#RAMESSES

[2seeitall]

Abu Simbel, Egypt

[fromthedust]

Face of Ramesses VI - limestone ostracon with ochre, black, yellow pigment - 21.3 cm x 3.9 cm x 22.5cm - New Kingdom, 20th Dynasty, c.1295-1069 BCE

[kemetnefret]

| Statue of the Priest of Amun, Ramessunakht, holding the Theban Triad (Khonsu, Amun, Mut). It is comprised of a calcite base and a schist stone body | { New kingdom, 20th Dynasty, reign of Ramesses IV-IX, on display at the Egyptian Museum, Cairo }

[trve-grimdark]

[liamrrys]

UNDONE .

𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘦𝘷𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 —— ( 𝘴��𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦 )

call it a youngest’s reflex, to be so stubborn to the wills of his eldest; but he believed that shesmu could work together peacefully. he believed they could co-operate and share their wisdoms, & when he looked to eva, he believed they could also love. ( nip this in the bud, brother, for this will become your undoing )

rated: explicit word count: 2.8k notes: it started out as fluff but the smut wrote itself oops !!! not drafted because i got a bit excited lol but hello fellow rame fans!!!! i hope u enjoy <3 tw: explicit adult themes, slight mention of abuse tags: @rc-catalog

Life as a shesmu was a lonesome one, for trust was a luxury even the richest and most renown of necromancers could never afford. A slip of the tongue to the wrong person at the wrong time would be enough to seal Ramesses’ fate beneath the ground. This was a sentiment Remmao had instilled within him from the second the warmth left his soul. It was for his own good. The more you cared for others the more of a liability you are, he would say. As secretive as Ramesses tried to be, his brother was not blind to Rame’s growing fondness and longing glances towards a specific troublemaking shesmu. Our kind can only afford to care for ourselves. Nip this in the bud, brother, this will become your undoing.

Maybe Ramesses would have benefitted from another mentor — perhaps if Remmao were not also his brother, he would not dismiss his advice as one from an overbearing sibling, but as truth. Call it a youngest’s reflex, to be so stubborn to the wills of his eldest; but he believed that shesmu could work together peacefully. He believed they could co-operate and share their wisdoms, and when he looked to Eva, he believed they could also love.

A small candle flickered, dancing reflections in her ardent eyes. Rame leant back against his chair to allow Eva access as she carefully grazed a damp cloth over the cut on his lip. When she asked where his wounds were from, Ramesses only replied that his tongue moved faster than his brain. 

While her mouth stayed uncharacteristically shut, her expression betrayed her - showing her true emotions. Eva knew him well enough to recognise a lie, but understood him just as much to not have pressed further. Through tired eyes, Rame noticed her frown and couldn���t help but release a breath of a laugh.

“Remmao and I had a little brotherly spat, since you’re sooo worried about me.” A soft hand finds its way to Eva’s cheek as he brushes dark locks behind her ear. “Look at you, you’re going soft on me, Ev.”

He teases, but what Rame purposefully leaves out is that, under her touch, he’s become as unwielding as the sand that if Eva were to cup his face, he would melt and slip through the gaps between her fingertips, pooling at her palms, dripping down her arms.

“Do your brotherly spats usually end like this?” She has him again. In the years they have known each other - through all the arguments between him and his brother that she had witnessed, not once had she seen him carelessly lay a hand on Rame.

The bruise on his chin was a silent message from Remmao to Evthys. Not her mentor, but Remmao the brother. I have eyes on you.

Eva glanced down towards his lip once more and gave Rame a knowing look. As clever as she was beautiful. He nodded his head and turned to avoid her gaze. He felt sickened by her pity; her guilt. This should have never become her problem to carry.

“This one was particularly scathing, I’d rather not get into it, if you’ll let me have that.” He whispered gently.

Delicate fingers run through his hair in response. Eva combs through soft waves, massaging at his scalp. Rame lets himself shut his eyes and cock his head back, losing himself in her touch.

He only opens his eyes again when he feels her straddling his lap, hands moving to both sides of his face.

        And there he was, looking up at her with soft pleading eyes and oozing between her fingers. He was unmolded clay in her hands. She let her hands explore him as they trailed downwards from his jaw, fingertips dragging his neck and stopping at his shoulders.

