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the-twisted-samurai · 4 days

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((translating apollo to a pharoah without hiding his design behind the nemes hes wearing is... kinda tricky ngl, but i feel like im slowly starting to pull it off

ill be adding more intricate details later but here have a WIP))

#rn he kinda looks like both accurate and both wearing a halloween costume so like #i definitely am gonna try to fix that lmfao #if anyone has any good refs for ACTUAL pharoah outfits feel free to send them bc i am struggling to find non-costume ones #apollo justice #egyptian au #ace attorney #art #ancient egyptian au

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bluemoon1331 · 5 months

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I am quickly sinking into more mature, spicy stuff. It is so weird cause I am very much asexual irl, but these celestial bots freaking do something to me istg, especially the various moons.

#Fics planned with smut:#Never Play Cat and Mouse With Vampires #Rosewood's Serenade #Demonic #Burning Stars #Dancing In Orbit #Egyptian AU

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im-not-your-mom-okay · 1 year

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Descendant of the Egyptian Sands (open rp)

Long ago, there was a beautiful Egyptian princess who was born with extraordinary magic, said she was blessed by the gods themselves. She was raised in a loving home, and she trained herself to devote her life for the kingdom and her people. As she got older, her powers grew stronger.

However, she was betrayed and killed by someone in her family. To save her soul, she had sealed it in her favorite scarab necklace. She saw a vision where a descendant centuries later will find the necklace and awaken her again. For now, she will rest.

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Many years had passed.

Kirumi received a packaged gift from a relative of hers overseas. She opened it to see a beautiful scarab necklace. It had a beautiful ruby gem on it. She started to put it on. She smiled. It fits. Suddenly, she felt tired and collapsed on the floor.

#kirumi tojo #danganronpa rp #kirumi toujou #danganronpa #dr open rp #open rp #egyptian au #princess au #egyptian princess au #yugioh vibes

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bluboothalassophile · 1 year

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Coronis

Ibeirthebell Asked: Possibly some more Calm in the Storm shorts. Or maybe Jay-Rae with Constantine as Raven’s dad. Or even damirae with some Connor Kent

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He watched as the slavers presented their bounty before the auction, dispassionate about the events he was overseeing. It was important that only the best be brought to the Palace. His eyes scanned over the women, not seeing anyone of interest. But he paused as he saw her.

Long black hair, it spilled around her as if cloaking her with it were Nut’s own hair. Her large, dark eyes seemed to be coal black, an all-consuming feature as she turned her gaze upon him. The alabaster complexion was tinted red from the sun. Her face was classically beautiful for her people. It had been a lifetime since he had seen an Tinayu. He paused before her auction block, staring up at the curvaceous woman, strong legs, wide hips, narrow waist, thin shoulders and thin arms. She looked a strange mixture of delicate and strong.

“Ah… you have fine tastes!”

“Where did you get her from?” he asked.

“Merchant sold her to me, mute girl,” he sneered.

He saw the slight frown on the woman’s lips.

“That one is for me, not the palace,” he decided. He pulled out his own shillings before paying, holding out his hand he helped the girl down and continued, holding her chain. He bought four other slaves by the end of the day. Returning them to the palace of Kon-El. Once that was finished he guided his new slave to his home. The estate was empty; he had never hired servants, nor had he ever owned slaves.

“You speak Egyptian,” he stated, turning to the girl as he undid her shackles.

“I do.” She rasped; her voice sounded like the smoke of a wild fire, a warm rasp in her gentle timbre.

“I will have your name,” he stated.

“What do you want it to be?” she smiled seductively.

“Do not attempt to seduce me with your charms, Tinayu,” he stated crisply. “I will have a name with which to call you.”

“I have had many names…” she murmured thoughtfully. “Nyx, Hecate, Circe, but… as you are the first to ask since my mother’s death, my name is Coronis.”

“I am Damian al-Ghul,” he stated.

“And how may I serve you?”

“You do not seek freedom?”

“I have been a slave since I could remember,” she replied calmly. “This will be no different than all the masters before me.”

“And how did you come to Thebes, for auction?”

“My master passed, and his son had great debts, I was sold to a merchant to cover the debts.”

“You must be a valued slave to cover debts.”

“I am the most powerful slave,” she answered softly.

