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@resurrxit
#RESURRXIT—— independent & private ( mutuals only ) Anck-Su-Namun from 'The Mummy' & 'The Mummy Returns' established July 2022 — re-established 2026. canon divergent, overall portrayal is my own interpretation & heavily headcanon based.
carrd. resurrected by rae ( 30+, she/her ) warning: blog may contain triggering content.
Reblog this is your muse has straight up actually died
Optional: they’ve returned from the dead
If*. It's bugging me.
@resurrxit sent : [ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees. + reverse
Nothing seems to belong to her anymore. Least of all this body. With a shapeshifter's senses, she's keenly aware of every inch; keenly aware that it seems to be wrong, that it's not hers but a thing she is wearing for a time--although Meela said it was her body, that it was the selfsame body she'd died in, and...
"Get on your knees," she says softly. "Please."
Meela sinks down before her.
This is the only place where Meela's words feels true: that this body belongs to her. She knows it's hers because of how it comes alive to see those dark eyes looking up at her, how her skin heats, how electricity starts to dance up every limb to pool crackling in the pit of her belly, sharp, hot, biting, eager; how sensation ripples through her when she's touched by those hands, so powerful, but so soft; how it seems, finally, at the peak of pleasure, to be one with itself--if only for an instant.
She cups Meela's face between her hands. "You're so beautiful like this." Her voice is velvety, tender and sweet as the brush of her thumbs down Meela's cheeks before she releases her. Larissa leans back against the edge of the desk, letting it take her weight. She draws the hem of her skirt up, inch by inch, over her thighs; she shows her, at last, the black lace she's wearing under everything. Already damp. Of course.
"Take them off." She holds that gaze. "Slowly."
IT'S THE SCENT THAT ILLUMINATES HER INITIAL SENSES as knees bend down before reaching their destination upon the floor. Both hands instinctually running up the length of her Mistress' legs, fingertips upon the back of her thighs at the same instant lips come to part and begin to salivate. Her eyes glance upwards, meeting Larissa's own even for a brief moment. It's good to feel her again. Wondering if her touch feels like brand new; as if for the first time.
Meela understands what fresh skin feels like to a new encountered vessel, even when familiar; the nerves become alive again after death. The feeling quite sensational under the right touch. With face cupped, her face turns for lips to press against the palm of Larissa's hand, gently caressing it with her own cheek.
It's clear that she had missed her, terribly.
Even when the taller woman leans back upon the desk and Meela's hands are forced to be slightly shifted, their eyes lock again and breath hitches at the demand. That black lace does not go unnoticed between gazes, the tip of her tongue gliding against the edge of her own teeth. ❝ As you wish. ❞ Accent laced with appreciation as fingers rise and slowly roll between skin and lace. Thumbs rolling fabric at the same instant she moves herself forward, allowing lips to press upon the other's inner thigh and does what she's told; lowering slowly, inch by inch the very fabric of black lace until she's finally able to discard them fully.
@scyftan gets a starter.
GUILT PLAGUED UPON THE PROTECTOR'S CONSCIOUS. The entirety of her job relied solely on ensuring the principle's safety and in that, she inevitably failed. Nevermore was doomed, sacrificed into its own vulnerability and divinity. It would be resurrected, surely in its own way, but never quite the same. There was still a duty to uphold, one Meela took seriously. She would make sure all was right in the way it was meant to be with Larissa Weems' life fully secured and intact, regardless of what it would take in the process.
