#The Mummy 3

[lilybug-02]

So fayesh my fellow Egyptian how do you like modern times?

Mummy Bread has had the worst time just trying to understand everybody else's language, let alone technology! He's much better at it now, but still prefers to speak in his native tongue.

[glitchedcosmos]

Yee- haw y’all

[chanquokka]

—for @kijeu !!

[victoryrifle]

THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers

[lonelyzarquon]

To hell with the last hurrah. Let's keep going.

[capquinn]

hear me out - quinn and reader find out they’re having a girl during the ultrasound and he’s overwhelmed in the best way. all nervous beforehand, totally in awe during the scan and after that he calls his parents from the car to share the news

The waiting room hummed softly, a blend of muffled conversations, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint static of a television mounted in the corner. Quinn sat beside you, his knee bouncing in a restless rhythm that made the corner of your chair wiggle. His hand held yours firmly, his thumb moving in slow, repetitive circles over your knuckles — a grounding gesture, though you could tell it was as much for him as it was for you.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his jaw was set, his lips pressed into a tight line. He looked calm to anyone else, but you knew better. The tiny crease between his brows and the faint tension in his shoulders told you everything.

“You okay?” you asked softly, leaning closer so your voice wouldn’t carry beyond him. Your foot nudged his lightly, breaking him out of whatever thought had a hold on him.

He blinked, pulled from his thoughts, and gave you a small, sheepish smile. “Yeah, just… ready to find out,” he admitted, his voice low, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the calm of the room.

“Still think it’s a girl?” you teased, your own nerves bubbling under the surface, though your tone came out light and easy.

Quinn’s smile deepened, just enough for the faintest hint of a dimple to appear in his cheek. “Yeah,” he said with quiet confidence, his voice steady. “Definitely a girl. We’ve been calling her ‘she’ for weeks now,’ he reminds you.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “And what if we’re wrong? What if it’s a boy?”

His brows knitted together briefly, the corners of his mouth twitching in thought before he shrugged lightly. “Then we’ll have to start calling him ‘he,’” he replied, his tone simple but lacking any real weight. “But…” His voice softened as his eyes met yours again. “It’s not a boy.” 

It wasn’t that the idea of a boy threw him — it didn’t — but the way his gaze dropped instinctively to your belly told you exactly where his heart had landed.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, the door opened, and a nurse called your name. Quinn was on his feet almost instantly, helping you up before you could so much as shift in your seat. His hand stayed on the small of your back as you walked into the dimly lit room, and you shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder.

“Relax,” you murmured. “It’s just an ultrasound.”

“Yeah,” he said, but the slight hitch in his voice gave him away. This wasn’t just another appointment. This was the appointment.

The ultrasound room was dim and quiet, the faint hum of the machine filling the space as the technician adjusted the wand on your belly. The monitor flickered to life, displaying a grainy black-and-white image that Quinn couldn’t stop staring at. He sat in the chair beside you, his knee bouncing ever so slightly, betraying the calm expression he tried to maintain. His hand found yours, squeezing gently, and you squeezed back, grounding him.

The technician smiled warmly as she shifted the wand again, her voice soft and professional. “Alright, let’s take a look.”

Quinn leaned forward instinctively, his elbows resting on his knees, his entire focus zeroed in on the screen. The blurry shapes slowly sharpened, and there it was — the curve of a tiny head, a faint flutter of movement that made his chest tighten. The technician pointed to the screen, her finger tracing the faint outline of what she was seeing.

“Here’s the head,” she said, and Quinn’s breath hitched slightly as his eyes followed her gesture. “You can see the curve of the spine here, and… oh, look at that — a little hand.”

His gaze locked onto the tiny, perfectly formed hand, visible on the monitor as it shifted with slow, delicate movements. A smile tugged at his lips, small at first but growing wider as the technician adjusted the wand, pointing out the rhythmic flutter of the baby’s heartbeat. The sound filled the room, fast and strong, and he could feel his own heart beating in tandem.

“They’re waving,” the technician joked lightly, and Quinn’s chest tightened, the weight of the moment settling in his bones.

