#flowshipping

Another version of the art I uploaded earlier, I ended up wanting to add Snow into it, so I did. 🪽🍎

And again, he's the alt

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

Belated Sapphic September 9: UFO

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.

Hey, I def took longer than 10mins on this

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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.

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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.

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