#scarab compass

[uidbmgmt]

I have two hats. This one is reversible with Daredevil and Punisher themes. These are my current hat pins that are on display.

For anyone who’s vision impaired the pins are as follows:

The Scarab Compass from Moon Knight

A chicken nuggets box that says “Chicken Nuggets Club”

A white lamb with rainbow wool

The Black Lives Matter fist

A human rib cage with a melting heart inside

E=MC Squared, Energy = Milk • Coffee Squared

A round pin with the silhouette of Mothman that says “I want to believe”

An oval framed pin of Mothman

A big, round pin of a potato with a face that says “Kawaii Potato.”

The poster image for the movie ‘Young Frankenstein’, featuring Dr Frankenstein and the monster

[kumomist]

me opening up genshin to find i have hypostyle desert and upper setekh at 100% and lower setekh at 95%. hmm.

edit: the entire desert is 100% now!! i am now exiling myself

[rokhal]

Talking about inhibition vs resolve in Blue Beetle (2023) as displayed by Jaime Reyes and Khaji Da.

Spoilers!

OK so. Jaime is a nice, well-adjusted kid. Every iteration, that's true: he was raised well by loving parents and he wants to be a good person and generally succeeds. He's not totally naive, but he's been insulated from life's darker realities in the ways that loving, successful parents want their children to be insulated, so he has faith in human good nature and the social contract. Jaime is an adult who finds the idea of taking a human life viscerally horrifying. He has strong inhibitions against harming others at the start of the movie.

Khaji Da is a literal alien killing machine. It doesn't give a shit about anyone but its host, because why would it? It's not programmed that way. Social contract, what social contract? It's not a social being. Assuming that it is a damaged Reach infiltrator scarab as in the comics, it has self-awareness but no knowledge of its purpose, so it's starting from scratch. It doesn't kill for sport, but based on its programming, it has surely deduced that killing is its purpose. It doesn't experience guilt or horror and has no inhibitions.

At the climax of the movie, Jaime's faith in human good nature and the social contract have been shattered. Victoria Kord's goons have destroyed his home, tortured him, left his father to die in the street, and shot a rocket at his uncle. His grief and rage have grown more powerful than his horror of killing; like his uncle and grandmother, he is ready to bloody his hands. This is the fate that his father brought the family to the US to spare his future children from, and Alberto is no longer there to steer him away from it.

Khaji Da, meanwhile, has bonded with Jaime and absorbed not only Jaime's memories, but Ignacio Carapax's. What a contrast a loving family makes. Khaji Da is not social itself, but it learns intimately what social bonds and the lack thereof can do to human personality, and the self-denial and isolation that killing brings. It learns from Carapax how lasting the wounds of moral injury are, and that to be a sentient weapon is an appalling violation. Khaji Da resolves to save Jaime and itself from the trauma that Carapax lives with.

Jaime's inhibitions against killing falter, because he had never contemplated ever needing a reason not to kill and had no framework to argue himself out of it. Khaji Da learned and applied Jaime's compassion and adopted a new moral code, counter to its own programming, that values human life. In a way, Khaji Da copied a part of Jaime that Victoria Kord destroyed, and gave it back to him at the critical moment.

[thisismyfangirlblog]

Ted Kord Blue Beetle is such an underrated character because he is the opposite of a Chosen One. Everything told him he *wasn't* a hero, and he ignored it and insisted on becoming one anyway.

Dan Garrett passed him the magical blue beetle scarab, that picks a worthy successor, and it *didn't choose him*. It literally refused to work for him. He not only didn't let that stop him from becoming a hero, but he *kept being the Blue Beetle*, because screw the idea that this inscrutable ancient artifact can tell him whether or not he can honor the legacy of his mentor.

He was unquestionably the heart of the JLI, and has one of the highest EQs of the team members. This is especially helpful when your best friend is as insecure and emotionally stunted as young Booster Gold (I say this with love).

Later in life he is diagnosed with a heart disorder that further prevents hero activities, and he moves into more of a support role, leaning on Barbara Gordon as an example of continuing to be a hero after disabilities limit your presence in the field.

Ted is so interesting and he deserves a solo series that taps into his resiliency and compassion!

Thank you for coming to my Ted (heh) Talk

[stormkobra-5]

Moon Boys

[Main Masterlist]

Batons and Unicorns: You, a new and shy addition to Avengers Tower, are a mutant with the ability to shift into animals at will: you're Skinchanger. Thing is? You're mute, and much prefer the company of your fellow animals to humans, even the Earth's mightiest heroes, which kind of alienates you. Until you meet Steven Grant, the other new addition to Avengers Tower.

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Not As Planned || Promises || Meet the Parents || Oh What a Knight || A Long Expected Party || Easter Eggs || Escapade in Egypt, Part 1 || Escapade in Egypt, Part 2 || Perfection || The Whitest, Brightest Wedding of All || Next Steps || Little Moments ||

More as-of-yet untitled stories for Batons and Unicorns are Coming Soon

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Banks of the Nile: Long ago, Ammit was imprisoned in stone by the other gods for her ways of premature judgment of souls, ending in a surge of dead in the Duat whom had not yet reached their time. In today’s world, her new Avatar, Arthur Harrow, is searching for the scarab-compass that will lead to her tomb so that he may revive her. As the Avatar of Anubis, you are tasked by your god to find and locate it first, even if it means crossing the path of Khonshu’s Avatar Marc Spector-- an old enemy of yours who doesn’t seem quite himself...

[Series Masterlist]

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Red Handed

|| **Part 1 || **Part 2 || **Part 3 || **Part 4 || **Part 5 ||

Egyptian Knights (Moon Boys x fem!reader)

**Tease (Steven Grant x fem!reader)

*Can't Sleep (Moon Boys x gn!reader)

**Quickie in a Closet (Steven Grant x fem!reader)

**First Aid (Moon Boys x fem!reader)

*Parents' Love (Moon Boys x fem!reader)

**Stealing Moments (Marc Spector x fem!reader)

**Hold Me Close (Moon Boys x fem!reader)(Steven Grant)

**Don’t Let Go (Moon Boys x fem!reader)(Marc Spector)

Ballistic (Moon Boys x gn!reader)

**Puzzles (Steven Grant x fem!reader)

**All That Matters (Steven Grant x fem!reader)

**Phases (Marc Spector x fem!Reader)

Headcanons:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28

Blurbs:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Spookable September 2022: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Imagine teaching Steven how to spar with a lightsaber

[labratatouille]

I'm stalking your ao3 (not sorry lol) and have reached the community service oneshot you did ages ago, was there a reason you gave Kenny that scarab beetle tattoo? Idk it's just I haven't really seen that around for Kenny and I kind of love it lmaooo thanks

YES!! YES OMFG THERE WAS AIGHT STRAP IN THIS IS GONNA BE NERDY AS HELL

In Ancient Egypt scarab beetles were often depicted in everything from hieroglyphics to jewellery due to the popular belief that it was a symbol of protection against disease and death. AS WELL AS A SYMBOL OF RESURRECTION – basically Kenny’s brand. The idea was that if you placed an amulet of a scarab beetle beside the dead then they could be resurrected and thus gain eternal life. The scarab beetles were also associated with the sun god Ra, and with the sun rising (being reborn) everyday, the association kinda stuck.

