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[himevampirechan]

Vanishipping fanfic: Duat

Week of revo is coming soon. But any time is the right time for write fanfiction for my favourite ship: Atem and Anzu.

English is not my firts languaje and i used an web translator to help me with this chapter. Soo sorry if you found any mistake.

DUAT

FOREWORD     

A glass shatters shrilly against the floor.

"Ukht?" Marik asks from the sofa with a confused expression, Ishizu Ishtar stares in shock at the photographs on his desk.

Weeks ago, her colleague in London had asked for her help in translating a, newly discovered, manuscript. Now that the young woman knows its contents, she does think she isn't capable of revealing the information to Dr Carter.

"it can't be," whispers the woman, attracting the curiosity of her brothers.  Marik rises from his seat and Rishid picks up the pieces of glass from the floor.

"The papyrus... It speaks of Atem!" The Egyptian woman points with trembling hands to one of the translations. A hiss of pain, make them to jump in surprise, Rishid watches the blood fall from the cut on his finger. 

In the background, the phone rings. A bad feeling.  

...

"HELP ME!" She shouts, pushing the door once more. It won't open, it won't move. She can feel the flames, coming closer, through the wood "PLEASE!" 

A creaking sound above her head makes her instinctively run to the far wall; the ceiling collapses and its beams, blocking the only way out of the room.

Frightened, she can see smoke coming from under the door. Coughing, her eyes filled with tears, she huddles between the wardrobe and the mirror where, before each performance, she applies her make-up.  The young woman gropes the floor for something that might help her, but her fingers stop when she finds her ballet shoes.

"I..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the smoke "... I'm going to die".

The thought loops inside her head until the words stop making sense and her body feels numb. And just like that, the fear disappears.

"It's a shame." She says resignedly, lowering her gaze and fondly touching her attire. The walls behind her back have begun to burn.

"I would have liked the others to see me dance..." Her head spins. The mirror, to her right, explodes into shards showering her with glittering glass.

She can no longer breathe, her skin hurts. Something thunders, something falls? It's impossible to tell exactly, the heat is too much.

"Atem" She closes her eyes, with a small, sad smile "I'm sure he won't be at all amused to see me so soon."

...

The sound of ambulances and screams, it's too loud.

"MY FRIEND IS STILL IN THERE!" He repeats in a desperate voice, trying to break free from the fireman who is pushing him by the shoulders. His strength pushes him back a few steps.  

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" shouts Jonouchi in the distance as Otogi tries to reason with one of the policemen blocking the way. Behind them, Sugoroku Mutou looks terrified at his grandson and Bakura holds Shizuka's hand since she is crying against his shoulder.

Honda punches one of the officers who is holding him. Feeling free, he runs desperately towards the theatre but three men, pinning him brutally to the ground.

"YUGI!" Someone calls out to him above the melee. Mokuba runs in his direction pointing skyward, in his hand a smartphone and an earpiece in his ear "KCorp emergency team is coming!"

"Where is she!" shouts a female voice, Mai Kujaku approaches with a distressed expression. In the sky, the sound of engines approach.

"Mai..." whispers Yugi feeling everything crumbling in front of him. Numb with pain, he turns his head towards the burning building, as if to answer the young woman's question.

With a gasp, the blonde holds him by the neck, glaring angrily at him with tear-drenched eyes.

"WE MUST GET HER OUT OF THERE!" She demands shaking the boy. A cracking sound makes the world move in slow motion.

There is an explosion, fire rises against the night sky. What's left of the building shakes and with a noise, echoing in the hearts of those present, it collapses.

"BEWARE!" shouts a fireman pushing people away from the scene. There is a second explosion, the helicopters manoeuvre to avoid impact.

Jounnochi falls to his knees screaming desperately. Honda, with blood trickling down his chin, stops struggling against the men holding him down. Behind him, Yugi hears gasps, screams and sobs. 

"No..." he whispers feeling his chest tearing with pain "¡¡¡¡¡ANZUUUUUUU!!!!!"

...

"Aibou!" Atem wakes up with a gasp. Bathed in sweat, he throws the sheets away and walks, with numb steps, towards the balcony in his room.

"That was Yugi's voice," he declares, feeling a lump form in his throat as he remembers the scream in his dream.

The kingdom of Kemet, or rather, its copy that remains within the Duat; Immeasurable in its grandeur and immovable to the passage of time, stands proudly under the starry sky.

A light suddenly illuminates the firmament. It approaches from afar, like a shooting star, and as it passes over the temple of the god Osiris, it swirls over its obelisks, illuminating the palace esplanade and the village.

"What is that?" whispers Atem with a frown. Below, in the gardens the guards begin to stir with alarm and in the streets the inhabitants of the kingdom emerge from their homes in confusion.

Like a bolt of lightning, the lightning strikes and its impact shakes the earth so badly that Pharaoh must cling to the balcony with his hands. The cries of the people and the creaking of the walls flood the night.

Alarmed, Atem turns towards the exit but the sound of his name, whispered in his ear, stops him in his tracks with a shrinking heart.

"Atem" it repeat. His body fills with a strange emotion. A feeling of shuddering sadness makes him turn his body and gaze intently at the temple still glowing in the strange light.

His heart knows immediately: someone has arrived and, whoever it is, is waiting for him in the sanctuary.

"Your Majesty!" Siamun shouts, almost crashing through the door, as the young man rushes out of the room and down the stairs. Behind him several people call out to him.

 "My horse!" Atem exclaims, in an authoritative voice, once through the garden gates. The guards and servants watch, wild-eyed, his sudden entrance.

"NOW!" he orders in a snarl and the frightened people present spring into action. The enclosure is flooded with the sound of animal whinnies and the creaking of straps and metal. As he waits, a group of people rush in, surprised by the impatient look on his face. 

