#archeologist derek

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I know someone has said this or done this but the mummy but sterek

Stiles is an archeologist just like his mother(like Evelyn)

Scott his adopted brother as Jonathan

And Derek the solider as Rick O’Connell

I’m sorry but the dynamic is so unmatched. Evelyn and Rick are just so sterek coded.

[mollyannice]

Why these fandoms

Stargate: With SG1, there is Jack a guy that son got a hold of his revolver and accidentally killed himself. He would be interesting to see interacting with Batman, Jason and Dick. Sam, I can see the Batgirls being drawn to her. Daniel, his parents are archeologists that parents died infront of him in an accident and figures out the stargate by reading his horoscope. I can see Tim, Batman and Jason drawn to him. There is Teal'c who is the reserved warrior and I can see him and Alfred getting along.

Buffy: Both Jason and Buffy crawled from their graves. The relationship between the two. Also the relationship between Faith and Jason: the Dark Slayer and the Angry Robin.

Mash: This would be comical to see the batfam on the 4077 back in time.

Gargoyles: The batfam spends a lot of time with Gargoyles. The fact there is no fics, is a travesty.

Simpsons: I just put this one down for comedy sake.

Jane Austen Novels: when you have one of the characters always referencing it like as it Jane Austen is the only author out there, yeah might as well have crossover fics.

Twilight: I just put this down because Rosalie and Jason meeting would be fun. You can't tell me Jason wouldn't love meeting a woman that killed her rapist and ex-fiancé and all his buddies while wearing the wedding dress she was going to marry the dude in.

Brooklyn 911: I can see some chemistry between characters and migraines shared

Law and Order SVU:

Animorphs: You have Batman, a very paranoid man put in a world where anyone could have a parasite in their head. Also there could be superheroes running around with parasites in their head. The horror of that year.

Life with Derek: If you know, you know

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Among the Exhibits - Sterek Museum AU

Derek Hale is the director of the Beacon Hills Museum and the local expert in the fields of anthropology, palaentology and archaeology. Stiles is the enthusiastic college student who visits the museum almost every other day, studying among the exhibits and looking for job openings. Derek dismisses him at first, but then one day, Stiles accidentally leaves his study notes at the museum and Derek finds then when he’s doing a final sweep of the museum. Curious about what Stiles is studying and why he’s so intent on being at the museum, he takes a look inside and finds a mix of notes from entomology to archaeology. All the notes are really in depth, colour coded and at a level of study that should be beyond a college student. He hates to admit it, but he’s impressed.

[x]

  Derek stared at his computer, watching the blinking curser that sat, unmoving, on the blank page. His mind was reeling with fragmented thoughts that he didn’t seem to be able to string together.

He slouched back in his chair, running his hand down his face.

He turned and looked out the clear windows of his office which overlooked the main lobby of the museum, a small fleet of stairs leading from his door and into a small alcove hidden behind the offices. Across the lobby, he could see the models of whales and schools of fish that were suspended from the ceiling and lit by the walls of windows. To the far side of the lobby, beyond the front desk, he could see the open doorway that led into the exhibits of dinosaurs, deep sea creatures, and entomology.

“Stuff it,” he muttered to himself, pushing back his chair and rising to his feet. He shrugged on his khaki bomber jacket and made his way out of the office. He pulled the door shut behind himself, pausing to look at the brass plate: Dr. Derek Hale. Director of Beacon Hills Museum.

He trudged down the stairs, smiling to patrons and briefly saying ‘Hello’ as he passed and made his way down to the museum café.

The barista already knew his order off by heart and began to make it before Derek had the chance to order. He fitted a lid onto the paper cup and passed it over the counter to Derek.

Derek thanked him, paid and began to make his way through the museum. He stepped over to the front desk, reaching over and snatching one of the chocolate chip cookies that Lydia kept hidden behind her desk.

Lydia shot a dirty glare at him.

Derek smiled back at her and bit into the biscuit. “How’s everything going down here?”

“Good,�� Lydia replied. “We did have a lost child earlier today—she had walked off on her mum because she wanted to look at the dinosaurs. That issue was resolved quickly and aside from that and a couple of issues with group bookings for the Egyptian exhibit, nothing eventful has happened.”

Derek nodded thoughtfully. He turned to walk away when Lydia said, “Oh, and the guy—Stiles—was here a little while ago, asking if there’s any job openings.”

“There’s no job openings,” Derek said. “But if something comes up, I’ll let you know and he can apply like anyone else.”

Lydia shrugged and turned back to her work.

Derek turned and walked away, making his way towards the open doorway that led into the dinosaur exhibit. This is where his love for palaeontology and archaeology had begun; years ago, when his mother had brought him to the museum and he had stood beneath the towering skeletons of mighty beasts. He had looked upon them with such wonder and admiration that he knew then that he would grow up to uncover their secrets. And he had; he had gotten degrees in anthropology, palaeontology and archaeology. He had travelled the world uncovering the fossilised remains of dinosaurs and ancient ruins. He had been the adventurer he had dreamed of being as a child.

But that dream broke when he was called in to identify the victims of war, tragedies and natural disasters, he had pulled bodies from rubble and looked at the corpses of children. He had built relief centres and given identities to many of the bodies, but it was those he couldn’t identify that haunted him the most.

He drew himself back to reality, noticing the young man who sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall and writing something in a thick notebook. His satchel sat by his side, full of notebooks and scattered pieces of paper while a small pile of text books sat by his other side. His thick brown hair was a tousled mess and his dark brown eyes were intently focused on whatever it was he was writing. HIs lips quivered slightly as he uttered the words to himself.

He had seen him there before, many times. He was a college student who attended the campus over the road and came here almost every afternoon. He’s find an exhibit and sit down. Derek had always though that it was to study; trying to find a place where he wouldn’t be disturbed, but when the museum got busy and noisy, he didn’t move.

Derek had learned to ignore him.

Derek turned and walked away, making his way through to the hallway that led to the small outside garden with a pool of crystal-clear water. The rocky walls surrounding it were covered in trickling rivulets of water.

It was peaceful, serine.

Derek sat down on one of the benches and hung his head in his hands. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweet water and the rich petrichor. He felt his shoulders drop and his tensions wash away as he listened to the soft sounds of running water.

After a while, he straightened his back and sipped at his coffee.

The fragmented thoughts returned, except this time he was able to string them together.

He pulled the small notepad out of his jacket pocket and made a quick note of his thoughts before pocketing the booklet and rising to his feet. He tossed the paper cup into the nearby recycling bin and made his way back through the museum.

Lydia would have made the announcement that the museum was closing by now, so Derek began his final sweeps, slightly disturbed by how quiet and lifeless the rooms were without patrons.

He made his way back past the dinosaurs, pausing when he caught sight of a small notebook that lay on the floor. He crouched down and picked it up.

The tattered cover had frayed around the edges and the gold text that read ‘NOTES’ had been worn away. Down the bottom was a scrawl of pen, a name: Stiles Stilinski.

