#Josiah II

[teapotpiggy]

Constance, Sage: Frequent looks and shy glances

Josiah: Blushes and soft words

Hikage, Alani, Orion: A lot of attention, date nights, pampering, and spoiling

What does your OC do when they have a crush on someone?

[teapotpiggy]

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Josiah: My inspiration for Josiah was my ideal type at the time, mostly basing it on otome and anime characters that I'm usually drawn to. Blond and Black hair, green eyes, and a gentle and soft disposition. Cottage-core aesthetic with androgenous features - long hair, long eyelashes, soft facial features. Josiah's story is always evolving, so inspiration comes and goes randomly.

Orion: I chose to base him off Orion from the otome game, Amnesia. Orion was a cute, little spirit that would guide the MC through different routes and experiences. Essentially being her only trusted friend. I didn't want to fully copy him, so I thought of things that I liked and put a twist to it. Orion is an "alien" from the planet Katentea, in the constellation of Bellatrix. His real name is Atlas. Again, for his physical appearance, I just chose what I liked on anime characters - white and black hair, red and purple eyes. The gemstones on his head was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Sage: I don't even remember how I found inspiration for him. Maybe I just wanted a circus-type character after watching/reading Black Butler. A British, dark academia aesthetic was something I really liked back then.

Hikage & Alani: I remember seeing a Crobidoll Zion with white hair (sort of like a wolf-cut style), and instantly thought of a Prince. Since I loved both Crobidoll Zion and Zia, I figured I could just make them twins, and make them royalty. I remember being intimidated at first because there's a lot that goes into royalty aesthetics and politics. For Alani's character, I wanted someone who would make a prefect queen. Someone girly, bubbly, and outgoing. Yet someone who was strong-willed, stubborn, and decisive. For Hikage, I wanted the opposite. I love twins who look the same, yet feel like two complete strangers. Someone who was introverted, yet strong, brave and confident. Someone who could blend into the shadows and collect intel to his sister. I also love siblings who get along well, especially when the brother is the protector, whether or not the sister needs the protection. He'll always be on his sister's team. Later on, I wanted to incorporate ninja somewhere in my story, and I thought the easiest would be for Hikage. As time went on, Alani's side was pretty straight forward with her girly and queenly aesthetics, but Hikage's character became darker and darker. I originally wanted him to be this, happy-go-lucky character with great humor and loved teasing his sister. Now he's all serious about work lol.

Constance: His character was just based off brainstorming. I want to make a ton of more characters, and on the list was a fairy or pixie. And I chose that for him. I also wanted to make a poor character and an orphan, so I put those on him too. I guess I thought I was being too light and bright on my other OC's.

[big-boah]

RDR2 Meme Pack • Josiah Trelawny 🎩

[saiyan-druid-art]

"I like to keep my wits about me, dear boy." (Josiah Trelawny for Red League Redemption 2024!)

[monrosemeadows]

[fawnwilde]

Taboo .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Masterlist | various x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

Reader finds herself intertwined in the VDL gang after saving some of their members.

There must be something in the air, because everyone seems entranced by her...

content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, like seriously this is pure filth, ur fuckin the whole gang, every position every location, will add more as it goes along x

ongoing...

Prologue

I - gratitude - dutch van der linde

II - relief - john marston

III - ecstasy - sean macguire

IV - solace - javier escuella

V - yearning - arthur morgan

VI - favour - charles smith

VII - embrace - hosea matthews

VIII - confusion - bill williamson

IX - gentle - kieran duffy

X - loathing - micah bell

XI - whimsical - josiah trelawny

XII -synergy - arthur morgan & charles smith

XIII - romantic - mary-beth gaskill

XIV - liaison - dutch van der linde & hosea matthews

XV - absolution - sadie adler

I’m taking creative liberties because, even having played the game, the timeline confuses me.

Jack doesn't exist because he is a tiny being and shouldn't be featured in a filthy story like this, in any way. Abigail does exist but isn't apart of this story, only mentioned briefly. Molly isn't here to protect her and my peace x

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[hemat0lasluts-a]

“maybe you're right,” he said quietly. “maybe there is something better out there for us. a place where we don't have to keep looking over our shoulders, where we can just be.”

