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@shawky
❛ introducing SETH [ #SHAWKY ] , 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙 , 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒓 , the man who found the lost tomb of Μέγας Αλέξανδρος , the man who now searches for the ancient 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 [...] rumored to lie beneath 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔵 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔦𝔷𝔞 .
an independent , low activity blog for an original character . written by chuckles , she/her , 27 . MUTUALS ONLY , 21+ .
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Tomb of Ankhtifi who was governor of Hierakonpolis during the First Intermediate Period. SECRETS OF THE DEAD (2019) — (17.06) Egypt’s Darkest Hour
¿Cómo es posible que sienta nostalgia por un mundo que no conocí?
The Motorcycle Diaries (Diarios de Motocicleta) (2004) dir. Walter Salles
“ i’ve learned that it’s best not to question things like this. WHAT IF IT LEFT US ALONE BECAUSE WE’RE UGLY? i would hate learning that. ” he’s trying to make light of an incredibly confusing situation, one that he’s happy to leave behind and expect some incredibly overdramatic song about in the coming years. THE DRAGONBORN, SO MIGHTY AND STRONG THAT NOT EVEN THE DRAUGR DARE TO ATTACK HIM. it’s enough to make him chuckle!
“ what did you need in that deep, dark crypt anyways? you hardly seem to be a sword collector. or a purveyor of dust. is there a particular tome you were seeking? ” perhaps it’s because ásgeirr has only found himself in this kind of place at the request of others. the dragonstone of bleak falls barrow for farengar, whiteun’s court wizard. the horn of jurgen windcaller, deep within the ruins of ustengrav. and now here, for shor knows what. ásgeirr makes a mental note to avoid crypts in his own personal time. “ no, let me guess. it’s your ideal vacation spot. ”
❝ speak for yourself , my friend . ❞ at last the terror in his voice begins to recede , tugging away to reveal faint amusement , camaraderie , attempts at bonding with the dragonborn standing beside him . ❝ and i — i'm looking for one of those claws . you know . the things that open nordic puzzle doors . my extensive research has led me to this crypt . ❞ shawky keeps his voice low just in case , afraid to awaken another terrifying draugr and send them into another wave of battle ( or , at least , send ásgeirr into one — all shawky does is duck behind a wall and fire off spells from a safe distance ) . ❝ but if we cannot manage a full exploration of the place , i'll have to . . . either come back later with a full blown army , or try and open the door another way . I'VE COME CLOSE to replicating a dragon claw myself in my own time , but nothing seems to work . ❞ shawky carefully steps over the fallen remains of an already-defeated draugr and cringes . ❝ what do you think ? IS IT WORTH TRYING FOR , or should i give up ? i imagine the door in question hides a great many valuable things to you , dragonborn . . . might be worth your while to help me after all . ❞
"... WHERE ARE WE?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
what is this place, anyway?
why did you bring me here?
this is it? this is what you've been talking about this whole time?
i'm not sure where we are.
do you have any idea where this is?
does anything look familiar to you?
i could have sworn we came this way.
we've been walking in circles.
should we split up or keep moving?
do you have any idea where we are?
this isn't good. this doesn't look familiar.
that's the third time we've passed that tree.
bit dark in here, isn't it?
are you sure you know where we're going?
what did i just step into?
should we press on?
i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.
i thought you said you knew where to go.
where are you taking me?
if we just sit right here and wait, someone will come looking for us.
have you ever been here before?
you seem familiar with this place.
i don't recognize anything.
i knew we made a wrong turn back there.
you've been leading us in circles.
this isn't my street.
that house doesn't look familiar.
do you have a map?
we're already lost. i'm not planning on getting even more lost.
maybe we should ask for directions.
i don't think we should have come here.
my phone's dead. do you have service?
we could try retracing our steps.
could you help me try and figure out where we are?
oh my god. we're going to die out here.
quick! look for familiar landmarks.
i've never been here before.
oh no. i'm staying right here and waiting for help.
is this the place you've been talking about?
so... where is here?
of course. just my luck. i get lost with you of all people.
how much longer do we have to walk?
are we almost there?
you couldn't find your way out of a paper bag.
you should have trusted me with the directions.
this seems like some kind of underground passage.
where does this door lead to?
we've been walking for hours.
oh great. we're lost.
i'll see if i can get a good view from up there.
i don't think we should be here.
maybe we could try calling for help.
i don't want us to get separated out here.
it'll get dark soon.
we're going to die out here, aren't we.
i'll just sit here and wait for my impending doom.
the last thing i wanted to do was get lost with you.
is that your way of helping us find our way out of here? because it's not working.
