#bastet he's not in frame! bastet no!

[creamecream]

“Smile, Sobek!”

“I...um...okay.”

Bastet’s design made by @abyssnighthawk

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

[godsofhumanity]

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RA | brown skin with a radiance coming off it. long black hair, fully braided. half of it is pulled up, and the rest loose behind his shoulders. gold eyes that glow. athletic frame. tall. youthful, clean-shaven face. gold symbols of an ancient language cover his forehead, neck, and back.

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Ra has existed since the creation of the land, according to the myths, but i don't really consider him to be one of the "primordials". i think Atum is a primordial, and Ra is more like a "first god" ranking just below Atum but higher than Shu and Tefnut.

some sources name Khnum and Neith as Ra's parents, but i like the idea of Ra being parentless. he simply came into existence on his own. and by that fact, Apep was also born, since light can't exist without darkness.

i wouldn't say that Apep and Ra were brothers, they're just two different sides of the same coin, and are intrinsically connected in a way that cannot be defined by any human definitions of a relationship.

since Ra has existed forever, he is obviously super old. but i like the idea that Ra has a youthful appearance. he looks like a young man, but he has the tendencies of an old man. he's a bit traditional i think. also he takes a lot of afternoon naps.

i think he should look young because the Sun is usually a symbol of life and vitality, so if Ra is the Sun, then he should be full of life and vitality. in saying that, unlike greek gods, egyptian gods can die as evidenced by the Osiris myth, so i think aging is a real threat to Ra.

as he gets older, the challenge of fighting Apep day after day gets more and more difficult.

this is part of the reason why Ra invites Set to join him; because he knows that soon he won't be able to win, and he need an inheritor; someone to take his place.

with Set, i love the idea that, despite his massive ego and homicidal tendencies, at his core, Set truly is a "protector"-- he cares very deeply about many things, including the world,, so he's not so much "evil" as he just "strays from the path" in his quest to make the world better.. to be better. and i think Ra relates to this very much...

naturally, i think as "the Light", Ra doesn't exactly stray from the path, but he recognises a lot of potential in Set right from the time he's been a child,, so he's always been fond of him. it's why he fights for Set during the Contendings rather than rebuking him as many gods did.

this isn't to say that Ra is completely soft on Set,, that Set can do absolutely anything. i have a hc that when Set leaves with Ra, he doesn't really ever truly come back-- i mean, maybe he sees Nephthys for a few days once in a few years with Ra's permission-- and i think that's because Ra knows how grave and serious his fight is with Apep and he needs Set to be prepared for that. to understand that when Set fights Apep, he isn't only fighting for his wife, his kids-- he is fighting for every living and non-living thing in the world. all of it. which is a HUGE responsibility.

Ra sees Set as one of his children, and i do think that at the end, when Ra dies, Set takes up his mantle and becomes the new "Sun".

other important children of Ra include: Hathor, Sekhmet, Bastet, Heka, Sia, & Hu,, but i've talked about them all here, so i won't repeat that again :)

back to Apep again... they're not brothers, but i don't really see them as enemies either-- i mean, they don't fight because one of them kidnapped the other's wife or because one of them stole fire from them or anything like that. they're so ancient, i think they have a real sense of familiarity between each other.

they're like.. soldiers. no real personal grudge against the other, they simply fight each other because that's their nature; that is what must happen to preserve a cosmological balance. and i think that makes their ongoing battle very pure.

i think on the inside, Apep and Ra have profound respect for one another... they both acknowledge each other's strength.

i like the idea of them sometimes making jokes about each other; teasing. both beings are so old, they don't truly have anyone who knows them as well as they know each other.. so yeah. i don't think they truly "hate" each other. they just have a job to do.

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[wellthebardsdead]

Me: *shuffling through old stuff from high school and finds a note book filled with an ancient Egypt modern sci-fi love action story between the reader and the god Seth* …Well time to share this with the world.

So yeah it was actually a story I wrote after assassins creed 3 came out and I started imagining what the gods and pharaohs would be like in modern day and it evolved into me diving back into my hyper fixation on Ancient Egypt lol.

Essentially the plot is reader goes to Egypt with fiancé, fiancé is a narcissist and wants to propose in public to make a big scene and get attention but can’t get the perfect photos so keeps dragging reader through active archeology sites, ground collapses, reader falls in and it’s revealed to be a tomb containing Seth. Archeologists, reader and fiancé explore down into the tomb, Seth gets set loose and the group leave the reader for dead when the tomb begins to collapse and they get knocked out. Seth sees the flowers the reader has from the failed proposal and mistakes it as an offering after centuries of being forgotten and declares they’ll be his consort as Anubis arrives and explains his wrongful imprisonment. They mark the reader as his eternal consort with a tattoo, Amit carrys reader from the tomb as it collapses and Anubis beings Seth home so he can clean up reunite with his family. And yes. Everyone including the gods. Are hot.

It features most of the known gods and goddesses. Imprisonment by the archeologists who were present during the events that kick off the story. A worldwide man hunt. And a conspiracy between Seth’s wife, Nephthys, and the evil serpent god, Apopis, to frame Seth for the murder of his own brother, Osaris.

And my favourite part, the pharaohs! In total I decided on 3 main pharaohs deemed worthy enough to live in the palace of the gods and study under them. Seti the first, Ramses the great, Tutankhamun, Nefertiti, and Cleopatra. And yes. I made them all hot. Well, kind of. They’re essentially otherworldly entities now so even in their most human appearances there’s something off about them. Essentially when they passed to the afterlife they were free from pain and could decide their own appearances and so made themselves handsome, beautiful, or to quote Tut in my favourite line from him I wrote, “I just wanted to be able to run and play tag with my daughters.” And yes tut’s two infant daughters are in the after life and have taken the form of two little girls with Isis like wings for arms, they can play for all eternity and when Tut isn’t spending time studying under Ra he spends it with them but I’ll get to that in a minute.

When designing the pharaohs I pretty much pictured them to have three main forms. Their ‘scout’ form. Which is essentially the nightingale armour from skyrim for their body and on their heads they were sci fi versions of their golden death masks. The eyes glow, there’s hollows in the cheeks where light also emits as they filter air to pick up smells etc, and the eyelids can blink as to allow them to convey emotion without exerting the energy to bring forth an actual human like face beneath the mask.

(Pictured nightingale armour from skyrim)

The only difference really design wise is Nefertiti wears a mask resembling Bastet as she studies under her, and tut’s face mask is of his own ideal face. Not the iconic one we know because it’s been revealed that mask actually belonged to his father and tuts burial was so rushed his tomb wasn’t even his own tomb.

Their second form is their human like appearance. Essentially their ideal form outside of their scout armour. Ramses is strong and built for battle, Seti is slender but a great acrobat and he and Cleo argue frequently about who has the prettier nose, Nefertiti I pretty much picture as Ana from Overwatch just with a spear and a much younger appearance, cleopatra I now envision more as the siren from jibaro, and tut, just a very easy on the eyes, healthy 19 year old with a big fuck off pair of hawk wings.

Okay now to explain studying. Essentially the pharaohs can spend their afterlife however they please or they can study under specific gods and receive powers from them, this allows them to return to the land of the living when needed or just to explore and see things they never could or to see other realms and worlds if they wish etc, but they end up as personal servants so to speak in exchange for the teachings and if anything happens to the god that results in well, the Osiris situation, that pharaoh will become the god, lose all sense of self they held before and only retain some memories as their identity is replaced with the god they served.

Tut chose to study under Ra and was given wings and the ability to shoot flaming arrows from his bow. Seti chose Anubis and his powers can involve raising the dead or mummifying someone alive if he can hold the spell long enough. Ramses chose Sekhmet and I can’t remember what his powers are but I recall him summoning a massive sandstorm to stop the archeologists from reaching the airport when helping the reader escape back to their home country. Nefertiti chose Bastet and she’s a natural healer and comforting presence until someone hurts her son (tut) her grand daughters, or anyone she’s deemed her baby (cough cough the reader cough) then all hell breaks loose. And Cleo chose Wadjet, gifting her the ability to move like a snake and strike with venomous claws like fangs and if someone’s close enough her mask can open allowing a cloud of opium like poison to burst out like a gust of toxic wind putting anyone near her into a coma or just, well, death.

There’s a lot of forgiveness arch’s between Seth and the other gods, Osiris explains to him the plot to frame him and begs for his forgiveness for not being able to stop it, Seth forgives him obviously and generally there’s just a lot of apologising lol

Yes I added a cheesy romance scene where the reader is dancing around the archeology campsites fire with the rest of the group to the song “through heavens eyes” from the prince of Egypt. Yes Seth shows up looking like a hot ass man with an assassin like hood over his face, yes the two dance and end it with a kiss which results him exploding into a cloud of golden sand that forms into an engagement ring on the readers finger and yes Seth reforms back in his palace in the afterlife and excitedly informs his brother he proposed like a giddy big himbo.

But yeah. I might not write it in full yes it’s cheesy yes it reeks of the mummy nostalgia, yes, I love it.

~Bambi

[xxgalacticambitionsxx]

love how the plots of some poptropica islands are just absolutely off their rocker

under a read more because, wow, this really got away from me

this shark has been eating people so you gotta make it go honk mimimimimi

this furry really wants carrots and also w o r l d d o m i n a t i o n so you explode his rabbot. leaving him stranded in space- wait isn't this a kid's game?

this guy is bald and he's really mad about it

man who kind of looks like dimentio from super paper mario kidnaps a princess to marry her (ew) so he can become king of the universe so you leave him to die in a dimension of his own creation- wait isn't this a kid's game?

zeus is a very bad man and you need to go kick him in the shin

OOO PIRATES

lady with very strange hair tries to kill you over bigfoot

greg you are horrible at watching over your younger brother. be better

small time

this guy almost kills a bunch of people because he is mad at a whale

vampire kidnaps lady because he thinks she's his wife

the olympics

SALERNO COME BACK

oh we're making the villains not evil, that's good- OH GOSH DARNIT IT'S ZEUS AGAIN

this guy tries to steal a baseball card

you need to shrink down and go inside this man to get rid of his disease because he put it on his freaking poutine

capitalism!

RAVEN I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN-

Is- Is this The Most Dangerous Game? Isn't this a kid's game?

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This girl with an incredibly hard to spell name, just, really doesn't wanna be royalty

oh hey this one's based off the graphic novels!

