#Egyptian Tattoos For Boys

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Rachel Elizabeth Dare Headcanons

- these are definitely fictive influenced sorry

- gender-fluid for sure but sexuality wise she’s unlabeled but on the aroace spectrum so the whole percy thing was entirely platonic but flirting and making girls and boys flustered is something she thought was funny as a teen

- loves all forms of media she can find the beauty in anything she looks at

- her blue plastic hairbrush was a gift from her dad it was a big pack because she likes certain everyday items to be the same incase they break she can replace them she’s got 5 more at home.

- is really good friends with annabeth!! none of that fighting really happened and they never hated each other.

- she’s got a huge soft spot for piper who helped her decorate her cave in little ways

- honestly her closest friends are leo, piper, butch, lou ellen and clarisse which nobody was really expecting but clarisse and rachel just have such a special bond

- loves when the hunters swing by she loves to have dinner with them and talk to artemis who always wanted her to join but respects her decisions and rachel’s an honorary huntress in artemis’ eyes

- also also speaking of cave decorations she has a few favorites: the aphrodite cabin made her one way mirror curtains so that she gets in a lot of natural light. her rugs are kaleidoscopic made by the iris cabin, the demeter cabin always gives her the best strawberry saplings so she can always have fresh fruit around. the hypnos cabin with the help of the hephaestus cabin built her a canopy over bed to help her her sleep

- since her bed makes her pass out she’s got every kind of seat beanbags chairs futons etc to lay on! everyone’s got a comfy seat when they come visit her

- the cabins love her esp now that the oracle is a real walking person and they’re always willing to hang out or spend time with her, she found her family

- all of her clothes are either handmade, or patched up (usually decorative embroidery) and all of her clothing items are covered in doodles and paints

- MAJOR mythos obsessions as a kid, big into norse and egyptian

- dnd buff, she loves to DM and she plays wizards, sorcerers or artificers because she thinks they’re cute

- she gets nightmares and developed some sleepwalking habits after becoming the oracle, sometimes she’ll be found in the forest near the river and all the naiads and nymphs around her in a big pile

- rachel changed her name to a more english sounding one because people would always pronounce raquel weirdly. her name was originally elisa raquel but rachel elizabeth sounded more professional. her closest friends call her RED nonetheless because it’s her favorite name

- rachel had a horrible nightmare that happened when percy annabeth and nico fell to tartarus. she was found huddled in the corner of her cave, everyrhing turned upside down and a painting on the floor that essentially looked like scribbles until you realized what you were looking at. she had a breakdown afterwards, chiron trying his best to comfort her.

- to help some campers with their discomfort in their scars and appearance she learned how to tattoo over them and will have flash sales where you just bring her food and she’ll tattoo you. the first person to get a tattoo was clarisse who brought her a homemade family dish

[thiswaytwoinfinity]

Emma's Epic Multi-Fandom Rec List: Oscar Isaac Edition

Work and life and everything took over for a little bit, but I am back with *part 2* of my massive fanfic recommendation list, because good lord I read so much fanfic I have a problem.

I do my best to reblog as much as possible but sometimes I miss it so this is my attempt to make up for that and give all of the amazing creators on here the credit they deserve. Thank you all so much for sharing all of your work with us. This year has been a long and difficult one for me, especially mental health wise, and being able to escape into these stories has been so valuable and important to me. 

If you read anything on here that you like, please reblog and/or comment on these pics to show the creators some love! 

AN IMPORTANT NOTE: While not everything listed here will include smut, many of these authors have 18+ blogs. Please, please, please respect their boundaries and DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM/THEIR CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Stories marked with ❤️‍🔥 contain NSFW content

Moon Knight: 

The Best Kept Secrets ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — First of all, Mel is the *queen* of Oscar Isaac-fandom fic, especially anything about our beloved Moon Boys. She’s got stuff for every genre, every mood, every random plot bunny — she’s also created some of the most fun and original character.ai bots — but I have such a soft spot for this fic, a dad’s best friend fic where each chapter is a different member of the system. 

A Bit Dodgy ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — another brilliant one from Melody, featuring professor! Steven falling in love with a student, Jake being protective (and hot) and Marc learning to let down his walls around people. I will genuinely be a little sad when it’s all wrapped up because I’ve loved this journey. 

Cherry Pie ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh and @melodygatesauthor — I’m trying not to just rec people’s entire masterlists but these two make it SO DIFFICULT. Anyway, as someone with a soft spot for Steven (is it obvious yet?) this is a particularly steamy and surprisingly sweet fic about his first time. It’s written in such a brilliant way that you can just picture all of the desperate, delicious faces that Steven is making throughout and it’s just … it’s a 10/10 y’all. 

Spoiled Rotten by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — MARC. MARC MY BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONALLY GUARDED BELOVED I love when Marc gets to be soft and this was such a beautifully written, real-feeling story about his relationship insecurities and his desire to be treated like the precious gift he is. If the universe could just give me one chance to spoil this beautiful man … 

Personal Time ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Look, we have already established my love for Steven Grant. I want to hug him and kiss him and let him tell me about Egyptian gods and eat vegan burritos with him and cuddle him all night. But this story? This story makes me also want to ruin him. 

The Moon Boys + Where They Like to Put It ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — These little blurbs are pure filth and I would like them tattooed on my eyelids so that I can forever be haunted by them. There is a surprising amount of characterization packed into such a short package and that takes an incredible amount of talent. 

On My Knees ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — Look. If Steven Grant came to me, begging on his knees (literally!) for his job back, I too would fold immediately. This two-parter is also great because the first story is pure fluff (and pining for Steven, which, i can relate) and the second brings all of the tension and anticipation to a head with some genuinely smoking hot smut. I’d also like to give a shoutout to Ivy’s Oblivious Roommate Headcanons Series, which is honestly making my obsession with everyone’s favorite gift shoppist a little worse in the best way. 

driver!jake and rich girl!reader ❤️‍🔥by @campingwiththecharmings — THIS FIC. I love the slow building tension, the gorgeous image of Jake smoking outside his limo during a night out, the SMUT. It made my brain melt in the best way, possible. 

Lessons in Touch by @marc-spectorr— Ugh, the PINING. There’s only one part to this so far and I am already so obsessed with it that I’m recommending it. I cannot wait to see where this one goes because I just am already so in love with this Steven and their relationship. 

With The Lights Out ❤️‍🔥by @moonknightly — Jake is, understandably, often characterized as the sexy, seductive one in the system so it’s such a treat to read a virgin!Jake fic. This one is so lovely, a perfect mix of vulnerable and steamy while still feeling so true to him. Basically, I love when Jake gets flustered and I need more of it. 

Friendly favors ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — (Not so) unrequited pining between Steven and his best friend and the ways they begin to reveal their feelings for one another by … “helping each other out” with their “needs.” Steamy and sweet in equal measure and it just makes me want to scream in the best possible way. 

Making Trouble ❤️‍🔥by @juneknight — Possessive!Marc owns me, completely. This and its sequel (where Jake gets his revenge) are two of the hottest, most wonderful smut fics that I have read in this fandom and good lord, it breaks my brain every single time I read it. juneknight is also the creator of the mind-meltingly sexy Dorm Room Marc series which is also *chef’s kiss* 

Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Verse) 

Halo ❤️‍🔥by @missdictatorme — One of the most interesting Miguel concepts I’ve ever read: Reader is Miguel’s new AI assistant (complete with hologram body) and you ask for the chance to design your own appearance. The slow build of the relationship between the pair is so fun to read and the tension between them as Miguel realizes that their relationship with one another is … unorthodox is amazing. I think about this story all the time. 

Something New ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — Hoooooo boy. I recommend you read this one in front of a fan or the AC because good lord this is hot. 

Decadent ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — This one has it all: gorgeously steamy smut, the tension of a slow-burn relationship build, a hint of angst and a mystery at the center of it all: is Miguel a vampire? Or something else? Can he be cured? It’s so good and I honestly give a little squeal every time I see there’s a new chapter out. 

Punch-Out Love by @astroboots— Miguel O’Hara boxing AU? Hell yeah. This one is exciting and tense and thrilling and I was invested from the first sentence. Cici also co-wrote the iconic Every You, Every Me, which I am ashamed to say that I only just started reading but it is just as incredible as everyone said. Her stuff more than lives up to all of the hype. 

Monster ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Oh, you thought you’d make it through a Miguel O’Hara rec list without some size kink? This is insanely hot and a little dark and so, so good. Heed the warnings, but if this is your thing, trust me, it will sit in your brain forever. 

Assorted Oscar Characters 

Bloom For Me (Santiago Garcia) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — The Triple Frontier Regency AU that you didn’t know you needed. Trust me on this. 

Oxford Comma (Rydal Keener) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — *The* definitive Rydal fic, in my opinion. There is something about the way that Mona writes Rydal that makes him so irresistible, so charming and easy to fall for despite how much you want to resist (or maybe punch) him that I think captures the essence of the character so well. 

How (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Set post-Ex Machina, this lovely (and steamy) fic delves into how Nathan deals with the aftermath of the situation with Ava as well as him learning to let another person (not an android!) into his life. It’s my favorite take on a softer version of Nathan and I just adore it. (Also for more amazing Oscar-character content, Fen’s Kinktober masterlist is *chef’s kiss)

Three Years (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @youvebeenlivingfictional — My favorite Nathan fic, ever. The tension between him and the reader, the underlying questions about whether their whole relationship and dynamic is the result of genuine feelings on his end or just him manipulating people, the added angst of Reader’s dynamic with their friend and *her* crush on Nathan — it’s just so good. 

Somebody to Love (Richard Alonzo Munoz) ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Not just one of my all-time favorite Oscar Isaac fics, but one of my all-time favorite fics period. As I have previously gushed, this is a gorgeous, romantic, slow-build of a story written with such stunning imagery and poetry and with little nods to an already-familiar relationship that just makes their ultimate relationship even more swoon-worthy and perfect. And the smut is 10/10, five stars, completely mind-melting in all of the best ways. I love it, I love it, I love it. 

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Me, a bisexual, watches The Mummy (1999) for the first time

Errant thoughts/me texting my friends about it:

Warning! Spoilers (duh) for the whole movie under cut

Woahhhh helloooo pharoahs mistress

Annnnnnd hello terrible cgi

Oh this burying imotep alive shit is definitely not going to bite us all in the ass again later

Guys i think i figured it out

Imotep is the mummy

We can all go home now

Alright we just met Brendan Fraser who got promoted because the guy with face tattoos chickened out

Run you 90s heartthrob pretending to be in the 1920s, run!

"Lets not kill the main character, just for the lols" - some guy who isnt the main character

Clumsy fmc is clumsy

Meshiver great word lol

An unwarranted kiss!

And now she is going to break him out of jail/save him from death lol

This is very goofy but Brendan Fraser looking exactly like george king of the jungle with his hair all disheveled back there made me giggle and brought back some of my childhood

Oooooo fmc prettyyyyy

Well these other idiots who are gambling on the boat and also looking for hamanaptra are gonna die

Probably from imotep eating their faces

Very suddenly the whole boat is on fire lol

Oooooo the bisexual is bisexualing

I mean me

I’m bisexualing

Evy is real pretty

A smoky eye? In this economy?

We got the camels. The quest is questing

Face tattoo guy! We missed you. (Not really)

Ok we have entered the spooky Egyptian burial site or whatever

This fucking stand off with the american team with the guns up and down is peak comedy

Guy who goes off on his own to find treasure destined to die a horrible death

"Dont put me down for mummification " lolol

Quality writing here

We're camping after finding imoteps carcophagus. And Tattoo guy is back! With his whole crew!

Comic relief brother is being funny

🧐Tattoo guy comes to kill them and then....just doesnt kill them????

He issues a stern warning instead like Brendan and Evy (idk her real name) will obey?

"What is a place like me doing in a girl like this " lololol top quality writing

Clumsy evy is clumsy and adorable when drunk

Evy: “I’ve never seen a mummy look like this hes still.. hes still...”