Lives lost and other sacrifices made, another principle takes hold of a hierarchy unfathomable; the show must go on, as they say. But so too, does the divine deceased. The underlining workings of a magick far beyond teaching in todays day and age. A magick, forgotten. Meela holds these stories well; holds the promise of resurrection within the grasp of fingertips that surge a power beyond recognition or understanding. She was once a product of such divinity on more than one occasion and knows it to be true, yet so few realize it's potential the way that she does. ❝ Rise — انهضي يا حبيبتي. Rise. انهضي يا حبيبتي. Anhadi ya habibati. ❞ Larissa's body lies upon the marble slab, Anck's hands clutching upon the Book of the Dead, eyes scanning to ensure that every proper method has been put into place. ❝ انهضي يا حبيبتي. ❞
NEVERMORE. Anck Su Namun—— known as Meela, in today's world, lives within the confines of Nevermore as Principle Larissa Weems' personal body guard. A resurrected mummy with the powers to control certain elements of earth as well as being able to subtly control visions, holds the capacity of necromancy but not without sacrifice. Countering Weems' demise in season 1 of Wednesday, Meela held her ground and remained conscious of the proper next steps that could bring the principle back to life. This would of course, take some time, as no resurrection is possible within a matter of seconds. Time and patience would eventually come to fruition and Larissa Weems, in her own body, would find itself attached to its soul again under the protection of Anck Su Namun and the powers of the Old Gods.
Kazuyoshi Nomashi
The messenger with a ram’s head, third door of the Kingdom of Osiris, chapter 144 of the Book of the Dead. Tomb of Nefertari (QV66), Valley of the Queens, West Thebes.
The ritual that had been completed by Imhotep to bring back Anck Su Namun’s soul into the reincarnated body of Meela, was incomplete. Although the jars of her organs had been present, there was no real sacrifice made in order to give Anck Su Namun full control over Meela’s body nor her mind. It was a shared vessel between two souls, with Meela being a secondary source with the capability to take over when choosing to. At first, there had been no reason for her to and she welcomed Anck Su Namun like an embrace. But when the time came to save Imhotep in the end, her cowardice became dominant. Meela’s soul fought back, refusing to let Anck Su Namun save the man she loved and risk death. To contrary belief that it was in fact, Anck Su Namun who left him to die : it’s been proven that she would both die and kill for Imhotep. She has and did risk her own life to be with him, trusting him to resurrect her. Meela however, did not have the same heart or love for Imhotep as Anck Su Namun did, which is why Meela fled in that moment of resistance. When Meela fell into the scarab pit, both souls inevitably perished.
schitt’s creek sentence meme / episodes 3.11 – 3.13 feel free to change pronouns, tenses, wording, etc etc for your muse.
“In my defense, I did not know he was a substitute teacher.”
“Please don’t go down that path again.”
“She doesn’t look like a horse, she just talks about them a lot.”
“You gotta go to the store and get something to deal with that now!”
“This is the last time I take a pity selfie with ________.”
“Your hair’s in a ponytail that’s.. fantastic!”
“I’m not used to that level of kindness.”
“I’m going to ignore that passive aggression.”
“Mama Oprah would be very proud of us.”
“What about a platonic sleepover?”
“That is almost entirely correct.”
“I know that town beautification is kind of your thing.”
“I’m flattered beyond all reason.”
“The whole town is named after me.”
“As much as I’d love to contribute to the population growth of this town by way of teen pregnancies, I must decline.”
“I truly appreciate the gesture.”
“It’s liquid moisturizer for your body so, um, no. You can’t drink them.”
“What do we think body milk is, if not milk for your body?”
“We have way too much work to do today for me to feel attacked by way of an imbalanced social dynamic.”
“You’ve been domesticated beyond recognition.”
“It’s not like you haven’t overreacted to bad news in the past.”
“This is probably the most intimate thing I’ve ever done.”
“For some reason, I pictured you living underground.”
“I don’t recall you ever telling me about that chapter in your life.”
“I’m sorry, but is that a soft but affirm indication that you miss me?”
“I just see two de-shelled hard-boiled eggs in a bag. Should I be scared for you?”
“The vodka’s in the freezer.”
“As much as I love the spotlight, sometimes it’s just best to step aside.”
“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but I think it’ll make him really happy to make you happy.”
“I shouldn’t have eaten those eggs.”