where hannibal lecter thrived in social settings, an ounce of quiet would do anyone some good. and to see the museum away from people prattling on, pretending they know anything about the art that surrounded them, was an opportunity he simply could not pass up. hannibal takes a sip of his wine as he watches shawky all but press his nose against the glass, an amused almost smile twitching at one corner of his lips. 'i enjoy aspects of it. the art - paintings and music - of those past, most of all. and what those in history have left for us to find,' taking a sip from his wine glass, doctor lecter considers what shawky has to say, mind wondering from one area of the museum to the next, pinpointing what might be hannibal's favorite out of all of them. 'i suppose if i had to choose, it would be the east wing, where all of the paintings are hung,' satisfied with his answer, he glances back at shawky. 'every brush stroke has a story, and i am inclined to read them all,' his grin growns just so. 'please don't judge me too harshly for my decision,'
❝ i like your answer . you passed my test . ❞ shawky's slight nose crinkle gives away his playful suggestion . might as well pretend there's something serious at stake here , if only to further hannibal's amusement . they've escaped the noisy event , escaped the annoying questions and too-curious strangers inquiring further into their lives . . . all in favor of this , this tucked-away adventure in the depths of the boston mfa . abandoning his detailed study of the funerary mask , shawky spins on his heel to face the man behind him , a new , wide grin blooming on his face . ❝ the east wing , you say ? THEN LET'S GO THERE NOW . what are we waiting for ? maybe you can teach me about the brush strokes and their so-called stories . ❞ with brows raised , he gestures towards the other end of the hall , away from the relics and finds scattered behind glass in this sacred wing . ❝ there's a huge painting of george washington in the americas section — really famous . i think it's bigger than me , to be honest . . . THOUGH LOTS OF THINGS ARE BIGGER THAN ME . ❞ checking to see if @consumare is following him , shawky continues on slightly-fast feet ( he's noticeably excited about this little adventure ) . ❝ what's your favorite painting of all time ? doesn't have to be housed here . i'll tell you if i've seen it before . ❞
Rami Malek looks dapper on the Oscars red carpet.
𝙴𝚇𝚃. 𝙰 𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴 - 𝙳𝙰𝚈. a large , loosely-swinging rope bridge looms before them at the edge of this massive cliff , the wood and rope weakly connected by stakes dug into the earth at both ends . the longer shawky stares at it , the more certain he becomes of their inevitable demise . there's nothing more he can do , really , nothing @susponte can do to soften the blow of their impending reality . they've run out of options . . . and run themselves into the ground as they flee from the campsite . now they're here , stuck , with this teetery thing taunting them as it blows in the wind . ❝ do we chance it ? ❞ shawky's nervous as hell , heart practically beating clean out of his chest , but in front of tim , he tries to remain calm . TRIES TO PRETEND HE'S REASONABLE when he's anything but . ❝ they're going to find us . they're going to — it's death by rope bridge or death by gun . take your pick . ❞ the archaeologist double-checks the amulet is still safely stowed away in his bag before continuing . ❝ you can't fight them all off on your own , ❞ he tells tim , trying to reason with him . ❝ we have no other options — we gotta pick the bridge . GOTTA TRY IT . ❞ a wince .
THE EXPLORATIONS OF SETH SHAWKY , a low activity writing blog for an original archaeologist character , by chuckles
@shawky : they were looking right at us. how did they not see us?
“ i'm not sure, actually. ” draugr usually didn't care who or what they attacked. they'd attacked him before. he's certain they've attacked his friend before, someone with an unusual interest in these crypts in ásgeirr's opinion. and yet, they stared at them, sword drawn and ready, and they just walked past.
there were a number of options ásgeirr thought could explain it all. first, they were uninterested. but draugr didn't have interests. they were programmed to do one thing and one thing alone, and that was attack. second, these draugr weren't actually draugr, but some new beast who came equipped with swords and shields and crossbows but just simply didn't feel like using them. third, and the least probable, in ásgeirr's opinion: did they recognize the dragon in him? they couldn't. they're not sentient. still, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. “ all i know is i'm not gonna question it. did you get what you needed? let's book it. ”
shawky tends to like caves . tunnels . burial grounds . ancient construction filled with history and relics and gorgeous , carved works of art . he likes an occasional crypt , too , if only because the preserved remains and dark tunnels provide answers to long-silent questions he's had ringing in the back of his mind for years . THE DRAUGR , HOWEVER . . . HE COULD DO WITHOUT . the corpses that rise and swing their swords at him , and holler at him , and scare the living daylights out of him when he walks past their caskets .