Curiosity winning him over, he flipped open the cover and looked through the pages of notes; notes on entomology, archology, planetology, engineering, and everything in between. He didn’t seem to have a focus of study or a singular interest, but it wasn’t just simply writing things down to learn. Derek flipped through the pages that had been thumbed smooth, looking at the in-depth notes, annotated essays and critical papers, colour-coded notes and pages of highlighting.

The notes were at a level of study that was beyond a college student, and Derek hated to admit it, but he was impressed.

The notes from today were on the process of fossilisation and carbon dating. Slotted in between the pages was a printed journal article, one that Derek knew well; one that Derek had written.

Derek flipped through the few blank pages at the end of the book before spying the final page, a messy list of dissertation titles, plans and a printed biography of Derek from the Museum website.

Derek let out a weak chuckle, closing the notebook and making his way back up to his office. He dropped the tattered notebook on his desk and collected his laptop, a few books and papers and slid them into his satchel. He stepped toward the door and hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles’ notebook.

He stepped back over to his desk and picked it up, carefully sliding it into his bag before stepping over to the stairs, switching off the light and closing the door behind himself.

Lydia was waiting for him by the door. He locked everything up and walked her out to her car.

“You look… chipper,” Lydia remarked, smiling up at him.

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” Lydia urged, gently nudging Derek’s arm. “What is it?”

“Goodnight, Lydia,” Derek said, unable to hide his smile.

Lydia pouted, but let it drop. She got into her car and started the engine, reversing out of her parking spot and waving to Derek as she left.

Derek waved goodbye before getting into his own car.

      The museum was quiet, as it usually is at that time. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing the open rooms in light.

Derek sat at his computer, glancing down at the small notebook he carried around and the notes he had jotted down yesterday. His nimble fingers, darted across the keyboard, the thin black letters filling out the pages as his mind began to clear.

There was a loud bang.

Derek bolted upright, rushing to his office door as he saw someone run towards the front desk. He could hear panicked screaming but couldn’t make out the words.

He grabbed Stiles’ tattered notebook and made his way downstairs.

“Please,” he heard a panicked voice beg. “I’m sure I left it here. Are you sure you haven’t found anything?”

Derek stepped around the corner to see Stiles bracing himself against the front desk, his shoulders heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“That depends on what you’re looking for,” Derek interjected, his voice calm and steady as he looked at the rugged young man.

“One of my notebooks. It had notes for my essay that I’m writing but I dropped it when I was here yesterday—I’m sure I dropped it here,” Stiles stammered.

Derek held up the tattered old notebook. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Relief washed over Stiles. “Yes.”

Derek held it out for him and Stiles took it, thanking him profusely.

The young man turned and started to make his way back towards the large glass doors when Derek’s voice stilled him, “Stiles.”

He turned around and looked at Derek.

“That’s some great work you’ve done there,” Derek complimented. He paused for a moment. “There aren’t any job openings currently, but if you’re still looking for a supervisor for your dissertation, I’d be happy to take you on.”

Stiles’ face lit up with a bright smile, his dark brown eyes sparkling like gold as he frantically nodded. “That… That would be fantastic… Thank you. Thank you, sir.”

“Derek,” he corrected politely. “Call me Derek.”

Stiles nodded. “Thank you, Derek.”

  AO3  --  Support Me Through PayPal

[earlyspringtranscendence]

started listening to stealing sorcery and while andrew rowe has improved uh. VASTLY regarding like.. idek what to call this but exposition on worldbuilding, not in a sense of like “oh this or that is their culture” but like literal physical world-building, his first books feel so un-grounded because there is litcherally no like ground to envision them on, you know ? anyway he’s improved with that a lot but his characters have always been impeccable

[its-lovelyhappycollection]

Derek: stiles, we need to talk about your last will

Stiles: what about it?

Derek: well, the only thing you wrote was 'Barry me with 7 extra bones to f* archeologists lamo'

[somanyyumypeoplejustletmehave1]

@lilpunkrock nominated me for the 17 questions 17 answers challenge. Thanks for including me in the fun, sorry for the late response <3

Nickname: Megs

Sign: Libra

Height: 5’6”

Last thing I Googled: Snorlax Christmas wrapping hack... i saw the video but forgot to save it and couldnt find it when i needed it :(

Song stuck in my head: baby its cold outside - Idina Menzel & Michael Buble (i work retail... pray for me. that is one of the least offensive chistmas songs they have been playing on repeat... 😭

# of Followers: 22

Hours of Sleep: lately its been 5 - 6 but to be a decent member of society i need at least 8 preferably 9. I NEED SLEEEEEP 😴

Lucky number: i dunno i dont really have one. will go with my birthday 7th

Dream Job: This is a tough one cause i tried out what used to be my dream job when i was younger and it didnt work out. maybe travel journo is my new one? when i was younger and watched indianna jones and stargate i really wanted to be an archeologist and explore places that hadnt been lived in for ages. but was shot down by friends and family so sort of fell out of that. maybe it was a good thing if my expectation was from that kind of film.. 😅 or maybe i should go back to school? Give it a try?

Wearing: my old thinkgeek star wars nighty that says ‘i love you’ ‘i know’ with the millenium falcon and glow in the dark writing <3

Aesthetic: My aesthetic with objects and my living space is very ecclectic. but my wardrobe is very standard jeans and dark tee (what is colour?), when im at home though perpetually in Pj’s.

Movies/Books that Summarize Me: Uhh dont know about ‘summarise me’ but the things that stick out the most are starwars, stargate, the labyrinth, atlantis the lost empire, the phantom comics and movie, i love sci-fi. skulduggery pleasant book series, percy jackson, watchmen.. i could go on but you get the picture.

Favorite Song: It depends on my mood. i could love an artist/song with my whole heart but if i am in the wrong mood i will skip an avoid. current mood is angsty, punk and emo so the likes of; blink 182, sum 41, AAR, yellowcard, the killers, FOB, MCR. but then if you look at one of my happy mood play lists its got demi lovato, taylor swift, hailee steinfeld, 5 sos, hilltop hoods, halsey, pink.. i also have a zen playlist, 80′s..you get the picture...

Favorite Instrument: depends on the day, usually guitar or piano but today im vibing the violin.

Favorite Author(s): glad you added plural. derek landy (he’s bonkers, i love it!) Neil gaiman, kylie chan, rick riordan, sarah j. maas, mathew reilly, bronte sisters...

Random Fun Fact(s): i can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, if i had unlimited funds i would be a nomad for life, i love to dance in thunderstorms, i have never seen snow fall, i once had a snake tooth break off in me when i got bitten, i love romance stories but have never been in a relationship before, i am a carb freak and gods help you if you get between me and my garlic bread.

