#ae au

[bloodbetwixtgold]

Into the Shadow - Closed Starter

@ofthepuzzle

The nights had bled into days and he had been terribly busy.

Filtering the mood of a whole metropolis and making it ready for an upheaval... a stir so to speak wasn't an easy task, but he would make it work.

The upstanding citizens of Waset were beyond unhappy as their Pharaoh had gone on to the afterlife, entered the Duat... but that was just what happened. Something like an icy splinter had wedged into his organs, since that day. Like the night sky of small clear splinters had sliced through him and left only dread and emptiness behind.

He had been desperate and empty... and so, so angry that the rage in his veins had felt numbing with how heated it was.

Certainly a strange kind of grief, but he had felt it nonetheless... That wretched person... the former pharaoh had gone on... had performed the one sole action that he had condemned his people to never reach and then had left a state that wasn't read for the departure.

Wild hair, golden glimmer and bright big eyes flitted through his mind for a tiny second, but he let the fleeting memory pass on, out of his system. One of these days their destiny would be decided... one of these days he would see, if he had done the world a favor... or made a horrible mistake.

His hands balled into fists as he slipped through the night, his new mantle fluttering in the night air and barely making a noise. Once the rites had been completed and the tomb sealed.... he had made it his penultimate business to desecrate it in the worst fashion.

It had almost cost him an arm and left behind a huge wound, but it didn't matter... the dead man should feel the same grief that the ripped up souls of his village felt... and he would wear the garments of the late pharaoh as his trophy.

He hadn't had the opportunity to best him in life... but he could still ruin him in death.

Something caught his attention and he slipped onto a rooftop, watching a smaller figure darting through the night... hidden beneath a completely clean garment... the rich smell of cinnamon and myrrh tickling his nose... He didn't actually want to step into the awareness of the public JUST yet... maybe the approach of this meeting should have been clear to him, but it hadn't.... The thing that beckoned him to follow, the one dying grace of the smaller human slipping through the night was a spark of gold.... that one splotch of light hitting a hidden cursed treasure.

He was well on his way to follow without a sound before he could even make the decision, his stomach filling with madness and icy dread.

Maybe he would destroy the honor and false virtue of a whole family tonight-

[icaruscreates]

Since I forgot to share here, Chapter One of Among the Snow, I'm Home is up!!

LINK:

[sebbaaa]

[cookiiemancer]

Nova GITM -> @venomous-qwille

Read the fic you won't regret it

[leafeyrune]

Hey guys you can tell i am normal about what could happen in AVA 11

YT version under cut!

[hinamie]

hhmmmmm uh im dusting the cobwebs off my brain trying 2 come up w something interestinf uhh.......anything non spoiler-y you can discuss w regards to geto in the atla au perchance?

hi rin !!!!! tysm fr sending i hope u r doing well <3

atla geto lore fr u courtesy of sam:

he's a waterbender from the northern water tribe. he can bloodbend but finds it distasteful

he gave gojo the betrothal necklace/proposed to him when they were 20 (all of the adult characters are aged up in the fic vs jjk canon ages)

all of his decisions are driven by a desire to lighten the burden placed on gojo's shoulders

aaaaand atla geto draws fr u courtesy of Me :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[pien-art]

totally enamoured by @eve-is-obsessed ‘s fic “Need Me Then” <- go check it out !!! I can’t wait to read more of this au !!!

[halcyon-autumn]

Suian thinking they’d be better off if the Dragon were a girl is so funny. Like Suian, babe, I love you wholeheartedly but you would not have an easier time with EGWENE AL’VERE as your prophesied savior I promise. Sure you don’t have to worry about her going insane, but Egwene is so stubborn she’s resisting an empire that’s spent a thousand years perfecting indoctrination. Egwene once threatened a full-fledged sister because she blamed her for Nynaeve’s death. Egwene would say “I am going to get a good grade in ‘being the prophesied savior who will either save or destroy the world,’ something that’s normal to want and possible to achieve” and then start fucking the shit up of everyone she doesn’t like - INCLUDING everyone she doesn’t like in the White Tower. And keep in mind, her best friends are 1.) Nynaeve al’Meare, human embodiment of the “I’m a healer but…” meme, and 2.) Elayne Trakand, the heir to the throne of the most powerful country on the continent who knows Egwene for two days and then is so ride or die for her that she tries to follow her out of the Tower and then starts attacking the “women who enslave channelers” crew with a stick. You would not have a chill time with a Dragon!Egwene au I promise you that.

