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bitchfitch · 1 year

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Since gaining, checking my notes, 200 ish, verified real person followers over the last few days because of that escaped post, i feel like i need to post about stained glass more between my bouts of oc brain rot posting to like. idk. validate y'all's decision. or whatever. get notes juice reward.

But I'm also me and because of that i need to be an ass about it. so I'm not giving any context on Gerd until the end of this post.

Anyways

I'm still working on my precious precious Gerd. but I'm having an Impossible time sourcing enough pink glass in the right color and opacity. She's going to be the main light fixture in my kitchen, so she needs to be fairly translucent. but still opaque enough for the fuck off massive light bulb to not be an eyesore. because turns out, 3 foot tall tiffany lamps need big bulbs so you don't have a gradient through the length of the lamp

and like, i can understand the appeal of that aesthetic but my precious baby girl baby Gerd deserves to shrine like the Absolute angel she will one day be.

Anyways. The issue with finding semi opaque pink glass is that it's a fuck awful pain to produce so not a lot of companies actually make it and they physically can't make that much more because the metals and such needed to make glass pink And to make it any level of translucent are only found in a handful of places are usually sold to the Big companies who can out spend on them.

and what does get made is Expensive compared to not pink glass and it's bought up in Instants because the nice warm toned pink glass that lets the right amount of light through pretty and everyone needs it. and i need like. probably 7+ sqft from the same lot for Gerd. so That's just not happening. Which is an issue for me. someone who's entire brand is being obnoxiously pink.

Which brings me to the point.

I'm considering making my 3ft tall pig head shaped Tiffany lamp as god awful rainbow as physically possible. Or buying up a fucking theater companies worth of those spotlight coloring plastic sheet things(pink). and just hoping the pigment in them holds up long term bc no way are those things as light fast as the glass would be.

#maybe ill buy a kiln instead and just enamel the glass if i can find a pigment that does The Thing right.#glass kiln not a pottery kiln #Very different price points #bfsg

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entityredacted · 2 years

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Finally got a Xornoth design done

#traditional art #mcyt #my art <3 #empires smp #empiresblr #empires fanart #empires xornoth #the gradient was a massive pain in the ass #i love it though #not him literally just the fucking gradient

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saijspellhart · 3 years

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Little oneshot about Atem meeting Sphinx Yugi

Part of my Sphinx AU. Please enjoy.

Atem clutched his cloak around him, trying to settle back against the date palms again, only to sit up with a start at the rustle of leaves. The once vibrant and friendly oasis he’d happened upon in the day, had turned into an absolute nightmare as soon as the sun set.

He hadn’t managed to get a fire going, he couldn’t find anything to eat, and although the water in the massive pond looked clean and tasted good, he was convinced he’d be sick by morning.

The night was so dark, even with all the stars, he could barely make out his surroundings in the dense thickets of trees and brush surrounding the pond. He could swear something was out there. Could feel it staring at him, hunting him.

He snapped his head to the left at the sound of disturbed undergrowth, and swore he caught a glimpse of yellow eyes. Like the glowing pupils of some large animal. They disappeared almost immediately.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen them. Could be a fox, or a crocodile, perhaps a leopard, or even a hyena. Although he really doubted it was a hyena. Too quiet for that noisy pack animal. Never the less, he was convinced he was being stalked by some silent predator.

Hours were passing, and he continued his restless watch.

The night wore on leaving him more and more exhausted, and the chill set in harder. He felt cold in his bones without a fire or proper insulation from the frigid desert night.

He would die of exposure before he was ever rescued by his priests.

Atem saw the flash of yellow eyes again in his peripheral and scowled at them sleepily.

Or I’ll simply get eaten alive. What an end for a mighty Pharaoh. He should have simply died earlier in the day during the skirmish with the brigands. At least then it would have been in the service of his people, and not alone, lost in the desert, and at the jaws of local wildlife.

Another hour passed, and he couldn’t hold his head up anymore to stay alert. He was so cold.

So tired.