No pressure nomination @batmanaintapeasant @invisibleanonymousmonsters @just-chirpin

 @nuggsmum @turniptitaness @emo-kodama

Thanks for the fun!💕

@desert-fern nominated me for this 17 Questions, 17 Answers challenge! This was so fun! 🤩

Nickname: Lex, Lexi Lou

Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5’4”

Last thing I Googled: “Do you need a receipt to return to Menards?” (I didn’t get a clear answer lol)

Song stuck in my head: Any song by Knox, the entire Dark Sun album by Dayseeker, December (Again) by Neck Deep, ALL Christmas music

# of Followers: 245

Hours of Sleep: A solid 5.75-6.75, ya girl is busy

Lucky number: 12, all day every day

Dream Job: I’m really fortunate to be working my dream job as an outpatient dietitian. If I could get more niche, though, I would like to specialize in nutrition therapy for cancer and/or eating disorders.

Wearing: Gray quarter-zip pullover, black sweatpants, cheetah print Hey Dudes

Aesthetic: My aesthetic is kind of all over the place honestly. Sometimes it’s a little punk rock (hence the name). Since it’s wintertime, I’m BIG into comfy sweaters. I also like jumpsuits/rompers. If I’m at home, though, you’ll probably find me wearing my husband’s clothes, lmao.

Movies/Books that Summarize Me: I’m not sure about books and movies that SUMMARIZE me, but some books that have really stayed with me throughout the years are the Chaos Walking and Folk of the Air series. Star Wars has been really formative for me throughout the years. I love any kind of creepy/supernatural type movies and shows…Stranger Things and Wednesday are two of my recent favorites! And, of course, the Sandman.

Favorite Song: I’m way too indecisive to choose, but I love the whole Dark Sun album by Dayseeker, any Knox song, Taylor Acorn’s Stay Emo album, Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade, Emotion Sickness by Said the Sky

Favorite Instrument: Piano and the synthesizer

Favorite Author(s): Patrick Ness (The Chaos Walking series is 😩♥️), Holly Black (Folk of the Air 🤌🏻), Leigh Bardugo (Shadow and Bone series 🤤)

Random Fun Fact(s): I wrote my first book in middle school, I’m a black belt in taekwondo, the one food I could never give up is chocolate, and I’m a slut for an enemies-to-lovers storyline

I nominate @padsfirewhisky, @icee228, @somanyyumypeoplejustletmehave1, @layla2-49, @omega-ish, @del9, and @ssa-alexandria! No pressure, just if you want to. 😊

[tsukikoindreamsmp]

Church Prime Academy (PTAoDPM/KHR AU)

I swear all KHR cast are teenagers why does everyone know everyone?! XD

Church Prime Academy is an academy build in the middle of the Great Essempi Nation, serving as a neutral ground for the kingdoms surrounding it. Many nobles and heirs study there.

The academy teaches various lesson (alchemy, politic, economy, magic ect), along with combat skill. During the midterm and final exam, other than academic test, there will be a survival test (each year will be different).

Lessons

Core Classes:

Armory & Weaponry

History

Language Study

Economy

Geography

Mathematics

Combat Studies

Nature Studies

Politic

Art

Music

Etiquette & Manner Studies

Magic Rune Reading

Dancing

Elective Classes

Armorsmith

Weaponsmith

Archeologist

Advance Literature

Advance Trades

Cartography

Advance War

Herbologist

Advance Diplomacy

Advance Musician

Advance Composer

Combative Spells

Enchantments

Advance Magic

Notable Students

1st Year

Tommy Innit (youngest child of the Innit household, who has a close connection to the Quartz Pacifier holder, Dream W. Taken)

Tubbo von Underscore (Heir to the Snowchester Kingdom, the sister county of L'Manburg, cousin of Fundy and Wilbur)

Eret Derek (the Redstone Pacifier holder)

Purpled Grayson

2nd Year

Jack Manifold

Niki Ninachu

Sapnap Halo (adopted son of Bad B. Halo, the Diamond Pacifier holder)

3rd Year

Floris ‘Fundy’ Rondo Goldstein (second prince and heir of the Kingdom of L'Manberg)

‘Techno Blade’ (prince of Syndicate, currently on the run)

4th Year

William Vivace Goldstein / Wilbur Soot (first prince of the Kingdom of L'Manberg)

George N. Found (heir to the Kinoko Kingdom)

Punz Chillin

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Freddie’s 40th birthday; Freddie Mercury x reader

*Author’s note*

In honor of the legend’s 74th birthday, as apart of my Rock Angel series, I have written up this little filler chapter centered around Freddie’s birthday. It’s unbelievable that had he lived today, we would’ve been celebrating his 74th bday. But as it is said in the Sandlot ‘Heroes get remembered, but legends never die’. Happy birthday Freddie Mercury, wherever you are, know that you are loved and are continued to be loved by generations of people that are just getting to know you or people that have followed/known you when you were alive.

Enjoy my lovelies and until the next update :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@simonedk​

@queensdivas​

@queendeakyy​

@geek-and-proud​

@platawnic​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@klausidiot​

@onebigfangirlworld​

@naturalswifty89​

@starswin​

@dj-lowkey​

@isabella-bby​

@bohemiansweede​

@5sos-wdw​

@labessieisallama​

____________________________________________________________

*Sept. 7th, 1986*

I was looking myself over in the mirror seeing how my cowgirl hat looked.  It wasn’t anything fancy just a simple leather khaki hat that belonged to mum who gave it to me just for this party.  I brushed the ends of my hair before Jack came in wearing his Indiana Jones hat.

“Look at you my little cowgirl.”

“Now don’t you dare say something naughty or else you’re going to get it.” Jack faked a gasp.

“How dare you suggest I’d say such a thing.”

“Please Jack. You may look all sweet and innocent but even you can go Freddie Mercury dirty. Or worse Deacy leveled of rottenness.”

“Never did I think he could think such thoughts.”

“You do realize that his first song Misfire was all about pre-ejaculation right?”

“Okay subject change please!” I shoved him and said.

“You started it.”

“Nu-uh!”

“Oh shut it you. Now remind me again why you didn’t want to wear a cowboy hat?”

“You know what those hats do to me. Plus….” He stroked the rim of his Indie hat, “this makes me look cooler.” His brow quirked as he smirked in the mirror trying to be sexy (which he was but I’ll never admit that out loud).

“But then we could’ve been a matching set at the party. Fred would’ve been all gushed up about it.”

“You know this day is about him right?”

“Correction two days ago was all about him. This is his birthday party. Thankfully it won’t be as crazy as last years. Yeesh. I still don’t remember how Roger and I ended up in that closet together.”

“Let alone with your shirt over his face.”

“Oh god yeah that—most awkward thing ever. But I think I recall saying something like ‘it’s too hot in this hellhole for me!’ Or some random thing like that. At least that’s what Deacy said he heard. God we had sooo much tequila that night. Never again.”  He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me and pecked my cheek.

“Yeah cause I wouldn’t want to think that my wife was screwing around with her father figure.”

“EWW! Now that is something I know that not even drunk me would do. Why put that image into my brain oh god JACK!!!” he laughed as I began hitting his arm.  

“Ow! Okay! Okay I’m sorry!”

“You better be. Now what time is it?”

“6:40.”

“Shit we better get going!” I grabbed his hand and we took off out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

In the living room our sitter Derek aka ‘Dancing man’ Anderson, who was also one of my roadies on tour, was already feeding our daughter.

