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recycledmoviecostumes · 1 year

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This necklace has been used at least eight times over the years. It was first seen in the 1974 adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express, where Jaqueline Bisset wore it as Countess Andrenyi. In 1979 it appeared on Sarah Jane Curran as Princess Augusta Sophia in The Prince Regent as well as on Clare Higgins as Kitty Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. It was not used again until 1997 when it appeared on Greta Scacchi as Juliana in The Serpent’s Kiss. In 2005 it was seen on the BBC production Beethoven, worn by Holly Radford as Eleonore Wegeler, and in 2007 it appeared in Love in the Time of Cholera adorning the neck of Giovanna Mezzogiorno as Fermina. In 2009 it was recycled by Laura Pyper as Jane Fairfax in Emma, and finally in 2022 it was spotted being worn by Gwendoline Christie as Principal Larissa Weems in Wednesday.

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#wednesday #gwendoline christie #emma #laura pyper #love in the time of cholera #giovanna mezzogiorno #beethoven #holly radford #greta scacchi #the serpents kiss #clare higgins #pride and prejudice #sarah jane curran #the prince regen #jaqueline bisset #murder on the orient express

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greyborn2 · 11 months

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BoE Harrow AU Ideas

Rotating a BoE harrow AU in my head at INCREASINGLY fast speeds. Specific details basically that; -The setup is a cursed mix of Divine Highness AU and Nova AU. G1deon killed Wake before she could jump from the shuttle and, as a result, Gideon never landed on the Ninth. G1deon then took Gideon back to the Mithraeum where she has been raised as the Heir Apparent, the Tower Prince, and so on and so forth. Also she's a TERRIFYINGLY powerful necromancer in this. Like power level akin to pre-lyctorhood John. -The Ninth did their desperate plot to get a necro daughter... and it failed. The entire generation of younglings was wiped out, all the elders either fled the world or were rendered sterile by the cast-off fumes, and Harrow -wasnt even born a Necromancer-. When she was ten or so and it became PAINFULLY apparent she didn't have a drop of necromancy the Reverend Parents told the entire house what they had done and went full Heaven's Gate. Had all the ninth house loyalists hang themselves in shame along with themselves. Harrow Nova was the single one that couldn't bring herself to go through with it. -In the chaos and mass suicides the prison above the ninth had a breakout. One of the prisoners was a BoE cell commando. They go down to the Ninth to find a shuttle to escape on and find a few hundred suicide victims and a single girl survivor who they immediately adopt and run off with. From that point on Nova is raised in the BoE, becoming an absolute TERROR. Just focusing all her self hate and hate towards necromancers and the pain that it all caused to her (and her house) outwards. -Nova takes the BoE name 'Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dogs of War One True Pop to Lead you in the Summer to Join the Black Parade'. Or just Havoc. Her weapon of choice is a fucking chainsaw (good at dealing with skeletons) adorned with various bones she kept from the Ninth when she fled - including Samael's hip bone on it somewhere. She also starts painting her face with 'an ancient war paint of Old Eden' she finds in the BoE archives. It's juggalo facepaint. Honestly she just hates having her face bare and it's just an excuse. -Havoc is released eventually on a mission to abduct the Crown Prince as a BoE hostage. Enemies to Lovers ensues. Etc etc etc. ALTERNATIVELY -Canaan House events happen but Crown Prince Kiriona is sent to 'oversee' it all in John's stead. Maybe she has a cav who john expects her to lyctorize??? They'd need to be a wholly new character, though, and also dunno on John doing that to his own daughter, especially since she'd KNOW what lyctorhood entails even before figuring it out. Anyways, obviously Cyth can't sneak in and try to kill all the baby lyctors ahead of time because Kiriona would be like "Hey auntie Cyth. Hot as ever I see". So instead Havoc sneaks in somehow on a shuttle. Either as a lone agent to just start crawling around the vents of Canaan picking off the necros one by one like a fucking gremlin xenomorph in juggalo paint OR (since maybe word of the mass suicide of the Ninth never made it out) she gets disguised as the Ninth Necro and another BoE agent (maybe Pash??) gets sent to play the role of her Cav. Not a drop of necromancy between them xD End goal in either case killing all the heirs and abducting Kiriona.

#tlt #the locked tomb #BoE Harrow AU #AGHHHHHH cannot get this out of my head #Mildly tempted to draw Havoc and Crown Prince Kiriona #I suck at drawing though #Havoc is basically Wake 2: Juggalo Boogaloo with her BURNING UNDYING HATRED for necromancers and the sheer PASSION of hatred at them - too.#So her and Kiriona is like Wake x G1deon: The Fucked Up Sequel #Imagine Kiriona has crazy regen powers so it just lets Havoc TEAR into her for visceral fun-times

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youngdragonsoul · 1 year

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I sketched this on my plane to alaska

#shading took forever #sol regen #is that how its spelled?#tdp #the dragon prince #my art #sketch

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shiroi---kumo · 1 year

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@knightshonour || From [ x ]

Rowan is laughing and he supposed that answers his question. The knight was hardly cross with him, despite the injuries they both took - no his companion seems to be somewhat pleased at the Misterican's mighty show of force. The prince has decimated the world around them, leaving only ashes to remain of both of the forest and any foe that would date cross them and now that at least earned them a little time to heal.