The boys: “Juicy.”

Haha! 🤣

YES YES AMERICANS AVOIDING ALL SIGNS THAT TERRIBLE DOOM IS UPON THEM IF THEY OPEN SOMETHING

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUMB AMERICANS

The fucking foreshadowing is killing me

Its so heavy handed

Guy who wears glasses has thelma moment

"MY GLASSES!" I’m COMPLETELY BLIND NOW!"

The mummy has awoken

And completely enamoured with evy

The mummy thinks evy is his beloved but then. Brendan STORMS IN and the mummy screams at him and he screams back and fires his gun lololol the mummy fucking ragdollssssss lololol

Oooo the cgi is so bad

And we got caught by.... YOU GUESSED IT FOLKS TATTOO GUY AGAIN

BENI GETTING USED BY THE MUMMY BECAUSE THATS ALL THIS CHARACTER WAS WRITTEN AS

the mummy hand popping out of the sand "LIKE DAISIES!"

Ahhhh! Tattoo guy has a backstory!

OF COURSE (evy is) gonna be a sacrifice

“Well well well. Let me guess...spring cleaning?” GOD BRENDANS QUIPS ARE SO BAD

BREAKING NEWS MUMMY IS TERRIFIED OF CATS 🐱

also ew mummy kissed evy

Nice job in the boils and sores, make-up team

I was right about the mummy stealing the dumb Americans faces 😈

Evy is taken by the mummy

Idk the mummy is kind hunky, it might not be so bad to live with him forever

“Hey winston!! Pedal faster!”

The QUIPPPPSSS

AND winstons dead

Thank you british government for getting us to the climax of the movie

Oooo the mummy has awoken stone ppl

And brendan found the treasure

Hahah i hate it when characters chuck the gun at the bad guys when the ammos out your last ditch effort fails every. time.

Also this like the 8th handgun we have chucked at an enemy- where are we getting all these handguns???

BRENDAN JUST LIT A DYNAMITE USING TATTOO GUYS BEARD WTFFF

And weasel character is a weasel womp womp

Brendan casually killing the cgi mummy priests and then the quip "mummies 🙄" is just so....something

Anddddd (the mummy) is dead!

What a dramatic death lol

And beni dies

👋🏼BYE TATTOO GUY!

SUNSET KISSES 😘 😍

And fin. Welllllp I’m super gay. Bye!

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Mummies Alive!: Reanimated

Since I refuse to be normal about this show, here's a general outline of what MY iteration of Mummies Alive, which I have creatively given the subtitle of "Reanimated" because I am hilarious.

Some General Plot Notes:

I'm keeping the designs because they slap and the general tone because I love that good 90s cheese, but I'm rewriting for a more cohesive story and more accurate myth references. Basically, I'm letting my Egyptology fixation run wild.

I give a justification for Scarab's name being...uh...Scarab! Erasing a person's name is like a big deal in ancient Egypt! We see this most famously with Hatsheput and her successor/nephew (I think) who tried to literally chisel her name off of every structure in Egypt to erase the memory of her. This is what Amenhotep does to Scarab except MORE (because he's the Pharaoh and has that kind of power both spiritually and politically). As in Scarab's original name gets power-washed out of reality itself and even people who knew Scarab before (like the Mummies) don't remember what his name used to be and just call him "Scarab." Personally, I find this fitting given that Scarab is a man who has misplaced aspirations of grandeur and having his name and memory super turbo erased from even memory itself would be an excellent fuck you from Amenhotep.

And on the note of Scarab, I justify his scarab beetle theme with the idea that Scarab stole power from Khepri in ancient times, the sign of that manifesting as the scarab-shaped mark/tattoo we see on his back in the show. This is what gives him the power to create life-sized shabti in the volumes he does and is a vital component to his plan for using the Pharaoh's spirit to grant himself immortality. In ancient times, Scarab used the power he stole from Khepri to rob Rapses of his Ka (aka, his life force, killing the poor boy) and then using that stolen ka as like...an appetizer, which consequently gave him enough power to survive most of his three thousand five hundred year living entombment. From there, Khepri's power served as emergency life support for Scarab until Harris Stone cracked the seal of his tomb (given that Khepri is notably the god of resurrection, so it stands to reason that Khepri's power could do that). Scarab then ate Stone's Ren (and possibly the rest of his soul) because he had lost his godsdamned mind in that tomb, which allowed Scarab to not only regain his sanity, but subsume Stone's identity and buy himself some more time.

Similarly, the Mummies are also powered by Khepri! You see, Khepri noticed Scarab stealing some of his power but was unable to directly interfere to take it back because he's part of Ra and Ra is busy 24/7 unfortunately. So when Rapses is reborn and Scarab tries to hunt the boy down again, Khepri sends a little of his power the Mummies' way to call them back from the Field of Reeds to redeem their lifetime's greatest failure. Hence their battle cry/incantation "With the Strength of Ra," because in this case, they literally were given power by Ra himself.

The Amulets are going to be Important Plot Points in my Season 2 as not only are they juiced by Khepri's power, but they're originally finely crafted magic items that each bear the blessing of an Egyptian deity. Ja-Kal's is Horus (obviously), Rath's is Wadjet, Armon's is Khnum, and Nefer-Tina's is Sekhmet (because really that makes more sense given Nefer-Tina's occupation as a warrior in service to the Pharaoh as Bastet seems to be more home-oriented) that gave them special abilities reflecting their patron deities. These powers are separate from the armor and weapons they wield in the modern day, which were gifts from Ra of the Dawn (aka, Khepri) as part of their revival. After season 1, the Mummies will be set on a quest to renew/re-earn the blessings of their patron gods so that their Amulets keep functioning properly. There's also going to be a bunch of others floating around that pop up for Plot Reasons.

Season 1 will be largely made up of the original episodes (though some of the original episodes will be in Season 2) and will be used to establish the world, the characters, mechanics and whatnot. Season 1 will also be largely defined by Presley's "refusal of the call" stage in his hero's journey, culminating in a two part finale where Presley can deny the truth of his situation no longer. Remember the eclipse in episode 4? That's a big part of my season 1 finale, as is that incredibly underutilized time Scarab impersonated Amenhotep.

Season 2 will have a few of the original episodes sprinkled in but will largely be my own original concepts. This season will be defined by Presley stepping into his role as Pharaoh and going around to get the favor and support of various gods in the pantheon. This will also be where the bulk of the Amulet Plot Line will be. The season finale's final battle will be set up as a mirror of the Season 1 finale but meant to showcase how far Presley has come from the defenseless kid he was in the first season.

Season 3 will be Scarab's third act breakdown and descent into madness as he stoops to consorting to Apep, the Chaos Serpent (also known more commonly as Apophis). Still noodling on what this will look like story-wise, but it's looking like it will feature a lot of the more primordial-leaning gods (Nuhn, Geb, Nut, etc) that were just casually dropped in the original series.

Walter, Elaine, and Amanda will also have larger roles! Walter will be experiencing most of the Mummy Nonsense from jump, serving the narrative role of being Presley's "non-chosen sidekick/best friend". Elaine, meanwhile, does not conveniently lose her memories and elbows her way into the plot (after learning an important lesson about the sanctity of secrets in situations where exposing the truth would put innocent people in danger). Hiding the Mummy Nonsense from Amanda will be a more deliberate effort for the first season as she will be investigating the events of the first episode to discover what really happened to her exhibit (and not conveniently oblivious to the Nonsense going on around her son), finding out the truth in the second season and helping from there to actively fight Scarab.

I'm also keeping Kimas because this is MY STORY and I WILL KEEP MY LITTLE GREMLIN SON IF I WANT!

The Original Episodes: What Will Stay, What Will Change, What Will Go

The Keep Category (i.e. These episodes will largely be unchanged except for some pacing and story details)

"Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra"; "The Bird Mummy of Alcatraz"; "Body Slam"; "The Egyp-Tsu Kid"; "Missing Ja-Kal"

The Change Category (i.e. episodes that will remain the same on core concept and story but the execution will be changed)

"Sleepwalking Like an Egyptian"; "Pack to the Future"; "Good Bye Mr. Cheops"; "Dead Man Walking"; "Miscast"; "Ghouls' Gold"; "Pepped With Good Intention"; "Object of His Affections"; "My Dad the Hero"; "Family Feud Parts 1 - 3"

The Scrap Category (i.e. episodes that are either "completely scrapped" or "scrapped for parts," the latter will be bolded)

"Kid Scarab"; "Dr. Jekyl & Mr. Huxley"; "The Gift of Geb"; "High Nuhn"; "Water, Water, Everywhere"; "Honey I Shrunk the Mummies"; "Who's Who?"; "We've Got One"; "Show Me the Mummy"; "Sleight of Hand"; "Tempting Offer"

The Overhaul Category (i.e. the "Change" category but on steroids)

"Paws"; "The Curse of Sekhmet"; "Loss of Face"; "The Prince & The Presley"; "Dog Bites Mummy"; "Reunion"; "The Face in the Mirror"; "A Dark & Shrieky Night"; "Monster Truck Mania"; "Tree O'Clock Rock"; "True Believer"; "Desert Chic"

The Undecided Category (i.e. episodes that I haven't decided what to do with yet)

"Married to the Geb"; "Eye of the Beholder"

Character Profiles: The Mummies

Ja-Kal:

Amenhotep's second cousin, a hunter he holds in high regard for his loyalty and general level-headedness, as well as his skill with a bow. He lived a humble but comfortable life with his wife, Tia, when Ja-Kal was asked by Amenhotep to lead the Prince's personal guard. When asked, Amenhotep said he wanted his son to be surrounded by people Amenhotep knew he could trust with the boy's safety.

Was given the Falcon Amulet of Horus as a sign of the Pharaoh's trust and favor. The Amulet expanded upon his already impressive skills as a hunter by endowing Ja-Kal with intuitive knowledge of his environment and the terrain as well as the power to see in total darkness.

He's duty-driven and loyal, but also longs to be a good father and husband, though he struggles to find a balance between his duty to the Pharaoh and his duty to his wife. In fact, when his son was born about a year before Scarab carried out his scheme, Ja-Kal nearly resigned from his post as the leader of the Prince's guard so that he could devote his full attention and energy to his family, because Ja-Kal knew that between his family and the Prince, the Prince was bound to take precedence and he didn't want to do that to his wife and son. Tia convinced him otherwise.

Ja-Kal still somehow equates all of his life advice to hunting metaphors.

Ja-Kal has a younger brother, Arakh, with whom he has a tense relationship. Between the two, Ja-Kal always had an easier time finding success and Arakh grew to resent Ja-Kal for it.

Rath:

A scientist, swordsman, and mage all in one, and immensely proud of that fact. Initially, he was brought on to be Prince Rapses' tutor when the boy was about five. Even after he became an official guardian, Rath's primary role in Prince Rapses' life was that of a tutor, though after the incident that led to Rath becoming a guardian, he was permitted by Amenhotep to school Rapses in the art of magic.

Rath proved himself an effective guardian when a mystic threat posed a danger to Rapses and Rath disposed of it by his own skill. As a symbol of his position, he was given the Cobra Amulet of Wadjet, which gives him a venomous bite and the ability to temporarily transform his head into that of a cobra (you know, that thing he does like...once, in episode one).

Rath is kind of arrogant but smart enough that he almost earns the right to be that smug. He lords it over his fellow guardians and adults but still demonstrates a great deal of patience with those under his tutelage. While Rath is a genius and he knows it, he also understands that there is much more for him to learn. The biggest difference between the canon!Rath and the one I will write is that Rath will not be as dismissive of new advances in sciences.

Before Rath was the Prince's tutor and guard, he was a research partner with Chantra, a sorceress whose skill with magic easily matched his own. Together they devised a powerful new method of spell casting that could draw power from gods and living souls directly and without incantation or permission. Rath was more interested in this concept in the theoretical, whereas Chantra always pushed to apply it despite its dangerous and heretical nature when used straight.