Eva. Evthys. The giver of life breathed new vitality in him with every touch they shared. Rame liked feeling her in places she never dared wander before. Her touch was curious, and she held him carefully. He let his own careful hands trace along her back and waist. She gasped at his touch and in return, she placed her lips at the nape of his neck, letting her tongue slip through just to see what it would do.

Ramesses couldn’t hold back a moan as he moved his hips underneath her in response. A hand gripped her waist tight as the other entangled itself in her hair, cradling her head. He felt her smile against his skin, as if pleased that such a simple action was enough to elicit a response.

“Isfet, Evthys. You will be the death of me.”

“Are you done already?” She punctuated by digging her nails into his chest, making him gasp.

“I’m not so fragile, my love.”

The flower he was meant to nip in the bud, he secretly watered and sunned until it bloomed into a bright belladonna. As beautiful and and healing as it was deadly. Clouded with desire, Ramesses crashed his lips against hers, and it was as if he ingested nightshade’s berry instead, the way Eva made his heart race, skin flush, and pupils dilate.

Ramesses felt her breaths becoming shaky on his lips, she had clung onto his as if he were her only source of air. The surface of her skin became hot and her body moved for her as she grind down against him. He pulled his lips away, despite her protest so that she could breathe.

“My sweet, are you alright?”

Sweat made Eva’s hair stick to her forehead and her cheeks blushed red. Eva was breathing heavily and looked at him through her lashes, nodding wildly, as if begging him to keep going. Ramesses wondered what saint he must have been in a past life, to be able to witness such a sight to behold in this one.

“Rame, please don’t stop.”

He pressed his lips back onto hers, this time more frenzied than last. He grew hard beneath her, only the fabric of their clothes keeping them apart. Ramesses traced his fingers down her arms, gently placing them around his neck. “Hold tight.” Only giving her a second’s notice before he grabbed her legs and lifted them both off the chair, his lips never leaving hers. 

Eva had a newfound appreciation of his strength. He had always been so wonderfully chiseled - as if sculpted by the gods themselves. However, Rame had always touched her with such gentleness that she had failed to realise the weight of his muscularity. As he lifted her, she clung on to him tightly, clawing at his back in pleasure. She pulled away, only to bite at his neck. Rame responded with an amused sigh and dug his fingers into her thigh before carefully placing her on his bed.

She pulled him close so that he would collapse fully on to her. She needed to feel him all over her. Eva wanted to be engulfed in no one but him. She had never done this before - and she was hesitant even, but Ramesses, her dear Ramesses made her feel safe. Heard. Protected. She was a patron in his sanctuary.

Every time he grind against her, she felt her legs shake and her breath hitch. Ramesses took his time to unrobe her slowly, kissing newly exposed skin. They became tangled in each other, neither one able to let go of the other.

It was only once she was fully unrobed that Rame pulled away. Just to look at her. Her head leant back and her skin flushed red. Her breasts rose with each breath she took and he noticed a glistening between her legs. Perfect. Eva is perfect. He took this time to slow his pace down, noticing that Eva was getting carried away in her own pleasure. He wanted to take care of her.

Ramesses reached for his body oil on the nightstand, holding it up and letting it drip over her body. He let it run over her breasts and stomach before slowling using his palm to rub it all over the rest of her body. Eva moaned as he took her nipples in between his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly as he continued to massage the oil down her body. He leant down to take her breast in his mouth, suckling and softly nibbling on her left breast, while his hand stimulated the right.

“Rame—�� She breathed, only for her mouth to be met with two of his fingers. Eva ran her tongue along them instinctively, causing Ramesses to groan into her breast.

He pulled back to push both of Eva’s legs up, kissing her calves, to the back of her knees and the back of her thighs - places only the sun had ever touched. Rame kissed her everywhere except for where she needed him the most. A smirk formed on his chin as she noticed liquid pooling in between her legs, staining the sheets beneath them.

A light graze over where she needed him most was enough to elicit the most delicious of screams from her lips. She looked to Rame with pleading eyes. Looking like that, how could he ever deny her anything? He gave her one more look, a silent bid for permission, allowing Evthys to bury her hands in his hair before he dipped down to taste her.

Ramesses lapped against her as if it were his first drop of water in weeks. Her thighs shook against his head and she clawed at his shoulders, but his pace remained unwavering. He started with his tongue fucking into her slowly before finally making his way to her clit. When his mouth started to suck and lick at her sensitive bud, Eva couldn’t help but clamp her thighs around him in pleasure. She writhed underneath him, forcing Rame to force her thighs back onto the bed.