Beside him, you laughed softly, the sound warm and full of wonder, your eyes bright as they stayed fixed on the screen. He glanced at you then, and the expression on your face — a mixture of awe and love — made his throat tighten even further.

In that moment, it wasn’t just the image on the screen or the steady rhythm of the heartbeat filling the room. It was the way the tiny movements on the monitor brought everything into sharper focus. This wasn’t just an idea or a dream anymore — this was your baby, real and alive, moving inside you. Already loved beyond measure, even without knowing who they were yet.

The technician continued, measuring the baby’s head, her legs, the curve of her abdomen, explaining each detail as she worked. Quinn didn’t catch all the words — his mind was too full, too overwhelmed by the sheer reality of what he was seeing. A baby. Their baby. Right there on the screen, impossibly small yet so completely whole.

“Would you like to know the sex today?” The technician asked suddenly, cutting through his reverie.

Her question lingered in the air for a heartbeat, and Quinn’s eyes instinctively darted to yours. The excitement flickering in your expression made his heart stumble, the warmth of your eager nod grounding him in a moment that felt surreal.

“Yes,” you said quickly, your voice trembling with a joy that sent a ripple of relief through his chest.

He nodded too, swallowing hard as words failed him. His hand tightened around yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rhythm that betrayed the nerves he hadn’t admitted to himself. It wasn’t fear — he knew. You both just knew. But knowing and hearing were two different things, and the certainty you were about to receive was enough to make his pulse quicken.

The technician shifted the wand slightly, her eyes focused intently on the screen, the glow casting faint shadows on the walls. The gentle whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, steady and rhythmic, the kind of sound that felt like it had existed forever and yet was still so new.

“It looks like…” she began, her voice calm, teasing just a little, as if drawing the moment out on purpose. 

Quinn’s heart thudded in his chest, and his grip on your hand tightened further as his gaze darted from the screen to you, taking in your hopeful expression.

 “…you’re having a girl.”

Quinn blinked, the three words reverberating in his chest, through his veins, through every corner of him. He felt your grip on his hand tighten even more-so, your other hand flying to cover your mouth as a quiet, breathless laugh escaped you.

“It’s a girl,” you repeated, your voice cracking slightly, and the sheer relief in your tone made his throat tighten.

He let out a shaky exhale, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile so wide it made his cheeks ache. His eyes glistened with the kind of overwhelming emotion that made your chest feel too tight and your throat catch — a joy so profound it left him teetering on the edge of tears.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you — from the way you turned to him with that look, the one that was equal parts amazement and love so deep it felt like it might spill over.

His arms slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close as you leaned into him, your hand fisting gently in his shirt like you needed to hold onto him to steady yourself.

“We knew it,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, like he was still trying to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream. He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, his free hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear before his palm cradled your cheek, his thumb sweeping across the damp skin beneath your eye. “We knew it, but… knowing and knowing is so different.” He paused, his gaze steady on yours as his voice softened. “It’s real now. A girl.”

Your laugh came out trembling, your tears spilling freely as you nodded. “A girl,” you repeated, your voice breaking on the words, leaning further into the warmth of his hand.

He leaned in, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to your temple, his lips staying there as though he could somehow lock the moment into his memory forever. His hand slipped from yours to brush away another tear sliding down your cheek, his thumb impossibly gentle, his touch grounding.

He glanced at the screen, where your baby — his baby — was nestled in shades of black and white, her tiny heartbeat filling the room with its steady whoosh.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, the weight of the words sinking deep. He turned back to you, his gaze softening as he took in the tears brimming in your eyes. “You’re perfect.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and warm as you leaned into his touch, tucking your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in the solid warmth of him, your breath mingling with the quiet hum of the room. Your gaze drifting back to the screen. 

The faint outline of her tiny form was right there, and yet she felt so much bigger than the sum of her parts. She wasn’t just a daughter — she was possibility, a future, a life you’d created together. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled the room, and you stayed like that, wrapped in the certainty of each other, in the love that now had a shape, a sound, and a presence you could hardly believe was yours.