In conclusion, Ancient Egypt is interesting asf and Kenny is a legend. Ngl I may introduce the tattoo to Knights Of The Cardinal Compass because I forgot how much I love it + it fits the theme of having far too many historical references purely for my own enjoyment 😎🤌🤌

(I did not expect anyone to ask this, thank you anon!!)

[sarcastic--metaphor]

So I kinda have problems with how Fionna is written…

I saw a post somewhere online that said that Fionna’s not even really the protag of her own show and that Simon is more prominent than she is and high key that person was right (and I’m both ok and not ok w/ this)

Fionna starts off as a super relatable and compelling character who also teaches us that her world is (suspiciously) not magical. She’s a great jumping off point and her episode being the first is a perfect fit narratively.

But the fact that she had her previous heroic abilities stripped away is both narratively compelling and the greatest flaw to her rn. Which sounds a little obvious but like… at first I assumed we’d see a hopeful and ultimately very determined fionna try and fail to be a hero when her back’s against the wall (like in the Farmworld ep). But with each episode she’d gradually learn to be a hero, albeit and amateurish and still struggling one. And she’d end the series by saving the day, maybe not as the Fionna from the original AT episodes we saw, but as someone who grew from episode one of F&C

It sounds simple enough but that really really hasn’t been happening and it’s kinda worrying me now

In Destiny, we see Fionna lose fights against characters and even sees the farmworld version of herself kick ass (doing what she couldn’t do herself) before being defeated by Scarab. The episode ends with her screaming at Simon to hit the button. Which I get- she’s been humbled multiple times this episode and just saw a much more capable version of herself go down and possibly die. She must’ve been terrified.

Then everything in the Winter King happens and that becomes a focal point for Fionna’s doubts and sadness in the following episodes. Which makes me wonder… why was she not cut up about being unable to do more for Farmworld Finn and his (maybe now orphaned) family?

This is a group problem I had with Simon and Cake too, as a whole they’re collectively hopping into universe after universe and are completely unconcerned with the fate of every abandoned inhabitant they leave behind (cough baby Finn cough).

So I was a little weirded out when Fionna and Simon wanted to just bail and leave apocalypse!bubblegum to probably die at the hands of a horde of vampires. Like I get it, this isn’t their world and they never should’ve been there to begin with, so that Bubblegum’s fate really isn’t their responsibility.

But Fionna is a mirror to Finn, and our Finn never would’ve abandoned his Farmworld counterpart when he was in trouble. He never would’ve abandoned Butchblegum. Even if he was outmanned and outpowered he never would’ve gone down without putting up a fight first.

Finn has always wanted to help everyone he could. Fionna throughout her own show is really only ever concerned with getting back to her world and making it magic again so she doesn’t have to think about getting a job or paying rent. (That is, until the end of Jerry.)

What I was expecting from episode 1 and onward was that Fionna would have had the same compassion and heart that Finn has- but that her struggle would be from the fact that due to circumstances beyond her control, she’s not experienced enough to help at all. That she’d stop seeing the people around her in each universe as akin to video game or anime characters and realize they’re as real as she is. And that the survivor’s guilt/guilt in general from being unable to help them would be devastating for her.

Maybe this is on me tho and I was just expecting soemthing completely different out of this show

(Again tho Jerry kinda shakes things up. But it’s 4 am for me and I can’t think critically anymore)

But Fionna couldn’t defend herself or her friends from the Destiny gang, got Martin killed, but really only feels bad about the events from episode 6 for killing all those candy people. Simon and Cake are also only concerned with their own goals tho- I’m not pinning this all on Fionna or the way she alone is written. But it’s more glaringly obvious when it comes to her

I guess what I’m saying is that Fionna is a complete and total girl failure, which humbles her and keeps her relatable, but in 8 out of 10 episodes she hasn’t been able to change this fact at all. It leaves me a little worried that the finale of F&C will either magically (or conveniently) give her the ability to be a hero… or just kinda flounder bc they’ve so well established that one of their titular characters is effectively useless in almost all circumstances. To the point that in the Star, Butchblegum straight up said she didn’t care about Fionna and only wanted Cake’s help.

((Even Simon who was woefully out of his depth adventuring with Finn reconfigured the remote, insisted he wanted to help the Candy Queen, instantly started making stakes for vampires in ep 7, also offered to help repair Bubblegum’s tank, and rightfully recognized that the huge decrepit man with horns and exposed bones and empty eye sockets sitting on a pile of skulls in a creepy dark cave was a horrifying dangerous figure and not just a guy named Jerry.))

In all honesty I just have absolutely zero idea where they can take Fionna at this point but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the F&C crew know what they’re doing

[silverslate221]

Kwamis

An Updated List of all my Kwamis including the Canon Kwamis some of which I've altered to fit my Headcanons since I've realized my old list was very outdated xD. (Just something to keep in my mind I'm horribly indecisive and all of these are subject to change)

Mother Box-

Tikki the Ladybug of Creation (Alpha)

Plagg the Black Cat of Destruction (Alpha)

Trixx the Fox of Deception

Pollen the Bee of Subjection

Wayzz the Turtle of Protection  

Duusu the Peacock of Manifestation

Nooroo the Butterfly of Transmission

Mullo the Mouse of Multiplication

Stompp the Ox of Determination

Roaar the Tiger of Confrontation

Fluff the Rabbit of Evolution (Timekeeper)

Longg the Dragon of Acclimatization (Elemental)

Sass the Snake of Repetition (Timekeeper)

Kaalki the Horse of Migration (Spacekeeper)

Ziggy the Goat of Imagination

Xuppu the Monkey of Derision

Orikko the Rooster of Illumination

Barkk the Dog of Loyalty

Daizzi the Pig of Love

Great Plains Box-

Kiikaa the Thunderbird of Electricity* (Elemental)

Maii the Coyote of Wisdom

Katta the Cougar of Passion

Liiri the Eagle of Freedom

Rummpa the Buffalo of Prosperity

Lokko the Wolf of Detection

Sorren the Falcon of Victory

Amikaa the Beaver of Innovation*

Livv the Deer of Vegetation

Pekk the Woodpecker of Dimension (Spacekeeper)

Slipp the Salmon of Apathy

Grizz the Bear of Soul

Ommen the Raven of Probability*

Hoppi the Rattlesnake of Beauty*

Tyyto the Owl of Truth

Honnk the Goose of Cooperation

Zibbi the Otter of Jubilation

Banditt the Raccoon of Avarice

Wandering Box-

Tangg the Mantis of Order (Alpha)

Kastorr & Poluxx the Hydra of Chaos (Alpha) **

Kirrin the Qilin of Light* (Elemental)

Rassi the Spider of Destiny* (Timekeeper) **

Slikki the Snail of Stagnation* (Timekeeper)

Deed the Stick Bug of Distribution (Spacekeeper)