A frightened servant hands over his horse, which, ready to go, snorts and snorts. Atem checks the reins in a swift, expert movement; satisfied he approaches to mount but a hand on his shoulder releases him from his frantic state.

"Your Majesty!" calls Mahado, catching up with him at the stables. With a gasp, the young pharaoh looks around him and, becomes aware of the people waiting restlessly for his orders. His eyes follow the hand that holds him until he meets the confused face of his cousin, Seto.

"Seto..." he whispers, after a few minutes of meditation "...Inform my father of what is happening and gather the members of the council in the throne room for dawn."

 "Mahado..." He continues, giving no chance for interruptions "...You will mobilise with Shada the guards inside the city. Investigate the possible cause of what happened in the sky tonight and make sure the villagers are safe."

"Anknadin" He adds, jumping on his horse and holding the reins tightly "You and Karim must go to the temple of Jedhu to confirm that the bas of the Egyptian gods were not harmed."

 "Yes, my Pharaoh!" reply the aforementioned with worried expressions but without going against the orders of their king. Light footsteps catch the boy's attention. 

"Temmy what's wrong?" asks Mana looking up at him from the floor with a distressed expression, the Pharaoh bites his lip trying to think over the sad voice that continues to whisper in his ear.

"Mana..." he exclaims after a few seconds, moving his horse to stand directly at the garden gates "...Find Isis, gather a group of hekas as soon as you can and await my return."

"Where will you go?" asks the mage walking at his side. Atem watches, from his mount as the doors to the stables are being opened by the servants. 

"There is something I must check at the Temple of Osiris" replies the young man, as he checks his horse's saddle one last time. Silently, the rest of the priests and servants watch the exchange with trepidation.

"You can't go alone! We have no idea what is going on!" exclaims the sorceress, surprised by the determined expression on his face.

"My Pharaoh, please..." begins Siamun between altered gasps "...If you could just wait for the guards...."

 "Someone is calling me" sighs Atem looking at them out of the corner of his eye. Without another word, he pulls on the reins and gallops away, swiftly, on his horse.

"I'll go with him!" announces Mana, summoning her staff to reach the pharaoh with a spell.

"Mana, wait," a voice stops her. With confused expressions those present see Isis approaching, wearing her characteristic calm expression.

"The Pharaoh will be fine" declares the brunette, stopping in front of everyone "I propose that we follow Pharaoh's orders, while we await his return."  

"What did you see?" asks Anknadim and the priestess looks sideways at him with an enigmatic expression.

"I do not yet fully understand it" she confesses, lightly touching the golden necklace she is wearing "But I know that the Pharaoh must go."

Resigned and silent, those present walk away to do his bidding. Mana remains still in her seat, worried and more confused than ever. Before walking away Seto sends a meaningful glance to Isis, warning her in a simple gesture that he owes them several answers.

"The wheels of fate have turned, again, in that direction," Isis whispers softly enough for no one to hear. A smile tugs at her lips as she gazes into the distance at the gleaming temple of Osiris.

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Atem gallops astride his horse; snorting, the animal races swiftly across the desert. The boy's knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the reins.  

"Atem" whispers once more in his ear.

"I'm coming..." he thinks spurring his agitated transport "...I'm close."

The animal's hooves skid as it forces him to slow down on the spotless tiles of the entrance. He hops down, then hurries towards the building.

Panting, he reaches the main hall of the temple; it is a room that closely resembles the shrine of the shadow duel: huge in its expanse, its walls are covered with hieroglyphs recounting the resurrection ritual of the god Osiris.

In the centre, under the moonlight, lies the mummified statue of Osiris; Atem gazes at the green of his skin and the bandages that lovingly cover his reborn body, brought to life by his wife, the goddess Isis.

Cautious, he picks up a torch and paces the room; his body stands alert, his scarlet purple eyes greedily scanning every corner in the huge room.

"Atem" whispers faintly in his ear. The pharaoh is petrified for a second in place; confused he raises the torch, directing the light around him in an attempt to better illuminate his path.

And then, he sees her on the ground: naked and unconscious, her face hidden in long dark hair, there is a woman at the feet of the god Osiris.

The young pharaoh approaches, glancing at the woman's pearly skin, her limbs stretched out on the ground are thin and seem fragile; the pharaoh feels a weight in his chest at the implications of the lack of clothing on her body. 

 "Atem" sighs one last time in his ear, the soft almost loving sound delighting the boy. Afterwards there is only silence.

"Are you alright?" he asks aloud, leaping the distance between him and the woman. Wasting no time, Atem takes her in his arms.

Looking respectfully away from her nakedness, he lets her head rest on his shoulder. He shakes her gently, still talking to her.

"Oi, wake up! Are you okay?" He can feel the soft breath against the skin of her neck, her body warm and seemingly uninjured.  

"Guards!" He shouts hoping someone will help. He tries to stand up holding the young woman, she moans slightly burying her face a little more against his shoulder; a scent wafts from the long strands of hair interrupting the Pharaoh's actions.

"Peach?" Atem's heart gives a start, his knees tremble even and if the girl weighs nothing in his arms. Incredulous, and careful not to hurt her, Atem shakes his body.

The pearly face falls from its position, uncovering him from the annoying brown hair: rounded profile, full lips of soft colour. Long eyelashes, small nose. Atem could recognize that face and scent in a million people.

"Anzu?!"

CHAPTER NOTES

Duat/Amenti/ Necher-Jertet: The underworld of Egyptian mythology, the place where the trial of Osiris was held, and where the spirit of the deceased must wander, avoiding evil beings and other dangers. His heart is judged in front of 12 Gods and, if worthy, he arrives at the final gate where he finds an exact copy of the living world free of poverty, disease and pain.