“Okay Derek, we’re heading out. Again thank you soo much for volunteering to babysit for me. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do this much…….”

“Relax (Y/n). I’ve had 3 kids so I know how this works. Thankfully I was in the neighborhood. Plus I get the chance to see the kid before the rest of the roadies do.” I shook my head at him.

Derek had been one of my first roadies ever since I became the Rock Angel.  He was about the same age as Roger was and if I’m being honest, he’s kinda like Roger in a way.  In fact if I remember correctly it was Roger’s roadie Crystal that recommended Derek to me.  He’s great with electronics and lighting and he’s basically the ringleader since he’s the only one of my original team that has stuck with me for the past five years.

“Okay so her bottles are in the fridge and I’ve laid out instructions on how to warm them up. Her bedtime is in two hours, and her favorite story is ‘Oh the places you’ll go’. And ohh I know I’m forgetting something.”

“Angel, relax. I’ve got this. Jack gave me the full rundown about an hour ago while you were deciding on your hat. Give my birthday regards to Fred.”

“We will. Thanks again Derek.” Jack said as the two of them shook hands with each other.

“No prob, you two kids have fun. And don’t worry mini Angel will be safe and sound.”

“Alright, bye baby girl. Mummy loves you.” I leaned down and pecked my daughter’s cheek repeatedly then Jack came down and kissed the top of her head which was starting to sprout my hair color and told her.

“Daddy loves you too sweetheart.” Jack and I picked up our gifts for Freddie and we walked out the door and headed to the car.

To my surprise Jack actually offered to drive to Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge.  I looked at him surprised and switched seats with him and I must admit I’m surprised that he’s managed to get driving in England down.

“Wow Jack I must say, you’ve really adapted to our way of driving, haven’t yah?”

“Well seeing you guys drive all the time kinda helped me out a bit more. Plus those old driving lessons from Deacy also helped as well.”

“So I got to ask. American style of driving or UK style of driving.”

“Oh American hands down. I still fear that I’m gonna ram into someone driving on this side of the road.”

“Guess we both feel that way. When your cousin Jensen gave me my first car driving lessons, I was terrified beyond belief. Not only was it something totally different, but also just driving on the side of the road that I’ve never driven on. But you’re doing good baby. I’m proud of you.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said.

“Hey now, no need to get frisky. I’m the one behind the wheel here.”

“You are just full of snappy comebacks today aren’t yah?” he grinned at me and continued to drive on.

After a while we finally arrived at Freddie’s place just ten minutes past 7.  Jack parked the car just a few yards away from the entrance of Garden Lodge and the two of us walked hand in hand towards the entrance.  I pressed the buzzer at the gate and that’s when Jim’s voice came on the intercom and he said.

‘Hello?’

“Hey Jim it’s Jack and (Y/n). We made it.”

‘Ahh the Kline couple, come right on in.’ the gate let out a buzz and Jack opened the door and tipped his hat just like Indiana Jones as he did his best Harrison Ford impression.

“My lady.”

“Why thank you Dr. Jones.” I said in my best Southern accent before walking right on in and he followed behind me.

We walked across the front garden and I couldn’t help but admire the flowers that grew down the runway towards the house.  We walked up the steps and Jack knocked on the door and soon answering the door wearing a pink boa with an angel halo on top of his head was the Queen himself, Freddie Mercury.

“Well about fucking time you two got here. I was beginning to think you both skipped out on me.”

“Please Fred. If we wanted to, you’d never let us hear the end of it.” I teased him.  He chuckled and smiled that wide smile of his before extending his arms out and the two of us hugged and kissed each other.

“And Jack. Handsome and dashing as ever.” Freddie praised.

“Thanks Fred.” Jack blushed.

“And a couple’s costume at that. I swear I think you two will upstage me. And I’m supposed to be the birthday boy here.”

“Oh well Fred actually we’re not doing a couple’s costume. At least not anymore we aren’t.”

“Oh well then Jack what kind of hat is this supposed to be?” Fred said as he stroked the rim of Jack’s Indiana Jones hat.

“Wow and I thought you would’ve at least seen at least one of the films. This is an Dr. Indiana Jones hat.”

“A doctor you say, well what the fuck kind of doctor wears that kind of hat?”

“He’s also an archeologist that goes on adventures Fred.” I explained to him.  Freddie ahhed in understandment.

“Okay now I see. Well besides all that, come on in my darlings the party’s just beginning.” Fred opened the front door wider and allowed Jack and I to enter inside.

And amazingly while there were a lot of people there, it wasn’t as full crazed as his birthday party last year.  It was mellow, quieter, people making small talk amongst friends.  It was a nice change for once (especially after the after party for the Magic tour).

The party went on and as Fred and I stood side by side of each other looking out at the other party guests I turned to him and said.

“You know I’m really surprised Fred. You really mellowed out.”

“Well darling the older you get, the less of a party animal you become. Even the champ must lose at one point.”

“All these metaphors and old saying you’ve been saying throughout this past year, I swear Fred you should be a philosopher.”

“As great as some of their sayings are, they’d be boring to meet in real life. And dear I refuse to be boring.” He playfully dipped my hat forward covering my eyes.  I groaned and playfully shoved him as I readjusted my hat.

That’s when I noticed a band on his right ring finger.

I took his hand and held it and looked up at him and asked him intrigued.

“And just what is this Fred?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know.” Fred teased me.

“C’mon Fred. You know as well as I that this ring isn’t like any of the old concert rings you used to wear ten years ago. So out with it.” Fred looked around before clasping my hand with his and he dragged me off upstairs where we would have some privacy.

We made it to his master suite and there I saw Delilah and Goliath both sunning themselves on the bed.

“It’s from Jim.” Freddie spoke softly as he stared down at th ring lovingly. “He gave it to my just before everyone got here. A sorta—one year anniversary present. I would wear it on my left hand if I could but—you know how people are these days when it comes to relationships. Especially with mine.”

I walked up to him and cupped his face between my hands.  He and I stared at each other and I said to him.

“I’m happy for you Fred. Truly I am. And hell if it were up to me, I’d have you and Jim married tonight if you both wanted to.”

“I know you would darling.” He very gingerly pinched my cheek.

“And……people can be bastards. They think that sexual relationships have to be in a straight fashion. Even Johanna and Graham thought that way. Any trace of homosexuality, they’d treat them as if they were scum of the scum. They’d even tried to brainwash me into believing it as well. But thankfully I have more common sense than them or anyone else that thinks that way. Love is Love. As long as two people are happy and in love with each other, so long as they are of legal age, then it doesn’t matter.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“A lioness with a heart of gold. Your parents would be proud of you darling.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Who knows maybe one day the world can change and have people of the same sex get married. And when that day comes, I’ll be right there at your side as your Maid of honor.” Freddie softly smiled and said.

“I’ll let you plan the whole thing out if you want.”

“Good cause you know I’ve got some suggestions.”

“You did learn from the best.”

“Also I’m gonna tell you what you once told me when Jack and I first became a couple. If he breaks your heart, or makes you cry like that last bastard of a man you had, I’ll pop him off his arse till he’s in a coma.”