Armon:

The first to be part of Rapses' personal guard, Armon was a renowned warrior who served Amenhotep in one of his many campaigns to Nubia, even losing his right arm defending him. Up until Rapses' birth, Armon was part of Amenhotep's personal guard and they were even on friendly terms. There are some stories that say that Armon was one of the first people the Pharaoh let hold his newborn son, which only lend credence to the rumors of Armon and Amenhotep's close friendship.

Unique to the other guardians, Armon was given the Ram Amulet of Khnum following his discharge from the Pharaoh's army and acceptance into the Pharaoh's personal guard (and later into the Prince's). This was done as a way for Armon's valorous actions in defense of his Pharaoh to be honored. The Ram Amulet allows Armon to walk freely over all terrain, including water.

As a warrior, Armon is an exceptional fighter with or without his right arm. He's skilled in wielding all sorts of weapons but Armon truly excels in hand-to-hand combat due to his raw strength and his skill in wielding that same strength, even against opponents stronger or larger than he is.

Compared to Rath, Armon is not especially book smart, but he's by no means stupid. More academic subjects go over his head sometimes, but out of all the guardians, Armon understands and reads people the best, spotting things others might miss or asking questions that may have been overlooked. (Armon was the first to grow suspicious of Scarab, sensing his ill-intent and underlying resentment towards the Pharaoh)

Armon's love of food stems from being the son of a royal chef and he has a long mental list of recipes he learned from his mother (who is said royal chef).

Nefertina:

(I'm not opposed to changing her name because the "tina" bit really feels like Western writers trying to signal to the Western audience that she's a woman. I haven't figured an alternative out yet, so I'll continue calling her "Nefertina")

Now, in my telling, Nefertina never hid her gender because as it turns out, ancient Egypt wasn't quite as sexist as modern interpretations might portray (this isn't to say that it was free of sexism entirely, as women were barred from certain professions, like being a soldier and posts of great and overt political power, but it wasn't as restrictive as we might imagine). Still, Nefertina was a bit of a stand out because women weren't warriors in any capacity, but she was more interested in chariot driving than combat anyway, so that didn't bother her much. Given my research, it's pretty doubtful that women were barred point blank from driving chariots (though the Pharaoh's chariot specifically may have been a stretch for anyone other than the Queen, but sources are unclear). Still, regardless of whether or not she was allowed to do the things she wanted, Nefertina was no push over and had plenty of fighting spirit.

Initially Nefertina was a lady-in-waiting to the Queen, but gained favor from the Pharaoh after she successfully defended the Queen and a three-year-old Prince Rapses from an attempted assassination with little more than a footstool and a hair pin, giving the Queen time to escape with her son and raise the alarm. As a reward for her courage, Nefertina was given the chance to take up a position in the Prince's personal guard, gaining the Lion Amulet of Sekhmet as a sign of favor, and unilateral permission to drive whatever chariots she wanted whenever she wanted.

Nefertina is a talented tactician who uses her environment and cunning to her advantage while also using pure strength and blunt tactics. However, her youth and inexperience compared to the other guardians often leads Nefertina to take a "brawler approach" over a strategic one even though she does have the talent for it. She's something of a wild card, as likely to use a clever trick with her environment as she is to pick up the nearest blunt (or sharp) object and go to town.

Nefertina is hot-headed and passionate. She often feels she needs to earn her place/prove herself amongst her older male comrades and this can lead her to get a bit defensive in the face of judgement. Which is a little silly when put against the fact that Nefertina regularly serves as Ja-Kal's second in command (and also as his lancer from a meta-narrative perspective), filling in for the leader in blue when he's unavailable.

So, essentially, the order in which the Mummies joined the Prince's personal guard goes as follows: Armon, Ja-Kal, Nefertina, Rath.

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Next post will be an episode-by-episode guide for what my seasons will look like. I'll probably only do Seasons 1 and 2 for now because Season 3 is still largely blank, but I will welcome any questions on this :)

[isupportzaynxliamxziam]

Thursday, 27 June 2013

The boys have the day off so Liam and Louis go to Smith Haven Mall in long Island, where they get spotted

Accompanied by Zayn, they also go to the tattoo shop as Liam gets I figured it out tattooed in a curve beneath the feather.  It’s a lyrics from an upcoming One Direction-song You & I

During the same session, he also gets some Egyptian hieroglyphics tattooed.  It feature rudimentary images of four animals: a lion, feather, bird and owl.  According to some sources the ink stands for his name

credits: owner of the photos

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

I think I've mentioned it once or twice but Muro has tattoos! I haven't fully planned them out tho [stretch marks are higher on the list, as is finally nailing down his features] which is why I haven't drawn them.

He has two groups: ones she got as Celia aka pre 19 and ones he got after that. The first group are all tattered, his rapid growth and subsequent stretch marks breaking up the skin the tattoos were on- which is good in a way bc it's harder to match them to Celias tats.

The main tat I have figured out is one that all the people in their little sub group- the neutral faction in their year 'lead' by Tesoro that has all the girls and Conficcare- bar Tesoro have. The story is one of the street dogs was notorious for being small yet extremely vicious, one day someone checked the sex and it was a bitch- this drew comparisons to the group and got them the nickname of the [insert street name] street bitches [im not creative but neither are teen boys] and one time they all decided to get a tattoo of that dogs bite pattern as a symbol of loyalty together.

Most of them make sure to cover theirs up as adults- not by getting a new tattoo but covering it with clothes. Cherry is the only one who doesn't as she doesn't obscure where she's from.

Given I'm solidifying Paula as Egyptian, I have a few ideas for an Arabic script tattoo to do with gold & silver- can't wait to explain that to my mum when I ask to borrow her Arabic textbooks. It's widely considered haram but Paula was a Catholic Egyptian [and not very adherent] though I still want to do some research beyond all the million articles about meaningful Arabic tattoos that act like it's something exotic not just another language

Muro won't have lots of tattoos- his skin is mostly scar tissue at this point and given how when overwhelmed with projectiles Human Algebra often fails to redirect them before the break the skin, a large tattoos is likely to just get ruined- but he has a few sentimental ones

[He has a pretty small dog rose somewhere, potentially by the bite tattoo, and Elena is never to find out about it]

[aff1uence]

𓏲   *   (  oliver  jackson-cohen,  cis  man,  he/him  )   ⸺   pictures  of  DYLAN  CHRISTOPHER  KHOURI  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  a  photograph  of  him  looking  attractively  photogenic  being  rescued  from  a  hostage  situation  going  viral  —  i'm  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  precisely  coiffed  hair,  mixture  of  military  clothing  in  the  field  and  suits  in  the  studio,  i'm  not  surprised  to  hear  that  they  are  considered  part  of  the  NOUVEAU  RICHES.  after  35  years,  they've  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  brave  than  coarse,  but  their  critics  say  that  they're  more  haunted  than  gallant  when  they  aren't  too  busy  capitalising  on  the  events  that  cause  him  to  lose  sleep  every  night  ;  cooking  elaborate  meals  for  himself  alone  ;  photographing  animals  in  the  park.  when  they  aren't  occupied  with  their  work  as  a  journalist  /  former  war  correspondent,  they've  been  sighted  taking  pottery  classes.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  HERCULES  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──

GENERAL DETAILS.

full  name:   dylan  christopher isaac  khouri .  nickname(s):   d .  dyl .  age:  thirty5 .  date  of  birth:   4th  of  april ,  1988 .  place  of  birth:   lismore ,  australia .  current  location:   soho ,  new  york  city .  ethnicity:   jewish  australian  egyptian .  gender:   cis  man .  pronouns:   he / him .  sexual  orientation:   heterosexual .   romantic orientation:   heteroromantic .  relationship  status:  single .  religion:   not  religious .  occupation:   journalist / podcaster ,  former  war  correspondent .  education:   master  of  arts  in  journalism  from  murdoch university .  accent:   mild  australian .  spoken  languages:   english  ( native ) ,  italian  ( fluent ) ,  arabic  ( fluent ) .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim:   oliver  jackson - cohen .  hair  colour  and  style:   straight  dirty  blonde ,  a  textured  crew  cut  with  low  fade .  eye  colour:   blueish  green .  height:   6  ft  3 .  tattoos:   none  currently .  none:   none .  clothing  style:   street  style ,  jeans ,  neutral - toned  tops ,  leather  jackets .  distinguishing  features:   various  small  scars  across  his  body .  including  a  recently  healed  gash  from  his  hairline  to  just  above  his  left  eyebrow .  signature  scent:   tom  ford ,  oud  wood .

HEALTH.

mental  disorder(s):   ptsd ,  anger  management  issues .  physical  disorder(s):   a  busted  shoulder ,  permanent  hearing  damage  ( 30%  loss  in  left  ear ,  10%  loss  in  right  ear ) .  allergies:   none .  sleeping  habits:   night  owl ,  sleeps  approx.  4 - 5  hours  each  night ,  has  night  terrors .  eating  habits:   omnivore .  sociability:   extrovert .  addictions:   alcohol  dependency .  drug  use:   weed ,  party  drugs  such  as  mdma occasionally .  alcohol  use:   daily ,  gets  drunk  twice  a  week  minimum  when  not  working .

PERSONALITY.

label(s):   hercules .  positive  traits:   brave ,  gallant ,  generous ,  sociable ,  protective .  negative  traits:   haunted ,  selfish ,  coarse ,  noncommittal ,  stubborn .  likes:   working  out ,  clubbing ,  photography ,  writing ,  hanging  with  the  boys ,  flirting .  dislikes:   conferences ,  being  fussed  over ,  confronting  his  feelings ,  country  music .  fears:   small  spaces .  goals  and  ambitions:   to  shed  a  light  on  the  cruelties  of  war .  astrology:   aries  ( sun ) ,  scorpio  ( moon ) ,  leo  ( rising ) .  moral  alignment:   lawful  neutral . element:   fire .  primary  vice:   pride .  primary  virtue:   charity .

BIOGRAPHY.

dylan  grew  up  in  australia ,  with  his  mother  grace  and  his  father  rowland  isaac .  most  of  their  life  revolved  around  rowland's  job  –  a  military  man .  they  moved  around  often  when  dylan  was  young .  his  father  was  the  person  he  admired  most  and  he  planned  to  follow  in  his  footsteps .  the  signs  of  the  horrors  of  war  were  there ,  but  a  young  impressionable  mind  convinced  itself  that  it  was  to  be  expected  and  that  it  was  a  badge  of  honour .  when  his  little  sister  was  born ,  things  settled  a  bit  more .  they  stopped  moving  as  often ,  allowing  dylan  to  make  friends  while  the  family  was  slowly  starting  to  crumble .  rowland  was  struggling  more  and  more  with  what  he  had  seen  in  active  duty ,  often  having  periods  where  he  did  not  understand  where  he  was  or  who  was  around  him .  more  often ,  grace  would  leave  the  house  for  the  night  and  leave  dylan  and  gwyn  alone  with  rowland .  although  dylan  always  empathised  with  his  father  for  what  he  had  gone  through ,  his  post  traumatic  stress  was  escalating  into  more  than  just  night  terrors .  the  violent  outbursts  became  a  regular  occurrence  and  dylan  often  felt  responsible  for  ensuring  the  safety  of  his  little  sister  and  himself . 

approaching  his  high  school  graduation ,  dylan  initially  did  not  want  to  go  to  university .  he  considered  finding  a  job  locally ,  perhaps  working  for  a  gym ,  so  he  could  stay  home  and  keep  an  eye  on  the  family .  after  much  convincing  from  his  both  his  parents ,  he  ended  up  enrolling  at  the  university  of  queensland  for  a  bachelor  in  political  science  in  brisbane .

