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Offer Me That Deathless Death [ao3]

A night out changes the trajectory of Lando's life, all while he's trying to figure out who he is and what he wants. He's changing. And why is Oscar suddenly avoiding him?

Lando's stomach mostly consists of tequila sloshing on top of rum, a vodka shot for punctuation, and at least two Long Islands. He's also barely eaten all day. Maybe that's why alcohol is hollowing him out until he's nothing but a pulse and a reflection, gripping the sink in the pristine marble bathroom of the afterparty thrown in honor of his world championship. His World Championship. The words feel too big to hold, too bright to look at directly. So he stares into his own eyes in the mirror like he’s waiting for his reflection to blink first, his head pounding in time with the music making its way through the walls, each beat a vaguely uncomfortable pulse behind his eyeballs. And that’s when the door bangs open.

Max.

Not that Max. The other one. His Max. The one who knows him well enough to barrel in without knocking because if Lando has disappeared into the bathroom for this long, he’s either crying or drowning.

“Oi—” Max starts, though whatever else he has to say is aborted halfway through.

 Lando know it's because of how he looks. He can see it in the mirror, the wrongness there. The way his skin's gone ashen, eyes glassy. Like the night has drained through him and left only a shell propped up against porcelain.

Max steps forward immediately. No questions. No teasing. Just arms around him, solid and warm.

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Bartimaeus Sequence Prompt Week, day 2

HOOOO BOY have I been looking forward to these specific prompts. Putting my entry (entries, actually!) under the cut, warnings for some sexy eldritch horror, eye strain, suggestive posing, vivisected body, descriptions of horny cannibalism, and RoS's gruesome twosome being the freaks we all know and love. [click for better view!]

7th plane form

Another flicker, and the beast appears smaller than previously: roughly the size of an adult lion, it circles the magician with soundless, leisurely steps. It is quadrupedal, albeit with a strange body plan which Khaba has never seen before, limbs eerily elongated like those of a shadow near the end of a sunset. “I was appointed by Lord Ra to punish the wickedness of man by feasting on the hearts of those deemed unworthy of entering the Field.” It pauses, taking a deep breath, then exhaling with a thrilled growl. A long, dark tongue drags over rows of countless teeth. “And you, little morsel, are shaping up to be quite a feast indeed.” Becoming quite a feast indeed is something which Khaba would like to avoid if possible, thank you very much. 

Ammet's 7th plane form is, at least in my headcanon, malleable; the body plan fluctuates depending on whim and necessity, as do the amounts of eyes, mouth, limbs et cetera - he's not beholden to the laws of logic, physics, and sanity. What remains consistent, however, is the mouth that goes all the way down and Khaba's mind-numbing boner at the sight of it. This particular excerpt is from chapter 6 of "Offer Me That Deathless Death", when K isn't aware that he's speaking to his brainwashed boyfriend, hence the reluctance to shoving his [redacted] into that maw right away.

How he reacts upon finding out, however...

Consumption

His head falls back, his spine arching off the altar as a positively obscene sound falls from his parted lips. The inside of him is already overcrowded, and the intrusion of Ammet's hands and teeth and tongue paints his vision with bright spots and floods his mind with a pleasure unlike any carnal delight offered by the living world.  "A-" he tries to utter and breaks off with another desperate sound. The sensation of Ammet’s long, slippery tongue dragging across the inside of his chest cavity renders him voiceless, the pleasure made only more potent by the relief when the first of his many burdens is plucked right out from between his ribs and crushed between ravenous jaws, disappearing with a wet squelch.

...is another matter entirely.

As it happens, I actually went back and edited the last couple chapters of the fic to fix some passages I wasn't happy with and expand the consumption scene. The timing just so happened to coincide with the approach of prompt week, so I'm choosing to dedicate both this art and the additional details to this oh so delicious prompt.

He also gets to keep the vivisection/autopsy scar, just as a sexy little treat for him and Ammet to be Abnormal(tm) about post-resurrection.

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THESE COMMENTS IM CRYING 😂😂😂😂

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Another graceful hand movement, and the column of molten glass freezes and reshapes itself, solidifying into the cool, flat surface of an obsidian mirror. Peering into it, Khaba is somewhat surprised to recognise himself - it has been a while since he looked into a mirror and saw himself looking back.

I've been picking at this on and off for a while now, and today I'm calling it done so I can finally move on. From left to right, the various fits I've given ol' Shadowfucker McGee over the course of "Offer me that deathless death": Solomon's dungeons, underworld, underworld (Ra's bargain), tomb, and "Tutankhamun's wedding robes dipped in a bucket of pitch." My beloved little dress-up doll <3

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Bartprompts 2026, day 5: Love/revival

Another fanfic scene, this time from chapter 12, or as I like to call it:

Pro gamer tip: if you rizz up a sufficiently possessive eldritch horror, he'll find you in the underworld, follow your soul topside, dig up your grave, patch up your dessicated corpse, and perform the kind of necromancy usually reserved for gods to drag your edgy goth ass back to life so that you could go back to being terrible together for the rest of eternity (partially because you pissed off Ra and got yourself kicked out of the afterlife, as one does.)

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[dreamily] I think that he should willingly split his ribcage open with a knife and let his boyfriend straddle his hips and eat the physical representation of his repressed feelings right out of his chest cavity while he moans and writhes and arches his back beneath him.

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OMTDD chapter 11: Offer me that deathless death, is up and edited!

Read it here, and rejoice if you missed Ammet as much as Khaba and I did!

Just uh... mind the tags, will you? (Listed under the cut.) It's Ammet we're talking about here.

TITLE: Offer me that deathless death

RATING: M

RELATIONSHIPS: Ammet/Khaba

SUMMARY: In which Khaba the Cruel dies, and finds it to be the least serious of his problems.

TAGS: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Post-Canon, Nightmares, Angst, Ancient Egyptian Literature & Mythology, Regrets, a lot of repressed feelings, Body Horror, Implied Memory Loss, Gods and Monsters, Psychological Torture, Torture, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Love Confessions, LONG OVERDUE Love Confessions, Codependency, Unhealthy Relationships, (that goes without saying but still), Religious Conflict, Canon-typical Slavery, Denial of Feelings, Blood and Violence, Eye Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Erotic cannibalism, and other fun tags you'll find on my fics I guess, Possessive Behavior, Freaks being freaks what else is new, Theophagy, Unhealthy Devotion, Erotic cannibalism as a metaphor for revealing repressed feelings?

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Pour one out for Ra, fellas, He had a bad time last chapter and He's gonna have it worse soon.