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mwebber · 7 months
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sebmark the mummy au 💖
helloo thank u for the prompt! i haven't watched this movie since i was a wee child and i've been on the revenge of the mummy ride too many times to count so it was fun to see actual clips again and reacquaint myself w canon... here we go!
-- CAIRO, EGYPT : 1926 - A GALLOWS COURTYARD
"You fucking liar," Mark seethes under his breath, though to little effect; his intended audience is remorseless, and anyone else who'd care is on the other side of the world. Ahead of him, the prison warden takes his sweet time to lead them onward towards their target. "Dig down in Thebes, my ass."
To his side, Jenson shrugs. "So I made a mistake, big deal."
"You lied to me." It bears repeating. "Christ."
"Just Jenson."
Mark shoots his supposed best friend a glare drier than the air scratching their lungs. "Don't get cute—you stole an artifact from some stranger."
"And if it worries you," says Jenson, slow-like, "I actually picked his pocket."
"That's the same damn thing—!"
"We're here," the warden cuts in, stopping to open the large, imposing door before them. "Visitors."
With another hasty glare sent Jenson's way, Mark nods sharply at the warden, and steps into the visitor's pen. If he needs to take charge here, so be it. "What is he in prison for?"
The warden snorts. "What isn't he in prison for?"
... which doesn't help in the slightest. But before Mark can press, the interior cell door flings open, banging noisily against the wall as their target is dragged into the room, heavily chained.
"Ah," he remarks flatly. Everything makes sense with stunning clarity, now: their target is a dishevelled kid, some street nobody and common criminal. Jenson probably did him a favour, taking a priceless artifact off his shoulders.
Then, the kid looks up—and Mark reassess. Still a street nobody, still a common criminal, and young, but definitely not a child. There's a haunted arrogance to the harsh set of his brows, the sneer curling his bitten lips. He'd be handsome, if not for the filth and the bruises: electric blue eyes, a mop of curly blonde hair, and though the rest of him looks hungry, he's soft at his cheeks.
"Ah," he imitates. His tone is disgustingly saccharine. Mark decides that he does not like this stranger. "What's a pretty man like you doing in a place like this?"
Mark promptly corrects himself: he really doesn't like this stranger.
"Pretty man?"
Jenson lets out a guffaw, the unhelpful bastard.
"Smile more," the target drawls. "You're less pretty when you talk."
Behind them, the warden clears his throat. "I'll be back soon."
"Please," calls the target. "Oh, I long for your retu—!"
It's over before Mark can process it, the swift way one of the guards slams the stranger headlong into the bars. There's only a flash of pain across his face; then the sneer returns, more pronounced than before.
Beside him, Jenson looks completely stupefied. Mark forces his feet forwards, and crouches by the bars until he's eye-level with the stranger.
"We found your puzzle box," he explains. "Can we ask you some questions about it?"
The target blinks slowly, a picture perfect look of innocence. "Who's asking?"
Mark glances up at the guards, who have stepped back a pace, but their expressions are inscrutable. "I'm Mark. My research is on Ancient Egypt, and I'm on loan at the Egyptian Museum. My partner there," he jerks his head up in Jenson's general direction, "is Jenson."
"Well," sniffs the target. "If we're doing pleasantries."
Jenson chooses this moment to finally speak. "We know who you are, Doctor Vettel."
Whipping around, Mark fixes the other man with the millionth glare of the day. He didn't know that. What's some street scum doing with a doctorate degree?
"Please," Vettel scoffs. "Don't Doctor Vettel me. You're the man who stole my map, aren't you?"
At the very least, Jenson has the decency to look away. "I might have let my hand slip."
Vettel turns his gaze on Mark. Up close, his eyes are really quite unnerving—calculating, like he's constantly sizing them up. "You don't know where it leads," he starts. "I do. It's not a place for tourists."
"We do too," Mark snaps quietly, eyes flitting towards the guards again. "We need to go; we just don't know how to get there."
"Need," repeats Vettel. "That's a funny word, for something as desolate as sand and death."
The creak of the visitor pen door opening has Mark leaning against the bars, his voice hushed and hurried.
"Will you tell us how to get there? The exact location?"
Vettel leans closer too, pulling on his chains. "You want to know."
"Yes," Mark snips, all too aware of the warden entering the room.
"You really want to know?" There's metallic clinks as Vettel tenses against his restraints.
His face is so close to Mark's. His breath is vile.
"I think we're out of time," Jenson pipes up nervously.
"Yes," Mark repeats emphatically, hissing as he leans impossibly closer so that he can hear even the quietest of whispers—
and Vettel kisses him.
Square on the mouth.
It's not a nice kiss by any means. There's no finesse, nothing except the lick of Vettel's tongue against his bottom lip and the dry press of their lips. It's complete and utter shock that drives Mark to kiss him back automatically, to let his mouth slip open—
"Gorgeous," Vettel rasps, pulling away as the guards behind forcefully reel him backwards, and Mark isn't sure if it's a nickname or a sarcastic observation of the state of things. "Then get me the fuck out of here."
"Wait." Dumbfounded, Mark licks his lips, before scrambling up into action, turning towards the warden. "Wait. Where is he being taken?"
The warden simply smiles. "To be hanged."
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lollipencil · 7 months
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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 4
Ok, I can't really think of any great full scenes right now for this one, so we're bouncing around the timeline this time around. @harleyification, let's do some introductions! Enjoy and be gentle
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(Commissioner Gordon (Marc)) A faint drizzle dotted the figure on the GCPD rooftop. Commissioner Gordon stood next to the lit Bat-Signal, looking up at the shape it cast into the ever-present clouds. Sometimes, he swore he could see that light in his dreams.
The familar sound of an ever so slight rustle was his cue. "Batman, Poison Ivy's been acting up again near Ace Chemicals," Commissoner Gordon began as he turned to face his friend, "She's been-"
The Commissioner stared. Blinked as if to dispel what he saw. Standing next to Batman, carefully watching Robin as he cartwheeled about the rooftop, was a caped mummy only a head taller than Robin himself. "Commissioner?" Batman asked, as if he couldn't tell what the problem was. "Is that another kid?" Gordon hissed, pointing at the trick or treater. "This is Moon Knight," Batman introduced, "He and his brothers will be assisting us from now on." "There's more of them?!"
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(Damian Wayne (Steven))
Damian was polishing one of his knifes when a knock came on his bedroom door. Silently he slipt the knife up his sleeve, ready to deploy at a moment's notice, and opened the door. One of Father's "children" was standing there, thankfully not Drake. Damian had not interacted much with this one, Spector he'd heard his name was. Although, curiosly, they had personally been introduced as "the Triplets".
"Hello Damian," he greeted, his accent and expression far different than before, "Do you have anything planned for today?" "Why do you ask?" Damian kept his guard up. "There's a travelling exhibit at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities," Spector elaborated, "It's on ancient weapons. I'm going, and thought I'd extend an invitation."
"Tt, Mother taught me of many cultures' weaponry." "Yeah, but have you ever held any of them?" Damian paused. Idly, his eyes drifted to the bracelet Spector was wearing.
Father had indicated to pay attention to it. It was light grey and white at their first meeting. It was blue and black now. "Tell you what," Spector continued, "If you promise not to verbally or physically attack anyone, and to not steal the weapons, I'll take you with me. If you're good, I'll pay for a few things from the gift shop."
There was something going on with Spector, and Father had clearly intended in Damian working it out himself. To prove his skills. Plus, he'd always wanted to hold a khopesh. "I concede to these terms."
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(Zatanna Zatara (Everyone))
Out of everything Zatanna Zatara was expected at midnight, the Batman knocking on her hotel window was fairly low down on the list. She had been in Gotham a mere three hours. "And how can I help you?" she greeted with a smile anyway. The Bat seemed intimidated by Zatanna's peppiness. "Moon Knight and his brothers have been hit by a spell," he muttered.
The drive to the Batcave was...something. At least, the dim lights were easy to adjust to. "Ok," Zatanna clapped her hands, "So, where are they?" "Right this way," an elderly gentleman in a domino mask held a curtain open for her.
Slipping in, she quickly had to hold back a coo. There, curled around each other and mewling loudly, were three cats. The white one hissed at Zatanna's entrance, while the dark and light brown and white cat next to him chided him, and went back to grooming his brother's. The grey and black striped one simpily stared at her. "Oh, this is an easy fix," Zatanna waved to herself, "emoceb namuh niaga."
Between blinks, it took effect. But not in the way Zatanna expected. "That sucked," moaned the single human sitting before her, "Need anything else?" "I've done it wrong," Zatanna slowly admitted, "Let me just fix it-" "Nope, nothing to fix here," Moon Knight popped up to his feet, british accent replacing american, "Thank you so much, we're off to bed."
Nobody stopped him as he darted straight to the elevator. "Miss Zatara," the gentleman intercepted before she could follow them, "While I understand your concern, I can assure you that their condition is back to their usual." "...oh."
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unreluctantone · 1 year
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The Tomb of the Bull-King (Week 4, 22/01/2023) 
Week 4 has been a little... delayed. Sigh, such is life and attempts to do a thing regularly. Here we are, the last wing of the first level, a tomb dedicated to an ancient warlord. Rich in future plot hooks as leading deeper into the complex.
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22. Priests’ Vestibule
This chamber is bare aside from stone hooks along the east and west walls, and a series of carefully concealed holes in the east wall (DC 15/Medium to spot). Anyone who stands in front of the stone door in the north wall triggers a magically maintained dart trap. The trap will fire four darts from the holes in the east wall, each dart targeting a random creature in the room (+8 to hit, 2 (1d4) piercing damage and an additional 11 (2d10) poison damage in a failed DC 15/Medium Constitution save). The trap rearms and reactivates every round, but can be disabled with a DC 15/Medium check or by pressing a holy symbol of Elemental Water against the northern door.
23. Mummy Preparation Chamber 
Shelves line the west wall, stripped bare of the various embalming tools that would once have been stored here, and likewise the two tables are both bare, although the north one is covered in dark stains. The opposite east wall is covered in an expansive bas relief that depicts the mummification process, with the priests depicted as bird-headed humans. 
A close examination of this room notes the priests engaging in a cleansing ritual centred around an altar, similar to the one in the Temple of Cleansing (Room 25) after working with the mummies, and has a chance (DC 20/Hard) to notice a secret door in the middle of the east wall, opened by pulling a lever built in the shelves in the west wall. A strong acrid smell greets anyone who opens it.
24. Secret Storeroom 
Four horned mummies (use zombie statistics) guard three heavy wooden chests in this secret chamber. They will attack anyone entering the chamber who does not present a holy symbol of Elemental Water. The same strong acrid smell released when the door was opened fills the room. 
The smell comes from the north chest, which contains various spoiled alchemical reagents and unguents for the mummification process. The south chest contains 200 gp in antique coins, each stamped with a bull’s head.
The middle chest is obviously locked (DC 15/Medium) and trapped (DC 15/Medium to spot); any attempt to pick the lock rather than unlocking with the correct key triggers a poison needle that does 1 point of piercing damage automatically to the lock-picker, who must then succeed on a DC 15/Medium Constitution saving throw of suffer 11 (2d10) poison damage, and be Poisoned until they rest for the day. This chest contains a religious text written in Infernal titled Psalm Of The Burning Bull, which espouses a philosophy of martial domination as a means of achieving a divinely sanctioned order. It is magically preserved, has a red enamelled cover depicting a bull held aloft by wings of fire, and is worth 300gp if sold to a suitable collector. It can also be substituted for the material competent in any spell to summon fiendish spirits; it is never consumed when used in this way.
25. Temple of Cleansing 
The east wall is covered in bas reliefs of horned humans engaging in various activities at sea: fishing, sailing, swimming, and the like. The altar against the east wall has a silver bowl embedded in it, which fills with 3 pints of holy water at moonrise everyday. If someone washes their hands in the bowl, there is a blaze of brilliant blue light and they are targeted by a lesser restoration spell.
26. The Bull-King’s Throne
There is a massive stone throne in the centre of this room, decorated with brass bull’s heads on the arm rests. Investigating it (DC 10/Easy) finds an long-looted secret compartment underneath the throne.
27. Hall of the Honour Guard
This long, wide corridor echoes silently. Four large, shattered sarcophagi stand in alcoves along the west wall. If any one approaches the centre of the corridor, where there is a set of stairs leading down to a pair of brass doors, four skeletons rise up from the sarcophagi and attack, seemingly forming of the dust and loose rubble. No one has yet identified the magic that animates these skeletons.