The Snow White Prince was in better straits than his companion despite the deep claw marks that were now etched into his back. No, he was an Unlimited and he would not die from such a wound. Powers otherworldly worked just as quickly as they were able to knit broken flesh back together and seal the claw marks that were weeping red.

Rowan had taken a horn to the chest and they needed to act now. So the swordsman is working quickly to remove the shredded fabric of his cape from his back and small hands are working to tear it into long strips. He's working without prompting or permission.

"Rowan, I need you to hold still. We need to wrap the wound. This armor of yours has to come off for now. I'm sorry, I'm not going to ask permission."

And he's working as quickly as he's able. He's working as his back stings and he can feel the fiery sensation flooding into his veins. He's working to remove the armor from the larger man's shoulders and to help pull the fabric that covers his chest free. He's working without any regard to himself.

He'll be fine. He'll live. He is an Unlimited and an Unlimited is not going to die from something as simple as this. Lady Tiamat be blessed, she will handle his issues. He needs to worry about Rowan and Rowan alone. The Abyssal Knight is not immortal as the Cloud Knight is. He will not revive should death decide to extend out her icy hand.

If she wishes to dance her Danse Macabre with someone she can take the Misterican in her embrace once again. He will gladly kiss her hand and allow her to lead him into her rhythm as she already has so many times before. He'll gladly dance with her if it means it should spare Rowan one more day…

So slender hands work with fervor trying to make sure the Abyssial Knight did not simply bleed out on him. The Cloud Prince's lips part to allow the soft white substance to flood forth from his lungs, Mist falling on his companion's wound to help chill the flesh ever if only slightly.

He's dizzy. He's dizzy and his head is screaming. His back feels like it's on fire and it stings from contact to the open air but he needs to work through it. Celestial Mother only knows how much of his back is stained with the color of life but he needs to work through it. There's no time to waste here.

He's pulling the strips of the fabric from his torn cape just as tightly as he's able, tying them flush against the flesh to work to stop such a devasting wound from bleeding more than he's willing to allow. Rowan was wrong in his assessment. Rowan was wrong in the conclusion the knight had come to about the Misterican. Unlimited he may be. The power of Gods at his fingertips but the Dark Knight's impression of the situation couldn't be further from the truth.

"You - You're wrong. Rowan listen to me." He's hissing through gritted teeth as he moves the pain racing from his shoulders to his waist. Still he works to tighten down the final of the makeshift bandages. "Even for all my power, I still need you. Even for all my strength, I need you with me. I - I don't know anything about this world and I - I need your guidance. So please - please don't die. I'd be lost - without - y - "

Words cut as a body of white unceremoniously hits the ground with a heavy thud. The gem at the hilt of the great white blade glows for a second before the deep amethyst of the Maken returns much in the same way the prince's eyes had shot to a glowing white only to return to their usual jade moments later.

The Snow White Prince has fallen victim to the dark. For now the Unlimited of Tiamat can only sleep.

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world-of-wales · 8 months

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THE WALES DIARIES ♚

8 SEPTEMBER 2023 || WALES VISIT : CÂR-Y-MÔR SEAWEED FARM + RNLI ST DAVIDS LIFEBOAT STATION

Following the service at St. David's Cathedral, The Prince and Princess of Wales travelled to the Câr-Y-Môr Seaweed Farm in Pembrokeshire.

Câr-Y-Môr is the first regenerative ocean farm in Wales and is also key partner of NotPla, the sustainable packaging start-up ehich won the 2022 Earthshot Prize for 'Build a Waste-Free World'.

They met and spoke with staff and volunteers at the farm, learning about the impact their work has on the ocean environment and then took a boat out onto the farm to see the seaweed lines.

After returning from the Seaweed Farm, William and Catherine spent time at the RNLI Lifeboat Station at St. David's. Queen Elizabeth II had been the patron of the RNLI since 1952.

During their visit, Will and Cat also spoke to the also met the volunteers who are engaged in saving lives off Pembrokshire. They recieved flowers and honey from Isla and Albie Evans-Kohler, the children of deputy coxswain Judd Kohler and crew member Ellen Evans.

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bakushinverse · 10 months

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ゴジラ Legendary Godzilla | Gojira (Infant) [Prince of the Monsters]

"Is that, is that an infant Gojira?"