We both softly laughed and pecked each other’s cheeks before embracing each other tightly.  “Never change my darling Rock Angel.”

“Never Freddie. So long as you never change either.”

“With you by my side, I doubt I ever will.” We both softly laughed.

“C’mon. I’m betting everyone’s wondering where the birthday boy is at.” We took each other’s hands once more and walked out of his master suite and headed back downstairs.

Everyone gathered in the back garden as Jim, Terry and Phoebe pulled out the cake (which was sculpted into the shape of an orange, black and white patterned cat standing on a podium with its paw up in the air).

Once the sparkling candles were lit, we all sang Happy birthday to Freddie.  Freddie stood by his cake smiling and gushing about till the end of the song before finally blowing out his candles.

“I better not expect a girl wearing a cat costume to pop out and ruin this cake!” we all laughed and that’s when Jim came up to him and delicately cut the bottom part of the cake.  As Jack and I sat together I couldn’t take my eyes off of Freddie.

He was just radiating this pure energy as he chatted away with Phoebe, Jim and his other friends that he knew outside of Queen. He truly was a ray of sunshine who made everyone laugh and smile, and I am so glad that he got out of Prenter’s grasp when he did cause this this was the Freddie I knew and loved.

“He seems happier with Jim.” Jack said to me as he ate a piece of his cake.

“He does. He finally found himself a little niche in life. And I’m happy for him.”

“So they’re really together, aren’t they?” Jack asked me. Of course there wasn’t any hatred or disgust as my husband spoke those words, he genuinely wanted to know whether or not Freddie and Jim were seriously an item or not.

“They are. And I can see that it’s real love between those two. I hope they stay together for a long, long time. They’re good for each other.”

“I’ll admit it, even though I’ve never really seen a gay romance for myself. I think they really do love each other.”

“It’s just like us. Like Deacy and Ronnie, like any other straight marriage or relationship. It doesn’t matter the gender of the person so long as two people love each other and care about one another. Love is Love.”

“I can get behind that.” Jack said as he nuzzled his face into my neck making me giggle softly.

It was about an hour after sunset when the party finally came to a close.  Everyone bid their goodbyes to Freddie and when I had invited Fred and Jim to come and have tea tomorrow, that’s when I found out that they would actually be leaving for Japan tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh wow Japan. You two going on your honeymoon?” I playfully nudged Fred.

“It’s not so much a honeymoon dear. Just a way for Jim and I to get to know each other a little more without all the press and cameras stalking us.”

“Understood. Those blood-sucking leeches.”

“Tell me about it.” He grumbled.

“Well I hope you both have a safe trip and enjoy yourselves.”

“We will darling. And I’ll be sure to pick something up for the mini-angel’s birthday in a couple months. As well as a souvenir gift.”

“You know she’s still a baby right?”

“So what? Just because she’s a baby doesn’t mean I have to stop spoiling her.” I rolled my eyes and embraced Freddie and he hugged me back.

“You’re gonna drive me to early grey hair Mercury.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling.” He said in a posh tone. “As I’ve always said you’re gonna be an ageless beauty. It’s me and the other guys that’ll age like milk.” I slapped his arm then we kissed each other goodbye then Jack and I took our leave.

When we arrived back home, we came in to see Derek sitting on the couch watching the news.

“How was the party?” he asked us.

“Mellow but fun. How was our girl?” Jack said.

“Barely gave me any trouble, unlike my own daughter when she was that age. The only fuss she made was when I had to change her nappie before bed.”

“She’s done that with us too. Mum hopes she’ll grow out of it soon.” I said as I walked up to him.

‘Growing cases of the AIDS and HIV virus continues to climb. So far in England alone more than 1000 confirmed deaths have occurred due to the virus…..’ I shut the TV off and muttered angrily.

“I hate the news. They never have anything positive to say. All it is is just death, gang bangs, cults, economy crashes, war, or this new virus that’s been coming up.”

“Don’t let it affect you too much Angel, you don’t need to have all that negativity floating in your head. Well I best be off.”

“Thanks again Derek, I’ll send you your payment in the morning.” I told him.

“No need. This one’s on the house. Have a good night Angel, Jack.”

“Night Derek. Drive safely.” Jack told him as Derek grabbed his coat and keys then left the house.

Jack and I changed out of our party clothes and got into our pajamas and cuddled close together.

“G’night Jack.” I yawned.

“G’night my love. Sweet dreams.” Jack whispered.  He kissed my forehead as the two of us fell asleep cuddled under the sheets.

[cyn-00]

fluff 28 - “Can I stay here tonight?” pretty pls 🥺

Old but gold am I right? Anyway, I was pondering that maybe I could make this into a pre-slash/pining kinda thing instead of established relationship because 1) it probably fits better, and 2) simply to change once in a while! Hope you don't mind, nonnie 💘

Prompt list (requests currently closed)

Read it on AO3

-------------

"NO way. Reid, seriously? No way you watch this stuff for fun, come on!" Emily interrupted the quiet, talking over some archeologist rattling on about Pompeii on the TV.

Both Penelope and Derek burst in a laugh they seemed to have been holding for the past 20 minutes.

"It's extremely interesting and educational! You guys don't understand..." the genius pouted, burrowing further into the backrest of one of Morgan's armchairs and bringing his knees to his chest as if defending himself from potential physical attack of some sort - which was always an option with Emily Prentiss in a ray of 20 ft from him.

"Alright, I'll give you 'educational', I don't know about 'interesting' though, kid." Morgan gave his opinion with a hint of good-hearted pity wrinkling his features, once he had regained breath from the laugh.

Reid glared at him, but Garcia exploded in a second squealing fit of giggles before he could retort in any way.

"Oh Boy Genius, please don't ever change." she said with teary eyes.

Spencer nibbed his inner-cheek and tried to keep his eyes to the documentary, for some reason feeling like if he looked back at his friends he would spot at least one of them analyzing the blush crawling up his neck.

-

Another 20 minutes and half a bowl of popcorn later, Emily again intruded the silence.

"Alright, my friends," she exhaled, glimpsing at her wristwatch. "I should probably get home before I fall asleep on this very couch." she concluded, specifically sparing Reid a fond glance.

"Right, Penny?" Prentiss asked, turning her head to their almost dozing co-worker beside her.

"Mmh Emily Prentiss you always come up with great ideas." the other woman mumbled, lifting her head from where it had fell back on the cushion. "No offense to you OR your documentaries of course, dear Doctor Handsome." she winked.

'Doctor Handsome' chuckled, shrugging. "None taken."

In the meantime, Emily had strolled to the coat hanger to grab both her and Penelope's jacket.

"Did I hear 'Doctor Handsome'? Hah! Now that's new isn't it?" she mocked, making her way back to the living room.

Garcia snorted. "It's just a more FBI friendly way to say...how- how is it that you call him, Der-Der?"

Morgan's brows shot up as an amused smirk curved his lips. "Pretty boy? That what you're referring to?"

