A short bonus chapter/scene inspired by MirageXD's fan animation.
Spoilers if you haven't read past Chp 10 of this fic.
-WHITE LOTUS
Meri hummed as she sat in the gardens of the palace, leaning against Atum with her bare feet dipped in the pond before them. She was currently in the midst of writing which was fine except it meant she wasn’t paying attention to him and he didn’t like that.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked.
‘Writing to my family.’
‘Why? I can just take you to go see them again.’
‘I know, but I want to show off to my brother that I learnt to write!’ She grinned up at him, and his heart did a skip. ‘Thank you for the lessons by the way.’ She looked back down before he could lean forward to steal a kiss and he frowned.
Pay attention to him, dammit! He was a God, he deserved attention!
A moment later he had an idea. ‘Here.’ He held out a closed fist towards her, palm facing up. Meri glanced aside at it curiously as he slowly unfurled his fingers to reveal a blooming white lotus. It was so perfect that it made the other lotuses flowering on the pond look bland in comparison.
Meri’s eyes sparkled in delight. ‘Wow, I didn’t know you could do that.’
‘I can do a lot of things,’ he replied smugly, placing the flower in her hair. She smiled, eyes reflecting his face as her attention remained completely on him. Just as he’d wanted. He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as he leaned down, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation and she angled her head up to meet his.
But just before their lips could touch, he felt a presence.
The god stopped, raising his head to look across the gardens where he saw a dark shape sleuthing through the shadows. He narrowed his eyes as the canine-shaped creature slinked out of sight.
‘Atum?’
He glanced back down, meeting Meri’s gaze. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
She offered a wry smile. ‘I said, will you be staying with me tonight?’
He wanted to.
But, it looks like he had a more pressing visitor.
‘Not tonight,’ he replied, and he hated the way her face fell even as she tried to quickly hide it behind a smile.
‘Oh, okay. That’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow then.’ She stood up, swiftly gathering her things and turning to leave. He hastily jumped to his own feet, grabbing her by the wrist with a gentle tug.
‘Oi wait, don’t be mad.’
‘I’m not mad.’
‘Then why aren’t you looking at me?’
She frowned, her gaze still averted to the side. After several seconds she eventually looked in his direction with reluctance, gaze neutral. ‘Does this please you, my prince?’
His right eye twitched. She could be bratty too when she wanted. ‘Okay fine, just gimme an hour. I have to go sort something out.’
That raised her curiosity. ‘Sort what out?’ Before he could reply, she added: ‘Is it Bebiankh stuff or Atum stuff?’
Damn, she was intuitive.
‘Just stuff, I’ll talk to ya later.’ He leaned down, planting her with a kiss. She had the softest lips, it was so easy to get lost in them. In fact, the god had only meant to give her a peck but here he was seconds later sliding his mouth over her own and pulling her closer as she pressed up against him.
Heh, it was almost as if she was…
...was...
….wait.
He ripped himself away and shot her a pointed look. ‘Hey.’
Meri flashed him an innocent smile as she stepped away. ‘Are you still sure you don’t want to come back to my chambers?’ She raised an eyebrow pointedly.
Oh, that little-
‘Later,’ he grunted, turning away before she tempted him anymore. Her laughter trailed after him.
‘I’ll be waiting!’
>
By the time he entered his own private chambers he had calmed down. He never would have thought one human was capable of working him up so much but she was special of course.
‘Having fun, it seems.’
The dark haired price raised his head to the sight of a dark jackal sitting on his bed. Atum offered a sardonic smile. ‘To what do I owe the unexpected visit, Anubis?’
The canine stood, leaping off the bed towards him and as its paws landed on the floor it transformed into a man with a jackal head dressed in regal clothing. The Prince shifted his weight from one foot to the other uneasily. He’d been living as Bebiankh for several months now. Whilst Ra had made his opinion on the matter clear with his little eclipse, this was the first time he’d been visited by one of his fellow gods in person.
‘Relax,’ Anubis said, offering a wry grin that looked off on his canine face. ‘I’m not here for you.’
‘...You’re not?’
‘Nope.’ Anubis approached a table, selecting an apple from the bowl of fruit. ‘I’m here on business.’
Atum raised an eyebrow. ‘Who died?’
‘Nobody yet. But by the end of today I'll have my work cut out for me.’
The prince snorted, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall. ‘Yeah, the Pharaoh's been on death’s doorstep for days now.’
Anubis nodded. ‘That will come to an end today.’ The guide to the underworld glanced aside at his fellow god. ‘As will many other things.’
Atum frowned. He’d never ever been that close with Anubis, found the guy kinda creepy to be honest. ‘What does that mean?’
‘You’ll find out very soon.’
‘Really? Thanks, very helpful,' he remarked dryly. 'Any other reason you’re in my private chambers?’
‘These are not yours, they belong to the late prince. Have you already forgotten who you really are?’
He scoffed. ‘Of course not.’