Oops, you get framed and have to break out of jail!

Amelia Earhart's angry German ex really doesn't want to lose this race

reality tv island but worse

this guy is stealing happy endings and you gotta say his name three times to banish him- just kidding! you freed him you utter fool

oh crap you were turned into a villain for a few minutes, that was, that was unexpected. Also you get a choice for the ending so get ready for ✨crippling doubt that you made the right decision✨

THAT CAT WAS THE GODDESS BASTET? also i used to have a cat named Bastet

[mpviggo]

Fine dining and breathing | Open starter

In the elegant ambiance of Noona, the renowned fine dining restaurant known for its exquisite culinary creations, Viggo, son of Bastet and head chef, moved with precision and grace through the bustling kitchen. His tall frame exuded confidence, and his keen eyes sparkled with passion as he meticulously prepared his culinary masterpieces. Throughout the years he had gone from busboy to head chef at the restaurant, he knew how to prepare his dishes to perfection. His sous chef moved with him as he prepared each dish, the kitchen a bustling hum of voices of chefs and cooking.

As Viggo emerged from the kitchen, a silver platter adorned with delicacies balanced expertly in his hands, he approached a discerning diner seated at a linen-draped table. It was part of the appeal of Noona, the head chef coming out to serve patrons personally. With his customer service smile, he presented the array of chef specials, each dish a work of art in its own right.

"Good evening, esteemed guest," Viggo greeted, his voice carrying a hint of pride in his craft, his usual aloof tone gone. "Allow me to introduce you to tonight's chef specials, crafted with the finest ingredients and infused with creativity and passion."

[zooterchet]

Live a Hero, Die a Villain

Joker is a Scandinavian Jew, posing as Irish or Polish, an "Orion", a finder of lost things.

Lex Luthor is a Wampanoag Khanate, performing a legendary formula trick, to avenge a crime of public status, reversing the courts and the tyranny of the public.

Batman is a blind Romalian O'Neill, in the arts. He's a martial artist by catching arranged marriages, as evidenced by a pedophile anti-drug advocate in the family.

Superman is a Somali-Jew Caucasian, in a Bastet cult. They make books, comics, and art, to support prisoners, convicts, and those accused of the law.

Joker: The return of Diane Charlebois’s broach to her, stolen by Will Morgan Jr., by convincing Will Morgan that Ryan Cunningham’s jeweler’s safes, were full of “drugs, the good kind”, not Benzos, for man-rape and slaughter of Pilgrims, as Will Morgan’s affidavit read in court. Will Morgan received a day in court, and an apology, from the State of Massachusetts, for being treated so harshly, as one of Adolf Hitler’s descendants (here in the States, he’d say, to be Mister James Bond, a print planted on Ian Fleming; an Irish Lutheran terrorist, 007, irresistible for Israelis to steal, “EON Productions”, a Musk brand).

Lex Luthor: The submission of Heroes Dreams MUSH character, “Hideous Karl”, in 2001, framing OJ Simpson, as Tom Waits, in the Hollywood feature film, “The Dark Knight”. By going into the mind of a murderer, OJ Simpson determined who killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, then put them in jail (it was James Holmes’ father, a Los Angeles state trooper with MI-6, the actual one, not the lame movie ripoff of the faggot in the suit; they wear jackets and t-shirts and black khakis, commando crepe boots when out on "patrol”, “knockoffs” on a prison rapist, any skin color, any victim, any reason). He then printed a book, gave it to the Goldman family for money and his false confession, inspired by my story of killing Heath Ledger for cross-gendering his daughter for a snuff film, and set himself up on charges, as a Cuban Catholic agent, to share the prison system with James Holmes, BWTF alumni Chevalier, and former M3 director, “Libra”, the MUSH scene. James Holmes, with OJ’s humorous charge, has been raped and desiccated dozens of times, in fun and amusing ways, many of them on the news.

Batman: The print of the song and video, “Fairytale of New York City”, to bring respect back to the NYPD, among 9/11 survivors, having placed himself in jail before the attacks, to predict them, despite being born blind. The Mossad warning, stopped six planes and busted Keanu Reeves, the eleventh; my print, on SW1 MUSH, caught six, but the Mossad demanded to use lawyers as their spies, failing the register of my print as four. Keanu Reeves was saved by Robert Lipton, “due to his age”, a major Hollywood broker. The NYPD remains dishonored, by the failure to catch MI-6 operative Richard Coughlin, a sexual servant of Jenny O'Neill, a Romali with Down's Syndrome, emoting and evoking “Queen of the Damned”, starring Aaliyah, for sex with Hispanics and Latinos and sometimes Jews. Rich Coughlin, hunts spies, both passed and flunked, for failing Hopkinton gymnastic standards, giving all men a tiny penis and all women flatulence, for even attempting them, to work for the Respite Center, a commune for the retarded (Down’s Syndrome).

Superman: The inception of Covid-19, to kill anyone that’s never had a cigarette, or never had alcohol, either or. Lincoln Stinks.

[connorhasaknife]

big theorypost for episode 3 of hunter the parenting

there was a lot in this episode! goddamn, not even just for d either. i have a lot of stuff for d, kitten and potential foreshadowing from pyotr. specifically pyotr, there's some cool stuff there that i've been thinking about. schizoposting commence BIG D more fuel to the idea that the credits sword/d's sword is a title being manifested in the fact that he clearly summons it and desummons it in the episode, and the fact that he does nothing which lines up with the legend thing

also lol get shat on idiot

where did his sword go? where did it go. it was flung in this direction. where is it. where is it dont have much else for d this episode other than that nothing contradicts the theory. it isnt less plausible, but it does only get a little bit more plausible unless ive missed things. there'll probably be shit next episode there is also the fact that he doesn't seem to know how to use an icepack- or, alternatively, he was a beast-like changeling that finds chewing on it comforting? it would line up with how he deformed last episode, but i've been considering a d fairie custodes characters (krakus, potentially waamudes and custodisi) changeling thing which might work. We'll See! KITTEN

byeah kitten is a werecat check THIS shit out

he's punched by a vampire who just committed diablerie and he's like, completely fine, which would make sense if he's a werecat considering how massively powerful shapechangers are in wod.

here's kitten with clear back hair. you may say connor those are blur lines you do animation you should know this WRONG idiot, the next few frames confirm it isn't as he uh

he's either a bastet or the worlds most dedicated catboy.

also, his 'hissing' is translated, which would make SENSE considering that bastet have a language that sounds like animal noises but is, like.. speech. i say bastet but i mean every shapechanger ever. now that we've clarified that kitten is a bastet, what does this mean? wouldn't he be hunted by the team? WRONG

before i ramble about what this means, i first need to clarify something. bastet come in tribes- most tribes are built around big cats, like lions and tigers. kitten clearly isn't one of those. even in this more catlike form, he's still very small compared to what you would expect from a bastet of any other tribe. he also lives in europe, alongside a fae.

the ceilician are a commonly thought extinct tribe of bastet. commonly found in europe, they allign themselves closely with the fae- they are smaller and weaker than most other tribes of bastet, but are exceptionally fast, intelligent and skilled with blades. due to their close proximity with fae and fae-aligned creatures, most ceilicians are skilled with some form of magic. they're also unusually skilled with computers... mmmmyeaaah but im sure it means nothing the more i theorise about this the more i feel like i'm losing iiit aaaaaaaaaaaa PYOTR

firstly; pyotr put kitten in the Shovelhead Hole to turn him. like almost certain about this, he even implies he's going to kill kitten (by turning him). pyotr horny moment

in the eyecatcher its explained how the sabbat crew got embraced. pyotr, the nosferatu and scrungly meow meow, got embraced during a deep sea mining operation. a nosferatu being embraced. underwater the concept of antediluvians is a muddled one, particularly in old world of darkness where everything has been retconned and where original books are hard to come across. what IS concrete though is the relationships that certain bloodlines (hah) have with their antediluvians. it's always absolutely awful, like completely without fail. for example, the malkavians were driven mad and are essentially waiting for malkav to eat their consciousness and assume control of their bodies. the nosferatu have a particularly bad relationship- to make a long story short (let me know if you want me to explain the lore in another post lmfao) the nosferatu antediluvian wants to kill every single nosferatu for being ugly and ruining his reputation. he's enlisted a group of nosferatu to hunt down and kill every remaining member of the clan. he can't do this himself, because he's sleeping like every other antediluvian. he's currently sleeping at the bottom of the pacific ocean, according to the gehenna (vampire apocalypse) sourcebook.. where, uh pyotr was embraced, apparently? why was a nosferatu EMBRACED down there??? of all things he should have died, what the fuck was the sabbat doing too? something fishy is going on here. maybe he was recruited to kill off a group of nosferatu, but that makes.. less sense? i don't know. something's going on there but i dont know what because i'm stupid.

also he ended up dying because he diablerised everyone, lol. eat shit enjoy the extra souls in hell pissboy

yeah thats it for now. let me know if anyone has anything else to add. loving how the werecat theory actually ends up helping the d fairie theory. if any of the ogre poppenang staff is stalking the tag ily so much babygirl please canonise my theory <3 tysm

[poptod]

Would u be up to writing a crack fic where Ahk eats some dodgy food and gets violently ill from it and in his food poisoning induced delirium starts to like hallucinate and think that gods are against him and hanging out with him and stuff. so yeah. (also omfg never noticed the ostrich part in NATM!!!)

notes: YEA that fucking ostrich is hilarious and YES this sounds fun. u didn’t say if this was xreader or if this was in egypt or in the museum so i took some liberties, hope that’s alright! i also really ran with this so apologies for the length WC: 2,222

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to refer to your husband,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You are not - we’re not married,” you hissed.

“Not yet,” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Ahkmen wasn’t King yet, but you still held the position as his advisor, placed there by both Ahkmen’s choice and his father’s insistence.

Now, however, you were focused on a different, more pertinent issue. An entire bag of almond date rolls had been thrown away for Ahk to find, opening the sack to find them untouched. Since he had little to no self control—which was why you were there to begin with—he immediately began eating them.

“There isn’t anything wrong with them,” he said through a mouthful.

“You don’t know that,” you said, still glaring up at him.

He swallowed before promptly stuffing another whole roll in his mouth.

“Stop that!” You said, and batted the sack out of his hand.

The cinch released and the rolls went flying down a sandy hill, reaching the river outcrop at the bottom. Ahk watched, miserably, as they disappeared.