His eyelids drooped. And each blink was a little longer, his mind a little hazier.

He searched for the eyes in the dark, but saw nothing. He heard nothing. He couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer and he drifted out of consciousness.

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Atem’s world was a lot brighter when his brain clicked back into consciousness the next morning.

And warmer.

So much warmer. He’d been so cold the night before and now he was wrapped in a blanket of warmth and fluffy comfort.

It felt like his head was pillowed against a cloud. A slightly dusty, musky scented cloud with an edge of sweetness, almost like grass. It was pleasant.

In fact everything was pleasant. Even the comforting weight settled over him. Atem didn’t want to move. Didn’t even want to wake up. Instead, he inhaled the pleasant scent again and tried to drift back to sleep.

His hand reached up to sink fingers into soft fur and snuggled deeper into his pillow.

Which gasped, and shifted beneath him.

Atem’s eyes shot open, getting an eyeful of white and tawny red-gold fur. Something like a tail swished just over the swell of golden fur he’d taken a handful of. He was up in an instant, flailing against feathers, and violently slapping a large wing off of himself as he stumbled to get away.

“Ouch!” a stranger’s voice yelped.

He ended up crawling backwards through sand and grasses. Drawing his knife—his khopesh having gotten lost when his horse threw him in the strange and sudden sand storm—he pointed the blade, putting as much distance as he could between himself and the strange creature he’d been cuddled up to only moments before.

“What in Ra’s name are you?” Atem demanded.

The creature blinked large and bewitching purple eyes at him. “What does it look like?” It asked, sounding almost offended. It shook out one of its large black-tipped white feathered wings, as if shaking off pain, before gingerly folding the appendage against its back. “In fact I’m one of the god’s creatures. I’m a sphinx,” it announced rising up on its very feline paws.

This gave Atem a very good look at the creature, and yes. Yes, it was a sphinx. He quickly lowered the knife so as not to disrespect it.

It was not the type of sphinx he was most accustomed to seeing depicted in scrolls and in reliefs. That being a creature with a lion’s body and the head of a human. No, this creature had the head and torso of a human, its arms changing into a feline’s paws starting at the elbow, and its torso becoming a feline’s lower half starting at the stomach.

The stomach that Atem’s head has been pillowed against, he noted. That’s what had been so soft like a cloud. He swallowed thickly.

“It’s been awhile since a human has wandered into my oasis,” the sphinx said conversationally. It took a few steps towards Atem. “What’s your name?”

He wasn’t about to give a magical creature such as this his name. Magical creatures could do dangerous things with your name. “Atem…” the name tumbled off his tongue unbidden. Fuck. He suspected some magic must be at play, but Ra would have to smite him before he would tell this creature he was a Pharaoh. Absolutely no good would come of this creature having that knowledge.

“Atem~” the sphinx tested the name on its tongue, and smiled brightly at him. “Hi Atem! My name is Yugi,” as it introduced itself it made a tight circle giving Atem a look at its entire body from nose to the end of its stumpy tail.

It was just like a cat to give someone an eyeful of its ass. If the lack of breasts hadn’t clued him in, Atem could safely conclude that the very effeminate looking creature was indeed a male.

When Yugi turned to face him again he couldn’t quite meet the Sphinx’s eye anymore and sort of looked off to the side instead.

It was actually startling how much the Sphinx’s hair resembled Atem’s. Should he be flattered? Or maybe the sphinx was flattered. It was probably far older than him. Their hair was strikingly similar, both having flowing blonde bangs and unruly black spikes tinged with color at the tips. Although Atem’s hair ended in red, while Yugi’s seemed to be a gradient of purples and reds. That was where the similarities between them seemed to end though. Yugi had large eyes and a small nose, with a slight build and fair skin. Where as Atem had a large nose, thick brows over slanted eyes, with the build of a fighter and brown skin.

“I’m sorry for scaring you when you woke up,” Yugi dipped his head and looked genuinely apologetic.