‘Hm. It never ends well when our kind involve themselves in the affairs of humans.’
Atum said nothing, only glaring.
‘Goodbye brother, I wish you the best.’
The jackal god left, and Atum was left alone with a sense of uneasiness. Whatever, it was fine. Looks like his old pops was gonna kick the bucket by the end of the night, which meant he’d be King. Good, he could dote on Meri even more.
As he turned to head back to his beloved however he heard it.
A piercing scream from the palace courtyard.
The god frowned. Jeez, what now? He sighed as he walked through the corridor only to run into a couple of his guards who were running frantically. When they saw him, their faces paled with the one in front rushing forward.
‘P-Prince Bebiankh! It’s your wife!’
‘Hm? Which one?’
‘Meri!’
His expression faltered, blood running cold in his veins.
‘S-She fell from the balcony! Please, come quick!’
A presence shifted. Atum looked aside, meeting the gaze of Anubis as he shifted through the shadows of the corridor pillars. The god raised a hand, pointing towards the direction of the courtyard before he melted back into the shadows and headed towards his next target.
Meri.
As he ran out into the courtyard, the white lotus lay on the floor in pieces and stained red with blood as he screamed her name.
It never ended well when gods consorted with humans.
Seraph hadn’t ever played a prank on anyone, so when Janna invited her to help out with one she was all for it. After getting a few supplies they spotted Lars heading into the bathroom. As soon as the door clothes they got to work.
Janna started to point baby oil right in front of the door. Janna explained how you have to put it the perfect distance, so they were far enough from the door frame they couldn’t grab it.
Seraph’s job was to put down a pile of glue and a pile of feathers. As they heard Lars coming out they rushed to hide. They watched him slide on the baby oil and right into the feather and glue. it seemed that gave him enough of a push that he kept moving. He moved down the hall and right into one of the classrooms. Seraph and Janna broke into laughter watching Lars ran out like a headless chicken, he even had the feathers.
Can my favorite rp memory be getting to know a mun? The only thing that comes to mind is meeting @ncfariousrat and becoming friends with them. They’ve been by me for most of my time on this site and there are honestly times where I don’t even know what I would do without her. Nat has been my best friend for a long time and during the time we’ve known each other we have come up with so many plots and ships and she’s the first partner I have ever had that ever made me feel like it was okay to enjoy things like ships and plots and threads, because she always stuck around and every time I threw a plot idea at her she would throw ten back at me. And a lot of my portrayal of my sass daughter is due to her, because she’s the one who always encouraged me to explore different aspects of her personality and would even willingly hand me a muse and a plot to do it with. She’s not really a memory because we still talk and write together, just not anywhere on this site. However, becoming friends with her will always be a fond memory for me <3
{ ⋑ } —- underrated ship you like?
If we are talking about ships that are on our dash that we feel deserve more attention I’m gonna have to say the ship between @svnxdrop and @hunter-of-glorious-attxre is one of my favorites
1. Not sure if I ever mentioned this one yet or not but if I did it was back on herfrigidmajesty so I might as well refresh it. Marshmallow is a GIRL abominable snow monster! Elsa’s first monstrous creation and thus a primal “scribble” of her soul. Therefor, she is female.
This means so much to me, thank you ;-; I’m always worried about my art looking too “tumblr-y”. I’m not a professional in any way, but it’s my dream to make a graphic novel! I’ve been trying to write a webcomic, but writing the beginning always fucks me up, I begin doubting myself and it’s basically my Planet Piss at this point lol. I’ve re-written it like 10 times already. I really wish I just drew cartoons for a living instead of taking emergency calls. I don’t think I’ll get there anytime soon, but this means so much and I feel like some kind of career is maybe realistic and not just a fantasy meant for rich boys, so thank you!! 🙏
✘: Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?
Part of me still wishes he had no libido to speak of. I sort of miss the early days when he was easily flustered by the mere mention of sex. I still see angels (non-fallen ones, at least) as basically sexless beings. That, however, is nullified by two factors:
Looking at Kabbalah, his Sephirah, Keter, is characterized as an outpouring of creative energy. Various sages wasted no time in pointing out the potential sexual metaphors associated with such a concept. Hell, the “will to creation” is also expressed as “arousal” by some of ‘em. “Be fruitful and multiply” is generally accepted as the first law God gave humanity, and that ties into Keter as the first, highest Sephirah. I could go on, but I might as well get to the second reason.
I like writing smut. So… yeah.
I could override my impulses, or override my intellect. Doing both would take a lot of effort and also feel disingenuous and pointless.
“Everything that ever hated you is coming here tonight. You can’t win this.”
@sandsofchaos
“And here you are again, my dear Eris, for a front row seat.” He stood up and motioned to walk toward her, his clawed feet making an exaggerated dragging noise as he approached. “Always here to rub salt in my wounds. A bark of mirthless laughter rose from his chest. “You wish to scare me?”