“You have access to date rolls anytime you like in the palace,” you reminded him.

“But it’s such a long walk back, and I like it here,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the forested hill overlooking the Nile. Shade stretched over your bodies and the reed blanket beneath you, allowing the wind to cool your sun-beaten skin.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you said, leaning back to lie down.

“How funny, then, that you are my life,” he said with a grin, following you till he propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand resting on your chest.

He stared at you, scanning you as you half-glared at him.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up unimpressed.

“A kiss,” he said, puckering his lips.

“Shut up!”

You shoved him onto his back, laughter wracking his body.

A little while later you found yourself once more obeying Ahk’s whim, though his father had warned against that, and followed him in short steps down the tall dune. Solidified, plant-filled earth gave way for free falling sand that drifted off the slope and towards the riverbank.

The water during this time of year was at a steady but slow pace, flowing from south to north as the sun’s rising and setting indicated. Wind that once cooled you now brought hot air, exacerbated by the overzealous sun, who you imagined could burn even your ink-black skin. Sand avalanched around your still feet, landing you at Ahk’s side.

“Luncheon will be soon,” you reminded.

“I’m aware,” he said flatly. “Can’t I simply enjoy myself for once?”

“No.”

He waded out into the water, his shoulders tensing at the chill and only releasing as he went deeper. Once the red water reached his knees, just barely soaking the edge of his skirt, he called to you.

“Come join me,” he said, offering you his hand.

“We should go back to the palace,” you said.

“Come now, it’ll be hours before lunch,” he whined.

“It’s one hour. And you can’t be wearing that,” you said, gesturing to his outfit that consisted of no more than a skirt, partially torn and covered in dirt.

“Then take it off me,” he said with a sly grin.

You scowled at him, going over your options for a moment before you acted.

Once you decided, you waltzed into the river, soaking your sandals as you approached him. Satisfaction filled his gaze as you came closer, his hand still outstretched to you.

At last you took his hand, tugging him forcefully towards you. He let out a grunt, but before he could say anything, you reached forward and released the clasp keeping his skirt on him, allowing it to fall in the running water and drift away.

“Hey!” He cried, attempting to go after it, but stopped by your hand still in his. He turned back to you, a shocked look on his face as he said, “what was that for?!”

“Dawdling. Let’s go back to the palace.”

“Like this?!” He yelled, gesturing to his naked body. You snorted.

“You don’t mind. I know you don’t. You just want to be mad at me,” you said in a definitive voice.

“I don’t-“

“Come on, Prince,” you said, tugging him past you so he stumbled towards the shoreline. As he just barely got his standing you slapped his butt, pushing him forward further.

Ahkmen fell silent—as he rarely did—after he’d been dressed and was on the way to the garden, where the Pharaoh had arranged a feast he made and placed for himself, his family, and the ambassadors visiting from Punt. You were not invited, but you watched from above alongside the youngest Prince’s manservant. Ahk’s room was placed right above the western gardens, large arches within allowing a plenty good sight out, which you and Naguib took advantage of.

“He’s squirming an awful lot,” Naguib noted after several minutes of silence.

Naguib laid on his stomach, his chin propped up on his palms, in turn resting on his elbows on the stone floor. You sat nearby, leant against one of the arch pillars with a tablet of baked limestone on your lap.

At his comment you looked over the ledge, easily finding the trademark golden crown Ahk bore.

“How so?” You asked.

“Look at his legs,” Naguib said, and your eyes turned to his fidgeting crossed legs, “and his hands.”

His fists were clenching and unclenching.

“Should we check in on him?” He asked gingerly.

“.... nah,” you said after a moment. “I’m sure it’s fine. He’s probably just upset I slapped him on the arse.”

Naguib choked on his own spit, bursting into manic laughter.

“You slapped the prince’s ass??” He asked incredulously through gasps of laughter. “How’d he react to that?”

“He stripped me,” you answered, returning to your tablet with little waver in your voice.

“What -“

“That might’ve been because I took away his skirt, though. In that case, he just looked at me really strangely,” you said.

“How so?”

You twisted your expression to reflect what you remembered, a strange mix of confused, angered, and one feeling that was almost always at the forefront of Ahk’s mind—horny. Naguib burst into another round of laughter.

Several minutes later, after your conversation died down, Naguib looked back over the ledge and frowned.

“He’s gone,” he said.

“Who what?”

“Ahk, he isn’t there anymore,” he said, pointing to the empty cushion where Ahk had been sitting. You shifted to see.

“Huh. What do you think happened?”

Bursts of metal latches and swinging hinges interrupted you before either of you could think of an answer, followed by the wooden frame of the door slamming against the other wall. Both of you darted to look behind you, finding several different servants entering, a limp Prince in their arms.

Instantly you jumped to your feet. Naguib joined you, though much slower, and you both made your way to his bedside once the servants set him down.

“What happened?” Naguib asked, a hand on the bed as he looked up to one of the servants.

You set your hand over his forehead, testing his temperature, and using your sense of magic to reach into his veins, searching for a perpetrator.

“He hasn’t got a fever,” you noted, earning a nod from the servant tending him.

You made to search again before Ahk moved, groaning softly as he curled into himself, clutching his stomach.

“Ahk? Are you alright?” You asked—probably too quickly—as you knelt at his side, panic pounding its way into your heart.

“Ugh,” he grumbled, just barely wheezing out his breaths. “Alive. Right now.”

“What are your symptoms?”

“Stomach,” he breathed, halting as he flinched, his hands moving to slap over his mouth.

“Bucket!” You said to the servant, who nodded and rushed for one of the buckets in the nearest closet. “You’re going to throw up, its alright. Get it out.”

“Ughhh...” he mumbled, convulsing forward again as he attempted to hold it in.

In a flash the servant returned, rushing to set the bucket down beside the bed. You held it up, helping him scoot dizzily forward before he hurled.

Things continued in a similar fashion until the setting of the sun, the western rays finally sinking beneath the distant mountain horizon. Crickets and firebugs chirped, bringing in the cool breeze of evening, sending shivers down Ahk’s sweat-sheeted shoulders and back.

You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping to raise the curls off his heated forehead, but he raised his hand to stop you.

“No,” he slurred, “too sick... repetitive.”

“Alright,” you said softly.

His dizziness persevered from the evening into the night, but his vomitting had luckily stopped, though he did try to retch on an empty stomach twice. By then he was passed out from exhaustion, still shivering in his sleep. You stayed at his side without fail, raising his sheets up to cover him, and removing them when he broke out into another sweat.

At midnight, his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he saw was you—surrounded by a halo of brightly glowing stars, colored in red, yellow, and purple. His sickness had faded but the delirium remained, and he reached out blindly for your face.

His fingers dragging across your eyes and cheeks brought you back from your meditation, shocked at his consciousness.

“You’re awake,” you said with a relieved sigh, your knees digging into the cold stone beneath you.

“Hathor?” He mumbled weakly, his eyes still half-closed.

“No, no,” you said, taking his hand down from your face and clasping it in your own hold. “Piye. Remember? How do you feel?”

“Am I dead?”

“Not as far as I know. You exhibit all the tell-tale signs of being alive,” you said, chuckling.

“... Bastet?”

“Also no. Piye.”

“Peets....” he mumbled before promptly falling back asleep.

The next time he awoke was a little later on, towards the very, very early morning. He once again broke you out of your meditation, this time with words rather than smothering your face. His state of aberration had yet to improve.

“Piye?” He asked softly, a husk of a voice.

“Yes,” you said, smiling. He remembered your name. “How do you feel?”

“When d.. you’re... you’re glowing,” he murmured.

“I what?”

He reached forward, and you flinched away, stiffened by a soft touch that traced down your jawline.

“You’re... glowing,” he said, louder, drawing in a deep breath as sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Calm down, Ahk,” you warned him, pushing the hair off his forehead. “You’re going to work yourself up.”

“No,” he said with a strange sense of urgency, holding your face in the palm of his hand. You subconsciously leaned your cheek into his touch. “No, I need to see you.”

“I’m right here, with you.”

“Not in my dreams,” he breathed out, the words brushing his parted lips, now paler than ever.

Fever.

Vomitting.

Fatigue.

Gagging. Weakness. Dizziness. Chills. Sweating.

What would your father say?

He didn’t need to consult the numerous stacks of books shoved into his office to know what Ahk suffered from, but he was far away in Thebes, and you wouldn’t dare leave the Prince’s side, in fear of his condition and the wrath of his father should he suffer grievously.

“I told you not to eat those date rolls,” you chided, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair. That must’ve been the cause—sickness carried through infirm food. You could think of nothing else.

He didn’t say anything. Not for a little while, at least. He continued to blink, albeit slow, and stared unceasingly into you.

“He is in your eyes,” he whispered, his own eyes flickering between yours. “And... speaking.”

“Who do you see?” You asked softly, suddenly reluctant to blink.

“Heka.”

Not a God of magic, but the personification of it. The genuine representation of healing and enchantments. His fertile, black skin made of the Nile’s silt was reflected in your own complexion—darker than night, flanked by eyes that appeared to glow against the midnight of you.

“What is he saying?” You said, readjusting yourself beside his hand, a seriousness edging your tone. Claims of Heka were not to be taken lightly.

“Pledging.. love.”

“For who?”

“... me,” he whispered.

“Beloved of...”

“Beloved of you,” he interrupted before you could finish your thought, a smile creeping at the edges of his pale lips.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to stroke your thumb over the back of his hand. He was returning to a saner state of mind.

“Perhaps so,” you murmured.

[gremlinbehaviour]

Hi! I hope you've been well! 💖

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

With Lance and maybe Merlin or Freya, for the prompt ask

Sorry its on anon, but side blogs can't send asks apparently🙃 (@twosidesofthesameidiot)

“My lady?” Lancelot asked politely as he stepped out from their camper into the cold night air. He had retained many of his old mannerisms even into the modern world, although he declined to use them in public to avoid suspicion. Well, sometimes. Sometimes he liked to slip into old English and confuse everyone in the grocery store around him. He’d had fewer opportunities to cause chaos in Avalon and was now making up for lost time.