“And you are now mine, without resistance?”

“I sense no malice in you, so why resist? Do you intend to harm me?”

“Harm and resistance are not of an appeal to me,” he replied crisply. “I seek a free companion.”

“I am a slave.”

“I free you,” he replied. “This abode is yours, and you are welcomed, I just seek companionship, and someone to run my estate. Can you do that, honestly?”

“I…” she sputtered; stunned and bewildered.

He smiled as he rose. He recognized her now, the oval face, the big eyes; she would never remember him as the fool she had saved ten years prior when he had unwittingly offended her master. His grandfather had warned him, as had his mother, but he had been an arrogant fool. And in the presence of Kon-El, he had thought himself invincible; if not for this woman he would’ve been dead at the hands of her master.

“You are free Coronis, but I seek companionship, and a fair employee I can entrust my estate to when I am working for my Pharoah,” he explained.

“I… I am not worthy.”

“I am a good judge of character,” he countered.

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Coronis had held many names in her short life, but as she stared at her newest master she was overwhelmed. She did not know if this was a blessing in disguise or a trap to send her to her death. As a slave her life was rather simple, if she did as she was told then there were rarely repercussions; the only except was for an incident which was a blurred haze in her memories. That blurred, painful haze was her warning to never go against her master. Now she stared at her newest master, stunned, and bewildered.

He was a handsome, lean, sharp, long features, straight nose, black hair, tanned skin, but his eyes… she had never seen eyes those colors before. The green of his eyes reminded her of spring, when everything was new and growing beautifully, it was life. Green, the color she associated with life, beauty, and prosperity; it was beautiful, but more piercing than she expected as she stared into those eyes. Those eyes seemed all consuming.

“I… I am honored… I will… not bring shame to you…” she sputtered.

“You are free,” he said softly. “I will pay a stipen, you may have the mistress quarters of the estate, and you may hire servants at your discretion. We will purchase a proper wardrobe for your status, as free woman and mistress of my estate,” he explained.

“I… thank you,” she bowed lowly to him.

“Never do that to me again, we are now equal,” he stated. “And perhaps, Coronis, we will be able to forge a friendship.”

“I will endeavor not to fail you,” she said softly. What did freewomen say to men? She did not know, she did not know what to make of this day, nor of her… of Damian al-Ghul. She did not know anything at all; she had expected to die as a slave, never knowing the taste of freedom.

“I will have the proper documentation drawn up, and we will discuss your employment. I will take you to your quarters, we will discus this more in the morning,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” she sputtered.

He said nothing.

She didn’t understand.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #dc fanfic #Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #raven #raven roth #damirae #demonbirds #egyptian au

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scandiyatt · 1 year

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.:Desert Dancer:.

Played around with an AU idea, but scrapped it very quickly since i felt like it didn’t fit within the lona-verse. Decided to throw my own characters into it instead (Nyx n Soarin.) Well..here’s the start of it at least. A sketch of Luna doin’ some moves. (Ignore the sand/feet as i can’t draw that to save my life atm)

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#Luna #anime girl #anime oc #AU #alternate universe #pokemon alternate universe #dancer au #arabic au #egyptian au #scrapped au #sketch #ScandiYatt #ScandiYattArt #original character #OC Luna

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nomimits7 · 2 years

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The Egyptian God’s Prey | Finale

Title: The Egyptian god’s prey

Parings: Jimin x OT6BTS

Warnings: Swearing. Mention of death. Mention of Nazi’s. Inaccurate Egyptian’s history… I improvised. Mention of kidnap, kind of (he ends up stranded). Severe sunburn. Kind of incest ( The Egyptians gods sometimes married their siblings). Talk about death and killing. They open up about their past.

Summary: The boys finally come to the point where they try to find Jimin’s god. With a stroke of luck Khonsu is not exactly what they expected.

Chapter 14

The time has finally come to try and figure out how to unlock Jimin’s own god for good. The rest of the boys had no idea what he would look like or if he would even be happy about being unlocked. Heck, they might even never be able to get Jimin’s true power to come forth. Nun alone knew how much damage Jimins’ mothers schemes did to him.

