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trucy and phoenix doodle comic from 2023. realized i never posted this one here!

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just for a moment

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I don’t know if y’all wanna watch a 4 minute animatic on tumblr, but YouTube won’t let me post it because of copyright shit.

Here’s the full thing, it took me a year to make, go crazy

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How to Chain a Dragon

If you want a rebellious dragon to do what you tell them, you may need to apply some careful pressure.

Good thing Ga'ran has always had a knack for manipulating people.

Or: How Nahyuta started working for the false Queen.

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“You know, the fact that you are here at all, sitting in a chair and not rotting in a cell is only due to the Queen’s mercy.” The man crossed the fingers of his large hands and watched his visitor over them, though the eyes always seemed to move around their face rather than focusing on their eyes.

“I know.” Nahyuta’s face in turn was perfectly neutral, not even a twitch betraying any reaction to the comment. “Her Eminence is most gracious. I appreciate the opportunity, despite my unsavory background.”

“Unsavory background,” Inga Karkhuul Khura’in repeated with a dark chuckle, “That is one way to put it.” He got up and turned, walking to the window behind his overly large desk overlooking the palace garden.

Nahyuta took the moment to assess the situation. Turning his back on them was a foolish maneuver, but they knew what it was meant to achieve. It was the same thing as the large desk, the weapons framed on the walls and the armed guards outside the door were supposed to achieve. Inga was demonstrating his immense power, proving that he did not feel threatened or even worried. He was a flashy man, aiming to take the room in with his presence. It wasn’t exactly the sign of a great strategist or a very intelligent schemer, which made sense. Ga’ran would not want competition like that.

It did come with one issue though, the lack of a safe exit strategy. “Knowing where to run if things go south is an absolute priority, wherever you are,” Dhurke had told them. “When in doubt, choose flight over fight and try again another day.” Well, flight would not be an option today, so keeping their head clear and focused was the only strategy they had for this.

“It will only be a matter of time before that business will be taken care of,” Inga continued now, turning to look at Nahyuta once again.

“I have no doubt about that,” Nahyuta responded, not looking away. Their eyes gave nothing away about the meaning beind their words.

There was silence for a moment, then Inga suddenly stepped closer and pushed Nahyuta’s chair about, grabbing them by the collar. “I know exactly what this is, Sahdmadhi,” he said, so close now that Nahyuta could smell the smoke permanently lingering to his clothes. “You think we’re going to buy you just decided to turn your back on your father’s ideas? You think I don’t know what this,” he grabbed Nahyuta’s right wrist tightly and pulled it up, shaking it, “Is hiding?”

Nahyuta’s eyes had narrowed ever so slightly, but they kept their composure, although part of him would like nothing more than to kick the legs out from under the man and put him in his place. “I make no secret out of my former allegiance. I am here because my views changed.”

“Here to spy, is what you are. A pretty little bug for the Dragons.”

“That will be enough, Inga.” Upon hearing the new voice, Inga let go so forcefully Nahyuta’s chair almost toppled over, but they remained upright and turned their head slightly to the side, not liking the fact that someone had moved behind them without their knowledge. She walked around the chair and came into view, and Nahyuta’s insides coiled with hatred. They had only ever seen her on pictures and screens, but knowing what they knew was enough to make their disdain hard to hide. “Leave us alone,” she told her husband, who seemed a bit hesitant, but followed the order nevertheless. The door shut heavily behind him.

Ga’ran circled Nahyuta slowly, then approached, grasped their chin and tilted it up from one side to the other, a kind smile on her face. She had her act on real good, but her long fingernails were digging into their skin. “I can see the fire in your eyes,” she said, surveying Nahyuta’s sharp, aquamarine eyes that were so familiar to her, although brighter than their origin. “I’ve seen it before. You may look more like my sister, but I can see that traitor Dhurke in your expression. To raise a child with these flawed ideals, and then send them in his stead… It is an interesting approach.”