Freya wiped her eyes and frantically looked around for something to blow her sniffling nose, but in the sparse desert landscape they were camping in, no suitable leaves or anything were available and she’d forgotten her handkerchief. Under the lake, it hadn’t been as obvious that her nose always ran when she cried. She sniffled hard to try to get it under control before Lancelot turned around the edge of their van and saw her crouched down against the wheel in the dirt. Her goal in coming out here was to try to avoid waking up either of the boys, but it seemed like that hadn’t quite worked. Lancelot must’ve woken up and become worried when he found her gone, which was why he was now looking for her.

Moonlight framed his worried expression and long hair when he turned around the edge of the truck and found her. It was a clear cold night in the Sonoran desert, as they always were, and the full moon made it bright enough that neither of them had even bothered to bring a flashlight. Coyotes howled somewhere not far off, and she’d heard that even panthers were sometimes spotted in the mountains near here and liked to hunt at night, but she knew they wouldn’t hurt her. Cat to cat kinship and all that, even if she now only turned into the bastet on command instead of every night. It turned out the curse hadn’t been broken by her death, just put on pause while she was on Avalon since fairy time apparently worked differently and therefore there was no true midnight. The bastet part of her had returned when she was resurrected, but Merlin had been able to break or modify the worst aspects of the enchantment.

“I thought you were done sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night,” Lancelot said softly, referencing this exact fact. He crouched down near her after checking the area under his knees for cactuses. Merlin had already made that mistake once, and he wasn’t planning to repeat it. “It’s freezing out here, you should have at least brought a blanket.” After all, she didn’t have a fur coat to keep her warm now.

“I’m fine,” she protested, although she did appreciate him showing care for her. She hadn’t had a lot of people do that for her in her life.

“You’re not. You’ve been crying, I can tell.” This was said gently, so that she didn’t flinch away at being caught in the lie like Merlin always did. And to make the gesture complete, Lancelot handed her a hankerchief to blow her nose. Freya was surprised he didn’t have a whole blanket with him as well, ready to tenderly wrap around her shoulders as he sat down close to her and allowed his arm to stay wrapped around behind her back. He could be incredibly caring like that, which was part of the issue. It was stifling sometimes. Being stuck in a little camper van and teardrop trailer with him all the time didn’t help either, even though the scenery outside them changed.

“I’m just kind of feeling overwhelmed by all this, you know?” She admitted. “America is just so Big, and I thought that that would be good and help distract me, but it’s just too much.”

When Lancelot and Freya (and all the others) had returned from the dead, they were suprised to not find Merlin waiting for them in England. It turned out that the immortal warlock was in America, and had been since the Revolution, and was pointedly ignoring the impending apocalypse in his own country that lead to Arthur and his entourage being brought back. He was only lured back by Freya, who didn’t even need to use her siren song. After losing her so soon, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to see her again, and to help her with the bastet curse. He could care less about Arthur and his destiny though, and Lancelot was only gradually allowed back into his good graces, with the others still being held at arm’s length for now. He had grumblingly helped sort out all the apocalypse mess and then retreated back to life without them, which he’d had a millennium and a half to build.

Despite being reluctant to reconnect at first, he’d invited Freya and Lancelot back to America with him when he returned there, and they’d accepted the offer. Getting away from England was a relief, since it was so changed from what it had been but still bore the old bones of their time in a confusing and distressing mismatch. America had no such baggage for them. And Merlin, who had been warming up to their presence and getting to know them again, had been taking them on a tour to his favorite cities and ecosystems. He’d already owned the van and had bought the teardrop trailer to pull behind them for Freya and Lancelot to sleep in. Now that he’d gotten used to it, he sometimes joined them in it, but not always.

“America is definitely very large,” Lancelot agreed. “I’m so used to travel lasting a long time, but it used to be so much slower, and now it’s so fast but it still takes a long time.”

Freya laughed softly despite her tears, before another soft sob escaped. “I want to go home.” Despite the confusion of it being like and unlike the land they knew, she missed England and Avalon, the feeling of the water and the scent of the dirt. She enjoyed the smell of the desert here too, but it was more interesting than familiar.

“Then let’s go home.” He said it so simply that Freya immediately wondered why she hadn’t considered it before. Lancelot wasn’t a boring or bland guy by any means, but he was so easygoing and constantly supportive that he made things sound so clear and simple.

“I don’t want to leave Merlin,” she said. She knew the warlock wouldn’t agree to come back to England with them.

“It won’t be forever. We can just go visit there and live here, or the other way around. Travel is easy now, like I said.”

“We are going to have to ride the scary fake dragon though,” Freya mumbled. She hated flying.

“Or we could take a boat. I wouldn’t mind taking the time to do that, or going home for awhile. I think Merlin could use a break from us too.” The warlock was warming back up to them faster than expected, but in the past few weeks, he’d also been getting more irritable. Lancelot thought he was getting annoyed not by them, but just by having someone else in his space again. Apparently he’d lived with lots of other people and formed many close friendships and families over his long, long life, but for the past forty years he’d become more of a hermit as he travelled around in his van, soaking in the dwindling wilderness and trying to avoid the ever increasing surveillance state that made it difficult to keep his immortality under wraps.

“Okay. Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” Freya summoned up a smile.

“Good. We can plan it out more in the morning. Do you want to come back to bed now?”

“Not yet.” If they were going to be going back to England soon, she wanted to soak in more of this desert night.

“Okay. Goodnight then.” She handed him his handkerchief back and he smiled at her in the moonlight before retreating back to bed in their little camper. Freya stood up from where she had sat against the van’s wheel to go for a walk amid the cactus, listening to the coyotes howl and for once not wishing they were the wolves of home, since she would be there soon.

[whumpfigure]

Request: “Say please. Say it. Say it.” :3

Timeline: Bastet's time with Michael.

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, box boy universe, forced mutism, stress positions, veryyy vague mentions of nfsw(basically, just calling Bastet a cuss word), Michael.

"Say please," Michael says from where he's half laying on his bed, a couple of feet away from Bastet. "And I'll let you down."

In front of him, Bastet is standing on his tiptoes, on the bottleful of gravel Michael had gathered last week in the park. His wrists and elbows are tied tied tightly behind his back, by the rough ropes Michael found in the Old Guy's bedroom. More ropes connect his wrists to his waist, looping around and around the thin frame of him. Tight enough to make it hurt, if he takes in a deep enough breath. There's another piece of rope, tied to the knot on his elbows, which goes up and up to the ceiling. Securing him to the hook installed up there.

Michael can't see his arms from this angle. But he's sure if he walks around his fraile form, he'll find his hands and forearms all purple. It's been a good hour already, after all. And the ropes were tight enough to have cut off the circulation already.

All those kink websites Michael learnt the knots from suggested leaving some slack in the ropes. Saying that it was important to keep the circulation going. But really, Michael doesn't care. If anything, more pain is a step forward to get Bastet to talk. To beg Michael to stop.

But so far, he has stayed quiet. Except for the little whimpers of pain when Michael tightened the ropes around his elbows, causing the whip marks on his back to be squeezed between his upper arms.

He's gone back to silence now though. Only weeping, and letting out soundless sobs every once in a while.

Which is going on Michael's nerves, right now.

'Come on god!' Michael thinks with himself. 'I just want to hear a pet beg me. Is this too much to ask?'

"Bastet." Michael calls out his name, and Bastet's head slowly raises to look at him. Eyes teary and dazed with pain, and cheeks wet with previously-shed tears.

'At least he does beg well with eyes.' Michael thinks, and nearly snorts at the mockery of it.

"Did you hear me? I told you to say please, and I'd let you down." Michael waves his right hand in the air, as if he's explaining the most casual stuff to his little brother at home.

Bastet instead, sobs in return. A sound Michael has learnt is off-limits for him, but he can't control it when the pain gets too much. The Old Guy's told him of the multiple times he's had to punish him for that exact same sound. And really, Michael cannot understand him. Why punish the boy for making such delicious sounds? If Michael were his owner, he'd cherish all those delicate signs of vulnerability.

But now, it's a good time to use the Old Guy's methods to get Bastet to talk. Or, to beg, more specifically.

"Enough of your pitiful noises, pet. I gave you an order." Michael lowers his tone, and pushes his body off his bed. He sees Bastet try to take a step back from him, only to be stopped by the rope hanging him from the ceiling, and the gravel digging into his feet.

"Say please, pet." Michael grabs the knife - which he never uses because he can't leave any evidence on the boy's body for his owner to see - from his nightstand, and strides over to Bastet. Pressing the blade somewhere just above his collar.

He never uses the knife, but it doesn't mean he can't scare the boy with it.

"Say it," Michael leans his head in the crook of Bastet's neck, and whispers in his ear. Knife still held firmly near Bastet's pulse. "Say it, whore."

Tagging: @slaintetowhump @ashintheairlikesnow @liliability @ohmywhump @whumptywhumpdump @raigash @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @simplygrimly @whump-it @misspelledwitch @inky-whump @inaridriscoll @rivertamandspike @spookyboywhump @faewhump @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @whumpzone @sola-whumping @whumpsy-daisies @crystalrainwing @a-whump-muffin @tears-and-lilies @cupcakes-and-pain @string-of-broken-hearts

[mothmxwhump]

Day 1: Partridge in a Pear Tree: Tied to a tree|Given as a gift|Putting up the tree

(Tw: vaguely referenced noncon, memories of past whump, non-human whumpee, referenced caretaker x whumpee, ptsd, past display/pet whump

Bastet looked up in fear at the large, lush tree that dominated the sitting room. Aria had already dragged out a bunch of boxes, likely from the castle’s many storage areas. A warm glow radiated from the fireplace, illuminating the room. Nym had made their way to the mantle, and was sitting with their feet dangling above the warm fire. Tarron was cross-legged on the floor, digging through a box of ornaments. He looked up and smiled at Bastet as he entered.

He signed excitedly, “I was scared you weren’t coming! Nym was ready to check in on you”

Bastet nodded softly, not feeling like talking at the moment. Nym smiled, hopping down from the mantle and going over to him. “Take whichever ornaments you want to, but not the ones in the box Tarron’s got. Those are family heirlooms…” They trailed off, looking over at their boyfriend. He was staring sadly at an ornament, one of those miniature picture frames. It contained a photo of him and his parents, with Nym off to the side, accidentally caught in the frame.