The hardest part of this whole operation would be telling Jimin about his true nature first, and then failing. There is always the option of just trying and explaining things later, but that has risks of its own. What happens if his god decides to completely overrule Jimin himself? What if Jimin goes on a revenge streak??? How do you stop a powerful newborn god? Easy, you can’t.

Most people know of the mysterious city of Atlantis. Yeah, well let’s just say that one particular newborn deity had a few things to prove. They were there the day Atlantis disappeared. It was horrible to witness. It took more gods than they would ever care to admit to take that deity down. Noone dares to even speak of those events. Its a black spot in history that they would very much like to keep hidden from humans.

Back to the problem at hand. Everyone was gathered in Hoseok's room. It was the most comfortable place to be. Besides, Namjoon has never been in this room for more than a few minutes and everyone agreed that he at least needed to feel how soft the couches are. Jimin has made it his personal mission to assure that Namjoon stays comfortable. He was like a little koala. He refused to let go of Namjoon. That’s how Namjoon found himself almost dozing off. He has never felt this warm.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi decided it was time to get rid of the everlasting tension they all could feel. He briefly made eye contact with the rest of the gods, receiving small encouraging smiles before he turned to the two cuddling on the other couch. Namjoon shifted slightly, forcing Jimin to sit a bit more upright. This also helped get rid of any sleepiness that could be creeping up on them.

“Jimin. There is one final deity we need to introduce you to” Yoongi began. Those words alone were enough to get Jimin's attention. He immediately sat up with excitement as his eyes sparkled with glee.

“Oh really? I thought there were only six of you in this house! Have you been hiding someone from me?” Jimin slightly teased as he looked at all of them for any indication of the answer.

“Well, not exactly. You see this god is someone you know very well. You might even have spoken to them before without even knowing it” Jungkook said as he nervously looked to the rest for support. Jimin was confused. Very confused by the pout he had on his face. “Okay? Um, can you give me a hint, or something?” Jimmin asked as he shifted into a more relaxed position next to Namjoon.

“He is the god of the moon. He is associated with youth and he is also seen as a traveller god. In his human form he looks extremely young. He has fair skin and the eyes of an angel, if they even existed. He is a master of dance. He is at his strongest when it is a full moon out. He is also the son of Mut and Amun” Namjoon answered as he watched Jimin carefully.

“I don’t understand what you are implying,” Jimin said wearily.

“Jimin, you are not who you were told to be,” Seokjin said. His gaze sad as he watched every emotion possible pass over Jimin's face. Jimin was quiet and that made all of them very nervous. There was no telling what was going through his mind at that stage.

Jimin, on the other hand, was stunned. He had a nagging feeling that he knew exactly what they were talking about, but he just could not make a definite connection. Jimin was slowly beginning to lose his mind. Of this he was almost certain. There is no way he could be anything other than a normal human. He would have noticed if he lived for more than an average lifespan of a human. Where were all the past records of him then? How did he forget them? No, they are wrong. They have to be.

“Jimin, we were there. We saw you in every lie of a life you lived. You even said we looked familiar a few weeks back. Hoseok was your history professor, Mr J. Taehyung was your principal, Mr Kim. Yoongi was his secretary, Mr Min. Jungkook was the psychology teacher and the driver, Mr Jeon. Seokjin was the doctor that took care of your mother, Dr Sj. I was Taehyung's brother. We saw you through every single decade you have lived through” Namjoon said with a hint of desperation.

“You- you brought me here?” Jimin said in disbelief. He was suddenly assaulted with a flood of memories that finally made sense. He finally knew why they felt familiar…

…“Ah, sure thing Mr Kim. Go right ahead” Mr J said, as cheerful as ever, only adding to the list of reasons why Jimin could hold his composure so well around the history teacher. This man just never knew how to stop smiling, did he? His blond hair made him resemble the sun itself, which did not help his case. Sometimes when you stare long enough, you can even get a glimpse of red hidden between those beautiful blond locks. He even once denied being close resemblance to the sun. Yet, the students still call him Mr Sunshine in the halls…

