I Will Never Forget The Day I Image Searched A Picture Of Cocouik

At some point I will draw the other 11 lords but for right now I drew the headshots of Ixlel (yes I reworked her design) and Ajaw.

The vibe i was going for was personified beauty and…. Ajaw…

I won't be home for the whole weekend so I doodled Xiuhcoatl in his prime before 5.5 pre-load drops

A Saurian Hunter Skilled at Counting Costs | Notes on Kinich

Hello, Traveler! Here are some notes about the Huitztlan Saurian Hunter, Kinich. Let's check them out together!

[Click here for a GIF summarizing Kinich's combat skills.]

Oh guys….

I might be cooked (I have no more resin too…)

I did not forget about the Ixlel fic, don’t worry guys. I have been busy lately (hint the late memes) so as a apology, I offer you two teasers 🤗

“Ink, we voted for a happy ending… wtf is this..” GUYS IT IS GOING TO BE HAPPY 😊 you will see. Anyway, I want to say I will be done with it by tonight (in my time zone) but being realistic, expect this to be uploaded this week.

Hey guys fyi, meme today is gonna be late. Sorry <33

Guys I did a thing (in like 10 minutes so it’s not good 👍)

Y’all remember the parallels between these two?

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Och-Kan & Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Och-Kan & Kukulkan (Genshin Impact), Ixlel & the Dragonlords (Genshin Impact) Characters: Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Och-Kan (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan (Genshin Impact), The 13 Dragonlords (mentioned), Xiuhcoatl (mentioned) Additional Tags: Self-Reflection, Self-Hatred, Mindfuck, How Do I Tag, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Both Ixlel and Och-Kan are not having a fun time, Natlan (Genshin Impact), Natlan Lore (Genshin Impact), Internalized racism, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Angst, So much angst, Neon Genesis Evangelion References, POV Alternating Summary:

The longer these chains bound her. Tightly keeping her within her stone-carved prison. Her memories corrupt on themselves, never-ending repetition of the past. When the Chronicler of the End Times must watch her own chronicle from her childhood to when the teal man skewered her heart with no ounce of guilt in his eyes. What Irony.

 What had he done...Oh, in the name of the Sun, what has he become? That beast that he feared? Or perhaps even worse.

A little drabble in regard of Xiuhcoatl's creation/birth. Nothing lore-breaking or angsty (we have enough of that do we😁) First POV is from Xiuhcoatl. The second from Kukulkan.

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There was nothing but the ray of light and hues and colors fading in and out.

You don't have a name.

Yet.

You closed your eyes. They don't exist, yet. Darkness enclosing that nothingness, changing the blinding heat to bleak, but in essence nothing was transformed, not real.

You opened your eyes, now. And this time, they were very real. The thousands myriad of colors blurred, vision started to form in a true and right sight. Visible, something to be touched and could be said as real, not imaginary fatamorgana.

You did touch it, eventually. With your fingers, claws, talons. You have hands. Or something that could be classified as limbs.

It was heat unravelling, cooling. You have a form.

You are real.

And for the first time, cool night air touched your skin, your scales. Glimmering moonlight caressing your face. And the stars above hallowing your existence.

You were birthed from the flame itself.

Greetings, little one.

And someone welcomed the sunshine of their lifetime.

The King of Stars and Heaven themselves. Shadow upon claws. Moonlight personified.

Formidable Father spoke. What name shall I call you?

The sounds reverberating in your newly formed throat, gasping and crawling through your first inhalation and exhalation of breaths, air pulling and escaping your lungs said-

"...Huh?"

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Once, there was darkness.

And then, there was light.

Eyes opened, blinded.

Then slowly, the eyes flickered for a bit. Adapting to the light and the growing heat, replacing coldness.

And only by then, presence instead of loneliness.

But it had already been there just a little while ago. That presence approached. Arms, hands, one couldn't tell yet. But close was the presence, and when he touched one's form, patting the part one would later called 'cheeks', one could tell that he was the source of the heat and light.

And he was very warm. The first sunshine of your lifetime.

One would watch how his mouth move, the first attempt to draw out syllables, the first attempt to make a sound.

'Hello!' Eyes blinked once more. 'Hello,' he repeated, in the language that would later be classified as an infant's chatter, of how they communicate between each other. But in that moment, they understand each other well enough. 'My name is...'

It was silence. You two didn't realize it yet, but even he didn't forge his name yet. All things were nebulous and fragile at best, his name stuck in the moment of solidification and melting, again and again.

And yet, you imprinted that silence in your mind, the still unstable cast, where it could endure for eternity.

Why, it was the first name you've ever heard.

And it was also the first time you realized that there was a barrier between you and him. The thing that made you didn't melt into his touch The thing that made you hear his voice upon the air instead of hearing it inside your brain. The thing that you receive the warmth of his existence instead of radiating it by yourself.

Individuality.

Yet again, that form of nebulousness, perhaps, made him take a glimpse of your burgeoning thought. Unravel a crack inside the cave of your Id. And from that crack, came the first curve of the lips one would call in the tommorow; smile.

'I have an idea,' he said, now with a voice that was bubbling upon the fabric of reality.

"Your name shall be...'...Kukulkan!'"

You blinked once more. But it was not a form of adapting to the light, instead, you held the forms of his hands, pat it back, hoping that he also felt the warmth you started to radiate from himself.

And how your voice croaks, syllables bleedin to life and into existence, "...Kukulkan..."

That is your name.

The light of this universe beamed. He mouthed those syllables again and again and again, "Kukulkan! Kukulkan! Kukulkan!"

You know this not, but when the wind finally blew into this primal cradle of existence, it carried the syllables of your name first, not his.

And only then, that he drew the syllables of his own individuality. "My name's Xiuhcoatl! My name's Xiuhcoatl! I am Xiuhcoatl, and you are Kukulkan! Xiuhcoatl and Kukulkan!"

How warm was that day.

And you (know this too well. You know, too late. Too late to change anything. To fix everything-) not this also, but before this, he was cold. That he was merely ice and stone. But you came, and you were the first spark of joy of his universe.

Above and beyond, the White-Winged Dragon, Almighty Father of all, saw this proceeding with a heart burning with pride and wings that eclipsed the moon, as if feathers of a nest.

Thanks to @radaedan’s Drabble https://www.tumblr.com/radaedan/780633535801409536/you-know-back-when-i-thought-the-tzitzimimeh-were

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💬 0  🔁 5  ❤️ 12 · You know, back when I thought the Tzitzimimeh were the Dragonlords, (the Tzitzimimeh are the Astral Assamblages, thanks @m

I have the worst brain worm of Ajaw and Kukulkan interacting so I drew it

“Ink… dont you think that Ajaw is 10?” Yes but that’s not the point of this, plus I’m not against him being 04 and actually really love that theory so much. (Ajaw please be 10 or 04🙏🏻)