'Ukht: From Arabic: Sister.

Heka: Sorcerers.

Ba: soul

@revolutionshipping @chocolapeanut @week-of-revo @itsmechmech

[holymanacakes]

RevoWeen - 30th Oct - Immortality

Happy Halloween Everyone!!

Is she a demon, vampire or a god? Who knows not that she even can remember only that she is waiting...waiting for him to come back to her.

Pity the tomb robbers that try to rob the Pharaohs crypt,

P.s sarcophagus are horrible to draw.

@week-of-revo #revoween

[firefaerie81]

For day 3 of @week-of-revo, I chose the Gaming prompt!  Téa and Atem become a powerful impostor duo in Among Us!  I got a little carried away with this one, and you might have to open the images in a new tab to read some of the dialogue ^^;

Among Us is probably my favorite game to imagine characters playing together.  It’s varied but still simple, and you can get so many unique interactions out of it.

[lenneth28]

@week-of-revo HERE WE GO! Day 1 friends. Hope everyone likes it.

[week-of-revo]

Week-of-Revo 2022 Prompts and Rules (May 1-8)

May might be two months away, but it’s never too early to be aware and prepared! Once again, here are the prompts and rules for revoweek 2022!

[deejadabbles]

A drabble for @week-of-revo Day Two: History repeats itself/casually stealing each other's things ❤️

The spirit of the puzzle, who was currently in control of his hosts body, should have taken note of the chill sooner. His aibou always joked that when he was in control for more than 10 minutes, the pharaoh somehow always managed to sling their jacket off and hang it around their shoulders. He had never truly noticed it until Yugis teasings, to the spirit it just felt comfortable to wear the garment that way.

But now he was starting to regret it, as the early spring breeze picked up and ran cold air up his bare arms. He reached to tuck the jacket closer- only to grab empty air.

Confused, he turned and found that the jacket was gone completely. His brain was just trying to work out where he might have dropped it, when he caught a glimpse of blue over bright yellow.

Anzu, who had been walking beside him as they enjoyed a day in Dominos business district, was rubbing her hand over her arms. Arms that were covered by his jacket.

Another gust of wind whipped passed them, and the spirit saw her shiver against the bitting cold. She noticed him watching her then, and blush crept into her already windswept cheeks.

"Sorry," she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "guess I should have asked first, I'm just so used to stealing Yugis things." She laughed then, and the pharaoh felt something tickle the back of his mind.

A phantom sensation of soft cotton under his hands, and arms hanging onto his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, my king, but your earrings fit my bangles so perfectly! Would you like to take me away for stealing them?"

An image drifted to the surface of his mind, as the ghostly words were topped off by a melodic laugh that matched Anzu's perfectly. The image was fickle, just as everything regarding the ancient spirit was. But he saw the vague visage of a woman with hair done in tight braids, chest draped in linen and gold, and wearing a smile that so reminded him of his sweet Anzu.

"Pharaoh?"

He snapped out of his reverie to see the real Anzu...this life's Anzu, staring at him with concern.

"You okay?"

It was his turn to blush as he cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm sorry I was just... thinking."

[arien-elensar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner/Yami Yuugi Characters: Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Yami Yuugi | Atem, Mutou Yuugi, Kaiba Seto, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler Additional Tags: Duel Monsters (Yu-Gi-Oh), Revolutionshipping Week, revoweek, weekofrevo Summary:

“He’s still getting adjusted,” Yugi said, “but he remembers us. What we all did, together.”

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[week-of-revo]

LOVE THIS

I love how she's just soaking him in lmaoo, as is her right. (Shes so lucky can you imagine 😩)

Thank you for this, Ailish <3

Week of Revo: Day 5 - Role Reversal! 💕

Totally not an excuse to show Atem’s toned abs, what is this vile slander sir

So I don’t know if this has been done before, but imagine Dancer!Atem. The eye candy we didn’t know we needed lmao

Also, Anzu would totally rule as a pharaoh! 

Keep reading

[himevampirechan]

Vanishshipping fanfiction: Duat

week of revo esta cerca, pero cuando puedo continuo escribiendo sobre estos personajes a los que adoro: Atem y Anzu.

Disfruten: Notas al final de capitulo.

DUAT

PRÓLOGO                   

Un vaso se rompe estridentemente contra el suelo.

“¿'ukht?” Pregunta Marik desde el sofá con expresión confundida, Ishizu Ishtar observa en shock las fotografías sobre su escritorio.

Semanas atrás, su colega de Londres le había pedido ayuda para traducir un, recién descubierto, manuscrito. Ahora, que la joven conoce su contenido, no se cree capaz de revelar la información al Dr. Carter.

“Esto no puede ser” susurra la mujer, atrayendo la curiosidad de sus hermanos.  Marik se levanta de su asiento y Rishid recoge del suelo los trozos de cristal.

“El papiro… ¡Habla sobre Atem!”  ” La egipcia señala con manos temblorosas una de las traducciones. Un siseo de dolor, hace que salten con sorpresa, Rishid observa caer la sangre desde el corte en su dedo. 

Al fondo, el teléfono suena. Un mal presentimiento.  

…

“¡AYUDENME!” grita empujando la puerta una vez más. No se abre, no se mueve. Puede sentir las llamas, acercándose, a través de la madera “¡POR FAVOR!” 

Un crujido sobre su cabeza la hace correr, instintivamente, hacía la pared más lejana; el techo colapsa y sus vigas, bloquean la única salida de la habitación.

Asustada, puede ver el humo entrar por debajo de la puerta. Tosiendo, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas, se acurruca entre el armario y el espejo donde, antes de cada función, se maquilla.  La joven tantea el suelo en busca de algo que la pueda ayudar, pero sus dedos se detienen al encontrar sus zapatillas de ballet.