…“Jimin. I received some disturbing news this morning and it saddens me to have to be the one to inform you. Your mother has been sick for some time, hasn’t she? Dr Sj Kim called a few minutes ago. He said that when he went to give her a check-up, they could not find a pulse. She never woke up this morning. They tried to get her back, but sadly she was already gone. I am so sorry Jimin” Mr Kim said as he finally looked up from his hands… …“Mr Kim requested for you to go home and rest. He has taken it upon himself to make all the necessary arrangements for your mothers’ burial. She helped this school a lot more than most people know. He also said that he’ll ask his older brother to help sort out any issues that may arise. I have asked Mr Jeon to take you home. Good luck kid and I am sorry for your loss, just know, whatever is going on in that pretty head of yours isn’t true. It’s not your fault. And believe it or not, you aren’t as alone as you think” Mr Min said before leaving Jimin alone…

…On the way home from school, Mr Jeon listened to his rambling and even gave him a tight hug right before he left the teen alone. Mr Jeon was always a good listener, maybe it comes with his job as the school counsellor as well as being the psychology teacher…

…Mr Kim and his brother came by a few times to get all the arrangements in order. According to them they wanted to honour her memory or something…

Tears ran down Jimins cheeks as the memories flew through his very being. He could not believe that these people he had come to trust could have kept this from him. Jimin wasn’t even mad that they never told him that they were there when his mother died. No, Jimin felt betrayed by them. They knew what he could possibly be, yet they chose to remain quiet. Why? He did not know.

“Jimin, I know you think we kept this from you for sinister reasons but trust me that is not why we didn’t say anything until now. He needed you to get use to the idea of deities before we drop a bomb like this one. We knew you would need support if we were to tell you. Someone you could relate to. Would you have believed us if you hadn't seen us in our true forms first?” Seokjin pleaded. They were desperate to let Jimin see their side. Their intentions of not hurting him more than they already have.

Jimin knew he was right. He would never have believed them if they were to tell him that he was an ancient Egyptian god or something. He would have thought they were crazy. Heck he still thinks they are bad shit crazy for living in the fucking desert. He could see why they did things the way they did, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I know you don’t trust us any more, but please try to understand. He didn’t mean to keep it from you for any other reason other than making it easier for you to understand” Taehyung said as he leaned forward slightly. The good thing during this whole exchange was that Jimin was still clutching onto Namjoon. He has not made any move to get away, which meant he was hurt, but not to the point of distrust.

“I still trust you” Jimin whispered as he looked up to meet their eyes. They could see the hurt in them, which stung like a bitch.

“We’re so sorry Jimin. We’ll help you regain your lost deity. Even if it's the last thing we do. We are so sorry for all the hurt and pain you have suffered” Yoongi said as he reached out his hand to squeeze Jimin’s knee. Jimin could only nod as he basked in the feeling of being cared for. He never wanted to feel anything other than this ever again. All of the emotions finally caught up to Jimin and before he could even process what was happening, he was full on sobbing. He was crying (again) for everything he had experienced in this life. For every lie he has been told. For everything he could have had if his mother just made the right choice when she could.

“Let us try to help you, please” Namjoon whispered into Jimin's hair as he hugged the sobbing boy. Jimin could only nod as he was held. He was overcome with the feeling of deja vu, but he could care less. Taehyung and Namjoons hugs are more important than reasoning why he kept on crying in serious moments.

“Okay. Jimin we don’t know if this will do anything, but here, take these crystals. Apparently they can take away whatever is keeping your god locked up. I believe his name is Khonsu?” Hoseok said as he reached for the crystals. Jimin had a moment of clarity at that name. He knows that god. This is the same god he kept dreaming about. The one his mother only briefly mentioned.

…Jimin used to dream about Khonsu. Even if his mother never told him what Khonsu looked like, he knew exactly how he would look if Khonsu were to be blessed with Jimin’s looks. If Jimin had to describe his appearance, it would be in the lines of a mighty bull during the new moon. Powerful and fearless. Sometimes he even appeared as a young man with a sidelock, or long braid on the side of his head. Jimin always thought about growing out his hair, but he never actually did it. He would be the embodiment of the crescent moon’s light…

…Khonsu’s name meant ‘decider of lifespan’ linking him to time and sometimes even fertility. A concept Jimin really liked. Imagine being in control of someone’s life span, or even determining if they would have offspring or not. There was one aspect of Khonsu that Jimin kind of related to but hated seeing himself that way, Khonsu was seen as terrifying and violent due to his status of ‘new god’ and his arrogance that came with it. Jimin was arrogant, but he would never admit to it. Jimin often dreamed of Khonsu as a blood-thirsty deity that would help deceased kings find other gods and devour their hearts. He never hesitated to take what he felt he deserved. Much like Jimin himself. Minus all the blood and eating of hearts, Jimin kind of related to Khonsu on a spiritual level. That might explain why he dreamed of the god so often…

“I know this god. Mother used to tell stories about a moon god, but she rarely answered any of my questions. I also used to dream of him. Are you telling me that I have been seeing my deity part without knowing it? Isn’t he like a bloodthirsty god? The one that ate the hearts of deceased kings?” Jimin asked a little hesitant as he reached for the crystals.