28. The Tomb of the Bull-King 
This chamber has been converted into a makeshift campsite by the current inhabitant, an antisocial minotaur named Pyronica. She is swift to attack any intruders, but if reduced to 19 hit points or less she will retreat and can bargain with or be intimidated into surrender. She knows very little about the rest of the complex, having not ventured far, although she can explain the hazards of the Hall of the Honour Guard (room 27), the Priests’ Vestibule (room 22), and the Grand Staircase (room 29). 
She is convinced that this is the tomb of her ancestor and has been engaged in repairing it, as evidenced by shoddy repaints to the faded and cracked frescos that cover the east and west walls, and the painting and mason’s tools scattered haphazardly around the room.  Pyronica’s other personal effects, which included a stash of 3 eye agates worth 10 gp each and 7 days of iron rations (mainly dried deer jerky), occupies the south-west corner of the room. 
The remains of the supposed ancestor are interred in a massive sarcophagus on a raised dais, which has been crudely repaired by Pyronica since being obviously smashed open. The cover is carved to depict a large male minotaur dressed in heavy plate and holding a greataxe, however the bare skeleton within is that of a human with curved bull horns growing from their skull, admittedly one that would have stood seven feet tall! Either a successful history check (DC 15/Medium) or questioning Pyronica will identify this as Ast-Nicron the Bull-King, a mighty war leader of the civilisation that built this complex the Riddle stands on top of. Pyronica can explain that his magical relics were stolen by intruders and have been taken deeper into the complex, returning either the armour or the axe will secure Pyronica as an ally for future delves.
At some point, something burrowed into the complex here, leaving behind a 300 foot long tunnel that emerges in the hills north of the Riddle. There is a one-in-six chance that anyone entering or leaving this way will encounter a bulette.
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kyndaris · 11 months
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The Mummy Returns
After snatching a few hours of rest the night before, our first day in Cairo started early. Making sure all our luggage was in order, Popo and I came down to breakfast prepared for a long day ahead. Thankfully, with my planning skills in full display, we were able to enjoy a lengthier breakfast without having to cut it short to rush back to our rooms to collect our luggage - which had been located down a very long corridor was basically at the very tipping end of the building. 
Once the rest of our tour group was ready we go, we headed onto the coach for a day out exploring and appreciating Egyptian antiquities. Along the way, I got to observe how the people in Egypt drove (which was basically a free-for-all with lines marked out on the road serving mostly as guidelines and liberal uses of the horn to serve as warning to other drivers). 
It was essentially like being back in Asia and witnessing cars squeeze in wherever there was a free space, along with bikes. In all honesty, I could not help but be reminded of my times in China. Although, at least with China, there still seemed to be traffic lights. In that first fraught day in Cairo, there appeared to be none.
I also took the opportunity to take in the city itself, observing the buildings and seeing how Egyptians lived. While it couldn’t be described as terribly run-down, when compared to the west, it seemed a bit more chaotic with unfinished buildings that had yet to install windows or doors, or even a roof! This was later explained by our tour guide by people that had built their homes on illegal land to avoid fines from the government.
Then, of course, there were the people that wandered the highways, looking to get picked up by friends or strangers! 
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But back to the agenda of the day, our first destination was the Egyptian Museum of Cairo. There, we inspected artefacts that dated back all the way to the Old Kingdom. Statues, as well, abounded in the halls of the museum. But of importance was that the entrance of the Museum had two depictions of the Goddess Isis standing guard, flanking Hathor (at least according to our guide). 
Inside, there were plenty of depictions of King Ramesses II, although there were also statues of Hatsheput and even of Akhenaten himself! Of note, and as pointed out by our tour guide, Ahmed, was the Narmer Palette, which contains some of the earliest hieroglyphics inscriptions ever found and shows the unification of the Upper and Lower Kingdoms of the Nile. 
There was also a huge block of text that had inscriptions detailing tax reforms that included Greek as well! I think it was part of the Rosetta Stone or had come from the same source as the rock that sat centre-stage at the British Museum.
Regardless, the Egyptian Museum of Cairo also contained busts of Graeco-Roman individuals due to their presence in Egypt in the latter half of BCE. After all, who can forget the great love story of Cleopatra and Marc Antony: an Egyptian Queen and her Roman lover.
In any case, any trip trip to Egypt - and to Cairo - would be remiss if such a stop was overlooked. Visiting the Egyptian Museum in Cairo is a must. Especially as it details a lot of the history of the country and has some excellent displays such as the one that detailed what ancient Egyptians got up to in their spare time including sports and games. As an Australian, what amused me was the fact that the creation of this wing had the help of the Australian Consulate. And there were even boomerangs on display to show similar hunting tactics!
More importantly, though, the Egyptian Museum also featured the sarcophagi as well as the mummified remains of Yuya and his wife, Thuya. These two are the grandparents of Akhenaten and were located in KV46.
Animals, too, had been mummified in the past. As we walked through the gallery, I noted the remains of a crocodile, dog, monkey and a sacred fish!
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If these aren’t enough to impress, the museum also featured a display dedicated to King Tutankhamen and that of a pharaoh whose tomb was discovered during the height of the Second World War (and is thus not greatly remarked upon by most individuals), Psusennes I. 
Now, he was a pharaoh with a most impressive collection that was also mostly untouched upon discovery. Better yet, his sarcophagus was lined with silver, not gold. And during this period in Ancient Egyptian history, silver was considered much more valuable than gold.
After touring the museum, and picking up a commemorative fridge magnet, we lunched at a restaurant not far from the pyramids (and which was praised for the fact that it had pigeon on the menu). Afterwards, we headed straight for the looming tombs of Khufu, Khafre and Kenkaure - with the Great Pyramid of Khufu being considered the oldest and last surviving Ancient Wonder of the World.
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Strangely enough, after we went to the pyramids and completed the customary photographs outside the old tombs, as well as taking the traditional selfie with the Sphinx nearby, it was later discovered the next day that there might be another secret passage close to the entrance of the Great Pyramid of Giza. 
Clearly, it was my presence at the pyramids that day that was the key for the researchers to uncover more hidden secrets. Will this lead to me becoming the next Jack West Jr.? Will I become embroiled in a quest to save the world from the upcoming apocalypse?
Or will I be co-opted into the Order of Hidden Ones and become a full fledged assassin, leaping off buildings and parkouring around the modern cityscape?
So many options, so little time!
Regardless, after we had drunk our fill of the Pyramids of Giza and the Khufu Sphinx, as well as enjoy a camel ride across the great desert, we headed to dinner at a different Chinese restaurant to the one we went to the night before. Afterwards, we headed directly to the airport for a domestic flight.
Our destination?
The beach-side holiday resort city right next to the Red Sea: Hurghada. 
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self-loving-vampire · 2 years
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Update on the Daggerfall playthrough:
I got a note telling me to go into this undead-infested dungeon inhabited by an ancient vampire and fight through it for a necromancer amulet. I don’t know what that does exactly but since it’s a necromancy item I want it.
Unsurprisingly I got completely stat-checked by the mummy by the door the moment I stepped in. Even though I managed to kill it at the cost of all of my mana after a couple of tries, the whole dungeon is full of them and I probably don’t have the numbers to beat the boss there either.
I have largely adapted to the limitations I imposed on myself upon starting this. I can go around during the day reasonably safely through healing magic and there’s a small delay before I even start taking damage from the sun.
The cold was more of a problem. Even wearing two cloaks and clothing that covers my entire body my character always seemed to be at least a bit cold. Still, winter is passing at least.
Still, I am probably a bit behind where I should be in terms of both money and experience as a result of these complications and my own lack of familiarity with the game. Low on money, I resorted to stealing from a book shop and managed to find something very helpful.
There was a very expensive skill book there that raised magic skills and could be used multiple times (but not infinitely). I took it and studied it as much as I could, reducing the mana cost of my spells somewhat. It was at this point that the thieves’ guild contacted me and asked me to prove myself through what turned out to be a really simple and straightforward burglary.
As an aside: The crime system in this game is really underdeveloped. It seems to function entirely as a dice roll based on your skills. It doesn’t really matter if you steal while no one is watching you or something, guards can just teleport into the area either way.
Anyway, it is a pretty interesting game so far, and also significantly less janky than I expected. The fact that I’m playing on the unity version with some quality of life mods probably deserves the credit for this, as I have heard this game was incredibly broken in its original state.
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Food wars 16 serie 3
Frieren 16 (pausa 5 gennaio)
Gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun 9😀😀
Goblin slayer 2 s2😀
Hajime no ippo 18 s2😃
Ken shiro 12
Kiseiju 1😀
Kiyo in kyoto 6😀
Migi e Dali 10😀
Mushishi 3
My little monster 3
My roommate is a cat 1😀
Natsume 10 s6😀
Overtake 1😀
Paranoia agent 4😀
Restaurant to another world 8s2😀😀
Space brothers 4
The apothecary diaries 12
To your eternity 1😀
Usagi drop 3😀
Ushio e tora 5
Violet evergarden 2😀😀
Vita da Slime ova2 s1
Yowamushi pedal 26
Yuru camp 9😀
Zankyou no terror 8
Zom 100 10😀
29 totali
Serie A
Hajime no ippo😀
Kiyo in kyoto😀
Natsume😀
Goblin slayer😀
Paranoia Agent😀
Migi e Dali😀
Restaurant to another world😀😀
Finiti:
Blue lock 24⛔
Boku no hero ova, serie 6⛔
Buddie daddy 12⛔
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Conan 26⛔
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Farming life in another world 12⛔
Galaxy Express
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Hell's paradise 13⛔
How to keep your mummy 12⛔
Insomniacs after school 13
Itou junji 12⛔
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My Love Story with Yamada-kun 13⛔
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Samurai Champloo 26⛔
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Serial Experiments lain
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Trigun 12⛔
The tatami machine blues ⛔
Urusei yatsura 23⛔
Yuri on ice 12⛔
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pizzakaijuisekai · 3 months
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Days 1
Deadman wonderland 3
Food wars 16 serie 3
Frieren 16
Gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun 8😀
Goblin slayer 2 s2😀
Hajime no ippo 18 s2😃
Ken shiro 12
Kiseiju 1😀
Kiyo in kyoto 6😀
Migi e Dali 9
Mushishi 3
My little monster 3
My roommate is a cat 1😀
Natsume 10 s6😀
Overtake 1😀
Paranoia agent 3
Restaurant to another world 6s2😀
Space brothers 4
Spy x family 12 s2
The apothecary diaries 12
To your eternity 1😀
Usagi drop 3😀
Ushio e tora 5
Vita da Slime ova2 s1
Yowamushi pedal 26
Yuru camp 9😀
Zankyou no terror 8
Zom 100 10😀
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Hajime no ippo😀
Kiyo in kyoto😀
Natsume😀
Goblin slayer😀
Paranoia Agent
Migi e Dali
Restaurant to another world😀
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Blue lock 24⛔
Boku no hero ova, serie 6⛔
Buddie daddy 12⛔
Campfire cooking 12⛔
Chainsaw man 12⛔
Conan 26⛔
Cyberpunk edgerunner 10
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Demon slayer 11 s3
Farming life in another world 12⛔
Galaxy Express
Haikyu 25 serie 4⛔
Heavenly delusion 13⛔
Hell's paradise 13⛔
How to keep your mummy 12⛔
Insomniacs after school 13
Itou junji 12⛔
Kotaro ⛔
Junji ito: maniac 12⛔
Mashle 12⛔
Mob 12 serie 3⛔
My Love Story with Yamada-kun 13⛔
Nana ⛔
Nier automata
Noragami s2 1 ova
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Oshi no ko 11
Ping pong ⛔
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Samurai Champloo 26⛔
Sk8
Skip and loafer 12⛔
Serial Experiments lain
Spriggan ⛔
The tatami galaxy ⛔
Trigun 12⛔
The tatami machine blues ⛔
Urusei yatsura 23⛔
Yuri on ice 12⛔
Tomo-chan is a girl (serie 1)
Reborn as a vending machine (serie 1)
My unique skill makes me OP (serie 1).
