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[drizzlinggold]

// I’m not too active on tumblr anymore just because my attention likes to shift from different social medias. Due to this I’m WAAAAAy more active on discord now. So if any of you would like to rp with me or just talk to me on there, please feel free to add me. My little tag thingy is radicaltriagonals#3261 ! Please don’t be shy

[drizzlinggold]

Your Atem is such an interesting spin on the character and so entertaining to read

// thank you so much! Sorry I’m getting to this so late. I haven’t been very active as of late. But I’m happy that you and hopefully others enjoy him, he’s so much fun to write and I believe he’s got a lot of potential as a character to grow and possibly relearn his forgotten past.

[drizzlinggold]

// woah hey hi hello I disappeared for awhile due to some virus related issues. I am back and ready to rumble >:)

[malamente1992]

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[cherryliqour-deactivated2017062]

[drizzlinggold]

vigilxbo:

-—❧ Elias was merely amused. For once he hadn’t used his very special ability and still he drew a baffled reaction from the person. He almost rolls his eyes as Atem begins to attempt to explain himself, excusing his actions as merely those of a fool. He furthermore doesn’t really pay attention to the dismissal of his opinion, only responding shortly.

❝ Well, I never rule anything out. ❞

Elias halts in his tracks when the man tells him to stop. With his back still turned to Atem as he attempts and fails to vault over the counter, he rolls his eyes for real this time. He turns and fixes Atem with a gentle smile, easily masking his distaste.  ❝ Whatever you like, but I am heading to back to work. ❞

He opens the door of the bakery and waits for Atem to exit, before he follows him out and begins to walk down the street, forcing himself to adopt a slower stride than usual because of how short Atem was. He opens his mouth to say something, something that probably would have been incredibly offenses, but he stops himself. No point in being needlessly cruel right then. But he also does nothing to spur forth any conversation.

The truth is that he wasn’t great at interacting with people aside from manipulating them, gloating, being a prick, or discussing business. Elias figures if he remains uninteresting and doesn’t make effort to talk, Atem will get disinterested and scamper off.

Rather it be to ignorance or complete disregard for how others felt, Atem didn’t seem to take notice of Elias’s distaste. He merely beamed up at the taller man, faint dimples appearing in sweetly tanned skin. Atem fist pumped to no one in particular when the door was held open for him, reaching around his back and untying his arpon. He hung it up on the coat rack, pausing to grab his phone and keys from the front pocket. 

“Ooh?” He perked up slightly at the mention of a job, practically skipping on his way out of the door. Atem paused to lock it before taking a running start, bouncing up to balance on his heels as he rolled next to Elias. “What’s your line of work then, pal? I would say you work at one of those stuffy magazine places but you don’t seem to be the type to like a place like that.” He snorted, shoving his hands into the pockets of his uniform required khakis. 

“I would also tell you where I work, but you already know so it’s pretty much useless. Which, now that I think about it, mentioning it in the first place was useless. Whoops.”

[drizzlinggold]

monochromaticoccultist:

“Yeah, and Finding Nemo is about fish too. Your point?” Oh no, he was not going to get away with- that line of thought was abruptly cut off when Atem slung an arm around Ryou, and everything was static.

Really, most of what Atem said was lost on him, and it took Ryou a moment to realize he should probably be following. He frowned, hurrying to catch up to- was he rolling??

Jesus, this day was starting to be too much for him.

  Ryou hurried to catch up, not even noticing the movement of his hand, fingers meeting palm in a snapping movement. He gnawed at his bottom lip, eyes taking in the details of whatever they passed. That was a good distraction- though from what, Ryou couldn’t name.

Atem grinned to himself as he rolled along, fists still raised triumphantly in the air. This was great! Absolutely amazing! He was finally getting to hang out with someone like proper friends did. This is what people did with friends right? Atem wouldn’t really know since the only people he actually talked to were his boss, his coworkers, and the old man across from him in his apartment building. And while the old man was nice, his house smells like tuna and diapers. 

He twisted his head around to make sure Ryou was still following. Yep! He still was. Albeit, a little slower than Atem was but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were having a good time. Which Atem was having the best time! The absolute best. The only thing that could bring him down now was if he accidentally ran into something while he wasn’t looking. That would be totally embarrassing--

He let out a sharp yelp as he rolled face first into a small information stand that contained facts about various deep sea fish. Atem grabbed onto the sign as it wobbled, panic written all over his face as gravity pulled him around and down to the floor. Sign and all. A thump signified his unfortunate landing, limbs sprawled out and the info sign covering his front from the world. At least the aquarium wasn’t busy.