“The humans described him like that, yes, but that was only because he was a fairly new god when the invasion happened. I don’t even recall ever meeting your god. That is how briefly he was known before all went to hell” Jungkook said as he watched Jimin take the crystals.

The moment of truth was upon them. Now they would hopefully be able to meet Khonsu. They already knew that they would let Jimin stay with them, regardless if this works or not. He was now theirs. They would teach him everything he needs to know about being a god. They would do what his mother was supposed to do. They would take care of him.

At first nothing happened. They could do nothing else but hold their breaths as they stared at Jimin. Carefully looking for any signs that something was happening. All they could see was a big ball of nothingness. It was kind of disappointing. They really wanted this to work. They all thought that that was it, until Jimin looked up.

Jimin’s eyes were glowing a bright blue. The air around them suddenly felt more charged than before. Jimin didn’t say anything as he kept on staring at seemingly nothing. It was fascinating to see, fascinating yet concerning. Jimin slowly got up and started making his way back to the balcony where he nearly fell to his death. The concern only grew as the rest could only follow. Each one of them were curious to see where this whole ordeal was heading.

Jimin on the other hand, was going into a trance. He felt as if he was locked in a room that played multiple movies at once. Each one was him in a different time and in each one he was dancing under the moonlight. He felt a sense of pride rise up in his chest as he watched in fascination how his previous lives all linked. His mother was also there. All of them had a few things in common. Him dancing and his mother forcing him to forget by taking him to another woman. Moneta.

Jimin could see it all. The deeds his mother did back in ancient egypt when he was an actual little boy. The fall of the entirety of Egyptian gods. The deal she made with Moneta. The lies she told him to keep him docile. The hurt he felt was quickly replaced by anger. How could she do this to him? How could she hurt her son just for her own greed? She deserved to die. Infact her death was a mercy.

Once everything came to an end, Jimin was face to face with Khonsu. His deity. His own reflection. Khonsu was magnificent up close. Jimin could feel how powerful Khonsu was. He had this air around him. If he were given the proper chance back then, he would have been one strong god.

Khonsu just stared back at Jimin. His eyes are just as blue as Jimin’s own. Without a word he began to move to a silent melody. He was dancing before Jimin. Khonsu, a deity, was dancing for Jimin. Jimin felt compelled to match his movements. They soon moved in tangent with each other. It was almost as if they were one. Every move Khonsu made, Jimin's body automatically followed. Every step Jimin took Khonsu followed.

The rest of the boys could also see their little dance. The only difference was that they could only see Jimin. They saw his movements as he moved across the balcony. They also could see the blue in his eyes shine brighter with every step. It was pretty clear that the dance was a duet, a duet that looked complete even with Jimin dancing alone.

Once the dance came to an end, Jimin and Khonsu's foreheads touched and Jimin’s entire body glowed as they truly became one. Jimin became Khonsu and Khonsu became Jimin. Before anyone else could react Khonsu stood before them. The moonlight danced around him as he slowly opened his eyes to look at the rest of the boys. A sense of excitement mixed with a slight pang of fear spread through each of the boys as they gazed at the deity. He was beautiful.

Khonsu observed them for a while before he bowed his head. His eyes held no hatred or anger as he kept on staring at them even with his head bowed. The rest could do nothing but bow their own heads in return. The moment felt strangely intimate but no one was complaining.

“Thank you” Khonsu said as he looked up again. In a blink of an eye Jimin stood before them. He was still slightly glowing as he gasped. He still looked like the same Jimin they picked up in the desert, yet he was different.

“I saw everything,” Jimin said as he reached out for them. Once again he had tears in his eyes. This time though it was tears of joy. He knew he was going to be okay this time. He finally found himself.