My happy marriage 12 s1
Horimiya serie The missing pieces
Link click serie 2
The masterful cat is depressed serie 1
Dororo 3
Heidi
Play it cool guys serie 1
Beastars serie 2
Children of the wales serie 1
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N°6 1
Made in abyss serie 3
Erased serie 1
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Pluto Serie 1
My new boss is gufy Serie 1
Wonder egg serie 1, special
Tokyo revengers 13 s3
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Kill la kill
Kobayashi-san chi no maid dragon
Ace attorney
Claymore
Trigun anni 90
Mix
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Tokyo ghoul
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Cowboy bebop
Hello spank
Bungou stray dog
Nanà supergirl
One piece
Love rice
FLCL
Shaman king
Ranma
Orange road
Aot
Sailor moon crystal
Full metal alchemist
Sakura
Golden kamui
Gundam unicorn
Pokemon serie 2017
Gundam: the witch from mercury
Devilman
Banana fish
Michiko to Hatchin
Kuroko no basket🤔
Kenshin vecchio
Sasaki to miyano
Elfen lied
Jujutsu kaisen
Tokyo mew mew
Sweet reincarnation🤔
Cat's eye
Gundam: TUTTI.
Creamy mami
Yu hakusho
My dress-up darling
Love live
Jojo
The ancient magus bride
Ultraman
Cowboy bebop
Hunter x hunter
Maison ikkoku
Why raeliana enden up
Ai yori aoshi
The girl I like forgot her glasses
Denpa Kyoushi
Sabage-bu
Dragonball
Saint seya 2
Ryu 2
Black lagoon
Kyoukai no kanata
Neroi no one piece
The kingdom of ruin
Rurouni Kenshin
Tsurune special 1
Given 8
The yakuza's guide of babysitting 2
Anna dai capelli rossi 1
Undead unluck 2
Visual prison 1
Free 9
Undead murder face 2
Cagaster of an insect cave
Trapped in a dating sim
Monster 11
City hunter
Hanatora
Hyouka
Ron kamonohadhi's forbidden deductions
Vinland saga 12
A boy and her guard boy 6
Bastard 20
Gakuen babysitter 2
Attack number 1 20
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Ace of Diamond 12
Ao ashi 5
Pokemon horizons 1
Gintama 3
Bocchi the rock 4
Shirokuma cafè
A galaxy next door 5
Kuma miko 1
Cinderella chef 3
Non non biyori
Scott pilgrim 2
Noein
Atom the beginning
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Monogatari 3
Dr stone 10
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erodedauthenticity · 3 years
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"Yell all you want, pharaoh. You've been in there 54 years. You're not getting out tonight."  
History of Ahkmenrah, Cecil, and the tablet.
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The Tablet and sarcophagus of Ahkmenrah arrived at the American Museum of Natural History in 1952.
It is revealed that the seasoned night guard, Cecil J. (CJ) Fredricks, joined an archeological exhibition and stumbled upon the tomb of Ahkmenrah in 1938. Following a tumble into a pit, Cecil discovered the tablet and dawned a desire to learn of it. It birthed the beginning of an obsession to understand a quoted 'curse'.
The mummified remains of Ahkmenrah and his parents were separated. The tablet was joined with the young king and shipped to Cambrige University for observation and temporary display. The mummified remains of both parents, Shepseheret and Merenkahre were taken to the British Museum. It is in Cambrige University that the tablet gifted life to everything within the confines of the university. In the very same year, 1938, After four thousand years, Ahkmenrah woke within unfamiliar surroundings. 
Needless to say, this was likely the most jarring experience. Life anew in a familiar world evolved beyond comprehension. 
It is over the span of a few years that Ahkmenrah attempts to learn the common language of this new world. In this same stretch of time, Cecil begins his research. He takes up a job at a library to further his research. After fourteen long years of one learning of modern day, the other learning of the past, the sarcophagus and tablet are transferred to the American Museum of Natural History in 1952.
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After hearing of the tablet's new whereabouts, Cecil takes up a job as a night guard at age twenty-six. 1952 marks the first year in which the exhibits of the museum experience life anew, just as the mummified counterpart. 
Muffle the mummy, he scares the others. - The Tablet of Ahkmenrah
The resting place of Ahkmenrah is displayed with the tablet in the museum wing titled the Temple of Ahkmenrah. The sarcophagus is carried and set into stone casing. The heavyset slab atop is positioned to contrast fine gold, weighing the display. Cecil was allowed a firsthand look over the tablet, and in its magnificence, he became witness to its tenebrous glow at sundown. Words passed to him from long ago seem to resonate, words about a curse- The lid to the sarcophagus of Ahkmenrah stirs. Things that go bump in the night cause quite a fright.Why, this is the Mummy's Curse.
The stone casing is drawn to a close by Cecil, in a bout of unbridled fear - adrenaline seemingly encouraging strength. The two are faced with a battle. One to escape, the other to contain. Shouts resonate from within, frantic and wild.The life beyond hunched shoulders goes unnoticed. The 'others' behold a man struggling to contain a mummy.This fight lasts through the evening. Pressure is withdrawn when cries are no more. 
After the mummy is dealt with, Cecil faces the inanimate figures within the museum. The challenge is met with astonishment. A restless night is graced with research, with comprehension.
By morning, the sarcophagus is bolted shut. A set of instructions are written. 
It is rule #5. By nightfall, muffle the mummy. Push the slab atop the sarcophagus.  Muffle the Mummy. His screams scare the others. 
Release - Fifty-four years later
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A new routine is readily followed. A set of instructions are adhered to. Other night guards are recruited and tasked with keeping the secret of the tablet, this curse. For fifty-four years, Ahkmenrah was given life, and he endured life trapped within the confines of his own tomb. He strikes his palms into the lid, and it rattles. He struggles until the sun rises, and he is silent in death.Fifty-four years. The tablet does far more than grant life anew to figures within the museum. It regenerates youth, it enhances strength beyond what is natural for mankind. Health is restored. It is new life.An artifact such as this cannot fall into the wrong hands, and Cecil's is the wrong kind. 
The eighty year old Cecil continues to work within the museum, expecting another guard to take his place, to take the fall for future theft. Larry Daley is chosen among several other applicants. Instructions are passed along to his hands, and the everyman is tasked with the odd job, unaware of its secret. It is when the tablet is stolen by Cecil, when Larry is locked within the Hall of Ancient Egypt, that the new night guard turns to the sarcophagus. 
With similar strength, strength beyond what is common for man, he pushes the limestone slab away. And, with similar strength, strength beyond what is common for man, Ahkmenrah propels the golden lid from his casket.
The pharaoh Ahkmenrah is set free, and it is here that he is met with the first person within the modern world.
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Evidently, there was never an opportunity to speak with the living in Cambrige. Ahkmenrah is tasked with learning of what has become of his kingdom, who he is intended to rule, and the role he must adopt. After the tablet is returned, Ahkmenrah is no longer met with a sealed sarcophagus. Larry, the new night guard, closes the sarcophagus just before daylight.
The trauma will always be with him. 
Power of the tablet - Ahkmenrah as Pharaoh
Ahkmenrah is a powerful pharaoh, as he is human with strength enhanced by the tablet. He is also the most amicable figures within the museum, merely interested in learning of the world he faces today.
He is the only one (apart from his family, and apart from Kahmunrah, his murderer) that knows how to use the tablet to a greater extent.The tablet is capable of controlling exhibits, of putting others under a trance to follow every command. It can be abused. As quoted by Kahmunrah, the ability to bring life is just a 'parlor trick'. There is much more to the tablet. More than Cecil ever realized, and it is Larry, the fairer night guard who keeps this secret alongside the pharaoh.
Perhaps it is the age in which he was killed, but he maintains a youthful fascination towards life, willing to embrace life in the new world. It is not with wrath that Ahkmenrah greets Larry after shouting for help, begging for freedom from his sarcophagus. Years of darkness have not yet prompted him to give up. Every night will be new, one night will be different. He first greeted Larry who freed him with a joke to help calm him.It is still his role to behave tactfully. 
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It is difficult to imagine what a young pharaoh experienced prior to the joys of new life.
Ahkmenrah rules his people fairly, and he remains good at heart, eager to experience what lies just outside of the museum doors. 
Adventure awaits. 
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Families Lost and Found
Here we go, a brand new story, ft Jasonette, with a side of badass Marinette.
Marinette had many fond memories of being young. Her Mama singing her ancient lullabies as she combed her jet black hair. Visiting with Aunt Talia twice a year, and meeting her Godson Damain Al Ghul. Celebrating Chinese New Year with her maternal family in China, and being slipped small weapons along with her hongbao, eating jian dui with her cousins in between lessons. Her Aunties teaching her how to use her beauty to beguile and bewilder. Her Uncles showing her how to hold a knife. Her Maa-Maa showing her how to sew hidden pockets into all her clothes, and Ah-Gung showing her the many pressure points on a man that could cripple someone in seconds. Her older female cousins taught her how to use her bu yao as a deadly weapon, all the soft spots on a person that would hurt the worst when stabbed with the sharpened hair ornaments. Her older male cousins lessons were in subterfuge and misdirection. By the time she was seven, Marinette was well aware that most girls her age weren’t taught these things. But hey, Marinette was the next head of the Parisian branch of the Triad. Her younger cousin Bridgette would be her second in command, as she was the daughter of Maa-Maa and Ah-Ghung’s second child, Marinette’s Uncle Lee Cheng. Marinette knew her second and third cousins were scattered across Europe, ruling their branches with a velvet covered iron fist, as they were all taught, by family law.
She had been on her way home from a ‘family gathering’, really just a meeting at the front Cousin Yo owned, a large rental hall that could be equipped for any even. In reality, it was a trimonthly gathering of all heads of the Triad’s French branch. They were all, aside from her and her mother, from different cities across the country. She was almost back to her penthouse when she saw it, a man leaning against the wall of her building and staring at the five star Italian restaurant across the street. The restaurant that just so happened to be her eighteenth birthday gift from Mama, and a front for a smuggling ring the Triad had started almost ten years ago. They didn’t smuggle drugs or guns, but refugees, people who needed a new place to call home for some reason or another. Could he be a cop? Or worse, from the Russians? They had been rearing their heads again, trying to push their experimental heroine blend onto Triad streets, and Sabine had been sure to stomp them into the dust.
Waving her hand nonchalantly, her guards paused, and Marinette advanced on the man. His eyes snapped to hers, and his gaze seemed to bore into her very soul. His hair was peeking out from under a rather beat up beanie, and most of it was black, aside from a few white strands hanging over his eyes. She could see that under his mismatched clothes, he was wrapped like a mummy in bandages.
“Sir, are you okay?” She asked, raising her hands to show she means no harm.
“I... I’m from Talia. She said to find -” He manage to get out, before his eyes roll back in his head and he drops like a brick.
“Boys!” Marinette calls, and her guards, two men from the Italians, ‘gifted’ to her as goodwill gifts on her sixteenth birthday, Tony and Bobby, leapt into action, grabbing the man under the arm and throwing his arms over their shoulders. Marinette grabbed her key card from her phone wallet and swiped it at the keypad that opened the door to the lobby. The building was owned entirely by members of the Triad, filled with families of those in service to the organization. It was securely guarded 24/7, and the higher up in the building you were, the higher ranked you were. Marinette was in the penthouse, an entire floor to herself. Her guards and closest confidants had apartments on the floor just below her. Waving off the doorman, Marinette made her way straight for the elevator bay and pressed the call button for her personal elevator.
The ride was agonizingly slow, but after what felt like hours, the car arrived at her hallway. Digging her keys out of her purse, Marinette quickly unlocked the door and ushered her guards inside.
“Set him on the couch and go home, I need to check him for injuries.” Tony and Bobby shared a discomforted look, but nodded and obeyed her orders. Marinette quickly grabbed her first aid kit from the bathroom, a massive, clunky thing that could probably stock a small doctor’s office for days. When she came back, the man was still asleep on the couch, breathing slowly and deep. Now that she looked him over more carefully, his clothes were clearly stolen, as none of them seemed to fit quite the same. With a sigh, Marinette drew the medical scissors from the case and began to casually cut away his jacket. Underneath that was a hoodie, with presumably another layer underneath. This would take a while. Sighing, Marinette pulled away and threw aside the scraps of material. There didn’t seem to be any blood on him, but she would have to keep going to be sure. After the hoodie came a long sleeve shirt and a tank-top, and he was left coated in bandages from the waist up. He was swaddled like a damn mummy, oddly enough. He had mentioned Auntie Talia...could she have? No, Great-Uncle Ras would never allow some random outsider or underling to be bathed in the pits, he was far too possessive for that.
Right as she started cutting upwards from the hem of the man’s pant legs, he sat bolt right up, gasping. He saw her and scrambled backwards, while Mari just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.
“Where am I?” He demanded, eyes darting around the living room.
