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I haven’t been on this blog in a very long time. Hello all!

I may either keep this blog going, or slap this muse on a multi-muse blog of mine. Haven’t decided, yet.

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I know The Mummy had a lotta stuff going on, but I would watch it so many times just to see Sofia Boutella in it.

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Sofia Boutella as Princess Ahmanet in The Mummy 2017

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The Mummy (Alex Kurtzman, 2017).

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acisha:

@ahmanett stands before she who must be obeyed

       Ayesha was not yet Queen of Kôr a full year. She had not yet gained those characteristics that would define her as Hiya, the great and terrible She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed. Her heart was not stolen by that fair-haired Greek and broken by her own hand, she had not yet bathed in the great Pillar of Fire, she did not yet wait.

        For now in this moment she only glowed with the triumph of her newly conquered kingdom, waiting for the delegation from Egypt. Let us see this Princess Ahmenet.

There were many lands that stretched far beyond her home, and many wars that were taking place. Yet, none of this were any of her concern, as she was still learning in what it meant to having her father’s legacy. The Princess was somewhat forced into visiting another that she did not see as her equal, but of someone lesser. Egypt was going to be hers, one day, and she would not allow for any to get in the way of that. Enters through the long hall, doors opening as her guards led her through, with a wave she had them leave. This wasn’t her home, and she did not want to seem too above the other, not yet. Chin held high, her painted lashes flickering up with golden flecks, and Ahmanet was staring at what she presumed was this land’s ruler; Their Queen.     “...Egypt, and it’s people are not those to be summoned. I expect this      is of importance, since my father had instructed I be here. If not, I will      not waste my time.” | @acisha​ |

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Sofia Boutella by Mona Kuhn for C Magazine, 2017

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Sofia Boutella | The Mummy - Behind the Scenes

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     I’VE GOT :                                 the  ᴡɪɴɢs  of an 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵                                 the horns of a  d e m o n                                 and the  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜  of a  ＭＡＲＴＹＲ

                                                                                                WHAT AM I ? 

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Sofia Boutella in The Mummy (2017).

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Concept Art for Alex Kurtman’s The Mummy

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My muse has been tied up and gagged by yours. Send me what they’d do to my muse now they’re silenced and at your disposal.

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92 icons of Princess Ahmanet from The Mummy (2017).

Like/Reblog, if using~!

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The highlight of ‘The Mummy’

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[ Continued from Here ]

   ℒ 𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽 remained in the same place & he felt the touch of her soft lips. His lips pressing against hers, moving synchronously & his eyes shut.    He could taste the sizzling hot tenderness in this kiss. Feeling both connecting as a magnet, an irresistible attraction. The breathing & heartbeat merging.

The Princess was one that knew of rage, and of the deepest pain, for there was nothing greater than the sting of love. She had thought from her father would it come the greatest of them all, and yet he had disappointed her in ways that were beyond painful. Passion was in this kiss that she shared now, and it was in her gaze as she finally pulled back to stare upon the face of the one she chose.    ”Never forget us...” | @thevampirelestat |

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thevampirelestat:

☥ ♛

    His words were true. ℒ 𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽 ever been in this same state that she is now. The decomposed body, yearning for life, all the pain unbearable, wishing eagerly by blood and that he drank as a delicious wine to moisturize. He recalls when he was in this state after that Claudia has poisoned him and cut his throat, all the blood draining away & he was buried in the swamp.

    The only way to survive was with the blood of animals like crocodiles & snakes, birds, to protect himself from the sun he was deep in the dark. Looking at her now stirred those memories, at that time he was lonely, he had to strengthen himself, do by himself and now he’s with her. He doesn’t know how long she was there but he couldn’t just stare and do nothing.

❝ I will help you.❞     he answered honestly, no fear. Beautiful set of greyish blue eyes looked at her, he took a step towards her.

   𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝒆 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝒆 looked at the large sarcophagus opened and then he returned to look at her, blinking slowly was like a trance.The thirst for that slimy blood full of life & wickedness was growing inside him, he heard steps approaching them, it was a small group of humans, it was great for them.

Rising from the depths of her untimely coffin, where those that were respected were placed, hers was of the most disgusted. No one from her past cared to give her the respect that she earned, and for that all would be leveled to the ground with her burning rage. Being one without real form, or fullness as of yet, Ahmanet felt bones cracking from the weight of her trying to stand tall. When sockets for eyes caught a glimpse of what was nearing, senses reacting for her while her mind caught up slowly. Already put to action, her talons sinking deep within the flesh of a scared individual, and their life was taken with the rush of a violent kiss. Soon, after the others with their useless weapons attempted to harm her, she had filled her body with enough to stand without staggering. Flesh was returned to it’s fullest, and her power rang through blood-filled veins. No longer the mummified individual, she was at last the Queen that with world would soon see. Golden eyes, both having two irises now turned to the one person she did not kill. It was like her dreams were coming to life, as if she had known this one for all those long years of being among the dead. This one... was different... She did not know how to go about this; how to react to one that was clearly of some importance to her inner-self. Stands there among the shrunken bodies piled around her bandaged form, and looks on warily towards the man. In her own language, the one of ancient times, she spoke out to him. Lips feeling quite too dry, as ash that was still covering most of her just-woken form.     “~...... W̮͕̥̤̳h̟̻ͅo̦̖̰̙̻̕ ......?~” | @thevampirelestat​ |