#Sorry I went on for a bit haha...

[creepy-crowleys]

R: I'm a little late to asking, but could you talk more about your adventure to hidden portions of Amarna, Agent? Despite setbacks, it must have been utterly riveting to be surrounded by so much history.

Of course! It absolutely was.

I will mention, going in, that the reality of my world is... a bit more fantastical compared to historical record. Of note: The Aten sun disk is a very real entity, one of the sun-eaters whose captivity was used to shape my world and whose presence leeches a virulent, corrupted for of magic into its surroundings.

I was initially called out to the neighboring inhabited city of al-Merayah on reports of suspected smuggling activity outside of the known rings in the area, as well as fears of the famed Plagues of Egypt appearing again. On arrival, the city was under siege with a local militia, the Marya, defending against the modern followers of Aten.

It was eventually determined that the earthquake that led into the reappearance of the plagues was actually caused by the magic keeping the true city of Amarna concealed failing, due to a pileup of complicating factors, time being a significant one.

Entrance to Amarna - original posting

Just beyond the gates to the city itself; note Aten sun disk - original posting

For the month and some I and a handful of Council of Venice and Marya agents operated in the city, the sun/sun disk barely moved in the sky, night never fell, and it was perpetually sweltering.

Map of the city with our initial entry point and camp circled - original posting

The drawings of the seven gods on the map represent the Sentinels, seven monuments to the depicted gods containing the souls of the seven children of a high priest of Amun-Ra, bound to the city to seal and obscure it and to keep Akhenaten from rising again.

Monument of Meretseger and chamber interior - original posting

Her name was Moutemouia, third child of High Priest Ptahmose. She was tasked with keeping the city concealed and it was her strength and conviction wavering that ultimately let us in. The siblings were able to communicate both through their monument or through the smaller statues decorating the monuments' inner chambers.

Thutmose (Horus), Nefertari (Ma'at), Moutemouia (Meretseger), Hemitneter (Sekhmet), Moutnefert (Satis), Nefertari the Younger (Bast), Huoy (Anubis).

Moutnefert dreamed of travel. Ptahmose brought her postcards and stories from the outside, but she always wanted to see it for herself. Nefertari the Younger and Huoy were just excited to have someone new to play games with them. Hemitneter was itching to take the fight to the Atenists directly, haha!

...All of them were starting to wonder if they'd outlived the gods they'd stood for.

Most of the time we were there, I was helping the Sentinels with their tasks while they taught me the spellwork to access Akhenaten's tomb so he could be dealt with directly. I got to help herd souls to the afterlife, feed the corrupted to Ammut, harass the modern living and mummified original incarnations of the Atenists.

Assorted photographs of the area - original postings (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

As can probably be expected time, warfare, and modern cultist and monster activity has seen the collapse of many structures throughout the city. Most civilian dwellings are likely to have failed by this, but several of the larger structures and temples have remained largely intact. The black sludge forming on the trees and ground (image 4) and also polluting much of the limited water supply is the manifestation of the Aten's corrupted magic, as is the spider-like monster inhabiting the temple (image 5). The creature in the sixth image is a human that was heavily mutated due to exposure to this magic during the mummification process - possibly with direct influence from the Aten itself as not all mummified cultists progressed to the same degree as this particular one did. Most Atenist (and Sol Invictus, present in the wider area) mummies retained normal human proportions, but a select handful attained more monstrous forms.

As the investigation progressed, there became an increase in seismic activity that was eventually determined to be emanating from beneath Akhenaten's pyramid.

Addition photograph of the area. The Black Pyramid, Akhenaten's tomb, is faintly visible in the background beneath the Aten sun disk. We never identified that skeleton. - original posting

There is a story among the Jinn that the first of their kind, immediately upon its creation, refused to be made subservient to any creature and so consumed its own name so that it couldn't be used to control it.