“Relax, my name is Marinette, and you’re in Paris, in my penthouse. I found you outside, you collapsed. My guards and I brought you in. I started cutting away your clothes so that I could assess you for injuries. I believe you’ve had some experience with my Auntie Talia and her League, and she sent you to find me. She would have said to find ‘she who rises’. It’s the meaning of my name, Marinette. Now, please sit down. I’m not armed, and I don’t intend to harm you. Look, you can pat me down if you need to make sure I’m not armed at all.” The man gave her a wary look, before taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the couch, perched on the very edge of the cushion. Good, Auntie Talia had instilled him with some preservation instincts.
“So, Auntie? I’m going to assume you’re related to Ras and Damain, then.”
“Not at all.” Marinette scoffed. “My family runs the Parisian Triad, and all future heads are trained by the League for a year and a day. Ras trained my mother at the same time as Talia was beginning to train. They consider themselves sisters, making Talia my Auntie. I am, however, Damian’s godmother. He’s a sweet boy, once you put aside the homicidal tendencies. Are you hungry? I can have the place across the street, the one you were staking out, run us some food. Anything specific you want? Their ravioli is to die for.”
“That would...that would be great. I’ll eat anything.” The man (who looked to be around her age, late twenties) seemed caught off guard by her kindness.
“So, it appears you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” Marinette commented, texting James, the head chef of Nona Gina’s to bring over her usual plus a plate of ravioli.
“My name is Jason. So, you mentioned the Parisian Triad.”
“Yup. My Mama is the current head, I have a year and a half before I take over. Tradition states I become head on my twenty-fifth birthday.”
“Any chance you’re looking for a new body guard? I’m gonna need to find a job, and I can guarantee that I’m good.” Marinette paused, thinking for a moment. Both her guards were more than adequate, but Bobby had come to her last week, and asked to be transferred to a more sedate job, as his wife (Laura, a lovely woman) had just birthed their third child, and he wanted a little more time off. Jason, on one hand, was likely League trained, and probably had no where else to go. On the other hand, he was a complete unknown, and it would be a week at least before she would be able to contact Auntie Talia and have a response as to whether the man was telling the truth. Well, Bridgette always said she was too soft.
“Good news for you is, I am. You can start as soon as the family doctor looks you over and gives you a clean bill of health. The issue is, what will your cover be?”
“Er, cover?” Jason asked.
“I’m going to need an excuse to suddenly have a random guy escorting me all over Paris, and it’s not exactly common knowledge that I’m the next head of the Triad. I’m also something of a public figure here in Paris.” Marinette blushed at the reminder. Her brand, MDC, had taken off not long after she graduated, thanks to Jagged bragging about her at every turn. “I mean,” she snorted. “we could go the route of claiming you’re my boyfriend or something.” Giggling, Marinette stood and made her way towards her room. “Try to think of something, while I grab a quick shower. I can’t stand family meetings.” Leaving Jason seated on the couch, lost in thought, Marinette shut her door behind her and fired off a quick text to the number saved as “Auntie T’ in her main phone, before grabbing a pair of pajamas from her walk in and heading to the attached bathroom. She had some thinking to do.
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SPG Kazooland Master Post
Kazooland is the alternate dimension in the Steam Powered Giraffe Universe.  This post contains various facts and tidbits mentioned by David and Bunny Bennett about it on tumblr and the official SPG websites over the years.  Please feel free to share more information in the reblogs!
Kazooland was named for the mentor of David Bennett, Bunny Bennett, Jon Sprague, Erin Burke, and Bryan Barbarin, Mr.Jerry Hager's mime persona: Kazoo the Mime
By 1897, Peter Walter had unlocked the power of Blue Matter and   subsequently, created an alternate reality he dubbed   Kazooland.
Excerpt from The Story of the Cavalcadium
The Cavalcadium tried to  make a permanent portal to Kazooland in their building, based on Peter Walter I’s studies.
The  Cavalcadium was wiped from existence in an instant, and it took Peter  a few months to realize it had simply vanished. Time and space itself  left a void to forget it ever was.     
The  Cavalcadium building now exists in the seams of Kazooland, and acts  as a hub to many other parts of the dimension. A few doorways even exist on Earth.          
Current link to the map of Kazooland: https://www.thecavalcadium.com/Kazooland.html
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Information available about Kazooland as late as 2014
  Asininia*             The dark kingdom of Ignatius Becile. Long having taken refuge from Earth, the   black-handed Becile has built a giant city which is depleting Asininia of its   natural resources and precious rock candy veins. His aim is creating an   unstoppable army of candy-powered automatons to consume the universe.
*name is derived from “asinine”
The 8th Dimension of Absolute and Infinite Terror           The only persistent door to the  terrible 8th dimension. Its history is unclear but it is indeed locked and guarded by Jumbo, The Pink Whale With A Top  Hat.* The 8th dimension is notorious for being the place of fermenting  nightmares and evil Lovecraftian Beasts.
*Jumbo can be found in the album The Vice Quadrant, guarding Commander Cosmo and The Necrostar
Horroria
A jagged mountain range of ash and  death, which is primarily a refuge for monsters. A couple of human  settlements exist, but the majority of inhabitants of the continent  are Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Zombies, Witches, Cultists,  Poltergeists, Man-Eating Hamburgers, and Hamburger-Eating Men.
Hypexion V     
A presumed alien homeworld of the  Hypexions; thin bipedal humanoids with a sweet tooth.
Ironically Foreboding Shaped Islands     
The Chaos Sea marks these bodies of  land as a legend, but time travelers and fortunate explorers speak of  adventurous sailors, pirates, and buried treasure. It is  believed the famous Captain Albert Alexander was the first to have  sailed the Chaos Sea, yet only stories remain.
Lola     
The Hypexion Moon infested with the  diabolical Moon Worms. The Moon Worm Queen is held responsible for  eating a chunk of Hypexion V before she was destroyed, but a newly  born Moon Worm Queen is the talk among the stars. The   talking stars of course.
Lotsasand     
An ancient dust land belonging to the  ancestors of the Kingdom of Set. Though primarily a land for the  outsourcing of dust and camels, the age old tales of Jackal Men,  Living Mummies, and Scarab People still invoke questions of mysticism  in even the most skeptical of skeptics.
Meh     
An icy northern land of Snow Queens and  Mystical Creatures. Many a wise pipe smoking old bearded man tell  stories about this enchanted place, but few are listened to.
Merveille
Merveille is the remains of the once  great Circus Empire, which exploded eons ago and left a watercolored  land of saturated imagination. The inhabitants are mostly the  Speechless Ones, also known as Mimes. It is often described as a  tangible dream, and artists from all over the multiverse have tapped  into its presence for inspiration and escape.
Cities:                    Bip
The capital of  Merveille was named after its founder, and is a favorite spot for  vacation for Peter Walter VI. It was also in Bip that the Great War of 1823 was ended by a mysterious mime with a magical  kazoo.
New Pieland    
Once a paradise of wilderness, pilgrims  from Old Pieland settled here declaring it New Pieland after their  former continent was completely devoured since it actually lived  up to its namesake. It was quite literally a giant land mass of flaky  crust with a warm gooey appley interior.
New Pieland is home to many American immigrants and many other multiverse settlers.  Humans, Robots, Clowns, Cat People, and Vleeds are just a few of the races you'll find in the melting pot which is New Pieland.
Cities:                    Biscuit Town
Biscuit Town is a famous small  mining town in the eastern part of New Pieland. It is home   primarily to clowns, wizards, and talking animals. Biscuit Town has   been run by Walter Robot The Jon until recently, and was the first  town in New Pieland to elect a robot for Mayor. Currently, in  the Jon's absence the Mayor's Assistant Boft is  struggling with the encroaching rogue nation of Asininia, a  resource-hungry super kingdom of mad scientists and candy-powered  androids.    Preferbia   This large sprawling landscape   of suburbia is a metropolis of 1950's ideals, where the  beautiful residents are protected from the ravages of time by a blue  matter rich force field over the city. Created by a visionary man  from Earth after slipping through an interdimensional rift, Howard  Lloyd saw the potential of the unstable rift and created what some  have called the 1950s utopia of mankind. Those who enter  the city rarely decide to leave the prospect of eternal youth, but  some do choose to escape Preferbia's roving gangs of fish mutants and  frequent attacks by the Hypexion Moon Worms.
Snornia
Snornia is the last remaining haven for  mystical beings. It is cut off from the rest of the world by a  vengeful Dragon God, but those who have seen it speak of a fantastical world of magic and danger, with princesses in towers,   dexterous elves making shoes, and six winged warlocks. Humans  who find ways to enter usually do so to train to become wizards or  dragons, but many are eaten by the Dragon God, and even more give up  and sail to Party Island.
South Adventurica
A largely unexplored tangle of   constantly transforming jungles, swamps, and plains unbound by  any mappable record of time. Adventurers have sought to unlock the   continent's mysteries for years, and its surprises still continue to   surprise avid surprise seekers. Dinosaurs, giant insects, carnivorous   plants, elementals, Forgotten Gods, Bobby Darin, and Santa Claus are   all said to live here, but the only proof of their existence are the   ravaged journals from explorers of the past...
And that captured dinosaur amusement  park off the coast.
Verk     
A rainy settlement of time travelers  from the 1890s. It is separated from the world by an ethereal mist of  aether called "Henry's Breath," long believed to be   generated by the fat ghost of England's Henry the 8th.  Most settlers began traversing the aether via multidimensional  travel from when Colonel P. A. Walter I discovered Blue Matter in  1896, but all matter of being from the multiverse seems to have  leaked through to embrace knowledge, Victorian style, and to tinker with steampunk abominations.
Cities:                    Dandyton
The Capital of Verk is a bustling city  of inventors, scientists, airship pilots, alchemists, airship pilots,  ghosts, and airship pilots. It is home to the Verk Dandy Candy  Factory, many airships, and the Verkian Rift, a dimensional  hub to countless other realities.
The (old) Cavalcadium landing page including links to Worlds (Earth, Kazooland, and the 8th Dimension), Characters, and Species
Characters include (but are not limited to): Beebop, Bip, Boft, Brown Suits, Buster Becile, Captain Albert Alexander, Delilah, Doc Laborday, G. G., Guy Hottie, Hatchworth,The Highwayman, I. M. Becile, Kazoo, Lily Brennan, Lorene Keaton, Norman Becile, Peter Walter I, Peter Walter II, Peter Walter III, Peter Walter IV, Peter Walter V, Peter Walter VI, Rabbit, Rex Marksley, The Jon, The Spine, The Suspender Man, Uncle Ralphie, Upgrade, and Wanda Becile
Species include (but are not limited to): Robots, Samurai, Scarab  People, Seafarers, Steampunks, Talking  Animals, Trolls, Vampires, Vleeds, Warlocks, Werewolfs, Witchs, Wizards, and Zombies
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The Temecula Rift
Prior to the 2013 Walter Robotics Expo, an accident occurred while 26 y/o Peter Walter VI accidentally sealed a Blue Matter Rift that he was trying to open for high speed inter-dimensional travel between Earth and Kazooland.  The result was an explosion that singularly hit Peter Walter VI in his face.  He now wears an iconic keyhole mask to hide whatever the results of the explosion may have been.
Links:
https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/49702485000/regarding-the-temecula-rift
https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/51763873084/walter-robotics-owner-peter-walter-vi-hospitalized
https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/52636220497/a-message-from-peter-walter-vi
Audio posts of Isabella Bennett discussing Kazooland Canon circa 2015:
Kazooland Canon 1/3
Kazooland Canon 2/3
Kazooland Canon 3/3
Rabbit’s white faceplates are made from a porcelain-like material from Kazooland called Impossium
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The Ivory Haunting (Ahkmenrah x Reader)
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Description: His face is engrained into your head but his name is nowhere. Where does he exist? Why are you so obsessed?
Notes: this is strangely creepy and i dont know why. its not what i meant to do but i think its cool anyway. gender neutral as fuckin always WC: 3.1k
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There's this carving – more of a bust or sculpture – that has your mind twisted every which way. It's a stupid thing, really, but you can't get his expression out of your head, and thus it haunts your waking and sleeping hours. The style is Egyptian, you think. He's wearing a crown on his head, one that you've seen in a couple museums before, and he has an absent smile on his face. While you scroll through the endless amount of photos of ancient Egyptian statues online, you note that it's an all too common expression.
At this point you can't even recall where you first saw it. Could've been through the endless internet surfing or the many museums you visited in your travels, but at the end of the day you're stumped. What was his name? Where did you meet him?