Etterni the Salamander of Resurrection

Mikka the Ant of Conflict

Renn the Crane of Peace

Fianna the Koi Fish of Perfection

Finn the Shark of Fear

Døddie the Moth of Scarcity

Deuill the Dove of Mercy

Jellos the Jellyfish of Corruption

Hunduu the Cicada of Ruination

Taachi the Weasel of Secrets

Murrae the Eel of Elongation

Zodiac Box-

Flikker the Firefly of Hope

Emburr the Phoenix of Combustion* (Elemental)

Atticus the Sparrow of Oblivion (Spacekeeper)

Gemm the Chameleon of Transformation

Gloss the Ibex of Friction* (Aries)

Urazz the Aurochs of Preservation (Timekeeper) (Taurus) 

Oskrr the Squirrel of Duality (Gemini)

Cerra the Crab of Emotion (Cancer)

Rroy the Lion of Action (Leo)

Duchess the Swan of Dreams (Virgo)

Vivvy the Vulture of Justice (Libra)

Scorro the Scorpion of Vengeance (Scorpio)

Spikke the Porcupine of Precision (Sagittarius) 

Akwaa the Seahorse of Perception (Capricorn)

Nøkk the Kelpie of Hydration* (Aquarius)

Nerrea the Whale of Compassion (Pisces) 

Savannah Box-

Gaale the Griffin of Air* (Elemental)

Zipp the Dragonfly of Progression (Timekeeper)

Taamus the Hippo of Gravitation

Snapp the Crocodile of Adaptation

Parra the Giraffe of Confusion*

Equus the Donkey of Mathematics

Duune the Camel of Transaction

Mnemmi the Elephant of Memories

Kuuji the Gorilla of Connection

Irris the Hawk of Vision

Gorrge the Hyena of Consumption

Kallik the Jackal of Guidance

Azuure the Scarab of Thought

Keraas the Rhino of Substance

Zella the Antelope of Elusion

Gnuu the Wildebeest of Courage

Purr the Cheetah of Agility*

Grevyii the Zebra of Clarity

Chatter the Lemur of Negotiation

Jungle Box-

Tonna the Quetzalcoatl of Earth* (Elemental)

Legmm the Sloth of Isolation (Spacekeeper)

Saffi the Frog of Purity

Belaa the Jaguar of Imperception*

Ecco the Parrot of Communication*

Vammp the Bat of Absorption

Rivver the Piranha of Contempt

Bubiic the Mosquito of Plague

Ravanna the Skunk of Despair

Clikk the Dolphin of Sound*

Flairr the Toucan of Pretension

Ocellus the Stingray of Immersion

Charmm the Angelfish of Gentleness

Polaritti the Gecko of Magnetization

Tropical Box-

Allcy the Kingfisher of Sacrifice

Prrysm the Platypus of Distortion* (Spacekeeper)

Dontii the Pufferfish of Expansion (Spacekeeper)

Kicc the Kangaroo of Endurance*

Aumm the Koala of Relaxation

Lekyys the Pelican of Zonation

Alliss the Frilled Lizard of Extortion

Dideea the Shrimp of Patience

Xiphiaa the Swordfish of Honor

Prikk the Echidna of Boundary

Conkky the Wombat of Temperance

Tazz the Purinina of Temptation

Arctic Box-

Shaade the Grim of Darkness* (Elemental)

Tawnii the Lynx of Intuition* (Timekeeper)

Maarus the Walrus of Realization

Demiis the Penguin of Glaciation

Fawnna the Elk of Wilderness*

Attlantis the Octopus of Choice*

Frijj the Snow Leopard of Silence

Curri the Narwhal of Wonder*

Pinna the Seal of Altruism

Sotaa the Wolverine of Aggression*

Hidden Box- 

Vitaa the Panda of Life* (Alpha)

Shii the Crow of Death* (Alpha)

Uunice the Unicorn of Magic* (Elemental)

Italic- Canon Kwamis

*- Any kwami marked with an asterisk either belongs to my close friend @graaythekwami or draws from elements of one of their kwamis that I'm incorporating into my own headcanons

**- Any kwami marked with two consecutive asterisks draws inspiration from @this-wildchild-writes and their original kwamis

[eloisegrant]

Mission: Find Spector (2)

Steven Grant x F!Reader (platonic-> romantic), Marc Spector x F!Reader

Summary: Steven lets you know more about Marc, while you try your best to protect both of them.

Warnings: this is kind of angsty (I don’t know how it led there), violence, a bit of fluff

Part 1

His steps led you both to a bus, to a stop, then to an alley way that led to his apartment. “Sorry, it isn’t the best for a secret agent, like yourself.” Steven clicks the lift button and looks at you as the elevator tries to reach to the ground floor.

You laugh at his compliment, “Oh please, I’m not all that.” The elevator doors open, making the two of you step in.

“You had me on concrete in 0.008 seconds!” Steven presses his floor button, with the biggest smile on his face. He was kind of impressed by the way you were able to have him trapped between you and ground, that fast.

You were embarassed and felt bad for the guy, gently carressing his arm. It was a but awkward. “Sorry, man…”

Eventually the elevator reaches the floor and Steven makes his way to the flat. You tail behind him. Once he opens the door, he immediately tries to clear up the mess that was apparent on the tables, couch and kitchen.

“Listen, Steven, Its alright. Now what do you know about Marc Spector.” You were purely here for business, no messing around. The man sighs in relief, thankful he didn’t have to do a last minute sweep. Quickly, he grabs a duffle bag that was on top of his bed and places it on the round table you stood in front of.

This was a signal for you to open the bag, what you found was surprising. A bunch of stacks of Benjamins, A gun and A funny looking beetle. “What the hell?”

“Exactly what I said.” Steven coincides with you.

“Where’d you find this?” Lifting the duffle bag by its bottom, you managed to pour out all the contents onto the table. A passport spills out, upon inspection, it belonged to Marc Spector. And there his face was. You looked at the passport photo then to Steven’s face, then back to the photo. This went on for about a minute.

“I went to the storage houses because I found a key to one in this apartment. When I got to one, this was what I found.” He explains.

“Steven, this is you. Unless you have a brother of some sort…” You plopped the passport in the duffle bag again and whisked through the money and gun before grabbing the golden beetle.

He paces back and forth, he was afraid to tell you what he knows because, you might use your assassin like powers and not believe him. To you, however, he looked genuinely stressed and truthful. Even though a part of you wanted to slap him silly for not responding, you felt bad. So, tackling him down onto the floor again, would not be a good idea.

He spots you toying with the beetle and lets you in on what it is to change the topic, “That is a scarab, it’s supposed to be a compass.”

“A compass for what?”

“For a higher calling…” He gently takes it out off your hand and was about to demonstrate how it works. Suddenly a knock errupts from the door. Causing both of you to turn to one another in confusion. Who would be knocking at this time. It’s nearly 8 PM.

“Steven Grant?” A woman’s voice booms through the door. The name caling confirmed to you that this man did, in fact, go by Steven. Steven Grant for that matter.

“Uh who is it?” Steven shouts back as he approaches the door with caution.

“Police department, we’re gonna need you to open up.” The woman’s voice responds back. Police department? What did this unbothered man do to cause the police department to knock on his door.

“What is the police doing after you?” You whispered, tapping his shoulder.