Jinni tablet cotaining the story of the First Jinn, The Fabled Genie of the Lamp - original posting with full translation

According to their lore, the Unbound was eventually deceived by King Soloman who trapped the Unbound in a magical prison (by human versions, a lamp) and hid that lamp deep underground, away from anyone that the Jinn could tempt into releasing it on the promise of granting a wish.

It was fascinating! As we were researching the earthquakes, we became increasingly aware of a voice that being projected through them. I have a couple of recordings here and here!

And using the Jinn's writing, I was able to locate and access the passage that led beneath the pyramid!

Assorted photographs of said passages - original postings (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Image 5 contains insect religion! They were congregated and seemingly worshiping the imagery of the scarab!

I have a few posts of artifacts I came across too! Here, here, and here!

I was able to locate the First Jinn's containment as well. The modern Atenists had been using explosives to hunt for artifacts in and around Amarna and had caused a piece of the ceiling in its chamber to break loose, damaging an anchor for the wards around it.

First Jinn's chamber with damaged anchor and containment device - original posting

Much of the technology used through the chamber and passages are believed to be Third Age in origin, a version reality that was overwritten by our current one. Solomon was supposedly native to it, and one of the few (probable) humans to have been able to retain themselves through the transition. Third Age magic and technology are difficult to replicate due the world simply not working the same way anymore.

In any case, I was able to get the anchor patched up and working again.

And then I broke into the Black Pharaoh's burial chamber and confronted him directly. I. Admittedly didn't get much of an opportunity to appreciate most of it. A large conflict broke out between the Atenists and the allies I brought, and I was urged on ahead to face the more serious threats. The Sentinels backed me up.

...Someone from one of the groups I had allied with shot me after the dust settled. They stole Akhenaten's body and staff before anyone else could get in to stop them and I was nearly fired for disobeying orders and having anything to do with them in the first place, so. I never got too much of a chance to look around the pyramid unfortunately, haha...! I have a few pictures of its exterior at least.

Exterior of the Black Pyramid - original postings (1, 2, 3)

Frescos found in chambers around the pyramid depicting: (1) The birth of Akhenaten's son, Tutankhaten (later Tutankhamun), (2) The formation of the Marya under Tutankhamun and Thutmose, (3) Ptahmose sacrificing his seven children to seal the Black Pyramid and Akhenaten, (4) Akhenaten's lineage with his son and wife, blessed by the Aten, and (5) Akhenaten's judgement and execution before Ptahmose, High Priest of Amun-Ra.

Ptahmose and his children were all released from their duties following Akhenaten's defeat, and the curse on the city has been fading since. I haven't spent much time there. It's hard to see the Sentinel's monuments still there and so empty without them.

[keferon]

Hey, saw that you're having a bit of rough day. :(

I'm almost finished the next part.

But, would you like Prowl to bully "the wet bread moron" Josh? (as a treat. there's a part I could slide it in) Like a little petty revenge like get back at people being jerks to orcas?

-GLC

Oh I would absolutely love that yes🥺👉👈

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[kashmimo]

baby pokemon trainers 🐣

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

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from this ask game

[cj-kenobi]

"You wear fine things well, Cody."

based on this post from @lightasthesun!

[askblueandviolet]

Tú, alcalde. ¿Hablas español? Eso sería genial :D

"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"

MASTER POST

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[god-i-love-opossums]

both win

[gomzdrawfr]

Just asking….you’re also into Leon S. Kennedy from Resident Evil? If so.

WHICH Leon version you like BEST???👀

I've been meaning to answer this but I put it off so long bcuz I'm trying to contain my excitement and not go absolutely bat shit crazy over Leon SLKDGHFJGHLK

THE best is such a hard choice but...im biased and I love games that get remake so...Leon from RE 4 remake is my fav...LOOK AT HIM

AND-

and because I feel like it...a few more honorable mention:

pretty boi Leon from RE2...