⸻　“　there’s　a　better　life　out　there　for　us　….　we　just　have　to　find　it　….　” / @hemat0lasluts

[thatwriterrosefics]

Rose's Kinktober 2024 Full List

Larissa Weems - Mirror Sex Harwin Strong - Pregnant Sex

Alicent Hightower - Mile High Club Jacaerys Velaryon - Missionary Sex

Rhaenyra Targaryen - Sex on the Iron Throne Aemond Targaryen - Praise Kink

Rhaenys Targaryen - Window Sex Aegon II Targaryen - Handcuffs

Laena Velaryon - Late Night Sex Daemon Targaryen - Dragon Sex

Rhea Royce - Thigh Riding Cregan Stark - Breeding Kink

Mysaria - First Time Addam of Hull - Tender Sex

Alys Rivers - Floor Sex Steve Harrington - Clothed Sex

Brienne of Tarth - Mutual Masturbation Eddie Munson - Wall Sex

Margaery Tyrell - Oral Sex Argyle - Roleplay

Van Palmer - Outdoor Sex Jonathan Byers - Cam Worker

Shauna Shipman - Kitchen Sex Sejanus Plinth - Pillow Talk

Natalie Scatorccio - Mask Sex Sandor Clegane - Marking

Lottie Matthews - Public Sex Joel Miller - Massage

Taissa Turner - Formal Wear Tommy Miller - Car Sex

Karen Wheeler - Dirty Talk Otto Octavius - Phone Sex

Lydia Deetz - Secret Relationship Sex Chibs Telford - Posessive Sex

Fennec Shand - Begging Boba Fett - Hidden Vibrator

Love Quinn - Sex On Film Johnny "Coco" Cruz - Erotic Pictures

Molly O’Shea - Overstimulation Oscar "Spooky" Diaz - Friends with Benefits

Sadie Adler - Body Worship Josiah Trelawny - Lingerie

Abigail Marston - Spooning Arthur Morgan - Lipstick

Robin Buckley - Aftercare Charles Smith - Early Morning Sex

Kate Sharma - Quiet John Marston - Strip Tease

Penelope Bridgerton - Oral Fixation Dutch Van Der Linde - Corset

Violet Bridgerton - Wet Dream Hosea Matthews - Age Difference

Sidney Prescott - Stripping Javier Escuella - Jealousy

Sam Carpenter - Halloween Costumes Anthony Bridgerton - Birthday Sex

Tara Carpenter - Whipped Cream Benedict Bridgerton - Messy Sex

Mindy Meeks Martin - Face Sitting Eddie Roundtree - Blowjob

Karen Sirko - Club Sex Rafael Barba - Vacation Sex

[neptunebloomx]

devotion, sacrifice, dedication

I, II

pairing: arthur morgan x fem!reader (Charlotte Whitman)

summary: charlotte now lives at camp, time to get accustomed to being in a gang. first up? shooting a gun.

author's note: i'm realizing this whole story might be a bit slower than i anticipated. i have a whole plot in my head, but it might take a while to get there. oops. they gotta warm up to each other first unfortunately.

cw: guns, (i don't think anything else, if i'm wrong please let me know)

word count: 2.7k

The policemen arrived early Sunday morning. Charlotte guided them to the section of her yard where she wanted Josiah buried. She sprinkled the remaining daisy seeds she had on the fresh dirt covering Josiah. She knelt down to his grave to give her final goodbyes.

Arthur arrived later that day. The two fixed her burlap sacks to Sable. Charlotte led her horse to the front of her home and was met with a beautiful pinto. She approached the mare and placed her hand on its neck.

“What’s her name?” Charlotte asked Arthur without taking her eyes off the mare.

“Boadicea,” Arthur walked up behind Charlotte to observe his horse, “she’s gotten me out of plenty of tough spots.” Arthur chuckled and mounted his horse.

Charlotte mounted Sable and followed Arthur as they left her home. She refused to look back for fear that she would get cold feet. She could not, she would not turn back. She would ride until she reached a life that brought her joy in every facet.