the  day  before  he  left  for  university ,  his  mother  pulled  him  aside  and  dropped  a  bombshell  on  him .  rowland  was  not  his  father .  his  father  was  a  man  by  the  name  of  haim  khouri  –  an  egyptian  businessman  she  had  met  in  italy  in  a  whirlwind  romance ,  when  she  and  rowland  had  already  been  together  for  a  while .  grace  made  him  swear  he  would  not  tell  rowland ,  fearing  for  his  mental  state .  so ,  dylan  kept  the  secret  from  rowland  and  from  his  sister . 

while  at  university  he  contacted  with  his  biological  father .  he  even  flew  out  to  tunisia ,  his  current  home ,  to  meet  him .  dylan  learnt  arabic ,  craving  to  have  a  closer  connection  to  his  paternal  side  as  he  heard  the  struggles  rowland  continued  to  endure .  after  his  bachelor  in  political  science ,  he  followed  it  up  with  a  masters'  in  journalism  at  murdoch  university  in  perth ,  unsure  what  he  wanted  in  life .  following  graduation ,  he  started  work  as  a  political  journalist  in  brisbane ,  first  written  correspondence ,  then  as  a  field  reporter  for  a  local  news  programme .  he  travelled  all  around  australia  and  didn't  get  to  visit  home  as  often  anymore .  however ,  just  after  gwyn's  16th  birthday ,  he  travelled  home  only  to  find  it  in  chaos  and  his  little  sister  covered  in  blood  and  rowland  dead  on  the  floor .

a  lot  changed  after  that .  the  case  was  dropped  and  him ,  gwyn  –  now  florence  –  and  grace  moved  to  the  us .  he  continued  his  journalism  career ,  actively  pursuing  a  path  towards  war  correspondence .  he  had  seen  how  much  war  impacted  those  around  him ,  and  studying  politics  and  international  relations ,  he  knew  that  he  needed  to  report  on  it .  not  long  after  the  move ,  he  was  off  again ,  running  around  active  warzones  and  photographing  and  reporting  on  them  for  cnn . 

late  march  2023 ,  dylan  did  not  make  his  scheduled  call .  it  took  48  more  hours  before  he  was  reported  as  missing .  the  envoy  he  had  been  travelling  in  was  stopped  for  what  was  initially  thought  to  be  a  routine  check .  instead ,  he  had  found  the  barrel  of  a  gun  pressed  to  the  back  of  his  head  and  he  was  escorted  away  by  a  terror  organisation .  he  was  not  alone .  two  fellow  correspondents ,  one  from  the  bb c,  one  independent  reporter  from  germany ,  were  also  captured .  the  first  few  months ,  they  were  used  as  a  pawn  in  negotiations  with  the  reporters'  respective  home  countries  and  countries  of  employment .  he  was  kept  in  relatively  comfortable  conditions .  his  captors  demanded  supplies ,  then  money ,  then  weapons .  the  list  never  ended  and  demands  became  too  outrageous .  by  the  time  august  rolled  around ,  it  had  been  claimed  that  all  three  of  them  had  been  assassinated .  the  governments  were  only  able  to  confirm  the  deaths  of  the  english  and  german  reporter  due  to  footage  appearing  on  the  dark  web .  in  reality ,  they  kept  him  around  and  alive  just  for  the  fun  of  torturing  him .

early  october ,  months  after  the  outcries  for  dylan's  release  had  died  down  and  the  news  had  moved  on ,  though  contact  had  remained  between  the  australian  government ,  united  states  government  and  the  terrorists  under  the  radar ,  the  home  he'd  been  kept  in  was  raided  and  he  was  released .  on  his  way  out ,  looking  rather  worse  for  wear ,  one  of  his  colleagues  from  the  cnn  captured  a  photo  of  him .  it  went  viral ,  not  because  he  had  been  presumed  dead ,  but  because  despite  his  injuries ,  despite  his  worsened  physical  and  mental  state ,  he  looked  attractive  in  the  candid  photo  and  the  internet  went  wild . 

since  his  reappearance ,  he  has  been  involved  in  talk  shows ,  podcasts &  radio  shows .  he  has  yet  to  see  a  therapist ,  despite  the  horrors  he  now  continues  to  relive  nightly .

[gust-jar-simulator]

I have written too many posts referencing goth Vio and not enough posts actually describing goth Vio. I should fix this.

I need everyone to know that Red is really supportive the entire time, drags Blue into it, and Blue and Vio 100% do the lesbians-doing-their-makeup straddle pose thing at least once. Blue is the best at eyeliner and he is personally offended if one of his counterparts has uneven wings when he is Right There and could have just done it in the first place.

Eyeliner is not a common makeup practice in Hyrule, it is extremely Gerudo, so we’re off to a great start actually. While the mines we know about in-game are mostly connected to Mt. Crenel, volcanoes in general, etc, given the blatant Egyptian references with the Gerudo (pyramids) as well as the general theme of making them Pretty Ladies, they deserve to have makeup and the mineral resources for it.

(I have vague thoughts about the Goddess of the Sands as a kind of Hathor/Sekhmet figure, but that’s irrelevant here)

I tend to base a lot of fashion and culture ideas in the Minish Cap era on Scotland/Ireland/Wales, though I think the climate in that version of Hyrule is a lot warmer considering the proximity of Mt. Crenel and the Desert of Doubt, so maybe a bit more like Galicia in Spain? I’m getting sidetracked.

When I think about dressing Vio, I tend to automatically fall back on archers and archery garb throughout history. Archers were an insane tactical advantage, particularly on horseback, so pants would be my go-to. Heeled boots were also useful to give you an advantage when standing in the stirrups, actually. Overall the boys seem to hoof it everywhere, pardon the pun, but in places like France heels were adopted so nobles could be a little taller than everyone else. In Ancient Greece they were used to denote the most important actors on a stage.

I’m getting sidetracked again. Point is, Vio in heels would be fun, but to be honest I could see Legend wearing them more often. Sometimes Time. And Twilight. That’s what cowboy boots are, you know.

Back on topic, Vio has the advantage of being able to make his own jewelry. Drawing wire in particular takes a kind of focus Blue may or may not have, and that’s not even getting into the detail work. Plus, as evidenced by BOTW, it’s good for enchantments. Considering Vio’s fanon fixation on dark magic, I could definitely see him experimenting with earrings that shield you from sunlight, or light magic in general, for whenever he finally resurrects his boyfriend. Vio quickly starts becoming extremely pale after that because he keeps forgetting to take the earrings off (they’re dark and cold and feel a little familiar, he doesn’t want to).

In that same vein of thought, I am genuinely not sure if whatever his body is made of can take tattoos, or how it would work when they recombine, but if you’re going to research necromancy you might as well tattoo ancient and ominous runes on yourself the same way you inscribe them into jewelry. Why augment items when you can augment yourself? They’d have to be carefully chosen and very carefully done, mathematically precise, but Vio’s up to the research necessary to make his own body into a conduit for dark magic. Considering the major sources of darkness in LOZ are the Gerudo and the Sheikah (and the Twili who might be both), the aesthetic is probably unmatched too.

I definitely think he’s got a little ruler tattooed on his finger specifically to make sure he gets his summoning circles right.

Depending on how you want to write the rules of necromancy his clothes could go a few ways, but I’ve been rolling around the Egyptian idea of no materials from the dead. No leather boots, for example, because you don’t want to offend the spirits by bringing the unclean presence of death before them, etc. If we want to get really wild with it, I would love to play with the idea of Vio doing some magic experiments buck naked just to remove that variable altogether. There are a few reasons to do something like that- respectfully showing you’re of lower status than whatever you’re summoning, an attempt to be more in tune with the nature around you, so on. There is some comedy potential for Green walking into the basement, seeing Vio naked and covered in runes, and walking right back out.

While the Era of Light probably doesn’t have a convenient goth scene or even a decently moody bar, I feel like I would be doing a disservice to the subculture if I didn’t mention music. Music is a massive part of the Legend of Zelda experience, and an argument could be made that raw magic- and the ancient language of the gods themselves- might be music. In English, the words incant and enchant both have their roots in the Latin incantare, “to sing”. In Skyward Sword, Fi sings, and both of the sword spirits seem to dance to channel magic. Don’t get me started on Ocarina of Time.

As such, no decent aspiring necromancer worth their salt could neglect the possibility that an understanding of music, particularly funerary songs and the like, might help in resurrecting a dead boyfriend. If there is a spiritual aspect to burial, surely there is an equal and opposite spiritual aspect to unburial. Given how I tend to utilize Gaelic mythology when I think about Minish Cap, there’s topics like the banshee caoine to consider. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Gerudo had professional mourners. Vio is 100% experimenting with the technical side of writing music for ritual purposes and simultaneously writing little heartfelt pieces to go with the grief-filled love poems in the back of his journal that no one gets to read.

That’s all I have for now, but there will be more.

[niigata-division]

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.”

Introduction

Lyall Shiba, also known as Corvus in rap battles, is a homicide detective for the Niigata Police Department and is considered one of their best despite his age. A once famous model and actor, everything changed for Lyall when he had a run-in with “The Sweetheart Killer” and became the only one to ever survive him. Now, after discovering that the person who attempted to kill him is participating in the DRB, Lyall has convinced his boss, Seiji Tsukimoto, to let him join his team. 

Lyall is a tall man in his early 20s with a lean figure and is considered extremely handsome. He has slightly wavy black hair that stops at the base of his neck and right swept bangs covering his forehead. His eyes are bright turquoise and are hidden behind a pair of round black rim glasses. A notable trait of his are the multiple track marks on his arms from his drug addict days. He also has several tattoos across his body. 

He usually wears a white button-up shirt, a black dress tie with a silver lion pin in the middle, and a dark blue vest. He also wears black dress pants and black dress shoes. For accessories, he wears a pair of silver studs and a silver watch on his right wrist. 

Outside of work, Lyall dresses in something completely different. He goes for a more goth style with a black long sleeved button shirt, black skinny jeans, a black corset, a leather harness around his legs, and black combat boots with belts. He also exchanges his glasses for contacts and wears heavy black mascara and dark blue lipstick. For accessories, he wears a necklace with a silver ankh hanging from it, a black studded choker, several silver rings on both hands, and multiple silver piercings across his face and ears. His lion pin is also now moved to his shirt collar.

Name Meanings

Shiba (志波) - Willful Wave

Lyall - “Wolf”

Aliases

Pretty Boy, Handsome, Heartbreaker, etc.

“Japan’s Former It Boy”

Rookie, Kid, Newbie, etc. - Seiji 

Uncle - Yaeka & Sara 

“Ly-chan” 

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 24

Birthday -  January 21st

Ethnicity - Half Japanese, Half Canadian 

Hair Color -  Black (Dyed)

Eye Color - Turquoise

Height -  192cm / 6’3

Weight -  170lbs / 77kg

Star Sign - Aquarius

Piercings -  Lobes, Helix, Industrial, Tragus, Conch, Bellybutton, Eyebrow, Snake Bites, Labret, Nostril, Septum, Tongue, Nipples, Prince Albert

Markings - Multiple stab wounds across his chest and abdomen, Scar running down his sternum, Multiple track marks on both his arms, The phases of the moon down his spine, A raven on his left shoulder, a death tarot card on his right forearm, The phrase “He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence” down his left rib cage, the Egyptian god Anubis on his right thigh, Eye of Horus on his left ankle 

Family 

Father 

Mother  

Twin Sister 

Pet Owl 

Voiced By - BewhY (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - Corvus 

Occupation - Homicide Detective 

Division - Niigata

Team - Valor Guard

Position - 2nd Member 

Favorite Food - Brown Maple Syrup 

Least Favorite Food - Oysters 

Likes - Literature, Poetry, The Occult, Egyptian Mythology

Dislikes - Touya Kisaragi, Drugs, His Chest Pains, His fangirls bothering him during work

Hypnosis Microphone

Lyall’s Microphone takes the form of a metallic black stand with silver swirls engraved on it, sitting where the mic should be is a dark blue crystal crescent moon with a silver wing sprouting from the side. In the middle of the crescent is a piezoelectric-style mic. 