It's clear as day. His alabaster skin. He looks straight at you with empty eyes, the irises having eroded many years ago in the hot sahara sun. His nose has long fallen off, leaving behind a jagged scar that drags from his brow down to his lips, where that haunting smile sits so easily. They're full, his lips – sweet, and soft, even for stone. At each end are little dips, showcasing the slight smile. His chin is a little big, but it makes way for the sharp contrast of his jawline. He has cheekbones – mostly hidden behind the crown – and his ears are a little large. The trait that draws your attention each time is his eyes. Blank. Like they had truly been staring at the world for thousands of years.
You don't get out much anymore, not since the restrictions were put in place. There are moments, especially in the dead of night, in which you want so desperately to leave your tiny apartment, but the curfew states otherwise. Policemen and government workers roam the streets and you'd rather not get into a tussle over something so small as an urge.
Still, you stare outside your window, wondering why it feels like you're suffocating. This is how you spend a lot of your time nowadays, staring at the streets. There's hardly any cars out, and the sidewalks are barren, a sight you'd seen only once before during the original quarantine. London is not a quiet city. It's quite the opposite, and to see it muted is in the least upsetting.
Your job is... easy. Considering the state of the world, you're incredibly lucky, retaining your job and keeping away from the outside. You also get a lot of free time. Usually you'd spend it in front of a television, or in a good book, but now it's in front of your computer screen. The typing marker flashes in front of you, placing behind it the clear words you've searched at least a hundred times by now.
ANCIENT EGYPTIAN BUSTS
By now you know what the first images are going to be. Nefertiti, mostly – her bust is by far the most famous. Then there's of course Akhenaten with his elongated skull, followed by several advertisements for Kemetic worship.
You don't know much about Egyptian history. Or, at least you didn't use to. Now you recognize the faces, though rarely do you ever remember the names of the many forgotten dead. You're just looking for one – one name, one bust, one dead man.
He's nowhere, not in the books you buy or the articles you read. When you sign up for an online course of ancient Egyptian history, you expect to see his face in a textbook, but he's not there. Sometimes it feels like you're the only one who remembers him, which is funny – you don't even know him. Either way it's a way to occupy the time, since you have so much of it lately.
The British Museum is reopening. There's a whole thing about COVID, of course, and the only way to enter is to get tickets online. Only a handful of people are allowed inside the museum at once, and since you don't hear about it until later, you are set to wait a month and a half before you can visit. Bitterness wells up in the pit of your stomach, but like most things you set it aside. None of it really matters anyway – yes, not knowing his name feels like drowning mid-air, but it won't kill you.
From the moment you reserve a ticket to the moment you can actually use it, you dream of him every night. Sometimes it's actually him, no longer a statue, taking your hands and leading you somewhere you don't belong. His skin is warm, unlike his statue, but just as soft as you imagined. His nails are meticulously cleaned and his eyes are bright, full of a life you're desperate to understand. It doesn't make any sense. You're yearning so deeply for him, for something you've never known before, and every second away feels like pure horror in your veins.
Why do you need him this much?
You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing a strand of hair that falls in front of your eyes. You're dressed well – at least comparatively to your former few weeks of dress – and a quiet excitement thrums in your heart. Today is a day you're going to go out, and to make it better you're going to the museum. They have an Egyptian exhibit. A foolish part of yourself hopes you'll find him there, nestled in the corner of a long and fruitful hallway filled with Egyptian statues.
It's... disappointing, to say the least, to find out there's only one room for Egyptian exhibits and it's occupied by only one thing, besides broken pots and stone dolls. The main exhibit's name is Ahkmenrah, a young Pharaoh older than the Great Pyramids of Giza. All information on him can be fitted onto a four by six stone plate. While standing in his room, surrounded by hieroglyphs you've been studying hard to understand, you look him up on your phone. There's little mention of him, but the one article you do find on him has a 3D recreation of his face. He looks white and you know the article's bullshit.
While absently holding a conversation with one of the curators, you discover there's a store of Egyptian exhibits kept underneath the museum that aren't fit for showcase since the downsizing. Whatever that means, you find a sliver of hope, one that pales quickly at the realization you'll never be able to go down there. They wouldn't let some random visitor (who wasn't even an actual historian) to go see closed off exhibits.
Fischer, the director of the museum, hires you four months after you send your resume in. The second he does you set your plan into motion – there's no time to waste.
The same day he gives you the keys, you're sneaking in under the cover of night. For some reason, the lights are still on in the main museum, but fortunately that's not where you're headed. You unlock the backdoor, sneaking through the night guard's break room until you find the door to the basement. Flipping through the keys on your ring, you quickly find the right one, shoving it into the keyhole and almost wrenching the door open.
You run down the stairs. It's almost sprinting, but you can't be too loud with your shoes. There's nothing in your mind except him, his funny little smile, the somehow soft alabaster of his skin. You need to get to him. Something inside you says he's here – he's here, he's here, and there's nowhere else you can be without your whole body combusting.
You stop dead in your sprint, chest heaving as you're faced with the open boxes filled with Egyptian busts. With frantic eyes you look them over, searching desperately for one familiar face, finding none until the very last open box.
It's here.
He's here.
The broken nose, the formation of the resulting scar, you recognize every. Fucking. Inch.
Each box contains little notes on who the statues are (if known), the material, the time period, and other such relevant information. Your hands shake as you reach forward, slipping the piece of paper out of the paper stuffing.
King Ahkmenrah
Date: ca. 3,100 - 3000 B.C.
Period: Old Kingdom
Place of origin: Egypt, Cairo
Medium: Ivory
Ahkmenrah.
Sudden clarity strikes you as it never has when you recall searching his name online. He's the exhibit. He's the mummy upstairs. He's actually here.
The blood in you freezes for a moment, caught up in shock and relief. Now you know his name. A small part of you is finally able to rest with the answer, but the rest of you knows exactly what to do – go upstairs. Find the exhibit. Lay at his side. After all this time you still don't know why, but the ache of neediness in your heart is enough to leave you weak to your inner desires.
Now that your head is clear, or at least unhindered by your questions, you note a worrying amount of sound coming from upstairs. Footsteps pound on the ceiling as you climb the staircase, leaving you curious and terrified. That many people shouldn't be in one place – it's a death wish for the modern plague. You grit your teeth, fingers curling up in to fists that dig your nails deep into your palm. Is it safe to go upstairs? There's definitely people up there and you have no idea who they are. The museum could be being robbed right now and you wouldn't have a clue. It's a death wish.
Why are you still going up the stairs?
Why are you opening the door?
This shouldn't be happening. There's enough people to fill the whole first floor, ranging from the public entrance of the museum to the African exhibits in the back. Almost all of them are wearing historical outfits, in such a wide array you might've thought they'd stolen them from the exhibits, had they not looked exactly like the wax figures. The marble statue of the Roman on his horse is no longer on its' pedestal. Actually, he's talking to a woman a few feet away from you, though he is still on the horse.
You should be passed out on the stairs going by how fast your heart is beating, but instead you stand in the doorway petrified. Your eyes sit wide, scanning back and forth over the crowd, searching for something you don't know of. With all the stimulus in front of you, you don't even know what to think. The exhibits must be coming alive. Does someone watch over them?
It's then, with little clarity in your head, that your eyes land upon the night guard. She doesn't look in the least bit rattled, so you easily assume she's used to this. Her calm is so alarming to you that you blink yourself back into your body.
These are... people. Just people. They haven't been put under some curse that'll bring chaos to the world. All they're doing is partying, and though the noise level is a tad unpleasant, it's just about as rowdy as some teenagers.
When you realize you aren't in danger, you bolt from your place at the door. Twisting through the gathered crowd, you slowly make your way to the staircase, ascending with quick feet as your eyes lock onto the Egyptian hall. It's a few more feet until you turn sharp, shoes squeaking as you slide into the room. The familiar gold lighting greets you, shining off the open sarcophagus, which you skid to a halt in front of as your lungs desperately try to catch up to your legs.
Of course it's empty. Your Pharaoh – or Ahkmenrah, you suppose you should use his name now that you know it – must be downstairs, where the life of the party is. Why would he stay up in this empty room, all alone? From here you can barely even hear the music that was once pounding into your ears. Still, for a moment you stare at the bottom of the vacant coffin, caught in the awe of such a long-standing history.
"What are you doing here?"
The words catch you by surprise, and in reaction you whip around, eyes wide as the voice continues, "who are you?"
My King. Before you can even process the thought, the words roll onto your tongue, but to your immense relief you catch yourself before actually opening your mouth.
"I..." it barely comes out with how little you've physically spoken recently, "I work here."
As usual, your voice carries that quiet, calm, slightly annoyed tone that makes people wonder why you're being so difficult. It's not really something you can control, but the King doesn't seem to notice. Maybe it's worked to your advantage this time; despite your racing heart and frozen feet, you keep an even tone.
"I don't think I've seen you here before," the King says, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer. You try to back up, but you're already pressed against the sarcophagus, and his glare keeps you from running.
"I just started today," you answer honestly.
"Ah," he says, his voice softer the moment he begins to believe you. "This must be rather alarming for you, then."
You're not afraid to admit he's right.
"A tad. How do you speak english?"
"I learned it during my time at Cambridge University," he answers. He's from over 4,000 years ago, so you know he didn't attend as a student.
"You were on display there?"
"Yes," he says with a bright smile, one that catches you entirely off guard.
It practically blows you away – his demeanor changed so quickly, from a stern Pharaoh to a sweet, young man who probably bought his girlfriend flowers every Monday. For a moment you wonder why you were so caught up in him before knowing him; now that you've heard his voice, seen the way he moves, your interest increases tenfold. It's not enough to see him. You need to touch him. You need it more than anything.
"I've been looking for you," you blurt out, but the words come out so slow it sounds like you consciously chose them. You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch his smile falter.
"What do you mean?" He asks. He's standing in front of you now – if you extended your arm and took a small step closer, you'd be touching him.
"There's a sculpture of you," you say softly, swallowing the lump in your throat, "but I didn't know how to find your name."
"How'd you find me, then?" He asks, but he looks less offended. Now there's a keen look in his smile and in his eye, like he's going to enjoy this, like he knows something you don't.
"Sheer luck," you say with a shrug. It's mostly true.
"I think I know you," he says, and his smile quirks further upward.
"What?" You say, trying to back up again as he steps closer. The sarcophagus is, unsurprisingly, still behind you. "How?"
"Back when I was a King, I had a slave my brother killed," he says in the least comforting tone, "but my father had this idea."
Another step closer. You can feel the heat of his naked waist on your shaking hands.
"See, he had a magician in his employ, and he would do anything for me. Especially since I loved that slave so dearly. Truly," he leans forward a little, placing his hand on the gold case behind you and trapping you against him. His chest is practically right against yours, but what you are close enough to feel is his breath, soft on your collarbones. "And so my father retrieved the soul with a special spell and sent it into the future, to possess another at birth, and to lie in wait until I called for it."
You can't feel your – well, anything. There's a pressure on your chest, but you can't tell if that's your wildly beating heart or just his warmth skewing your senses. All you can do is stare up at him wide-eyed. He can't be telling the truth. Magic doesn't work like that, it can't work like that, that's a sick story and he's telling it like it's nothing more than normal. Possessing a newborn child. Sending souls into the future. It can't make sense. You almost feel bad for your past self – under the employ of someone so cruel as to take a soul from the afterlife for his own pleasure.
But he's standing before you. He's 4,000 years old, and he's standing in front of you, pushing you against his own coffin and trapping you there. Do you belong to him, then? Is that why you can't get him out of your head?
"When did your search begin?" He asks softly, a gentle curiosity evident in his brow.
"A – about a year ago," you say, your voice so broken and shaky you're surprised he understands it.
"Last winter?" He asks knowingly, almost sweet, like he's doting on you. Then comes the part that really makes it shine; he reaches up and pets your hair, moving in long, soft strokes.
You nod, unwilling to meet his gaze any longer. How red you must be by now.
"I called on you then. It took you a little while, but I'm glad you made it," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Unfortunately, I suppose you haven't retained any memories, since you didn't know my name."
"I guess not," you agree quietly. "I just have instincts."
"Instincts?"
You're reluctant to share with him the many instincts you'd had even in the short time from meeting him to now. The pure need to touch him. Past You probably had a crush on him, and even though you aren't really that person anymore, there's a need inside you to hide that fact from him. 
"I wanted to call you my King when I first saw you," you admit, your voice still quiet in hopes of him not understanding you.
"You won't have to call me that anymore. Maybe a tad around my parents, but when we're alone you may use my name."
"When we're... alone?" You question nervously, heart pounding at the thought of spending more time with him.
"You do work here, don't you?" He says with a sly grin. "I think I'll be seeing you quite a lot."
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh God.