“Beautiful, if you keep moving I’ll stop.” He said, smirking. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

All Eva needed was her thumb and index to cup Ramesses’ chin and guide his face to hers. She kissed him tenderly, letting her lips linger on the corner of his, travelling down his jaw and stopping by his ear.

“All this talk Rame, but do you really want to?”

And she knew him well enough to be be right.

Rivals they were; and in any other situation, Ramesses would retaliate.

Right now, however? He is hers, and he allows himself to succumb to her. He would kneel before her every morning like a ritual, steal the light from the sun — she only needed to ask.

Ramesses leaves a gentle kiss on her mouth, with a wanting bite on her bottom lip to show his surrender. He plants a kiss on her neck as he adjusts himself before her. Eva looks up from beneath him, admiring her view. Eva hooks a finger under his garments and slides the fabric off his shoulders and unbuckles the metal of his necklace, carefully setting it aside.

Dishevelled and undone above her, Rame looked ethereal. A thin sheen of sweat sat atop his skin, his freckles twinkled making him look like the night sky. She gazed into his eyes and wondered when she started taking a liking to the darkness of obsidian.

Bewildered by pleasure and his beauty, all Eva could do was lean to kiss him again, this time slowly, sensually, and deeply. A silent plea to say that she needed all of him. Rame became careful with his touches. This was as far as they had gotten — he dared not rush her and surrendered to her pace. He pulls away to meet her affirming gaze before he starts to enter her.

“Evthys.”

He sinks into her at an excruciating rate, his attention fixed to her pleasure. The second she would tell him to stop, he would stop. Ecstasy filled her senses, gripping at his arms. Her breathing laboured once more. Feeling Rame about to pull out out of fear of hurting her, she locked her legs around him and held his face with the tips of her fingers.

“Ramesses.” She begs him through half lidded eyes. “There is nothing more I want right now, but you.” A soft kiss plants itself on his cheek. “So, if you’ll have me—“

His enthusiasm interrupts her and he kisses her hard. Rame plunged himself inside of her, his length grazing her walls and filling her up deliciously each time he entered. Eva’s moans were more symphonious than any decorated muse. He swore he could listen to her voice until time came for Anubis to weigh his heart - and even then it would not be enough.

“Until the end of time, neferut.”

Eva lost herself, unaware that pleasure like this even existed before Rame came to show her. She found herself drunk on the contact of his bare skin against hers; a sweeter high than any iboga or lotus wine could give her. She became unaware of her surroundings, her mind only thinking of Rame and his touch. She was breathless as her eyes rolled back into her lids as she reached a peak unfamiliar to her.

“By the gods, Evthys, you are the most captivating sight.”

Rame could feel her tightening against him, drawing him to his own climax. He pressed a hand to her stomach, heightening hers and his own pleasure. He dragged himself in and out of her in heavy, desperate strokes until it was too much for either one of them to bear. 

“Rame, I—“ Evthys held him close and moaned into his ear, her entire frame quivering beneath him.

To watch her come undone beneath him was a sight to behold, but to feel her walls tighten around him as she came was enough to have him follow her to climax. Coupled with the sweetness she moaned his name, he was done for. His hips stuttered in a pace of their own as he chased his own high, Eva’s juices beginning to squirt out and coat his cock with every thrust.

She reached from under him and pulled him close, biting his shoulder to muffle her screams. Rame buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping, kissing, licking at the skin. He spilled himself inside of her with a final thrust — the groan leaving his mouth guttural and full of desire.

—-

The two lay in sweat-stained sheets as they calmed from their high. Rameses turned and flipped the both of them so that now he was beneath her. He felt Eva, his sweet Eva, still overcome with pleasure as he writhed above him.

Thick hands wandered over her soft skin, one tracing up and down the small of her back, the other tangling itself in her hair as Rame caressed and cradled her head close to his chest. He saw her rise with each inhale they shared and basked in their shared haze.

Ramesses pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead, letting himself linger. “Come back to me, my love.” He whispers into her hair.

As if those were magic words to wake her from her stupor, Eva turns her head and looks to him with fluttered eyes. A soft smile dons her lips, leaning over to give his a quick peck.

