#vixiee

[fi-fi-squeaks]

Thinking about Charlotte

When I met my friend Allfia, I knew that I had found an amazing artist and friend. They gave me one of my favorite Vixiee pieces of all time that I will be printing and putting up in a frame when I get a little more money after this recent move. But let me tell you about the time they created my current favorite WoW OC.

(Art by Allfia)

I still remember when I contacted allfia to create some art for me. I literally asked her to give me a blood elf fencer and said "she was free "You are free to design whatever you like, as long as she is black and is a fencer."

Apparently this thrilled them over the moons because I got a ton of design sketches over the time that followed. And I'd like to share those with you.

(Art by Allfia)

Slowly, I got to see this beautiful woman come to be and it was pure magic ya'll. My vague concept of a pirate hunter and her cute look even got Allfia to make this fun little reaction.

(Art by Allfia)

And it culminated in this piece that is just god damned stunning.

(Art by Allfia)

What I'm saying is you should go and support Allfia. They will stream art and they are just a really awesome chill person. https://x.com/okayheyoallfia

[vixieevox]

More than Goblin, More than Machine

Even with the sounds of combat still fresh in the troll’s ears, he could hardly believe that it was all caused by one goblin.

He could hear her heavy footsteps stomping through the camp towards the tent he thought to use as shelter. His heart raced and beat a savage hasty beat as his mind tried to find some advantage that could get him out of this mess. His mouth was dry, his throat may as well have been filled with sand, as he gulped down air and prayed to whatever Loa would listen.

Then he saw the metallic fingers thrust through the tent flaps, then jerk the tarp open revealing him to the woman called Nixxa.

“There you are.” Nixxa said, her face a mask of detachment. “You know what’s about to happen right?”

“Nah, please, joo be havin’ a price? I be willin’ to pay it?” The troll said.

When Nixxa said nothing and reached for her weapon, the troll bowed his head and crawled on his hands and knees towards the mechanogoblin. He grabbed hold of Nixxa’s pant leg and whined for forgiveness and mercy. The sight may have been pitiable to even the coldest of hearts, had Nixxa not known what the troll and his ilk were up to. She could only scoff and adjust the aim on her pistol.

“You,” Nixxa said as she pulled back the pistol’s hammer, “rob others of their rights of life, and you expect me to show you any kindness?”

The troll shook his head madly and squeezed his fingers around Nixxa’s legs, his fingers tightening around the cold unfeeling metal that her clothing hid.

“Ya gotta be understandin’ mon, I jes be followin’ orders.” The troll said.

Nixxa shook her head.

“Wrong orders.” She said as she pulled the trigger.

The pistols explosion rang out across Stranglethorn Vale. Birds who had thought it safe to return to that stretch of jungle flew away from the thunderous noise. As if on cue, a wind blew through the trees and rustled through half-dead leaves that crinkled in the breeze.

Nixxa raised the pistol then stepped away from the corpse and turned her head to survey the damage.

To the east and west were broken cages that once held enslaved murlocs, orcs, trolls, and humans and were now little more than burning piles of wood. To the north was a watch tower that leaned heavily to the side from where one of Nixxa’s rockets had blasted an ogre through. To the south was the shoreline and the dock that could have been used as a port, had Nixxa not set fire to it during her assault.

All told, the operation was a success. The slaves were freed, and the slavers dealt with.

But the raid carried a heavy price as a lucky bullet dinged her power supply which made it easier to move around even with all of her inner modifications. It made every step a laborious thing, and every motion take an agonizingly long time.

“Guess I overdid it…” Nixxa said to no one in particular.

She shrugged and pressed a button on her wrist bound remotes to activate her machines self-repairing helper-bots. Hidden pockets in her elbows and knees opened wide venting a blast of steam before four metal spheres were dumped out around her. After a moment, the machines unfolded and became small robots with golden workhats and tools of silver and bronze.

The machines clicked and beeped with a pleasing tinny sound, then clambered atop Nixxa’s Chassis to make repairs and adjustments. As she felt the first of the dents popped out and smoothed, the mechanogoblin shut her eyes and breathed in deep.

Regular maintenance was so important to her tech, but she couldn’t help but treat it as the pampering that many goblins loved. Even if she was mostly machine, she was still a goblin at heart.