“Yo…” susurra, con voz ronca por el humo “… Voy a morir”

El pensamiento se repite en bucle dentro de su cabeza hasta que las palabras dejan de tener sentido y siente el cuerpo entumecido. Y sin más, el miedo desaparece.

“Es una lástima.” Dice resignada, bajando la mirada y tocando con cariño su atuendo. Las paredes a su espalda han comenzado a arder.

“Me habría gustado que los demás me vieran bailar…” La cabeza le da vueltas. El espejo, a su derecha, explota en pedazos bañándola con cristal brillante.

Ya no puede respirar, la piel le duele. Algo truena, ¿algo cae? Es imposible saberlo con exactitud, el calor es demasiado.

“Atem” Cierra los ojos, con una pequeña y triste sonrisa “Estoy segura que no le hará ninguna gracia verme tan pronto.”

…

El sonido de las ambulancias y los gritos, es demasiado fuerte.

“¡MI AMIGA SIGUE AHÍ ADENTRO!” Repite con voz desesperada, intentado soltarse del bombero que lo empuja por los hombros. Su fuerza le hace retroceder unos pasos.   

“¡QUITATE DE MI CAMINO!” Grita Jonouchi a lo lejos mientras Otogi intenta razonar con uno de los policías que bloquea el paso. Detrás de ellos, Sugoroku Mutou mira con gesto aterrorizado hacía su nieto y Bakura sujeta la mano de Shizuka que llora, fuertemente, contra su hombro.

Honda golpea a uno de los oficiales que lo retiene. Al sentirse libre, corre desesperadamente hacía el teatro pero tres hombres lo alcanzan, sujetándole brutalmente contra el suelo.

“¡YUGI!” Le llama alguien encima del tumulto. Mokuba corre en su dirección señalando hacia el cielo, en su mano un teléfono celular y un  audífono en la oreja “¡El equipo de auxilio KCorp está por llegar!”

“¡¿En dónde está ella?!” Grita una voz femenina, Mai Kujaku se acerca con expresión angustiada. En el cielo, el sonido de motores se acerca.

“Mai…” susurra Yugi sintiendo como todo se está desmoronando frente a él. Entumecido en dolor, gira su cabeza hacia el edificio que se quema, como para responder a la pregunta de la joven.

Con un jadeo, la rubia le sujeta por el cuello, mirándole furiosa con  ojos bañados en lágrimas.

“¡DEBEMOS SACARLA DE AHI!” Exige sacudiendo al muchacho. Un crujido hace que el mundo se mueva en cámara lenta.

Hay una explosión, el fuego se levanta contra el cielo nocturno. Lo que queda del edificio tiembla y con un ruido, que hace eco en los corazones de los presentes, se derrumba.

“¡CUIDADO!” Grita un bombero empujando a las personas del lugar. Hay una segunda explosión, los helicópteros maniobran para evitar el impacto.

Jounnochi cae de rodillas gritando desesperadamente. Honda, con un hilo de sangre que resbala por su barbilla, deja de luchar contra los hombres que lo sujetan. A sus espaldas, Yugi escucha jadeos, gritos y sollozos.  

“No…” susurra sintiendo como su pecho se desgarra de dolor “¡¡¡¡¡ANZUUUUU!!!!!”

…

“¡¿Aibou?!” Atem se despierta con un grito ahogado. Bañado en sudor, lanza lejos las sabanas y camina, con pasos entumecidos, hacía el balcón en su habitación.

“Esa era la voz de Yugi” declara, sintiendo un nudo formarse en su garganta al recordar el grito dentro de su sueño.

El reino de Kemet o mejor dicho, su copia que permanece dentro del Duat; Inmensurable en su grandeza e inamovible al paso de tiempo, se erige orgullosa bajo el cielo estrellado.

Una luz alumbra el firmamento repentinamente. Se acerca desde lo lejos, como una estrella fugaz, y al pasar encima del templo del Dios Osiris, se arremolina sobre sus obeliscos iluminando la explanada del palacio y el pueblo.

“¿Qué es eso?” Susurra Atem con el ceño fruncido. Abajo, en los jardines los guardias comienzan a moverse con alarma y en las calles los habitantes del reino salen de sus hogares con confusión.

Como si fuera un rayo, la luz cae y su impacto hace temblar la tierra de tal modo, que el faraón debe aferrarse con las manos al balcón. Los gritos del pueblo y el crujir de las paredes inundan la noche.

Alarmado, Atem da vuelta con dirección a la salida pero el sonido de su nombre, susurrado en su oído, le detiene con el corazón encogido.

“Atem” repiten. Su cuerpo se llena con una emoción extraña. Un sentimiento de estremecedora tristeza lo hace volver el cuerpo y mirar con atención al templo que aun brilla por la extraña luz.

Su corazón lo sabe inmediatamente: alguien ha llegado y, sea quien sea, le está esperando en el santuario.

“¡¿Su majestad?!” Grita Siamun casi estrellándose con la puerta, cuando el joven se precipita fuera de la habitación y escaleras abajo. A sus espaldas varías personas le llaman a gritos.

 “¡Mi caballo!” Exclama Atem, con voz autoritaria, una vez que atraviesa las puertas del jardín. Los guardias y sirvientes observan, con ojos desorbitados, su entrada repentina.

“¡AHORA!” Ordena en un gruñido y los asustados presentes entran en acción. El recinto se inunda con el sonido de los relinchos de animales y el crujir de las correas y  metal. Mientras espera, un grupo de personas se acerca velozmente, sorprendidos por la impaciente mirada en su rostro.  