The appointment wrapped up with the technician handing you the printed scans, the black-and-white images of your baby feeling almost surreal in your hands. The midwife had gone over the essentials — measurements, heartbeat, and everything looking healthy — before helping you schedule your next appointment. You’d tucked the photos carefully into your bag, double-checking that you had all the paperwork before stepping out into the cool air of the parking lot.

As the two of you settled into the car, the weight of the moment lingered, filling the space with a quiet kind of joy. You caught Quinn glancing at the photos as you pulled them back out, his lips curving into a small, awestruck smile. 

“Your parents are going to love this,” you said softly, your voice brimming with warmth as you held up the scan to show him again.

He let out a breathy laugh, his smile widening slightly. “Mom’s been counting down to this since we told her,” he said, his voice light but carrying a note of affection that made your chest tighten.

You grinned, shaking your head. “She’s going to cry the second we tell her they’re having a granddaughter.”

“Dad, too,” he added with a chuckle, leaning back in his seat. “You know what he’s like… He’ll act like he’s holding it together, but he won’t last long.”

You reached over, your hand brushing against Quinn’s on the console, and he turned his palm upward to link his fingers with yours.

After a beat, he glanced down at his phone, turning it over in his hand before looking at you. His expression softened, a glimmer of excitement flickering in his eyes as he asked, “should we tell them right now?”

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the grin threatening to spread across your face. “I think they’ve waited long enough.”

Quinn’s thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating for just a moment before he tapped it, the familiar sound of the ringing tone filling the car. His hand tightened slightly around yours as the first ring passed, then the second, a quiet exhale slipping from his lips as though he were bracing himself.

The third ring was barely halfway through when Ellen’s voice burst through, bright and eager, as if she’d been sitting with the phone in her hand all day. 

“Finally!” she exclaimed, the excitement spilling into her words. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”

Her voice filled the car like sunlight cutting through clouds, her anticipation so palpable it tugged a smile from you both even before Quinn could respond. He let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing just slightly as he glanced at you, a flicker of warmth lighting his expression.

“You’re on speaker,” Quinn said, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

“Hi, Ellen,” you said warmly, leaning a little closer to the phone.

“Oh, sweetheart, how are you feeling? How did everything go?” Ellen asked, her tone soft but brimming with energy, her emotions barely contained, excited.

You exchanged a glance with Quinn, his lips curving into a small, nervous smile as you answered. “Everything’s perfect. The baby’s healthy, measuring right on schedule, strong heartbeat. And I’m feeling good. Really good. No complaints at all.’

There was a pause, a soft exhale from Ellen, like she’d been holding her breath. “That’s wonderful,” she said, her voice thickening slightly. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words all day.”

Quinn shifted in his seat, the scans still balanced on your lap catching his eye. His hand tightened slightly around yours, and he swallowed hard before speaking.

 “We, uh… we found out the gender,” he said, his voice faltering just enough that it made you glance at him.

Ellen’s breath hitched audibly. “You did?"

Quinn nodded, though she couldn’t see it, his gaze fixed on the glossy photos. “We’re having a girl,” he said softly, almost like he was saying it to himself as much as to her.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, a pause so deep it felt like the world had stopped. Then Ellen let out a quiet, shaky laugh that broke into a soft sob.

“A girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh, Quinn… A girl.”

The words hit Quinn like a wave, like he was reliving the appointment all over again, and you felt it immediately — his hand trembling slightly in yours, his jaw tightening as he looked down at the scans again, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. When he blinked, you saw the telltale sheen in his eyes, and he turned his head slightly, as if the window would give him somewhere to hide.

“Mom,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly, “don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it,” Ellen said, laughing through her tears. “I’m just so happy for you both. I can’t even—” Her words faltered, and you could hear her trying to pull herself together.

He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking his head as he quickly swiped at his eyes, trying to clear the hint of tears before they fully spilled over. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, caught somewhere between holding it together and letting go. 

“You’re gonna make me cry too,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, rough with emotion.

You reached over, your hand slipping out of his to slide up his back in slow, soothing circles as you leaned closer. He tilted his head toward you, the smallest touch grounding him, even as his eyes stayed fixed on the photos in your lap. For a moment, you said nothing, letting the quiet stretch as Ellen’s soft laughter and sniffles filled the space.