“What was…that anyway?” Atem jerked his head at the Sphinx and reached a hand down to pluck at some grass, tearing the blades between his fingers.

“I was keeping you warm,” Yugi explained. Almost comically large cat ears flicked on either side of his head, disturbing locks of hair as they did. Atem could make out black tufts of fur on the ends of the ears that reminded him very much of a caracal. Yugi kept his distance but sat back on his haunches. His wings adjusted on his back, fluttering a bit before folding back into place. “You were so cold, shivering in your sleep, and well… the elements don’t bother me.” he shrugged. “So I curled up beside you, and covered you with my wing.”

Atem narrowed his eyes at the creature. Were sphinxes usually so kind? He couldn’t recall many stories about sphinxes but the stories he did recall they were always dangerous and tricksy. “I suppose I owe you a debt now, don’t I?” He growled out, tossing his handful of shredded grass on the sand before him.

Yugi blinked at him. “No? Oh well maybe…” he tilted his head and it looked like the wheels had begun to turn in his mind. “Why?” he asked slowly.

“Because you probably saved my life. Kept me from succumbing to exposure or something.” Atem explained impatiently. He didn’t want to be in debt to a magical creature, but he was also a Pharaoh and it could spell disaster to leave debts unpaid. Should the sphinx ever find out he was a pharaoh and decide to collect on the debt it might ask for something outrageous. Like a child, or a golden statue in its likeness, or perhaps to stay in his palace to live like a king. “Creatures like you always want payment for a life saved.”

Yugi seemed to consider this, all the while studying Atem curiously. “I suppose that’s true,” he purred. “How about we play a game? Win, and consider the debt repaid. Your life will be your own. But should you lose, then your life is mine.” This time when the little Sphinx grinned at him it was far more predatory. If he wasn’t so adorable Atem might have felt more intimidated.

A game? A smug sense of triumph curled in Atem’s stomach. A game wasn’t so bad. He was excellent at games. “What kind of game?” Atem hedged warily. Skills aside, making a deal with any magical creature was extremely dangerous, but especially with a sphinx.

Yugi laid down on the ground and crossed his front paws. “Oh, nothing complicated. Just a simple game of riddles~”

Atem adjusted until he was sitting cross-legged facing the Sphinx. He placed his hands on his knees and did his best to school his expression with confidence. “Alright then. I’ll play your game.”

“Great!” Yugi chirped happily, and his cat butt wiggled with excitement. “I will start.”

Atem bit his cheek and silently reminded himself that this cuteness was probably a facade. He would focus…and he would win.

#puzzleshipping #yugi mutou #atem #Yami yugi #pharaoh atem #yugioh #sphinx au #sphinx yugi #drabble #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #yugioh duel monsters #ygo dm #SaijSpellhart writes

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what-big-teeth · 4 years

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Avatar of Greed (Mammon)

Monsterlover!MC is gender neutral. [ Part 1 (intro) ; Part 2 (Lucifer) ] Please note this is an 18+ blog; do not follow if you’re younger than 18.

You chanced upon Mammon in his truest form instead of being able to ask him about it outright.

Which, honestly, served him right since he decided to pilfer your favorite hoodie.

The whole reveal began after you realized the soft and lovingly used article was missing.

You remember Mammon having swiped it earlier in the day, using it as a brief distraction as you two were chased down by a small group of very disgruntled demons.

Demons that suddenly surrounded you both because Mammon managed to con out of their money for a quick, get-rich scheme...without telling you what he did.

As you both ran towards the House of Lamentation, you honestly didn’t know if they could measure up to Mammon in power, but hey. Anger can make people and demons do crazy things.

With the whole get-rich shtick ending in failure, you wanted your hoodie back. Preferably in one piece.

This led you to the closed door of Mammon’s room. You swiftly knocked at the barrier, but received no immediate surprised growl or irritated reply. Weird...

Pressing an ear against the door revealed nothing, either. As much as the idea left a sour taste in your mouth, a small voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the many times Mammon’s entered your room unannounced to rummage through your stuff.