"Mosura found an egg in a deep cavern, the mother's skeleton curled around it. She gave the cold egg warmth and life and from it hatched the young King, ward of Yoroi Gojira. Yoroi Gojira says that the infant will be strong and fierce, even more so than he."

~~~ In 1995 a young Serizawa first encountered the Titan Mosura and her twin fairies, the Shobijin, on Infant Island. While there he came across an infant Titanus Gojira, one with blueish-grey scales, a crocodilian-like body and a noble regal face. The twins explained that the young Godzilla had been found as an egg, his mother's skeleton curled around him after having died from starvation. Mothra took the egg and resurrected it, the small Godzilla curious and already very intelligent.

Although seemingly of a different species to the current Kaiju King, Yoroi Goji, they both share a common ancestor and the Yoroi Gojira adopted the young titan after some persuading from Mothra. other Kaiju, Anguirus, Mothra and Gamera often help look after him if Yoroi is off defending territory or hunting. Ishiro Serizawa was the first human to ever have contact with the infant and has since shared a deep bond with the young King despite YoroiGoji's apathy towards humans.

Monarch nicknamed the young Titan "Legendary" as he was born millions of years after his species went extinct.

Attributes:

Resilient

Strong will

Intelligent and clever

Regenerative healing

Communicates by activating the glow in his plates

Absorbs radiation like a little scaley sponge making irradiated areas safe and soil fertile.

Tries to do an atomic breath but it doesn't work half the time.

Adorable

Due to his infancy, Godzilla’s scales are soft and he is vulnerable

Personality:

Very inquisitive but not naive

Good at problem-solving, noted to be very clever and a fast learner

Bonded with Mothra, sees her as a motherly figure. This bond transcends to each Mothra generation.

Yoroi Gojira sees him as a successor, he is firm but fair with Legendary, teaching him and acting as a true guardian to him.

Met Serizawa, who was the first human he ever saw and formed a bond with.

Somewhat of a trickster, will harmlessly tease or toy with those close to him.

YoroiGoji's sense of balance has been imprinted upon the young prince.

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#シンゴジラ #shin monsterverse #kaiju #monster design #legendary godzilla #monster #bakunawaart #godzilla #gojira #monsterverse #ゴジラ

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duckymomospawn · 4 months

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Godly Fun Facts

Dionysus

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Who/What do they do

Dionysus (aka Bacchus, Akratophoros, Aisumnêtês, etc.) is the Olympian God of wine theatre, fertility, vegetation, grapevines, mental health, mental insanity, drunkness, chaos, madness, and more.

2. How they came to be

Zeus (the god of the sky and chief Greek deity) had a semi-public affair with the mortal Semele (daughter of Cadmus, king of Thebes). Hera (Goddess of marriage, women, and family. Wife of Zeus.) is made aware of this affair and is unhappy. She disguises herself and speaks to Semele, who tells her she is in a relationship with Zeus and is pregnant with his child. Hera, still in disguise, tells her that she should make Zeus show her his proper form to prove that he is the god Zeus. Semele obliges and makes Zeus promise her before telling him she wants to see his true form. Bound by the promise, he does, and she bursts into ashes from revealing his proper form. In the pile of ashes was the unborn Dionysus, whom Zeus took and sewed into his thigh so Dionysus could finish developing. Unsafe on Mt. Olympus with Hera, Zeus leaves lil Dionysus in the hands of Persephone, the Goddess of Spring (Who raises/takes care of Dionysus varies from myth to myth. Others include Dionysus being raised by Hermes, the messenger God, the Titaness Rhea, mortal king Atahmas and queen Ino, etc.). Now developed, Dionysus is still a target for Hera, who sends Titans (Pre-Olympian Gods/Giants) to rip him into pieces. The Titaness Rhea (or Athena, Goddess of war and strategy) brings him back to life.

3. Myth(s)

A well-known myth about Dionysus is that he was minding his own business, asleep on a beach, when a group of pirates stopped by. They take note of his good looks and the purple robe he wears and assume he is a prince of some sort. They take him and tie him up to sell him off or keep him for ransom. With a smile, the ropes fall off, and the helmsman realizes that the “prince” they captured must be a God. The helmsman attempts to warn everyone that Dionysus is a God but is laughed off. Dionysus wraps the whole ship in grapevines, fills the atmosphere with the melodious tunes of flutes, and transforms into a majestic lion. The pirates, in terror, jump into the sea, and Dionysus turns them into dolphins so they won’t drown. The helmsman is the only one speared.

4. Influence on today's society

Dionysus and his role as liberator is significant in today's society. The Cult of Dionysus began as a cult that worships the state of intoxication and the liberation from societal norms. The belief was that through intoxication came the possession of Dionysus, which in turn granted the cult members his divine powers. Getting drunk or high is not a new topic, as it has been around for as long as anyone can remember. Along with getting drunk and high, the cult captured the attention of a lot of marginalized people like women, enslaved people, and non-citizens. The cult allowed them to leave behind the social constraints and restrictions placed on them in everyday life. As in modern times, anyone (at the legal age) can enjoy the freedom and release from confiding to society's rules and restrictions with the help of alcohol and legal drugs. Dionysus has a wide range of followers, from Maenads to Satyrs. What sets him apart from other gods is that his supporters challenge traditional gender norms. Although these stories may be exaggerated, it's essential to recognize that ancient texts about gender fluidity remain relevant today. The worship of Dionysus, both in mythology and real life, shows how embracing our differences can lead to unity and abundance. These ideas have been carried into the modern world, where the LGBTQ+ community celebrates love and support for all.