“I vandalized the museum bathroom, got the sack today, but I didn’t know this would happen!” He whisper shouts back at you. “They said they wouldn’t press charges!” He replies to the woman outside his door.

“You got fired today??” You inquired as you felt a pinch of concern pitting at the bottom of your stomach. He just got the boot and you gave him your boot by taking him to the ground. All for this Marc Spector.

Steven was willing to let you know that the Marc Spector you were so desperately looking for was in fact him. Or at least, was part of him. He knew about Marc since two days ago when he was cornered in the museum bathroom and when he looked for the storage unit. Today hasn’t been the best since he just got sacked after Donna was notified about it this afternoon.

He’ll be honest, it was confusing and it scared him. Marc Spector was a name he was hearing all too much eversince then. And the fact that you were also looking for the guy wasn’t helping his anxiety.

“Open the door, mate, we just want to talk.” The voice pesters them yet again. Defeated, Steven asks you to hide. He didn’t want to involve you in this medial situation.

Following his pleas, you hide by the closet space near the bathroom. Luckily, it closes properly and doesn’t look suspect. Steven opens the door slightly, “Steven Grant?” The lady shows a police ID which makes his palms sweat.

“Y-yeah… Listen the museum said they wouldn’t press charges and just give me the sack.” He explains but to no avail. The bigger man behind the lady, forcefully pushes the door open. Steven backs up at the action and watches as the two officers enter his home.

“Whats this?” The big man lifts up a mini pyramid.

“Paperweight.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“Paperweight shop.”

You heard all of this unfold as you could see through the horizontal cracks of the closet. They were looking through the table and saw the enormous stacks of cash and a gun.

“What’s a museum employee doing with all this?” The woman intervenes and raises a couple wads of the cash Steven weirdly had. “Not just a museum guy aren’t you?” She pushes the pieces of cash around.

“Well, that isn’t technically mine and I’m technically no longer a museum employee.” Steven musters up the words he thought was enough to make these individual back up. Sadly, it didn’t work.

The big man spots the passport. “This you, isn’t it.” He points at Marc Spector, “Same face, different name. What do you make of that?”

“Sort of funny…” She looks at the passport and points at Steven.

“That’s not me-“ Steven gets cut off by the man abrupty, moving towards him with a stern look in his face.

“Funny that, looks exactly like you.” He intimidated Steven so quickly that he couldn’t look away. He didn’t even notice the woman approaching his back who was about to arrest him.

“Alright Mr. Grant, you’re coming with us.” Steven began muttering panic, he didn’t want to go to prison and this was just a miserable freaking day.

You had some form of telepathy that allowed you to hear thoughts, it was not polished yet but it worked. It managed to pick up something going on in the officers’ minds. There was something in the people’s movements that made you believe this wasn’t about Steven’s job.

Your mind reading confirmed that they were nefariously trying to get something else out of Steven, the image of the scarab flashes out of the thoughts they were giving you. Though you had no idea what was going on and your only mission was to look for Spector, you felt some sort of responsibility for the man and were inclined to use your powers.

In one swift motion, you open the closet door which alerted them of your presence. The lady pulls out a gun and points at you, releasing a bullet that you turn into dust with your atomkinesis. Steven was awestruck at your actions and swore he was dreaming.

“Steven! Come here!” You snap him out of his admiration daydream. He jogs to your side as the big man and woman try to follow, but you use your powers to turn the floor they were standing on to liquid then back to solid concrete. Forcing them to get stuck onto the floor till their thighs. The mere action makes them panic and struggle to move. Immediately, you make a run for the door. Steven grabs the scarab before following you.

“WHAT WAS THAT??” Steven screams as you both run down the hallway.

“QUESTIONS LATER, ESCAPE, NOW.” You simply shouted back as a reply.

Instead of taking the elevator, you guys brisked down the stairs. Though your powers kept them in place, God knows how long before they breakfree.

You guys exit, heading onto the dark streets of London. You forcefully stole a man’s motorcycle in order to move away from the flat faster. “GET ON.” Steven was shocked as he watched you kick a man off of his own motorcycle.

He hesitates for awhile, scared that he might fly off the darn thing, but finally swings his legs onto either side of the motorbike. “Hang on.” You rev the motorcycle and felt Steven’s arms tightly wrap around your waist as you accelerated forward.

“ARE YOU A SUPERHERO??” He screams into your ear as you swerved from one lane to another. Avoiding the cars to get to your rented flat faster.

“YOU CAN CALL IT THAT.” A sharp left turn nearly makes Steven’s stomach drop.

“SO AN AVENGER?” He tightens his grasp around you again since you went over a speedbump without slowing down.

You were speeding like hell, luckily no actual officers were there to see, “NEWLY RECRUITED. SURE.” You responded as you neared your flat.

Once you halted the motorcycle, Steven immediately gets off and runs to the nearest trash bin. Vomitting and hurling all he ate. “You’ll be okay.” You adjust the Jacket Steven let you borrow as he stands up gains a better grasp of his surroundings.

“Yeah I’m alright.” He wipes his slobber with the hem of his shirt. Moving to your side as you enter into the lobby. It looked nicer than Steven’s and he felt a bit flushed that he just vomitted outside of it.

You grab his arm and swing it over your shoulder as your hand guides his back. Poor guy looked completely out of it, so supporting his walk was the best you could do.

When both of you got to the elevator, he leaned by the back. “I am Marc Spector.” His words make your head jolt back after you pushed the floor button. “But!” Before you could react he interjects. “Not exactly…”

“You better start making sense.” The ding of the elevator makes both of you exit the lift and enter the your apartment. You slam the door when once both of you finally made it in.

“Marc and I… we share the same body. Trust me its weird for me too… I just found out two days ago.” He found himself pacing again and it was getting on your nerves so you calmly asked him to sit on the couch.

“Same body…Different… people…” You simplified his statement outloud, making it seem like he was insane. Well it was a pretty wild idea but, anything is possible nowadays. And if what he was saying was true, you could see it with your not-so polished skills in mind reading.

“I know how it sounds but I am telling the truth.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“May I…” You sat beside him, carefully. “May I see?” Your question makes his face furrow down. What did you mean by ‘see’. Either way, he decided to nod and allow you to do whatever it was you were about to do. Your hands place themselves on his temple, so you could harness your powers better. Staring into his eyes.

As you focused your powers to look into his mind, you saw three strands of thought. One appeared to branch out to another one. Like they were all connected. Three brains in one.

“Woah.” Was all Steven heard as you kept him in place while your eyes stared into his. You have pretty eyes. He thought to himself. Sure, the circumstances kind of suck, but he could appreciate a pretty face if he wanted, right? You did compliment him earlier, and that hasn’t left his mind. You also saved him, so that’s another tick on the list of things Steven likes.

“You are such a fascinating person.” You were still holding his head, your lips slowly upturned as you dived deeper into each brain’s thoughts. You were impressed on how this person’s thoughts were wired and also ecstatic that your powers were capable of seeing this.

The image of Marc Spector joining the military, him drinking out with friends. Sadly, you couldn’t stop diving further. It was as if your powers were controlling you. Steven watched as your smile slowly faded. Your inner eyes formed tears. He was about to push your off of him but he was curious. What were you witnessing? Why was it making you sad?

