#flowshipping

[besitonoises]

(*^3(*^o^*) 🩵 🤍

[pastelpengwin]

🪽🍎 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 ✨✈️🌌

One of my moots on twt suggested I draw this, I spent way too much time on it lmao. Only a few years late to this meme, am I right? lol

[chamber-of-elements]

SD X Ninja, anyone?

I love the llotion/other SD X Lloyd crack, but may I suggest something? The six originals with their respective Source Dragons, maybe? Also ship name suggestions:

Kai X Motion - Mai or Motion shipping

Nya X Flow - Flya or Flow shipping

Cole X Strength - Strongman or Strength shipping

Jay X Energy - Zappy or Energy shipping

Zane X Focus - Zocus, Zenith, or Focus shipping

Lloyd X Life - Llife, Green, or Life shipping

I want more crack, even if it means I have to make it myself!

[oddeyesarcpendulumdragon]

Belated Sapphic September 9: UFO

Aliens didn't build the pyramids, but they definitely seduced the people who did

[riddlerlesbian]

save your strength

when looking for the pharaoh, priestess isis finds someone else entirely. and the light of hope in the future...

rating: G ship: flowshipping (priestess isis/kisara) word count: 650 read on ao3 @5daysofygofemslash day two: sharing food

The pharaoh is still missing. While her Ka scouts ahead, Priestess Isis walks along the river bed. Eyes in the air and eyes on the ground, between the two of them, hopefully they cover enough area to find him quickly. Her visions of the future are still hazed in darkness, the weight of it seems to fill her necklace and tighten around her throat.

She sees a figure up ahead, huddled in the shade of the rocky area and rushes forward, halting as she sees long white hair on a pale, sickly figure. Then, in her mind’s eye, a blinding light pierces the darkness. A dragon roars.

Kisara eyes Isis warily.

Isis crouches down. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m one of the priests.”

“I know.” That doesn’t seem to put Kisara much at ease.

An outsider… it makes sense she wouldn’t be immediately trusting. The power of the pharaoh’s court is formidable when you’re not sure you’re under its protection. Isis reaches into her bag and takes out some bread and water. “You’ve been wandering for some time, haven’t you?”

Kisara hesitates, then takes the water first, taking a long gulp before she nods. “They fear me.”

Isis tilts her head, briefly closing her eyes. The dragon and this other girl are connected. A Ka that powerful, it’s all she can see besides the darkness in the future… “I’ll keep you hidden, if you come with me.”

“Why?”

“My duty is to this land and the people on it. All of them.”

Kisara takes a small bite of the bread. “The Pharaoh… he’s in a cave.” She points in the direction Isis was going. “He’s hurt.”

Isis gasps, then nods firmly, closing her eyes and redirecting her Ka to send the others to him. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “What’s your name?”

“Kisara.”

“I’m Isis. Come with me.”

-----

Once home in a bed, Kisara sleeps the rest of the day and doesn’t wake up until afternoon the next day. It was easy enough to keep her hidden, since no one ever had any cause to go into Isis’ personal quarters. When there’s a good time to pull away, Isis retreats to check on Kisara, telling the others that she needs to restore her Ba. It’s not entirely a lie–she has been using much more of it than usual lately. And the deception is necessary. Kisara and this white dragon are important and with so many strange goings on… Secrecy is needed to protect her.

“Good afternoon, Kisara.”

Kisara sits up, a faint smile on her lips, though her eyes look distant, troubled.

“Here. Eat.” Isis sets a bowl of fruit before Kisara, sitting down on the side of the bed. “You need to restore your strength.”

“Thank you,” Kisara dips her head, picking at some grapes. “You look tired, too.”

“I am… there’s a great deal of trouble.”

“With the Thief King?”

Isis’ eyes widen. “You know about him?”

“Not much. You learn a lot, though, living alone. Places to avoid.”

Isis nods, still troubled.

“You should eat, too. Keep your strength.”

Isis stares at her for a moment, then nods, peeling a citrus fruit. “I’m afraid our strength won’t be enough.”

Kisara eyes her quietly for a long moment. “Have you heard of the White Dragon?”

“A legend… some on the outskirts tell stories about it. Priest Set used to insist it wasn’t real, not worth searching for.”

“It’s part of me. We know… there’s darkness coming. I want to help, but I don’t know how to control it.”

“If that’s really what you want, I can teach you,” Isis says. “But… as grateful as we would be for the help, I can’t promise you that you’ll be safe.”

Kisara smiles. “I’m used to not being safe.”

Isis gently strokes Kisara’s hair back. “I’ll protect you as much as I can, though,” she promises. “Thank you.”

[the-cryptographer]

If you'd like a prompt: Isis + lily pads.

Hey, I def took longer than 10mins on this

~~

At times, Isis couldn’t decide if what she missed more were the people or the memories. That was the problem with destruction, Isis thought: It destroyed its own roots. They’d lost what Akhenaden knew, what the Thief King knew, what the Pharaoh. Set had started carving memories into his own back, and Isis didn’t have the heart to tell him that flesh rotted quicker than stone.

She looked over the palace gardens. They had a menagerie of fine birds - peacocks and doves and ducks with bright plumage. They had cultivated bright white water lilies where a river tributary flowed through the palace estate. Was this what they had killed to protect? Isis wondered if they’d lost things they couldn’t recall even the memory of.

Isis told the servants not to clip the birds’ wings, so they could fly untethered. The lilies had long roots that slanted and ran sideways through the water under the pads. They weren’t really as unrooted as they seemed. Sometimes when the moon was full Isis would wade out into the water and feel herself tangled in their vines, and the ghost of Set’s dragon would come to her. She would stay for a while, sometimes even touch Isis. On the top of her head, or the side of her arm, or the back of her knee. But she always left.

Isis asked Set once, where the dragon had come from - what country she had hailed from, what had brought her here, if there was anything she had hoped to seek. He never had answers for Isis. The ghost didn’t speak. The answers had died with the dragon.

==

Eventually the lilies died too. But Isis kept them. They were lined across the slab of stone, behind glass in Domino’s museum. They sprouted wherever Horus appeared, up the tops of stone columns, and under the sky. Their kingdom was gone, but Isis believed in the sacrosanct quality of the gallery halls. Memories. Roots.

She called Seto Kaiba to the museum. He had the dragon recorded in his deck of souls. She would give him Obelisk too.

They’d stop Malik. He was carrying too many memories to be left on his own to squander - memories of the Dark One and the Nameless Pharaoh and the Heir to the Throne of the Great Game. But Malik carried more than just the memories on his back. He carried the memories of their father, of Rishid, of the whispers and marbles they’d passed back and forth in the underground dark.

Isis wasn’t ready to lose any more, even if the necklace told her she had to be.

[popflytheskylart]

ishtars/aknadin’s family take in kisara and the kaiba bros au

[pastelpengwin]

Finally made Flow art for pride month, I keep meaning to and then forgetting lol. I saw this design of Flim that had longer hair and I rather liked it so part of his mane is based on that for this one, probably won't keep it that way, but I wanted to draw it in my own way anyway.