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So I was reading Och-Kan’s notes on Ixlel again (no, I’m totally not starving for content…don’t look at me like that😞) and this part came up
Now we all know she told him information about the draconic civilization such as the goals that they achieve. We now know one of the things that the things that Och-Kan censored with “(…)” which is the research on phlogistoniztion of life. Why did he feel the need to redact the important things in his diary… I do not know (ok I know it was Hoyo trying to keep stuff hidden but just imagining him personally redacting info is just funny)
Anyway, going back to my main topic, Do yall think she showed him the end times? Like what else would he be so scared about.
“Ink he literally stated that the dragons might take back power cause they have all these super cool tools that, we the lore researchers, do not know.” Hush, that’s not what I’m taking about.
Yes those scared him but what caught my attention was in the second paragraph “The memories she possesses”. Och-kan be specific, you’re not giving us much to work with… sure he could be referring to her memories of the dragon era but what if it’s memories of the end. I don’t know about y’all but when I think of a fortune teller or someone who can see outcomes, I think about someone who sees EVERY outcome imaginable. What if one of those outcomes was where dragons do regain power… that is more likely to scare Och-Kan so bad into wanting to strip her of her authority as fast as possible.
She’s a chronicler of the end times with a “s” at the end meaning that there is more than one end. Also how far does it go, is it apocalyptic end times or like if I was to go up against her in uno and she would know the outcome before we even even played… shit now my brain is starting to hurt from what even “End times” defines.
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...
Back with something y’all missed, at least I think so? I missed them…
Today’s Memes:
Og memes:
If you are part of it, post this in your blog
Rise Xiuhnation… RISE!!
(Made by @kajenus )
am i the only one who finds och-kan and homura uncomfortably similar? atp theyre the same person😭
It came to me in a vision…
Enjoy my first and last edit ever staring Huitzilopochtli and the song Blow by Ke$ha. Your welcome.
lmao i remember this was somehow the first entry of Och-Kan's diary i read?? (in game)
(keep in mind i'm not brainrotting abt the team yet and not suuuper familiar with Natlan lore)
so i'm just like, awww that is really cute i'm really fond of "continuing to protect the dreams of someone you loved who died"
imagine me reading the rest
like
Thanks to @radaedan’s Drabble https://www.tumblr.com/radaedan/780633535801409536/you-know-back-when-i-thought-the-tzitzimimeh-were
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🙏🏻)
I’m bored out of my mind in class right now so I decided to compose a small list of my biggest natlan “What if”s. Bare with me 🙏
Starting strong with what if Ixlel joined the natlan human gang. It technically could work if she foresaw the fate of tollan so what if she ran off. Not sure how big the age difference between the cousins (her and Och-kan have) but I like to assume it’s not too big so what if Ixlel and Och-Kan both were from the same human tribe
How much different would it be if Kukulkan was the one to get infected by the abyss instead of Xiuhcoatl. Would Och-Kan even exist. What if in this scenario, the lords were only created to help kukulkan and with each lord failing, Xiuhcoatl created another one (he still stopped at 13 cause it was getting expensive, lmao).
I’ve kinda talked about this but what if instead of admiration, Och-Kan felt unbelievable jealousy and hate. Xbalanque literally took everything from him, his BIRTH purpose, his father, like I’m just saying I would feel hatred like nobody before.
What if Och-Kan was never released to the humans. I know in the notes Kukulkan released him cause the lords wanted to kill Och-Kan but what if he was raised among the dragons. How different would the human gang be, would Yunpanqui have even joined?? OH BETTER YET, his hatred was turned on Humans for all THEY have done when they (if the narrative still went as it should) stormed Tollan, killing the lords.
I know the titles that the lords have are just titles but I like to believe are more significant then that where it be their purpose or a hit at their fates so what if the titles were switched around. (I mean the titles are LITERALLY their names too so there is NO WAY they are not important to the characters)
Ima stop here for now but guys, think about it. The butterfly effect and how different things could have turned out… I’m just saying.
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.)
We are kinda back!! I’m changing it to weekly memes this time I don’t get burnt out like before 😖
Anyway new dynamic drop (that I may or may not have been going crazy over), what do you guys think:
I haven’t had the chance to talk about this so it’s now or never. I am a definite believer of Ajaw being CL-10 but I don’t really have much concrete proof (at least I think) as most of it is based on how I view Ajaw and the behaviors I observed.
First thing that threw me instantly off the idea that Ajaw is 04 is merely 02’s comment on 04 being old and decrepit. Yes, disdainful and decadent are both traits that Ajaw has but at the same time I fear most of the lord have these two traits. Ajaw constantly boosts about being almighty and powerful, and sure CL-02 could be just making a jab at 04, but being described as old and decrepit isn’t every almighty and powerful, you know?