Nixxa breathed in deeply, then shut her eyes as she left the bots to do their work. The field may not have been the best place for repairs, but unless she felt like spending a week to get back to civilization, it would have to be done. She only hoped that she was all alone for the minutes that repairs would take.

Crack

Her head snapped up as she heard the crunch of twigs to the east. She darted her eyes towards the sound and activated her scopes lenses to peer into the distance. At first she couldn’t tell what she had heard, until she saw a female goblin in heavy armor at the lead.

This woman had red hair that was tied back into a pony-tail, with a studded metal skull clip keeping her tresses out of her eyes. Her armor was dark red, with a black blue tabard with a stylized goblin’s face upon the front. The woman moved with confidence and purpose and seemed to know how to use the sword and shield in hand.

Is she an enemy? Nixxa thought as she raised the pistol and aimed it for the woman’s head. If she is, then she’ll have to go.

As the woman stepped into the clearing, Nixxa cleared her throat and shouted out.

“Halt! Who are you?” Nixxa said.

The goblin woman moved like lightning and slammed the shield into the ground as a brace. She narrowed her eyes and stared ahead until her eyes met Nixxa’s even from that far away distance.

When the unknown goblin spoke, she spoke with the very same pride that Nixxa noticed in her gait.

“I’m Vixiee Bootsguard! Trade Princess of…”

Nixxa squeezed the trigger and fired a shot. Vixiee moved her shield. When the bullet struck the shield, it collided and sparked with blue-white surges of electricity, clearly a souped up Engineering design.

“Don’t want Trade Princes here! This slave camp is no more! Go back now or I’ll finish you off.” Nixxa said.

There was a pause between the two women. Nixxa wondered if Vixiee was waiting for a sniper to move to place, or if she was considering her odds in taking down Nixxa. The mechanogoblin even wondered if Vixiee would back off and hide as most trade princes did.

She was quite surprised when Vixiee dropped her sword and shield on the ground, spread her arms wide, and smiled.

“NOT FAIR!” She called out, “I wanted to take these losahs out myself! Mind if I come closer so we can talk?”

Nixxa stared at Vixiee. She could hear the sincerity in the Trade Princess’ words. She could see the confidence in the woman’s stance, even noticing how her knees were braced for fast movement. Vixiee’s left foot was hooked beneath the strap to her shield, as if ready to kick it up at a moment’s notice to defend herself. It was clear that she was a warrior, too shrewd to take an uncalculated risk.

Even if she hated the Cartels…perhaps this one was less dangerous at arm’s reach then far away.

Nixxa lowered her arm as the repair bots continued their work.

Vixiee smiled and kicked up her shield resetting it on her back.

Little did Nixxa know, that Vixiee had already decided to hire the slavebreaker as another hired hand.

[fence-macabre]

"Ladies and gents, it's been almost a year and I still pinch myself sometimes because I can NOT believe I'm living the life millions only dream of! 'Amazing' doesn't begin to describe the one-of-a-kind opportunities this job has opened up for me! I'm making friends across the world, adding two extra commas to my salary, and improving lives--all while working wherever I choose! Are YOU ready to join me? With the right work ethic and a little elbow grease, you too could be living large in just a few months! Ask me how!"

A feeble groan jolts Vixiee Ficklepocket out of her reverie. Half-finished pamphlets and pen are stuffed hastily underbelt, and with a few quick steps and a swift WHACK from a sandbag the unlucky mook on the ground slumps back unconscious once more.

Sure, maybe someday they'll start sending tougher guys to collect. After all, you don't just rack up hundreds of thousands in debt without someone getting impatient for their money. Still, she thinks as she steps over the bodies of the latest to come calling, you'd think if folks are gonna spring for muscle, they'll at least hire someone who was more of a challenge. Oh, well--can't launch a self-owned business empire off the ground without hitting a few snags, right? Orgrimmar wasn't built in a day, after all, and they didn't let those snags stop them from erecting an entire damn city in the desert!

The wagon jostles as she clambers back up into the driver's seat, glass rattling dully in the crates upon crates stacked in the back. A quick snap of the reigns snaps the yoked boar into movement, and Vixiee settles back to enjoy the ride and keep working on her pitch, chewing the scuffed and scratched bedazzled cap of her pen in thought.

"Don't be afraid of change--be afraid of being in the exact same spot next year! Watch me or join me!"