If this is how you react just from spending five minutes with him, you can't imagine spending whole nights at his side. You'd explode. From what you don't know yet, but the pulsing rush in your heart is strong enough to worry you, and very rarely do you ever worry about yourself. The words in your head – your immediate reaction – simply won't pass. You can't bring yourself to say them, so you say what he wants to hear.
"As long as you want to."
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In the year of 1920 BC in Thebes, the City of the living where the slaves are building the statues. The people talking to one another and the children, playing and the dogs barking.
The City where some shield bodyguards were standing guard, kneeling down before their Pharaoh, who was riding on his chariot. The city where it is the crown jewel of Yinsen Seti the first.
The city was also a Home Of Thanos, Pharoah’s high priest ...Keeper of the dead. The city was the Birthplace of Hela, Pharoah’s mistress.
No other man was allowed to touch her. However Hela had an affair with the high priest, Thanos and for their love, they are willing to risk life itself.
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“Who touched you?” Pharaoh Yinsen seti growled, pinpointing at his mistress Gold paint that was smeared off from her shoulder. When Hela looked at her on her shoulder in slight surprise, she looked at someone behind Pharoah yinsen Seti.
The Pharoah Yinsen turned behind and was surprised that it was Thanos. Thanos grabs the sword from him. “Thanos! My priest!” Pharoah Yinsen was in shock that his priest touched his mistress.
Then before he knew it, he groaned and screamed in pain when Hela stabbed deeply him in the back with a dagger then Thanos slashed him with the sword.
The priests looked from the curtains as they saw the shadows of Hela and Thanos repeatedly killing the Pharaoh, who was screaming in pain.
Then the locked door of the room began to push and voices were started to be heard from the other side causing the priest to run at the same time, Thanos and Hela stopped killing the dead Pharoah yinsen set.
“Pharaoh’s bodyguard” Thanos fearlessly said before Hela looked at him worriedly.
“You must go! Save yourself!” Hela exclaimed.
“No” Thanos replied calmly, swaying his head.
“Only you can resurrect me!” Hela exclaimed added, wanting her lover to go without her. Thanos looked at her in shock before the Shield warriors were able to barge through the door, marching to their Pharaoh while holding their hook weapon.
“I won’t leave you! Get away from me” Thanos exclaimed at the same time ordered his priests, who were pulling him away from her so they could escape from the other side of the curtain.
As Thanos was about to escape with his priest, he looked at his lover. “You shall live again! I will resurrect you!” He exclaimed promised.
By the time Thanos left, Hela turned around to see Shield warriors came in and shockingly saw their Pharaoh murdered.
“My body is no longer in his temple” Hela fearlessly stated with a smirk as she raised up her arms, holding up the dagger in her hands. Meanwhile, not far from her, Thanos looked away when his lover’s stabbed herself in the stomach.
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After their death, Hela’s soul was sent to the dark underworld, her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic Jars. To resurrect her, Thanos and his priest broke into her cript and stole her body and the jars then took her corpse to Humanatra...the city of the dead.
An ancient burial grounds of the sons of Pharaoh's and resting place for the wealth of Egypt. For Hela...his love, he angered the gods by going deep to the city where he took the black book of the dead from its unholy resting place.
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Thanos was reading the spells from the book of the dead with Hela’s corpse laying on a table in front of him while his priests were bowing and chanting. Then hela’s soul came out from a black pool and flew to her corpse.
When it finally came inside her, Hela gasped with widened eyes, alive and shivering before Thanos took out a knife and was about to stab her. However, Thanos was stopped and grabbed by Pharoah yinsen Seti’s bodyguards while the others pointing their weapons at the priest so they won’t escape.
The shield warriors had followed Thanos from Thebes and stop him before the ritual could be completed. Thanos was in shock as his eyes looked down at Hela's soul has been released from her own corpse.
He, his priest, and the pharaoh's bodyguards looked at the apparition, shrieking as it was going back to the black pool. “NO!” Thanos’s screamed as he failed his mission to bring back his lover back.
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After the shield warriors intervened Thanos’s plans, his priests were condemned to be mummified alive. As for Thanos, he was condemned to endure the hom-dai, the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed.
Thanos was buried alive with flesh-eating scarab beetles and was remained away inside his sarcophagus, the dead for all eternity at the foot of a statue of Egyptian God Anubis.
The shield would never allow Thanos to be released, for he would be a walking deceased, a plague of mankind. An unholy flesh eater with the strength of ages, power over of the sand, and the glory of invisibility.
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"Explorers raided tombs and paraded the remains of ancient monarchs and dynasties to their homes. Mummies were unwrapped at social affairs and examined—and it was such a popular pastime that tourism companies in Egypt sent such delights to European countries to satisfy their morbid curiosities and struggled to fuel the growing trend."
“So you see,” Sebastian continued, “There is a historical precedent for this sort of thing. I’m hardly the first businessman to notice the wasted resources just rotting away underground. Or stuffed into an urn, depending on customs and family sentiment.”
“There’s historical precedent for a lot of fucked up shit, Shaw. That doesn’t make it okay!” Pyro stared, aghast, at the website. “Does the Council know you’re doing this? They can’t possibly approve!”
“Are you going to run and tattle on me?” Sebastian sneered. “That doesn’t seem like you, Allerdyce, but you have become more of a conformist rule-follower in Krakoa, it seems. At any rate, some of the Council are aware of my side business. They have elected not to bring it to a vote in meetings, so presumably I am breaking no law of the island.”
“But….it’s wrong. It’s bloody grotesque is what it is!” Pyro exclaimed.
“Is it better or worse than burning people to death during a bank robbery, or as part of some half-baked political protest?”
“Oh, give me a fucking break, Shaw!” Pyro snapped. “I know I’ve done some bad things – “
“Some bad things. What an adorable generalization, ducking out of all serious responsibility – “
“I know I’ve killed people, okay?” Not quite as many as some X-Men wanted to pretend, though. He mostly went for guards, police officers and soldiers, who, as far as Pyro was concerned, had it fucking coming. He hadn’t wanted to kill people to rob a bank, and there was never a need to if the civilians were smart enough to stay well back.
“But killing people doesn’t mean I can’t draw any moral lines, ever,” Pyro continued. “And I’m drawin’ a line right here. This is not okay.”
“Why not? Who does it hurt, really?”
“Well, surely the people whose bodies are getting rented out to sickos! No one would want that.” Pyro wasn’t sure he could articulate the sick churning in the pit of his stomach. It was something that went beyond logic, just a deep sense of disgust that seemed to well up from the center of his being. He was an open-minded fellow, he was willing to play fast and loose with a few morals, but surely some things were just….wrong. Right?
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” Sebastian said, waving a hand dismissively. “And apparently X-Factor is running some very interesting experiments with discarded mutant corpses over in their appropriately named “Boneyard.” And I’m quite confident that Sinister is probably churning out clones in his little lab, no matter how he might deny it. So whats the harm in my business?”
“Just because other people are doing it doesn’t make it okay! It’s like a….desecration, isn’t it?” Perhaps there was some of his Gran’s staunch Catholicism lurking under the surface, despite Pyro’s current status as…well, not an atheist, exactly, more like an agnostic who didn’t want to think about things too hard. He had to admit, a childhood of Mass and Confession and Hail Marys really got under your skin, no matter how long ago you walked away from the church.
“All this fuss over discarded meat,” Sebastian shrugged. “That’s all it really is when you remove religion and sentiment from the equation. Really, Allerdyce, I’m surprised at your squeamishness.”
“Are you really okay with it, then?” Pyro asked. “Letting some human fuck a mutant corpse? That’s what they’re doing it, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily. I believe that’s the most common activity, but a few people want to cook and eat choice pieces.”
“Oh, that’s perfectly all right, then.” Pyro’s words were so heavy with sarcasm, they practically thudded onto the floor.
“Understand, Allerdyce, I find all this personally distasteful. I am disgusted by the idea of necrophilia, and even cannabalsim. But I see no reason to deny others, if there is money to be made. The ‘sickos’ will pay top dollar for discrete fulfillment of their taboo desires.”
“But do you really want to be putting mutant corpses in human hands? Haven’t they got scientists trying to study us or clone us or whatever? Put our DNA in Sentinels to make super-weapons?”
Sebastian laughed heartily. “Really, I didn’t think you were so naïve. Mutants have been in the public eye for several decades. The various governments of the world have been capturing mutant test subjects for a very long time. There are hundreds of mutants buried in graveyards and millions in the heavy layer of ash that still covers Genosha. If some enterprising human scientist wants mutant DNA, it would be very, very easy to lay hands on it. In fact, your own corpse is probably preserved in a government lab somewhere. In other words, there’s no point in closing the barn door at this point. The horses are long gone.”
Pyro couldn’t resist a full-body shudder at the thought. He knew, deep down, that his body was probably stuck in a metal drawer somewhere, or cut into chunks sitting in labelled glass jars. The US government had probably been interested in him as a Legacy Virus victim, back before the cure. It shouldn’t matter, but somehow, it did.
“And the bodies are only available for a limited amount of time, at any rate,” Sebastian continued. “Aside from the obvious natural impermanence of a corpse, I’ve had Sinister inject the bodies with a kind of “kill switch.” After five days, the corpse will dissolve, leaving no trace behind. The humans are only paying to rent, after all.”
“But wait…..” Pyro ventured. “What gives you the right to sell other people’s bodies? Shouldn’t they be the ones to profit off that?”
“What gives people the right to collect discarded trash?” Sebastian said, spreading his arms wide. “Would you begrudge the little old lady collecting aluminum cans for a few pennies from a recycling center? Or the struggling student who takes a sofa from the side of the road? That’s all these corpses are. Trash. Their previous owners have shiny new bodies – bodies gifted to them by Krakoa and the Five, by the way – and left no instructions as to disposal. I don’t use bodies from people who requested to be cremated, or some kind of ritual burial. Just bodies have have been carelessly tossed aside, by people who clearly don’t care.”
“Oh, well I’m sure you’ll be happy to explain that to everyone else, then,” Pyro said. “I’m sure they’ll all be totally understanding.” He realized a moment later, with a nervous twinge, that threatening to tell on the unscrupulous businessman while you were sitting alone in his massive castle and no one else knew where you were was a very stupid thing to do. Fuck. He should have at least claimed to have evidence left with a trusted friend or something, but he’d only just stumbled across this, while exploring the so-called “dark web.” Maybe he could bluff his way out of this.
“I told you, some Council members are already well aware,” Sebastian said, sitting back and regarding Pyro across steepled fingers. “I don’t think you’d find those in authority quite as willing to turn on me as you imagine, Allerdyce. In fact, it’s entirely possible that any attempt to inform the public will lead to a hasty mind-wipe for you.”
“I’ve got proof. I left it all on a flash drive with……” Freddy? Dominic? Mystique? “….a friend,” he finished, not wanting to actually put anyone else in the crosshairs. Hell, Mystique might even know about this. He’d like to think better of her, but she always had schemes within schemes going. He wondered which telepath on the Council might be in on this. Was Sinister a telepath? That arrogant piece of shit Exodus? He seemed too high-minded to approve, but that mission in the Savage Land had shown Pyro that Exodus did not give a single fuck about mutants that he considered weak or “unworthy.” Frost? Even Xavier? Pyro had never trusted that creepy bastard. Something about him had always seemed too good to be true.
Sebastian laughed again. “Oh, you think I’m going to kill you? That’s cute. Allerdyce, you are not in some ridiculous detective story. I am a practical man, and despite your bleating about morals, I know you are, too. I am willing to make you an offer. It’s an easy job. All you have to do is ‘keep mum,’ as they say.” Sebastian wrote a number down on a piece of paper, and slid it across the table.
It was, in fact, a very nice number. Enough to make some of Pyro’s disgust quickly fall away.
“After all, why shouldn’t you enjoy the same kind of luxury experienced by Krakoa’s elite? You serve aboard the Marauder, and you’re obviously on the lowest rung of the crew. None of the power and privilege weilded by the X-Men, none of the wealth bestowed by birth on Christian Frost, my own son, and the Von Struckers. And you do significantly more work than for the Hellfire Trading Company than those spoiled idiots. Why not take a little something for yourself?”
Pyro’s mind whirled. Of course, taking the money now would mean he was “in it,” so to speak. And if the secret got out, he’d probably be implicated along with Shaw, at least in the eys of his fellow mutants. Which would hurt a bit, after all his heroics with the Marauders. He was starting to feel, at least a little bit, like a good guy.