Un asustado sirviente entrega a su caballo, que listo para partir, no deja de bufar. Atem revisa las riendas en un movimiento rápido y experto; satisfecho se acerca para subir pero una mano en su hombro lo libera de su estado frenético.

“¡Majestad!” llama Mahado dándole alcance en las caballerizas. Con un jadeo, el joven faraón mira a su alrededor y, toma consciencia, de las personas que aguardan inquietos sus órdenes. Sigue con los ojos la mano que le retiene hasta encontrarse con el gesto confundido de su primo Seto.

“Seto…” susurra, tras unos minutos de meditación “…Informa a mi padre de lo que ocurre y reúne a los miembros del consejo en la sala del trono para el amanecer.”

 “Mahado…” Continua, sin dar oportunidad a interrupciones “…Movilizaras junto a Shada a los guardias dentro de la ciudad. Investiguen la posible causa de lo que ocurrió en el cielo esta noche y asegúrense de que los pobladores estén a salvo.”

“Anknadin” Agrega, subiendo de un salto en su caballo y sujetando firmemente las riendas “Tu  y Karim deben ir al templo de Jedhu para confirmar que los bas de los dioses egipcios no sufrieron daños”

 “¡Si, mi Faraón!” Responden los mencionados con expresiones preocupadas pero sin ir en contra de las órdenes de su rey. Unos ligeros pasos llaman la atención del muchacho.  

“Temmy ¿Qué ocurre?” pregunta Mana mirándolo desde el piso con expresión angustiada, el faraón muerde su labio intentando pensar por sobre la triste voz que continua susurrando en su oído.

“Mana…” exclama tras unos segundos, moviendo a su caballo para estar directamente a las puertas del jardín “…Busca a Isis, reúnan un grupo de hekas lo más pronto que puedan y esperen mi regreso”

“¿A dónde iras?” Pregunta la maga caminando a su costado. Atem observa, desde su montura como las puertas de las caballerizas están siendo abiertas por los sirvientes.  

“Hay algo que debo revisar en el Templo de Osiris” responde el joven, mientras revisa por última vez la silla de su caballo. En silencio, el resto de sacerdotes y sirvientes observan el intercambio con inquietud.

“¡No puedes ir solo! No tenemos ni idea de lo que está ocurriendo” Exclama la hechicera, sorprendida por la decidida expresión en su rostro.

“Mi faraón, por favor…” comienza Siamun entre jadeos alterados “…Si tan solo pudiera esperar a que los guardias….”

 “Alguien me está llamando” suspira Atem mirándoles de reojo. Sin más palabras, tira de las riendas y se aleja galopando, velozmente, en su caballo.

“¡Yo iré con él!” anuncia Mana, invocando su báculo para alcanzar al faraón con un hechizo.

“Mana, espera” le detiene una voz. Con expresiones confundidas los presentes ven acercarse a Isis, portando su característica expresión calmada.

“El faraón estará bien” declara la morena, deteniéndose en frente de todos “Propongo que sigamos las órdenes del faraón, mientras esperamos su regreso.”   

“¿Qué es lo que has visto?” Pregunta Anknadim y la sacerdotisa le observa de reojo con expresión enigmática.

“Aún no lo comprendo en su totalidad” confiesa, tocando ligeramente el collar dorado que trae puesto “Pero sé que el faraón debe ir.”

Resignados y en silencio, los presentes se alejan a cumplir con sus órdenes. Mana permanece quieta en su sitio, preocupada y más confundida que nunca. Antes de alejarse Seto le manda una significativa mirada a Isis, advirtiéndole en un simple gesto que les debe varias respuestas.

“Las ruedas del destino han girado, nuevamente, en esa dirección” susurra Isis lo bastante bajo para que nadie la escuche. Una sonrisa se dibuja en sus labios mientras observa a lo lejos el resplandeciente templo de Osiris.

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Atem galopa reclinado sobre el lomo de su caballo; bufando, el animal corre velozmente por el desierto. Los nudillos del muchacho se tiñen blancos de lo fuerte que aprieta las riendas.   

“Atem” susurran una vez más en su oído.

“Ya voy…” piensa espoleando a su agitado transporte “…Estoy cerca”

Los cascos del animal derrapan cuando le obliga a frenar sobre las baldosas impecables de la entrada. Baja de un salto, apresurándose después hacia el edificio.

Jadeando, llega a la sala principal del templo; es una habitación que asemeja fielmente al santuario del duelo de sombras: enorme en su extensión tiene las paredes tapizadas de jeroglíficos en las que se cuentan el ritual de resurrección del Dios Osiris.

Al centro, bajo la luz de la luna, reposa edificada la estatua de Osiris momificado; Atem observa el color verde de su piel y las vendas que cubren amorosamente su cuerpo renacido, traído a la vida por su esposa, la diosa Isis.

Cauteloso, toma una antorcha y pasea por la habitación; Su cuerpo se mantiene alerta, sus ojos escarlatas recorriendo codiciosamente cada rincón en la enorme estancia.

“Atem” susurran débilmente en su oído. El faraón se petrifica por un segundo en su lugar; confuso levanta la antorcha direccionando la luz a su alrededor en un intento de alumbrar mejor su camino.

Y entonces, la ve en el suelo: desnuda e inconsciente, con el rostro oculto entre largos y oscuros cabellos, hay una mujer a los pies del dios Osiris.

El joven faraón se acerca deslizando la mirada por la perlada piel de la mujer, sus miembros extendidos sobre el suelo son delgados y parecen frágiles; el faraón siente un peso en el pecho ante las implicaciones de la falta de ropa en su cuerpo.  

 “Atem” suspiran una última vez en su oído, el sonido suave casi amoroso deleita al muchacho. Después solo hay silencio.