“I can’t believe I’m trapped under a blanket with you knowing you ate those eggs.”
“Unlike you and I, he’s extremely generous without any ulterior motive.”
“I’d rather not attach my name to a gift I had no hand in selecting.”
“Some people have nice, clean mouths and others have sloppy mouths.”
“Rarely has that been a recipe for success.”
“We should be able to have an adult kiss from time to time.”
“I had to delete groupon from my phone, because three vacuums is enough vacuums.”
“You’d think there’d be more of a market for oversized portraits of other people’s families.”
“I was just verbally assaulted by a woman in the line outside.”
“This says foot cream on it. What happens if I put it on my hands?”
“Don’t waste your time thinking about those human vultures.”
“I didn’t tell you because I don’t want you to come.”
“Has your family ever forgotten your birthday?”
“I plan on popping a pill, crying in bed, and falling asleep early.”
“I like having you here.”
“I’m gonna have to look at those photos before you share them or post them.”
“I was getting scared that I was going to let you leave without us having kissed. So, thank you, for letting that happen.”
“We can talk whenever you’d like, just preferably not before 10am.”
☥ — Verses I would like to sneak Anck / Meela into:
Wednesday / Addams Family Agatha All Along Buffy / Angel Yellowjackets Supernatural
medjahi:
There had been no real thought at first about taking his current path. He had wondered, though, what he would do to spend the time that he had after the events in London with the O’Connell family. But knowing that despite time passing by, it didn’t mean that evil and those that sought it out would stop or change. And as the years went on, the Medjai were no longer a thing and had all but disbanded, leaving no ancient order to protect the world from whatever may come. So that’s when Ardeth came about the idea of his organization, knowing that someday there would come a time when they would be needed.
For now, they simply trained and attended private events to keep the peace. It was decent enough work and allowed him to pass the time with ease. But now with Meela ( Anck-Su-Namun somedays but always there regardless ) under his care, he was a rather busy man. Which was fine with the Medjai as it kept him on the move, never leaving him bored or in place for too long. And as he watched the other, head tilted to the side as wondered what it was like to have two souls in one vessel.
The smirk grew more bold at her scoff, knowing full well that she could easily take on and out every man in that room and not break a sweat. However her question gave him pause, smirk falling as he pondered her question. “Not many women have stepped forward,” he replied after a moment of thought as he made his way back over to the room, eyes glancing in to watch the men go through the exercise. “I would imagine they would fear a strong and powerful woman,” he added, “that is something I have noticed in my years; men do not like strong women. But,” he paused, attention turning to Meela, “I’m sure you could bring them around, show them a thing or two. I’m sure we could find you an official title that could draw in more women.”
THE BEGINNING OF HIS WORDS DID NOT PHASE HER, for even in her time did men fear strong women. It was why she did all that she could to ensure she was titled to protect the Pharaoh, why she was in charge of training his daughter. A contradiction perhaps, though at the time, it had been of her own volition to keep the other warriors at bay. A stretch of sorts, to ensure that her stature was firmly placed in the eyes of a patriarchal society. Without that, she would be nothing more than Pharaoh's concubine.
What amazed her now was that nothing had changed in that status. ❝ How disappointing. ❞ She muttered under her breath, though loud enough for him to hear. When he went towards the window again, she followed and stood directly behind him, palm of her hand resting upon his back. Brows furrowing as he continued to speak, head tilting slightly to the side as she looked to him then. ❝ You would allow this? ❞ She asked, her interest peaked at such a notion. Though she had to wonder if the others would take kindly to her as a figure of authority to them.
Several years had passed since her resurrection and yet, she was still familiarizing herself with this new world. ❝ I would like that very much. ❞ Lips spread into a smile, attention turning back to the men in the room, watching as they trained and yearning to join them. Regardless of whether or not they would fear her, there was hope that she could be the beginning of change in this new era. ❝ What would you have me do, exactly? ❞