"Yes!" she snapped her fingers. "Yes, that's the one. It's the same thing, basically."

"Same 'vibe'." Prentiss shot Morgan a teasing grin, air-quoting the word.

Even having silently witnessed all of that with wide eyes and burning cheeks - thank God the lights were low - Reid couldn't help but laugh at the woman's remark.

"Woah! Pretty boy, whose side are you on now??"

That didn't but make the volume of Penelope's cackling increase, drawing everyone's attention away from Spencer's ridiculously embarrassed facial expression.

"Ok you two, out of my sight or I call Clooney to kick you out!" the older man joked, standing to his feet and pointing toward the front door.

His female friends delivered a series of laughing Ok, alright, calm down! before effectively exiting the house.

-

Derek came back to the living room, now gone completely silent from shortage of bickering and background talking of the TV.

"You gonna stick around a while longer, kid?" he asked gently, leaning with his shoulder against a wall cross-armed after having stared at the back of Reid's curly head for a minute - the only possible view that specific spot in the room supplied.

The genius - until then visibly lost in that big brain of his - put his feet back on the ground and turned around slightly to look at the man.

"Uhm, y-yeah..." he confirmed; although an unconvinced frown brought his eyebrows together.

Derek stood straight and dropped his arms to walk back to the couch.

"Reid...you don't have to stay if you're tired, I was just asking." he reassured as he sat down, wearing the softest expression he could - though it wasn't that hard of a task when talking to the quirky genius.

"No, I, I know! Of course that's- that's kind of the point..." the other trailed off, gazing down at his socks.

His explanation did little to nothing to clear Derek's mind. As a matter of fact, it probably messed it up even more - and it must have shown on his face.

"I mean that," Spencer cleared his throat. "I actually meant to ask...can I- m-may I stay here tonight? Maybe?"

Ah. So that's what that was about.

The other man grinned, cocking his head to one side. "Yeah, kid, sure you can stay. You know you don't have to ask."

The sweet smile on Reid's face was nothing short of priceless.

"But, can I ask...why?"

Spencer gaped helplessly for a second.

"Is it 'cause you came here with the metro? You don't feel like taking it so late?"

"Oh, well...that didn't even cross my mind..." the younger man's pupils explored every inch of floor beneath his feet. "but anyway no, that's not the reason. It's that, ah..."

Derek saw him struggling. He leaned forward and reached a hand out to raise the man's chin; an unsaid What is it, then? printed on his face.

"I'm just, having trouble sleeping lately." Spencer confessed in a murmur.

The worry in Morgan's expression was washed away, not by the fact that Reid was - probably - having nightmares, rather by the realization that his dear friend was comfortable telling him such.

"Ok. No problem." he said, raising to his feet once again.

"You can have the couch or the guest room. Or even my bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Derek added non-committally while walking toward the closet at the end of the hallway to fetch some blankets.

"Oh! N- no- the couch is fine. Absolutely fine." the other stuttered, hurrying to refuse the kind offer.

Derek smiled warmly as he came back into the room carrying several folded cotton items.

"Yeah, I know you have a preference for sleeping on couches."

The genius stood up and stepped closer to take the stuff Morgan was handing him, eyeing down at it intently.

"That's true." he admitted, nodding shyly.

And if Derek didn't mention how flushed the boy's cheeks were when he saw one of his t-shirts sitting atop the heap of blankets, it was only because if he had, his face would've probably catched fire for real.

[nutellarghh]

“and bone lovingly”

[thegrapeandthefig]

phemonoi replied to your post “Look, I’m not a witchcraft blog but let’s get something straight:...”

can you develop more on how the gods were seen as dangerous? I'm really curious.

Interesting question which asks for a long answer!

Let us remember first and foremost that the Ancients had no problem thinking of the gods as multi-layered (eg. Apollo is both the God of healing and plague, Dionysus both linked to a bountiful harvest and yet the giver of madness etc...). This duality is shown in myths, where a god’s wrath can be as great as a god’s gift, but it is also visible in historical cult. We can observe that in the way the Greeks would decide where to make a new settlement (by making sure the gods were okay with the location) or, in the Roman tradition, the way they would look out for signs of the gods’ satisfaction and make sure to carry out whatever sacrifices/ritual were needed if they thought the gods were angry. Livy gives plenty of examples of this, where, for example,  the birth of a double-headed cow (or goat or whatever) would be interpreted as a bad omen. 

So let’s jump into the magic aspect of things. I’ll start by quoting Derek Collins in Magic in the Ancient Greek World: 

“Because sudden, unpredictable events could have multiple and invisible causes, and certain types of magic such as purification or curse tablets actually relied on divine intervention for their efficacy, it was difficult to know in any given circumstance the exact combination of divine and human causes that were responsible. In this respect, the invisible world was more important to the Greeks than the visible one, and misfortune for which an immediate and tangible cause could be found did not necessarily take precedence over an invisible and magical one.”

“By the classical period, a number of named and unnamed divinities are invoked in the curse tablets in different but conventional ways. It is understood that they will intervene in the desired action, although their exact role as agents is still not fully understood. The most common divinities mentioned in the early Attic texts, for example, are Hermes, Persephone, and Hekate, but even in Attica other divinities like Ge, Erinyes, and Dike are sporadically mentioned. More precisely to characterize the role of the divinities in accomplishing magic, attention has been paid to the formula ‘in the presence of (named divinity)’ [...]”

Binding magic is rarely, if ever, used for morally advisable means. The magician, whoever they may be, is trying to reach a specific goal: winning a courtcase, getting someone to shut up, getting someone to lose their possessions, getting someone to fall for them/be opened to sexual advances etc... The magician who writes a binding tablet is basically asking the divine to comply to his will, even if that will is to fuck someone up. Granted, we have no way of knowing whether or not the spells we know about have worked. But the fact that archeologists have found sooo many curse tablets does indicate that it was a common belief that you could call on the wrath of a deity for your own bidings. 

[andavs]

I wish you would write a fic where... Stiles is an archeologist! (Both because of your recent art of him and the giant statues, but also that story set of him finding Derek in the stone.)

@stardating said: Hopefully others have said this, but if it’s still interesting to you, “I wish you would write a fic where … Archaeologist Stiles finds a man in the stone.” (If his spark happens to be the thing that breaks the spell/curse/whatever that would be super keen!)

(Based on this post and this art.)

There was something different about this one. Stiles could feel it as he studied the stone slab, the intricate carvings from ancient civilizations. They’d found dozens of these slabs in their search, pushed and pulled and forced their way into empty caverns, long since looted for profit, but this one…

He pressed his palm to the intricate carving and felt the buzz of magic on the other side.

“Something’s in there,” he announced, and turned to Scott. “Can you get it open?”

Scott cocked his head from side to side instead of responding, and his eyes flared beta gold. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his hands, adjusted his footing, worked his jaw around his fangs, and he seemed to grow as he gathered his strength to the surface.

He took a deep breath, closed his hand into a tight fist, and punched with everything he had.