5. Sources

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6. Time stamp

This post was created on January 15th, 2024, at 10:31pm

#dionysus #dionysus deity #bacchus #greek mythology #greek gods #greek pantheon #ancient greece #Youtube

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whumpwillow · 10 months

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Follow up to secretly abused Royal Whumpee: Guard Caretaker who did hear a lot of bad rumors about Prince but still has a lot of respect for the Crown and took the job as Royal Guard to help the kingdom - and then he finds out about all the abuse and gets *mad* because one: this young man is getting treated worse than slave and two: because Regen may be temporary in power but he's technicaly still a subject of Rightefull Heir and how does he dare turn against authority like that? (Sorry for any typos I'm on mobile)

Yay we get a follow up to that post! It’s gotta be one of my faves. I don’t have the energy to write a whole story so im loving the ask game thing going on

#whump #whump prompt #willow answers #answered asks #whump prompts #whumpee #whump tropes #royal whumpee #royal whump #royalty whump #knight caretaker #guard caretaker

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xelidonia · 2 years

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a scientific analysis of End Crystals

The contents of the inner cube are purplish-magenta... like a regeneration potion:

This fits well with its recipe-- which uses a ghast tear, like regen potions do-- and with its purpose-- healing the ender dragon.

Further, the color of the symbols on the side of the crystal is hot pink, like the color of the regeneration particle, but more intense:

So, what does this mean? My guess is that the "End Crystal" isn't a solid crystal at all. What looks like a solid cube is actually another glass shell, filled with pink vapor under high pressure. The letters are formed like particles or swirls in the fluid. Normal potions are made by bubbling the vaporized essence of an ingredient through water, which makes it dilute enough to drink. But in the end crystal, all the healing vapor is kept compressed inside a glass shell, which makes it much more powerful but also very dangerous.

(Also, normal potions can't affect the Ender Dragon. They're water-based, and the Ender Dragon is resistant to water. Biologically, it should damage her like it damages an enderman, but her skin is so thick that the water doesn't get through.)

Why are there multiple layers of glass? Well, the crystal has to be made of glass so that the healing light beam can escape. But glass is a fragile material, and one layer probably wouldn't be enough to contain the vapor. In between each layer of glass, the pressure gets higher and higher, in order to spread out the stress to the limit of what each layer can bear. Breaking the outer layer of glass sets off a chain reaction that shatters all the layers near-instantly.

(This also explains why an End Crystal is so fragile that it explodes even from attacks that don't normally do damage. The glass is already highly strained like a Prince Rupert's drop, designed to deal with constant pressure pushing out from the inside. But when you even slightly poke the outside, that's enough to imbalance the stresses and shatter the whole shell at once.)

If just touching the crystal is enough to make it explode, then we can't have it resting on the ground. It needs to hover. The ghast tear probably helps with that, but the weight of all that glass still has to be supported by something. That's why end crystals can only be placed on obsidian or bedrock-- those blocks are not pushable by pistons, so they're sturdy enough to not shake or move which risks disrupting the crystal on top of them.

Why doesn't the Regeneration vapor stick around after the explosion? It's probably very flammable/reactive, coming from ghasts and all that. I'm guessing that it reacts immediately with air in the blast. Regen potions themselves need to be stabilized with nether wart, or they lose their potency.

#minecraft #minecraft headcanons #minecraft end crystal #end crystal #can you tell I'm in chemistry lmao #me fighting the urge to start lecturing about internal stresses and microcracks in my block game post #and losing #anyway end crystal PVPers are terrifying #imagine someone whose weapon of choice is tanks of compressed diborane #they looked at something so full of magic that it detonates if you look at it funny #and said yeah I'll bring that to a fight #the concept is awe-inspiring

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ecto-stone · 7 months

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CO-OP mode beta was so fking funny look how fast 5 Vlad with imperiah aura shreeded Undergrowth down. jesus He can't even get his Regen seed up with how much Clone 5 vlad was summoning. I have also try 5 Danny wailer team. Almost one shot Undergrowth Nightmare mode with Clockwork Pocketwatch insta Uti relict

But think they might limit it down to no dup unit in the future. Some data miner also found out that Ice Prince Danny that got leak last patch is not a new Danny Skin but a mono ghost faction Danny ice support which is a seperate unit with alots of stun skill base on translation

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practically-an-x-man · 4 months

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Eris (OC)

(picrew is @naylissah's)

Full Name: Eris Pronouns: he/they/she (agender pansexual)

Nicknames: wartime (from Rick) Pet Names: honey, darlin', babe (from Rick)

Relevant Tags: #oc eris

Birthday: Unknown Age in Chapter One: Over a thousand years old, exact age unknown

Universe/Fandom: DC, specifically The Suicide Squad (2021)

Physical Traits: 5'7", has a lithe and wiry fighter's build with slightly feminine-leaning features. Appears to be vaguely North African or Middle Eastern in appearance, though described to have an "ancient" quality to their features. Has warm-toned brown skin with a lot of freckles, a flat nose, wide lips, and sharp dark brown eyes. Has short, coily black hair, often cropped somewhat haphazardly to keep it out of the way. Has various scars from their lifetime of fighting.

Character Traits: ruthless, chaotic, sarcastic, vibrant, enjoys fighting and violence but is protective of the ones they trust, somewhat reckless when it comes to safety, dislikes showing vulnerability or softness, enjoys being contrary and argumentative

