#my dragons: itzal

[blackpaws-fr]

I may be cooking something up, just for the fun of it.

[pumpkinmagekupo]

Wondrous tails: Dragon AU

Aymeric was out on patrol in the Hinterlands. The sudden blizzard had slowed the recent dragon attacks on the keep but they had to be vigilant. No matter how many times he ventured out into the Hinterlands, the moment a snow storm rolled in, it was like a foreign world. Aymeric did his best to stay his course. 

He saw something in the distance. A bright flash of orange, its shadowy figure loomed menacingly in the distance. Aymeric readied his bow and carefully approached it. If it was a dragon, he would have little chance on his own.  Aymeric stopped as he caught a proper glimpse of the creature. It was a dragon but a type he had never seen.  It was larger than any dragon he had ever seen but not to the scale of the great wyrms. Its scales were at first glance glossy black but as it moved in the light they seemed to shimmer red and orange like fire. The dragon had only one ebony horn on its left side, curling upwards with noticeable chunks missing from it; on the right side the horn had been snapped off but most notably, the dragon was severely wounded and looked tired. He lowered his bow and moved a little closer. This drew the dragon’s attention, it turned to him with crystal white eyes and bore its teeth. 

“Stop! I don’t mean you any harm-”

“You stink of dragon blood..” it stated, it’s cold eyes not blinking and watched him carefully. Aymeric looked down at his bow, he couldn’t very well deny that. “No sport in killing a wounded creature?” it asked with a snort of fire, in an attempt to frighten him.

“I was- patrolling and- I have never seen a dragon like you-” he started, placing the bow on his back, to show he meant no harm “Are you of Nidhogg’s brood or-”

The dragon snorted in offence, “I am not of the broods of this star.”

“I see- then where did you come from?” Aymeric was curious, it wasn’t every day you got to converse with a dragon and it did not seem like it was going to eat him: it would have done so already.

The dragon looked up at the sky forlornly “From a star that no longer exists.” 

“I’m sorry-”

The dragon slumped forward into the snow. Aymeric ran to its side “are you alright-” the dragon glanced up tiredly.

“I have flown for many years- I followed the sounds of the dragonkin of this star.. I am weary.”

Aymeric reached to touch the dragon’s head but it glanced at him coldly.  “I will be right back.” Aymeric grabbed his bow and disappeared into the snow, thankfully the hinterlands had sheep. Aymeric caught a few and dragged them back to the dragon.  It opened one eye sleepily “I thought you might be hungry.” The dragon moved and devoured the sheep before laying back down.  A sudden sharp gust of wind almost took Aymeric clean off his feet and the snow began to fall heavier. 

The dragon lifted its wing. “Tis all I can offer in exchange for the food.”

Aymeric gladly accepted the shelter from the storm “Thank you…I never asked your name.”

“My heartless creator never gave me such a thing-”  the dragon paused “but I saw a girl with orange hair and horns..she bestowed upon me a name Aura… she- I feel as though she is what I would be if I were mortal.. Perhaps she wasn’t even there at all.” 

“How very strange indeed.” Aymeric replied “Then Aura..thank you for your help in shelter from the snow. My name is Aymeric.”

“Do humans always chatter so readily?” Aura asked, 

“Perhaps but-” Aymeric cleared his throat “It isn’t everyday I get to converse with a dragon. I must say I have many questions.” Aura snorted a type of laugh “It seems we shall be here a while, ask away.”

-

More of a parallel than au. Makes more sense if you read my silly thing about Mizuki not being Azem.

Long story short: Mizuki isn't Azem but one of his failed creations. Azem is her brother Itzal.

DragonMizuki in this au, has escaped Pandaemonium and flown to Etheirys.

ft a younger Aymeric.

Bingo Card

[murmursdraconic]

"'Oh look I'm too traditional to accept help from the most qualified people in Blackthorn to stop a national issue that's been going on for years'." She's mocking the Clan with enough venom in her voice that it would puddle on the floor.

"Those 'workers' are my family-" Most of them anyway, "and I am this close to showing them a dragon they can't tame with their influence and 'traditions'."