[j-ador]

[drizzlinggold]

ofscarsandmobs:

“Keh, if that’s how you truly feel then I’ll just take the umbrella back, thanks.” He teasingly swept the umbrella over his own head for mere moments with his tongue stuck out at the young nuisance. But- truth be told, he was merely teasing as the umbrella made it’s way back to Atem. “And no, you’re just incredibly unlucky that I happen to come back home this way.” What a brat, christ! He could tell by the other’s tone that may be more had been wrong than the lack of eyeliner on his actual eyes. Out of sheer coincidence, he pulled out a small napkin and held it out for Atem to wipe his face off. “You look like you’ve had a day. While we may not be each other’s favorite company, you sure sound like you need to talk about it. So, tell Uncle Tozo what happened?” He gently teased, booping the kid’s nose.

Atem gave a sidelong glare as the umbrella was swept back to its owner, but the expression held no heat. There was hardly any spunk left in Atem’s normally blazing red eyes. He merely snorted at Tozo’s comment, reaching a hang up to try and squeeze excess water from his hair. The rain eventually stopped once more, cut off by the generous umbrella being held over him once more.

The bakery worker attempted to try and right himself, rolling up the drenched sleeves of his work uniform so that they no longer clung to his chilled skin. Atem blinked in surprise when a napkin was given to him, a small murmur of gratitude escaping his lips as he dabbed away at the black lines on his face. “Oh yes, very unlucky indeed.” He rolled his eyes, a halfhearted smile spreading onto his face. 

“If I’m being honest, I’ve never been more happy to see you.” Atem laughed hoarsely, eyes seemingly wet with something more than rain water. “But don’t let that go to your head. I’d still rather make coffee for Satan than I would for you.” He went cross eyed as his nose was booped, cheeks coloring with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. “The day just wasn’t kind nor were the people it brought with it. I’m pretty sure I have enough spit on my face to classify as a dna experiment.”

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog this if it’s fine for my muse to flirt with/pine after your muse. It doesn’t have to be/end in an actual ship.

[imjustnataliee]

[onceuponamusing]

we’ve all been there.

basically this chat post meme-fied.

[drizzlinggold]

monochromaticoccultist:

Oh. Well then. While he was used to compliments in high school, it certainly wasn’t from boys, and let alone Atem of all people- but the amount of blundering through his words after it had Ryou letting out a quiet laugh, finding it far more easier to deal with it then. “It’s alright. Just surprising is all.”

What else was surprising was the amount of interest Atem suddenly showed for his hobby. “You’re joking, right? You’re making up entire backstories for the fish here. That’s basically the same thing.”

  At the questions, Ryou gave a half shrug, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah… no. I mean, I make stories for them, but it’s something I mostly do for myself, y’know? Creating things for other people, it’s a lot different. You have to be more careful, you have to include context that people wouldn’t know of otherwise, stuff like that. I’m content making these for myself, and maybe letting a few people see.”

“Yeah okay but it’s fish. And you helped. Don’t act like you weren’t in on the concept of Fishopolis.” Atem huffed. He puffed out his cheeks dramatically, waving a hand as if he were dismissing Ryou’s attempts to turn the conversation back on him. The ex-pharaoh circled back around to his friend, slinging a gentle arm around the other’s shoulders and throwing his other arm out to stretch towards some unseen vision.

“I’m not one to push others to do what they don’t want. And mad respect for wanting to create stuff for yourself and yourself only. I love that for you, sweetheart, but I really think you could do something totally radical someday.” He grinned brightly, “You’ve got so much talent in that tiny little college body of yours and if you ever decide to do something with your stories and creatures, I would be the first to spend my entire paycheck on buying your book- or whatever you make.” He pulled away, taking a few steps toward the next tunnel. “But before you do that! You need inspiration! Onwards to the next exhibit, tally ho!”

And off he went. Heelie-ing down the corridor with his fists raised in the air.

[drizzlinggold]

vigilxbo:

-—❧ Another curious thing about Atem. He watched as the man took in his appearance slowly, allowing himself to be watched and observed.

Elias actually gave a surprised ‘oho’ when Atem gave the loaded or stupid remark, biting his lower lip as he gave an amused grin. ❝ Well, you’re right. I’m well off, but this card isn’t mine. Let’s just say that the man who owns it isn’t on good terms with me and leave it at that. ❞

He hums and plays with the gold rings slid over his gloves, listening to the man ramble about wardrobe colours. ❝ I encourage you to. Gold is pretty much the only thing linking my wardrobe together however, it goes well with all colours, and it goes especially well with dark skin. ❞

He takes the card and slides it back into his wallet, vaguely wondering when Lukas was going to realize it was missing. He stares at the man, eyes wide once again. It’s very, very rare that Elias gets shocked these days, still and yet this man has done it three times no less. ❝ I… read it on your name tag, sir. How many people say that to you? Don’t you think that if more than one person says it there’s at least got to be merit to their word? ❞

He shakes his head. He takes the baked goods and sighs. ❝ Of course not, I may have eyes and ears everywhere but seeing into past lives is beyond me. Have a nice day, Atem. ❞

Elias turns on his heel and begins walking away from the counter, to the front door, to leave.

