#the sphinx

[archaeoart]

The Sphinx and pyramids at Giza, Egypt, circa 1881.

#archaeology #history #architecture #egypt #pyramid #giza #egyptology #the sphinx

[elena-fishr]

#Dragons dogma #dd2 #dragons dogma 2 #the sphinx #sphinx #Arisen #mine* #gamingedit

[the-evil-clergyman]

The Kiss of the Sphinx by Franz von Stuck (1895)

#franz von stuck #art #paintings #fine art #19th century #19th century art #symbolism #symbolist art #symbolist #painting #german art #german artist #mythology #greek mythology #mythological creature #sphinx #the sphinx #classic art

[carolinelikesdinner]

The Sphinx. Shockingly I think this might actually be the first time I've drawn him

#smash #- #fablehaven #dragonwatch #the sphinx #art #my art #fablehaven fanart

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Graham Masterton - The Sphinx - Pinnacle - 1978 (flyleaf, illustration by Jose Reyes)

#witches #sphinxes #occult #vintage #the sphinx #sphinx #pinnacle books #graham masterton #unforgettable women #terrible secrets #flyleaf #jose reyes #1978 #70s 20s revival

[machetelanding]

Solar eclipse above the pyramids on August 30, 1905. Photography by Gabriel Lekegian.

#egypt #pyramids #the great pyramid #the sphinx #desert #the middle east #solar eclipse #eclipse #history #historical #black and white #1900s

[a-dip-in-the-source]

The Sphinx: alright everyone we are on the cusp of greatness after my millennia long plan 🙌 we just need to wait patiently for the last few pieces to fall into place before I can open the demon prison but these people are gonna do most of the work for us!

Vanessa: plays her hand way to early at perceived weakness revealing his indepth spy operation.

The Sphinx: wait no.

Navarog: takes the time to reveal and gloat about his betrayal, losing him the artifact keys.

The Sphinx: GUYSSS????

The Society: immediately drops him for a demon who is going to murder all of them as soon as he is able.

The Sphinx: HELLO????

#fablehaven #dragonwatch #fablehavenflitting #the sphinx #its just sooooo funny to me

[weirdlookindog]

Félicien Rops - Le Sphinx (The Sphinx), c. 1878 – 1881

#félicien rops #le sphinx #the sphinx #art #devil #occult #painting

[betomad]

The Sphinx at Tobu World Square theme park, Nikko, Japan. Falsely shared with the story line “Snow on sphinx for the first time in 112 years, Egypt” in December 2013.

#the sphinx #snow #egypt #giza #tobu world square #nikko #japan

[freg-freg]

Re-reading the part in the book where Gavin / Navarog tries to dissuade Kenda from going up the vaults at lost mesa is kinda ominous in hindsite.

A bit earlier in the story, Vanessa says this when she got let out of the quiet box the first time - “Let me guess. Kendra is no longer here, and some disaster is transpiring at Fablehaven.” . The shadow plague is the Sphinx's way of getting rid of Fablehaven, and the mission is how he plans to get control of Kendra.

Gavin's concern for Kendra also serves this purpose, to keep her safe from harm. However, do you think that the others would have come back from the vaults Kendra didn't come along? Like the Sphinx wanted Lost Mesa to fall after they got the artifact, why not have all the team (including Warren who was preventing the Sphinx from isolating Kendra) tragically pass in a "dragon attack" after taking the item, Gavin breaks Charlie out of the vaults to overthrow the preserve and "rescues" Kendra. But by the time she gets back Fablehaven has tragically fallen, Warren is gone, it's obviously not safe for her to go back to her parents because the evening star is out to get her. She has no one except the Sphinx and Gavin and would probably be reeling from the complete destruction of her life.

The evidence is gone, the neighbourhood has been burnt down, The Sphinx had gotten what he wanted, and the group of people who suspected he was a traitor are out of the picture. It's a pretty neat end to a messy situation isn't it?