Silence breaks when she laughs into his lips, and he laughs at the innoncence of her gesture. He reaches for her hand and he kisses her knuckles, then guides her palm to rest against his cheek.

“Rame, by all the gods, what did you do to me??” Her hand smacks softly against his chest, shaking her head dramatically.

“Excuse me??”

“Tsk. I can’t feel my legs.” She guided his hand slowly up her thigh. “You must have hexed me, traitor.”

He’s speechless as he frowns at her. A look of offense painted his features through furrowed brows and a mouth agape. A giggle leaves Eva’s lips as she had him right where she wanted. Rame retaliates by playfully pushing her beneath him, kissing her in an attempt to dull her laughter (it didn’t work.)

“—and I’m going to hex your mouth next if you don’t learn to watch it.” He says in a weak attempt to sound cross. He peppers her mouth with kisses, annoyingly so as if to prove a point.

“Enough, I’m sorry!” She whines with a smile. Eva holds his face in her hands and plants another kiss to his mouth, slower, and gentler this time. She sighs beneath him and cuddles herself closer. “Ramesses. Thank you.”

He feels her bid for affection and pulls her tight. “Thank you for your trust.”

          ( & that evening was the first night Rame stopped wishing for dreams before he slept. )

[misterlemonzmen]

03-24-25 | The year 1956 belonged to Yul Brynner. That year, he played pharaoh Ramesses The Great in Cecil B. De Mille's The Ten Commandments and King Mongkut in Walter Lang's The King and I. He won best actor for the King and I. MisterLemonzMen.tumblr.com/archive

[blackrainbowblade]

It's chaos on my altar. Just gods and Pharaohs everywhere! I need to decide a layout, but for now, everyone got a polishing and some fresh incense.

[coyote-ralyn]

Day 6: Wizard. Ramesses (Song of the Crimson Nile)

[postcard-from-the-past]

Mummy of Ramesses II in the Cairo Museum, Egypt

French vintage postcard

[radiophd]

ramesses -- black domina

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

i wanna be gangbanged 🤪

[2seeitall]

The Colossal Statue of Ramesses II

The Most Famous Statue in Karnak Temple, Egypt

[tattooyeol]

Kind of insane that The Prince of Egypt came out in 1998 and DreamWorks has not since managed to create a character that comes even close to being as compelling, layered, and tragic as Ramesses, like they really peaked early

[persepor]

Let's talk about my favorite villains pt 1

Let's face it, sometimes the villains are better than the heroes or they are just as compelling as the heroes. So I want to go over some of my favorite villains which spans back to my childhood, I'll also put villains in quotation marks because some are framed as villains when they really are not (you'll see why).

So let's get into this!!

Eris

Eris is first on my list and- hoo boy! Do I love her so much. I need to re-watch this movie because the last time I saw this was when I was 8 or 9. First off she's a badass and I mean that, she has a plan and she'll do whatever it takes to make that plan work.

Eris is the goddess of discord, and she strikes a deal with Sinbad for him to get the Book of Peace for her. He backs out of the deal though, so she uses her powers to frame Sinbad for stealing the book. Sinbad must now track down the book and return it.

Eris' design reflects her personality and how she stirs up discord and chaos. She's designed as if she were simply smoke, with her form constantly shifting and being able to change her shape and grow. She can make herself tower over humans or make herself the same height as humans.

I always loved her for how she was simply herself while being an unforgettable villainess, her personality is unmatched and adds to why i love her so much.

Ramesses

If you haven't seen the Prince of Egypt please give it a watch it's really good. As someone who doesn't care about religion I feel DreamWorks struck gold with their adaptation of the story of Moses. They paint Rameses as a complicated villain with conflicting emotions.

Rameses doesn't want to let Moses' people go because he wants to uphold the legacy their family's dynasty has built. But, he wants his brother, Moses, back. This culminates in their sibling relationship shattering.

Rameses is not a black-and-white villain, he is 3 dimensional. But, he is still evil in wanting to keep the Hebrews as slaves. He is the reason all the plagues are set upon Egypt, resulting in his sons death.

Rameses is an interesting villain you'd have to watch the movie to really get what I'm saying about his character.

Ratchet and Madame Gasket

Putting these two together because they are a Mother-Son duo. Ratchet deals with things on the outside while his mother, Madame Gasket, deals with things on the inside with her chop shop. They both want to take over Big Weld Industry and the whole city.