Bastet walked over to the tree trunk, trying not to shake. Master-- Virgil, he wasn’t Master anymore-- Had always tied him to the tree for holiday parties, usually wearing thin, revealing clothing. He shuddered at the memories of people touching him, pinching and petting and hitting and---

Aria laid a hand on his back, xer touch soft and gentle. “You okay?” Xe asked softly, eyebrows knitted in concern. He nodded quickly, shaking off the sense of dread. Tarron and Nym had both begun putting up the ornaments, Tarron hanging expensive-looking baubles laced with gold and gems and Nym hanging medallions and pieces of burnt paper with sigils on them. He wondered what the strange symbols meant, and if Nym could read them. They probably could.

He picked up a few ornaments and hung them, trying to bask in the knowledge that he was among friends, safe in the castle, and that Virgil was dead and would never hurt him again.

[deejadabbles]

A Thousand Songs (Atem/Yami x Reader)

Chapter Three: I Love You

One /// Two /// Three /// Four /// [Five Coming Soon]

Summary: You knew that you and your band could make it big. Not only that, but stay together while doing it; the five of you were family, after all. The only problem was that despite all your musical talents...none of you were particularly good at lyrics. After years of struggling to put out your first full album, the solution finally made himself know in chance meeting on an empty stage.

Rock Band AU, Atem x Reader, gender neutral reader.

Atem’s mind was still reeling as he parked his car in the lot of his building. It had been a normal and rather mundane day at first; he woke, made breakfast, ran his errands, then went to rehearsal. The rehearsal was particularly boring, considering he already memorized their new set of songs for the next show (good thing this was the last few days of rehearsal before the new show debuted). It was likely that very boredom that gave Atem his wistful thought as he packed away his violin. Everyone else had gone, bidding him good night or not even speaking to him as they moved on to their own plans for the night, and Atem found himself alone in the theatre. The stage had always held a bit of...glamour to Atem, and a simple walk around the grand set alone had got him daydreaming- which turned into him singing.

The young man sighed to himself as he rode the elevator up to his floor. He had thought he was singing to himself, that the theatre was empty save for himself and the janitor who was usually outside smoking that time of night. Imagine his surprise when an audience of one had ambushed him the moment his solo was done. He let out another sigh as the elevator stopped.

Atem was careful when opening his door, and the reason why made herself apparent when a delicate ‘mew’ greeted him.

“Hello, Bastet,” he greeted the gray tabby as she rubbed her chin against the door, trying as always to explore beyond the confines of the penthouse.

He scooped her up into his arms as he shut the door, then wandered to the kitchen as his mind continued to replay the odd incident at the theatre. Despite Atem’s shock, the boy- Yugi’s enthusiasm actually made Atem...consider the out-of-the-blue proposal. Him, a first chair violinist, write songs for some rock band? The idea seemed ludicrous at first glance... but, Atem would not deny his interest.

After setting Bastet down on the leather stool by the breakfast bar, Atem pulled out the black business card from his coat pocket, the title “The Dark Magicians” being the first golden text that caught his eye. The name had captured Atem’s interest from the start, though he couldn’t be sure if the name had anything to do with his favorite card from the old Duel Monsters game.

Behind the name of the band, was a circular logo (again, a bit reminiscent of the duel monster) and Atem recognized the symbols of the zodiacs, as well as some other markings he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere, but couldn’t place the meaning of in the moment. Atem then flipped the card over and saw what looked like the names of their social media accounts, but only got a brief glimpse at it before a tug on his coat got his attention.

“Mowo?”

Atem looked down and found Bastet, claws tugging at him and eyes looking expectant. He found himself chuckling and giving her a gentle scratch on the head.

“Sorry, Bastet, you must be hungry, I’ll make us some dinner.”

After finally taking off his coat (the black fabric now covered in his kitten’s fur) Atem turned on his speakers, started his playlist, and got started on dinner: a beef-based stir fry for him, and a can of Fancy Feast for the spoiled cat who wove between his legs the whole time he tried to prepare the meals. And of course, because she really was just that spoiled, Bastet got a small spoon full of his own dinner before he retired to the living room.

Atem kept his music playing as he ate, preferring to get lost in his thoughts rather than his favorite shows; and again Yugi’s proposal swam into his mind and occupied him.

The whole thought was ridiculous, he knew nothing about Yugi or his band, why was he even thinking about writing songs for them? Songwriting was just a hobby for him, it always had been. The orchestra was his career, and though his father had gotten him singing lessons when he was younger, Atem had never truly entertained the idea of making that voice and his lyrics into anything more than a personal amusement. Well, at least not seriously.

Well, and didn’t it say something that Yugi had been so drawn to Atem’s song? The young man had seemed so excited, so sure when he said that he thought Atem was the perfect match for his band. Atem believed in fate, and that had been the first time he sang publicly since he was a child...what were the chances that someone looking for a songwriter would be listening? Not only that, but be so enthralled with the song that he practically bounded down the row of seats to talk with Atem?

As he finished off the last bites of his meal, Atem picked up the card again, looking over the accounts listed on the back. There was one for Youtube and Atem figured that would be a good place to start if he wanted to see what he thought about this band.

He quickly searched the band on the app via his TV (might as well see them on the big screen) and was not surprised with what he saw at first. Their icon was the same logo from the card and they barely had a few thousand subscribers. A small-time group just trying to leave their musical mark on the world. What did surprise him was that they had almost fifty videos posted- though a quick look through their content said that most of them were “band vlogs”.

Their banner picture was nice, all of the band members in the throws of a song with multicolored lights blooming behind them. The picture displayed all five of the members, the framing purposefully showing all of them so no one was left out or hidden behind another member.

Atem of course recognized Yugi first and was intrigued to find the young man working a set of turntables. An odd addition for a rock band- though now that he thought about it, Yugi never actually said what type of band they were. Soon enough, Atem found his eyes drifting to the other members. There was an energetic looking blond pounding on the drums and a brunette woman who had some soul playing the keyboard. Then there were the two guitarists, and the lead guitar player seemed to also be the singer, mouth poised in front of the standing mic and fingers splayed across the strings in unison.

But looking at still pictures would not get Atem far in getting to know the band, so he moved on to the videos. He found a convenient playlist for their actual songs (he’d move on to the vlogs if he liked what he heard) and clicked on the oldest, their first, video.

The setting was simple enough, the five of them standing in an almost warehouse-looking venue, but the video quality wasn’t bad. The girl on the piano started out first and Atem’s found his interest instantly piqued when the notes sounded epic enough to fit in with an orchestra. The singer stepped up to the mic, guitar missing, and started a fast string of lyrics, hard-hitting and dramatic- a perfect combo with the epic-style piano. The drums and bass joined in quick enough and the moment the chorus hit the synthesized sound of the turntables cut in, an interesting contrast to the other instruments that...actually worked...it really really worked. The lead guitarist’s missing strings were deliberate, Atem noted, since the base standing on its own created a deeper sound that complimented the dramatic flair of the song.

It ended too quickly, being barely more than two minutes long, and Atem instantly found himself pressing replay to give the song another listen. This time, now that he wasn’t trying to pick out the different instruments working together, he paid more attention to the lyrics. It sounded like an ode to bad relationships, the toxic kind that made a couple who claimed to love each other fight and scream daily. The singer’s voice was good, and he was impressed with the long note held at the end of the song.

Atem considered giving the title a third listen, but decided he could always come back to it after he sampled their other songs. He moved on to the next, noting that there were a few cover songs in between the originals- though he skipped them for now. This song seemed to have the most views, and Atem figured it was for the actual “music video” style. It was much more entertaining to watch a story-driven video than the band members simply standing on a set (though he thought that was perfectly fine for the first video).

A fade from black showed a ballerina (the pianist?) on the ground, contorted into a common starting position for ballets. A sorrowful note sounded as the camera zoomed in on the ballerina, then, the moment the piano started, she was dancing. It was then that Atem realized that he knew the piano player, at least in passing, she was one of the dancers from the theatre.

The same voice from the first song started to sing, and the dancer soundlessly captured the lyrics with her graceful movements. The thing that truly made Atem stare in wonder though, was the visuals taking place beyond the dance.

As the song went on, the ballerina’s state...worsened. Her visage mirrored the hurt lyrics of the song. At first her make up ran, as if she had been crying, then holes and tears started to appear in her clothes, then bruises on her skin, until finally, half of her tutu was torn and dirty and dark spots littered her body. The pivot point of the song came, and the ballerina fell to the ground, crying, silently conveying that she didn’t want to go on.

But then the tune started to shift, slowly swelling, lifting up as one by one, hands reached out to the despairing dancer. The first gripped her shoulder in comfort, the next wiped away a stray tear, the third rubbed her back, and the fourth simply held itself out to her, a wordless urge to take the offer of help. The ballerina did, and the moment the hands lifted her up, the scene brightened, and her appearance was restored to its original beauty. The woman still had some sadness in her eyes, but the notes were hopeful as she finished her dance, ending the song on an uplifting tune.

Atem found himself simply staring at the screen as a “Thank you for watching!” text scrolled across it. The simple beauty of the video struck him. The song was about loneliness, broken hearts, the darker side of emotions, almost everything most people would feel in their lives. But, ultimately, it was about loved ones making all those things easier to bear- to accept help from those around you and becoming stronger in the process. A song about a sad truth with a hopeful ending.

Atem liked it, he liked it a lot.

He continued to watch the videos and was let down to find that there were only two more original songs by the band. The third was well done too, though Atem admitted that they didn’t capture his attention as much as the previous. It featured the band in steampunk style garb, standing on a stage as masked patrons in ballgowns danced in front of them (Atem knew he recognized said dancers as more ballerinas from the theatre), this song was more light in its beat, though he thought the lyrics alluded to the concept of liars and the masks they wore.

The final song opened with a heavy drum beat and sound effects from the turntables, the black and white camera blinking onto a shot of the drummer in some abandoned building. Water burst from the drums with every hit for even more dramatic visuals as the keyboard and guitars joined in. Then it cut to the singer leaning against a brick-walled alley, still in black and white and the voice Atem was beginning to know well followed the instruments.

He liked the lyrics already, a poetic contrast to the almost upbeat rhythm. What piqued Atem’s interest most, however, was that it was a love song, the first romantic brand of tenderness he’d heard from the band so far.

Where the light shivers offshore

Through the tides of oceans

We are shining in the rising sun

As we are floating in the blue

I am softly watching you

Though, tender as it may be, he couldn’t say it was a happy love song.

Oh boy, your eyes betray what burns inside you

Atem felt something rake at his heart, a pull, the lyrics drawing him in, chest rising with an ache.