[waveglox]

4 dads and their spoiled little princess (and their gentledog) 🎲🌟🔍🐞🦷🐶

happy bday @soldier-el

[scifur]

Witch Hat Atelier au of the twins!

the alternate colors bc im indecive:

[jasondeansgothwife]

if i were a girl on jackass ♡♡ inspired by others i've seen on here

[jetkielover]

@sm-baby

I have no idea what to put over than that I hate Freakshow!Able

[sebbaaa]

[bloodbetwixtgold]

He wasn't aware what had kept him here, so close to the prince. He could have hidden in shadow and waited until the other fell back asleep to decide on the finality of this moment...

And yet... he was sitting beneath the window, hair ruffled by the wind, half cased in Khonsu's shine... and was speechless for just a moment.

While the darkness fell deeply in his face, he could see the round cheeks of the other, the bright eyes that shone in a soulful manner. He got aware in that moment that the prince hadn't lost his childish view on the world... and maybe that was what finally steered his hands and thoughts clear from a weapon...

There was no evil, nor ill-intend in that gaze... only softness, curiosity, reverence... naivety. Rich dark eyes... a tinge of red and violet... lively... His own pale eyes closed for a moment, before he moved to a more graceful sitting position and smirked at the other one lightly. Maybe he could use this to his advantage.

" 'The opener of ways'.." He hummed and felt excited for just a moment... how easy the smaller one had made his entry. A guide of dead souls towards the after life and also a guardian and counselor to royalty... well if that is what the prince wanted to see.

"How would you know, you aren't still dreaming?" He asked lowly, his eyes narrowed, voice barely a whisper. "If you see me here something must trouble you. Something you seek guidance on." He was aware he was doing something beyond heretic, but he didn't care. This boys father was already a lost cause... maybe there was something salvageable in this one. Something that didn't require to kill him. He was a vengeful creature and if he hated, then he did so with a full heart and a sharp tongue...

But there was no piece of darkness in this one - yet. Childish ignorance, yes... but this one wore his Ba like his face. He could see it clear as day. Pureness, softness.... like wool that he had stolen as a child from the markets to keep warm in the dark nights.

Something still urged him to rip this small creature apart, but he was firmly pushing the notion away. Nothing in his mind would accept that outcome. He would be no better than those filthy, violent guards.

Cont. [x] // @bloodbetwixtgold

Heaven's black night, the light of the stars and the moon illuminate through the single window opening in the room. Sleep arrives as a magical rest, the prince is curled in a ball as though to help him maintain warmth through the cold night. His hand is gripping into a blanket in the same manner he used to hold onto his parents’ garbs. It brings him a sense of security. He’s dreaming of an oasis, his blanket floating in clear waters and his hand scoops a few lilies. Dreams don’t make sense at times. Like how it doesn’t make any sense that he can stay afloat on a thin blanket. Almost like some powerful force is protecting him from sinking. In the dream, Atem crawls out of the water and into the shore. He then notices paw prints on the golden sand. In his peripheral vision, he could spot a grey pelt and dark nose sniffing at him. A jackal? It has unique features. A  bark breaks the silence and it almost feels like he heard it in reality. It wakes him up.

Atem shifts, motioning a hand to rub away the sleep from his eyes. Why would the jackal wake him up? That was a strange dream. He sits up from his sanctuary within a cocoon of cotton sheets. His body completely freezes when he comes to meet a figure in the shadows. And when the moon shines upon his hair, it’s remarkably ashen-grey. Like the fur of the canine in his dream. Was he the one who woke him from his slumber or was it a coincidence?

The prince’s first instinct was to extend a hand out, pointing in the direction of the figure in front, before blurting out, “Wepwawet.” On normal occasions, when there’s an intruder it would be expected for him to shout so that the guards could hear him. But he’s staring at the other and mistaking him for the deity that seemed to have appeared in his dream. The deity has ties with royalty, protecting their rise to power, and accompanying them on hunts. It's also associated with funerary rites and war, carrying sharp arrows more powerful than the gods alone. Stuck in the delusion that he’s likely safe with “Wepwawet”, Atem scoots over to the edge of the bed and continues looking up at the stranger. His unique eye color and hair make him stand out, looking supernal.

“Did you come from my dream?” He asks.

[p-ogman]

First Word

[alukaforyou]

im rotating through my million wips, everyone imagine modern day prince mads au thanks!