[stranglethorn-bonfire-bash]

Credit: Vixvox3 / Lulu

“ Doing the art fight as Fiona this year but here's what Vixiee will be wearing to the beach bash. Art by Lulu “

[yikeslacey]

About us @vixiee

[fi-fi-squeaks]

I am loving SF6! What a great game. I'm not very good just yet but I'm going to keep trying to get better. Also meet my OC, Vixiee.

Currently, my online record with Marisa is pretty bad. But I'm inspired to keep going. I did improve by 5% since the weekend. So I'm climbing up.

[vixieevox]

A Dinner for a friend

Few people outside of her circle of friends would guess that the self-proclaimed world's strongest woman had a softer side to her. It was an easy enough mistake to make when one made their living on bleeding and being bled to protect others from the evils of the world. For many guardians, such a life would be the whole of their existences, but for Vixiee Bootsguard, it was business as usual. After the investigation into the Fracking machines in Southern Barrens, Vixiee had taken a day to herself in her home in Nagrand. She had secured permission from the native Mag'har Warsong orcs to claim one of the huts for herself and she turned it into a palace worthy of her temperament.

[soylavenderlatte]

🐰 うさぎ || Magic by @_drty

[vixieevox]

Gift art of Vixiee Bootsguard from my awesome friend https://twitter.com/Fiery_Lara The blue-haired troblin is Vixiee’s fiancee Pexi Fiercefuel.

[vixieevox]

The Trade Princess’ Wish

Nagrand was beautiful in the late winter, or at least whatever passed for winter in that dying world. The sun loomed over the rolling plains with the vigil of an oppressive father, with hot rays bearing down on man and beast alike coaxing them inside. It was a day to stay indoors and rest drunk off of palm wine or feasting on melons and Talbuk.

But for one troblin, it was just another day.

Pexi had been training throughout most the afternoon, beating on the engineered dummies that her fiance had created. Each one had springs, gears, and other features installed that could withstand her might. Lesser dummies often shattered barely an hour into a training session, but these dummies were tough enough that even after morning passed into afternoon, only a few nicks marred the otherwise flawless machine. The strong half-breed took it as a challenge that she was determined to overcome.

Pexi took a break from her training to draw in a breath and wipe a sleeve across her sweat-streaked brow.

“I swear, this shit’s going down if it’s the last thing I do!” she said.

She looked over her shoulder, expecting a taunt or tease from her fiancee only to be met with an empty seat beneath the nearest shade.

“Doll?” Pexi asked. “Where’d ya get off to?”

Pexi thought about returning to her training, but if Vixiee wasn’t out there watching her spar as she always did, something MUST have been on her mind. She slammed her axe into a stump by her side, then turned towards the home she and Vixiee shared. As she approached the door and pushed it open, her thoughts roamed from the dummies to her mate and love.

~~~

Vixiee Bootsguard, her bosses sister and the Trade Princess of the Boltassembly Cartel, was an impressive warrior. Where Pexi charged in like a dervish, Vixiee danced across the battlefield with shield in hand and a smile on her face. Where Pexi preferred Troll and Orcish axes that could cleave trees in two, Vixiee preferred curved blades that sang with each flick of her wrist. In many ways, the women were opposites, with Vixiee fighting as much on her feet and with her mind as she did with her strength while Pexi preferred to overwhelm her foes with pure adrenaline-fueled bravado. But despite Pexi’s undeniably greater strength, she was still only 1 to 5 on victories against her fiancee during their sparring bouts.

Sometimes the losses frustrated her, but Vixiee was always there to offer a helping hand, a word of advice, or a calm explanation on what she did to overwhelm her. Sometimes the lessons stuck, but Pexi was a woman of the here and now, so she often pushed aside her lessons in favor of dinner plans or the cartel’s next adventure.

Her thoughts wandered to how they first met, the first time they kissed, and the first intimate night they spent together. But just as she heard Vixiee humming a song, she lost focus on her thoughts just like that.

~~~

Pexi heard her love humming inside the bedroom at the top of the stairs. The curious woman climbed the stairs step by step, moving as softly as her clumsy feet allowed. The steps were made by Vixiee’s own hand, so they didn’t have the creaks that most homes had, a perfect model of domestic engineering, as opposed to the loud clanks and whirs she was used to in Trixiee’s factory.