“He didn’t send me anywhere. I came of my own volition, to help,” Nahyuta insisted stubbornly, forcing themself not to pull their head away.

“Oh, help you will,” Ga’ran said, ever so sweetly. “You will be the final nail in Dhurke’s coffin. You will bring the law down on every fool that opposes me, until there is nobody left. You will help me solidify my spot on the throne, and you will do so without scheming, without sending little messages to your traitor friends, without ever questioning me. Do you know why?”

She let go of their chin and stood straight again, beckoning them to follow. Nahyuta got up slowly and followed her to the window. The palace garden was glowing in the afternoon sun, and now that they were close enough, they could see a little girl sitting in the grass by the pond, watching the frogs.

“Attachments are weakness,” Ga’ran said, so close to their ear that it made Nahyuta shudder. “They make people vulnerable. It’s why Dhurke sent his other brat to another country. You don’t have to worry about him, do you?”

Nahyuta worried about Apollo every day, but they weren’t going to voice that. They also didn’t get the point of this. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You will.” Ga’ran reached out and opened the window. “Rayfa! Come up here for a second, will you?”

“Yes, mother!” the girl replied, quickly gathering up her things and running back to the palace. Puzzled by this, Nahyuta watched her go, then turned back, to see Ga’ran sit down by the desk Inga had been at moments prior. She looked out of place there, like she didn’t need the large desk to impose, it almost seemed in contrast to her warm act. For some reason, it gave Nahyuta a very uneasy feeling.

Soon enough, the door opened and the girl came in, looking eager but also like she was trying to appear well-behaved. “What is it, mother?”

“This is Nahyuta Sahdmadhi,” Ga’ran said, indicating them. “They will be working here as a prosecutor from now on.”

“Sahdmadhi?” Rayfa scowled. “But that’s the traitor, mom, isn’t it? Why are they here, and not in a prison cell?!”

“It looks like not all Sahdmadhis are on the wrong side of the law,” the Queen commented with a chuckle.

Nahyuta, on the other hand, was frozen in their spot, feeling like they’d been drenched in ice water. It had been such a long time, and they had mourned, spent months praying for the soul of the young life they’d not had the chance to really get to know. Her eyes were like theirs, sharp and aquamarine, and her displeased expression had so much of Dhurke in it. Had he known and just never told them? Or would this be news to him, too?

It seemed like Rayfa pondered for a while, then came to a decision. “Well then.” With all the poise of a future Queen, she approached Nahyuta and held out her hand. “I suppose you deserve a chance. Once I have mastered the Divination Séance, I suppose we will be working together a lot. So you better behave yourself! I will not tolerate any tomfoolery!”

There was a whole storm of emotions running through Nahyuta, from relief and gratitude over anger to despair. They wanted to grab her and run. Take her out of the line of fire. It made sense now. Weakness.

They shook her hand and forced a small smile. “I look forward to it, Your Benevolence.”

“That will be all, Rayfa,” Ga‘ran said, watching the princess leave before setting her eyes back on Nahyuta. “No harm will come to the princess,” she told them, her voice sickly sweet, “As long as you behave. As long as you help me solidify my reign and hunt down every dragon left out there until they are no more, you can keep her safe. Are we clear on that?”

Nahyuta had their hands curled into fists, their fingernails digging into the dragon tattoo on their palm. It had always been a source of strength to them, but now it was covered, and the future looked hopeless. No exit strategy in the world could dig them out of this hole. As much as it hurt, there was only one possible response.

“Yes.”

(ao3 version)

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breakdown brothers........ god this was intense. their stuttering voices<//3

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Glowing green eyes-

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They’re the best part of spirit of justice ^^

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Evidence? Why, of course, I have it right here [releases bird of prey upon you]

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they’re just chilling

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ema is still very relatable 

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this image would NOT leave my mind until i drew it

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little sister

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I just want them to act like siblings again and mess with each other is that too much to ask for

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i've seen a couple of people drawing apollo smoking, i think it's kinda fun to consider...

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sutileza

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Just a couple of doodles