Secondly CL-10’s behavior and title. Ajaw is fairly foolish if I had to say so myself, his greed is genuinely unmatched and his pride/ego is unshakable. With how CL-10 got sealed up, aka via getting fooled by some humans with a fake jade, it seems to me very in theme of Ajaw’s over all personality.
As for his title, I have a theory that I may discuss more in depth in another post when I get the chance, but I think the titles genuinely mean something to the lords. The best example of this is Ixlel (Ink goes one day without mentioning her pooks? Challenge failed) HEAR ME OUT. Ixlel is known as the Chronicler of the End times and if I do say so myself that’s a pretty important part of her character. She literally experienced the end times of dragons first hand and if I had to guess she saw them hence why she fled to Och-Kan in order to survive. Back to Ajaw, he suffered INTENSE isolation. Sealed up in god knows where with little hope of ever meeting any living being again, yeah pretty isolated. Now let’s compare both of the titles:
I’m sure someone can make an arguable point for 04’s title (please someone do cause I genuinely can’t think of anything) but It is more clear to me with 10’s. “Undying Wings of Lofty Isolation” in other words “can’t die dragon of high/resilient/noble/other synonyms for lofty Isolation”. We sure know as hell that Ajaw isn’t dying anytime soon and I’m bringing back the fact that Ajaw was definitely isolated for an unknown period of time.
Anyway yap time over, in summary this is more or less why I believe Ajaw is 10 and not 04. If someone wants to tell me more or argue (not aggressive way, I love seeing other peoples povs) let me know ❤️
Another Evangelion redraw 🗣️🗣️
Ignore whatever Ixlel is wearing, I’m working on it. She’s like Barbie so I can’t choose what I want her to wear 😭
Guys I did a thing (in like 10 minutes so it’s not good 👍)
Y’all remember the parallels between these two?
I might be looking to deep into this but has anyone played the new Event yet? I was playing Kinich’s game mode and noticed how his layout almost looks like a temple…
For reference:
Is it just me or does that mark in the middle look to much like Ajaw’s little cheek blush (???). Also the lining around the stairs reminds me of the same marks on Ixlel’s statue. Just saying, imagine this is the same temple/ruin that kinich found Ajaw.
All this in some random side event with no lore (not even dialogue) attached to it, then again this feels like something hoyo would do.
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.
Todays Meme is spreading some Mausau love cause he is amazing:
Og meme: (for obvious reasons I had to change the wording)
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 just came to the most heartbreaking realization. Ixlel really did think that she was the last one left.
Whoever Ajaw was supposed to be (I think he’s ten) was already claimed as dead. She couldn’t have known about him still being alive hence her saying that we, the chosen of dragons, could be the only one to put her out of her misery
She truly had nobody else…
(Chapter two is gonna be a hard read guys, I’m already feeling my heart ache and I’m the one who’s writing it)
Tired of Roblox for today so y’all get charts:
(do i add the OG charts???)
Alright here we go, todays meme:
OG meme:
Todays meme:
The Roblox ones seem to do very well so I’ll keep making them
OG meme:
Does anyone have any voice claims on Natlan lore Characters? I have a few but not for all so I’m curious what you guys think they would sound like.
Mine are:
Ixlel as Meg from Hercules
Kukulkan (Waxaklahun Ubah Kan) as Smaug from the Hobbit movies
Yunpanqui as Ice Bear from We Bare Bears (when he is more chill)
CL-04 as Mordecai from LackADaisy
Lianca as Sevika from Arcane
CL-08 as Rhaenyra Targaryen from House of The Dragon
Just saw someone say that Ixlel and Och-Kan are like Asuka and Shinji from neon genesis…
Guys I’ve already been stabbed, there is no reason to twist the knife😔
Any mitski listeners here? Cause I think I actually found Och-Kan’s song: I’m your man
Observe:
(The last part for me makes more sense in the context of Ixlel believing in him as the holy sovereign and getting…yk betrayed)
Hey chat.. it is as bad as you guys said
I’m in shambles
To those who have finished the WQ, which is not I, I wish to throw some salt in your wound cause I’m the nicest person you could ever meet 😁.
Listen to Exit music (for a film) by radio head and think about our king Xiuhcoatl
Observe:
For those who didn’t know..
It’s literally canon that och-kan had at some point said “good old knuckle sandwich”.
Mind you this is the same guy who committed multiple war crimes, a genocide, and more during the time of his tyrannical rule.