#weekofrevo

[leanmeanannabean]

RevoWeek - Day 8: Comfort After a Stressful Day // Wedding

Ballet tryouts are stressful!!! Besides its a good excuse to draw this outfit.

This has been such fun! Cant wait for next year :D

[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

[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.

                                                        ...

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

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[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

[leanmeanannabean]

Week of Revo: Day 5 - Role Reversal

This is absolutely an excuse to draw Atem dancing and being embarrassed. (This could also tie into @week-of-revo Day 4 - Embarrassing Situations )

[holymanacakes]

First Day of RevoWeek Called AU. A little piece that i drew for it. I enjoyed it alot and it was great practice. I am learning and with time I will get better and maybe I’ll redo this little piece in the future and Thanks to @rebelwarrior217 for the tips and tricks. I’ll be as great as you someday <3

[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.