The pair rode for forty five minutes before Charlotte spotted a flame in the gaps between trees. Arthur led her through dense forest before they reached a clearing. Four tents were scattered about without any rhyme or reason. A fire was situated in the middle with large stones surrounding the logs. A rather large buggy was parked off to the side with three horses grazing in a meadow not too far away.

A tall man emerged from the largest tent. He was dressed in all black, save for his white undershirt, complete with a black hat atop his head. He had a very strong face which was weathered from the sun like Arthur’s. His facial hair was mere stubble, save for his prominent mustache and goatee.

“Seems like Arthur’s returned with a stray,” the man’s voice oozed authority. It was the kind of voice that commanded attention, one you’d be able to place from a mile away. The tall man walked up to Charlotte, “has Arthur named you yet, or is he still deciding?” Charlotte straightened her spine and looked the man in the eye. She would not let him think he intimidated her. She was starting a new life, one that wasn’t controlled by fear.

“I have a name and it certainly wasn’t given to me by Mr. Morgan,” the man let out a small chuckle at Charlotte’s words, “Charlotte Whitman. I expect to be addressed as such.” She would not stand for this stranger calling her a “stray”.

“Her husband died and she had nowhere else to go. Figured we could house her ‘till she got back on her feet,” Arthur explained the situation to the man in front of Charlotte.

“Well,” the man paused and scratched his dimpled chin, “I am mighty sorry to hear that, Miss Whitman. I’ll ask Miss Grimshaw to set you up a tent. For now just rest up. We’ll talk about your duties in a couple of days.”

Charlotte watched as the man walked off to speak with a woman. She didn’t look to be that much taller than Charlotte. Her hair was swept up in a plump bun. She wore a simple dress, one that seemed comfortable enough to get to work in. Miss Grimshaw, Charlotte assumed.

“That was Dutch. He means well, just not used to newcomers quite yet. He’s talkin’ to Miss Grimshaw,” Arthur points over to where Dutch is speaking with Miss Grimshaw, “we’d all starve if it weren’t for her.”

“I count four tents, but there’s only three of you here,” Charlotte surveyed the camp for the elusive fourth member of the group.

“That would be Hosea. He’s currently out on,” Arthur paused, “business. He’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Charlotte didn’t want to know what “business” entailed. All she cared about was shutting herself in whatever tent Miss Grimshaw set up for her.

It took a few hours before her tent was ready, but in due time Miss Grimshaw led Charlotte to a canvas tent. Living a life of choice meant trading her bed for a cot inches off the ground and yet she couldn’t have been happier. 

“Dutch said your husband died?” Miss Grimshaw’s voice was aged, full of experience.

“Indeed he did. I found out about two weeks ago. Police said he probably died about a month before that, though,” the more Charlotte spoke about it, the easier it seemed. It seemed easier, but it wasn’t, especially considering the life in front of her now. The way Charlotte felt created a pit in her stomach. She felt a little joy.

“I’m sorry to hear that Miss Whitman, it’s an awful thing to lose the man you love,” Miss Grimshaw gave Charlotte a small, comforting smile.

“Charlotte’s just fine and don’t you worry Miss Grimshaw. There was no love there in the end,” Charlotte let out a humorless chuckle. “Thank you kindly for the tent. I appreciate the work you did to put it together.”

Miss Grimshaw smiled and left Charlotte to her own devices. Charlotte tied the open flap of her tent to one of the posts and collapsed on her cot. It was foreign, and yet the four canvas walls comforted her. She looked around at the contents of her tent. Miss Grimshaw had placed the cot Charlotte laid on, a small wooden shelving structure, and a beaten up chest at the foot of Charlotte’s cot. She sat up and began slowly emptying the contents of her burlap sacks into the chest. Everything found its way to the chest except for two small framed pictures: one of Charlotte’s parents on their wedding day, and another of the farm where she grew up. 

She stayed in her tent until it was time for dinner. It felt odd—having nothing to do. Charlotte couldn’t remember a time during her marriage where she had absolutely nothing to do. Something always needed tending to. Dishes needed to be washed, floors needed to be swept, laundry needed to be done, the garden needed tending, and it was all her responsibility. But, today and tomorrow and the days before Dutch gave her a job, she could do nothing if she so chose. Maybe Charlotte would pick up a hobby, or maybe she would stare at the sky. Whatever she did, it would be her choice.

