LONG LIVE.

❛ you still show your fangs to me. ❜

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avallcnis‌:

So! I’ve consolidated all of my muses onto a multimuse (except Merlin, he’s retaining his own blog). This is primarily because I just can’t cope with more than 3 blogs and I’ll be starting classes come October, so I’d like to have an easy way to knock things out whilst continuing to write the characters I love.

Said blog can be found here, so I guess you can consider this a shitty promo!

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avallcnis‌:

So! I’ve consolidated all of my muses onto a multimuse (except Merlin, he’s retaining his own blog). This is primarily because I just can’t cope with more than 3 blogs and I’ll be starting classes come October, so I’d like to have an easy way to knock things out whilst continuing to write the characters I love.

Said blog can be found here, so I guess you can consider this a shitty promo!

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What gift did you bestow god-king? It's a difficult question but a challenge Seto no doubt accepts. The secret is not in paying attention to titles. Rather, listening to the heart that lies within the man. Surely Atem wouldn't mind, as the true date of his birthday was lost, but Seto is a materialistic individual, and so he approaches the smaller and takes a hand, slipping gilded rings and clasping glittering necklace to adorn. Dressing him was guilty pleasure. "Happy birthday." Quiet offering.

When one was so very old with memories so fragile certain things were lost in the way times changed, and this had been one. Atem had come to recall the date of his birth, but how that had translated into the modern world he had neither known nor cared until he had been asked. It had been a confusing matter but he had answered thoughtlessly, leaving it be until Seto drew near now. Until hand was stolen away and jewelry offered unto him, placed there in way much like it had been when he had been but a child who others fawned over and dressed as their duty.

This was different, blink of surprise before words are uttered and something in him softened. Seto could be horribly sentimental when it struck him, soft in ways Atem did not think others really saw. He would consider himself lucky then, dipping close to chase lips with own in fleeting kiss. “Thank you.” Is all he says, but with warmth and affection enough that ought else would pale.

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godowned‌:

        It was truly unfair how Atem is able to flawlessly garner a particular reaction from him, smirk playing upon lips as weapon spun in his hand; the other’s confidence dripping from his words are noted and draws him. “Is that so? I have no choice then…” Seto for all his attributes was a rather easy one to bait even if it wasn’t smart, a weakness he doesn’t quite realize. “As long as you promise not to cut anything off.”

And there was his arrogance, loud and forthright in all the ways Atem had come to expect of him. It is enough to raise something of his own smirk, for whilst there was no doubt Seto was stronger than him in this field Atem was well versed. “Don’t let me close enough to and I won’t.”

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        “That so? Then I must say I am interested.” Weapon in hand he swings it around slowly in his grasp, bringing it up to the light to inspect its detail. “How confident are you in your technique? Maybe I’ll challenge you to a duel.” He’s mostly joking. Not sure if fencing did him any favors with this— that and real weapons were rather dangerous.

“You’re welcome to challenge me to whatever you please.” Which was not an answer, but perhaps in a way it was. Confidence rolled off him, thick and heady. 

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        Sharp huff. “I know how an oversized knife works, Atem. I just think the curve is a strange choice, but it is a weapon of kings I suppose. Should I judge it so harshly?”

“An oversized knife?” Oh, how he scoffed! “This could do far more damage to a man than a knife, Seto. A Khopesh is effective. More than the silly straight swords used by many others.”

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“You hit things with the sharp side. That’s it.”

@godowned

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wanna rp

but writing starts right now is? major yikes scoob

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redeyesduelist‌:

He knew that look well. That burning gaze, at a moment’s notice he could and very much would unleash his wrath upon any cur that dares to harm his friends. He always knew Atem had his back just as he had his. They were not just friends to Jou, but family. Them and Shizuka meant more to him than his own parents who neglected him and treated him like he was worthless.

“It’s fine.” Jounouchi sighed, putting a firm hand on Atem’s shoulder. “He’s a loser. Wallowin’ in his own self pity, he takes it out on me but I don’t take none of it from him. Bein’ better than him and leavin’ that dump in the dust is the best payback I can give” 

No ancient Egyptian magic punishment could undo his scars. The shame and contempt he held for his father. Now–he seemed so small in hindsight. Just an annoyance he has to live with until he can afford to get his own place. A safe place, far from the dangerous hoods where he and his sister could be together. A place he’d feel pride in and comfortable inviting his friends to come visit and stay over. 

A loser no doubt, but one who was hurting someone Atem cared for and that alone drew contempt at best. That Jou was unwilling to relent on it is no surprise to Atem and yet even so it twists ugly feeling in gut, unsettled as he sighed out uneasy frustration. What was he to do? Evidently nothing, a fact he cared little for.