Relationships: -Family: Diana Prince, other Amazonians (effectively cousins) -Friends: Harley Quinn, Digger Harkness, Robert DuBois, Cleo Cazo, other members of the Suicide Squad -Romantic Partner: Rick Flag

Additional Information: - Fights using a spear or javelin, and dislikes guns - Is a metahuman with advanced regenerative abilities, heightened strength and reflexes, and temporal immortality (they do not age but could be killed through other means) - Has the ability to shapeshift into a lion(ess), though they usually use this as a last resort since it is exhausting and difficult to sustain - Was sculpted from clay and grew up on Themyscira - Once he left Themyscira, he spent years following Earth's wars and battles to fight wherever he could - Met Rick while he was in the military and quickly grew close, and decided to tag along once he shifted to managing the Suicide Squad - Has severe time blindness from being alive so long, struggles to differentiate months or whole years of time - Doesn't need to sleep or eat for survival, but is stronger when she has consistent rest and food - Is representative of discord and strife, and is stronger when they're around conflict (e.g. they heal faster and are more adept in battle)

#my ocs #oc eris #oc bio #oc intro

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nagarraja · 8 months

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BASICS

FULL NAME: AYE NAGARR

PATALA NAME: Unknown at this point.

» MEANING: Aye [ အေး Burmese, meaning "calm, quiet.”]; Nagarr [ meaning dragon. ]

NICKNAME: Aye.

AGE: 214-years old; 26 in appearance.

DATE OF BIRTH: 14th February 1807, Saturday.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Patala [ netherworld. ]

OCCUPATION: Businessman.

RELIGION: N/A

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Independent, Humanitarian, Loyal, Progressive.

WEAKNESSES: Aloof, Temperamental, Cold, Unpredictable.

POWERS:

Techniques

Blessing Inducement.

Malleable Anatomy.

Monetary Manipulation.

Multiple Heads.

Regenerative Healing Factor.

Shapeshifting. Human Disguise.

Water Magic. Esoteric Water Manipulation. Water Manipulation. Drought Creation. Flood Creation. Water Embodiment.

Weather Manipulation. Rain/Precipitation Manipulation.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Paing Takhon.

HEIGHT: 6'2 [187.96 cm.]

WEIGHT: 180 lbs. [82 kg.]

BUILD: Muscular.

GAIT: TBA

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Amber in naga form; brown in human form.

BIRTHMARK: Yes.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Yes. » TATTOOS: Multiple.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Patala; Yangon, Myanmar.

RESIDENCES: Currently, Bangkok, but he has a home in London, New York, and Los Angeles.

NATIONALITY: Burmese/Myanma.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: University graduate.

DEGREES: Business Administration.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Burmese, Thai, Hangul/hangugeo, a lot of English, a few dialects spoken in his homeland.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Naga King; details to be added.

SIBLINGS: Six brothers and sisters, he is the youngest.

CHILDREN: None.

PETS: TBA.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » TBA.

FAMILY HISTORY: The Lost Naga Prince.

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Several relationships in the past; currently he’s not in a relationship.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: TBA.

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: TBA.

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None that he can remember...

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISORDER: Depression.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): N/A.

#{ character sheet: nagarr }

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the-netjeru-are-in-festival · 2 years

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Kemetic Eschatology

Cosmogonies are a common subject in Kemetic circles, but there's a clear absence of discussion on the end of the Universe and I found out that yes, there was such a thing. Maybe for some it's not a relevant topic but in order to better grasp the ancient thought one has to consider all of its aspects.

Firstly, several texts allude to the finite nature of the gods, such as in the first hour of the Book of Gates, where it says: “These gods have come into being from Ra, and from his substance, and have emerged from his eye. He has decreed for them (as) a place the Hidden Mountain (Ament Set), which consumes men, and gods, and all cattle, and all reptiles which are created by this great god”. However, this somewhat mortal nature described in the Book of Gates probably has to do with the necessary death that brings revitalization, much like the daily rebirth of the sun god, Ra.

More detailed imagery of what could be considered an Ancient Egyptian apocalypse would be the Admonitions of Ipuwer, a text from the Middle Kingdom, probably referencing the First Intermediate Period as a warning against the lack of a centralized government. The distraught narrator describes a world so ripe of chaos and violence that he longs for the end of it all, such as in the following quote: “If only this were the end of man, no more conceiving, no births! Then the land would cease to shout, tumult would be no more!”.

Silence, or the absence of noise, is an important feature here as it alludes to the time before time, when everything was Nun, the featureless, formless primordial ocean of potentiality. Before the emergence of the gods and the creation of humanity, silence prevailed and, according to the Book of Going Forth by Day, aka The Book of the Dead, everything will return to the Nun and become silent once again: “How long then have I to live? (asks Osiris) (And then said Atum:) It is decreed that thou shalt live for millions of millions of years, a life of millions of years. May it be granted that I pass on unto the holy princes, for I am doing away with all that I did when this earth came into being from Nun, and when it sprang from the watery abyss even as it was in the days of old. I am Fate (?) and Osiris, and I have changed my form into the likeness of diverse serpents man knoweth not, and the gods cannot see”.