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It took a couple days before Dutch gave Charlotte a job. She was to go hunting for herbs and spices. Miss Grimshaw was complaining to him, he said, of the food being tasteless and he wanted her to fix it. Charlotte could do that. She was raised on the land and she had learned it.

She spent the rest of her day with Sable travelling from meadow to meadow collecting herbs. Sage, mint, thyme, oregano—anything she could get her hands on. By the time she reached camp, as the sun began its descent, Miss Grimshaw was more than happy to throw them in the pot for dinner.

For a while that was Charlotte’s routine. Before she began her work for the day, Charlotte would sit on the shore of the lake near camp drinking a cup of coffee. In the morning she tended to the horses, making sure their feed was full and replacing their water from the day before. By nine all the saddles would be cleaned, and by ten all the horses would be brushed and given whatever treat Charlotte could find in her satchel that day. After she tended to the horses, Charlotte was off to find spices for dinner. Sometimes she would find something special: a wild carrot here, some huckleberries there. Sometimes she’d use them to snack while she searched, other times she would give them to Miss Grimshaw for that day’s dinner.

Arthur was often already awake when it was time for Charlotte’s morning coffee. He would trek off into the woods nearby to find firewood and begin chopping for the day. The two would share pleasantries as Charlotte passed Arthur on her trips from the horses’ water trough and the lake. She missed the time she and Arthur would spend together on their walks. Sometimes Charlotte was able to steal longer conversations with Arthur before he was whisked away by one of Dutch’s requests, but those moments seemed few and far between.

After a few weeks at camp, Arthur stopped by Charlotte’s tent as she was lacing up her boots for the day. He gently leaned an arm on one of the wooden posts holding up the canvas as his other hand rested lazily on his belt buckle. With the morning sun to his back, Arthur’s figure was beautifully outlined by sunlight.

“Dutch said if you’re to stay, you need to learn how to shoot,” Arthur looked around Charlotte’s tent as he spoke. He hadn’t had time to check in since she began living at camp. “How’s about you let dinner be bland tonight and we have a little shootin’ lesson?”

Staying with the gang long term. That wasn’t something Charlotte had particularly thought about, but it wasn’t something she was completely opposed to. She liked her routine she had developed and her ability to travel anywhere during her day. She’d spent more time with Sable in the past couple weeks than she had during her entire marriage. Charlotte could get used to this life, she thought.

“One problem Mr. Morgan, I don’t have a gun,” she stood up to meet his eyes which were cast in shadow.

Arthur pulled a revolver out of one of his holsters. He flipped it around so he was holding the barrel with the handle outstretched to Charlotte. It was a beautiful piece of machinery. She took the firearm from Arthur’s hand and let her fingers travel over it. The gun seemed like it was well taken care of. There wasn’t a speck of dirt in sight. The silver metal of the barrel shone in the sun and the wood of the handle was soft and smooth. 

The revolver felt heavy and foreign in her hand. Charlotte had never held a gun before. Her father believed that if she were to be able to marry into a wealthier family, she shouldn’t be familiar with such unbecoming objects and behaviors. Arthur watched Charlotte as she explored the weapon he handed her.

“Problem solved,” Arthur broke the silence between the two, “are you ready?”

Charlotte gave him a quick nod and the two left for their horses. When it was time to mount Sable, Charlotte awkwardly held onto the revolver. What was she to do with it? Surely she couldn’t hold it while she rode, but she didn’t have holsters like Arthur. Arthur noticed her studying the weapon in her hand.

“How’s about I hold onto it until we get there?” Arthur offered, to which Charlotte gladly handed the gun over. She felt her cheeks redden with Arthur’s acknowledgement of her looking completely out of her element. Arthur holstered the revolver and quickly mounted Boadicea. “Now it might not be my place to say this Miss Whitman, but it might be high time to consider a belt and some pants.”

Pants. Truthfully she’d never worn pants before. It was one of those unbecoming behaviors her father disapproved of. She had been riding Sable and walking around more often than she was used to. If Dutch really wanted her to be armed, she’d need a holster. Maybe it was time she tried pants, only Charlotte didn’t have any money. She considered Arthur’s suggestion as she awkwardly mounted Sable in a way she wouldn’t have to if she had worn pants.