But on the other hand, if Sebastian was telling the truth, and some of the Council already knew, trying to tattle would just get him in the shit. It was all well and good to have movies about heroic whistle-blowers, but in the real world, they got slandered, ruined, and sometimes murdered. No one would stand up for a relative nobody like Pyro, especially if Frost and Mystique already knew. At best he’d just get mind-wiped.
It would be safer to just walk away and keep his mouth shut. And if he was going to walk away anyhow, why not pick up a paycheck for it?
They were just corpses, right? What a resurrected mutant didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
And it didn’t seem to actually be breaking any Krakoan laws.
And it was a lot of money.
And Pyro really did like money.
It wasn’t like he was a proper journo anymore, was he? No need for integrity.
Pyro pushed the paper back across the table.
“You’ll need to add a zero to that number before I’ll even consider it,” he said. “And this is just for silence, understand? I’m not gonna be your employee, don’t start expecting me to fetch and carry.”
Sebastian grinned, making a mark on the paper, and held it his hand to shake.
“I knew you’d see sense. It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Allerdyce.”
OOC: I was going to make that sillier, but the more I thought about it…..Sebastian probably would bribe Pyro to shut up, and Pyro would probably just take the money. He’s trying to be “good,” but not that good. Also, no offense intended to Exodus. After the story in the Quicksilver min-series, when Pyro is working with Acolytes on a mission for a supposed Legacy Virus cure (which doesn’t exist), Pyro probably holds a serious grudge against him.
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shining-red-diamond · 3 years
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Ch. 24: Hieroglyphs
Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)
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Genre: Fluff, some angst
Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of illness, scarab beetle attack, mentions of fear
“Easy, San,” Seonghwa instructed as his crewmate carefully hopped down into the carved hole in the Sphinx’s foot.
The crew followed the map to where the Great Sphinx was located, and they found two large stones that covered an entryway to a hidden cavern. Jongho and Yunho removed the fases yellow stones and set them to the side, and Seonghwa was the first one to hop into the hole with a torch in hand as the flashlights had run out of batteries in India. One by one, the crew joined him in the dusty space, Mingi being the last one to join them.
“Okay,” Seonghwa said, “the maps tell us we don’t have far to walk this time, but like the last two there are still death traps. Be cautious.”
“Here,” Jongho piped up as he pulled out his lighter, “these torches will last about an hour, so we’ll have to go quickly if we want enough light to get us through.”
The tiny flame touched each torch, fire blooming and providing an orange glow in the pitch darkness. Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho, and San all held a torch and positioned themselves to illuminate the front back and sides of the group. The walls themselves were much wider than the catacombs in Rome, allowing the crew much more room to journey through; ancient hieroglyphs decorated the walls as they depicted the most powerful pharaohs and told stories of the gods of Egypt. Dirt covered the path they walked on, but it wasn’t as rough as Italy’s.
“We need to look for the wall with the inscription on it,” Dahae piped up as they began their walk beneath the Sphinx. “The diamond is in a room with treasure hidden away by the great pharaohs.”
“What’s written in the inscription?” Seonghwa asked as they turned a corner.
“It’s all in hieroglyphs, but Celestia translated it.”
San couldn’t help but smile. Even when she couldn’t do much, she was still helping with the journey in her own way.
Dahae cleared her throat and read, “‘The treasure of Nephertiti. May the Eye of Horus watch over it. Thieves be warned as punishment will be upon you if you choose that path.”
“That last part makes absolutely no sense,” Dinah shook her head.
“I mean, Celestia did write ‘Weird, but okay’ at the bottom,” Dahae laughed.
The rest of the crew chuckled at Celestia’s humor, but Seonghwa composed himself as to continue with their quest. It wasn’t long before they reached a blank wall guarded by jackal headed statues made of gold. Putting his flaming torch to use, the first mate leaned it towards a sort of indention on the wall. He brushed the dirt away and discovered the warning that was translated on the map.
“Are we supposed to look for a switch or something?” Grace-Anne broke the silence as she tried to look around.
Seonghwa took note of a small vertical crack in the wall. It was so microscopic one would need to scan the wall a few times to see it. He followed it with his eye and found that it was a door that had been sealed.
“Yunho, Jongho, help me push this,” he commanded the two strongest members. The three of them handed their torches over to the women before placing their hands on the wall.
On the count of three, the men used their combined strengths to get the passageway open. It took a few grunts and strained muscles, but the door finally moved with Jongho falling forward a little. Inside of the cavern was dark with the exception of the torches illuminating the area. However, some sunlight was peaking through, but it provided enough light to display the treasure that was spread out in piles.
“Look,” Mingi pointed to something on the ceiling. The Eye of Horus was painted just above a large bust of what Seonghwa guessed was Nephertiti. More hieroglyphs decorated the surrounding walls, and four stone pillars held gold statues of Egyptian gods. Gold coins, jewels, and other precious treasures littered the floor, tempting to the soul who happened to stumble upon it.
“According to the map,” Dahae said as she checked around, “the diamond piece should be somewhere...San you’re standing on it.”
The navigator glanced down at his boot and saw something twinkling in the minimal sunlight. “Hey, you’re right,” he smiled.
Just before he could reach for it, Taeran stopped him.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she shook her head and released him after a pause.
With his gloved index finger and thumb, San carefully picked up the piece and placed it into a small pouch for Grace-Anne to examine later.
Suddenly the ground shook violently, causing the crew to tumble to the ground. Thankfully, the quake only lasted a few seconds, and some of the crew were dusting off the dirt and coins that fell on them.
Seonghwa stood back to his feet and helped Grace-Anne to her feet. “Whoever took some treasure,” he warned, “put it back. We’re not thieves.”
“No one took anything except the diamond,” Dinah defended. “Something else must have triggered the shaking.”
“Was it a curse?” Mingi whimpered in fright.
“I doubt it. Besides, the riddle didn’t say anything about a curse, but they did talk about some sort of punishment ‘for thieves.’ WOOYOUNG, STEP AWAY FROM THAT STONE!!!”
The crew turned their heads to where the young man was kneeled tying the laces on his boots. His head popped up in surprise at his girlfriend’s voice screaming at him. When he saw what his foot was on, his face turned a ghostly white in horror. At jack rabbit speed he jumped to his feet, and back as far away from the stone as possible.
The dark, yellow stone was sunken in between two brown ones and engraved with a large beetle on top of it, and Dahae knew it was another trap.
Crackling and chirping noises sounded from the walls and underneath them. It started soft but quickly grew louder and louder with each second.
“What’s that?” Dinah panicked as she pointed out something metallic blue that was oozing out from the cracks between the ceiling and the walls. It wasn’t oozing, but rather...crawling?
Dahae let out a horrified gasp as she pulled Wooyoung from the statue. “Scarabs!” she squealed. “Run!”
The crew made a dash for the door, however, the beatles were multiplying in numbers and charging towards them at lightning speed.
“Keep waving your torches at them,” Dahae instructed. “They won’t touch us if there’s light.”
Those who didn’t have a torch huddled together as the four men surrounded them. The group scuttled back towards the entrance, one beetle nearing Taeran’s foot and Mingi being quick to kick it away.
“Don’t stop running until we get to the entrance!” Seonghwa ordered.
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“Byeol,” Celestia’s voice called. “Come here, kitty!”
Hongjoong’s eyes slowly opened. He wasn’t sure what was going on or who Byeol was, but it sounded as if the Choi’s somehow got a pet. A cat, as Celestia mentioned. He heard his bedchamber door creak open, but nobody came in. That was until a sopping wet Siamese cat jumped up on the bed and began to dry itself on the duvet. The captain jumped as he wasn’t expecting an animal to pay a visit.
“Hey! Get out of here!” Hongjoong shouted weakly.
Phoebe and Celestia dashed in and scooped the cat up off of the bed.
“Sorry, captain,” apologized Phoebe. “We were just about to dry her off, but she got away from us.”
Hongjoong sighed. “It’s fine. I just want to know when the cat became a new member of the ship.”
“Well, she snuck on here when we were in India,” Celestia explained. “I found her snuggling San, and she quite likes the company.”
Hongjoong couldn’t ever get mad around Celestia. Really, no one could. She was just that type of person that no one could ever hate or be angry with. She was such an angelic soul and did her best to be kind. Her pregnancy hormones did attempt to hinder that at times when she had her mood swings, but it was understandable as she was growing another human.
“We need to teach you how to knock, silly,” she cooed at the cat.
Phoebe wrapped Byeol in the towel and carried her out to go finish drying her off.
“Would you like for me to take the duvet to the laundry room?” Celestia offered.
Hongjoong shook his head. “Dahae will take care of it,” he mumbled. “You take care of the cat.”
“Alright.”
Not even two minutes after she left, Hongjoong heard what he guessed was a stampede of horses on the ship. He opened his eyes to see what was wrong, but his fiancée burst into the room, dirty and out of breath. The illness seemed to disappear from the captain upon seeing the love of his life in such a state. He jumped out of bed and was by Dahae’s said in a matter of milliseconds.
“What happened?” he asked her. “Is everyone okay?”
She nodded, and the center of gravity shifted. The ship was taking off.
“We got the diamond,” she whimpered through a forced smile.
Hongjoong believed her, but he didn’t believe the smile she was trying to give him. He could tell that the tears forming around her red eyes weren’t of loss, but rather of fear.
“Did a mummy scare you?” he teased a little in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Dahae shook her head. She didn’t say anything else at all, but rather just embrace Hongjoong as she couldn’t hold back her sobs anymore.
“It’s okay, my love,” he shushed as he stroked her hair. “I’ll run a bath, and we’ll talk about it.”
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glossyeon · 3 years
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~𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮…~
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Museum Curator!Sehun x Sculpture!Reader
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: sexual content, oral m recieving, fingering, dirty talk, degrading names during sex, rough sex, nudity, explicit depictions of sex, Sad scenes, Reader is a sculpture?, Swearing, Lot’s of grammar mistakes, heartbreaking and heartwarming scenes ahead…
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𝘼/𝙉: This has been a series that I’ve been dying to do for a very long time! I think Museum Curator!Sehun is such an uncommon paring that we need more of these days. Also inspired by Night at the Museum Movie Series... Enjoy!
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘖𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 12...
                                   ─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
At the strike of 12 o'clock midnight you are given the chance to come to life once more. No longer do the Velvet rope barriers that keep you motionless throughout the day block your freedom. You’ve done the same thing each and every night for the past thirty years since you were moved to this museum. Roam the halls and exhibits with your fellow friends of art that are bound to the grounds of this grand building just like you. 
There’s your sassy and confident friend HyunA, which is better known as the girl with the pearl earring. Constantly chattering and gossiping about the cavemen’s in exhibit B, or the newly arrived valuables that belong in the Victorian history section. 
Then there’s your calm and collected friend Mona Lisa, but you just call her by Lisa. Quite popular amongst the mummies in the Ancient Egypt section for some reason that you cannot out your finger on. The three of you have been together for the past decades, stuck to be stared, examined, and pick apart by the public eye. It’s not easy, but it’s what you were all made to do. 
Stay perfectly still and be art. 
Be the magnificent piece of history that people label you to be. 
That night was the same as any other. The booming chimes of the grand clock in the entrance of the museum signalled the time had come for everyone. The time to live. 
Soon, the stiff marble that you called your hair turned to luscious black locks, healthy and shining with brilliance. The pale cover that was your skin melted off to uncover a radiantly glowing hazel one. No one could deny that the beauty you obtained was less than perfect. You were the epitome of beauty, confidence, and love.
“Jesus Christ I think I’m gonna need to see a chiropractor after this” you signed in pain as you cracked the remaining hardened parts of your body. Standing in place for 12 hours was exhausting and cruel to say the least.
“You’re a sculpture. How on earth would you survive that painful session with a chiropractor? Your fine marble would bruise and dent the minute hands are laid on you.” Absurdity was evident in the voice that came from behind you. A voice with too many thoughts that had been kept hidden for so long that just ached to be heard...
“Taemin-“ you started out, tired of dealing with this again 
“First of all, how would you even meet this chiropractor? We are bound to the halls of this museum!” He stated as if you weren’t reminded of this everyday. “And what would the chiropractor even say to you if you show up to them? “Oh why hello there nice to meet you, you must be that hundred thousand year old sculpture th-“
“Taemin!” You shrieked in annoyance. It wasn’t long before you clamped the tall mans mouth shut with your hand and warned in a threatening voice. “I’m popular, I’m beautiful , and I have many many friends in this exhibit that wouldn’t mind making a few dents in those kneecaps...” you said, emphasizing many.