“I can’t help it,” Ellen repeated, her voice trembling, thick with emotion. “It’s just…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought as another soft sob escaped. “You’re building this beautiful life, and now… a baby girl. Oh, Quinn.” He could picture her waving a hand in front of her face, trying to brush away the tears, though it never did anything to stop them. “I’m just so proud of you. Of both of you,” she managed, her words cracking under the sheer weight of her joy.

There was a shuffle on the other end, the sound of Ellen sighing deeply, happily, as though she was still trying to gather herself. The faint rustle of movement was followed by the warm, steady tone of Jim’s voice breaking through.

“A girl,” he said, his words carrying a quiet kind of awe. “That’s incredible, Quinn. Congratulations to both of you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s... it’s something, huh?”

Jim chuckled softly, the kind of warm, familiar sound that made Quinn feel grounded. “More than something,” he said, his tone light but there was a weight of pride that wasn’t lost on Quinn. There was a brief pause, and then, with a softness that made the words linger, he added, “your girls, huh? They’re lucky to have you.”

Quinn’s chest rose with a slow, deep breath, his fingers twitching briefly against yours as he tried to steady the emotion threatening to crest again. He glanced at you, his lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite mask the way his eyes still glistened. He didn’t speak, couldn’t, biting his bottom lip as though that alone might keep him composed.

Sensing the words stuck in his throat, you stepped in, your voice warm but steady. “He takes good care of us,” you told him softly, your tone heavy with conviction, offering something Jim could easily picture — his son, dependable and steady, already holding his family close.

Quinn turned to look at you, something tender in his expression, the gratitude clear even though he didn’t say a word.

Jim must have sensed it too, the way his son had fallen silent, his emotions skimming the surface. He didn’t push — he never did. Instead, his voice came again, wrapping the moment in reassurance. 

“You’ve always had a good heart, Quinn,” he said thoughtfully, his tone warm but grounded. “That little girl’s going to grow up with two incredible parents to show her the way. She’s got it made already.”

The words settled in the quiet of the car, and they hit you unexpectedly. You shifted slightly in the passenger seat, your fingers tightening just a fraction around Quinn’s, and that subtle movement was all it took for him to notice. His eyes flicked to you, catching the way your lips pressed together, your gaze cast downward as you blinked back the glimmer of tears welling in your eyes.

Without a word, Quinn’s hand squeezed yours again, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles in a rhythm that felt grounding, the touch steady and reassuring, as though the small strength he was offering you was also something he needed himself.

“She’s going to have so much love,” Ellen chimed in, her voice lighter now, no longer trembling but still full of emotion. “So much love waiting for her.”

Quinn nodded, his voice stronger now as he murmured, “She already does.”

[sariphantom]

Leopatra being a silly li'l prince. Also tried out one of the new pens I downloaded from Clip Studio Assets.

[goryhorroor]

favorite horror movies (91-120)

[jackietaylorsghost]

Well, I guess we go home empty-handed again. I wouldn't say that.

THE MUMMY (1999) Dir. Stephen Sommers

[starry-mang0s]

Just some little doodles 💙 these two be taking up all of my waking thoughts.

[lumineary-arts]

Another Nuzi Halloween post for you!! It's halloween where I am, so I'm counting it!! I rewatched the whole series yesterday in celebration of its anniversary and, when I got to episode 6 I once again remembered how sudden Beau's death was. But it's okay, I reject reality and create my own. He's alive guys he's alive and he's N's little buddy now OKAY

[lilybug-02]

Moldy Joins Spooky Month!

Thank you to all those who voted (it was a much larger turnout than I expected)!! Moldycepts or "Moldy" is excited to be in the profile picture for this October! Feel free to chat with them or any of the other Bread Critters this Month through the inbox! Not all inbox asks will be answered or drawn, but I will try my best. 🦇🕸️🕷️🎃🪓

[sillystringedrat]

FOR WHY!?!?

[pleasantwasteland]

Look, what I'm trying to say is, I don't hate you. I could never hate you.

[georgeromeros]

Creepshow (2019 - ) Season 2 Episode 1 “Model Kid”

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #3: "Fingerprints" The Mummy (2017)