Shay knew she could beat every single one of the elders consecutively. However she was also this close to showing her one trump card that lived in the back of her head. Itzal was just at a beck and call, screw confidentiality, she was so close to doing it.

Don't mind her she's ranting.

[somniariz]

orejón 💕

[kelpiemomma]

Hello and welcome to my blog! Feel free to call me Kelp or Lana!

Please be prepared for multi-fandom shenanigans and generalized messiness. I do art and writing and sometimes share it here, but it’s mostly a lot of rambling and reblogging.

find me everywhere as KelpieMomma because I’m incredibly basic 💚 ao3 has a variety of fics, dA is a lot of horses and cats, toyhou.se is an OC collection

special tags:

serotonin booster - need a pick me up? check this tag!

fic adventures - where i go on in general about my fics

Pokemon Tag Master List

Khan A.

  - an old dragon-horse OC turned into a human OC. He now exists in several universes. Oops.

other tags:

asked and answered - i answer the questions sent to me :)

OC tags: Itzal / Isaac, Snagglefang, Amber

[ferberus-skull]

a list of dragons I may non-binify (or transify), featuring stupid comments by yours truly

Karma and/or Anathema (probably both because non-binary solidarity)

Xeno (he magicked his gender away)

Marleigh (gender? tea. sexuality? tea. just tea)

Castor (he’d be the guy who’d make fun of someone’s gender but then when they’d go “aren’t you non-binary?” he’d run away because oh no they saw through his disguise)

Treyeir (his gender got too messy with all the clay that got caked on it, so he just threw it out)

Terenzio (sassy, bi and non-binary. a triple threat)

Isebele (Isebele: I think I’m finally comfortable in who I am. gender identity crisis: :) Isebele: oh no)

Sycune (gender doesn’t exist in space. I mean what? she didn’t come from space haha, no, not at all, totally from Sornieth.)

Mot (who needs a gender when you’re dead?)

Tiffany (I mean, he was given the name Tiffany at birth. he probably has a very confusing relationship with gender. his gender? anger.)

Ilori (gender got lost in the hoard)

Kasumi (Kasumi: gender? what’s that? I’m just pretty <3)

Toxique (lost gender while doing experiments with Gummi)

Gummi (^)

Baby (bc he/they, she/they solidarity)

Alton (Alton: I don’t know what gender is, I’m too busy being sad over seemingly trivial things)

Icarus (he lost his gender while stealing gems)

Atlas (anybody who has or had a hyperfixation on space has a weird relationship with gender. source: me and everyone else I know who has or had a hyperfixation on space)

Itzal and Eislynn (who needs gender when you can see the future)

Oddity (no chaotic otherworldly being has a gender. source: me)

Tezoth (cryptids also have no gender. source: also me)

Feral (born and survived in the wild. the concept of gender don’t exist out there)

Nerida (should make genderfluid just for the pun since she’s my water representative)

Aleks (he’s already p gender non-conforming tbh)

[sam-scribbler]

In honor of April Fool’s Day I’ve assembled some Incorrect Quotes, courtesy of this generator:

Red: We need to distract these guys Match: Leave it to me Match: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Shera, Itzal, and Lorshan: Immediately begin arguing Boat, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

Red: Rules are made to be broken. Boat: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Shera: Uh, piñatas. Itzal: Glow sticks. Lorshan: Karate boards. Match: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Red: Rules. Boat:

Red: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Match: What if it bites me and it dies!? Lorshan: Then you’re poisonous. Dragon’s eyes, Match, learn to listen. Itzal: What if it bites itself and I die? Shera: That’s magic. Boat: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Match: That’s correlation, not causation. Itzal: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Lorshan: That’s kinky. Red: Oh my God.

Red: Dumbest scar stories, go! Match: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Shera: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Itzal: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Lorshan: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Boat: Boat: I have emotional scars.

Red: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine. Red: I became more evil if you’re curious. Boat: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Red: I’m going to get worse on purpose.

Red: Here's some advice. Shera: I didn't ask for any. Red: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me.