“We got you. Welcome home Jimin”

#BTS au #nomimits7 #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #Jung HoSeok #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #Egyptian AU #egyptian series #member x member #memebers only

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uniasus · 7 months

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fic rec! 172K Egypt Puzzleshipping AU

Summary: Caught in a conflict not of his making as heir to a throne that shouldn't have been his, Yugi finds himself face to face with the most feared warrior of all time - the Pharaoh of Egypt.

Comments: Ah, the enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to forced married enemies to lovers Puzzleshipping fic.

This is one of those fics you'll find yourself reading at 5am, as I found myself several times. It was really hard to put down. The concept here is that Atem, looking for reparations for a destroyed village, marches into Yugi's kingdom and essentially takes it over, turning Yugi & his friends into slaves. (This is a very shippy fic with relationship end goals so if that's not your thing, move along)

A large part of this is the political drama - Yugi struggles with his country are due to his unexpected kinghood after the death of his father and brother. Atem is facing conflict from Pegasus's kingdom, dead set on taking revenge for Atem's womanizing. Atem also realizes that his kidnapping of Yugi was wrong (for several reasons) and has to struggle with keeping Yugi's kingdom calm while hiding from the High Council that oversees inter-country conflicts that he may have mistakenly kidnapped a fellow monarch. Especially because as he gets to know Yugi, he's reluctant to let him leave his life and slavehood is a convenient way to keep him close. And that's just the first half of this fic.

There's a noncon; it's not exactly front and center but you know it happens. While Yugi says yes there is the master/slave dynamic to be aware of, and there is one scene in particular where Atem's pushiness really got to me. Yugi's also not the only victim. His friends find themselves in various rough situations too.

One page smut, but only a few scenes in a massive fic, and only one noncon scene on page that I'm calling as such to be safe.

It's been days and this fic still hasn't left my head.

#fic rec #puzzleshipping #yugioh #blindshipping #h/c #egyptian au #tavia454

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the-twisted-samurai · 3 days

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((omg and i thought translating APOLLO to an egyptian vibe was hard? CHRIST, SIMON, YOU ARE UNFAIR AF

i couldn't figure out to just. leave his hair normal or braid it or even partially shave his head or something... there were so many options lol

what do yall think of this??? BE HONEST...))

#i kinda like it but i dunno #genuinely give me yalls thoughts #i cant figure out what to do with him lmao #simon blackquill #jin yuugami #ace attorney #ancient egypt au #art #egyptian au

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rentumblsstuff · 1 month

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Hypothetically…. NPMD Monster High AU……….

Pete: A poltergeist. Peter Geist just wants to be invisible but he’s constantly getting into mischief with his friends that draws too much attention to himself!

Steph: Mummy cause she’s gotta keep family secrets UNDER WRAPS ;) and in MH the DeNiles are also a powerful family so having the Lauters be mummies is just so…

Richie: Freshwater monster!! He wishes he was a Ningen from the western Pacific but actually he’s just from Lake Michigan lol he loves swimming and sushi and you can tell when he’s dehydrated when the blue on his hair starts to turn brown!

Ruth: Frankenstein’s monster. Kinda a given with FrankenRuth. I imagine she’s constantly altering her body parts to try to be as attractive to others as possible. The bolts are on her temples and her headgear attaches to it

Grace: Vampire. It’s funny because she doesn’t get to touch a cross AND Angela is Italian so no garlic for Grace :(

Max: A Jekyll and Hyde type creature. I imagine his Jekyll side is the Max we see in the Waylon place, and The Jägerman persona is the Hyde, and the Hyde half is easily triggered when he’s overwhelmed or intimidated and is hard to control. Not necessarily kept at bay without music like Jackson and Holt, but hey what are you gonna do, amiright?

Brenda and Stacy are definitely werecats that roll in the same pack, Jason is a fellow vampire, and Kyle is a werewolf which is part of the reason Max wouldn’t let him date Brenda

Talk about being a literal monster lmao

#hatchetfield #starkid #npmd #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #grace chasity #max jagerman #brenda npmd #stacy npmd #jason jepson #kyle clauger #monster high au #no cause mixed black/egyptian Stephanie would be AWESOME

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