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the haunted mummy of perdeaux manor, episode 6
She turned her face north to find the source of a strange sound on the wind. George was making his way toward her. It had been his deep voice distorted by gusts and tumultuous ocean. She did not hope to like her brother’s new friend any better in this second encounter than she had during the first. She looked around for someone else he could be calling to, but they were the only two standing at the cliffs. Alone in the presence of a man was the situation teachers and family had warned her about ad nauseum since she her breasts began budding from her chest, which was consequently around the time she fell rather hard for her cousin Henry. As George approached, she felt mostly annoyance that he would put her in a situation where she would be scolded for enduring the company of a man, company she doubted she would enjoy.
She turned her head to dab away her tears for Eva with the handkerchief tucked in her sleeve. As she turned back, she squared her shoulders and set her jaw to meet George. He had not yet changed out of his spattered riding clothes. He had replaced his top hat, which he touched in respectful greeting to her, and his curls were blowing around his temples ecstatically in the wind. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were again rosy with their exposure to the weather. He looked like a portrait by a master painter rather than a man of twenty-one.
“Miss Perdeaux. Pardon my intrusion,” when he neared enough to be heard without yelling over the noise of the wind. His face wore an anxious expression.
She indicated it was no intrusion, because, while she did think he was intruding, it would be impertinent to admit so to a guest. He smiled tentatively, sensing she was being polite, but his green eyes sparkled in the last sunlight before the storm.
“Your brother invited me to rest after showing me the house, but I wanted to catch the remainder of this beautiful day. What an exceedingly wild and artistic landscape here.” He gestured vaguely, his voice effusive.
She gave him a tight smile. He was clearly hoping she would continue his efforts at a conversation, but she was disinclined to gratify him. She felt confusion that he would seek her out for any conversation, expecting him very much in her brother’s camp-- and more than likely in his bed-- rather than bother to speak to her.
“I’m very happy to see it,” George continued awkwardly. “Eerm.” He had more to say, but he seemed to be having trouble forming the words, and Rebecca made no effort to rescue him from his discomfort. His effort began to persuade her that his manner was very different from her brother’s other friends. Firstly, none of them cared to walk about the grounds when he brought them, preferring to ride horses, hit balls for sport, drink sherry, take snuff and--well, other things.
“It appears you are as fond of walking a countryside as I am.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we walk together?” She shouldn’t, but she would either be scolded for being rude or scolded for walking alone with a man, so she took his proffered arm to be polite and murmured her thanks. In that awkward moment the clouds covered the sun and Rebecca shivered.
Though the weather was turning rapidly, he set a slow pace. She wished it could be faster so she could be out of the weather and escape him sooner. She wasn’t sure if she quite forgave him for the disgusted look he leveled at her when they were introduced, but his arm was warm, and she would allow that to be a virtue.
“Miss Perdeaux, I dare to say,” he began and hesitated. “I’m very happy to get away from your brother.”
Her eyes widened that he would confess this to her. She wanted to look at him as though that would make her believe what she had just heard. He spoke to her like a confidant, not a recent acquaintance.
He continued. “While I am his guest, I suddenly find he is not the man I thought he was. I have never seen him in his natural environment-- he seems just like everybody else when in society. I could never have imagined he could be so…” He seemed to struggle to find a word to appropriately describe John. She looked up at his face, his brow furrowed as he thought of a way not to insult his host. Rebecca could not land on anything polite either. Perhaps he wasn’t in John’s camp after all. Of course, that did not mean he was in hers.
“Insufferable,” she finished his sentence. She would not shatter his expectations for saying so. He had no reason to think well of her after how John had described her in his presence mere hours before. It felt dangerous to do so, but terribly satisfying when George agreed.
“Much obliged.” He looked down at her and smiled sheepishly. He had a most adorable dimple in his left cheek. She looked away, for the sake of propriety, but she wished she did not have to.
“Not at all," she answered. Then her voice took on a hard edge. “I am spoiled and willful. I am a horrible sister that will say whatever she wants about her insufferable brother.” She felt her cheeks flush with her boldness to remind him of that morning.
He stopped walking, and turned slightly so they would be looking at each other, putting his hand over her hand on his arm. It felt warm through his soft gloves. He wore an agonized expression. “Miss Perdeaux, I do want to apologize for that unfortunate meeting. I could not control my face. I was so horrified by all the things John said. I do not know that any of those things he said about you are true. Being a party to that disrespect felt so shameful to me. I would never wish to cause you any distress.” He abruptly stopped speaking, as though he thought he was becoming carried away or he had already said too much. She felt this apology explained why he sought her company at the cliffs. He had chosen to be rude about his host rather than be party to the abuse of his sister. Of course he couldn’t say this in front of anyone else but her.