His Speaker takes the shape of a gold and black statue of the Egyptian god Anubis. In their left hand is a golden spear, while in their right they’re holding a set of golden scales in front of him. Both sides of the scales have a circular speaker on them with one side of the scales higher than the other.

His rap ability, Cursed Bond, allows him to be bonded with his opponent, and if he is knocked out, his opponent is forcibly knocked out along with him.

Lyall’s rap centers about how we should honor the dead and that we should strive to never forget them. He raps about how he’ll never rest until he can give closure to the families whose loved ones have been brutally murdered. He also raps about the occult often making reference to imagery related to death. 

Personality

Lyall is known to be quite flirtatious and confident, with many falling for his charms and a smooth way of talking. Well aware of his good looks, Lyall is not above using them to get information out of people. He is also quite intelligent, using his unmatched intuition and sharp observation skills to see through everybody, a skill he uses to his advantage. 

Lyall is extremely obsessed determined to solve his cases, going as far as to twist and even straight-up break laws at times. He is under of the opinion, that why should it matter as long as he can provide some sort of closure to the families of his victims. Even if it means getting in trouble with his supervisors. Lyall also is also quite empathetic and often thinks of other people's feelings, and, in some cases, he has been known to conceal facts to spare people from being scarred by the ugly truth.

However, underneath his charming smile, Lyall suffers from extreme guilt. Even now, Lyall doesn't understand why he of all people survived the Sweetheart Killer. It eats at him, with Lyall in the past even going as far as abusing drugs to ignore how he felt. Now, after learning that Touya Kisaragi has been allowed to roam free, Lyall can't help but feel something new. Revenge. Lyall can feel it festering within him. He can't help but want vengeance against the person who tried to kill him and who killed so many others, even if it means throwing everything else in his life away. 

Background

In a separate post coming soon. 

Trivia

Lyall has a fondness for poetry and, in particular, for William Blake. 

Lyall has a pet Eurasian owl named Isis. He found her as an abandoned chick and nursed her back to health.

Lyall is quite fond of the occult and has several items connected to it in his house.  

Lyall is fluent in Japanese, English, and French.

Lyall is a pagan and is an active practitioner of witchcraft.

Lyall occasionally suffers severe pain from his scars but refuses to take medication for it. 

Lyall used to suffer from a pretty bad drug addiction, but he's been sober for a few years. He completely avoids painkillers now, even if it means being in agonizing pain. 

As of October 9th, 2024, Lyall has been in an official relationship with both Kaoru Shinozaki of Edogawa and Joey Kurusu of Kanazawa.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 572, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1210

“Peter!” I called out as a beat up dark navy blue Volkswagen pulled into the driveway. “I think Jackie is here!”

It was December nineteenth, and my little sister was to arrive at the Ratajczyk household to take pictures of the family for Christmas. Adam had dropped the twins off the night before and James dropped little girl off the afternoon before. Needless to say, there wasn’t a quiet room anywhere in the house.

I opened the front door just as Jackie reached it, ushering her inside and taking her coat and scarf to hang up in the coat closet while she kicked off her shoes and stashed them into the shoe chubby by the front door.

“Hey, MC!” she greeted me, bending to give Daisy all the pets and ear scratches that the now ninety six pound dog deserved.

Primrose skidded into the room just then, barreling over to Jackie before shoving Daisy out of the way and demanding love from the kneeling woman with a chittering purr, relaxing into a limp puddle as she received all the love.

“Auntie Jack Jack!” screamed little girl, racing over towards her aunt and knocking her over in a tackling hug. This only encouraged Baby Tommy and Baby Noah to join in with the attack on one Jaquelynn Elenora Lindsey. Jackie had changed her last name shortly after our sperm doner married his gold digging bitch of a wife, not wanting to associate herself with such a disgusting, perverse pairing.

All seven of my older brothers changed their last names too- Adam and the twins adopted Anna surname before marriage, Benjimen decided on Johnson, Caleb changed his name to Julie’s last name, Daniel decided on Williams, Ephriam changed his last name to his husband’s before marriage, Frankie boy claimed Moore, and Gideon decided on Maddison as his new last name.

Sammi had long since legally changed her name to Samantha Anne Heart to fit with her “professional slut” lifestyle. I greatly disapproved of her habit of finding a good dick while out at the grocery store picking up milk and eggs and then being fucked within an inch of her life. She had been like this since her sweet sixteen birthday, where her gift to herself was losing her virginity with Travis Grey from the soccer team under the football bleachers at lunch.

Jackie was laughing as the babies were giggling- Baby Tommy and Baby Noah were each on an arm while little girl claimed her spot on Jackie’s chest. The picture was so sweet that I had to capture it on my cell phone for a rainy day.

“Uh oh,” meeped Baby Tommy with a funny look on his chubby man face.

Sure enough…

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Jackie automatically began to hack as Katie swooped down to the rescue, plucking up her little brother and whisking him off to go pay a visit to the potty.

Sammi began to crack up, having been in the sunroom, reading a book on Egyptian history that I had loaned her.

“Mommy, Baa bee Tom Tom got a sinky butt!” Baby Noah bemoaned, rolling off from Jackie’s arm and onto the carpeted hardwood floor. He looked up at the ceiling, softly babbling to himself as he kicked his feet rhythmically.

“Yes he sure does!” Sammi was cackling as little girl began to poke at Jackie’s face, just being absolutely utterly adorable (same as usual)

“Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE

“BOO!” Jackie shouted all of a sudden, making little girl jump three feet into the air before bursting into messy tears.

“Don’ cwy liddle gurl!” Baby Noah shot his aunt a dirty look. “Auntie Jack Jack pooh pooh head!”

“Ah, but of course Auntie Jackie has contracted the pooh pooh head virus!” I said in a teasing tone of voice, bursting into an amused cackle at the look she gave me.

“Ha ha ha, very funny MC,” she grouched as she collected her bag, taking out her camera and fitting a lenses to it.

“Hey, Baby Noah said it first- not me!” I ratted him out, pushing my lips out into a dramatic pout as Peter came in from the basement, where he had been busing changing the oil in the Doom Buggy 3.0. “Besides, you know me- outrageously dramatic and I don’t care!”

“You’re exhausting,” Jackie grumbled. “Plain and simple.”

I was quiet and she began to snap pictures of the family-

Little girl, Baby Tommy and Baby Noah looking outside at the thick layer of snow that covered everything.

Elizabeth and Katie building a blanket fort out from the dining room table.

Peter walking around the house, giving the Ratajczyk triplets skin to skin.

Baby Eve crawling around and pulling herself up to stand on wobbly feet.

Isabelle making her infamous crock pot hot cocoa and adding cinnamon and whipped cream to her mug.

Peter kissing me under a branch of mistletoe that he held over the both of us.

DING DONG

DING DONG

DING DONG

“I got it!” Sammi called out, going to open the front door. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m sorry, but something just came up at work and I really need to drop Baby Kit off for a few hours,” I heard Walter saying as I peeled myself away from my husband’s smoldering eyes and electrifying kisses and snuck up behind my baby sister. “I called Peter’s cell phone, but I kept reaching voicemail.”

“It’s fine-” I told him, screaming when Sammi yelped at my sudden appearance before bursting into wild cackling. “It’s fine, you can leave her here. But my younger sister, Jackie, is taking pictures of the Ratajczyk family for Christmas.”

“LIDDLE GIRL!” screamed Baby Kit, peeling away from her father and racing to leap onto little girl with a gleeful screech.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand… the circle of babies is at long last completed!” I giggled as Baby Mattie began to fuss, clearly wanting some mommy milk.

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13 State of Possession

Previous Chapter 

I realized quickly that I was not going to get through this book very fast. So, I decided that I would need to read only the relevant parts of the chapters. I skimmed the index and got to work happily finding the information I was looking for. Set was certainly a rebellious Egyptian God. His original reign was over the desert, storms, disorder, and warfare. I wondered if this was why I enjoyed rain and storms, glancing at the tattoo on my wrist. Later in the New Kingdom Set was considered a maker of discord and strife, identical to my namesake, Eris. Some of the pharaohs even used him in their names, such as Seti I, Seti II, and Setnakht. They thought of him as the protector of Ra, God of the Sun, the creator himself. Ra had gifted Set a dagger, which was in two pieces. One part is a ruby representing everlasting health. The other was obvious to protect Ra. He used this in his many endeavors such as one of the times he killed Apopis the enemy of Ra. Later when the Europeans invaded Egypt Set was an outcast from the pantheon, thus making Set the new and more powerful enemy of Ra. This changed everyone’s view of him, merging him with Apopis. Thus the ruby and dagger took on a different meaning, darkness, which is how he ended up recruiting Ahmanet.

I sighed, knowing this information was not as comforting as I would have thought it to be. But I was glad to have the knowledge, I closed the book and put it back inside my bag. I closed my eyes thinking about the goddess, Eris. She was the child of Zeus and Hera. She mostly just loved mischief, I remembered a story that used to be told to me at the orphanage, she wasn’t invited to a wedding, but she showed up anyway. When at the after party she threw a golden apple with the words ‘for the most beautiful’ into the crowd, Aphrodite, Athena, and Hera all thought it was for them. This caused some issues between the three as Eris had hoped. Paris, the prince of Troy, offered to help them end the argument by being the decision-breaker. Each goddess tried to bribe him, Hera with power, Athena with wisdom, and Aphrodite with the most beautiful woman in the mortal world. Obviously, Aphrodite won. However, the woman she promised him was already married. Her husband wanting revenge for Paris stealing his wife, started a war to get her back. This became known as the Trojan War, which lasted 10 years.

Now for the last to ponder, Ahmanet. Power-hungry, much like Athena, on a quest to get exactly what she wants. She had even killed her family to reach immortality and greatness. But with a few wrong steps with those smarter than her, Set in particular, she let her desires cloud her judgment. She then became all-powerful, but before that transformation could be complete she was captured and mummified alive. Now she needed me to complete that task for Set to live in a mortal body.

“Oh hey, Winston.” Rick’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts about Ahmanet. I looked over my shoulder, seeing him walking towards us with Winston trailing behind him.

“You know O’Connell, ever since the end of the Great War there hasn’t been a single challenge worthy of a man like me.” I heard him babble, he normally gave this speech when he was inebriated.

“Yeah? Well, we all got our little problems today don’t we Winston?” Rick pulled out the chair next to me as he replied, flicking Jon’s ear to get his attention. The only way to shut Winston up was to get him through his memories as quickly as possible. Rick and I were all too familiar with this. He was one of the first people Rick introduced me to when we had first arrived in Egypt. Jon poured Rick a shot as I finished off my drink setting it down on the bar, gesturing for the barkeep to get me another.

“I just wish I could’ve chucked it in with the others and gone down in flame and glory instead of sitting around here rotting of boredom and booze.” Winston finished up his story, patting the boys on the back. He really needed a hobby other than sitting around and drinking. I could visibly see Rick’s annoyance set in. He looked as if he was ready to call it a day but knew there was more to be done.

“Oh well, back to the airfield.” Winston let out a laugh spinning around and leaving us alone.

“Tell me, has your sister always been?” Rick started to ask Jon, shot in hand ready to throw it back. I received my drink, thanking the man and giving him a bill to pay.

“Oh yes always.” He answered Rick’s question before hearing anything else. I started sipping my refill.

“Well we’re all packed up but the damn boat doesn’t leave til tomorrow morning.” Henderson came up beside me and Jon putting his arm on the bar between us leaning towards me. I watched him closely, curious if we really needed to go through this again.

“Tail set firmly between your legs, I see,” Jon replied to him, sarcastically. I mean what really were they supposed to do, they thought they were going to die from opening the chest.

“Yeah you can talk, you don’t have some sacred walking corpse after you.” Henderson breathed out, confirming the fact that he was scared.

“Ah but we do have a thousand-year-old entity with us constantly and she’s a bore,” Jon replied, knowing that Henderson wouldn’t understand what he was getting at but I certainly did.