The boy gasped in horror and pulled away from you before gulping in fear from your series expression. you sighed and proceeded to leave, your white dress floating behind you as you tried to find your friends. “I have no time to deal with you” you explained, swiftly walking away. 
He called behind you “it’s not my fault that I’m constantly surround by my thoughts with NO ONE to talk too” he huffed and pouted his lips in a frown that you could already tell was there. 
it wasn’t long before the shrieks and laughter that belonged to HyunA filled the History section next door. You smirked, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. You couldn’t help stopping to witness the scene of your friend right before your eyes.
HyunA’s voice and chatter was dripping with charisma and curiosity. As the girl sat elegantly on one of the museum benches, the Norwegian cavemen fought and huddled to get a glimpse of her beauty and an earful of her words. 
“And as his deep stoic eyes bored into my eyes, I knew right then and there. He was to be mine. From the tip of my tongue, to the ends of my toes, he owned me. Every inch and corner” 
your best friend seductively read out each word of the novel in her hands, passionately describing the lewd contents that were about to come. 
“Don’t you think that’s enough reading HyunA?” I commented, walking closer to the bench. The cavemen immediately moved to create space for the best friend of the woman they called their goddess. 
I smiled at the eagerness visible in her eyes. “How on earth am I supposed to stop now when I’ve just started!” She explained, patting the heads of the cavemen like they were her pets. To be honest, they weren’t far from it, with their eyes overflowing with love and admiration. 
“HyunA has taught us many important lessons during our nights!” One built and muscular man named Shownu stated, piling the agrees of many others as well. 
One man named Chan then began to say, “HyunA has taught us the importance of love, sensuality, and passion” he declared, smacking his chest with his fist and roaring with pride. the others didn’t hesitate to join in as well. 
Meanwhile, HyunA just seemed to stare virtuously at the men, admiring the fan club she had successfully accumulated during her read alouds. I shaked my head in disbelief and proceeded to swiftly snatch HyunA away from the male energy surrounding the room. 
“HyunA” I begged. “Please don’t hang out with those men anymore, hm? It’s not good to waste your nights away by reading some fantasty romance to them” I tried to reason with my best friend but HyunA being HyunA, she didn’t hesitate to assure me. 
“Oh Y/N,” she looked at me like I was a stray cat in need of help. “My time with boys like Shownu and Chan are just play times”. Brushing a hair behind my ear and while holding both my hands in hers, she went on. “I’m just trying to have a bit of fun before I meet The One” she declared, sighing at my clueless face. 
I snatched the book that was still under her armpit and shaked it in front of her. “Reading the museum secretary’s hidden fan fiction won’t do anything to help you find love”
“give that back” she whined. 
I pinched my nose bridge in disappointment and stress, raising the book high up in the air where she couldn’t reach it. As she was struggling to retrieve her precious novel, noises erupted from the ends of the halls. 
“What now...”
The hallways outside the separate exhibits were especially loud at night. It’s a true mystery how the security guards and night shift workers don’t find out about us. Dinosaurs, extinct wildlife, and many many nude men were running rampant, overflowing with excitement and life.
“Yuna that’s a 4000 year old Naqada Vase your holding” I exclaimed, reaching out to snatch it away.
But Yuna wasn’t easily defeated. Being born of Victorian Royalty, Shin Yuna was quite a mischievous handful, never hesitating to get what she wanted. 
“What, this one?” She smirked, dodging my actions and obviously playing dumb. Her small wrist went right through one of the handles, dangerously hanging it through one hand. 
Letting out the 100th sigh that night, my footsteps carried me away from the chaos. 
“If I don’t see it, I don’t know it” I mumbled to myself.
As HyunA and Yuna stopped to talk more about her petticoat, I made my way to the library of historical records. A place where not many of the historical artifacts went to enjoy their nights. But I preferred the quiet, peaceful setting as it was much more fun than getting pissed at by Napoleon Bonaparte. 
Shuddering at the memory, I then opened the doors to the library. Greeted with the familiar scent of must and candle wax, I happily pranced along the endless supply of books. 
Books from about the Ice Age to Modern Art surrounded me. My passion for reading could never bore me. Not in a million years. 
I swiftly walked past the spines of each and every book, only to stop at an empty shelf. The section of famous poets and philosophers that I was just getting fond of had been apparently moved to the other side of the room. Frowning in annoyance I was just about to head back when I saw him. 
The tall, slim, figure sitting at one of the tables, back covering the view of my presence. I stopped in my spot, frozen in fear as this man was definitely not one of the museum's peoples. At least not the usual ones on night duty. 
The countless precautions put in place to avoid being caught by the workers and night guards had served its purpose for all this time. If there was anyone to see the magic that happened in these walls, we wouldn’t know what we would do. 
Would we be taken away? Would we be shipped off to the CIA? Lord knows what would happen if I left HyunA and Lisa alone...
Although his face was covered with the cover of a book, there was no denying that his body was well crafted. The muscles under his black turtle neck stood out under the fabric, perfectly hugging his chest and arms. I felt quite a bit embarrassed with my sheer cloth dress, which was quite absurd considering practically everyone has seen the my crafted body. I carefully took a step back. 
“The quicker I leave and warn the others, the better” I thought. Keeping my footsteps as light as I could, I made my way almost 2 feet away from the door. And that's when his words echoed in the silence of the library. 
“You’re forgetting something aren’t you?”
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ramblefang · 3 years
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TOH s2 ep3
I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep up the liveblog thing, but the first few seconds of this episode already has me thinking things I want to write down.
But really quick: some post-episode 2 thoughts. Nothing too big, just follow-up thoughts on Luz learning alongside Eda and Lilith given how the episode ended. Seems like Luz being the teacher is pretty much done already, and the adults—with their experience and wisdom better contextualizing what they’re learning about glyphs—may more solidly have the edge at teaching. Though, Luz may still have plenty to contribute; she’s proven to be mighty creative in her own right, so she’ll likely pick up on “glyph writing” pretty quick.
00:06 - So these first few seconds seem to be a flashback. I was initially tipped off by the, like, blue tint and the, like, hazy effect at the edges of the screen. But I also rewinded since I started writing, and this hooded figure does have Eda’s staff and the hand grasping it certainly looks like hers.
00:14 - Oh, it’s all confirmed just seconds later. Okay then.
00:27 - An intriguing cold open that was. My first guess is that that was how Eda met King. But it could also be introducing a new character.
01:10 - Looks like Lilith explained things to Luz between episodes. These notes (especially the confusion) reminds me of trying to wrap my head around Homestuck shit.
01:38 - Huh. Lilith looking a tad unhinged. Last episode left us with the impression that she had a decent direction when it comes to these glyphs, but maybe exploring this uncharted territory is a bit much for the rule-obsessed perfectionist
01:49 - I must say again that I really appreciate Hooty having a good relationship with someone.
02:53 - Demon lore! Sounds like this might really be about King and Eda meeting, based on this King focus and the title having something about the past (didn’t commit the title to memory)
03:53 - Hmm, so King’s story doesn’t match up with the expert’s understanding of history. I wonder if it’ll turn out that King was just the big fish of a very small pond. Alternatively, King’s story might be prehistory. Eda did appear to have found some ancient ruins in the cold open.
04:20 - Ooh, indeed, this could be dealing with delusions. The appropriate way to handle someone experiencing delusions isn’t really something I’m familiar with. And it’s still uncertain if that’s really where this is going; King’s story could still be real (at least in a fashion)
04:25 - But in the moment, I do appreciate Luz’s approach to things. Delusion or not, it’s not like King is hurting anyone. Well, it is correlated with some toxic behavior (like that time King took credit for the story that he wrote together with Luz), but I’m unsure if I’d pin that stuff on delusions. Those things can be addressed without necessarily stressing King out over his “delusions”.
04:55 - Uuh. I have no idea what to expect from Hooty coming with. I’m honestly kind of scared.
05:00 - And based on those sounds and the pulsating flesh left behind on the door, yeah, I was right to be kind of scared. But the “Porta-Hooty” is cute.
05:30 - “Again” Eda says. Huh. Quick guess is that Eda manages an elaborate charade to keep King happy.
05:37 - A flying bathtub huh. That caught me off guard. I guess that’s the back-up for when Luz takes the staff (whose name I do not recall at the moment.)
(Apparently it is Owlbert.)
06:18 - This does appear to be the location from the cold open, so it’s probably real. I wouldn’t expect that young Eda was already orchestrating an elaborate charade for King. It’s also uncharted, so more credence to King’s story being at least partially true—but it also works for my idea that King was the master of a very small pond.
07:07 - Not sure if significant, but that door is keyhole shaped.
07:27 - Ooh! Prehistory! Or, well, prehistory as known by Lilith. Pretty sure actual prehistory is, like, “before history was recorded in a way we could dig up.” And this is literally language that could, probably, record history
08:30 - Hmm, so there’s something sneaking around these ruins, reminiscent of something sneaking up on young Eda in the cold open. I had thought that would be King, but it could be something else. It could also still have been King in the cold open, and it’s just something else now—it could even be Eda.
09:20 - Oh, so “apple blood” is basically an alcoholic beverage. It’s practically just a euphemism here.
09:30 - And the positions have flipped. These ruins are enough evidence to fully trust King’s story, despite his hazy memory. Luz still sounds the way she did earlier in the episode: simply humoring him.
My present theory is that the true extent of King’s story is that he lived here. But that does not mean he was the ruler of this place; he may have just used the art in these ruins to incorrectly fill holes in his memory.
10:20 - Hmm, the mummies of a bunch of vaguely insectoid...soldiers? The main thing I’m getting is that they don’t look much like demons. Also one is skittering around still, so maybe they aren’t exactly living? Like, maybe they were automatons in the first place?
10:50 - Ooh, a surprising fleshiness to this “monstrosity”. But, I mean, zombies are a form of automaton in my book. Or they can be at least.
11:12 - That sort of flesh warping ability is always fun. The kind that means you can never be pinned (especially by impalement) and also functions as a healing factor
11:24 - So now I’m guessing that by Eda’s exclamation of “Again?!” before, she’s had to protect/save King from these things before. Not only from the cold open, but other times that King has decided to visit this place.
11:40 - Eda has fought this thing before and knows, with certainty, that it can’t truly be defeated. I wonder why King wasn’t aware of it though.
13:02 - I was right about it being King in the cold open, but oh my God I wasn’t prepared for how cute baby King would be.
14:10 - A fair enough explanation for King’s memories. Though, it doesn’t explain the art in the ruins which does, indeed, bear a resemblance to King.
14:43 - Again, I’m not familiar with how real delusions are handled, but I can say that this probably wasn’t the safest place for this conversation
15:09 - Considering I initially agreed with Luz, it’s appropriate for me to reflect as I did agree with her approach. Perhaps there is more nuance to dealing with delusions. Luz theoretically could have been honest while still avoiding outright contradicting King’s delusions; in the bluntest terms, she could have outright said she doesn’t believe that he’s the king of demons, but would be willing to treat him as if he was anyway. The main thing I still agree with is Luz not pushing King on his delusions: more because it wasn’t her place to than anything else—Luz simply doesn’t have the full picture for her to be able to. Eda did though, so if anyone was going to challenge King’s delusions, it was her. Still could have been done somewhere safer though.
16:28 - Establish something that is true and positive regardless of the delusion: the delusional person having support. It can act as a safe foundation when one’s reality otherwise seems uncertain. Provide something that is at least as comforting as the delusion.
16:55 - Curious. The “monstrosity” is restacking the stones, King’s make-believe soldiers. It’s true enough that it didn’t attack baby King, as King was already in the ruins before Eda arrived. It specifically attacked Eda. Even on this latest excursion, it had never attacked King directly: it was simply imposing enough for King to agree to run from it.
18:30 - Eggshell? Was King born here? Maybe, rather than having been king himself, he is an heir?
20:32 - I would let him keep it. Yes. I like the monster.
20:42 - I like the symbolism of the horn as, like, King’s memory? It was damaged by his delusion, but now it’s whole again. King is more complete than he was before.
20:49 - Oh, they did bring the monster! Right there in the background. And King named it “Jean-Luc”? At least that’s how I’m assuming it’s spelled, after Jean-Luc Picard. I wonder if, coinciding with King’s further development, they can revive it to work outside of the ruins.
Closing Thoughts
Through season 1, I had thought that King trying to live up to being “the king of demons” functioned well as an analogy for toxic masculinity. He was trying to be tough and controlling, because that was how he thought he ought to be as a demon king—much the same things that toxic masculinity pushes on men to be “real” men. So making it through these his delusions makes room for King to mature and be more genuine to himself.
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