Consequently, one can see, according to the 175th chapter, that someday all of creation will return to the inertness of Nun, where only Atum, as a serpent, whose true nature is hidden even from the gods, will lie waiting for the moment to wake up and rebuild the world. The serpentine imagery is profoundly relevant here because serpents have a dual nature in Ancient Egyptian symbology, representing both the forces of chaos, as a/p/e/p , and revitalization, due to the ability to shed its skin. It’s impossible not to associate this passage and its significance with the ancient symbol of Ourobouros, the serpent eating its own tail, and whose earliest depictions coincidently come from Egypt.

Therefore, the Ancient Egyptian eschatological beliefs reflected, unsurprisingly, the deeply ingrained regenerative worldview that is so characteristic of the Nile Valley civilization. A true statement of hope and renewal, much like the miraculous annual flood.

REFERENCES:

Hornung, Erik (1999) The Ancient Egyptian Books of the Afterlife

José Lull García (2011) La astronomía en el Antiguo Egipto

Lichtheim, Miriam (2003) Ancient Egyptian Literature Vol.I

Mark, J. J. (2016, November 21). The Admonitions of Ipuwer. World History Encyclopedia. Retrieved from https://www.worldhistory.org/article/981/the-admonitions-of-ipuwer/

Wallis Budge, E.A. (1905) The Book of Gates

Wallis Budge, E.A. (1895) The Book of the Dead

#kemetic #kemetism #kemeticism #re #ra #atum #osiris #wesir #pagan #paganism #polytheism #ancient egypt #egypt #ancient world #egyptian #ancient egyptian #egyptian mythology

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itsgeecheebitch · 1 year

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Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 1

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

WARNING: Reader starts off as a minor but nothing romantic or intimate happens between her and Ardyn(Gladiolus comes much later)

NOTE: Reader is loosely based on Aera Fleuret

Ardyn watched as the sun disappeared from the aging sky, its waning light basked the disk of cauthess in a weak golden hue. He felt drawn to this place, drawn to this view. It was the only sight in this strange world that remained unchanged by the passage of time. A celestial body towering over the corpse of a once great city. The city of Solheim. The very place where he married her.

The immortal clenched his jaw against the anger that seared his veins like the flames of Ifrit. Soon. He thought as he turned away from the sight of the meteorite. Soon he’ll have his revenge against the very ones who wronged you both. He recently caught word that the crystal finally selected its champion, the little Prince Noctis. It would be so terribly easy to kill the boy as he is now, infiltrate the deceptively impenetrable walls of the citadel and smother the young child in his sleep, leave his corpse for his wet nurse to find the next morning. But doing so would reward him with very little satisfaction.

No. He’ll allow the boy to grow, to blossom into the champion the world had awaited for 2,000 years. Once the prince reaches the pinnacle of his power that’s when Ardyn will allow himself to kill him. Then it will all be over. His traitorous brother’s bloodline will cease to be and all of his accomplishments will crumple in the wake of Ardyn’s victory. The thought was enough to bring an icy smile to his face.

He walked up the steps of Lestallum, having no destination in mind other than to enjoy the evening air that had lost its oppressive heat. This city was quite dreadful during the day, always scorchingly hot with a hostile sun. Ardyn may have regenerative powers but not even they are enough to shield him from the pain of the sun’s punishing rays. No matter how many layers he wore in this city, it would always feel like a million needles were sinking into his skin whenever the sun was out.

The usual busy streets were surprisingly empty, save for the occasional wandering soul. He overheard one of them speak of a traveling circus that was in town, just over the stairs where the farmer’s market would be during the day. Ardyn had no desire to be around crowds so he walked the opposite direction. He skidded to a halt when a little girl dashed across his path. You were an exuberant little thing with pink ribbons in your hair. Far too energetic, like most young children are, and seemed quite the handful as you chased after a butterfly, jumping into the air and trying to grab it with stubby little fingers.

He heard a loud smack. Your wide eyes twinkled with satisfaction as you opened your hands to reveal your prize. A gasp fell from your lips when all you found was the crushed mangled remains of the poor thing. That gasp turned into a full blown sob as you stared at the carnage that soiled your tiny hands.

Ardyn rolled his eyes. Your cries were truly aggravating. He could always kill you. A petulant child wouldn’t be missed but your death wasn’t worth the energy. He was about to leave when your hands began to glow an ethereal mint green. Ardyn’s eyes widened as he watched the broken pieces of the butterfly reassemble itself, as though being glued back together by an invisible force. Once the green glow vanished, the butterfly flew away as though it was never dead.

In all his years Ardyn had never seen such a feat be done. Not even the Oracle could reanimate the dead. Who was this child? He approached you. Your wide eyes were still glued to your tiny hands as though you were waiting for them to glow again. “How fascinating, to see a small child perform a miracle of that caliber which has never been done before. Was that your first time reanimating the dead, child?”

You jolted at the sound of his voice and turned to face him. His confident steps faltered. Nothing could perturb Ardyn, not having a sword held against his neck or being faced with the threat of eternal anguish. But this, the sight before him, was enough to force his heart to sledgehammer against his chest with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. How is this possible? Could he be dreaming? But the immortal doesn’t sleep, he hasn’t for the past 2,000 years. He still pinched his wrist just to be sure.