The stone cracked in half, but unlike the others, it wasn’t an uneven split along faults in the rock. It was a straight line down the center, carved with magic, just waiting for the seal to be broken.

They looked at each other as the two halves fell away, revealing the pitch black cavern that lay beyond.

Scott led the way, his werewolf eyes could see better in what little light there was, and he’d be able to navigate around any traps or debris. Stiles followed behind, trying to ignore the clenching awareness of ancient power pressing in around him.

Once they passed though the third towering archway, deeper into the mountain where the light from the entrance couldn’t reach, Stiles snapped his hand out and his magic flared to life in a brilliant glow, illuminating the massive darkness around them. First it revealed the inlaid stone floor, then the long, stone pedestals that lined the hall on either side, then the carved stone feet anchored on top that could rival an average car.

“Is this it? This has to be it,” Scott whispered, but even as quiet as he was, his voice echoed through the chamber, as if carried by ancient magic.

“It fits the descriptions I found,” Stiles replied even quieter. It felt wrong to speak any louder and disturb the heavy silence around them.

He took a few steps towards the closest pedestal on his left, bring his light closer to illuminate…

“The triskelion,” he murmured, running his fingertips over the engraving. It was strange seeing it in person, actually feeling the texture of the stone after following vague descriptions and sketches of half-remembered maps in old, dusty books.

Magic buzzed through the rock, humming through his touch like an electric current.

“The alphas,” Scott breathed in wonder, staring up at the colossal statue, standing tall right in front of Stiles. “I wonder which one he is.”

Stiles followed his gaze, craning his neck to look up at the towering stone giant, just one in a line of many on either side of the hall. It was hard to see any distinguishing features from the ground; the statues were easily sixty feet tall and his spark was the only source of light in the temple. He could just barely make out a strong jaw, the chin catching the weakest rays of light.

“Let’s find out.”

“Wait, wait.” Scott stepped forward to grab his wrist before he could do anything. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Stiles met his gaze head on, unblinking. Scott looked tired, as worn down as Stiles felt, hanging by a thread—not just from this trip across continents to find the temple, high up in the mountain caves, but from everything. Constantly on the defense, never able to come down. Every morning was getting harder and harder to convince himself it was all worth it, to get up and face hell on Earth before collapsing into bed over thirty hours later, only to do it all over again.

He was beyond sure, whether his translations were right or not. If he was right, they would finally be safe again with the guardians to protect them, for the first time in years. If he was wrong…well, it couldn’t possibly be worse than what they already had to face. At least the stone giants would probably end them all quickly.

Either way, they needed to do something, because nothing they’d tried was working.

“We’re losing, Scott,” he said simply. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Scott wanted to say he was wrong, Stiles could tell. He wanted to say things were changing, the tides were turning, and they would be okay. But Allison was gone, they hadn’t heard from Kira in months, Liam was clinging to life when they’d left and they didn’t know if he was still alive or not. Even if this worked, even if they survived, they would never be okay.

Instead, Scott just nodded, and let go of his wrist.

Stiles didn’t know for sure what he needed to do, the old books and letters were frustratingly vague���probably to keep just anyone from climbing the mountain and raising some of the most powerful beings in history. But unlike just anyone, he was a spark, and with that came certain knowledge he usually couldn’t access until the moment he needed it. The same ancient knowledge that led him around the world by intuition, searching out those frustratingly vague books written by the sparks that came before.

With one last confirming look with Scott, he reached out and pressed his palm to the center of the triskelion carved in the pedestal. He closed his eyes, centered himself in his mind, and willed whatever magical mechanism that kept the guardians set in stone, to open.

It wasn’t immediate, but it was a gradual build that started at the base of his spine and reverberated outwards around them, building in intensity and strength until it felt like the entire temple would come down around them. Scott shouted, grabbed Stiles to pull him away, but he couldn’t move. It was like his hand was sealed to the stone, like his magic wouldn’t let him cut this short or run away. He had to trust his magic; it hadn’t let him down yet.

The temple—the entire mountain was shaking around them, rumbling like the earth would split beneath their feet, until it slowed and petered off into a new sound: an earth-shattering roar that echoed throughout the dark, empty space, certain to bring it all down around them. But the earth didn’t shatter, nothing fell from the ceiling, none of the colossal statues fell, and when Stiles steadied himself enough to look up again, the statue’s eyes were glowing red in the darkness. 

The red of the alphas of legend.

“Whoa.”

Stiles could barely hear Scott’s voice over the ringing in his ears, the overwhelming awareness that they were no longer alone, and whatever being had appeared, just out of the glow of Stiles’ magic, it wasn’t like them.

He straightened and whirled around, holding out his hand towards the back of the temple hall to dimly reveal…

A man.

Stiles took a few steps closer to illuminate more, because he had to be seeing this wrong, but Scott’s confused sound beside him told him that he really was seeing a man, wrapped up in flowering vines in a recess of the stone wall that definitely hadn’t been there before. His eyes were closed, like he was taking a brief nap, and it was only the cobwebs strung around him that showed he’d been there for anything longer than a few hours.

They stared in a shocked silence for a long time, watching, waiting for something to happen, but the man’s eyes didn’t open. He wasn’t dead, he was breathing—so slowly it almost looked like he wasn’t, but somehow he was alive.

“Is this…” Scott looked back up at the statue, its eyes still glowing red, then back to the man before them. “I don’t know if this makes me feel better or worse about this plan.”

Stiles had to agree.

When the lore spoke of powerful alphas who roamed the earth, maintaining the balance of good and evil, he’d always pictured—well, the giant stone statues right behind him. Massive, colossal beings who created life and shaped the landscape with their wolves.

This guy…he was attractive, sure, and he had that chiseled godly jaw going for him, but he also looked like any old guy.

Stiles reached out to touch, but even before he felt the fabric of the man’s shirt under his fingertips, he felt it.

Power.

More than he’d ever felt from one person, surging just below the calm surface, a violent storm of power and fury and grief so strong he wanted to pull away, but something stopped him. Something in the back of his mind, maybe the same ancient knowledge that slept in the subconscious of every spark, made him reach out further, through the cobwebs and vines, and press his palm over the man’s heart.

It was immediate this time, the rush of magic through this body, his mind, swirling around them, and at the very center of the storm, the man opened his eyes, burning the same ancient alpha red as his statue, and somehow Stiles knew his name.

“Derek.”

[yasbxxgie]

Archeologists have tried. Students of ancient climate and ecology have tried, too. But no one has yet come up with a satisfactory answer: Where did Hannibal get the elephants for his heroic march across the Alps to attack the homeland of the Romans?

The question was raised anew in the Sept. 6 issue of New Scientist, a British magazine. Derek Ager, a geologist, wrote an article casting doubt on all of the proposed sources of Hannibal's elephants.

Once there were elephants nearly everywhere, but by the time of Hannibal's march in 218 B.C. they had already dwindled to the two species extant today, the Indian, or Asian, elephants and the African ones.