Atem looked down at the name tag clipped to the right strap of his apron. His name was written in a lovely cream color on the baby pink plastic. He opened his mouth to say something before his jaw shut with a small click. Slowly, very slowly, his cheeks turned an embarrassed shade of red. A soft “aha..” escaped the bakery worker as he lifted a bashful hand to rub at the back of his neck. 

“My name tag- I completely forgot that was there! Oh gods you probably think I'm an idiot, don’t you? Well you’re not wrong but-” Atem waved his hands wildly all at once, almost as if he were trying to wave away the cloud of awkwardness that fogged over them. “Merit?” He snorted slightly at the idea of the accusations being true, “If you believe that they’re right then I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you what the hell you’re on because I want some.” The man laughed, shoulders bouncing and smile nearly blinding. The sound of his chuckling bounced off the empty walls of the bakery, deep and rich like melted chocolate. 

He watched the peculiar customer begin to leave, shoulders slumping as he glanced to the clock. There was only thirty minutes left of his shift. Maybe... 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Atem called out suddenly, planting his hands on the counter and trying to dramatically leap over it. The maneuver only worked half way through and Atem ended awkwardly sliding halfway before stopping. He paused before awkwardly scooting the rest of the way off, landing on unsteady feet and wobbling slightly. Once the bakery worker collected himself, he planted his hands on his hips and grinned widely. “You seem like a rather interesting fella and I’m bored as hell! How about I come with you, huh? Not to toot my own horn but I think you’re diggin’ my amazing personality, so why don’t I just continue to keep you company?” 

[drizzlinggold]

Continuation for @ofscarsandmobs:

The excruciating long, dreary day at the office had almost forced Tozokou to put an extra blip in his step as he began the trek back home. With a stark black umbrella he held in one hand, and the suitcase in the other he was thoroughly shielded from the onslaught of dripping rain from above. He walked his way quickly towards the cross-stop attempting to make it before the sign flashed to stop. However, his feet were just not fast enough. “Ah, hell.” He uttered a curse under his breath slowing down to a mere focused walk. However, something had caught his eye just as he made his way closer. A rather odd, and familiar set of large curly hair, the young thorn in his side every time he passed by that one bakery- Of course. After dealing with assholes all day in the office, of course he would have to run into another one. Through the hazy rain he noticed the younger one did not seem to be holding an umbrella and the force fo the rain was beginning to affect the gravity of his hair. And not to mention there seemed to be an air of- what was that? Defeat? Coming from the boy’s energy. Tozokou scoffed. With all the shit this kid threw at him on the daily was he truly about to swallow his pride and reduce his rain coverage for this snot-nosed brat? “Hey, dingus. Do you not pay attention to the weather forecast?” Bakura said, hanging the umbrella over the both of them as they waited for the sign to turn green. “You ought to remember an umbrella next time. You’re going to catch a cold, then who’s going to make fun of me whenever I try to order a coffee?”

Great. This was just great! Absolutely, one hundred percent, the greatest thing that could ever happen in the history of great things that happened! Except it wasn’t. It really, really, really wasn’t. First, he had been stuck with a triple shift due to the fact his bum ass coworkers couldn’t be bothered to pull their asses out of bed on an already gloomy day. Second, the unfavorable weather had an unusual amount of customers pooling in for a warm coffee. Which was fine if they weren’t all cold, soggy, and grumpy as all hell. Atem was sure he had enough human spit on his face to walk into a science center and become an exhibit for dna samples. Third, when he had finally managed to hang up his apron and skidaddle on out the door,  a treacherous downpour happened in the middle of his walk home. 

So here he stood, pink uniform button up sticking to his skin and hair sopping wet. Tiny droplets of rain rolled down his uncharacteristically bitter expression. The familiar, trademark service smile had been washed away alongside his supposedly waterproof eyeliner. Black streams trickled down his cheeks as he stared dead ahead, bright ruby eyes dulled down to barely simmering embers. He glared daggers at the stop light across the crosswalk, waiting for tyrannical red to turn to righteous green. Atem’s arms were folded over his chest, fingers gripping his shoulders as he shivered and jittered. He was cold. He was wet. He was not in the greatest of moods. Then, all of a sudden, the rain stopped. It took a moment or two for the wind blown bakery worker to notice that he was no longer getting soaked. When he finally did glance up, Atem locked his defeated ruby gaze onto a rather familiar face. It was the old geezer that occasionally stopped in for a coffee. Never in his life had Atem ever thought to be relieved to see this insufferable man, but he truly did feel as though he were about to cry. 

“Is this your way of telling me that you secretly enjoy coming to see widdol ol’ me?” Atem snorted, his voice lacking its usual cheer. “I didn’t think it’d still be raining by the time I got outta work, alright? You don’t need to give me a lecture about catching a cold. You sound like a mom.”

[drizzlinggold]

// this is once again my timely apology for all those who have interacted with Atem. He is an absolute menace that should not be allowed to be in charge of boiling hot coffee.