this image shows how I guess Aknadin and Aknamkanon looked like as teen. I have to guess how Aknamkanon's hair looked like but I was very determined not to make it look like Atem because of a plotpoint I made with him.
Since you only see these two as old adults and the elderly, I have to guess the hair color on them, too. Aknadin has a darker version of Seto's hair, while I made Aknamkanon's hair darker because Atem has black hair, together with red. Atem got the black hair from his mother.
I draw Aknamkanon and Atem from Yu-Gi-Oh. Father's Day was on June 19th and this is a belated drawing I made for my Dad for Father's Day. Happy Belated Father's Day everybody. :)
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Summary: The Prince of Kemet remembers a gift he received from his father.
It was a bright, sunny day in the kingdom of Kemet. Palm trees and fragrant flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, framed by the clear, crystal blue sky that stretched for miles in all directions. The spring air was pleasantly warm, not too hot but not cool enough to need an extra shawl. Perfect conditions for a certain boy to play outside after he finished with his lessons.
The young Prince bounded out into the palace courtyard with two of his favorite dolls, one in each hand. He provided the narration and sound effects to the dolls’ adventures as he raced around the small pond in the center of the plaza. Currently, they were soaring over the Nile river battling with evil spirits, explosions everywhere! Boom, bang! There’s too many of them! Kapow! The doll in his right hand took a nasty dive into the dirt with a dramatic wail.
The Prince was distracted from the action scene playing out in his mind by a voice calling him from inside, and an older man stepped out into the sunlight. As soon as the Prince saw him, his heart overflowed with joy. He sprinted towards the man, beaming from ear to ear.
“Father!”
The Pharaoh knelt down with open arms, and the Prince ran right into his father’s chest, punching a laugh out of him. He smiled down at his son with all the affection in the world.
“Welcome home, Father! I missed you so much!”
“I’ve missed you too, my boy.” His voice filled the Prince with relief. Everything felt right with the world when he spoke. “Did you keep up with your studies with Mahad?”
The Prince nodded vigorously. “Uh huh! I got to learn more about Hapi and the flood season! And I learned there’s this weird thing called ‘rain’ that happens sometimes when the gods are reeeeeally happy, and they make water fall from the sky!”
The Pharaoh chuckled and ruffled the Prince’s hair, earning him a giggle in return. “I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying yourself. You make me very proud. In fact, I was thinking about how proud you make me while on my journey and I decided to get you something.”
“Really?! What is it, what is it?!”
The Pharaoh set him down and reached into the bag hanging from his shoulder. The Prince watched as he produced a little wooden horse with wheels for legs and a string tied around its snout. It was painted with all kinds of beautiful colors that swirled around each other in wave-like patterns. As soon as the Prince got his hands on it, he was squeezing it to his chest, smiling so hard it hurt.
“It’s so pretty! Thank you! I love it!”
“You’re very welcome,” the Pharaoh replied, and pulled the Prince into another tight hug.
The Prince nuzzled his face to his father’s chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my son.”
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The Prince blinked his eyes open, feeling the warm embrace fading from his memory. He sat straight up, eyes wide open in search of the comfort he had just been surrounded by. Instead, he found cold stone walls, a small cot with thin sheets, and silence.
“No…” Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, dread clawing at his senses. “No, no please…”
He shut his eyes again and tried desperately to remember what he had been dreaming about. A warm place, a loving smile, a kind voice...whose voice was that? What had they been saying? Where had they been? Why did it seem so familiar? Each wonderful detail slipped through his grasp, just as everything always did.
“Please...come back…”
The Spirit of the Millennium Puzzle curled his legs to his chest, sobs echoing off the walls of his self-built prison, and grieved for the life he lost to the shadows.
I found a cool in-progress fic about Atem having to navigate a political situation shortly after taking the throne. Thief King Bakura attacked almost immediately in canon so it’s neat to see Atem having to govern for a bit!
Atem has not been long on the throne, but he's struggling to make the same strong impression as his father. When a challenge pops up out of the woodwork, can he overcome his doubts and become the ruler his other priests believe in?
I had a really cool dream where there was a sort of virtual roleplaying system where you could enter the various stories of Yu-Gi-Oh and interact with them as your own characters, trying for good outcomes (or messing things up XD). My group picked the Ancient Egypt arc, which had been simplified a bit for time--Aknamkanon was still alive and the main goal was to convince him of Aknadin’s treachery, defeat Aknadin/the Shadow Magus, and help Yugi defeat Zorc. We were JUST at the last of those when I woke up :( I guess Horakhty was too cool to see in a dream... It was pretty neat though, I remember we found a letter to Aknadin that was clueless about what was going on. Something like ‘Here’s the army you requested; I hope it serves you well and may even stop the tide of misfortune plaguing our land.’ He was not happy when our group revealed the truth, especially when told Aknadin might go after Yugi.