“Whoa, be careful, I’m doing my best over here to hold her but she’s a force to be reckoned with,” I warned Jon not to make Ahmanet upset, especially when I was continuing to mentally hold her in her place. But for some reason, it was more of a chore than it had been before, I felt a migraine coming on since I walked through the threshold to the bar and it was only getting worse as time went on. The thought of continually keeping her at bay was becoming less and less a reality.

“What’s he getting at?” He asked me flabbergasted at the thought.

“So uh, how’s your friend?” Rick asked Daniels who appeared next to him, both of us ignoring Henderson.

“He had his eyes and his tongue ripped out, how would you be?” He replied sullenly, not in the mood to converse about the pain his friend had gone through. We all spun around in our chairs watching the entrance to the bar, it really was a beautiful modern area for the time. It almost had a Moroccan theme with the fabrics that were hung to look like curtains, filling the space with earthly tones. The tiles that were embedded in the floor were a nice touch as well, lots of blues and whites. This bar was much better than the others I had been in while looking for Rick. There were some men in the corner sharing a hookah pipe passing it around, happily. Oh, to have no cares in the world right now.  

“Good luck boys.” The four of them clinked their shot glasses together and I with my gin and tonic. We drank to their luck and health getting away from Egypt still intact. Immediately when the drink hit my tastebuds I spat the liquid back out.

“Sweet Jesus tastes just like…” Henderson started.

“Blood.” Rick and I finished his thought, Rick dropping his glass on the floor as he looked at the fountain.

“And the rivers and waters of Egypt ran red and were as blood” Jon quoted the Bible.

“He’s here,” Rick whispered out and took off running in the opposite direction. I took off after him grabbing my bag.

“Rick, wait!!” I called after him, as I realized where he was going.

“Oh Evelyn…” He called her name in a sing-song voice, slowing down upon approaching her so he wouldn’t bulldoze her.

“Oh, so you’re still here?” She asked him, there was some tension here that I wanted no part in deciphering.

“We’ve got problems.” He told her just as a clap of thunder shook the complex. The rain started pouring and I felt queasy, staggering, attempting to get my balance back. I knew that this was no doubt what I had been feeling earlier with the migraine. It felt as if the world was on my shoulders and I couldn’t keep standing anymore.  Neither my brother nor my friend noticed the issue I was dealing with, which I was thankful for. Ahmanet took over as I felt my consciousness fade as I gave into the pressure.

“You are getting weaker, as he rises,” Ahmanet spoke to me in the confines of my mind.

“What do I do?” I asked her, sitting on the ground in an all-black room with no reference as to what was going on outside my head, no reference to my body.

“There’s nothing you can do. Unless…”  I groaned out feeling pain all over, just like when the tattoos appeared.

“Unless what?!” I yelled, hearing my voice echo around the area. I was prepared to do anything at this point to get control back.

“You’re too weak to continue on your own. I am the only reason you are still consciously here, in this place. It was my choice to keep you alive. I could have tucked you away you forever when you fainted.” She told me.

“But you also need me,” I told her skeptically feeling even more faint than I did before.

“Beauty and brains. But this, you will not win.” She laughed as my consciousness faded away for the second time, I relaxed into it accepting my fate. 

***

“Eris!! Wake up!!” I heard his tortured screams as he attempted to wake me. Ahmanet allowed me a glance through a window. Rick was being slashed up by the dagger of Set. This was yet the third time he had been in mortal danger in this entire excursion and I doubted it would be the last. I watched as the curved blade barely touched his skin but ripped through him like razor wire. 

“You talk of bravery like a Medjai, yet you are still mortal, how do you forget this?” Ahmanet questioned him in broken English. Evy was cowering in the corner as the mummy turned to face her attempting to kiss her.

“Rick!!” I yelled to him trapped in my mind, my voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to my eardrums. I crumpled from where I stood, the pain erupting in my ears and brain. I tried to push forward into the forefront of my mind but Ahmanet’s hold was too strong, she was growing stronger from the darkness and the plagues that were reigning on the world. I watched as she fought with my brother, she had maneuvered him onto the ground, straddling him. She reared up the dagger in my hands, ruby glinting in the fire-born sky ready to plunge it directly into his chest. A cat strode across piano keys directing everyone’s attention to it, the mummy stopped in his tracks and disappeared into a cloud of sand. Jon and the Americans pulled me off of Rick and secured my hands behind my back. 

“We are in very serious trouble,” Rick said to everyone wiping away the blood that had been drawn.

“Let’s get her to the museum,” Evy murmured quietly as she tended to Rick’s wounds. We walked outside and to Jonathan’s car, piling in. It was an expeditious drive for Jonathan to get us there as quickly as possible as they now knew Ahmanet’s true strength. The Americans dragged me from the car and led me by my arms, following Evy’s instructions. 

“He does seem to like Evy.” I heard Jon say from behind me. Henderson was holding my wrists guiding me where I needed to be. 

“Yeah, what’s that about?” Rick asked, I could hear the curiosity in his voice intertwined with anger.

“There’s only one person I know that can give us any answers.” She spoke confidently as she rounded the corner to the Old Kingdom display heading towards the curator's office.

“You?!” Evy exclaimed stopping in her tracks. 

“Miss Carnahan, gentleman… Eris? What’s happened?” I heard Dr. Bey ask as he noticed I was a fugitive. 

“What is he doing here?” Evy asked him not answering his question. I hoped we would get to my situation as soon as possible because it was not fun being a captive in my own head and in real life. Henderson pulled his gun from his holster following Rick’s lead as everyone was tense from the fight with the mummy.

“Do you really want to know, or would you prefer to just shoot us?” Dr. Bey asked rather annoyed that he had guns pointing at him and Ardeth. 

“After what I just saw, I’m willing to go on a little faith,” Rick said as he stepped aside for the two men to view me. 

“Richard, what have you done to your sister?” Dr. Bey asked in a serious tone as he came up to me inspecting my eyes.

“Ardeth, you’d better take a look at this.” He breathed out, stepping away from me with fear in his eyes. I thrashed against Henderson, trying to get free of my bonds. I hissed at Ardeth as the Medjai walked up to me. He grabbed my chin holding me still to take a look at my eyes. 

“Ahmanet.” He breathed out.

“Ah a real Medjai, let’s see what you’re made of,” I heard Ahmanet speak in Egyptian this time. 

“Take her around the corner to her office.” He instructed Henderson. He nodded and moved me towards the walkway, Rick went to follow but Ardeth stopped him before he could go much further.

“I’ll do my best to get her back, but I must do it alone.” He said to him. Rick nodded and backed away with Henderson as Ardeth took my arm in his, his touch burned my skin I felt Ahmanet waning away from control. We walked towards my office, he pushed the door open and set me in the chair. 

“Eris, I’m going to recite a series of prayers. We’re going to try to reduce Ahmanet’s power over your body, at least enough so you can have control again.” He told me, a guttural growl escaped from my throat as Ahmanet did not enjoy what she was hearing. 

“Mother of the gods, the One, the Only, Mistress of the Crowns. Bast, beloved daughter of the sun, send us comfort. Envelope Eris with you. Expel all evil forces from her. Destroy and banish all witchcraft, bonds, and curses. Take away everything that could harm her.” Ardeth recited a prayer to Bast in Arabic. I could feel Ahmanet shrinking from consciousness. As she weakened I pushed forward back into my own body. I sucked in the air, it felt pure. I felt like me again. I couldn’t feel Ahmanet anywhere inside, it was like she had vanished. 

“Are you alright?” I heard Ardeth ask me as he bent down toward my face. I nodded not willing to speak. He turned me around and cut the bonds on my wrists letting me go free. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll be back?” I asked him. He considered the question for a bit but did not give me an answer instead he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I felt safe, smelling the lotus and vanilla that seemed to hang over him. His chin resting on the top of my head he breathed out letting go of his inhibitions. He pulled away much too fast for my liking, holding me at arm's length just staring into my eyes. He leaned forward placing a light kiss on my forehead. I soaked in the moment before he rushed out the door to inform Rick that everything was alright. I sat back in my chair staring into oblivion not wanting to even glance at the mirror to my right. I didn’t want to know if she was still there. 

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"Where is the sundial?”

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Anubis [Anpu or Aten Sayed]

⋆｡°✩ Egyptian God of Death, Afterlife, Cemeteries, && Embalming; Protector of Graves && the Dead

⋆｡°✩ Older Brother of Set

⋆｡°✩ He is mortician at a funeral home in the human realm; he also works with the dead in Astria

⋆｡°✩ Has an emotional support snake named Piper [this is possible I searched it up-]

⋆｡°✩ He has an anxiety disorder && gets overwhelmed around too many people

⋆｡°✩ Tends to stick around people he cares about, other then Hades, he hates how he fathers him around

⋆｡°✩ He is mute && does not talk with anyone other then Set, Jay, && other gods

⋆｡°✩ When he does talk his voice is really deep && gravely from lack of use, it also hurts a bit && takes a good amount of his energy

⋆｡°✩ In "Human" form he is Egypt, in Astria he is from Sceile [Cairo, Egypt]

⋆｡°✩ He doesn't mind pronouns but does tend to go by He/They / Bi, Poly, Demisexual / 26 [Human Years], is as old as death && cemeteries / 12/30 [Capricorn] / 6'0"

⋆｡°✩ He is:

very very quiet

kind of shy

very curious once you catch his attention

good boy

anxious as hell

tends to overthink a little

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ he feeds off of death && graveyards

⋆｡°✩ death is the most effective for him

⋆｡°✩ in older times you could catch him walking around battlefields to regain energy, now he takes walks around graveyards [ideal date lowkey-]

⋆｡°✩ he lives at the funeral home or in graveyards when not in these places he's napping at home

⋆｡°✩ when he feeds his eyes glow grey

⋆｡°✩ as a god he can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of anxiety is the strongest he can depict

⋆｡°✩ he can also sense when someone is close to death

⋆｡°✩ he has more strength then a normal human && greater amount of strength compared to other gods

⋆｡°✩ he can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Anpu or Aten

⋆｡°✩ in his god form he is 7'0"

⋆｡°✩ in his god form, his eyes have one completely white && the other completely grey, his skin is a lot tanner, has black curls, has jackal ears && a tail as well as sharp canines, he carries a staff && small journal to record deaths on, his nails are permanently painted grey, his torso && arms are covered in hieroglyphic tattoos

⋆｡°✩ he has black tears stream down his face in respect to the dead

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm he resides in the underworld realm [hell, typically district 1]

⋆｡°✩ in his half && half form he is his normal 6'0", has small diamond stud earrings, her eyes are either their normal one grey one black or dark brown, curly black hair && sometimes has his jackal ears, tail && canines out

⋆｡°✩ him && set both can turn into full jackals to blend into certain places; they also can have a jackal head && human body but they detest this form

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: one grey one black

⋆｡°✩ eyes might glow a light grey when anxious

⋆｡°✩ he only has regular earrings

⋆｡°✩ likes: chipmunks [like a lot lmao], Piper, silence, graveyards, alone time, spending time with someone, books, owls

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: too much noise [mainly from people he's not use to], crowds, when he can't speak, his anxiety

⋆｡°✩languages: arabic && english

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ sub, obedient; some of his kinks are size kink, oral [recieving && giving], slight bondage [recieving], dirty talk [reciving], praise [giving && recieving], auralism, marking [giving], public [secret kink]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ he is too shy to start anything but doesn't mind domming if his partner really wants him to but does prefer to sub a lot more

⋆｡°✩ he is open to other kinks but he might subdrop with harder kinks

⋆｡°✩ his eyes both turn a darker grey when arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: coffin

⋆｡°✩ he uses ⚰️ on dash

⋆｡°✩ when writing he does this ‘hello’

⋆｡°✩ when signing he does this ‘hello’

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ at a graveyard && calm

⋆｡°✩ single [1/2-3], happily dating @welcome-to-maniac [chip chip 🐿️] [07.25.23]; uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends:

⋆｡°✩ family:

⋆｡°✩ children: 🌪️set [endearing], 💀 jay [endearing]

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s): #🖤🩶anusung [talented ace ship tag], #🐿️⛓️little chip [talented ace ship tag]

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ family tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ other tag(s): #⚰️anubis.txt [anubis text/interactions]

faceclaim: @/john_supnik on instagram

voice && hand claim: @/earagail on tiktok [when speaking proper none accented english]

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 4

Mild almost-smut warning for this one. No gory shizz though.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/121760764

Or read it here! Enjoy!

