Right On Time

This is a bit more on the nude side

Some quick figure and lighting practice that I midway through chose to turn into Ixlel

nibelung but if he was a person

ignore that hes naked i didnt want to design clothes for him☺️

Ix Uxul Tz'ib Bolon Ch'ule-L

Hey chat.. it is as bad as you guys said

I’m in shambles

Anyone looking for a way to catch up on Dragon lore? I found this lore/theory video (its still pretty interesting for those who are caught up like me) and I think you guys should give it a try https://youtu.be/eHFOwghEayU?si=iXjbC5PiqQAM99iz

Sorry for the late memes, I had a world quest to do (i have not finished so no spoilers)

We have a special one tonight featuring @kajenus and me during struggling during the quest:

My fav part of that 5.5 saurian natlan event is when ajaw shows up while everyone is pretending to argue with each other and he’s like “oh boy! We’re arguing? What fun! Haha yes! Let me get in on this!” But the entire cast just simultaneously senses this is an opportunity to rip into him like sharks smelling blood in the water so they all turn to look at him at the same time like this

Rada, I’m going to explode if you don’t post this on Ao3. THIS WAS SO GOOD OMFG!!! I do not even have the right words to express how much I loved this. Definitely gonna reread it 100 times until the end of times come.

I KEPT LAUGHING AT KUKULKAN’S WAY OF DESCRIBING THE BABY 😭🙏.

ONGGGGG I CAN'T ANYMORE I HAVE TO WRITE FIRST-TIME MAMA XIUHCOATL STRUGGLING WITH HIS FIRSTBORN BABY CL-01 AAAAAAA I CANNOT CONTROL MY HANDS-

Written from Kukulkan's pov. Beware the bitterness. But Nibelung is here too and I write them really chill🤙

Btw should I upload this in Ao3 or let it stay in tumblr jail alongside the CL-04 fic?

"You should entrust him to a servant, my lord."

His lordly elder brother, the Sovereign whose dominion resided over the element of Pyro, ruler of the land blessed by phlogiston, the ever-majestic, wise, powerful, Xiuhcoatl, barely could turn his head.

All his attention was given to the little bundle in his arms, his eyes flitted between that tiny thing and Kukulkan, worried.

"I. Cannot." He said, in between that flitting gaze. "The Formidable Father would arrive soon and the people would hail us. We have not the time-"

"All the more reason to entrust him to a servants arms, my lord. Or shall you let him embarass us with his... behaviour?"

Xiuhcoatl opened his mouth, probably wanting to spit something laced with offence, but the baby's wail cut through his spite.

It was thundering, that wail. Raging and deafening like the coming of torrent. One that was haunting this entire moment.

Xiuhcoatl shushed that tiny thing, but the sound seemed only to egg that horrid thing to cry louder.

Kukulkan should have expected this outcome ever since the proposal of a formal meeting between them, the kingdom of the Primal Flame, and the Formidable Father, was voiced. It was not like the Formidable Father never visited his fellow Sovereigns, he came and went like the calming breeze, always welcomed and amicable. But this was the first time that he would officially 'meet' the Pyro Sovereign and his court, ever since the birth of its newest member,

That little, wailing thing, screaming atop of its tiny lungs and grasping his tiny fists to the sky, as if the air surrounding him offends him, whom Xiuhcoatl desperately tried to soothe.

That title and name tasted bitter in his tongue now, ash-like.

On a second thought, he should've see this coming in the moment when Xiuhcoatl hailed his birth, surprising and staggering, as he announced the baby by lifting with his hands up above for the whole stupefied court to see.

"Behold," he had boasted, full of bright smile and misplaced pride, "your first Dragonlord, my first son, CL-01, the Valiant One, Aj Nimalaj Chuq'ab Hun!"

The entire court was silent when they laid their eyes on them. And the silence was even more deafening when the sounds of that newborn's name and title resounded throughout the hall.

Before that moment, Xiuhcoatl had shutted himself inside his laboratory. One flowed with the power of the Primal Flame, the space filled with their races birthing blood.

None of Xiuhcoatl's subjects could know for certain what made him cooped there for so long, and some whisper in fear that he would bring a bad omen through his hands. Kukulkan had scoffed at that. Whatever objects or plans his brother had concocted, it was love and hope that he built the base upon. Not that Kukulkan would utter that knowledge straight to his brother's ears, though.