Oh dear, you shouldn’t have pushed your powers. You saw someone who appeared to be Marc’s mother, spewing painful, degrading insults to a young kid. It flashes to a young Steven’s part of that memory which was him fixing the mess in his room. But then it switches again to Marc’s thoughts that you witnessed horrible, horrible abuse.

You felt your heart drop at the pit of your stomach and tried to pull out from the dive. It was too much, you were too far. You shouldn’t have visited that, you overstepped. Steven noticed that you were struggling and pulled your hands off of his temples and watched as you fell back onto the couch.

“Wh-what happened?” Steven helps you sit up as you tried your hardest to form coherent words. “Did you see read my mind? Did you see Marc?” His questions were so soft, filled with excitement with a hint of worry.

As you blinked, you felt your tears fall down onto your cheeks. “Steven…” Your first reaction was to push the hair that was crowding his face. You understood it now, Marc Spector wasn’t a man hiding from you or the Avengers. He was a man hiding from the pain. Steven just so happens to have been the only good thing that came out of that pain.

“Oh god Steven…” And the next reaction was to pull him in for a hug. This man you barely knew. This man who you literally were on a mission to look for, has touched your fragile, empathetic and hopeful heart.

Steven was confused with why you were hugging him so tightly. He felt your tears on his shoulder and heard your soft sniffles by his ear. His hands replicate the gesture and hug you as you both sat on the couch. “Mind if I ask what you saw, in me?”

You gently breakfree from the hug and gather yourself. “I… Marc is in there. So are you…” You were about to mention a third persona but halted when you remembered he had just found out about Marc two days ago. Poor guy didn’t need more to worry about.

“Why did you cry?” He lowers his head in order to look at your eyes properly. You looked down onto your lap.

“I-“ You stopped your words and tried your hardest to let him know as lightly as possible. “I’ll tell you everything soon, but for now… all I can say is-“ You lifted your eyes and met Steven’s who were attentively looking at you.

“You and Marc are not enemies. You saved him.” Your hand cups his cheek, “countless times over.” His hand reaches up to wrap around your forearm as he leaned into your palm.

“He saved me, too… I was about to get eaten in the museum loo by this big jackal-“

“I’m sorry what?” You abruptly stopped cooing his cheek and question what he meant.

“Sorry, this big mythical dog was about to eat me and he saved us by defeating it.” Steven continues like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Steven… how did he defeat a jackal?”

“He told me he…” He exhales, trying to form a proper response to your question. He didn’t exactly know the ins-and-outs of the situation, but he did know one thing. “He told me he was the avatar of Khonshu.”

“Khonshu?” You lift your head to the side, you were a bit rusty on your Egyptian Mythology but it wasn’t the worst. “The Bird God thing?”

“Yes! You know Egyptology?” He was excited to hear that you had knowledge about something he was passionate about. But he was getting off topic.

“Steven, stay on topic, what do you mean he’s the Avatar of that Bird God?” Before he could respond to your question, the scarab that was in his jean pocket bursts out and levitates for a few seconds.

Your eyes get distracted by it, making you look away from Steven as it hovers above the coffee table.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Once you looked back at Steven, it didn’t seem like him anymore. He had a stricter look glossed over his eyes. His jaw was tight while his lips were slightly parted. “Y/n, isn’t it?” A smirk appears as he speaks, “Nice to meet you… I’m Marc Spector.”

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Part 3

[void-writing]

Me as a teenager before I read about Egypt and Old Egypt: Oh, that's neat, Presly is a reborn prince.

Me after reading up: Oh. Oh dear. Something went deeply wrong since Rapses' soul is still on Earth rather than in the Afterlife!

I KNOW RIGHT!!

I need to rewatch the full series again (because I am to the point that I am starting to conflate details from the original canon and my own canon) but I'm certain that it's implied that Scarab went full "Set with Osiris' corpse" on Rapses' corpse (maybe to get at Rapses' now trapped soul after Scarab killed him, or to spite Amenhotep and the Guardians' efforts by denying Rapses his eternal rest), which is why Amenhotep had nothing to bury but an empty sarcophagus :(

Making sure that the body is properly mummified and buried is a BIG STINKING DEAL in ancient Egypt and if the body was lost or destroyed then the spirit wouldn't be able to find its way! Destroying the body (or the khat, as it was referred to) is like smashing the spirit's compass to pieces! It can't pass into the afterlife and become lost without the familiar touchstone of its earthly body!

(Honestly, really makes me wonder about what the procedure was for war times because I doubt the war dead could always be found, identified, and mummified before burial. Did ancient Egypt have their own version of dog tags? Did their beliefs have a loophole/special exception for dead soldiers whose bodies couldn't be recovered or treated? Were they just screwed if no one recovered their body before decomposition set in or the scavengers got to it? Another avenue of research to add to the ever growing pile, I suppose)

This is what I interpret to be the reason that Rapses' spirit wandered for so long. Poor boy was super lost!

So lost that he somehow managed to wander clear to the other side of the world and end up reincarnated in modern times. (Honestly, I'm unclear about how ancient Egyptian mythos regarded the idea of reincarnation. I'll have to do further research but I don't have time rn sadly, but from what I do know, it's not completely out of the realm of possibility)

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

A new work, A Memory of the Wishamster's Assistant by Mater_Tibi, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Original Character Death(s), Wishes, Humanity, Character Development, at the cost of gaining heavy feelings, haha give this a try please, scarab gets exposure therapy for humans but with one person, i did not flesh this OC out please accept her like the drifting leaf in the wind that she is"

You can read it here:

Today, Scarab learns about compassion :]/silly. THIS WAS SO GOOD AAAAAUUUUUGH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THAT STUPID BUG MAN (AFFECTIONATE) !!!

NSFW works are below the cut :].

Blackened Heart, Blackened Soul, by Rachrar, was updated today, with 4/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Priest/Demon AU, Priest Scarab, Demon Prismo, Catholicism, Religious Guilt, Slow Burn, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cock Piercing, Dacryphilia, Virginity, I tagged the kinks even though it might be a bit until they happen so nobody is surprised, More may be added however, Self-Flagellation, Coming Untouched"

You can read it here:

OK who traumatised my bug man who let this happen/j. HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO LOOK PRISMO IN THE EYE NOW. THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER ??? SOMEONE HELP HIM PLEASE/lh. MY POOR BOY

Interlinked, by Finn565, was updated today, with 3/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions of Violence, with additional tags "Human AU, Blade Runner AU, I played pretty lose with the lore so forgive me for that, Violence, not too gorey tho, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Orbo is a piece of shit, sorry I just made him that way in this fic"

You can read it here:

FINN AND FIONNA CAMEO YEAAAAAAAH !! We are getting closer to prismo soon >:]c oooh I'm so excited for this fic !! I love ruthless Scarab <3

[krwzprtt]

Blue Beetle rewrite

So, I didn't like Blue Beetle. I thought it lacked cohesion, its attempts to include social issues was limited to unsubtle lip-service, it didn't have interesting themes and arcs, and the plot managed to be both over AND under exposited. However, it wasn't terrible, and the few crumbs and stuff that was there left me (and @garnetrena with whom i discussed it extensively) with ideas on how to make the story work.