The days started to blur together. While I’d vowed the moment I’d been taken by him that I wouldn’t allow it to happen, I couldn’t control what was happening to me physically. The damage to my skin would be irreparable, I knew, and I’d made peace with scars long ago, since I knew a scar was a reminder of survival. But the pain, the agony, the fact that my body had the bare minimum of food and water to heal… that’s what got me, in the end. The sleeps I had were fitful yet so, so deep, and I found I could barely wake up whenever Teddy came in to go back over his little ‘T.L.’ on my shoulder. I only just registered him turning me onto my stomach half the time, his touch gentle.

Some days, I was lucid enough to fight back. Teddy started to learn my patterns. Every time he fed me, I’d have a burst of strength, and I’d bite back at him. But after a day or two of recovery, when my body was empty, stores depleted, I’d be submissive and pliant.

And yet, through all of that, I still hadn’t bent the knee to him. I’d remained silent. I’d kept quiet. I’d said nothing, rather than give him what he wanted.

Did I also happen to start craving those moments when Teddy put the knives, scissors, ropes, plastic bags, and gags down, and instead stroked my hair back, blew on my sweaty forehead to cool me down, swiped tears away…? Did I start melting when he told me just how good I was whenever I took the torture he gave? Of course I did. What else was I supposed to do? He told me he was going to break me, and that is exactly what he was doing. He was using my body and my mind against me.

For example, one particularly horrible torture session (one which had almost had me on my knees in front of him, clinging to his thigh, begging him to stop), he’d pressed his lips to my damp temple and told me it would all be okay, that I was doing amazingly well and that… that he was fucking proud of me. That he’d never met anyone so strong. That he’d never seen someone take so much, so gallantly… I’d melted back against the chair, whining softly as he kissed the hollow of my jaw, then my throat. Such delicate, soft touch, after the agony… God, it was like a drug. He was like a drug.

It got to the point where I started to want him to walk through the door. I wanted him to come into the room and see me, spend time with me. I wanted him to be with me, hold me, touch me. One particularly sick afternoon, I found myself in a feverish fantasy of Teddy carving me up just so he’d care for me afterwards.

But in those moments of fever, I also found myself dreaming of being outside these four walls, outside of the horror chamber. In his kitchen in the morning, making coffee and breakfast with him, dancing on the kitchen tiles slowly with him. Waking up in his bed, surrounded by Egyptian cotton sheets and his arms, watching his face – which I’d imagined to be so beautiful when completely peaceful – as he slept. Lounging on the sofa with him in the evening as we caught up on whatever TV we were watching together… I’d imagined him enjoying stuff like Narcos, or Breaking Bad. I even gave myself a spot beside him in that awful orange Dodge Challenger, his hand on my thigh possessively, protectively.

Yet, in all of those fantasies, Teddy was never a criminal. A bad boy, sure. Still covered in those delicious tattoos… but not a criminal. In fact, the lawful good in me had him as a banker, or something else that gave him the obscene amount of money he had. Something legal, though. That’s the only reason I knew I hadn’t lost myself entirely, because I still clung to the idea that he could be good, and the only cuffs that he’d be in were those he let me put on him one time, before he played with me and made me believe I was the one in control, but really he was as he threw me over the kitchen table and pou –

Teddy’s hand caressing my throat made me wake up.

“Good morning, Officer,” he purred, his mouth close to my ear. The smell of food drifted towards me. Beignets. Cinnamon sugar beignets. My eyes flew open, meeting Teddy’s devastating chocolate ones. “Sorry to interrupt whatever it was I was doing to you.” I flushed.

“I – nothing – nothing was happening –“

“Oh yeah?” A playful smirk danced over those fucking awful, addicting lips. He pushed me back down, a hand on my throat possessively. His other hand was above me, bracing on the wall. I didn’t realise he was practically lying on me. And then I realised.

My hand was trapped behind the waistband of my fucking sweats.

I closed my eyes and flushed, trying to turn my face away. Teddy’s eyes gleamed.

“All those times you’ve told me you’re not into me… yet here you are. Begging for me.” He turned my face to look at him. “Why don’t you explain exactly what I was doing to you, hmm, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing,” I whispered. Teddy laughed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest against mine. Coupled with the fact that he smelled incredible, shower-fresh… it was overwhelming.

“Nothing?” he mused. “You just usually fucking sleep with your hand down there…” he rolled off me a little, just enough to give himself space to replace my hand with his. My eyes flew open. Did I try to stop him?! No. Of course not. Why would I do something rational like that?!

“T-Teddy, please –“

“You’ve been here for four weeks, (Y/N),” he murmured, his hand moving to cup my ass and hold me against him. “Four long, painful weeks for you… and four short, exciting, fun weeks for me. And look at you… so fucking defiant at first, telling me you’d never yield… yet I walk in on you in the middle of a fucking party… about me… and I’m not fucking invited.” His breath was hot against my skin, the tips of his fingers running lightly over the ridges of healing scars on my thighs and ass just… fucking… my mind curdled. “What exactly am I meant to think about that (Y/N), hmm?”

Before I could reply with the witty retort inviting him to that party, Teddy removed his hand and slapped me hard, hard enough that the cut on my lip split back open and blood flooded my mouth. I choked and sat up as he got off me, running a hand through his hair. I could tell something had gotten to him when he adjusted his trousers, back to me. And despite the blood that now ran down my chin, I smirked to myself.

So, I was driving him as crazy as he was driving me… I could use that.

“I’m sorry, Teddy,” I murmured. “I g-guess I know who the boss really is.” Teddy turned his head to look at me in his peripheral. He ran both hands over his hair, sniffing. “Am I stronger than Officer Quincy?”

“Ha,” Teddy chuckled. “She’d have killed herself by now, probably.” He took a deep breath and turned to me. My eyes flickered to his crotch, which was – sadly – normal. He took a step towards me. “Hungry?” I nodded, and Teddy helped me up from the bed. He took a moment to assess my body for any blood spots (where wounds had opened), and once he saw I was clear, he took my hand, laced his fucking fingers through mine, and led me through to the room he usually tortured me in.

This time, instead of the harshly bright-white torture lighting I’d come to expect, the lighting was warm and dimmer. A table with two chairs was set up in the middle, with a breakfast spread on top. Juice, water, coffee, a plate of fresh beignets, toast, butter, Nutella, grapes, strawberries and blueberries. So, Teddy liked berries? I don’t know why I found that particular piece of information so attractive, but watching him grab a couple of grapes off the vine on the plate before he helped me into the chair was just beautiful. His jaw working as he chewed? Why were such human actions suddenly so addictive?

I stared at the food. One rule Teddy had taught me was that I ate and drank when invited to do so. Except water. Water was, in his eyes, a basic right, and without it I’d surely die. So, when I reached for the full glass of water, he didn’t stop me. He watched me, brows knotting a tiny bit as I drank half of it. I didn’t want to push it by reaching for a strawberry, too, but the thought did cross my mind. I was too hungry, and I was enjoying Nice Teddy while I was lucid.

Teddy poured himself a coffee, and then put a couple of slices of toast and a beignet on my plate. I watched him, my mouth watering. He gestured to the fruit, and I nodded.

“Please,” I said softly, with a nod. He obliged me, filling my plate. I waited, watching him as he started eating his own beignets. A ghost of a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips as he pulled out his phone and pulled up Wordle, of all things, and started guessing. Two guesses, and he had the word. He switched to Instagram, scrolling mindlessly.

It took him a full ten minutes to look at me.

“Not hungry?” he said, toying with me. I held his gaze. I felt like a dog, made to wait for its food, a full bowl on the floor in front of it. But if I looked down, given how hungry I actually was, I knew I’d cave, and I really didn’t want to throw this lot up. Especially not when I’d realised the beignets were from De Fleur à Farine, the best bakery in town.

“I’m starving,” I replied quietly, shaking a little.

“Then why aren’t you eating?”

“Because you… you haven’t… said I can.” The words nearly stuck in my throat. The look of pride that changed Teddy’s features made me melt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, grinning. “FUCK! Look at you!” he sat back. “God, I never thought you’d get to this fucking point, (Y/N). Go ahead. Eat.”

It was all I could do to not shove my face against the plate and inhale it. My fingers shook as I ate the toast that he’d (lovingly?) prepared, the beignet pure heaven, a little pillow of dough that seemed to caress my soul on the way down, stretching my stomach deliciously. Teddy watched me, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t eaten more than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for four weeks, apparently. This was like a –

Shit.

SHIT!

I stopped eating. I let the toast fall from my hand. Teddy’s eyes sparkled at me.

Was this a last meal?!

“Something wrong, baby?”

“Please don’t kill me,” I whispered. I don’t know where the sudden fear for my life came from, not like this. I’d been fearing that since the first day he’d taken me. Tears started to drip down my cheeks. Teddy smiled patiently as I cried openly, hugging myself.

Teddy had been told this would happen. His father had told him that anyone in the throes of starvation of any kind – hunger, human contact, outside interaction – would react like this. Would be so overwhelmed once one of those needs were met. Starve someone of food? The moment they were fed and fed well, they’d break. Starve someone of human contact? The moment they were held, or touched, or caressed, or spoken to, they’d break. Starve someone of knowledge, and even the smallest little fact about their surroundings would destroy them. Teddy had seen (Y/N)’s iron will, and had realised that such a mind would be nearly impossible to break with simple tortures like those his mother chose to employ. Even his sister Mandy wouldn’t have been able to break (Y/N).

Teddy wasn’t his mother, though. And he sure as hell wasn’t the adopted little rat Mandy. No… he was Tedward fucking Lobo, son of Ritchie Lobo, and the heir to this entire thing. And he’d listen to his father over his mother any day. His mother, who always looked at him with such pity, such disappointment… if only she knew just how good he actually was at his job. Prince of New Orleans would someday be King… and she’d be dead before she’d get to see it.

He watched (Y/N) break down before him, sobbing openly. “Please don’t kill me.” Those words were a drug. And (Y/N) had fallen straight into the little mould he’d laid out.

Teddy stood after a moment and pulled his chair close to mine. He held me, soothing me as I cried. I don’t know why the food was what broke me, but I couldn’t cope with the idea of him going back to that torture. I couldn’t cope with seeing anything other than happiness at the thought of me on that beautiful face. I couldn’t stand the idea of him hating me.

Knowing that I’d been there for four weeks was huge. I hadn’t even realised so much time had passed! I wasn’t sure if I even cared, but some part of me was suddenly desperate for the news I’d missed while I’d been isolated. Questions, worries, doubts – they flooded my mind. The biggest question I had was about Katie, though. Her funeral. That’s part of the reason I cried, actually. Why I gripped the soft silk of Teddy’s black shirt, some hideous designer creation with a cat on the front and stars (?) covering the shoulders and chest. Why I curled into him as he soothed me. Why I nuzzled his throat, practically climbing onto his lap. He was the only source of information I had, the only source of human contact. I didn’t need hugs, or closeness, per se, but the idea that I was so adrift made me crave that stability.