Alas, the thing that had emerged from his room and hoisted above upon that confounded crowd was beyond anyone's prediction, even Kukulkan's.

It was when the first shout had come, "He's glorious, my lord!"

And the other followed, "Yes, he shines bright and beautiful. Indeed, he shall grow strong and great!"

"Verily so, even now he must embodied the meaning of his name, the Valiant One!"

"The Valiant, our Dragonlord!"

And the cacophony of praise and well-wishes that followed, and the even brighter, burning smile that adorned his brother's face back then, that it had registered upon Kukulkan's mind-

'...First son?'

Xiuhcoatl had scolded him, that he, "has not received the newest member of our kin with proper joy and welcome. Please, Kukulkan. I know your character, but could you please be joyous in regard to the growing number of our brood?"

How back then he almost shouted, 'How could that thing could be of our blood, without foretelling or even a warning!? How could you just brought him up and force us to just accept him with fanfare!?'

But then he had chosen to grunt. How he sorely regretted to not voice his complain back then.

Now they must confront the damning consequence of that inaction. The shrill, ear-splitting yells. "How much time it takes to call a servant and calm him down? They stand just behind us. I shall call them now-"

"No, no, a huge crowd of people would only unsettle him more." As if Xiuhcoatl didn't display him upon the court back then, and they wouldn't formally introduce him to the highest power of the world soon enough! The little thing didn't scream his lungs off when he was propped above the crowd, nor the events after that.

He was fed. He was clothed. He slept well and enough. He was warm and he was loved. This little brat was crying just to spite them. "He'll calm down soon enough. We-"

"The 'soon enough' would be the time when the Formidable Father arrived, my lord. Of course, if you wish to greet them with such a furious cry, I have no objection, my lord."

The thing's wail cut the air once again, as if an enemy nodding along with his opponent's remark. Did this thing understand that they were in opposing sides?

"Good grief, Kukulkan. He's young, of course he would cry." He snarled, rocking the baby back and forth, patting his back, hoisting him closer. "I recall that your tears were also easily drawn out, back when we were also mere youth. You cannot judge him-"

"They were not without reason. And it is not my point. Just entrust him to a servant and be done with it. Once he calmed down, call the servant again and only after that we present him to-"

"No one could soothe him beside his nursemaid and I. And his nursemaid has called ill-"

"He has an array of caretakers. With only one fallen, the other must step up to her place. And it's her duty in the first place-"

"I've said that only his nursemaid and I could soothe his cries. No other than us could. And you think that I would work a subject of mine through her illness? I am not that-"

"Goodness, you are spoiling that child, you make him weak. He should accept that not all the world would fall to their knees and lick the ground he stepped-"

Before they could continue their argument, suddenly, as if finally gathering sentience and understanding the quarrel and the situation, that yelling, red-faced thing, ceased his terrible cries.

That was enough to silence them both. Xiuhcoatl slowed down his rocking and took a closer look to his face, scrutinizing, but with a look of relief.

Kukulkan was more than glad to voice his relieved groan, "Finally, he quiten down. Ah, raise your gaze, lord brother. The wings of the moon-"

"Wait," Xiuhcoatl said, worriedly, so much that Kukulkan returned his gaze to him. "He's ruckling his face."

"...And why is that concerning?"

"Because when he does that, he-"

Alas, Xiuhcoatl's words were cut off by the powerful blow of the wind, generated by the flaps of massive wings, currently shrinking. And yet, though greatly reducing the size, the figure still stood tall and majestic, glowing like the moon.

Formidable Father was here.

Kukulkan and Xiuhcoatl immediately bowed, though it was more difficult for the latter with the baby in tow. Somehow, even with Kukulkan noticing, the baby prevented their minds to fully register the coming of this venerable figure. Kukulkan tried to save their graces by opening the greeting. Bending his knees, kissed the earth, and said with his eyes still upon the ground "You have wearied yourself in coming, Formidable Father. Come and rest, my-"

"There is no need for such formality, dear child. My coming here is none other to greet the newest member of your brood. Come closer, my child. Is that tiny babe in your arms the expected child? Even afar, I could hardly describe him other than precious and charming. Yes, come closer, I wish to see him properly."