These two are HILARIOUS, Ratchet acts as a sophisticated, well-put together person with a plan, but is actually a scared mama's boy. He has very hilarious scenes and lines, his interactions with his mother are also hilarious. One of my favorite scenes of his is the one where he knocks out Big Weld and says this: "Oh my god I'm as crazy as my mother!!....HYAH"

Madame Gasket used to terrify me as a child, and I can see why. She is ruthless in her approach while also being a doting mother to Ratchet. She collects 'Out modes' with her sweepers to turn them into metal to create new, shiny parts. She even got her husband out of the way so she can focus on her plan of taking over Big Weld Industries. A villain who will get rid of anything in their way is terrifying.

They are both defeated with Ratchet being chained up by his father and Madame Gasket being thrown into one of her machines.

Tatiana

A character that's posed as a villain but is put into that light. Yes she is wrong for Vinyl City's power outages, but she knew what kept the city going. She used to be Kul Fyra, leader of the rock group the Ghoulings.

I won't go much about her her because I want to talk about her in full but she is so well written. Am ex rock star that switched to EDM now has to deal with a musical revolution. She sees B2J's revolution as irrelevant because nothing will come of it.

As she points out they made the same amount of energy as EDM and that they went into this without a plan. They would put people out of jobs and cause a revolution from people who live EDM. She's the common sense B2J needed.

Fairy Godmother

You should not be surprised she's on here. She is an icon when it comes to DreamWorks villains. When DreamWorks villains are mentioned, she's the first one to be brought up.

She is portrayed as a caring individual but is a selfish person who wants her darling son Prince Charming to be king. She uses the fact Shrek took a potion to make him and Fiona human to her advantage. She makes Charming pretend to be Shrek so he can get closer to Fiona.

She also is a master manipulator, basically threatening the king to do what she wants him to do. She wants Shrek out of the picture because "Ogres don't get happily ever afters." She wants Fiona to have the picture perfect happily ever after married to charming.

Yes her entire scene at the ball is stunning. The red dress is so good and fits her character perfectly. The rendition of Holding Out for a Hero is absolutely a banger and is a go-to song of mine.

Iconic villain and has had a lasting impression on me.

Mother Gothel

I grew up with Morher Gothel as a character. Both her Disney and barbie version, which I'll talk a bit about here and in a dedicated post about early 2000s barbie. I love her character very dearly. We are talking about a gaslighting, manipulative person.

She kidnapped Rapunzel because of her hair, she doesn't love Rapunzel she loves her hair. Meanwhile, in the Barbie version, she's a cold, distant person who kidnapped Rapunzel as revenge. But we're focusing on the Disney version here.

She makes Rapunzel believe she loves her, makes the outside world to be dangerous, and manipulates her into thinking Flynn Rider abandoned her. She was willing to murder to keep Rapunzel's hair to herself. As all she cares about is her beauty and youth.

She is a master manipulator and an amazing villain as well.

Preminger

Ah Preminger one of the best Barbie villains. A villain with a great plan that fails miserably. A villain with hilarious scenes.

Preminger wants the crown to himself amd at first plans to marry Annaliese. But when that goes wrong, he tries to marry the queen. But that also goes wrong.

He has hilarious scenes such as him knocking on the cabin door to see if Annaliese is still locked in there. To the hilarious scene where he almost faints when finding out the princesses wedding will be next weak.

Preminger is the most loved barbie villain for a reason. He's dramatic, funny, and cunning. His sidekicks are hilarious and give a lot of laughs. His dog is also a great component of his character as he is an extension of Preminger.

End

Well that's the end of part 1, I have 4 more I'll discuss in part 2 so keep an eye out for that.

[northemoonduringthenight]

"Therefore he set over them masters of the works, to afflict them with burdens, and they built for Pharao cities of tabernacles, Phithom and Ramesses. But the more they oppressed them, the more they were multiplied, and increased: And the Egyptians hated the children of Israel, and afflicted them and mocked them: And they made their life bitter with hard works in clay, and brick, and with all manner of service, wherewith they were overcharged in the works of the earth."

Book of Exodus 1:11:14 Douay-Rheims Bible

Artwork: Edward John Poynter (English, 1836 – 1919) Israel in Egypt (1867).

[liamrrys]

sneak peek here we fucking gooooo 😭😭😭😭😭