Whatever I feel for you

You only seem to care about you

Is there any chance you could see me, too?

'Cause I love you

Is there anything I could do

Just to get some attention from you?

In the waves, I've lost every trace of you

Where are you?

At one point the camera lingered on the singer’s face, eyes pleading and hands splayed in a gesture as if to pull the viewer closer in a desperate embrace. Atem didn’t even realize he was leaning forward until he was at the edge of the seat. If he were a romantic, he might liken the vocalist to a siren, drawing him in with gravitating lyrics.

Whispers are wasted in the sand

As we were dancing in the blue

I was synchronized with you

But now the sound of love is out of tune

Atem had to actively tell himself to sit back in his seat as the chorus came again, though his eyes never left the screen, even as it flashed between all the members in various forsaken settings. It had been a long time since a song made it feel actual heartbreak, made him hang on each pleading lyric.

Not only that, but even as the song began its ending crescendo, Atem’s mind was compiling some violin chords that would slip into the song perfectly. It had been even longer since he wanted to add his own music to a song.

Atem had to give the song one more listen, this time closing his eyes and getting even more lost in the beats and words. Again he had to tell himself not to go for a third listen and moved on to the band’s cover videos. Though, he was momentarily distracted by Bastet as she hopped onto the couch, demanding cuddles and pets by shoving her tail in his face. He obliged, letting her fall asleep on his lap as he flipped through the band’s cover songs, ready to hear more from them.

Most of them featured the players standing in their venue from the first video, which made sense since recording in that simple location allowed the band to pump out videos faster. He liked the diverse array of covers, some were of pop songs, others of rock and metal, and even one rap song. The band made each cover their own, with that unique array of instruments that made Atem endeared to the band.

His favorite covers had to be the ones of Studio Killers’ “Jenny” and “Through the Fire and Flames” by DragonForce.

The metal song was the only one that had someone other than the lead guitarists singing. Atem understood why, the guitar chords were brutal- and the vocalist was playing them like an expert! Again, Atem was impressed, not just anyone could play the strings like that. Instead Yugi sang, belting his little heart out with some decent talent in singing. Atem may have had the deeper voice, but Yugi pulled off the metal style well. Atem then felt bad for not recognizing the bass player’s skill until the near end of the song, and promised to rewatch the video later to fully appreciate how well the brunette played the bass chords.

Jenny was one of the few covers that got a better video and again, Atem found himself interested and surprised, but for an entirely different reason this time. Although the song was about a lesbian crush, the couple acting out the video were two men: Yugi and the blond drummer. Atem found himself smiling when the video ended with the two men kissing in front of a sunset, Yugi having to pull down the taller boy by the collar of his shirt. The song itself was impressive as well, it was undoubtedly a rock version of the pop song, but it still had that upbeat, almost bubbly quality to the music.

That video was also the first that had the band members speaking to the viewers at the end, all five of them sitting on a couch and smiling brightly at the camera. They explained that the video was made for pride month and that they hope to someday donate all the ad revenue of the video to LGBT charities, once their videos started making money in the first place, that is. Unfortunately, (though not to his surprise) that video had the most amount of dislikes, and Atem found himself leaving a string of heart emojis in the comments just to counteract the negativity- and Atem never used heart emojis.

Before he went on to the other videos, the vlogs, Atem paused the playlist and leaned back on his couch, a string of thoughts taking him over as Bastet purred and stretched out to lay on his chest.

He liked the band.

He liked their style, their diversity and unique form, their creativity, and so far he liked the actual members too. He liked all of it a lot. If he were to ever put his original music out there, he knew it would be with a band like this.

Atem believed in fate, so, had he and Yugi met for a reason?

Atem pressed play on the first band vlog video, making his final decision as he petted the purring cat resting on his chest. So long as these more personal vlogs didn’t tarnish his view of the members, he’d speak to Yugi the next day.

[xxgalacticambitionsxx]

I posted 3,889 times in 2022

That's 3,889 more posts than 2021!

275 posts created (7%)

3,614 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 1,611 of my posts in 2022

#poptropica - 592 posts

#binary bard - 165 posts

#dr hare - 81 posts

#ringmaster raven - 50 posts

#rumpelstiltskin poptropica - 44 posts

#red baroness - 32 posts

#space - 26 posts

#director d - 21 posts

#myron van buren - 20 posts

#red queen poptropica - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i think there should be pop characters as sexymen because it would be so fucking jarring to go onto the sexypedia and see like bard or raven

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

love how the plots of some poptropica islands are just absolutely off their rocker

under a read more because, wow, this really got away from me

this shark has been eating people so you gotta make it go honk mimimimimi

this furry really wants carrots and also w o r l d d o m i n a t i o n so you explode his rabbot. leaving him stranded in space- wait isn't this a kid's game?

this guy is bald and he's really mad about it

man who kind of looks like dimentio from super paper mario kidnaps a princess to marry her (ew) so he can become king of the universe so you leave him to die in a dimension of his own creation- wait isn't this a kid's game?

zeus is a very bad man and you need to go kick him in the shin

OOO PIRATES

lady with very strange hair tries to kill you over bigfoot

greg you are horrible at watching over your younger brother. be better

small time

this guy almost kills a bunch of people because he is mad at a whale

vampire kidnaps lady because he thinks she's his wife

the olympics

SALERNO COME BACK

oh we're making the villains not evil, that's good- OH GOSH DARNIT IT'S ZEUS AGAIN

this guy tries to steal a baseball card

you need to shrink down and go inside this man to get rid of his disease because he put it on his freaking poutine

capitalism!

RAVEN I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN-

Is- Is this The Most Dangerous Game? Isn't this a kid's game?

Comicon

This girl with an incredibly hard to spell name, just, really doesn't wanna be royalty

oh hey this one's based off the graphic novels!

Oops, you get framed and have to break out of jail!

Amelia Earhart's angry German ex really doesn't want to lose this race

reality tv island but worse

this guy is stealing happy endings and you gotta say his name three times to banish him- just kidding! you freed him you utter fool

oh crap you were turned into a villain for a few minutes, that was, that was unexpected. Also you get a choice for the ending so get ready for ✨crippling doubt that you made the right decision✨

THAT CAT WAS THE GODDESS BASTET? also i used to have a cat named Bastet

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#4

i put so much effort into this it's unbelievable

also if this gets to 50 notes i'll make it my profile picture for a week

25 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#3

Super Paper Mario fucked me up because i can no longer react to similes in a normal way

"She was as sweet as cotton candy on a beautiful spring day" Like, yeesh Dimentio, take it down a notch

52 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Reblog if you agree!

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My #1 post of 2022

victor frankenstein wasn't even a doctor he was a college student why the hell do we even call him that

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[horrorslashergirl]

Bahini Talibah: Horror Story ‘One Normal Night’

Authors Note: Finally, managed to finish this Bahini Oneshot after sitting in my drafts for days and days.

Warnings: 18+ for gruesome scenes and murder

Words: 1.5k

It was late at night that Bahini finished preparing the new ancient Egyptian exhibit of Bastet for tomorrow's visit; archeologists from Egypt will come to see it and everything needed to be pristine and put together, artifacts display perfectly by inch and Bahini smiled proudly at how well the place looked.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow to see the faces of all people gazing at Bastet statues put on display. Looking at the clock, it was almost midnight and she needed to get home to prepare herself for tomorrow; a bubble bath will make the ending of the day and all her hard work.

Walking to the exit of the museum, the strap of her purse on her shoulder, she passed the office of her coworker, an old man that collaborated with her for the Egyptian department.

"Dr. Sullivan. It's almost midnight. We should head home, everything is ready for tomorrow." Bahini spoke, the office door wide open and Sullivan was at his desk, absorbed in the ancient papyruses.

The doctor moved his gaze up and gave her a small smile.

"Ah, yes. I wish I could head home, but there is so much more that needs to be done. We received this morning some new papyruses." he told her, setting his glasses next to the old ancient papers.

"Always overworking?" the blonde joked, making the sweet old man shrugged his shoulders.

"When you have nothing left, working is all I can do." he replied, making Bahini give a sympathetic smile.

Dr. Sullivan's wife died last month of bone cancer, making the old man very sad, the only thing he could do was spend time at the museum, working and studying further, trying to occupy his mind.

Bahini gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing what a sweet lady his wife was. She remembers when she was healthy and how she brought her husband lunch every day at the museum. They were such a lovely old couple; an undying love and even after her death, the old man stayed loyal, keeping the wedding band on his finger and the picture of his wife on his desk.

She was his everything.

"Well, I should be going... I will be at the first hour of the morning tomorrow for the event." Bahini said, waving at her old coworker, which he did the same.

"Have rest, dear." he told her, getting back to the artifacts on his desk.

The blonde nodded, then walked towards the exit of the museum, the soothing summer breeze hitting her face. She closed her eyes, so glad to be outside after a whole day inside between bookshelves. Not to mention the fact that the AC of the museum broke down and inside it was hotter than outside, almost impossible to properly breathe.

Bahini groaned, remembering how the dust from the higher bookshelves flew on her sweat covered skin, sticking to it. She really needed a bath and a proper late dinner, since she missed lunch, because of the tons of work the museum had up in this period of time.

Time was precious.... for humans.

For Bahini time seemed to stay in place, seeing the people around her grow up, make their own families, get old and die together. Finding someone to share her life seemed like a fairytale, especially after she died... all because she cared too much and loved.

Despite the fact that she killed her ex-husband and his mistress, she still couldn't forget the look on the man she had loved and cherished so much; the way he looked at her as he held the gun at her forehead. He held no hesitation or regret in his eyes as he took her life.

Of course, destiny had other plans and brought Bahini back from the dead in the form of something she found herself repulsed. She was glad she could hide her monstrous form under her human form.

Walking down the streets at night was dangerous, but the blonde learned in time that fear wasn't an emotion she should feel when you're an immortal being.

She could feel someone watching her, her obsidian eyes looking to the left and right, expecting to see someone, but none was around so she continued to walk until she heard footsteps behind her; more than one person.

"Hey, blondie." a sultry male voice, spoke, but the woman continued to walk, not bothered by the voice; ignoring them was the best thing she could do or else...

"Hey! Are you deaf?" another male voice meets her ears, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Bahini internally groaned at the persistent group of men that followed her, not in the mood to deal with this now. She was tired, frustrated and all she wanted was to sleep, not listen to some ignorant clowns attempting to flirt with her.

