#Let there be dragons

[1twistedwonderlandhope1]

Entrence Ceremony Coffins

I did more art for the story, above is caskets for RSA, which are the RSA's version of coffins.

Above is the CCU sarcophaguses, the CCU version of NRC's coffins.

[ao3wasntenough]

Speaking of dragons in Witwican au, I am thinking that only primes can be dragon raiders but they not the ones that doing self. (I sort of take this from BBC Merlin) since wizard in Witwican au using dragon language as their spell, I am thinking that wizards are dragon kin and whole primes can be dragon riders they must asked permission from wizard to have dragon.

And after primes become dragon rider, they not just ride the dragon but they and their dragon become one, also it's allow them to using a few magic abilities by using dragon language.

Unfortunately some primes (evil one and very jerk ones) forgetting themselves and well looks down to wizards

yeye yeah kinda what I'm thinking as well, like there's the idea of a "prime linage" but its kinda assumed greater then man that determines who bares the name that coincides with a dragon allowing that person to have a bond with the beasts, people who had no relation to the linage proving they have the fire equal to a prime often being discovered by a dragon flying to aid them in their time of great need in a showcase of inner strength and honour of a Prime, are the welcome to the court, few historical notes of people who have only been graced with the momentary blessing of a dragon to only have the beast leave them, or a person and their dragon rejecting the court welcoming and going off on their own unrecorded journey, and a few odd stories of dragons abandoning their prime that are often thought of falls from grace for primes.

Primes and dragons are seemingly an isolated country thing, but wizards are not!

and its common that wizards or highly gifted people seek to journey to the country in the idea that its inherently possess more powerful magic lay lines and histories compared to others, though after so long with very minimal efforts it seem for those inside the country to \reach back outside it, its treated a bit like a "sailing off the edge of the world" kinda deal. Though wizards ands magic exist everywhere its more an oddity to an individual then anything remarkable outside of Sighburtron (cybertron was to techy im workshopping it okay)

[jackkatzz]

Let there be Dragons!

Not gonna lie, I spent way too much time deciding if I should draw the limbs like.. poking out in places or not ^^;; ultimately decided that they're just too snuggled in to have em out.

@solunest boy was a challenge since I had to weigh if I went a traditional route and made him blue or, the color scheme of his characters usually, red and gold. Obviously the red and gold one haha but I also considered black and tan as well, since Barry, Emeryll, and Eral all have some semblance of black and tan on them in some capacity. (Bunny, panther, and Shiba Inu respectively)

All in all I think they turned out okay. May revisit this later and do scale work and clean it up the rest of the way,, but for now, it's at least out of my system ^^

[kreature-kait]

Ok, I look pretty cool. 🖤

[bridgekc]

i love crossovers

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[stealingpotatoes]

my friend @astarionpavus and i were discussing how Spite and Justice probably have veeery different reactions to romances

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[psin314]

spite is like their naughty little cat.

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[adeleba]

This is just Lloyd for like most of dragons rising

Was debating on drawing either his visions or a traumatizing memory. But like.... it's Lloyd.

[dotcircledot]

misc night fury doodles

[1twistedwonderlandhope1]

Entrance Ceremony Robes

Hi! The first four chapters of my stories need the entrance robes to be described, so here they are. I drew the clothes, but the figure they're drawn on is a blank reference pose from the internet. I can draw clothes, but I still struggle with people, so I often frankenstein as I slowly learn to draw and explore my love of designing.

Above is the RSA entrance ceremony robes. It's inspired by the painting of the woman in the white dressing knighting a knight in red with a sword. This is worn over whatever clothes the students are traveling in.

When I was younger my parents took me to the Met and the fashion show they were displaying was called "Heavenly Bodies." I wasn't religious them nor am I now, I literally thought 'Hell' was fanficition and couldn't possibly be apart of it. But this fashion show, even though many of the references, symbols, and imagery was lost on me has inspired a love of fashion in me sense. I spent 30 minutes staring at the same exhibit that day, just in awe of the dress.

As such, and because CCU is going to be heavily inspired by neoclassical Italian architecture, I wanted their fashion to be roman inspired as well. I couldn't draw anything to do these pieces of work justice, so I made a collage from the Heavenly Bodies book I have. The CCU entrance robes have the base of the dress on the right, but with the armored sleeve from the left. Truly, I love it and can't wait to share more pieces from the collection with you as I write and it comes up. All photos were taken from the book.

Please read my story!

[featherfangart]

'Not now, not in front of--'

[snarkspawn]

in case you were wondering, mentally I am still here

[iedistis]

He used to sing to the hallas