It was like gazing into the past. You looked just like Aera, the way he remembered when they first met as children. In all the years Ardyn traversed the landscape since his release, he had never stumbled across anyone who resembled his beloved so closely they could be a mirrored image.

You sniffled and it was enough to break the man out of his meandering thoughts. “I-I don’t know what I did!” You cried.

“Now, now, there is no need for tears.” Ardyn said, kneeling to be eye level with you. “What you did was a truly marvelous thing.” With the wave of his hand, a handkerchief suddenly appeared in his grasp and he used it to dry the tears that ran down your face.

“You can do magic, too?” You asked.

Ardyn smiled and this time the warmth behind it didn’t feel fake or forced. “Why yes, but nothing as miraculous as yours.”

You gasped and clasped your hands together in front of you, his words reviving the excitement in your glistening orbs. “Does that mean you’re a magician?”

He chuckled and decided to indulge in your childish whims. “Of sorts I suppose.”

“Uncle Renji is a magician too! But mama and papa say his magic isn’t real, but I’ve seen him pull a rabbit out of his hat! Can you do that too, mister?”

“I have never tried but I am sure I could.” Ardyn answered.

You grabbed his hand and tugged until he stood to his full height. “Maybe you can join our circus! Mama did say we need another magician.” You bounced excitedly before leading him through the network of stairs and twisting back roads that made up the Lestallum city landscape.

He still couldn’t quite figure you out, the question your existence raised. Were you perhaps a descendant of Aera’s sister? But her bloodline, as far as Ardyn knew, only consisted of the current members of house Fleuret. Queen Ceras, princess Lunafreya, and prince Ravus, there was no other Fleuret and you did not look like one either. Your lustrous curls and the hue of your eyes denoted that of house (L/N), the once proud noble family of Solheim who stood over all others as the only people who understood the Gods’ tongue. With the destruction of Solhelm came the end of the (L/N) house, only Aera and her sister remained. So no, you weren’t a Fleuret. But there was no other explanation for your appearance. Or perhaps there was and he just didn’t want to entertain it.

So wrapped up in thought, he didn’t realize you led them to a dead end until you suddenly stopped walking. “Dearest, are you lost?”

“I think so.” You hang your head in shame.

“Don’t fret over it, this city is not the easiest to traverse. Fortunately, I believe I do recall where your circus is located. It is just over yonder.” He said as he picked her up. “Before I forget, what is your name?”

“Aera.” You preened. “What’s yours, mister?”

Ardyn frowned. You even have the same name as his Aera. The same childhood face, the same name, and childhood voice. Could this truly be just a mere coincidence? He narrowed his eyes. Nay, situations as peculiar as this never are. Just what are those dastardly gods planning? Why add a new player to the prophecy and why give her the same name and face as his beloved? Anger rose within him like black smoke from a raging fire, threatening to suffocate all other thoughts in its wake. It was all the immortal could do not to let his soar mood show. If you were truly a new player in the game he needed you to not be wary of him. He must observe you and determine what your role is in all of this. Only then would he be able to figure out what to do with you.

“Mister?” You squeaked in that tiny voice of yours.

Ardyn plastered a smile onto his face but it felt as cold and lifeless as stone. “Please forgive me, dearest. It seems I lost myself in thought. You may call me Uncle Ardyn.”

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rosie-love98 · 11 months

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Snape-Hardbroom-Hobbes Headcanons Part 2:

-While Snape’s parents where abusive and negligent, Hardbroom’s parents were the complete opposite; being more Bohemian and well-meaning.

-That being said, both the Snape’s and the Hardbroom’s were middle-lower class.

-In appearance, Nick Hobbes is a combination of Severus along with Tobias and/or Tobias’s own father, (we’ll call him “Tiberius”). Nick might also share physical traits with Eileen’s father, Severus Regen Prince.

-When marrying for the first time, their home was in a small house near Cackle’s Academy. With the house destroyed due to a Death-Eater attack, the house would be abandoned until it was bought, sold and revamped into Cosie’s Old Mill Tea Rooms.

-While Nick was close to his adopted parents, The Hobbes, he suffered greatly in school at the hands of bullies. This would culminate in his peers locking him outside the school during a blizzard.

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hummingbird-of-light · 5 months

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Against All Odds

Part 835

McCoy

Soft breaths against his chest woke McCoy slowly. As his mind came back to consciousness and his eyes began to blink open, he remembered how horrible the previous day had been. He grimaced at the memories of Harriet’s house. He made a face of disgust remembering the smell of Ronan’s house.

McCoy’s eyes opened wide as Francine’s accident flashed back to him. Unconsciously he gripped Scotty tighter in his arms.

The sound of a door broke his thoughts. It was not an upstairs door. McCoy glanced at the clock and couldn’t imagine Spock, Jim or Robbie were up and outside yet. That left one option.

“Hey. Scotty.” McCoy gently shook his fiancé’s shoulder.

He received a small groan in answer.

“Scotty,” McCoy persisted. “Someone opened the front door.”

That got through. Scotty began to move.

“It’s gotta be Granddad, right?” McCoy said.

Scotty sat up and began rubbing at his eyes.

“Granddad?” he asked blearily.

McCoy saw the wave of memories hit Scotty. The other boy’s eyes flew open and he threw off their covers in his hurry to get to his feet. Scotty was out the door before McCoy was all the way standing. At a slower, but still quick pace, McCoy followed him.

“I didn’t expect any of ye to be up this early,” Granddad said as Scotty nearly crashed into him outside his bedroom.

“I must have heard the car,” McCoy shrugged.

“Mum!” Scotty demanded, looking wide eyed at Granddad.

“She was still sleeping when I left. I came to freshen up and change before I go back,” Granddad explained. “They got her under a regen for her arm late last night. Her ribs will take more time this morning.”