Red, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Boat: But – that’s just a trash can. Red: It sure is!

Lorshan: What is your biggest weakness? Red: I can be uncooperative. Lorshan: Okay, can you give me an example? Red: No.

Red, tending to Match's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Match: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Red: Gods, give me patience. Boat: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Red: If the gods gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Lorshan: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Red: *turning to Match* How tall are you?

Red: What do you think Match will do for a distraction? Lorshan: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Lorshan: ... or he could do that.

Match: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Shera: Is it me, Match? Match: No, it’s not you. Lorshan: Is it me, Match? Match: It’s not you either. Itzal: Is it me, Match? Match: Match, mockingly: Is IT mE MAtcH?

[gcldenhexrted]

Itzal hasn’t thought much of this new lifestyle, but this is the way his life is. He lets himself be drawn, fakes that he enjoys being a muse for others, sneaks out, goes to a bar, goes to his studio apartment to sleep. He hasn’t considered anything else, just wanting to continue with that cycle happily. It’s when he sees a familiar figure that’s been stalking him since he left the art class. The main reason he has to change his path, bumping into an unfamiliar man and thinking quickly.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad you met up with me before I had to risk taking the train again, now you can help me walk home!” His golden eyes hold a plead for help that he isn’t sure will be understood, the dragon acting far more helpless than he probably should. Then again, a beast shouldn’t run around with no self control, or he’ll out himself and need to run again.

He leans in close, sighing. “Go with it and I’ll get you anything you could possibly want, I can’t risk this asshole getting to my home...”

@penniesfortheferryman​

[sharky857]

Side Tenno #2: Ashmit

Full Name: Ashmit Dhuriya (Found here: https://www.momjunction.com/baby-names/ashmit/ - https://surnames.behindthename.com/name/chaudhary) Nickname: "Assmit" (courtesy of Damienne), due to his own attitude Age: 20 (at the time of the Zariman accident) Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Height: 175 cm Main Tenno School: Zenurik Current MR: Gold Dragon (24) Current non-neutral Syndicates affiliation: Arbiters of Hexis, New Loka, Cephalon Suda Current Neutral Syndicates affiliation: Cephalon Simaris, Solaris United, Quills, Ostrons, Conclave Warframes: Saryn, Oberon, Nezha, Umbra (Masir), Equinox, Chroma, Ivara, Limbo, Wisp, Harrow, Nekros (Efraim) Weapons of choice:

Primary: Supra Vandal

Secondary: Sicarus Prime

Melee: Galatine Prime

Archwing: Itzal Arch-gun: Kuva Ayanga Arch-melee: Prisma Veritux Landing Craft: Mantis Companion: Vasca Kavat Ship Cephalon: Sainjee Orbiter/Railjack's designation: Samhara Kali

Personal bits:

Ashmit looks like a stuck-up who only thinks about "srs bsnss". He has no real time for frivolities, and he didn't even bother to find out what names or other information his Warframes could remember about themselves (nor to name them himself either, for that matter). So they are all just "my Umbra/Mesa Prime/Equinox Prime" and so on. He didn't even name his weapons. He "named" his gilded Amps after what rank the single parts are, so each one has been something like "Amp 1.1.1", "Amp 2.3.2", and so on.

So far, only a couple Warframes have their original names, both of them simply because they remembered them on their own.

He also frowns a lot upon how some other Tenno seem to treat their own Frames, from simply giving them names to treating them all like some surrogate siblings or friends, or (and here his frown gets really strong) even lovers/SO. It's a bit of a miracle if Ashmit has been customising the colours and plating of his own Frames and the rest of his arsenal. And he's gonna get some incidental 2nd degree burns over this latter topic: - Ashmit: "We are at war! What in the Void is up with this Fashionframe nonsense?" - Morrigan: "Well, if you despise 'Fashionframe' this much... ‘What in the Void’ is up with your Nezha and that 'Empyrean' attire?" The truth is, his gay bum just couldn't resist that "Empyrean" thing because of... Some detail in the backside. But the hell will freeze over before he'll openly admit that. And for pretty much the same reason he went and prepped his own Umbra with the "Zato" outfit.