She took a quick turn down a more isolated part between two buildings, picking up speed in her steps, but one guy from the group run in front of her, blocking her path and grinning down at her.

The woman stopped, looking up at him with a neutral expression. She wasn't afraid, if anything, she was more so afraid for them if they didn't stop this nonsense.

"Hey, babe! Didn't you hear when I called you?" he asked, taking a step towards her, but she stood her ground, already feeling her patience wearing thin.

"I need to get home." she spoke, voice void of emotions, not giving the guy any satisfaction in putting emotions out of her.

"How about I get you to my house?.... I promise you, you won't regret it." he proposed, taking another step towards her, hearing the guys snicker behind her.

The last mistake of the male was getting too close to the female, his arm wrapping around her waist, only for her to throw his body against the brick wall of a building, like he was a ragdoll.

"What the fuck, man?!" one from the group screamed, and Bahini turned towards them; four other men looking at her with scared expressions, only to turn into terrified as the woman shifted into her true form.

Blonde golden locks turned into dark green living snakes, hissing and snapping aggressively, sun-kissed skin turning pale green, glowing in a way that it gave you the impressions of scales. Her 5'5 tall frame grew until she reached 7'0, towering over them. Sharp black claws adored her hangs, her mouth opening into a hiss, long fangs on display, a long forked tongue poking out from between them.

"W-What.....What are you?" one of the guys choked out, taking a step back.

The creature's eyes opened, the black pupils now shining a golden color, like two drops of flames flashing into the darkness.

"Your Death." the creature hissed, and next followed the screams of the group, screams filled by the intensity of pain they were experiencing.

Their skin started to burn, slowly melting down like a candle, exposing muscles and tissue underneath. They melted down until they were a pile of flesh and bones.

A groan pulled Bahini out from the gruesome scene, looking over her shoulder at the man that had blocked her path, the snakes on her head hissing in irritation.

Opening his eyes, they widened when they landed on Bahini, crawling backward, putting distance between him and her. In a flash, she was in front of him, her gaze burning into his, one of the snakes from her head biting on his cheek, making him scream.

"Still want to get home with me now?" she asked him, a drop of sarcasm in her voice, looking down at him like he was an ant ready to be crushed by her feet.

"F-Fuck you, ugly p-piece of shit." the man spat, only for the immortal being to strike.

Two of the snakes jolted, biting the man's eyes out, but she didn't give him any chance to scream his heart out, for her clawed hand plunged into his mouth, claws hooking downwards and with inhuman strength she ripped his jaw off, tossing it in on the other side of the alley.

Her chest moved up and down, breathing hard from the rage this man caused her. She wasn't one to kill out of pleasure, but when the idiocy comes straight up at you, you just take it.

After a few minutes of calming her nerves down, she shifted back into her human form, with no spot of blood on her.

Looking around the carnage she made, she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

She should have just teleported back to her house, but she wanted to feel as human as possible, using her cursed powers only necessarily; for example, when you were pestered by parasites like the dead ones here.

In a flash, the blonde vanished from the alleyway, teleporting herself into her house, ready to prepare dinner, forgetting about the horrific scene in the dark alleyway that will probably be the main story for the news tomorrow.

[ryqoshay]

Happy Life: Cat Café

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~2.7k Rating: G AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Early February of Riko’s 2nd year and Yoshiko’s 1st year of high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: 2020 was a bit of a blur for me, so I’m not sure why I decided to start writing this scene well after Valentine’s and after I had already posted a YohaRiko Vday scene earlier in the year. And yet, despite confirming on Sukutomo that the cards that inspired this scene were released in 2020, it feels like I’ve been writing this since 2019. Probably doesn’t help that 2019 was also a blur for me as well...

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“Welcome, Aqours!” The café owner greeted with arms open wide.

“Thank you for having us.” Dia replied with a bow.

“Th-Thank you…” Ruby also bowed next to her sister.

“Please take care of us.” You followed suit.

Chika, Kanan and Riko were about to offer greetings of their own when they were interrupted.

“Mirai, zura!” Hanamaru marveled, eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.

“<Shiny!>” Mari exclaimed, grabbing a themed cat toy with a sparkling pink heart near the end. Immediately, she began dangling it in front of a cat on a nearby platform.

“Ku ku ku” Yoshiko chuckled. “The fallen angel Yohane needs not such trinkets to attract a new familiar!” She pointed to a cat with leopard spots. “Tepēyōllōtl! Yohane summons thee to her side!”

For its part, the cat continued on its way past the group with nary a glance toward the blue-haired first-year.

“Cait Sidhe!” She tried again with a white bellied black cat. “Thou shall make a fine familiar for Yohane!”

To her credit, at least this time, the feline in question turned its head at the call but made no move to approach.

“Tepe-whatsit?” Hanamaru inquired. “Kite Shee? What kind of strange names are you trying to give them?”

“No stranger than Laelaps…” Riko murmured under her breath.

“Sorry for that.” Dia apologized to the owner.

“Don’t worry about it.” The owner chuckled at the continuing antics. “Many of the cats here actually don’t have names yet.” She explained. “If you girls can get them to respond to some you might come up with, we will certainly consider them.”

Several of the gathered school idols gave their affirmations.

“So, if you’ll follow me” the owner continued “we’ve set up a changing area in one of our private rooms. The photography company has already placed your outfits in each section.”

And yet another Valentine’s Day theme. Riko thought to herself as she followed her fellow second years to the mentioned room. There, she found her area as designated by a small handwritten sign. She pushed back the sheet to enter and found a pair of costumes.

So we’re doing idolized versions as well this time. She continued to muse to herself as she changed into the one that seemed more appropriate of a normal café employee, the one not decked out with lace and ribbons and extra accessories. Despite this not being for the idol magazine…

In fact, though they were utilizing the same publishing company to take the pictures and assist with costuming, this photoshoot was instead being sponsored by the café itself. The pictures were to be used for advertising and celebrating their grand opening. So, in that light, perhaps it wasn’t just another Valentine’s set. And the outfits were quite cute.

“Alright,” The head photographer said as the girls began to exit their changing booths “if I could have Kunikida-san, Kurosawa-san and Tsushima-san follow me to the kitchen.”

“You mean me, right?” Ruby asked, pointing to herself.

The woman checked her list. “Ah yes, that’s right, sorry for not being clear.”

“The kitchen?” Yoshiko inquired. “Are we not taking pictures with the kitties?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice.

“We want to get a few pictures of everyone performing duties of the café as well.” The photographer explained.

“Yoshiko-chan just wants to play with the cats.” Hanamaru teased.

“Of course!” Yoshiko rebuked as she reluctantly followed the others. “They’re all so adorable and deserve all of the attention and affection we can give them. And I intend to do my fair share.”

“Probably more than your fair share.”

Whatever Yoshiko said in reply was cut off by the door closing behind the group heading to the kitchen.

Riko felt a small smile turn her lips as she realized that the younger girl cared far more about the animals than the photoshoot. Not that this came as any surprise to her, based on the behavior she had observed with Anko, but she couldn’t deny that she saw an endearing quality to it all.

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The grey cat sniffed the collar in Riko’s hand once before stepping closer. Gently, Riko slid the faux leather band around the cat’s neck and secured it. She then leaned back to admire the accessory and decided she’d made the right choice. Pink worked well with grey.

Riko smiled as the cat climbed up into her lap then giggled as she continued to climb and stretch up to lick her cheek.

“Perfect.” The photographer spoke up. “I think that might be the shot.” Though saying as much, he continued to snap more pictures in case an even better one presented itself.

Suddenly the cat’s ears perked up and her head snapped around to the side. Riko followed her gaze and after a moment was barely able to pick up a tiny, plaintive mewl.

“Sorry, sorry, Bastet!” Yoshiko’s voice followed. “I didn’t mean to sca-kyaa!”

Riko flinched as a thump sounded and the whole structure of a nearby tower bumped up, disturbing the half dozen cats perched upon it. Due to the commotion caused by the younger girl, Riko barely noticed that the grey cat had leaped out of her lap and made a beeline for where Yoshiko was now backing out from under the structure.

“I’ll leave this here for you for when you decide to come out, alright?” Yoshiko said gently before pulling herself out completely. “Hear that, Kankyo, Nunogire?” She directed her attention to the two cats who had not fled the tower. “That treat is for Bastet. But you can have… oh, hey there.” Her gaze shifted once again, this time to the grey cat who had arrived at her side and seemed to be staring daggers at her.

“Seems you met the shiest of our new arrivals.” A nearby staff member commented. “And earned the ire of another.”

“Who, her?” Yoshiko questioned as she let the grey cat sniff her finger before petting her. “Seems Anhur is just a little protective of the little baby, nothing to wrong with that.”

Anhur? Riko’s knowledge of the Egyptian pantheon was not the greatest, but she was fairly certain Anhur was the brother of Bastet, not her sister.

“They’re both quite protective of her.”

“Both?” Yoshiko asked.

The young woman glanced around for a moment before saying, “Oh, here he comes.” Sure enough, a golden chinchilla cat came trotting around the corner. “We took all three in at the same time and they bonded almost immediately.”

“Such a good big brother, Horus.” Yoshiko grinned as she reached over to introduce herself to the newly arrived cat. “Sorry I scared your little Bastet, I was actually just trying to follow Kankyo.”

“You’re still trying to give them names?” Riko inquired, moving over to the grey cat she had been working with earlier.

“They’re all too cute to not have equally cute names to refer to them with.” Yoshiko replied in a tone similar to the one Riko remembered her using when fawning over Nocturne. “Isn’t that right, Anhur?” She scratched under the grey cat’s chin before giggling as the golden cat refused to be left out and began petting himself on her free hand.

Did naming cats after Egyptian gods count as cute? Well, Bastet made sense as she was feline in nature, but the others…

“Cute collar, by the way.” Yoshiko commented, offering a treat to the grey cat… Anhur, apparently.

“I thought it would look good on her.”

“You have good taste.”

Riko was about to thank the other girl for the praise when she noticed something. “Say, those don’t look like the treats we were given, where did you get them?”

“Oh…” Yoshiko chuckled a bit abashedly. “Yeah, I ran out a while ago, and even went through a second bag they gave me… so I bought more.”

“You’re on your third bag already?”