There are two big points I would have adressed. First, if they were going to include elements from Ted Kord's version of Blue Beetle...they just should have had Ted Kord to link the two universes together. COuld have done kind of like the ant-man movie, but with a power imbalance in favor of the apprentice since Jaime actually attunend to the Scarab. Two, and it's a BIG ONE, i noticed a few throwaway lines like "we turned the other cheeks, now it's time to kick butt", "turn our pain into strenght", the grandma's revolutionary past, and all the clear references to real-life class struggle especially on immigrant community, but none of those actually end up relevant to the actual themes and plot of the movie.

So, here's my pitch for Blue Beetle but better:

Instead of focusing on family, there's a big emphasis on community and on how it's persecuted by the ruling class embodied by Kord industries. Take inspiration from "They Live" with mass police evictions (emphasis on the police).

The locals mention the Blue Beetle (Ted Kord's) as a past hero, and it got a bit of folk hero status.

The OMAC (a less extreme version, presumably), instead of being destined for nebulous armies, are marketed as a police initiative (kinda like in Robocop), with Kord using racist/classist fearmongering to push the need for it.

Jaime standing up for Jaime as setup for why the Scarab choses him: willingness to face authority despite the risk.

At some point, Jaime still gets the Scarab somehow, and we end up meeting Ted, now a jaded washout. He explained that his superheroing was bog-standard crime-fighting, until he realized how his company was making money (perhaps no arms yet, but still gross exploitation). At which point he felt powerless and quit, as he still thinks of corporations as unstoppable.

Jaime starts superheroing to defend his community from things like environmental racism or police persecution. The people love him, but he's pretty quickly branded a dangerous activist. He gets cold feet from the hypocritical presentation of legitimacy from Kord.

Character arc is accepting that radicalism is neccessary (thanks to Revolutionary Grandma), ends up with destruction of OMAC factory. Maybe not murder of Victoria as to keep moral compass not too muddy. Ends up getting Ted along with, who's too old to fight, but can serve as mission control, pilot, and gadget giver.

Kord industries is NOT reformed, and still presented as main force against Jaime, now basically branded a terrorist but applauded by the people. Jenny stays in Kord as a mole. The Blue Beetle & team is now full-on about radical change and fighting systemic problems.

...ok i do realize it's a "you baked a completely different cake" situation, and sure, there's no way hollywood would make it, but hey a girl can dream, can't she?

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Dear Priestess

A Khonshu x reader fanfic PT3 finale

PT1 here PT2 here

And they just disappeared, Marc didn't come to yell at you, all your calls went into voicemail and Khonshu wasn't telling you anything, you would even go as far as to say that he ordered his knight to keep you in the shadows. It wasn't the first time they had done this, both of them liked to run away from their feelings which tasked you with looking for them and help them with whatever was their problem. You were sick of such immaturity and secrecy, and if it wasn't because this time you felt like they really needed help you would have stayed on London. You sat on the floor with your legs crossed and your staff resting horizontally on top of your knees, the soft sand Infront of you that you got thanks to Khonshu started getting drawn on by an invisible force, the shape of two pyramids made you sight out the frustration from your body.

—Of course it's fucking Egypt.

You got up without cleaning the sand on the floor fearing that any more minutes not spent on getting closer to them would only drive them further from you. The only thing you grabbed was a backpack and as you looked inside the closet the shine from a metallic box caught your eyes, inside you found one syringe filled with some liquid you could remember what exactly it was, nonetheless you added it to your luggage along with a comically large amount of cigarettes. In no time you landed on Cairo, stomping your way thru the city with an expression so severe anyone would think they were looking at a demon, you didn't even bother to get a room as you had resolved that you would find Marc to land a punch on his face and maybe even scold Khonshu.

Setting out into the city with the living sin that was your backpack you rented a 4x4 to look thru the dessert, your staff on one of your hands worked like a compass showing you were to go, on the hour that you had been traveling through the dunes without fear there where at least three empty boxes or cigarettes on the back seat, and now four as you opened a new on. Finally you found them, Layla and Marc we're discussing but stoped when they saw you pull up, of course they didn't know it was you so Marc summoned the suit, if only he knew how his decision would turn out on his favor. The anger in your body manifested itself by opening the door for you so you wouldn't lose one second of your precious time, he didn't even register you before you practically punched his teeth our of his mouth, you even made him fall on the ground from the shear force of impact.

—This is your fault—you sentenced, stretching out your hand to help him stand.

—Who is this Marc?—questioned Layla, she didn't look one bit mad at you..

—This—he took your hand, it was impossible to stay mad at you—This is Khonshu's priestess, Dr (f/n) (l/n).

You walked past him over to Layla and shook her hand, you had heard so much about her from Marc, you heard that she was smart, beautiful and knowledgeable on every aspect of life. Part of what he told you about her you corroborated on one look, everything else was checked when you glanced at the cloth scattered on the bonnet of the truck, you didn't exactly know why they needed this yet it felt like it was somehow either Marc's or Steven's fault.

—Steven lost the scarab—said Layla, about to summarize the last weeks—So we're trying to find the tomb of a pharaoh to get to Ammit's ushebti before Harrow, or at least stop him before he releases her.

—Put on the suit again Marc.—you said, he obeyed oblivious to the punches you aimed at him, and he just took them, surprisingly understanding of how you felt—You better let Steven front before I force him to.

As soon as he heard those words he got angry, he definitely didn't need another Layla to tell him who should take the body a who shouldn't, Marc threw a tantrum and ripped of the mirror of the truck, if only you got a cent every time he threw one of those you should be rich by now, then he grabbed the pieces of cloth and walked a few steps before doing what you both told him. Steven arranged them perfectly to form a constellation that Layla scanned on her tablet and next the sky, yet it didn't work.

—It's not that easy.—you said walking to them—The position of the stars varies thru time, but don't worry, I know someone who can help.

Khonshu appeared on the perfect moment as if you two had rehearsed this before, you did rehears a few cool lines you though you could use but this wasn't one of them. Like the dramatic god he was he didn't acknowledge any of you as he just walked towards a dune, it was at moments like this were you cursed your sharp intuition seeing as you didn't like where this was going, especially since you knew what the price of changing the night sky was and you weren't ready to loose him, you wanted to refuse, to find another way, but there wasn't. So all that was left was to accept his destiny, to make his sacrifice worth it, and as he slowly disappeared you called out to him, he reached out to you yet before you could grab him he was gone. Your unconscious body dropped to the floor of the pyramid of Giza, Khonshu's last effort was to put you put of harms way, Marc and Layla knew how to fend for themselves but you didn't, you were to volatile and careless when angry. He couldn't loose you.