“What the hell,” you muttered with a shrug. Without saying another word, you grabbed the door handle and stepped inside.

Only to come face to face with a huge, dark feathered mass.

The lighting in the room was dimmed, so for a moment you thought your eyes were playing a trick on you.

It was only when the feathers shuddered, rustling against one another that you realized they weren’t. They cooed in a raspy manner, as if the creature beneath those plumes had long forgotten how to use its vocal chords.

Before your brain could fully process the sight before you, your mouth opened and you softly uttered Mammon’s name in a questioning manner.

The mass of feathers tensed then moved.

A rush of air forced the door closed and sent you sprawling on your ass.

Hissing, you squinted through the pain to see eight eyes trained on you, four on both sides of the creature’s head. Each one was hued a deep blue and soft yellow, the familiar colors acting as gradients to each other. This creature was Mammon.

And honestly? He looked absolutely amazing.

You couldn’t help but drink in more of him as your slowly stood to your feet.

His entire form reminded you a bestial, hooded crow with some differences.

The top of his beak, sadly, was missing a portion, revealing a large hole that widens out into two fissures. And these were nearly overtaken by long scars, some artificial and others deep.

Two, massive black wings with shining feathers tipped with white had taken the place of his arms. But at the major bend of those wings were three, long multi-jointed claw tipped fingers.

Three long, stark white protrusions jutted out of his feathered back along the natural slope of his true body, reminding you of bone. But the ornate design that resembled his horns and appeared as hilts made you think of weaponry. Swords, to be exact.

Massive, longer feathers serving as his tail curled along his scarred, avian legs and feet, which ended in wickedly sharp talons. You had no doubt they had been used before, him being a demon and all.

Smiling, you were just about to tell him how incredible he looked...only to notice his tense posture. His fingers were curled tightly into small fists and his talons steadily dug into the plush carpeting, slowly ripping and gouging it like paper.

You pursed your lips and said the first thing that came to mind.

“I don’t suppose you’ve eaten the hearts of slain men before? Or I guess, in this case, it’d be angels, huh?”

The sound of tearing ceased. Mammon cocked his head at you, probably processing your words as you let out a nervous laugh.

It was one that he returned, until it smoothed over into a genuine chuckle despite the raspy quality. He must’ve understood the reference.

You dusted off the back of your jeans, giving him time to settle and to collect yourself. As much as you wanted to gush over his truest form, you held yourself back for his sake.

“You haven’t seen my hoodie anywhere recently, have you?”

You didn’t know how it was possible, but you couldn’t say you regretted seeing Mammon in his truest form looking absolutely sheepish. It was rather endearing, just like in his more humanoid form.

Despite his massive size, Mammon carefully maneuvered his body and turned, stretching his neck down behind his form. A moment later, his beak held your hoodie, which was a little wrinkled but still in one peace.

You think back to the cooing sounds he made when you first stumbled into his room. Strangely enough, in the context of human language, the noise reminded you of a besotted sigh. A wave of heat flooded your cheeks as Mammon averted his gaze.

Any doubts about his attraction to you were kicked to the proverbial curb.

“Y-you can keep it for now,” you said, biting at your bottom lip. “Just...give it back later, okay?”

It was only thanks to your barely held composure that you didn’t giggle when Mammon’s beak comically clicked open and your hoodie fell to the floor.

Clearing your throat, you headed to the door and touched the handle. But before you opened it...

“Just so you know,” you said, looking back at him, “I think the Great Mammon looks amazing like this, and I wouldn’t mind seeing him in this form more often.”

Your courage depleted, you ignored the shrill squawk emanating from behind and hurried out into the hall as the door closed behind you with a soft click.

The very next day, after a visit with Lord Diavolo to assess how you were handling life in the Devildom, you entered your room and found your hoodie neatly folded on your bed. Laying on top of it was a jet-black feather tipped with white.

And you couldn’t help but smile.

#demon #demons #exophilia #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon #if you were wondering who's my favorite...#now do you

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