“I can’t help it!” Yoshiko admitted. “They’re all such good kitties! And even Tepe and Sidhe wouldn’t ignore me when there were tasty treats to be had. And head pats, of course. And lots of scratchies and belly rubs.” She seemed rather proud of the last part.

Riko smiled. The younger girl certainly was enjoying herself. And was displaying a rather rare side of her personality; her grandiose entrance and continued use of strange names notwithstanding, Yoshiko seemed to have all but forgotten her fallen angel persona. She hadn’t even used her strange nickname for Riko, despite Riko deciding to allow it just the other day, for the time being, at least. Yoshiko may have still used Hanamaru’s nickname though, at some point.

“Well, if you run through that bag, I’ll let you use some of mine.” Riko offered after a moment.

“Thanks, but those are yours.” Yoshiko shook her head. “Far be it for me to deprive you of your own bonding experience with these adorable purr boxes.”

“You seem to be bonding quite well with them.”

“The treats help.”

I believe it’s more than just the food. Riko thought to herself as the other girl turned to offer a few niblets to another cat.

Riko looked up to see some of the other girls heading back to the changing room. “I think it’s time for the second round.” She said to Yoshiko.

“Alright,” Yoshiko nodded as she inspected her stash of treats. “I’ll join you guys in a minute.” She upended the bag into her palm and started distributing the remaining pieces among the cats gathered around her.

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“We should probably get a few shots of your iconic poses.” The photographer said. “Your fans always comment on them when we put them to print.”

“Very well.” Yoshiko nodded. “If that is what my little demons demand, Yohane shall accommodate.”

Riko glanced over from where she was posing for her own shots. Was that the first time Yoshiko had mentioned her fallen angel name since the group had arrived? And she hadn’t even dropped her voice to do so? Strange.

“Good, that will… oh?” Despite expressing her surprise, the woman’s fingers did not stop pressing the shutter button and continued to capture the scene in front of her.

“Eh?” Yoshiko glanced down. “Bastet?”

So that was the kitten Yoshiko had been so intent on befriending earlier. Riko watched with amusement as the small cat jumped and batted at the large ribbon streaming from the back of Yoshiko’s outfit. Of course Yoshiko would pursue a black cat.

“I think that’s the best one yet.” The photographer commented, checking the screen on her device. “I’ll let you two be.” She added before turning away.

Yoshiko laughed merrily and pulled at the ribbon to move it more for the cat playing with it. “But of course!” She replied, not seeming to notice the photographer was already leaving. “Any shot with a kitty as cute as Bastet in it is going to be the best.” She knelt to pet the cat who rolled onto her back to paw at the hand rubbing her belly.

“I must say, I’m impressed.” A staff member said as he paused to watch. “I’ve never seen that one out of hiding, especially without the other two nearby.”

“She just wanted to play.” Yoshiko barely looked up at the young man. “Although, you’re right.” She glanced around for a moment. “Ne, Bastet, shall we go find Anhur and Horus?”

As if understanding the question, Bastet jumped up towards her. Yoshiko didn’t appear to have been ready, but managed to catch the cat anyway, throwing herself off balance in the process. She quickly righted herself and laughed while cradling the kitten in her arms.

“Sakurauchi-san, if you could pose something like this?” The young woman working with Riko held her arms up with hands mimicking cat paws.

“Eh?” Riko turned her attention back to her own photo session. “Sorry, urhm…” that pose is kind of embarrassing… “will this do?”

“Perfect.”

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“Oh, is that the time?” You asked, looking at her phone. “Geez, I really need to head out.”

“I’ll go with you, You-chan.” Chika said. “You coming too, Riko-chan?”

“Uhm, one moment.” The redhead surveyed those around her. “Do we have everyone?”

The photoshoot had come to an end and the crew had already packed up and left. The girls had changed back into their street clothes before accepting an invitation to stay for a light snack provided by the café. But now things were winding down and everyone was looking to head home for dinner or to study or whatever other plans they had for the evening.

“We’re missing Yoshiko-chan.” Ruby pointed out.

“I don’t think she left our table.” Hanamaru chimed in.

Sure enough, as Riko scanned the area they had left a few minutes ago, there remained a blue-haired girl still lounging on the booth bench. Riko sighed and made her way back.

“We’re all heading out, Yoshiko-chan.” She said as she approached.

“This place is surely heaven on earth.” Yoshiko sighed contently as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

Wait for it… … What? That was it? Nothing about angels or demons or…?

Yoshiko’s smile grew as Bastet wrapped her front paws around her arm and nuzzled into the crook of her elbow. Anhur, Horus, Sidhe, Tepe, Kankyo, Nunogire and several others Riko couldn’t remember, but likely had received strange names, surrounded Yoshiko; on her lap, at her side and even across the top of the bench behind her head. Their combined purring could be heard from halfway across the room.

“I think this place broke Yoshiko-chan…” Hanamaru mused as she caught up.

Or fixed her, Riko thought to herself, this is the most at ease I’ve ever seen her. And she looks pretty cute sitting there, surrounded by cats and apparently about to fall asleep. She may very well have found her heaven here on Earth.

“I think…” Riko started “I might stay for a little while longer as well.”

“You sure?” Chika asked. “We could just wake her up.”

Riko shook her head. “I think we should let her rest. She had a busy afternoon.”

“Yoshiko-chan did have the most fun today, I think.” Ruby pointed out.

“Anyway,” Riko continued “I don’t want her to wake up and think we all abandoned her. And I don’t have anything in particular planned tonight anyway.”

“Oh, alright.” Chika shrugged. “You-chan, wait up!” She scurried away to chase the departing ash-haired girl.

As the rest of the girls said their goodbyes, Riko took a seat on the bench next to Yoshiko. Or, at least as next to her as allowed by the gathered cats.

“Care to order anything while you wait for your friend to wake up?” A menu entered Riko’s field of vision. “You girls worked hard today, so feel free to pick out whatever you want.”

Riko looked up to see the smiling face of the café owner. “Thank you, but you already gave us a snack a little while ago.”

“True, but I have a feeling you two might be here a little while.” The woman nodded her chin towards Yoshiko.

“Right, uhm… do you mind if I get something for Yoshiko-chan as well?”

“Of course, if you see something she might like.”

Riko scanned the menu, easily settling on a sandwich that looked good. And something for… her eyes found chocolate covered strawberries. Perfect. She placed her order.

“Just a dessert for her?” The owner inquired.

“She can have half of my sandwich if she wants, in exchange for some of her strawberries.”

“Very well, we’ll bring that right out.”

“Thank you.”

Riko smiled as she glanced over at the sleeping girl beside her, surrounded by a purring mass of fur. There was no denying this side of Yoshiko was incredibly adorable.

Riko pulled her tablet out of her bag, set it up on the table and continued her work on the new song on which she and Chika were working. A few minutes later, a server came by to drop off the food she had ordered. Riko swapped half of each item onto the other plate and slid one closer to Yoshiko’s side.

Though the official holiday was still a little ways off, Riko couldn’t help saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoshiko-chan.” before returning to her work.

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Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

[oiphity]

local simp screams about a simp with a front mullet and flip-flops

i have become the very thing i swore to destroy

bold of any of you hypothetical readers to assume these will be coherent lol

@lilikags! you said you wanted to be tagged in this abomination of a post when i mentioned possibly making it, so here it is!

anyway, basar thoughts. dear god.

okay look there is no way in hell that basar doesn't have at least some knowledge or chemistry. maybe i'm a brainlet and don't know how poison works, but come on. there are at least some spicy chemical things happening there.

honestly basar's lore literally being about him selling both poison and explosives is under-utilized from what i've seen but i might be wrong on that though lol feel free to roast me if i am

basar probably speaks a lingua franca or two, along with bits and pieces of other languages he's picked up over the years. he's a merchant, so he's probably met a whole lot of different people in his time, right?

the man probably switches between languages when talking to people if he's tired enough

basar's ability to cook may be somewhat lacking, given that he seems to have been pretty wealthy for most of his life. he probably just pays someone to cook for him or goes to bougie restaurants.

i'm just gonna assume bastet, aka basar's ridiculously jacked feline, is some sort of familiar? it would explain why her eyes coordinate with his anyway, and how basar can legally own a literal cougar.

we need more bastet content please smilegate this is very important

the only plausible reason i can think of for why basar has a front mullet is that maybe his hair went white in the front before the rest of it, and once the back grew out some more he just chopped it and left the front intact because he got too used to it or thought he looked weird without hair framing his face???

or he just grew it out for the meme or to have an excuse to wear more jewelry

he probably does have a lot of jewelry to begin with, really. he definitely mostly wears gold.

i dunk on him for his haircut frequently but i'm too used to seeing him with his sidetails, so him without them would look even more cursed

basar with no brim

seriously how old even is this man? like he's obviously old enough for his hair to have turned white but not old enough to be an actual geezer. i'd place him somewhere between mid-life crisis and nursing home, so like maybe around 50?

anyway this pissbaby is probably unreasonably tall too, like around 6'3" or something. a being like him needs a large vessel to hold such a large ego, clearly.

basar has probably done a bunch of quasi-illegal things in his youth and weaseled his way out of the consequences because he bribed people, maybe.

i don't know but dj basar has horny stoner fratboy vibes so he'd totally do that

have i mentioned how much i dislike dj basar's vibes yet? because they are a t r o c i o u s

i mean, obviously some character development happened there in comparison to regular basar, but that doesn't stop me from disliking him lmao

basar/mui is such a cursed ship and i do not like the weird bdsm subtext it has. also, what the hell else is mui gonna do to him? pat him on the head and call him a good boy? i don't even think that's even super out of character for her, either.

uhh what else

basar is overprotective of his kids but honestly? i would be too if i found out my daughter was literally going to a place with "death" in the name. it's like that one ominously-named place pang tong died at in romance of the three kingdoms, except that was directly named "valley of the fallen phoenix." for context, pang tong was nicknamed "fledgling phoenix." lmao i don't know why i remember this but i do

what is silk to basar, anyway? i feel like i've seen her call him her adoptive father, but he's never acknowledged her as a daughter from what i remember? i don't know lol but i like to think of basar, silk, and rin as being one family.

that is the one wholesome headcanon on this godforsaken post i swear to god

this incoherent post is getting far too long, so i'll just shut up here lmao

we're ending on a positive note! i guess! maybe!

idk man hopefully this post was entertaining in some way

if not, leave me your thoughts, prayers, and bad metaphorical yelp reviews in a reply or reblog lol