The two rode off to the edge of a meadow Charlotte was familiar with. She’d visited this meadow often since she’d been at camp, it was ripe with mint. Arthur led Charlotte a ways away.

“We’ll hitch the horses here, otherwise they’ll spook with the shots,” Arthur hitched Boadecia to a tree and Charlotte followed suit. The pair walked for a bit before Arthur was satisfied with their distance from the horses. He unholstered his revolver once again and handed it to Charlotte. “Now with the way you stared at it earlier, I take it you’ve never held a gun before?”

Charlotte sheepishly replied, “Never.” Arthur chuckled.

“Makes sense. I don’t know if I’d want to send my child to a gun totin’ school teacher,” Arthur pulled a gun out of his last belt holster. “This is how you’ll want to hold it. Don’t choke the life out of it, but keep a good firm grip.” Charlotte tried to replicate his grip. “Keep your first finger near the trigger and your thumb wrapped around it like this,” he held his gun out for her to observe, “the rest of your fingers should just hold the handle and keep it steady.”

Charlotte did as she was told. Now that she knew how to hold it, the revolver felt amazing in her hand. She felt powerful.

“This here is a revolver, typically holds six bullets. After you fire six times, you’ll have to put more bullets in the barrel,” Arthur emptied his revolver into a tree, causing Charlotte to jump. He then opened the cylinder and demonstrated the need to reload the bullets individually. “You want to try firin’ it?” Charlotte nodded, intrigued by the weapon in her hand. “Alright. You’ll want to pull back the hammer,” Arthur pointed out the small piece of metal bridging the gap between the handle and barrel of the gun, “before you fire.”

Charlotte followed instructions, pointed the revolver at a tree, and pulled the trigger. The crack made by the gunshot bounced off the trees. The revolver kicked back as she shot and she damn near lost hold of the thing. She took a few steps back due to the sheer power of the gun. The ease with which Arthur just fired the same gun impressed her. He didn’t flinch, his wrist didn’t move. He was a well oiled machine. One that she could learn from.

“That was incredible, I see why you’re in this line of work,” Charlotte readied herself for another shot. “How do you stay steady after you fire?”

“Keepin’ a firm grip on the handle,” Arthur closed her hand around the handle a bit tighter, “try again.”

Charlotte fired again at the tree. Still a lot of kick back, but not as much as her first shot. By the time the shooting lesson was over, Charlotte and Arthur had killed a handful of trees twenty times over. As Arthur readied Boadicea for their ride back to camp, Charlotte inspected the gun wrapped across his back. It was significantly bigger than the revolver she had been working with all day. It was magnificent. She reached out and let her fingers graze the wood of the weapon.

“What’s this one called?” Charlotte couldn’t help her curiosity, she hadn’t noticed how close she’d stepped to Arthur. He turned slightly to look at her over his shoulder and she lifted her eyes to meet his. Arthur held her gaze, savoring her palpable curiosity. Oh, how he enjoyed her curiosity.

Arthur brought the weapon over his head and held it in his hand, “This is a rifle. You use this when you’re tryin’ to shoot something from a distance.”

“When can I shoot it?” Charlotte was in awe of this gun more than the revolver. Arthur laughed at her overenthusiasm.

“How’s about you get used to the revolver before we try somethin’ more advanced?” He slung the rifle back over his head and mounted Boadicea. Charlotte’s disappointment was obvious, but nothing compared to having to hand the revolver back to Arthur before she mounted Sable. “Get a pair of pants and a holster, and this is all yours.”

“Do you mean it?” Charlotte’s disappointment washed away.

“I don’t believe in a lady bein’ defenseless. I don’t want to have to go around worryin’ about you.”

“You worry about me Mr. Morgan?” Charlotte teased. Arthur chuckled to himself. Maybe he enjoyed her taunting more than her curiosity.

“Just don’t want you gettin’ held up while lookin’ for your herbs and spices. We need those—I don’t want to go back to the stew we had before you came along,” Arthur waited for Charlotte to ready herself on Sable’s saddle before beginning the journey back to camp.