This “Assmit” is bound to slowly change his mind about Warframes the day his whole (Prime) arsenal starts to show signs of self-awareness “Umbra-style”. Given how some Nekros Prime has been the first to do that, it’s only a matter of time before the others will.

Watch him implode someday, because being NOT all about having at least one tiny break once in a while may have this effect also on an almighty MR 24 Tenno. (You may cue Damienne placing her palms on both his cheeks, squeezing and whispering: "Duuuuuuuuuude... Take a f*ckin' Chill Pill!")

He needs for someone to literally drag him somewhere to chill, once in a while. The only times one may spot him going fishing on his own it's because he needs for those extra resources. On the flipside, it's oddily easy to trick Ashmit to leave the Orbiter for some kickback & chill. Just tell him that there's some mission somewhere where his presence is needed, and he'll be there in a heartbeat. Not because he's that naive to fall for this trick every single time, but because "what if I turn this one down and it's a legit mission, this time?" reasons. This is also how Damienne tricked him into attending a picnic in the Plains: - Ashmit: "I thought my Cephalon reported some Ghoul activity?" - Damienne: "Oh, did it? :)" (passes him a plate with a slice of Maprico pie) - Ashmit: "... You faked a Cephalon transmission, didn't you <__<?" - Damienne: "Maaaaybe. Or maybe there really are some Ghouls to trash. But fighting on an empty stomach is no good. Either case is a win-win. :3 Now..." (shoves the slice into his mouth) "Zip it, sit down and eat~"

The only pseudo-military training Ashmit ever saw was when the Orokin "recruited" all the Tenno for that Somatic Link thing to control the Warframes, albeit it took him a moment to be baited like the rest convinced.

Now the Sentients are still around and, on top of that, there are more enemies threatening the people in the Origin System, and this is all he needs to know. He just wants to keep everyone safe, like pretty much every other Tenno. And to do that, Ashmit has been pursuing his personal goal to get the best Frames and weapons available.

Ashmit is generally a lone wolf, but for a different reason than Momo: he always feels like everyone is slowing the whole mission down. The only missions where Ashmit takes his sweet, sweet time are “rescue” and “spy”, for in both there’s a strong need to use caution, even if he's got an OP Ivara.

He and Damienne were in the same clan, until the day of some unfortunate remarks from other Tenno towards the latter beanie’s scarred face. Right after leaving, Ashmit decided to make a clan himself, with his own rules, where everyone could join on condition that they would’ve shown the due respect towards one another, regardless of (trivial) things like personal look and such. The clan was then named “Red Lotus”, and Ashmit eventually asked Damienne if she wanted to be his second-in-command. And Damienne accepted in a heartbeat to be Ashmit’s “sidekick”,

In the immediate aftermath of the accident aboard the Zariman, Ashmit failed to save his 15 yo brother from one of the adults. The older boy killed the adult on the spot, but the younger boy's injuries were too severe and he couldn’t be saved. While mourning the fresh loss, Ashmit set up one of the "hunting parties", leading them with the intent of taking down every single grown-up still alive. What drove him at that time had been both survival instincts and a desire to avenge his brother.

By the time the Orokin rescue party could board the Zariman, Ashmit's disdain towards the grown-ups had reached the guard level, and his trust seemed broken for good by the way the Orokin handed the situation with the Zariman children. It took him a lot of talking and convincing from Marghulis to get him to trust at least some adults again.

Since the events after "The Sacrifice", all his trust in the Lotus is gone with the Void, simply put. Ashmit now believes that "Lotus" had been actually doublecrossing the Tenno since the very beginning, only waiting for the right moment to turn on them. Even so, he still carries on his duties as a Tenno, because at least one thing Lotus used to say still proves to be right: the system is chaotic. The factions currently at war are still bringing harm to innocent people, and Ashmit wishes to stop their destructive nonsenses for good. Another effect of that aftermath is that his disdain towards the Orokin has been renewed, albeit partially: he can understand their reasons behind that “Helminth”project, but he disagrees on the method of execution. Even so, Ashmit recognises that that’s a thing of the past, and all those made into “Warframes” can’t be reverted to who they were before. And as such, he’s been treating all his own Frames it's always been intended: controlling them all to fight off the enemies. This doesn’t mean that he’s been mistreating his Warframes, rather: Ashmit has always been taking good care of them.