“Shh, (Y/N), you’re good, it’s alright, darling,” Teddy murmured softly, stroking my back. He pushed his fingers into my hair to cup the back of my head, holding me almost like a baby. “You’re good… I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please don’t kill me,” I whispered again, breathing in his beautiful scent as my panic subsided. “Please, Teddy… don’t kill me.” The real fear was that no-one would remember me, and I’d be another body the police would bury quietly and hide. Forgotten. A cold missing person case. I’d handled plenty of them…

“Not yet, sweet cheeks,” Teddy chuckled. “I still want you to have the chance to give me what I’ve been asking for.” He pulled me onto him properly, so I was straddling him on the chair. I tensed entirely, while he was completely at ease, one arm draping back over the chair, his other hand on my hips. I took hold of the front of his shirt instinctively, eyes huge. “What you want to fucking give me.” He looked at me, hooking his thumb behind the waistband of my sweats. The slow scratch of his nail against my skin made me shiver. “Can’t fucking help yourself, can you?” he breathed, mocking me with his eyes. “I don’t know why you still fight it, (Y/N). Give in. Let yourself have what you truly want… and I promise you, it won’t be as fragile as you think.” He moved his hand from my waist to my cheek, cupping it. I found myself nuzzling his palm.

“I just d-don’t want to be forgotten,” I said quietly, closing my eyes. “If… I d-die, they’ll hide m-me… my b-body…” I trembled as I spoke. Teddy listened patiently. “B-because you own them…”

“And I don’t own you,” he said, sighing. “Because you don’t want to give yourself to me. Yet look at you, right now. On my lap, fucking desperate for me to hold you and touch you…” He gripped my jaw, still with that same hand, his other arm still draped behind the chair… so fucking nonchalant… so fucking hot… He pulled my face close, and I arched my back a little, his mouth right next to my ear. “And I’ll bet you’ve absolutely fucking destroyed those real nice panties you’ve got on… just dripping and ready for me, regardless of how much your fucking mind says no…” He brushed his lips against my throat again, and a pathetic little whine left my lips. If I wasn’t ready for him before, I felt something trickle then. He laughed against my skin, his hand moving back to my waist. “It could be all yours, (Y/N). Ask yourself why I haven’t killed you yet. Ask yourself why I keep you in a fucking box, a box which only I’m allowed into, and I’m allowed to take you out of.” He looked at me, and as the light caught his irises perfectly, I could see just how blown his pupils were. As much as I wanted him, now, he clearly wanted me. He just had a lot more restraint, apparently.

Before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him, my hands trembling on the front of his shirt as I clung to him for dear life. He returned the kiss, his hand moving from my waist to the back of my head, controlling always. And I let him. Because I couldn’t be forgotten. I couldn’t be kept away, in the dark, no more than a ghost of a memory to the streets of New Orleans. Teddy shifted, sitting up a little so he could angle me back, both hands snaking up my body beneath my t-shirt, his fingers hitting every single one of the cuts he’d created. He traced the largely unhealed ‘T.L’ at the top of my shoulder, and I hissed, arching away from the pain. He chuckled, recapturing my mouth again.

I wanted him. I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted him. Even if I hadn’t took a knee for him yet, even if I hadn’t agreed to be his, I needed this. I hadn’t had sex for a long time, and my body was all too willing to betray me as it was. I’d have ridden him on that chair if he’d told me to. But he didn’t. He just held me, kissed me, riled me up so much that I felt the slickness coat the inside of my sweatpants so uncomfortably… and I couldn’t figure out if he was hard or not.

“Teddy –“ I groaned, wincing again as he pressed his initials on my shoulder. “Ah –“

“Shh,” he murmured against my skin. “Who do you belong to, (Y/N)?”

I froze up. Panting, I froze up. Teddy looked at me, a sly, horrible little smirk tugging at those lips… I felt the blood rush from my face to the pit of my stomach.

“How… fucking… disappointing.” In one very fluid movement, Teddy gripped the back of my head with my hair and stood me up, capturing my arms behind my back. He held me against him, mouth right by my ear again. “Now I know what you really fucking want, (Y/N), you’re going to wish I’d just killed you at the restaurant…” My heart nearly stopped as he took me back through to my bedroom and threw me against the bedframe carelessly. “See you later, baby.”

With that, the door slammed shut. I slid to the floor and burst into tears.

[acourtofladydeath]

🎵❤️ I love the winter Autumn weather, so the two of us can get together. There’s nothing sweeter, finer when it’s nice and cold I can hold my baby bat closer to me💚🎵

[said Eris, to Azriel]

Hi it’s Santa again!

Thank you so so much for that detailed response, I feel like I have a really good grasp on what you love about Azris, and it’s kind of great just how well it lines up with what I love about them too!

My questions for you this time (last ones of the day I swear) are:

Canon-verse or AU? Do you have a strong preference for one? Or for any particular AU?

What are your favorite books of all time, of any genre? (It doesn’t have to be fiction or for adults but I’m sorry to say that I’ll need you to pick non-SJM works lol)

HI SANTA, I'm loving your songs, and I'm so happy to hear we have similar interpretations/interests of these babes!

I think I prefer Canon-verse for Azris right now, I feel like there's so much there to explore!! Especially with the court intrigue aspects of them, and the IC. Plus WING, SHADOW, AND FLAME INTERACTIONS (sexual or not sexual).

I love when the shadow babies are their own people with their own drive, and especially when they're obsessed with Eris. (I gave one of them a name in my 3 Jewels fic and I think Sariel will make repeat appearances)

Favorite books outside ACOTAR, and I'm giving you a lot in no specific order because my tastes are super varied and I'm a mood reader:

The Mate Games by Meg Ann and K. Loraine (all of them, including the spin offs)

The Iliad by Homer

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Dark Olympus series by Katee Robert (they're all HEA, but the HEA happens RIGHT in the last chapter and I wish we got a few chapters of them being happy after the resolution)

The Cat and Mouse Duet (Haunting & Hunting Adeline) by H.D. Carlton

Ice Planet Barbarian Series by Ruby Dixon

The Vicious Lost Boys series by Nikki St. Crowe

The Four Horsemen by Laura Thalassa (I love them all but if I had to rank them starting with my fave: Death, Famine, Pestilence, War)

I really really love Egyptian and Greek mythology & writings (considering getting tattoos of the gods and goddesses level of love).

I'm also a huge dark romance reader (the more TW the better IMHO).

Also adding my current reads: "Legendary" from the Caraval series by Stephanie Garber, "The Sinner" by Shantel Tessier, and fanfic "Burning From the Inside Out" by TheTeaQueen on AO3.

SEE YOU SOON SANTA, CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO CRAWL DOWN THE CHIMNEY AGAIN.

(please you can reach out as much as you want I fucking love this)

[itzme-thefaust]

ok so hi tumblr legion time

all legion members serve under the command of Great King Olly and have superhuman qualities granted to them by him. some have characteristics all to themselves but all have absurdly large size, towering over regular people, and also the ability to morph between their regular form and their stationery equivalent. all have one eye the colour of the streamer they protect and the other ollys signature purple, and all also have tattoos of ollys insignia somewhere on their bodies, which is where they get their magical superhuman abilities from. all legion members have 2 names - their original name, and their olly-given name. the olly-given names are just their names in their original languages. they also go by their stationery object in english and have their unique too

underneath this is information about the members individually!!

copen/jean/crayon

•red streamer guardian

•french

•he/him

-the legion’s pretty boy representative

-vampire who drains colour instead of drinking blood!!

-can draw using his nails like actual pencils

-only got into art galleries through ollys help

-has to feel like he’s better then others bc he’s insecure

-olly insignia on hand

rubber band/nicoleta/banda de cauciuc

•blue streamer guardian

•romanian

•she/they

-one of the older los members

-lives to impress unless she doesn’t like you. then you die

-reminds the other members to. brush their teeth

-very reliable but has a fickle mood

-copes with her problems by laying down dramatically on the ground in the rain

-olly insignia on chest

hole punch/bes/lakmat hafra

•yellow streamer guardian

•egyptian

•he/him

-an absolute menace

-nervous and awkward around new people, very reserved actually

-room is soundproof bc he keeps blasting very loud music

-when not able to use his giant speakers he uses headphones instead. yeah he has horrible hearing

-shows appreciation for his friends by biting their arms

-olly insignia on hip

tape/captain/nastro

•purple streamer guardian

•italian

•he/him

-gets hired to commit crime, very efficient too

-lives to be violent and that’s it

-above average strength

-he made his jobs more exciting by learning to do stunts

-adhesive hair. basically he can grow it longer on command and the new hair acts like actual tape

-olly insignia on knee

scissors/samael/hasami

•green streamer guardian

•japanese

•he/it

-a literal lab experiment

-eats his kitkats sideways. knows your address

-has a smaller handaconda attached to itself, uses it for cool ways to move around

-only has one arm, the other is a Sword

-forked tongue like a snake

-olly insignia on elbow

stapler/coeus/syrraptiko

•not a streamer guardian. lol

•greek

•he/him

-werewolf with full control of his lycanthropy

-ollys right hand man, kind of his butler really

-very big fluffy hair

-angry man full of spite

-looks very funny when his hair is wet. gets sprayed down with a hose sometimes

-olly insignia on mouth

i do have los ocs so maybe sometime i’ll make a separate post for those but for now have my goofies!!! :3

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Hunter Moon, a 24 year old son of Isis.            He is the owner of Jinxxed.

IN CHARACTER FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Young Kyun a.k.a Hwiyoung/ sf9 CHARACTER NAME: Hunter Ambrose Moon     AGE/DATE OF BIRTH:  24 yrs. old/ February 23rd, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: St. Martinville, Louisiana OCCUPATION: Owner & Bone Reader at Jinxxed HEIGHT:  180 cm/ 5’ 11 DEFINING FEATURES: None whatsoever! He keeps his skin free of tattoos so he can draw on himself when he’s bored or needs to do spell work.

PERSONALITY: There’s a certain set of mental images that drudge up when one hears the phrase ‘good southern boy’ and maybe just a small handful are true when it comes to Hunter. Born in the swamp town of St. Martinville, Louisiana, Hunter has all the manners and sayings of this home in his behaviors but much like the murky waters, there’s mystery and thrill under his surface.  

Known for always surprising those around him, Hunter is lively and prefers to let his imagination wander.  This strain of imaginative thinking makes him the perfect prankster! There’s always a song on his lips that he likes to share with others around him and a spark in his personality that makes him easy to talk to. If morale needs a boost- he’s someone to call!

HISTORY: Unlike most families in his area at the time of his birth, with four to six children in their roost, Hunter Moon’s early life was a singular shock. While out on a run early in the morning on the broad walk through Lake Martin swamp trails a woman was given the surprise of her life when she found an infant swaddled well and abandoned. That baby boy would grow up to help that woman who took him in, running a metaphysical supply shop when she noticed his magical abilities at the age of thirteen.    

From that day when he first cast a protection shield up over her and himself during a store robbery, Hunter was trained to protect those around him and to harness his magic as much as he could. With age though, the two-person family found that honing his abilities wasn’t as easy as they make it seems in fantasy books. Hunter’s magic was wild just like him and full of sudden changes just like the growing young man was. So when it became apparent that there were others like him in this world the demigod made friends with anyone that showed signs of being just as different as he was. With these limited friends, he was able to travel and learn things from around the world and bring it all back to his swampland home life.     

Of the many skills that he picked up in his unusual life music, slide of hand and cleverness were the most used and the most enjoyed. His engaging and loud personality made him easy to befriend and even easier to educate on the things that he (very openly) says he doesn’t know. He’s not looking for all the answers but at the very least, Hunter is ready to learn the best ways to understand them when they do come along!

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Isis POWERS:

* Can cast protection spells for others; most effective on small children

* ‘Bubble Spell’; a protective  bubble he can cast around himself when he wants space

* ‘Hospitality’; can heal wounds but only if he draws sigils  on the person he’s healing  

STRENGTHS: 

+ Play mandolin like no one’s business

+ Incredibly funny

+ Strong from helping around the shop and in the garden

+ Wilderness smart; can survive just fine outside for months if needed

WEAKNESSES: 

- Just a little loud

- Still working on being more progressive in his thinking (but very open to learning)

- His magic is mostly wild