#HE'S SO CIRCLE UNTIL HE TRANSFORMS IN THE SPIRIT TEMPLE LOL

[earfgoddesss]

I'm so obsessed with the current ATLA comics artsyle. Everyone looks SO GOOD. I love how handsome and perfect Aang, esp that he's 16 in the comics. I love how cute and badass Toph is. I love the rigid shapes on Sokka that show his masculine personality, but still combined with his smug expressions. I love the texture of Katara's hair. I LOVE how BEAUTIFUL Azula, Zuko, and Ursa are and how they all kind of have the same face. I love how Azula looks in her comic so much, I can't describe why, but she just looks so good. Iroh looks the same tbh, he's just chilling. AND SUKI LOOKS SO MASC HERE!!

Artist is Peter Wartman and the Colors are done by Ryan Hill btw

[illarian-rambling]

can I get an info dump on Anarac Fifth-Blood? 😇

Lol, why am I not surprised you asked for this? I love my little walking apocalypse though, so let's get cracking!

Anarac was born in the Araunian capital city of Dualn, about seven thousand years before the current era of Illaros. He's named Fifth-Blood because he's the fifth generation of his family to live within Dualn's walls. The Araunians had very strong city loyalties, so how long your family lived in a city was considered a source of pride. Five generations was considered a decently long time.

His lineage didn't save him from living paycheck to paycheck, though. Araun had a decent public school system, but Anarac dropped out at eighteen to A) get a job after his parents booted him out and B) because he and his then girlfriend ended up as teen parents. Life was a bit precarious for him then, however, it was far from unpleasant. He found a job at a restaurant while his now-wife, Eabain, went to school to become an alchemist. Their son was named Finian, and he soon was joined by a little brother, Baerdyn. Anarac knew he wasn't anyone's picture of success by any means, but he was content.

Things did eventually take a turn, though. Eabain began to regret settling down so soon and all but left in the night, moving to an entirely different city and leaving Anarac to raise their kids alone. Anarac had to quit his enjoyable cooking job for one that paid better - a market guard to be exact, though he did keep a food cart he sold sandwiches out of on the side. He worked his ass off to support his sons, who were his pride and joy.

But back then, things were different on Illaros. The world was new, and the gods weren't as practiced at keeping End at bay. There was a reason Araunian cities were built as compounds. Though the lack of natural light could be difficult, everyone was provided shelter from the gaze of the stars. Unless you ran a food cart and liked to sell to resting caravans late at night, that is.

The first time End reached a tendril into his mind, Anarac was hardly aware of what was happening. He felt an odd pressure and decided to follow it as it led him to a circle of dancing elven travelers, all whirling around one central figure in the garb of a priest. The next thing Anarac knew was waking up around noon, covered in sand and blood, no one to be seen. Shaken, he decided to pretend it had never happened. He had a family to look after. But as the nights went on, the pressure only became greater, until even within the walls of Dualn, he felt as if his skull might crack.

Desperate now, Anarac decided to go to a priest. The Araunians were more knowledgeable about End than current civilizations, so even as a simple market guard, Anarac had an inkling about what was happening to him. Such a decision would be his downfall, in the end. As he entered under the church's skylight, End possessed him, transforming him into a monstrous avatar of the embodiment of destruction. Using his body as its anchor, End rampaged through Araun, destroying temples to weaken the gods. Hundreds were killed in its wake.

Anarac kept his rebellious spirit, however. He pushed back against End constantly, waiting for any weakness to wrest control away. It was when he almost managed to drown the both of them that End decided enough was enough. Anarac needed to be broken.

End, wearing Anarac's skin, returned to his little apartment in Dualn. For the months their father had been away, Finian, now twelve, had done his best to take care of his brother, letting no one know their father was gone so that they wouldn't be split up and taken away to an orphanage. Except, now 'Anarac' was back. Both boys were overjoyed. Anarac pleaded for End to leave his sons alone, but a lesson had to be taught. End killed both children in gruesome fashion. This was the final straw for his cracking mind. Anarac never rebelled again. He kept up a constant pained scream as the Illarian Chosen destroyed him and End together. He didn't stop screaming even as his mind was taken up and made to be a part of End. He didn't stop until he was sent back down to Illaros again, just another mind of End now, to possess another unfortunate avatar: Izjik Meautammera.

After this, thinks get spoilery, but you know what happens, Wyked. After the events of End Times, Anarac's soul is given to the god of loyalty, as no one knows where the Araunian afterlife is. There, he would stay until the events of Starbreaker. The gods are looking to see what's beyond the Watchtower, you see, and for that, they need an expert in End.

Here's some art! Idk why I always draw him so goofy

I hope you enjoy my most extra special traumatized boy!