The only downside is with Frames he may consider weaker, for Ashmit won’t hesitate to dispose of a weak “Trash-frame” to make room for a new and possibly stronger one. He doesn’t even hesitate to speak his mind in front of them. This is the reason why he got rid of the Nyx that eventually happened in the good hands of Momo. Yes, that Nyx got openly called “an easily disposable Trash-frame, good only for gaining some more experience to reach the next rank”.

Ashmit is not fazed the slightest by Wally's random appearances and he just brushes his visits off as minor nuisances that can be perfectly ignored, since that entity seems to never really interfere with his activities.

In time and despite their very different personalities, he developed a sibling-like relationship with Damienne. This is most probably due to the girl's young age (13) being close to that of the brother he lost in the Zariman accident, albeit it's purely subconscious, for Ashmit can't remember much of that accident. Damienne is also the only allowed to dub him “Assmit” without consequences, for Ashmit knows that she never intends it to be a real insult. On the other hand, Damienne is perfectly capable of trying to deck anyone else trying to call her (surrogate) big brother like that.

His musical taste is close to some of nowadays Bollywood songs and Aerosmith. He especially likes those songs that are not too loud but still pack some "oomph!" If his mood is good enough, he may hum along the tune. If it's really good, he may sing the whole lyrics. Yes, Damienne once busted him in the middle of his private karaoke; the smol bean had to fight a urge to demand him to sing her to sleep every single night afterwards.

[spiteweaver]

I want to try and make the leaders of all of my clans very different people.

Dreamweaver is powerful and wise, but they have a tendency to lose their head in times of great stress; fear for their loved ones blinds them. Banrai is kindly and well-traveled, but he is unlearned in politics, and (quite happily) views himself more as Dreamweaver’s assistant than their equal.

Eleanor is intelligent and cool; she keeps a level head through any storm, and is able to think on her feet in an emergency. Itzal is more calculating, and capable of the necessary cruelty his wife is often too soft to enforce.

Bedelia has a royal background, and so is very knowledgeable in matters of politics, etiquette, and war; however, she is also naive. Banshee knows nothing of politics or etiquette, but she knows much of war, and is quick to prove it.

Archbishop Agrippa is scheming. On the surface, his intentions appear pure; underneath, he is a snake, who charms his people with honeyed words. Though not inherently evil, he is certainly untrustworthy.

Jove is aggressive; he desires power over others, and takes it through shows of intimidation. He is a soldier trapped in an endless war for dominance. Juno is cunning, and acquires power through use of a wicked silver tongue; he takes what he desires from others by first taking their hearts.

The leaders of Clan SOMA are reclusive, rarely seen and ill-defined. They keep to themselves, overseeing their clan’s works from the shadows. They intervene only when they must.

Marvelous is outgoing and bright. He does not run a clan so much as he does his beloved circus, and he views each of its members as his family. He goes to great lengths to help others, both within and without his clan’s territory.

Mayor Lovecraft is a mess of a man. He is nine parts fear of the unknown, one part manic loyalty to the eldritch beings that seemingly govern Murkbottom. He trusts no one, not even himself.

Father Ariandel and Lady Ariamis are quiet and cold. They keep silent vigil over the rifts between their world and that of the dragons. Lady Ariamis smiles upon her people now and again; Father Ariandel only frowns.

General Sadalbari is boisterous and proud of his skill; he runs a tight ship, with no room for error or misconduct. You will find him excellent company, provided you are not one of his subordinates. Beautiful and passionate, he is the perfect man to oversee a task as great as Spellwall Isle’s.

The leaders of the Oasis Caravan are as lively and colorful as the people who follow them. They believe strongly in democracy, with their primary focus as leaders being on the livelihoods of their people. Decisions are made based upon what will be best for their people’s profits.