“If that’s what you want.” It wasn’t a matter he could speak more on really, not when he thinks he had been loved. When he had no doubt lived an indulged life before his death, golden little prince spoilt for that was his birth right. A far cry was that from what he was being confronted with here.

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ardenssolis‌:

     WHAT A FASCINATING YOUNG pharaoh. Was he like this once? It was hard to recall, though a part of himself did believe that he had already answered his own question. Inexperienced he may be in comparison to the elder who stood before him, but he was proud enough – courageous enough to lift his head and offer retaliation to words he disagreed with. That alone, if nothing else, would have cemented Ozymandias’ already positive opinion. ❝A pharaoh is meant to be present perfection and absolution…however…I suppose…that we too have our moments…❞ Speaking those words was difficult, such heavy on his tongue as he grimaced a bit at the thought of being anything but perfect to any who so much as looked at him. Hmph, he did not wish to mull over such a thing.

     ❝H-Hm?❞ He blinked a couple of times, his brows furrowing once more. ‘Why Ozymandias?’ Was that borrowed name unpleasant? Hmm…he supposed compared to the beauty that was their names, it was atrocious in comparison. There was a reason for him using it, however. ❝Most are not worthy of speaking my name. It is near and dear to me so if anyone desires, they may say ‘Ozymandias’. Only those I give permission to may call me ‘Ramses’ without repercussion.❞ Why not let the masses say ‘Ozymandias’ while his True Name was kept close?

Dear to him? Such might have been an odd thing to grasp were Atem any other, were he not from the same land where names meant so much, where they were part of a soul rather than a mere designation. Especially to he, one who had stripped such a thing from himself and knew well the folly of wandering nameless. So thus it was that names were important, names held meaning, and the ones shared could be telling of so very much if one truly knew what they were looking for.

“Oh.” Thoughtful as he lapsed into silence, weighing words carefully as he plucked at golden bangle about his wrist. “Then I hope you can find people in this era you wish to share that with. Not to hear your own name is not a happy thing, not really.” Once more it was little more than a lonely mantel, one worn by those chosen by gods who burdened themselves with name after name in efforts to regale all that they were.

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redeyesduelist‌:

Ah, oh well. And here he thought he was going to get around this without talking. It wasn’t that much of a secret. The thing he wanted to avoid was the conversation. It was always the same no matter what. Whether it was Honda or Atem of even social workers that looked down upon him in pity. At least they cared–

“Heh, you know. Things. He woke up in a bad mood. Wrong place, wrong time. We got into it and I told him I was runnin’ late.” No use hiding the truth. His relationship with that man was always a silent point of contention that he’d rather not even acknowledge. He didn’t matter, and the less said about his feelings towards him the better. 

What lit his eyes was not pity, rather an ugly sort of incandescence. Atem was undoubtedly a good person but there was a time not so long ago where he had killed and maimed people for less than what had been committed here, had cast souls asunder in penance for their sins. It begged the question of what he might do to a man like that, even as placid as he might now seem.

“I could make him stop.” Sharp frown, arms settling across chest ever mindful of cursed gold which hung above his heart. “If you’d like.” This no doubt being the testament to his progress, that he thought to ask permission rather than bluster in and merely reap unholy karma.

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godowned‌:

❛ i didn’t ask for this ! i didn’t ask for you to save me ! ❜ / sentence starters. @auzare

        Was that how he felt…? Their affair was a complicated ordeal, one that spanned the history of civilization. Old emotions that had yet to be reconciled, fates that had been sealed, but Seto had believed that things were not as set in stone as that. Indeed he was a master at shattering expectations, but this time it seemed that some were not permitted to be. Here Atem is firm on his stance— that he should have stayed where he was. Once he’d even remarked that Seto confused his desires for the desires of others, though Seto believes he’s still right. Why would you just resign to that fate? Why would you ferociously defend that defeatist mindset?

        It hurts him on some level, that what he’d done was unwanted, having taken such as rejecting what they presently had. Even now Seto is still a selfish man and puts his needs above others, though he thinks there is mutual benefit. That was good no matter what.

       “And what? Left you to just throw away the chance you had? I didn’t take you for someone who just settled.” Frustration is clear in raised tone. Maybe he’d never truly understand the complexity of Atem’s situation, the ambiguity he lived by the mere circumstance of his existence. Maybe he doesn’t want to, because it shouldn’t matter. “Does your resolve really overpower your desire to live? Who are you helping? Certainly not yourself.” Sharp click of teeth and he falls inward, voice falling.

        “What do you want, Atem?”

Both his life and death had been selfless things, acts of duty and little more for that was blessed right of he chosen by the gods. Much like this his passing had also been selfless act and fulfillment of needs of others rather than self, and so in the end what was Atem but a bundle of duties which had left him mere vessel of his people and needs? A Pharaoh was the truest authority bar for the gods themselves for they were unending; an inevitability where a king was but a mere man playing at importance. Atem had bastardized the concept, committing himself to servitude for his people.

