hamunapta

[hamunapta]

Evelyn blinked, half in disbelief and half in exasperated fondness. Trust Jonathan to stumble into a delicate moment with all the grace of a charging camel. “Jonathan,” she sighed, rising to her feet, smoothing her skirt as if the motion might somehow also smooth the tension in the room. “You have the most remarkable talent for arriving at precisely the wrong moment.” She moved toward him, lowering her voice as she approached, her tone equal parts reprimand and affection. “Yes, something is going on. Something quite serious, and no, this isn’t the place you were meant to be summoned to—clearly.”

Evelyn’s eyes softened as she placed a hand on his arm. “But now that you’re here, try not to make it worse. Just—stand quietly. And maybe, for once, don’t speak unless absolutely necessary?” She offered him a quick, reassuring smile. “I’ll explain everything after. Just… do try not to knock anything over in the meantime.”

There was a distinct silence in the room at the man's appearance. He could feel eyes on him, and it was clear he was out of place at that moment in time. "It's the wrong time, right? I can see it's the wrong time." Jonathan hadn't been prone to barging in unannounced, but it was difficult for him not to slip in without some disturbance. 

"I-I was told that something was going on; in a place...with someone asking for me...-this doesn't exactly feel like that place." 

open rp

[hamunapta]

now that i've gotten everything put together here, please like this for a starter from evelyn.

[hamunapta]

hamunapta ------ a study into Smoke-lined eyes and wine-dark lips conceal a mind sharp enough to cut glass, and a heart stitched together with secrets and survival. She’s all vintage perfume, whispered threats, and velvet revolvers—an aesthetic forged from noir shadows, old Hollywood glamour, and blood-soaked loyalty. The kind of woman who wears her trauma like couture and her triumph like armor. In the room, she’s never just in it—she owns it. Every step is a statement. Every glance, a calculated gamble. Evelyn is not the heroine. She’s the empire.

the book of the dead opened by xeno

[hamunapta]

hamunapta ------ a study into Smoke-lined eyes and wine-dark lips conceal a mind sharp enough to cut glass, and a heart stitched together with secrets and survival. She’s all vintage perfume, whispered threats, and velvet revolvers—an aesthetic forged from noir shadows, old Hollywood glamour, and blood-soaked loyalty. The kind of woman who wears her trauma like couture and her triumph like armor. In the room, she’s never just in it—she owns it. Every step is a statement. Every glance, a calculated gamble. Evelyn is not the heroine. She’s the empire.

[indie blog for evelyn o'connell from the mummy series. 25+ ] LOW ACTIVITY

There will be descriptions of mummification, alcohol consumption, ptsd, past life regression, death, murder, sexual tension, possible dead dove and time based world tension upon this blog. To provide historical accuracies with the time and subject matter my portrayal of evelyn is adopted into an egyptian and british family. this is a sideblog and all followbacks will come from my main which is mamisms. chemistry is the only way to ship with evelyn, however please note she is strongly based around her canon relationship with rick.

all graphics were commissioned for me by @hyruleshop.