#fablehaven #navarog #kendra sorenson #the sphinx #thankfully Kendra is a girlboss who didn't let Gavin tell her what to do #and that the rest of the Fablehaven gang is as resilient as cockroaches #am i overthinking this? yes #do i care?? not at all

[hauntedbystorytelling]

The Sphinx (# 2), ca. 1902

The Sphinx (# 2); ca. 1902. Tonnelé & Co.; NY. | src Library of Congress [detail] view more on wordPress

The Sphinx (# 2); ca. 1902. Tonnelé & Co.; NY. | src Library of Congress | Glamour Photographs 1900-1910 view more on wordPress

#sphinx #The Sphinx #draperies #portrait #Porträt #retrato #ritratto #portret #retrat #Bildnis #Tonnelé co #tonnele co #unknown photographer #1900s #veiled women #veiled woman

[candlemouse]

I posted a new fic that explores Marla and Scott Sorenson’s experience from losing their daughter, being kidnapped, forcibly educated about magic, and finally reuniting with their family.

It will be three chapters and end up about 10k words.

It’s been really fun to write!

Here is an excerpt:

Silence filled the house. The TV sat dormant, pots and pans did not clang, and there was no bickering over the remote. Just Marla alone on the couch.

The peace and quiet she had always prayed for.

It was 6 o’clock on a Sunday. Normally, dinner would be takeout from the steakhouse downtown as Marla had always maintained that a day of rest meant no cooking. She would force the kids to eat dinner at the table, and Kendra would stress out about an assignment she had due the next day while Seth flung peas at her. Inevitably, someone would yell and the other would storm out of the room.

Marla would be pulling her hair out trying to get them to settle down and wishing that, for just once, their house could be peaceful and quiet and not full of bickering and loud noises.

She had gotten her wish.

Her house was silent.

It only took burying her baby girl under six feet of muddy dirt, and shipping her son off to her in-laws.

Great. Amazing. This was exactly what she had prayed for.

No tears fell. She just stared at the floor.

Scott was somewhere. She didn’t know. Probably grief counseling or the grocery store. Either way, Marla couldn’t seem to care enough to remember.

She was a passive participant in life at the moment. It was better that way. If she had to go back in the stream of things—back to “normal”—she’d have to have quiet Sunday dinners.

No, it was better when nothing happened at all.

The train horn interrupted her line of thoughts. It was a faithful thing that she disliked. It came every night at eleven pm. She could never get to sleep when she wanted because the blasted horn would wake her up.

While in some crevice of Marla’s brain, she registered the oddness of Scott staying out past eleven, she couldn’t stop the onslaught of grief that prevented her from thinking about anything but her baby girl. It wouldn’t be right to go about her day without Kendra on her mind. To Marla, that was the final goodbye she dreaded. The point when she forgot about her baby girl.

Ironically, the funeral had offered the briefest reprieve in her thoughts as she had to sort money around and calculate coffin costs—monotonous, mindless things.

But, the funeral had already occurred a few days ago. Well, at least Marla thought it was a few days ago. Not much recently had been cataloged in her memory.

All she knew was that there was a new headstone in the cemetery and that her baby girl was under it.

Parents weren’t supposed to grieve for their kids. That wasn’t the deal Marla had made with God when she conceived.

Motherhood was supposed to be the most amazing thing in the world. God-given. And it was, at times. But, this was never supposed to be part of it.

Why did God take her baby girl?

The priest had tried to explain to her. Euphemisms ran into mantras ran into the most meaningless crap she’d ever heard.

Their family went to church every Sunday. They praised God. They said grace before every meal. Marla had sat on her knees every night like a good girl and prayed for her family.

Her baby girl taken from her. Who did it?

The private detective didn’t know. She didn’t know. Her son didn’t know. The coroner had sent a report with confusing details, but then the next day, sent a clean bill of death.

A stroke.

Marla guessed that was it. A stroke of luck. Something no one could predict but God. Bad karma.

Scott tried to pull her to the grief-counseling meetings. It didn’t work. She didn’t want to feel these feelings and live with them. She wanted them gone!

