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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.

​*a tumble bush rolls across the desert plain as the clock strikes dawn in the Wild West* “looks like it’s just you and me, partner.”

On a serious note, AHHHHHHHH. DUDE YOUR ART IS GENUINELY SO GOOD FOR SOMEONE WHO JUST STARTED!! INSANE SKILL DUDE!!

Because I feel extremely anguished, an affliction caused by the vile machination of one of my sworn enemies, @itzoliveink, via their fanfiction Reds, Yellows, and Indigo, I want to pat myself by drawing mama Xiuhcoatl holding baby Ixlel.

"The anatomy is off" "wtf are those hands" "where are his eyes" "babies don't look like that" "wtf are those blue thingies on the baby" "where are his legs" "why does he look pregnant" BE QUIET I SUCK AT DRAWING😭 I JUST WANNA SEE XIUHCOATL HOLDING HIS CHILD!!! Also, I'm aware of the possibility that the Dragonlords were robots, but again I just want to see Mama Xiuhcoatl.

And for the last question, I don't think I want to dabble into mpreg, but considering Xiuhcoatl had 13 Dragonlords with unknown/unnoticeable age gaps... maybe he was pregnant back to back, poor guy- get dragged into high security prison.

Also, check out @itzoliveink's Ixlel & Ajaw designs! They are very lovely- I mean, insulting to me👿

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💬 0  🔁 3  ❤️ 10 · 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) a

Btw the inspo for Xiuhcoatl's huipil:

Digital artists who only use a few brushes for their fully rendered artwork scare me. Wdym you don’t have several gigabytes of brushes that you barely use. What do you mean you use the same five brushes for everything. What do you mean there is such a thing as enough brushes??? You’re obviously wrong, there is never such thing as enough brushes.

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.

If you’re taking Ixlel song recs by any chance, Body by Mother Mother

(I can’t put a screenshot in here but here are some of the lyrics)

[Verse 1] Take my eyes, take them aside Take my face, and desecrate My arms and legs, they get in the way And take my hands, they'll understand Take my heart, pull it apart And take my brain, or what remains And throw it all away

[Chorus] 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body

(the rest of the song follows a similar pattern)

But specifically the line “take my heart, pull it apart”. If that isn’t Ixlel I don’t know what is. I couldn’t think about anything but this line when I first did the quest

AUGHH OP YOU GOT ME LOOKING LIKE THIS:

I forgot about this song and man you reminded me of it in THE BEST WAY. I might just—*explodes*

Human durin ✨️ simulanka

Went back to talk with one of our little robot dragons, and when he said THAT I already was like "oh no. No no no-"

And then.

HoYo, istg, just kill me at this point. JUST KILL ME. THE ANGST IS BECOMING UNBEARABLE