Revoween!
Hello, everyone! Week-of-Revo and the Revolutionshipping Discord Server would love to invite you to participate in Revoween!
Yes, you are guessing exactly what we mean. A Halloween-themed Revolutionshipping event!
The event will take place Oct. 29-31 (though late entries are more than welcome).
The prompts will be:
October 29 -- Costume and/or Party
October 30 -- Phantom and/or Immortality
October 31 -- Creature and/or Full Moon
Rules:
Any sort of content you would like to produce (fic, art, or otherwise) will be welcomed!
Tag @week-of-revo on tumblr posts or add #Revoween.
Mature or Explicit content will be reblogged to @week-of-revo-2 and must be tagged properly.
Have fun!
Lastly, we would like to apologize for the late notice, but we hope you decide to join us in the spirit of the season!
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Revoween day 1 drabble!
I don't have time to write full oneshots for @week-of-revo but I really want to participate, so here's a drabble based off the costume I (and Anzu) would die to see Atem wearing!
Whatever it was that Jonouchi was rambling about, it went in one ear and out the other. For about the tenth time, Anzu found herself wringing the velvety layer of her skirt as she scanned the crowd for him. She new she would be able to spot his hair, even through the throng of party goers, but he and Yugi we're no where in site. In actuality, they really weren't that late, so she shouldn't feel this in edge.
Of course, it wasn't the time that had her nervous, it was the anticipation.
Finally though, she was snapped out of her daze by fingers snapping in front of her face.
"Helloooo? Are you even listening?"
Anzu blinked and finally looked round at her friend, who was quite annoyed with her.
"Sorry, Jou, what were you saying?"
The blond nearly lost the furry wolf ears atop his head as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Nevermind. But know that you're actually paying attention, I didn't scratch off the paint on my nose, did I?"
Anzu couldn't help but smile, the costume Jonouchi had worn to the party was really well done, considering he made it himself. A flannel with fur peaking through the tears, make up that gave the vague impression of a canine snout, yes, Jou made a very good wolf man.
"No, your make up still looks great," she winked, and her friend beamed with pride.
Actually both their home made outfits looked good, and she was quite proud of her costume. A layered skirt with potions and a spell book hanging from the belt, a lace-up corset top, lantern sleeved blouse, all topped off with a velvet pointed hat. She made a cute witch, if she did say so herself.
She was about to say something else, but Honda's voice, muffled through his cyberpunk mask, cut her off. "Ah, there's the rest of our group!"
The way her head snapped to the door with lightning speed should have been embarrassing, or at least painful, but upon seeing the boys, she couldn't seem to notice either.
Yugi was waving at them as he and Atem made their way through the crowd to where they stood at the snack table. He was barely recognizable under the perfectly done skeleton make up, but the was unmistakably Yugi, especially as they finally came within arms length.
Though, as great as her best friend looked, Anzu could not help but stare wide eyed at Atem.
He looked like he stepped right out of the pages of an Anne Rice novel. Tall lace-up riding boots, with pleated pants tucked into them shaped his legs nicely. A double breasted maroon coat clung to his body, and the ruffled cuffs draped on his wrists reminded her of the covers of historic romances. Best of all, his white shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit to show off the fake blood dripping, somehow gracefully, down from his red lips.
Those lips were smiling at her, and her face was boiling under the charming smirk. From head to toe, he exuded the sensual, commanding allure of the creature he had chosen.
Oh yes, Atem made a perfect vampire.
Anzu hardly noticed that Honda and Jou had dragged Yugi over to the tombstone brownies at the snack table, especially when Atem closed the distance between them.
"You look exquisite," he whispered under the spooky music, and she saw that he had not forgotten the fangs. He made a small show of looking her up and down as he held out his arm to her. "Might I say, you've bewitched me, even."
A laugh left her throat, thankfully less nervous sounding than she thought it would be, and she took his arm. Atem always loved his puns. "Thank you, my count. I think I should offer you some wine, before my neck starts looking too good."
His fangs flashed as he hummed, and kept his eyes on said neck. Her skin was heating up again under the gaze.
"I think it's too late for that, my dear."
Oh Lord, she had no idea how she was going to survive the night.
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