“¿Te encuentras bien?” Pregunta en voz alta, cerrando de un salto la distancia entre él y la mujer. Sin perder tiempo, Atem la toma entre sus brazos.

Apartando respetuosamente la mirada de su desnudez, deja que la cabeza de la chica repose sobre su hombro. La sacude suevamente sin dejar de hablarle.

“¡Oi, despierta! ¿Estás bien?” Puede sentir la suave respiración contra la piel de su cuello, el cuerpo de la joven esta cálido y no parece tener heridas.  

“¡Guardias!” Grita esperando que alguien ayude. Intenta ponerse de pie sujetando a la joven, ella gime ligeramente enterrando un poco más el rostro contra su hombro; de las largas hebras de cabello se desprende un aroma que interrumpe las acciones del Faraón.

“¿Durazno?” El corazón de Atem da un sobresalto, sus rodillas tiemblan incluso y si la muchacha no pesa casi nada entre sus brazos. Incrédulo, y con cuidado de no lastimarla, Atem sacude su cuerpo.

El rostro perlado cae de su posición descubriéndolo de los molestos cabellos castaños: Perfil redondeado, labios rellenos de color suave. Pestañas largas, nariz pequeña. Atem podría reconocer ese rostro y perfume entre un millón de personas.

“¿¡Anzu?!”

NOTAS SOBRE EL CAPITULO

Duat/Amenti/ Necher-Jertet: El inframundo de la mitología egipcia, el lugar donde se celebraba el juicio de Osiris, y donde el espíritu del difunto debe deambular, sorteando malignos seres y otros peligros. Su corazón es juzgado frente a 12 Dioses y, en caso de ser digno, llega a la puerta final en donde se encuentra una copia exacta del mundo vivo libre de pobreza, enfermedades y dolor.

´Ukht: Del arabé: Hermana.

Heka: Hechiceros.

Ba: alma

@revolutionshipping

@chocolapeanut @week-of-revo @itsmechmech

[holymanacakes]

Day 5 Jealousy - Being a multi Billionaire company owner has its pro’s and cons. The con being that the Paparazzi is way too eager for any potential gossip.

Here is the question tho is it real or fake O.O Poor Yami

Had a decent amount of fun tho, learned a bit will try new things....eventually.

Tho recently a someone convinced me that this 3 would be fun to ship. They called it Stubbornshipping and i Think its fits them to a T

[firefaerie81]

O lei o lai, o lei o lord He will tear your city down O lei o lai... Oh~

We are kicking off  @week-of-revo ! I chose the Fantasy prompt for today and I'm taking full advantage of the polyship inclusion, so here's an Encourageshipping adventuring party! Yugi is the mage, Téa is the melee fighter and the face, and Atem is the long range fighter. With the soft coloring and background, I was able to get a kind of storybook feel that I'm really happy with! I'm also really proud of these designs ^.^

[firefaerie81]

And finally, to cap off @week-of-revo, I chose the “comfort after a stressful day” prompt.  This one was inspired by this post by @deejadabbles about the trio unwinding together, specifically Téa liking a nice bath with her boys.

I tried out a pastel limited palette to try and give it a softer feel.  Between that and the background, it came out with kind of a dreamlike vibe that I’m very happy with!

[firefaerie81]

It’s day 6 of @week-of-revo, and today’s piece is for the Shadowplay prompt!

This one’s a bit looser on the prompt, since I mostly just took inspiration for the coloring from images of shadow play puppets I saw while looking it up, but I think the aesthetic came out pretty nice.  I also wanted to emulate the energy of that one promotional photo of Anne Hathaway in Twelfth Night.

[firefaerie81]

Day 5 of @week-of-revo!

I chose the Jealousy prompt, so here’s Téa and Atem jealous at each other, fighting for Yugi time.  

The image for this one came to me easily, since I wanted it to be a little silly (in a couple minutes they’ll remember they can just all cuddle).  It’s actually the first one I finished for this week.  I tested out a cel shading style, too, and I think it looks pretty good with my tendency for bright colors.

[deejadabbles]

Shadows of Devotion

For @week-of-revo Day 6: Shadowplay

Im super upset that I'm late with this one!!! I couldn't help it, I had to write it whenever I had a free second during one of my long shifts 😭

Anyway, this idea was something I've had in mind for awhile and twisted it around a bit to fit this prompt. But I still love it because season 0 Yami is always so delicious to write! I hope you guys like it! (Also I can't take credit for the dying flower lines towards the end, that was taken straight out of the Cold, Cold Heart story from DC comics, as this was partly inspired by Mr Freeze)

Warnings ahead for mentions of death/illness and blood, as well as some general mild horror themes in the second half.

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The light in the study was so dim that he might have been working by candle light. Atem couldn't be bothered to change the bulb as it had begun to dim last week, no matter how it made his eyes strain as he read.

His desk, which was once filled with collectibles and objects of whatever recent hobby his insatiable mind latched on to, was now filled with leather bound tomes and dusty scrolls. They had been collected from all over the world; words that, supposedly held magic, ancient magic.

Since the fields of modern science couldn't seem to bring them salvation, Atem had turned to more esoteric means months ago.

He had to find something- anything that could help, he had to.

His eyes crossed over the words as they droned on about reanimating dead rodents, and a frustrated growl ripped through his throat. A swipe of his hand had the book slamming shut, and another sent it flying across the room. Atem didn't need reanimation! He didn't need a twitching shell of something that was once living, unthinking and unfeeling! He needed to heal, needed to mend what was broken!

The door to his study opened behind him, filling the room with such bright light that he winced at the intrusion.

"Atem?"

He winced again at the sheer tiredness of her voice, the frustration that was thinly veiled by the question of his name.