Charlotte needed to make money. She lived a life of freedom and choice now. That meant she needed pants and a holster.

[teapotpiggy]

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

The good liars are Sage and Hikage. Hikage is in a business where he needs to lie to stay safe. Sage has been alive for so long, he's mastered the artform. Alani is a middle level liar. You can easily see that she's lying once you find her quirk - tapping her pinky finger one time after the lie has been told. Orion is just an all around honest person, and doesn't believe he should lie about anything. He's lived a lot longer than Sage, and understands that lying isn't worth the headache later. Constance is too pure. His starts to squirm and shift, fidget with his sleeves and avoids eye contact. Josiah is a middle level liar too. However, his is more noticeable compared to Alani's. He just doesn't make eye contact, and his voice gets softer.

[bi-numi-aliyani]

A wonder from ancient Canaan

This Iron Age temple of the emergent Israelite/Judean culture at the site of Tell Arad featured two incense altars and two standing stones. Uncovered ostraca identify it as the "House of Yahweh".

Note: Some of the sanctuary at the Tell Arad site featured in these photos is a reconstruction as portions of the original were taken to the Israel Museum in Jerusalem/al-Quds.

This is a stunning archaeological example of how the Israelite culture right down to something like temple architecture emerged from among Canaan. It was constructed early during Iron Age II by the Kingdom of Judah when the upstart cult of 𒀭Yahweh was just emerging onto the historical record.¹ Some scholars have supposed worship of this Deity emerged from the south and was brought by proto-Israelite settlers to the Judean hill country while another theory posits it was introduced in the Kingdom of Israel to the north as the tutelary Deity of the Omride Dynasty's ancestral clan.² Researchers continue to discuss and debate evidence from ancient texts including the Hebrew Bible and from archaeology to hopefully form a better understanding of the ancient Canaanite and Israelite cultures.

Of course the fact 𒀭Yahweh, most famous as the prototype of the monotheistic, "Abrahamic" (yeah, I don't like that word) concept of God, was worshipped in a polytheistic context and the Israelite culture originated within the Canaanite complex isn't a surprise anymore. How the historical record ties with the ancient texts we call "the Bible" is a fascinating subject on its own, but I also like to think about the stories we can surmise from the remains of the ancient world. I think about if in this ancient community one day, friends who were walking by, some who worship 𒀭Ba'al, some who worship 𒀭Yahweh, some who worship 𒀭Kamosh and yet other Deities, might have noticed groups of priests apparently very upset at one another. None of them, though, are worried about whatever particulars the priests might be squabbling about. They briefly laugh and shake their heads then walk on.

According to the Second Book of Kings in the Hebrew Bible, the House of 𒀭Yahweh at Arad was shut down along with any other places of worship in Judah besides Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem by King Josiah during his religious reforms in the late seventh century BCE.³

References

1. The Editors of the Madain Project. “Tel Arad Temple.” Madain Project. https://madainproject.com/tel_arad_temple.

2. Frevel, Christian. “When and from Where Did YHWH Emerge?: Some Reflections on Early Yahwism in Israel and Judah.” Entangled Religions 12:2 (March 30, 2021). https://doi.org/10.46586/er.12.2021.8776.

3. 2 Kings 23:1–20. New Revised Standard Version, Updated Edition (2021). https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings%2023%3A1-20&version=NRSVUE.

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[beardedmrbean]

Archaeologists believe they have uncovered evidence of an ancient biblical battle, all thanks to a few broken fragments found in a curious location.

The artifacts, which mostly consist of Egyptian pottery, were found during a recent excavation of the ancient city of Megiddo in northern Israel. The site is said to contain over 30 layers of various settlements, dating back from the Copper Age to World War I.

Tel Megiddo was the location where Josiah, the king of Judah, famously fought the Battle of Megiddo in 609 B.C. The Jewish leader was defeated and killed by the army of the Egyptian Pharaoh Necho II.

The story of the battle is told in the Second Book of Kings in the Old Testament, but Megiddo is also referenced in the Book of Revelation. The site is referred to as “Armageddon,” closely related to the Hebrew phrase “Har Megiddo,” which translates to “mountain of Megiddo.”