You woke up, feeling as light as a feather, you looked around you to find your old apartment and there was a body looming over papers and books, the body of a younger you was studying, this final was one you couldn't forget, this was the third time you were studying for it. On the corner of the room Khonshu was sitting on your bed looking at you with an air of proudness surrounding him. Once again your were moved somewhere else, this place the source of your nightmares, the inside of a church. The caskets of your parents were infront of you and behind you was your family crying, yet the you of that moment wasn't crying, you just looked at the casket as if you couldn't believe that they were dead and you couldn't even when you walked towards it and opened the lid. Your family screamed to you and dragged you away from them, the faces of your parents had been partially reconstructed and were missing chunks of bone and flesh, even if their eyes were glued shut you noted that your father was missing one. Your ghostly face looked away from the other you that was being dragged out of the church and looked up, behind the casket stood your god, sadness dancing on his cold features as you opened your eyes to notices you had shifted places once more. This time you opened your eyes to your current body, it was laying there on the ground, color drained from it's face as if it was nothing more that a corpse and perhaps it was. There was a noise that caught your attention, Layla saw your body and moved to it to start shaking it in desperation, the way she herself was shaking caught you by surprise it was as if she was your childhood friend and you couldn't take it, the way your core pained forced you back into your body and with one big gulp of air you came back to life. As Layla hugged you, you looked around to all of the ushebtis displayed and there it was, your god's ushebti calling out to you made you stand on your shaky legs, Layla soon came to your aid and supported you as you waddled to it, you paused scared at the million bad thoughts that moved on your mind clouding your judgment. Seen this, Layla took it and gave you his ushebti, she wanted for you to hurry and brake it but she wasn't going to tell you. Finally you lifted your right arm were the stone rested and threw to the ground with all of your strength.

—I do not sense Marc Spector in this world—said the newly released Khonshu, with his release came back the strength you had lost—Yet my priestess is alive.

—Bad weeds never die—you answered looking up to him, with power came anger and you needed to dispose of it—I don't care whether you are going to become anyone's avatar or not Layla, I just hope to fight by your side—she nodded in response.

The both of you runned on different directions, you tried to find somewhere that led you outside, it was still the middle of the day, you weren't meant to fight but you would do anything for your god, soon enough there was a loud noise and followed by the walls shaking, you runned until you found a room with a part of it's wall destroyed that showed you the night sky, from afar you saw Marc flying. Placing your staff between the cracks on the floor you summoned your robes, with not your hands grabbing onto the staff a flow of power from both the moon and monument lit carvings on the ground as you performed a small spell, a spell that placed an illusion to any ousiders as it would be detrimental for normal people if they saw any more spiritual nonsense. Now into the real deal, you ripped off your staff from the ground to move outside of the pyramid, on the top of it was Harrow feeding Ammit, 'there has to be something I can do', you thought as you moved slowly towards him before you stoped on you tracks when you saw Marc at the same time as Harrow, as these two started fighting you runned up to the top with the whisting of your lungs ringing on your ears. On the top you saw a sight that you thought only the gods or the avengers would see, Kaiju sized Ammit and Khonshu fight against each other, and you hated to admit it, but your god didn't stance a chance against her. You took a look behind you as you bathed on the light of the moon, the grip on your staff creating glowing cracks on it. This was such a bad idea but for you god you would do anything. You walked as far back as you could and sprinted before taking the highest jump any human could make, you copied the way in which Marc grabbed his cape to put yourself on the perfect posicion as you were about to commit sacrilege.

—May god forgive you, 'cause I sure fucking won't!—you screamed drawing Ammit's attention to you and before she could even lift up her arms you pierced her left eye with the spear, releasing all of the power stored in it on one go.

This power backfired on you as it sent you flying in the air on the direction of the city, maybe this plan wasn't such a bad idea as you saw Marc struggling to fight off Harrow and Layla cornered while being shot at, so with outmost care you landed and walked up to Harrow light on your feet. 'if only I had brought that syringe' you idealized as it materialized on your hand, once close enough you stabbed him on the neck with it and unloaded it's content onto his bloodstream, just as he was turning around you punched him in the face, the satisfaction of doing so sending you back to the first time you saw him. Yet it all came to a halt when you saw who you thought it was Marc massacre the guys who were shooting at Layla, then he looked at Harrow and up to you, you could swear that wasn't neither Marc nor Steven on control, but he was dangerous and ready to kill Harrow and you couldn't allow that, he wasn't about to take the easy way out after killing so many people.

—Don't protect him querida—he threatened you.

—I just blinded a god, what makes you think you can boss me around knight?—he definitely could take you on a fight, but with the full moon you could play with his mind as if it was a toy.

He runned at you but before he could do anything you hit him in the chest with your open hand, forcing Marc to front.

—There is no time to talk—You said before Marc could even open his mouth, looking at Layla and freeing her with a swift movement of your hand you pointed at your back to Ammit dragging Khonshu's body—I trust one of you knows how to beat CrocoGodzilla?

—We have to trap her in a mortal body—she answered and looked at Harrow, you liked whatever she was thinking.

Once again drawing power from the moon the three of you took Harrow's body back to the pyramid, Layla and Marc locked hands as they started chanting, you stood behind Harrow's head and with your staff held high chanted as well.

Ammit had finally been imprisoned, Khonshu came back to the room and ordered Marc to end it, to kill them and even though you moved out of his way you didn't like that idea one bit, neither did Layla, who voiced her complain. Marc was right on saying that he wouldn't do it, he looked at you hoping that you would say no as well and you did. Your god was angry, you felt it, yet you first celebrated Marc's and Steven's release and then walked outside noticing the damage that the fight between the gods made, you lamented the fact that such an incredible monument was caught on the cross-fire, but before you could notice anything else you saw him, sitting on one of the destroyed rocks, walking over to him and standing in front of him you put your hand on his chest, looking for any torn bendages or stab wounds without hearing the choked gasp that left Khonshu.

—I know you are angry and disappointed—you said and looked up to him, your hand still on his chest, hoping that it would bring him any support—But I also know that you have something under your sleeve.

—You know me too well.

Long time after that day, you were seating inside a limousine next to Khonshu waiting for Jake to bring Ammit and Harrow to you, you couldn't help but admire the way your god looked, if he showed up on cameras you would have already taken at least a hundred pictures of him.

—You have no shame dear—he said with a chuckle, your eyes still locked on him.

—I could say the same to you, that's Steven's suit you're wearing.

—Don't name that worm again—answered Khonshu while grabbing your chin.

The sound of the door closing turned you face to the body infront of you, Ammit laughed after seeing you sitting next to him.

—Oh please Khonshu, you have fallen for a human?—she said and laughed some more.

—I have and let me remind you Ammit, this human stabbed your eye—you resisted a smile with all your might.

You and Ammit were definitely surprised by your god's answer, she wanted to add another comment but you were told to step out of the car, once outside you lit up a cigarette and walked to the other passenger side of the car as you saw the flashes of the gun. 'Honestly, why order me to get out? I have seen far worse things than a man being shot' you thought as you sat on the passenger seat.

—No smoking on my car, querida—said Jake, you threw your half smoked cigarette out the window, next you blew the smoke from your lungs to his face—charming.

You didn't like Jake Lockley one bit, but you loved Khonshu.

[ltwilliammowett]

All Sailor had tattoos back then, do you have any? And if so, which ones if I may ask or are you planning one?