"You should be asleep, my love," he answered, running a hand over his face, "you need rest."

He heard her footsteps just before he felt the hands on his shoulders. They gave some gentle rubs, soothed the aches that his stiff posture had caused, before they trailer down over his chest.

"You know I can't sleep when you refuse to come to bed. And you know I don't like you staying knee deep in these...weird, depressing books for so long." Anzu kneeled down, resting her cheek against his.

Her skin was cold, too cold, but Atem let out a sigh of relief, leaning into her touch; let her presence chase away the darkness in his mind.

Then he felt disgusted with himself, here his wife was, sick to the point that standing was a hard feat most days- and he had the audacity to be the one comforted by her.

"Come to bed," she whispered in his ear.

Atem put on a smile for her, turned so she could see it. "I have too much on my mind to sleep, but I'll gladly come hold you while you drift off, my love."

He brushed some stay hairs from her face, it's texture dry, brittle, the opposite of the soft glow she used to have. He took the moment to study her face too. She had always been much paler than him, but once rosey cheeks were now pallid, gray, even. Full, pink lips turned cracked and colorless.

Even in this state, he still felt that swell of affection every time he looked at her. She was his everything.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wear out that mind of yours," she said, and he felt a weak pull on his arms. "Dance with me."

He rose at her insistent tugs, but gave her a grave stare, "Anzu, I-"

"Please," she whispered, eyes locked on his, and he felt his resolve crumpling under her will, just as it had always been. "I miss you, Atem. Just dance with me, like we used to."

The smile she topped it off with sealed him in, and he was pulling her close, resting his hands on her hips, laying his head on her shoulder.

Then they moved, feet gliding in sync, to a melody only they could hear. The silk of her nightdress was smooth under his hands, and a year ago he would have taken the chance to push it aside and feel her even softer skin.

"I miss you, Atem," she repeated after while.

"I'm here, Anzu," he leaned up and kissed her hair, "I'm always here, always."

"You know what I mean. I don't want you pouring over these books anymore. They're consuming you, Atem."

"I have to find a way. I know I can if I just-"

"And You know I've come to terms with this," she pulled away from him, just enough to look him in the face. "I've made my peace with this, Atem, I'm not afraid to die! I'm ready-"

"I'm Not!" His voice was as harsh as a whip, but it softened the moment the snap was out. Tears caught in his throat as he cupped her face in his hands. "Please, Anzu, let me find a way. I can save you, I will save you."

She opened her mouth to respond, but reared back a second later. Then the coughs came. They were harsh and violent, tore at her throat with every wretch.

His mind went into a frenzy as he held her, began guiding her out of the study and down the hall. Her muscles spasmed under his hand as he tried to soothe with gentle rubs. She couldn't stop coughing and soon her hands her speckled in red.

Atem whispered assurances to her, as he fumbled with her medication bottle beside their bed. After too much struggling to keep her body still enough to take it, they finally managed full dose.

From there it took a good twenty minutes of focused breathing and waiting for things to even out.

They were running out of time, these attacks were coming on more and more frequently.

Atem wiped her hands clean and tucked her into bed, saying sweet nothings as calmly as he could while she drifted back to sleep. Those horrendous fits always left her so tired.

And he waited there, at her bedside, long after she fell asleep, just to make sure the rise and fall of her chest continued.

Then he rose, and ventered back to his study.

Behind the closed door no one could hear his rage. The desk being tossed over, the bookshelves being toppled, the cries of anguish and desperation.

Atem sat in the wake of it all, dim lamp laying helpless on the ground to cast his shadow against the wall now bearing a hole from his fist. His throat was raw, eyes bloodshot. What good did all this ancient magic do, if it couldn't save his beloved? His everything.

That's when his eyes caught it.

A book, spine bend and pages tattered from his anger, lay open to him. And a title that read "Shadow Tamer" spoke to him.

He vaguely remembered reading it weeks ago, something about being able to seek revenge on ones enemies through the manipulation of shadow creatures.

Atem picked up the tome and began reading the introduction to the brand of magic. Then he looked up at his own shadow, so lifelike and imposing against the wall. And an idea came to him.

Yes. Yes that just might work.

***

Doctor Whitmire hated working late, usually he was well into a relaxing night of entertainment and his favorite wines by now, but when your clients paid as much as his, sacrifices had to be made upon occasion. Besides, the treatment was over now and after a short drive, he'd be soaking in a nice hot bath. He also hated the parking garage, in all it's bleak darkness, but he managed by the buzzing lights overhead.

He was just thinking of the vintage moscato that would be perfect with his bath when he made it to his car.

The good doctor had just pulled out his keys, when he noticed that he couldn't see his car anymore.

Confused, he looked up, and realized that the lights overhead had just went out. No, no that wasn't quite right. They hadn't gone out, something was shifting over them, something hazy and dark.

Something was blotting them out.

A thud, a vibration of movement, and the man stumbled back on instinct. He stared into the dark, sure that something must have hit his car. Whitmire stared, until he realized that something was starting back.

He gasped as something blinked at him and a scream died in his throat as the shadowed creature opened its mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth. It lunged before he could scream and it clamped those fangs down hard in his arm.

That time he did manage a scream, even as it released him and he was sent tumbling- scraping to the concrete.

Another thud on the car and another as two more identical things joined the first, all snapping and snarling now

The man clutched his arm as he started to crawl away from the creatures. Face coated in a cold sweat and another scream ripping from his throat, the man scrambled to his feet and bolted into the darkness, thinking that maybe he could be lucky and find the door in the shadows.

Those things were nipping at his heels, though, and he screamed again as he felt one nearly clamp it's jagged fangs around his achilles tendon. He swept his hand through the dark, panting, crying, begging to find his way out, his salvation.