thank the divines for ásgeirr . he's strong . he's got a sword . he's got capabilities far beyond shawky's weak skills with magic — he keeps the archaeologist safe in a darkened place like this and allows him to focus on his work . when the most recent draugr approached , then walked away from their hiding spot , shawky thought they were dead . ❝ i still don't understand why it just . . . it walked away . ❞ disbelief colors his voice , but he weakly nods at ásgeirr's order and follows behind him . ❝ yes , i got what i needed . LET'S LEAVE . ❞
Lost Treasures of Egypt: Mysteries of the Sphinx (S2E02) (2020)
in a strange way , watching shawky function in a more mundane setting is kind of entertaining in of itself. this poor man had clearly not gotten enough sleep , yet he tries to be hospitable , nearly falling in the process while also finding a book in a very non - traditional place as he rambles on & on. mason watches on , a bit amused & charmed by his quirkiness , but once he sees his friend nearly slip in the kitchen , he slowly rises from his seat , slowly approaching him until he's close enough to take the glass of water from his hand , his other hand gently reaching for his shoulder , squeezing lightly so as not to startle him. ❝ water's just fine , shawky , ❞ mason remarks with a grin & a wink. ❝ c'mon , let's go sit down for a bit , okay ? you know , i wish you told me you came in last night. i thought you had already been home for a bit. i feel bad for interrupting you when you could be sleeping. ❞ mason returns back to his seat on the couch , but he's watching his friend even more closely now , ensuring that he doesn't nearly trip over himself again. ❝ i could leave & you can tell me all about your trip another time. i don't mind. you're not exactly that far from my own place. i want you to be okay , man. clearly the lack of sleep is getting to you , & i mean that in a nice way. in a ❛ i care about you ❜ sort of way. ❞
he's a very capable adult man who can very much handle himself , tend to his own needs , and put himself to bed when he feels he needs it . SHAWKY DOESN'T THINK HE NEEDS IT . he doesn't have time . hasn't had time — hasn't had an opportunity to shut his eyes and sleep properly for a while now . things have been busy in the world of archaeology ever since his big discovery , and now shawky's mind is hyperfocused on the next step . how is he supposed to sleep when there's work to be done ? ❝ no no no , ❞ shawky starts off , frowning , shaking his head at mason . ❝ you came all this way to say hi and — and visit , and hear about the discovery in alexandria , and i'm not going to send you home just so i can sleep . ❞ he drops into the chair near the couch and tucks a leg under himself . ❝ i was looking forward to this . what's that phrase ? i'll sleep when i'm dead ? SLEEP CAN WAIT , mason , i swear . i'll be just fine . ❞ he did doze a little on the flight home , but was unfortunately interrupted by a crying baby . of course . now he rubs his eyes behind his lenses and blinks rapidly , forcing himself into alertness . ❝ how much did you see in the news ? you texted me a screenshot a few days ago — that news article . THEY USED THE WORST PHOTO OF ME . ❞ shawky makes a face . ❝ but how much did you read about the tomb ? how much do you already know ? how much did i already tell you . . . ? ❞
it's unfair to him, really - mostly because eliza has already decided on being a nuisance since long before he's self-correcting his well-placed anticipation.
and thus, her look towards shawky seems to do its job; eliza’s got her duffel bag open flat on her bed before she begins haphazardly throwing essentials inside, seemingly taking her sweet time. "what's the rush, baby?" (now eliza is just being cruel.) the smile on her face is nonchalant, just waiting until she can push him far enough to force them out the door. "um ... hm," hands rest on eliza's hips as she looks around herself, pausing before looking at shawky once again, "can you find my guitar case?" the one that she's currently kicking further beneath her bed so it's out of sight. "i think it might be by the front door." once he's frazzled over that task, she'll be kind enough to put him out of his eliza-induced misery & get on the road. (it's just too fun to get him riled up.)
okay , so this is a little ploy . has to be . she's smart and sneaky and she's dragging her feet and taking forever on purpose , and shawky is the unwilling victim of her game . once he comes to terms with the fact that she's toying with him , shawky calms down considerably , takes a few much-needed deep breaths , and accepts the task at hand . her guitar case . WASN'T IT JUST IN THIS BEDROOM ? ❝ let me go check the front door , ❞ the explorer accepts , nodding , fixing his glasses , and launching himself rather awkwardly down the hall — all gangly limbs and tired posture as he fumbles his way to the spot in question . ❝ it's not here !! ❞ he calls back to eliza after a moment of silence . ❝ are you sure you saw it here last ? PRETTY SURE IT'S IN YOUR ROOM . did you — ❞ shawky comes marching back , ❝ — did you check under the bed ? ❞ as much as he wants to get a move on and reach the airport in time , he's trying to recognize eliza's needs , too . maybe it's that whole time-blindness thing he read an article about .
THE EXPLORATIONS OF SETH SHAWKY , MOVIE POSTER
Rainforest on mountainsides formed by glaciers. Only in New Zealand.
you ask shawky if he knows how to fight and defend himself and he just goes
❝ are you busy ? ❞ shawky peeks his head into bianca's office , green eyes wide and mischievous behind his round lenses . he lingers there only for a second , only long enough for @infernocte to take note of his presence , before shawky enters the room . he's still beaming , unable to truly hide the elation on his features . ❝ i'm headed back to cairo tomorrow on an early flight and wanted to stop by to say hi before i left . i'm not sure when i'll get back or how long the trip's gonna take , but . ❞ lips twitching to the side , shawky rubs his arm , shoving the rolled up sleeve a little higher . ❝ if you were free , i'd suggest you come with me , but i'm — I'M SURE YOU'VE GOT YOUR HANDS FULL with other things , and you don't have time for an excursion to the desert all the way across the world . . . but the offer is there regardless , bianca . ❞ he adjusts his glasses . ❝ just putting it out there . you know . maybe you like sand and lengthy days in the hot sun . i don't know . ❞