She wanted Kendra back. She wanted her children.

Pain constricted her chest and she couldn’t breathe anymore.

It was like this now. She got sudden pains and constrictions she had used to associate with sadness and anger, but she no longer felt those feelings.

It was all nothing.

There was a knock at the door.

How late was it? Eleven? Well, who cared. Time didn’t matter anymore.

Obligated, Marla approached and peeked through the peep-hole.

There was a skinny looking man holding tupperware. He looked around and then knocked again.

Oh, well. As Marla sighed and opened the door, she was faintly aware of the consternation she would have had a week ago if she had answered the door with unwashed hair, pajamas, and days-old makeup. She couldn’t imagine ever thinking those thoughts again.

“What do you want?”

The man smiled understandingly at her and held out his container. “I’m sorry for your loss. Kendra was an amazing student. I brought a home-cooked meal for you and your husband.”

Marla squinted at him. He must’ve been one of Kendra’s teachers, but she didn’t recognize him. But, that didn’t mean much. Kendra had had six teachers. This could be the one Marla could never remember the name of.

She took the Tupperware and nodded her head in thanks. It was the most she could do, because she didn’t want to talk to him at all.

“Have a good night. If you need anything, I can have the school organize a drive.”

“That’s alright. Take care.”

Marla closed the door and opened the container. It smelled good.

A week ago, if Marla had suddenly received an influx of meals from the community, she would have kept meticulous count and ate them in the order she had received them as to avoid spoilage.

But, Marla was different now so she slid down the door frame to a seated position and used her hands to eat the chicken wings.

As she tore off the skin with her teeth, she tried to place the flavor. She liked Buffalo, but this wasn’t that. It wasn’t bad, it was just different.

Before she began eating, she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. It made sense, though. She hadn’t eaten since she had woken up, and that had been a long time ago.

Her original intention to share with her husband faded as she finished the last of the wings. Her fingers were sticky and she simply licked the sauce off, another thing she would never have done a week ago.

As she set the container aside, she resumed her meaningless staring. Exhaustion began to tug at her eyelids, and she had no will to deny it. She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes.

There was a knock at the door and then another, but by then, she was too tired to move. And by the time the door opened and the skinny man stepped in, Marla was gone to the world.

Continue reading this chapter on Ao3 by clicking this link!

#fhdw #fablehaven #dragonwatch #marla Sorenson #scott Sorenson #the Sphinx #is also a character #Fablehaven fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #my fanfiction #fanfic #fic

[pineapplezdrawsometimes]

The minute I saw this woman I was absolutely entranced, enthralled, etc…

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #pineapplezbedrawin #the sphinx #dragon dogma 2 #I have a test today but I’m procrastinating doing it so hard #gotta get through these classes 😔

[the-evil-clergyman]

She put out her cruel claws and lashed her tail from side to side like an angry lion waiting for his prey, from Riddle of the Sphinx for Children of the Dawn: Old Tales of Greece by Frank C. Pape (1908)

#frank c. pape #art #illustration #golden age of illustration #1900s #1900s art #vintage art #vintage illustration #vintage #english artist #british artist #books #book illustration #mythology #greek mythology #oedipus #the sphinx #sphinx #classic art

[zzyzxtourguide]

“We’ll make the Sphinx a guardian of the demon prison so he has to die if it’s ever to be opened again”

No. Wrong. Put him in a quiet box or whatever happened to Seth that one time where he could feel nothing

It’s the closest he’ll get to dying without the comfort of knowing it will end.

#death is his biggest fear #you know #this is why I’m not in these books #I’d go overkill #fablehaven #brandon mull #dragonwatch #fantasy #fablehaven meme #fablehaven characters #kendra sorenson #seth sorenson #hey I’m thé thé ZZYZX tour guide for Nothing #the Sphinx

[wispaarisen]

Fated encounter

#dragons dogma 2 #dragons dogma 2 spoilers #the sphinx #photomode