Then, some deep and rumbling- a voice as icy as a winter morning, called out from the endless black.

"Have you ever seen a flower die, doctor?"

A shape emerged from the dark, it was towering as a shadow in dusk, and the only signs that it was a man at all, we're pricing pool of gold boring into him with the hungry stare of a demon. It crept closer to him without a sound, rolling through the shadows as if it were a part of them.

And he let out another hideous cry as he turned and ran.

"Have you ever watched, while something once so beautiful and full of life decayed and rotted from within?"

Whitmire hit something hard, a wall and was sent falling into the darkness, until he hit the floor again.

"You had a chance to help her," the shadow man continued, ignoring the older man's sobs. "You had an treatment that might have cured her, but you turned her away!"

The doctor had no more screams left as one of the creatures pounced in him, heavy paws pinning him to the jagged concrete as it's hot breath tickled his neck.

"You we're going to let my wife die! Do you even remember her?! Do you remember my Anzu!?"

Another shuddering sob as the beast snapped it's jaw. "Ah- Anzu! Yes! The Mazaki girl! I remember! She was too far gone- her case was too advanced! The chances of success were low- I- AH!!" a fang nicked his throat and he scrambled for the words, "Please! I had my reputation to consider! If she died in spite of the treatment my success rate would be ruined!"

He knew he had said the wrong words the moment they were out and he started crying as he waited for the beast to devour him.

But the teeth never came.

Instead that cold deep voice spoke to him again, calm, collected.

"Well, doctor, now you have to choose what you value more: your reputation, or your life. Because I can have my pets here make a splendid meal out of you."

Whitmire was trembling, head to toe as Atem's shadow closed in on him.

"But we both know you're smarter than that. You, doctor, you are going to help me save my wife."

[himevampirechan]

WEEK OF REVO. DAY 4: PARENTING STYLES

For the @week-of-revo @week-of-revo

I´m afraid than maybe i didn´t understand correctly the prompt but we all have fantasies about daddy Atem. You can´t trick me.

"Dad, please!" exclaimed the teenager irritably.

"No," replied Atem as he finished adjusting his tie in front the hall mirror. His daughter watched him through the reflection with an annoyed expression. 

"It's just for this occasion" She continued squeezing her hands together in a pleading gesture.    

"Your mother's performance is in a few hours, you can't miss the premiere by going out with your friends" He replied, surprised by his daughter's insistence.   

"But daddy..." Tried once more the girl.

"Mana, I said no!" he sentenced in a firm, authoritative voice. The girl growled indignantly at the scolding and looked away; small tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.

As he drive towards the theatre, Atem sighed, glancing sideways at the girl's annoyed expression. His youngest son watched them in confusion from the back seat.

Neither he nor his friends had had a normal adolescence, he recalled. With his life filled with shadows duels and kingdom-destroying psychopaths, for Atem the possibility of a normal life had seemed strange. When, at the end of the ceremonial duel, fate had given him the chance to stay with his friends, he had found it hard to believe.

During Anzu's studies abroad, the distance between them only made their mutual feelings grow, and it wasn't long before they were confirmed; it still seemed incredible to Atem to know that he had formed a life with the woman he had loved, in secret, since the awakening of his spirit.        

Atem had loved his children madly from the first moment. With the distant memory of his late father and the almost non-existent memory of his mother, he had been terrified of becoming a father. Only Anzu's unconditional love and the enormous support of his friends had helped. In the end, it had all been worth it once Mana, his daughter, had been born.

Although his children were unaware of his past as a ruler, they were aware of they pharaonic heritage: his daughter's Egyptian features and huge blue eyes had given her the name of the one whom Atem loved like a sister.

A few years later, Hizashi had become part of the family; his name was Anzu's way of reminding him of his divine past as a child of the sun god. Atem loved his wife and children deeply, though he sometimes wished they hadn't inherited her wife´s stubbornness. 

"Mana," Atem said, shortly after turning off the car outside the theatre. "What have your mother and I taught you about keeping your promises?"

His daughter looked at him in a clear gesture of annoyed confusion. He watched her with a serious but calm face.

"You must keep your promise!" replied Hizashi from his seat. Mana rolled her eyes at her brother's interruption, Atem smiled patiently at his son and leaned back to stroke his tousled tri-coloured hair affectionately.

"Your mother has worked very hard for this performance," Atem continued, returning his attention to the girl.

"You saw yourself how hard she worked; how tired she was at the end of the day and how happy it made her when you said you would be here for the premiere" Mana averted her gaze, a small embarrassed blush flooding her cheeks.

"Your mother and I need you to understand how important it is to keep your promises; no matter if they are made to other people or to yourself" he explained as he paternally placed a hand on his daughter's head.

"Tomorrow you can go with your friends but tonight, your mum and I need you here, sharing memories with us. Understood?" whispered Atem with a smile; slowly his daughter sighed and returned the gesture shyly.

"Understood," she said, before getting out of the car. Mana took her brother's hand and together walked towards the theatre door.

Atem followed a few steps behind, smiling proudly. Suddenly the feeling of a hand patting his shoulder made him stop in confusion. 

"Well done Temmy," someone whispered in his ear, the sensation disappeared and with it the voice he knew. Hearing his daughter call out to him, Atem quickened his pace to the entrance of the theatre, hiding a smile and aware that his family from the past was watching him with attention and pride.  

At the entrance Anzu greeted him with open arms; he kissed her sweetly on the lips, both ignoring the awkward gestures of their children.

"Are you alright? she asked, cupping his face with both hands and smiling curiously at the almost euphoric expression on his face. He smiled, leaning back until their foreheads were touching.

"Better than ever," he replied.