. I do need this repaired, me-meow.”
You do as she asks, for obedience is your purpose and servitude your role and privilege. You return to Town Hall as the ankh on your neck glows briefly, sapping away the spirals and the grin and yet as you approach both Isabelle and Tom Nook they look at you differently. You feel it in them too, that they are familiars upon this island that belongs to the mistress. An experiment and a haven-in-building for the witch cat, one where everyone would be either test subjects or servants, possibly both, for her to perfect her hexes and spells. People came and go at her own leisure, always needing new blood and new skills as you are one of the privileged few who'll forever remain by her side. Both Tom and Isabelle show their ankh and then the former goes to the mistress to indeed do as she asks. The bonds of slavery and adoration bind you together as you wonder who'll get to join your ranks...
And who'll get to leave, still forever changed by the hexes and curses of mistress Ankha.
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