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh man Leon from re6 nearly took the top spot bcuz....*GESTURES FRANTICALLY*

[ghostieblotts]

hi, what does naff mean? (I googled it and it said it was British and meant unfashionable but I don't think that's how you used it)

That is correct! The way I use it is very broadened, to be perfectly honest. I often use it in a sense of being unimpressive, disappointing, or generally not very good. On its own, I'd say that naff is maybe slightly better than bad but worse than an absolute middle on the scale of quality? (The way some people use mid reminds me of how I use naff). However, I use intensifiers to play fast and loose with it, so I'm not exactly consistent, and I will use it to express more negative meanings (is this ironic understatement or genuinely having a more negative meaning? I really don't know!).

This is a great question and now I'm wondering whether the broadened way I use it is local to my social group and area, or whether this is a change in meaning covering a larger area that webpages and dictionaries haven't quite caught up with. This is also, at least with the imprecision of use that I use it with, a really awkward word to try and define. Thank you very much for the ask I am going down research rabbit holes

[jichanxo]

sunday six 🌼

tags: @passthroughtime @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses

poking at senseific with a stick. here's off hours kitakata

It was different to see Kitakata here, out of school, dressed down. He wore a brown leather jacket, jeans. A far cry from the usual white button up and slacks. More than that, he was smiling, his posture was relaxed and unguarded, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. It wasn’t dissimilar to the way he’d acted on the roof during their smoke break, just more. Kitakata looked right at home here, and that was an odd thought to have when Yagami had mostly come to associate him with the school, rather than a cramped bar tucked away in a corner of the Champion District. On the roof, he’d looked unprofessional, vaping while surrounded by all the reminders of his vocation. Here, he was just another guy seeking a bit of indulgence, and nobody could fault him for that.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Finally worked it up in me to watch Jerma play The Stanley Parable:Ultra Deluxe and I'm only like 13 minutes in of him doing actual gameplay and it's just. No Jerma you're not actually dead, The Narrator is just really salty and dramatic.

[badlydrawnjohn]

OOC: John's grimdark arc (otherwise known as grimdarc, a name i have lovingly pilfered from @poorlydrawnvriska ) is coming to an end soon!! i'm making a slightly bigger piece of art for it though so it'll take a little longer to finish then my normal pieces which is why there's a little bit of a lull in the action atm!

[asteralley]

my nucarni opinions under the cut (mostly shipping dynamics)

I often see a lot of people saying they wished dante was a bottom but I don't vibe with the idea of bottom dante sorry 😔

each top has their own "thing" (yakumo having gap moe, kuya's bdsm, quincy's...huge size) and I like dante's thing being that he's overconfident and sucks at sex. tried giving eiden head but he literally just held his cock in his mouth without moving. absolutely hilarious please give me more of this man.

I also love how he's getting better at it though. we went from dante not knowing how to finger properly but can now easily satisfy eiden. tbh my only issue is dante being too fast of a learner but thats nitpicking

I guess I'm also more attached to bottom eiden than top eiden, so if dante was a bottom I wouldn't be as attached to enei

also, I'm not really understanding the appeal of dante/edmond? I think both of them being tsunderes would make it too hard to work out a romantic situation between them. Aesthetically speaking long haired red and blue would look good but their current relationship as two workaholics is fine.

the only clan member I'd actually like to see switch is blade. I would love to imagine his e-droid features being used in more unique ways like how he can change the taste of his cum. maybe something like temperature control or a vibration feature

[myjustice]

For the holiday season. If Furina had to choose between dressing as Santa, a reindeer, or an elf, which would she choose?

she would love to be in one of those cute santa outfit ones. she would definitely be dressed as santa & find cheer in giving out gifts &/or being told by children what they would like for the holidays.

then she would go to neuvillette & he too will be dressing up as santa because she said so & she would give him a list of all the wishes she got from the children who came to her & would convince him to buy them said gifts so that the two of them can go about fontaine door to door & give them their gifts.

not only in an attempt to get him out but to also help him feel like he can connect with them & not feel like they’re so out of his reach because they too would no doubt want to connect with their ruler.

[borealing]

im gonna go off on one in the tags pls enjoy