“And the concussion?” McCoy asked.

Granddad gave them a tight smile. “Aye, they’ll get working on that this afternoon.”

“When’s she coming home?” Scotty asked anxiously.

“I imagine tomorrow if all goes well today. Now, let me get my tasks done so I can be getting back.”

“I want to go. I want to see her,” Scotty said firmly.

Granddad stood looking at him for a long moment, before he gave a single nod.

“Aye. Get yer brother and be ready when I am.” With that Granddad continued into his room finally.

Scotty smiled at McCoy but his eyes were still worried.

“You go get ready, I’ll wake up Robbie,” McCoy offered.

“Ok.”

Together they headed back upstairs. Scotty disappeared into the bathroom as McCoy went to Robbie’s door. He knocked and waited. He knocked again, louder.

“What?” a sleepy voice called to him.

“It’s me, can I come in?”

“Leonard? Yeah…”

Quickly McCoy opened the door and stepped into the room.

“What’s wrong?” Robbie’s face instantly showed panic. McCoy could tell he had cried quite heavily the night before. He was surprised to see Robbie’s PADD open on a call, lying next to him.

“Granddad’s home, but he’s heading back to the hospital soon. He said if you want to go then get ready.”

McCoy frowned slightly as he heard a noise from the PADD. Robbie blushed and quickly closed whatever it was he had open.

“Ok. Thanks Leonard.” Robbie began to get up as McCoy turned to leave the room.

Scotty was back in their room when McCoy returned. He was quickly pulling on his clothes.

“I thought you were getting in the shower.” McCoy raised an eyebrow in question.

“I had one late yesterday. Robbie can have it if he wants. Is he going?” Scotty bent down to get his shoes on.

“Yeah, he’s getting up.”

“Ye still look sleepy Len,” Scotty said looking up at him. “Are you going to go back to bed?”

“Probably,” McCoy shrugged. “Don’t know if I’ll sleep though.” He sat down on the bed and watched Scotty hurrying.

“I’m gonna wait downstairs,” Scotty said, moving to stand in front of McCoy. The prince tugged him gently down for a kiss.

“Give Francine my love and give her a big hug from me,” McCoy said as Scotty began to retreat.

“Of course,” Scotty said. “Love ye.”

“Tha gaol agam ort,” McCoy replied. Scotty smiled brightly at him, before leaving the room.

McCoy settled back on the bed and drew the covers back up from where they had been tossed. Glancing over he saw his own PADD blinking. He picked it up and saw a message from his parents.

Part 836

Scotty

The drive to the hospital seemed unbearably long to Scotty. He just wanted to see his mother as soon as possible and give her a hug.

A glance in the rear-view mirror showed him that Robbie, who was sitting in the back seat, was probably feeling the same as him. His little brother's leg was bobbing up and down restlessly.

"Did ye lads get some sleep?"

When Scotty heard Granddad's question, his gaze slid to him. The man was focused on the road in front of him.

"Aye, a bit," Scotty said with a nod, and Robbie also replied that he had fallen asleep at some point.

Scotty thought back to the evening and how Leonard had read to him. Despite their argument, his fiancé had been there for him the whole time, looking after him.

A gentle smile crept onto the Scotsman's lips. It really was only natural for a relationship to have its ups and downs. He had heard about it so often, but Leonard had finally made him understand what love really meant. And he was incredibly grateful for that.

"And ye?" Robbie's voice snapped Scotty out of his thoughts and he looked back at Granddad, to whom the question had been directed.

Alasdair sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"As best I could, sitting in a chair. But I think my back will be fine."

Scotty wanted to say something about how outrageous it was that his grandfather hadn't been offered a bed, but when he thought of the pictures of the accident, he realized again how chaotic everything must have been. The doctors and nurses had probably had enough to do.

"Is there... any news about how bad the pile-up was?"

Granddad sighed once more.

"There were dozens of injured people, but fortunately no fatalities so far. However, the doctors are still working flat out to deal with all the injuries."

Scotty nodded in understanding. It had probably been a blessing in disguise for many people. And he really hoped that everyone involved would recover.

"A mhàthair!"

Scotty and Robbie rushed into their mother's hospital room and ran to her bedside.

Seeing Francine, knowing that she was actually alive and well, was the greatest relief for Scotty. Of course he had trusted Granddad's words, but seeing it with his own eyes was something else.

"Monty, Robbie!" Francine exclaimed, beaming with joy, and she did her best to hug both sons despite her injured ribs.

"They wanted to come with me," Scotty heard Granddad's voice behind him.

"We wanted to see ye!"

"We want to support ye!"

"Oh my babies, I wanted to see ye too. I've wanted nothing more than that."

Francine timidly stroked the cheeks of her two sons, who were each sitting on one side of the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she smiled gently.

"Are ye two all right? Did ye eat?"

Scotty chuckled and nodded.

"Aye, mum. The others took good care of us. And Leonard said to send you his greetings and a hug."

Francine's smile widened.

"Oh, he really is a sweetheart. Give him a hug back from me, will ye?"

"I will."

"And Jim and Spock too, of course. I'm very grateful to them."

Scotty nodded once more before Robbie spoke up.

"But how are you, mum?"

There was a last trace of worry in the younger brother's eyes, but it quickly disappeared when Francine ran her hand through his hair.

"I'm fine, considering the circumstances. The painkillers are helping and soon the last injuries will be treated. And then I can finally go home."

"Or you can stay an extra night to be on the safe side," Alasdair said with a stern look and Francine laughed.

"Aye. If that makes ye feel better."

All three men, old and young, nodded quickly.

"We want ye to get well first. And then we'll look after you at home. As if ye were a queen."

A soft chuckle escaped Francine's mouth.

"Well then... I can hardly wait for it."

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