Megiddo is said to be the location where the prophesied Battle of Armageddon will be fought between the kings of Earth and God. However, while archaeologists cannot prove that the site was the location of a battle during the end times, they believe they may have found proof of the Old Testament story.

Dr. Assaf Kleiman, a senior lecturer at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev in Israel, told Fox News Digital he believes the pottery fragments belonged to the Egyptian army that defeated Josiah.

The findings consist of “significant quantities” of Egyptian-produced broken vessels dating back to the late 7th century B.C., close to when the Battle of Megiddo was fought. 

Instead of the fragments being proof of a trade relationship, Kleiman believes that they were brought in by Egyptian troops rather than being imported into the territory.

The expert cited the “crude production technique, functional mixture, and the lack of similar evidence in nearby settlements” as key reasons why they believe the artifacts were brought in by an army.

“The exposure of so many Egyptian vessels, including fragments of serving bowls, cooking pots, and storage jars, is an exceptional phenomenon,” Kleiman explained. 

“We, therefore, understand it as representing Egyptians who settled at Megiddo in the late 7th century, maybe as part of an army force that arrived at the site following the collapse of the Assyrian Empire,” he added.

He also said that the Grecian pottery may be proof of Greek mercenaries in the Egyptian army, which was not unheard of at the time.

“Service of Greeks, probably from western Anatolia, in the Egyptian army of the 26th Dynasty is referred to in both Greek [from Herodotus] and Assyrian sources,” Kleiman noted. 

“The possibility of the participation of such mercenaries in the killing of Josiah may be hinted in prophetic works in the Bible.”

Kleiman also explained that the Egyptian settlement at Megiddo “did not last long” and that the building where the artifacts were found was likely abandoned decades later. The broken vessels were probably left as litter.

Though Kleiman noted that there’s no non-biblical proof of Josiah, Kleiman asserted that the king’s existence “has never been doubted in biblical and historical scholarship.”

“We can also note that literacy was more common in that era, and thus his reign was most likely documented by scribes who witnessed the events in real time,” Kleiman said. “Evidence for Necho’s presence in the Levant and the battle against the Babylonians in Carchemish, where the Egyptians lost, is documented in the Babylonian chronicles as well as in the Bible, in Jeremiah and Kings.”

Archaeologists plan to do more research into the site’s Bronze Age roots. 

Kleiman also found evidence to believe that some members of the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel were not all expelled to Mesopotamia in the 7th century B.C. and actually may have stayed in Megiddo.

“Our excavations demonstrated continuous production (and consumption) of similar locally-style vessels at Megiddo, especially cooking pots, also under imperial rule,” he explained. “This suggests that the social fabric of Megiddo in the Assyrian Era must have been composed of a significant portion of local populations, who were not expelled by the Assyrians and who lived alongside deportees brought in by the empire.”

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⠀ ⠀ ˙ . ꒷ 𝓕ANDOMS . 𖦹˙

TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

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josiah's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the scene before him, the tension in the room palpable. he let out a slow breath, forcing a smirk to his lips despite the unease curling in his chest. “avoid you?” he drawled, stepping further into the room with a casual swagger that belied the weight of the situation. “now why would i ever want to do that?”

his gaze drifted to the gun in her hand, lingering for just a moment before he met her eyes again. “looks like you were ready for anything, though. miss me that much?” his tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something darker beneath the surface.

josiah leaned against the doorframe, mirroring her stance with his arms crossed over his chest. “or maybe you just like the thrill of keeping me on my toes,” he added, his voice dropping to a low, almost intimate murmur. “so, what’s it going to be? you going to shoot me, or do we skip the drama this time?”

closed for my favorite little bean. @hemat0lasluts

head tilted at the sound of the front door opening , brows pulled together as she got up from the all too comfortable couch . taking in a deep breath , digits curled around the handle of the gun that reside in the waist band of her black pants . it wasn’t until she rounded the corner that her hues landed on an all too familiar face . the corner of her mouth twisted with a brief shake of her head . “ well look who decided to finally come home . “ she commented , her frame leaned against the wall . arms loosely crossed in front of her chest as her hues traveled over the homme . “ get tired of trying to avoid me ? “