If he had had a choice, Hannibal would presumably have gone into battle with Indian elephants, which had been used effectively a century before in charging against the forces of Alexander the Great. Indian elephants are not quite as large as the African species but much more easily trained, which is why they are favored by zoos and circuses. It is also the reason Indian elephants are seen tramping through fictional Africa in old Tarzan movies.

The bigger and ill-tempered African elephants are distinguished by their larger, fan-shaped ears, flat foreheads and concave backs.

But how did Hannibal, in Carthage, on the Mediterranean in present-day Tunisia, get a troop of elephants all the way from Asia? Or from south of the Sahara, the bush habitat of the larger African species?

Elephants have a voracious appetite. Mr. Ager noted that an adult male African elephant eats some 400 pounds of vegetation a day. Even though the North African climate was slightly wetter then and the Sahara not quite so extensive, conditions were still not conducive to transporting hungry elephants.

Historians speculate that a few small elephants could have been brought down the Nile Valley into Egypt, or by the Red Sea, and then bred in captivity, but there is apparently no record of this. Nor is there any record of the large African species being indigenous to North Africa in the time of Hannibal. Drawings of elephants appear on the Tassili Frescoes in the Hoggar Mountains of southern Algeria, but a recent British expedition determined that the drawings predated Hannibal.

Many historians believe a likely source of Hannibal's elephants could have been the Atlas Mountains of Morocco and Algeria. Living there at the time was a forest subspecies of the African elephants. These were smaller animals, standing about 8 feet tall at the shoulders in contrast to the 11-foot-tall sub-Saharan animals. The Atlas elephants later died out as the region grew increasingly arid.

Presumably these animals would have been just as difficult to train and would have been less imposing in warfare. In ancient military campaigns elephants hauled supplies and served somewhat the same function as modern tanks.

In his 1955 study, ''Alps and Elephants,'' Gavin de Beer, who was director of the British Museum of Natural History, wrote, ''Not only did the elephants' appearance, their smell, and the noise of their trumpeting alarm both men and horses opposed to them, but they were highly dangerous when charged, fighting with their tusks and their trunks and trampling down their opponents.''

For these reasons, commenting on the small Atlas elephants, Mr. Ager said, ''I find the idea of Hannibal's using small elephants unsatisfying.''

By most accounts Hannibal's invasion force in 218 B.C., assembled in Spain, included 100,000 men and 37 or 38 elephants. Mr. Ager notwithstanding, many historians tend to accept Mr. De Beer's conclusion that most of these elephants were African, either from the Atlas Mountains or from south of the desert.

The evidence is a Carthaginian coin, struck in the time of Hannibal, that bears an unmistakable image of an African elephant. Coins are often valuable to archeologists, and here it is about all historians have - a coin and a story told after the Second Punic War. Hannibal dealt the Romans under Scipio several crushing defeats but ultimately failed to seize Rome itself.

Only one of the elephants survived the war, it seems. This was the elephant Hannibal himself had often ridden. Its name, according to the story, was Surus, meaning ''the Syrian.'' Because the Ptolemies of Egypt, successors to Alexander, were known to have seized some Indian elephants as booty in their campaigns in Syria, it seemed likely that some descendants of those elephants had found their way to Carthage. Egypt and Carthage enjoyed good relations in those days. Mr. De Beer, citing the story of Surus, concluded, ''It is therefore almost certain that Hannibal's elephants included at least one Indian.''

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine a Uncharted AU where Stiles and Derek are a treasure hunting team that travel through historical sights, uncovering legends and treasure. They travel around the world, going on adventures together and bickering the whole time as they travel through abandoned ruins and solve the mysteries of forgotten legends.

Derek is an archaeologist who tries to uncover lost treasures for the better of society and culture. He’s intrigued by the legends his father used to tell him when he was younger, and after his family died in a house fire, he retreated to those stories as a way of holding onto the memory of happier times. Despite people constantly telling him that he’s chasing daydreams and fairy tales, he proves them wrong; discovering lost ruins and uncovering the legends.

Stiles however is a “thief”, a commissioned expert with the ability to use any weapon put in his hand and a habit of breaking a lot of things. He has a quick-witted personality that can often get them into more trouble than they had bargained for.

The more adventures they go on, the closer they get to one another; sharing their secrets and starting a relationship together that leads to them being the most badass treasure hunting couple.

[wolf2009]

Can you tell us some facts about your character robert please? 😀

Facts about RobertIn his main story- He is the eldest of 3 siblings.- He is suppose to be the next pack alpha but he doesn't agree with their way of life anymore.-He ran away from his Pack to go to school to be an Archeologist.-He does have a boyfriend in the story (which was supposeto be Derek).- He was chosen to be able to wield the spear of Destiny.Pokemon AU-His first three pokemon where actually his family pets that would not leave his side.- He lived in the Alola region as a child but started his journey in the Kanto region.-The first pokemon he caught was a Ghastly that would follow him everywhere.-he would take over the gym for Brock and Blaine if they weren't well.-When he was older he went bavk to the Alola Region to do his trials there is where he meets Damian and Ray.Overwatch Au-Roberts parents were Geneologist working on creating the first human hybrid.-Since they had no test subjects his mother decided to carry the child and used her husband and her dna.-they discovered that the company that was in charge of the operation was a fraction of Talon.-They then disappeared and went into hiding with the help of a young Soldier's named Reyes and Morrison.-Robert started geting his wolf like features once he went into puberty. -At the age of 25 he was getting food from the supermarket when the deadlock gang started raging havok on people.-He was able to disarm some but then was overwelmed. It was then He meets McCree and Dva. They help him get rid of the gang.For more send me an ask.

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

Another possible Mystorian and or Fiction. Two Allies. An acquaintance of Burton’s, and a group called the Thes.

The thought occurred to me that Jim Henson might be a possible Mystorian. Or possibly a Fiction. If not a Fiction then a Mystorian. Relating to that, is anyone familiar with Jim Henson’s the Storyteller? If not I highly recommend you give it a watch. Should be able to find episodes on YouTube. The best episodes in my opinion are The Soldier and Death, A Story Short, The True Bride, and Hans my Hedgehog. There is also the Greek Myths episodes. The bed of which is probably Daedalus and Icarus( Derek Jacobi is Daedalus). I’d suggest The Storyteller (played by the Late great John Hurt) and the Archeologist (played by Michael Gambon, aka Dumbledore the Second) are allies of the Caretakers. On a related note, I could imagine the Storyteller’s Castle being like Avalon in that it exists in both the Summer Country and the Archipelago. Jakob Grimm has probably met the story teller once or twice. As an amusing idea, imagine The Storyteller, The Archeologist, The Watchmaker, and the Soldier from the Soldier and Death all meet and play cards at a Tavern similar to the one from Over The Garden Wall. Just about anyone is allowed in, but you have to introduce yourself as ‘The Insert Ocupation here’. John Dee showed up once or twice as The Scholar. He tried to get in as the Chronographer, but it was considered too complex an occupation. Back to Storytellers, I’d also suggest that Sir Richard Francis Burton has personally met Scheherazade (The Storyteller of Arabian Nights). So there’s that. Everyone really should watch the story teller. Make of that what you will.