Hi, I am actually tattooed in two places. Firstly I have a part of the map of middle earth on my right upper leg and then I have my left forearm decorated with flowers, an arrow, a compass rose and a motto. Eventually it will all become one continuous sleeve, with a portrait of Persephone on the upper arm, which will later fade into waves on the shoulder. A frigate will then be placed there and end in a scarab with a pyramid on the back of the neck. Sounds a bit wild, I know, but they are all stages in my life.

[thrownsoul]

repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !

★  ⸻   COMPASSION: 10/10. there is no limit.

★  ⸻   BITTERNESS: 6/10. generally sublimated under guilt.

★  ⸻   HAPPINESS: 3/10 at a resting state.

★  ⸻   POLITENESS: 6/10. alice tends to say what she really thinks and feels, regardless of tact. she can read a sensitive situation, and if she sees she's hurt someone's feelings she'll back up real quick, and she's kind, but those are not necessarily upfront customer service skills.

★  ⸻   MORALITY: 5/10. she has a strong sense of right and wrong, but her moral compass has always been weird. not to put too fine a point on it, but she has killed a lot of people. even returning to earth, where she never wants to hurt anyone like she did for the reach again, she will use lethal force in a fight and befriend people who do likewise. she aggressively treats other people as her equals, no matter who they are and what they've done and what power they have or don't have. but god help you if you lie to her face.

★  ⸻   CHIVALRY: 8/10. alice could be your knight in shining armor.

★  ⸻   PRIDE: 6/10, maybe. she keeps a stubborn spark alive even when her self-esteem is, to put it kindly, through the floor.

★  ⸻   HONESTY: 9/10. she doesn't lie. but she lets you think you know more about her than you do.

★  ⸻   BRAVERY: 10/10. that's what got her into this mess.

★  ⸻   RECKLESSNESS: 10/10. that's also what got her into this mess. she knows she should learn from it, but she keeps going into the burning building, again and again.

★  ⸻   AMBITION: 3/10, dropped from a much higher number when she was a student. after her abduction alice is constitutionally incapable of planning for the future. she is, however, tenacious, so watch out.

★  ⸻   LOYALTY: 8/10. here she does have limits, but they're hard to reach.

★  ⸻   LOVE: 10/10. she isn't a romantic, but she comes from the jedi school (sorry) that defines compassion as unconditional love.

★  ⸻   SENSE OF FAMILY: 7/10. her biological family bonds were once her main anchor and are now pretty well severed, beyond her knowledge of how to (or having a right to) repair. you can see the remnants; she conceptualizes her friends as family, sometimes deliberately. but she's aware that this is shorthand, and not always useful.

★  ⸻   ATTRACTIVENESS: 10/10. i make the rules here on my blog.

★  ⸻   AGILITY: 9/10 but understand that if scarab were to go dormant — not even physically removed, just inactive — her body would be completely fucked.

★  ⸻   SEX DRIVE: 7/10. unsurprisingly her history with bodily autonomy sometimes manifests in a high sex drive, but it's not the only outlet.

stole from @lifeforms tagging @glacierfront @soulmissed (whichever applicable) @milehighmechanic and whomever else!

[lyman-garfiel]

so you ship your oc with scarab? for clarification? tell me more about that dynamic ??

HI!! I NEED YOU TO KNOW I STARTED CLAWING AT MY SCREEN AGAIN WHEN RECEIVING THIS ASK!!

Scaraman has been  living in my brain for months now. There is a LOT going on with them, good god, So the best way I can describe their dynamic is they bond over mutual hate.

Lyman is in a job position where he has to be the therapist for,,,,,anyone who comes to him and it has drained his ability to feel compassion for other people, this job was orbo’s idea and he fucking hates that ball for it. [also he runs a tavern as part of his job, listen it just..,makes sense ] He also has his own reasons to dislike Prismo. They are petty reasons as Lyman is a petty person but reasons nonetheless. so, to explain lyman’s character before I get into his dynamic with scarab, he is forced to be polite and supportive despite the fact he hates everybody, he is a ticking time bomb of bottled up rage in need of therapy.

This is why Scarab peaked his interest, though Scarab only came to the tavern on a job Lyman immediately wanted to know more about him, and the two started hanging out past closing and it just kinda went “oh yeah that guy you hate? Yeah I hate him too” and they kinda develop an ‘us against them mentality’. They feel more “real” around each other not having to put a front up when they are together causing them to become really close friends and it slowly develops into a romantic relationship because these bitches BOTH INEPT WHEN IT COMES TO DISCUSSING HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT ANOTHER BEING.

They have a mutual respect for eachother but lyman specifically is,,,,,,an asshole..and will be the first guy to scold Scarab on any dumb decision he makes [affectionately of course], These girlies both have severe anger issues superiority complexes to the point they’d wear matching suits to their anger management classes <3.

Scarab is the one entity who knows Lyman for Lyman and not  the cheery kind facade he legally has to put up around people. Meaning he is the only one who knows Lyman is 5 seconds away from snapping at any given moment and he respects Lyman’s ability to have been calm this long Despite the fact my guy is shaking like a chihuahua with repressed anger. Also lyman is like,,,,the one guy scarab is intimidated by Enough that he’ll actually listen to him. Since Lyman feels like he can be himself around scarab he actually enjoys letting the bug man vent to him, the ONE time lyman enjoys being a therapy lizard is with his wife, and honestly,,,,,,,,,,,good god Scarab needs somebody like that in his life.

Lyman’s first impressions on scarab was a whole ‘good god this bug man is pretty’ since his first time meeting Scarab was him capturing an entity that was hiding in his tavern, so he was very starstruck by the guy at first [haha burn pygmalion reference my whole lyman fic is based on burn pygmalion]. When they began talking near weekly? Depending on how busy scarab was he felt more like he was letting a friend vent to him than a client which is why he started to catch feelings for the one guy he felt real around, to this day he has no clue how he snagged a bad bitch but he WILL rub it in everyone's faces! he does have a problem with being a tad bit overprotective after the events of fnc [which he was present for in the au i’m writing very slowly yet have the details all in my head and if expanded on here this post would be 10x more long] and it does bother scarab a LOT at first, but they work out their problems after,,,,time room enforced marriage counseling. Lyman cherishes scarab so much and when not scolding him on being reckless as hell he’s showering the guy in compliments, he’s a lot more verbal with is affections compared to scarab who is more physical and relies on gift giving while lyman will just rant on how much Scarab deserves the world since he’s such a hard worker only to be fucked over by their boss constantly. Lyman is a chronic shit-talker with people he’s close to and Scarab is a chronic listener to the shit talking.

They have,,,,,,,,a LOT of issues that get ironed out as the story progresses [if i ever get around to writing the damned fic] there's a real beginning middle and end to their story all with different dynamics but to summarize the end of their journey they become a lot more open with each other and due to a sudden restraining order Orbo placed on lyman after the lizard finally did fuckong snap he got promoted to auditor as,,,,good god that lizard needs to kick some people’s asses before the goes through with the death threats he gave his boss. And him and scarab become like,,,,,,,,,, like that scene in the fnaf movie where chica’s cupcake is mauling the guy while she just stands there and glares at the next victim,,,,yeah yeah thats them!