It had been thankless and continued to be, acceptance running deep into marrow as he sees hurt on Seto’s face. He hadn’t meant to cause that.

“It is not about settling,” comes sharp snap, indignant in righteousness. A Pharaoh, even a poor one, did not merely settle and this rang true for Atem even now. To suggest otherwise as to slight all that he was. “My resolve is and always has been unwavering, Kaiba. I do what is right, and my desire to live--” Was unimportant, for he had taken own life and destroyed own soul. “You have no idea.”

But then nor did Atem and question brings him up short. What did he want? What did he desire? God Kings of old took all that was theirs by divine right and at times Atem had been similar in his youth until father died, until crown had been forced upon young head until weight had broken his shoulders. What did he want? He didn’t know. He thinks perhaps he has never known, and it is all he can do to grunt and force gaze away lest younger see as much within him.

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Foolish would it be to forget the life Jonouchi came from, one far less privileged than Atem’s when he had been a child several millennia ago. Likely Atem never had for he clung to memories he had doggedly, remembering well what had happened when he’d first awakened, what’d happened in moments since then. It is enough then to draw frown from boyking, reaching for wrist and tugging him close with remarkable strength for such a small from.

“What happened?” Open frown, reaching to wounded face though falling short lest he cause pain. “Do not lie to me.” For he was no fool and not a soul easily deceived, nor one who should be.

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❛ i want you . so much . you’re all i fucking think about . ❜

Mania was not a pretty thing, not a thing that should be encouraged so much as overt possession should not be. Thus when he hears words and finds himself against wall by far taller he frowned softly, bracing hands upon broad chest to both ground and repel his partner in equal measure. A strange sort of dance that they between them had perfected, one of push and pull in equal measure for every step taken. This was their game; the ultimate game.

“Seto.” Patient sigh, fingers spanning across breast as he considers carefully what words he might impart, wondering as he does which are the right ones and which might nudge other onto wrong path. In the end young pharaoh decides there is no clear answer, that Seto will take things as he is wont to and Atem can do only a little to influence him. A path was a self made thing, one defined by he who walked upon it.

Whether such a path was one of darkness or light Atem could only hope for the best. “You shouldn’t say such things.” Though he does not seek to invalidate, instead hooking fingers behind neck and pull him down into embrace. Divine he was by blood but omnipotent he was not, and the folly of man ran through him true. He might only do his best.

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“ hatred and anger give me power. they always have ; the power to dominate everything ! ”

“ then hit me with all your hatred if you think you can defeat me with that  !! ”

personals do not reblog

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ardenssolis‌:

     THOSE WORDS… OZYMANDIAS’ CONTROLLED expression cracked as brows rose with surprise towards such a statement. ❝Be happy…❞ he repeated lowly to himself as if he was still uncertain as to what he had just been told. Incredulity began to slip away to something pensive as he continued to listen, his gaze softened as he peered into the others. Ah, to be told such a thing from one who was his junior… It shamed him considerably (humbled him, even). Had Ozymandias lost track of something so simple while he had been here? All he had focused on was what was no longer present as well as what was different. In an era like this, he was not meant to exist, nor were those who too were called forth from that abyss none could reach save for souls such as them.

     Chuckling, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ❝Ridiculous…❞ Despite what was said, there was no displeasure present in his tone as lips curled slightly at the ends. ❝That was something I should have told you, yet I myself had forgotten them for a time. Old age, I suppose.❞ Eyes opened once more, his hand lifting to rest atop the other’s shoulder. His fate could not change, and chances were, it never would. Even still…there was good in this, right? He could recall what it was like to have wind in his hair, to see flowers blooming beautifully as they did when he was alive, feel the sun’s rays upon his skin, bear witness to that familiar blue sky… He could even experience things in this life that he never could in his previous one. The small things added up over time until they created picture worth remembering. 

     ❝I cannot believe I was admonished.❞

‘Ridiculous’ other says and Atem might have quailed against other had pride allowed it and had elder not continued on. Something of surprises takes hold of him at admission, turning back once more as he felt grasp upon shoulder. Something within him still bucks at the idea of touch for old lessons ran deep in soul, quiet even so as he allowed Ozmandias his time to mull and formulate. Atem was a decidedly patient sort which was no doubt expected for one whose soul had been trapped in lonely darkness for near three millennia, moments a cherished thing to be imparted where due.

“Well..” Something gnawed at him over thought of chastising his elder, yet even so as stubborn and tenacious as he is probe to being he would have probably done so again. “No one is above making mistakes.” He himself having made many over the course of his life and beyond., but ah. Such heavy topics sat ill at ease for younger. “Why Ozymandias?” He blurts at once, for it seemed so terribly strange that foreign title would be adopted.