The thought nearly crossed Pexi’s mind how Vixiee was so different from her sister Trixiee, but it was hard for the troblin to focus on more than one thought at a time.

She had finally reached the door at the top of the stairs. As her hand tested the handle and found it unlocked, she noticed that Vixiee’s singing hadn’t yet ended or slowed. She twisted the knob and opened the door, closing her free hand into a fist to pounce at her love and start a friendly brawl, one of their favorite pasttimes that often led to exhausting nights of passion.

She pushed the door open and bent at the knees ready to leap.

But she never leapt as her mind lost focus when she saw what Vixiee was wearing.

The sunlight was at the right angle to cast light through the thin blue gown that Vixiee was wearing, allowing the troblin to see her fiancee’s generous curves pressed against the gauzy material. The woman’s muscular legs and arms stretched tantalizingly as Vixiee posed in front of a mirror admiring the reflection it cast. The trade princess’ hips swayed from side to side offering an almost scandalous glimpse at the bounce her softer curves allowed. Vixiee raised her arms above her head, drawing her long red locks into a pony tail that she pinned in place with her signature skull-brand pin. The once model for Playgob still had it all these years later and Vixiee was proud of how hard she worked to maintain her appearance, the one outward sign of vanity she ever allowed.

Pexi’s cheeks burned bright red as her thoughts turned to the lurid, before another thought seized her focus and snapped her out of her spell.

“Doll?” Pexi said, “Ain’t that ya weddin’ dress?”

Vixiee cast her eyes to the side of the mirror where she could see Pexi through the reflection. She smiled sweetly so Pexi could see and bent just so with her palms on her knees in a spitting image of her cover shoot from her favorite picture in that one issue of the gent’s magazine.

“Heya love!” Vixiee said, “Good catch, this is totally my wedding dress.”

She turned at last to face Pexi and crossed her arms over her chest, a slight nod to modesty to keep Pexi from losing focus once more. Vixiee was nothing if not considerate of her fiancee’s issues.

“Well yeah,” Pexi said, “But why ya wearin’ that now? Our weddin’ ain’t for another couple’a weeks.”

Vixiee stared at Pexi and sighed for but a moment before she crossed the room and sat on the bed they shared. The sheets and pillows were in place, only slightly drawn from the touch of the goblin’s rear. She parted her lips to speak, but found herself with nothing to say…

Pexi frowned. Vixiee rarely found herself speechless. Something clearly had to be wrong.

The troblin crossed the room and sat her heavier bottom next to Vixiee, with enough distance so she wouldn’t tear her dress with the spikes of her armor. But Vixiee leaned her head to rest on Pexi’s shoulder and reached an arm to rest on her lap, while the other arm draped across the back of her shoulder. Pexi winced half expecting to hear a tear from the Shaldorei silk garment and held her breath to help her remain still.

Vixiee broke the silence that followed.

“I dunno babe,” Vixiee said, “I guess, I just wanted to feel pretty. Wealth and strength is nice but…ya know? Sometimes I just wanna pretend that I’m just a girl, ya know and not the world’s strongest woman or the soon-to-be first goblin ancestor hero.”

Pexi turned her head and kissed the top of the smaller woman’s head. It was a secret that Vixiee only shared with her fiancee and her younger sister. Beneath the self-proclaimed world’s strongest woman and the indomitable will that proudly stood up to a rogue death knight to defend a much taller orc was someone who didn’t think of herself as a real princess.

“Doll,” Pexi said, “You are the prettiest in the world. I know I say that a lot but it’s cause it’s true! So, stop beatin’ yaself up about it.”

Pexi saw the smile on her lover’s face, but noticed that the radiance didn’t quite reach up to her eyes. Vixiee was confident, bold, kind, and strong, but all of that gave her one fatal flaw that led her to darker moods when she wasn’t busy with one project or other.

She cared and because she cared, she had a hard time not taking on the troubles and pains of her cartel, her sister, goblinkind, and Pexi herself as burdens.

Sometimes, Pexi wished she were just a little smarter so she could find the right words to help push away the troubles from Vixiee’s mind, heart, and soul. But deep inside, the woman knew that because she was simple enough to not carry a thought for very long that Vixiee felt like she could share her heart’s hurts and that was all the Princess ever wished for.

[brittney-lynn-dreamphotos]

Pool time!!