She found it curious. She had not known many men outside her family who would speak with her this honestly, especially a new acquaintance, especially an acquaintance of her brother. Though still incredulous and wary of his behaviour, she took a deep breath and decided to repay his vulnerability with her own.
“That is very kind of you to say, Mr. Mayweather, but the fault is not yours. It is his. He enjoys tormenting me, and making others a party to it as though it were a very fun game. It may be unkind of me to say such things about my blood… and perhaps that makes me unkind… I suppose, after what you have said to me about him, you are the safest person for me to make that admission to.”
He let out a breath of relief. “I completely agree, though it may also make me unkind and a terrible guest. I mean to say, I will keep your confidence, Miss Perdeaux.”
Never had a man offered to keep her confidence. Boys had, but they had turned around and blabbed the secrets minutes after learning it. But George was not a boy. He had demonstrated himself to be completely unlike her brother. There was less reason not to trust such a promise from him, but she was not quite ready to do so. After all, he did approach and accost an unaccompanied lady; she wondered if men were told to avoid this situation as much as women were or if he had forgot the lesson or thought her good opinion of him was worth the risk. She cast a look around to see if John might be lurking behind a tree ready to reveal this conversation as a trap, not quite believing he would let such a beautiful man out of his sight.
“You are very kind,” she replied. He dipped his head and smiled with relief. He raised his eyes and met hers, and then he seemed to be frozen there, caught by her gaze. She felt herself pulled into them and their surroundings melted away for a moment. Then she shivered. Or did she tremble? It had been warm when she had left without her wrap and gloves. He looked like he was about to say something, when she shivered again.
“May we make haste back to the house?” she asked. “The weather seems to be turning rather quickly.”
“Oh yes, of course.” He allowed her to set the pace as a light precipitation had begun to fall.
#the mummy is coming#historical fiction#victorian fiction#young love#unchaperoned#apologies#confidences#writing
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#the first listing doesnt come with the mummy#kidcore#toycore#plushcore#sumikko gurashi#plush#plushie#mummy#sarcophagus#yellow#white#mainly white#mainly yellow
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from left to right: Al, Lupa, Cyrus, Melody, and Omar!
mains for a project I've been working on for a long time :) finally found a style I really like for it! thoughts welcome <3
#character design#monster#art#original characters#monster webcoming#(coming soon?) maybe?#nocturnal city#personal project#monster art#monster design#vampire#werewolf#mummy#siren#angel#monsters#star's art#I ALWAYS FORGET HOW ASS IT LOOKS BC OF TUMBLR CROPPING LOL#omar and al in their season 2 outfits....shhh
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#Only 6 Days Until Frank!#Frank#Frank the turtle#turtle#turtles#The Monstrous Adventures of Mummy Man and Waffles#Mummy Man#middle grade#children’s books#middle-grade fiction#spooky#Halloween#books#books and reading#libraries#the book comes out August 6!
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7 hours and 30 minutes until i have to call the doctor but who's counting amiright? not me that's for sure. i can so do this spur of the moment phone call without crying.
#i have been getting progressively sicker for like two weeks and i keep putting it off#pros of being estranged: WOOOOO NO MORE MOTHER WOOT WOOT YAYYY#cons: no more 'mummy :((( can you call the doctor for me :((( can you come sit in the room and answer questions :(((('#mummy PLEASE. i cant do it. i cannot do this.
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erm hi first tumblr post just finished replaying miracle mask have this
#professor layton#hershel layton#randall ascot#its with 2 ls right????#i dont know my breaks about to end and i dont know what funny tags to put here#hit that like and sub button or the mummies will come for you too
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drawing daves fursona
#i feel the pharaos curse#coming after me .every word he used 2 describe his fursona Was ancient code to summon evil mummy spells to attack whoever drew it
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Someone please yell at me about the Emily Wilde series because it is criminally underrated and it singlehandedly brought the whimsy back into my life
#.ioana reads#emily wilde#heather fawcett#is there a fandom for this??? i NEED to get the pictures out of my head#there are so many gorgeous things to draw from those two books#i love them to bits it's howl's moving castle meets the mummy except it happens in weird places#around the mountains#and look sjm could NEVER#this is how you do a fae romance#emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries#emily wilde's map of the otherlands#i cannot wait for the third one to come out ahh 😩😩😩#.ioana rambles
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Fully believe that Jamie’s feelings about his mum’s boyfriend/husband Simon went from “I’ll kill you” to “I’d kill for you” with zero intermediate steps, and also that he didn’t actually say anything about it when his attitude changed, leaving his mum and Simon to observe his behavior and go “He… seems okay with you now? He hasn’t tried to murder you with his eyes in a while and he offered to clean up the kitchen after you baked…” Obviously his mum knows him pretty well and would quickly realize, but it’s still a wild moment of adjustment.