Xiuhcoatl, despite the reluctance exuding from his figure, stepped forward. From the years of standing by his side that Kukulkan could notice Xiuhcoatl's trembling arms and nervous gestures, as he display the baby in his arms, things that he easily hidden from others in plain sight. How his throat gulped when the Formidable Father touched the child, even tenderly. "May I?"

As if any of them could ever refuse the mightiest Sovereign. Xiuhcoatl gave the baby to them, though his serene expression said, 'no, no, please, my son, not now. Please, not in front of the Formidable Father.' The dragon in question received the bundle with such warmth, with such care, one could believe that they shared blood, that they were a pair of a grandfather, a father, and the newly born son.

Almost like a family.

Alas, not all thing is as soft as it looks. Ah, the ugliest and smelliest thing is also soft, too.

That was the happening now. The Formidable Father, though shrinked, still towered in figure and size. His two palms were enough to wrap the entirety of the baby's figure. He looked more cupped than held in the Formidable Father's hands, even with all the swadling cloth. Xiuhcoatl, seeing that there was no incident imminent, seen from the way he softened his gaze, started to talk to the Formidable Father about the baby, the growing city that he designated to be ruled by the tiny being in their arms someday (yet another decision that he took almost by himself), and his own state of affairs.

All almost went so well, too well, in fact, that the aforementioned happening that was thought to be avoided, turns out was being merely delayed.

Because then, between that the talk, the babe stirred.

And it was not the stirring of awakening, of regaining energy to behold the world with that childish sentience. No, it was-

"Ah," the Formidable Father said, so soft it almost sound as mere exertion of his breaths, if not for the stench of foulness, and the wriggling figure in their hands. "...it seems... the babe has..."

They did not need to continue. The smell already indicated everything.

And how horrified Xiuhcoatl's expression was.

The next passing was almost blurry with its chaos and hastiness. Xiuhcostl snatched the baby from the Formidable Father's hands, almost running off, but then stopped himself first with penitent bowing and frantic apologies, saying that he couldn't stay in this place before he ran away. Of course, he entrusted the duty to explain and clean the Formidable Father to him, his brother, always the convenient scapegoat. How he trembled, sighed, and frustratedly carried on his mission, both fearing and expecting the highest Sovereign's wrath.

Them, however, took the terrible happening with humor, as if it was something to be guffawed about. "I know that he's too quiet for a babe his age. I should already expect that. My, my." Then they laughed their heart away as they cleaned their hands.

If there was any lesson to be taken from such an embarassing happening, was that his brothet should curdle his foolish hope of raising another product of this kind of experiment. Bury that notion of "second son, third son" beneath the deepest of the ground. Thankfully, it seemed that this shameful moment hammered that thought deep inside Xiuhcoatl's mind. At least even when the baby's cries resounded throughout the palace, the thought that it would multiplied by quantity would not become a reality, and it gave him a good quality of sleep.

(Later on, when his brother emerged from his experiment chamber, the same one with phlogiston blessing upon the air, soil, and current, the wisdom that birthed his first child, face aglow, tired yet joyous, he did not need another announcement to know what was coming. The only thing that slightly surprised him though, was his wistful smile, "This is my second child and first daughter, CL-02, the Jade Maiden, Ix Je'lal K'ua'l Ka'".

He badly hope then, that the babe was slightly better than her elder brother. Younger siblings tend to be better than their elders, after all. Kukulkan himself was the example.)

Has anyone questioned Waxaklahun’s wings? They are basically absent in his model from 5.2 World quest, seemingly replaced by a secret source mechanism rather then them being feathery and well—wings— like in the mural of him.

I have a major theory about this but not enough to prove it to be correct. Hear me out, we all know that he is desperate and down right obsessed with evolution as he foresaw the down fall of dragons when the Vishaps stopped evolving—hence leading to the creation of Och-Kan— but what if its not just the future generations but older ones too… I present you with “Regressive Evolution”. Now before anyone reminds me that dragons can shift and change forms, it still does not make sense from him to have a mechanical version of wings (if they even are wings) when he has his own already.

So I was wandering around near the Mare Jivari area, wanting to test out the sky turning red when you set time to 18:00 but on my way there, I spotted something. I have not seen anyone point it out or even mention it. Guys, there are floating Islands above Mare Jivari and I can’t be more excited.

Can we skip 5.7 and go to this place, I’ve been waiting since the webtoon comic.