My Fav Part Of That 5.5 Saurian Natlan Event Is When Ajaw Shows Up While Everyone Is Pretending To Argue

Genshin treats me better

Not Genshin related but on a scale of 1-10 how much do y’all think this game likes me

Shit, I forgot to allow guest comments…. Oops 😅

I hate how it auto puts it into only registered, does anyone know I way I can fix that?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ajaw & Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan & Ajaw, Waxaklahun Ubah Kan & Ixlel Characters: Ixlel (Genshin Impact), Ajaw (Genshin Impact), Waxaklahun Ubah Kan (Genshin Impact), The 13 Dragonlords (genshin), Xiuhcoatl (mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Ajaw is implied to be the tenth dragonlord, Kukulkan-centric, Grief/Mourning, not stated out right but implied, Self-Doubt, Self-Reflection, Dysfunctional Family, like always, Pre-Canon, kinda… until the end, He just wants sleep Summary:

He just wanted some sleep; that was all he wanted. Kukulkan worked hard to keep his brother from literally bringing on the end of the world, coming up with every idea possible, so naturally, sleep was a treasure that he could rarely afford. The one time he could, he was woken by two smaller bodies pressed up against him, much to the silver prince’s dismay.

The world just denied him any peace…

This didn’t do as well as I hoped so I’ll reblog it

Chapters: 2/2 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, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Blood and Violence, Gore 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.

5.6 livestream codes for those who want them

(Dates with the final code)

You guys get two today as one was upon request (the first one, hope its what you asked for @radaedan <33)

OG memes below:

Here is the aftermath staring special guest: Bona

(She said “Coco?”)

Somewhere in the afterlife after traveler kills them both:

(Not sure if ixlel’s thoughts are hard to read but it says “He must die” four times also I’m working on my och-kan design, if he looks funky then that’s why)

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.

I think I’m going to start posting Ancient Natlan Lore memes to ease my crazy for 5.5

So today is:

Someone once asked me “Ink, what do you like rendering?” And I stared them dead in the eyes and said “loose cloth”

I LOVE RENDERING LOOSE FABRIC🗣️🗣️🗣️

(wip piece that I might not post on here as it’s not close to genshin related cause it’s my oc but who knows)

He actually was a child, just a kid who is stronger then a adult male.

feral tapeworm having baby och-kan canon

(yes i know it says adult male but he had to start from somewhere)