#i refuse to believe he’s neutral/dismissive of Simon like#i get where that take comes from but I don’t believe he’s capable of not having strong feelings about his mother’s partner#that being said I would easily buy that it hasn’t occurred to him that Simon could be a dad to him#might even want to be a dad to him#he also might have thought about it and decided that was scary#but ‘mummy’s husband’ is not an individual he is neutral towards ever#jamie tartt#ted lasso show
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Doctor Who 8.08 || 8.11
#someone take photoshop away from me#i implore you to compare the last two gifs and come back to me#i feel like i'm going insane#i want to fight moffat so bad#the indirect 'i love you's#doctor who#dwedit#dwgifs#dw companions#twelve#twelfth doctor#clara oswald#twelveclara#whouffaldi#dws8#episode: mummy on the orient express#episode: dark water#peter capaldi#jenna coleman#gif warning
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owen beattie & john torrington + oh god, where are you now? (in pickerel lake? pigeon? marquette? mackinaw?) by sufjan stevens
#hey chat rickie petoskeystones coming at you with another insane webweaving post about those ice mummies. and sufjan stevens.#its about the TENDERNESS its about being the first person to see and hold him in 136 YEARS#its about the loneliness of being a ghost on beechey island and the relief that someone finally cares for you#EVERYONE WATCH BURIED IN ICE. NOW#torrington#beechey island boys#franklin expedition
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Mummy Hot Dogs, Halloween 2024
#halloween#halloween food#halloween dinner#hot dogs#mummy#halloween treats#halloween snacks#halloween ideas#halloween is coming#halloween vibes#halloween aesthetic#spooky season#black cats#halloween photography#2024#my photo#my post#happy halloween#spooky#food
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they were the original old man yaoi to me quite honestly
#gregory horror show#mummy papa#clock master#ghs#ive liked them since first watching at my tender age . i cant rememver even seeing any content of them and im surprised#like come on theyre the two dads#i dont even think theyre in a relationship or anything they are ' very good friends '#and mp reassures cm when he gets drunk and depressed and leads him to ????feelings#and if you want it a little toxic mp can start poisoning him (his love language)#anywaus#jigglyart#ghsposting#edit: i have now seen at least like two others pieces of content of them keep up the good work everyone i love you
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jon seems to be the only one who has some degree of sentience if he is trapped in the computer/office in general, given that he's not only able to send an email but clearly picked a magnus institute statement to read out once sam and celia started demonstrating a waning interest in any investigation into the institute
#personal#the magnus protocol#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#also i'm not sure what's going on with that statement#it's got some thematic similarities to the two statements we got about the end#the soldier who played faro with death and then the mummy with the dice#but there's clearly differences in how the game was played and what it affected#the statement giver didn't turn into an undead reaper himself he just started dressing weird like a freak#but anyway interesting that we know that all the info we're getting is coming from surveillance based on phones#(that clearly colin was aware of and isn't dissimilar to the spying via the tapes)#and jon seems to be the one in the most control of everything and who does magnus related things#while martin's just kinda There#i'm guessing cuz martin isn't of The Eye
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THIS is the Autistic Agenda.
I know countless are left out shh
Never stop creating and doing this shit, by the way.
#its true#costume#here comes the wall of tags#daft punk#the aquabats#zom zoms#the oblong boys#the residents#ween#servotron#macula dog#the locust#the mummies#fabulous downey brothers#yip yip#baggie#the go nuts#the phantom surfers#lightning bolt#brian chippendale#dot com bubble#lynks#supernova#man or astro man?#man or astro man#tism#tism band#this is serious mum#autism#alt rock
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I might be misremembering, but as far as I remember, Tim's mum taking him to the hospital when he was a kid is like the only time any of the main characters parents are mentioned in MH? Which like, if that is the only time any of the characters parents/family are mentioned, it just makes it feel even more tragic to me?
Like, that was presumably an upsetting/traumatic thing for Tim to go through as a kid, like even if being left there at first wasn't traumatic, everything that came after would have made it be. Like, it just makes me think that everyone else's families were "normal" or like none of them really had any reason to bring them up. Their family/home lives were perfectly mundane, so why would they think about them when they have to worry about even staying alive for another day.
It just feels like it makes Tim's whole thing with his mum even sadder, because the only reason he brings her up is to talk about something kinda unpleasant? Like, being taken to stay inpatient in a hospital for god knows how long, with no say in whether it happened or not, would be so traumatic, like abandonment, especially for a kid.
#fully could be wrong about whether any other characters parents/family are ever brought up but i dont think they are?#its 12:30am im not fact checking this im just gonna feel sad about tim#this was prompted by me seeing an edit of tim to the song Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike which almost made me cry#just tim. man#im a sucker for characters with mummy or daddy issues#but god just imagining kid tim realising his mum wasnt going to come take him home at the end of the first day. ow#anyway im going to bed#marble hornets#tim wright#mh masky#mh tim
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