Eyja is a merciless dictator. She seeks land, and subjects, and wealth in impossible amounts. Her greatest joy is the subjugation of her people; she will stamp them beneath her heel until she is satisfied.

[murmursdraconic]

"Is it ok if I sit around with you? My mom went out this morning and hasn't come back... Dad's working, and silver is busy."

Sylvie sounds....a lot more nervous than she looks, holding the shiny furret close to her, as her gaze struggles to focus on something so it never truly meets shay's in the end.

@denkiid

There was something... off.

Something instinctively bothered Shay about this. Sylvie and her hadn't been acquainted long so her coming to Shay was a bit strange. Parents missing also set off some red flags to her.

She wasn't much of a kid person but Shay had to try. Her stoic poker face hid all of this pretty well.

She pets the Furret and looks at Sylvie. "Yeah sure. I was actually about to head home for food. You can come with."

In the back of her mind she was tugging at a familiar thread. The sensation of being watched by a comforting mind came over her.

Go find Sylvie's mom, Itzal.

Only when the prickling tingle down her spine left, did she know that dragon had done their job.

"Anything you like in particular? I don't think you've met my mom yet."

[somniariz]

pretty boy itzal, hes stupid but he makes it up by being funny

[band-aidbunny]

Hey its YourFellowFawn, doing another Shameless Self Promo for my [Aesthetic Shop] On Flight Rising 

Making Aesthetics/Moodboards for Dragons/OC’s/Fandom Charaters/Groups all alike.  ( While Saving up for Lair Expansion)

[thedegu]

another hot dnd tip..... if you're a player..... put game sessions in your calendar so you don’t double book yourself, and be willing to say "i already have plans for that day" when someone asks if you want to do something during gametime

[gcldenhexrted]

💀 make :) me :) sob :)

Send 💀 and I will write my Muse dying suddenly and violently in front of yours.        

He’s always been far too protective. It’s a fault, he’s a danger to himself when he thinks his family could be hurt. That’s why he’s currently fighting, having seen someone coming close to hurting his husband. The smaller dragon is growling, not having realized the other is like him and his husband. At least not yet. His fist collides with a hand slowly being coated with scales, Itzal’s confusion clear when he sees it. What he doesn’t see coming is the claws which now rake their way down the young dragon’s face, blood starting to pour out.

He digs claws into the other’s arm, but the stalker is changing, growing bigger and more powerful while Itzal struggles to start his own change. He isn’t sure why, as the darkening scales of a corrupting light dragon are visible, the other dragon squeezing Itzal’s head harder and harder before deciding to end the smaller dragon with a quick snap of the dragon’s jaws. It’s jarring, just how familiar this feeling is, the slow drain of life from the younger dragon’s eyes, as his lungs fill with blood and his heart pounds desperately to stay alive.

Aaron is there, he’ll save you. He has to save you, you can be saved! Keep fighting for each breath, keep fighting to stay alive! As that inner voice screams, he knows he’s fading too fast. Keep breathing, he needs you, your family needs you. Try to get out, maybe if he takes your hand, he can save you from this, you’ll get that forever you’ve wanted! But your demons have finally caught up to you. There’s no where left to run.

As he tries to reach forward, tries to escape, he’s drowning in his own blood. And soon, he can’t see the other, as the dragon stops playing with his makeshift meal, bringing Itzal down into an angry maw and crunching him, the only thing left of Itzal being the arm that had reached out, one with the young dragon’s wedding band and the enchanted ice dragon tattoo, which slowly stopped moving, curling up as if falling asleep for the last time.

[gcldenhexrted]

How far would Itzal go to protect/save someone he loves?

           Ask my muse anything    

He will keep going until death. Be it the death of the threat, or his own. And he would easily give his life, as he’s always viewed himself as expendable, even if everyone else argues against it. In fact, he has a large, rather unsightly scar from when he fought to the death against another dragon, from the other’s jaws having caught him in his non-dragon form. Needless to say, he doesn’t like talking about it.