the book of coming forth by day

independent/semi-selective Adrian Veidt multiple timelines/verses OK (message first!)

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you’ve made up a name for yourself

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Karl von Piloty, Farewell to Alexander the Great, 1886

Charles Le Brun, Alexander and Porus (detail), 1673

Head of Alexander the Great, ca. 2nd century AD

I said yes, Alexander

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LETTERS // PROMPT MEME.

Send in “ ⎈ ” for a randomised letter written from my muse to yours. For multimuses, please specify which muse you want! 

001. a love letter 002. a letter of condolences 003. an apology 004. an invitation 005. a letter of complaint 006. a farewell letter 007. a letter written in the case of my muse’s death 008. an angry letter 009. a thank you letter 010. a letter for a friend 011. a secret letter 012. an urgent letter 013. a letter from the past 014. a letter from the future 015. an encrypted letter 016. a letter written as a promise

[historyoftheancientworld]

Beautiful drawing of Alexander the Great by Vincenzo Gemito.

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Mummy of Ramesses II.

The third pharaoh of the Nineteenth Dynasty of Egypt. He is often regarded as the greatest, most celebrated, and most powerful pharaoh of the Egyptian Empire.

[thehereticpharaoh]

Great Hypostyle Hall at Karnak Temple, Luxor, Egypt

The cult of the god Amun center, the sanctuary of Karnak began to be built during the reign of Intef II, circa 2080 BC , the pillared hall of Karnak, completed by Ramses II.

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John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) “Diogenes” (1882) Oil on canvas Pre-Raphaelite Located in the Art Gallery of New South Wales, The Domain, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

Diogenes was a Greek philosopher and one of the founders of Cynic philosophy, and was known as Diogenes the Cynic.

Diogenes is also known for an interaction he had with Alexander the Great. Alexander, upon meeting Diogenes while he was relaxing in the morning sun, asked if there was any favor he might do for him. Diogenes replied, “Yes, stand out of my sunlight.” Alexander would later declare, “If I were not Alexander, then I should wish to be Diogenes.”

[veidt-enterprises]

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

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alexander the great leaving the persians fucking shook by hacking the gordian knot in two with his sword lmao

[pippipjangles]

Feeling very gay for Alexander the Great on main today

[governmentofficial]

“How any man achieves his post on an expedition is less important than how he                                                          spends it.”

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FREELANCEBIO-EXORCIST

semi-selective indie Beetlejuice RP with 0 horses in the fandom races

[veidt-enterprises]

In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desert knows:— “I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone, “The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City’s gone,— Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro’ the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

Horace Smith, Ozymandias

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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(30s au continued- for @fitzjmes)

The following Monday, Adrian somehow feels hungover on a purely metaphysical level. He isn’t sore or stale-mouthed, the sunlight is welcoming and golden, and when he eats there’s no question of whether or not the food is going to stay down.

By Tuesday, it’s become uncomfortably plain that what he is experiencing only resembles a hangover in that there is something he just indulged in, to the point of excess, and is now hopelessly craving more of.

Or rather, someone.

On Wednesday, Adrian pulls out the notecard where he has recorded his own measurements for his tailors’ sake, along with a fresh one. During a lull in his workday, he frowns over them for a moment and eventually writes down a slightly different set on the fresh notecard- a few inches fewer in the shoulders and chest, a few more in the waist. The recorded length of his legs will work as is. He can’t imagine the probable inch or two of height difference making much difference.

In this lucky age of short skirts- even if they’re growing longer again, along with most women’s hair- these kinds of measurements can be casually shared with a clerk at a shop specializing in clothing for stout women, and easily be taken as a stout woman’s indeed. It’s fortunate, Adrian reflects, that so much of the feminine population is still flattening out their bosoms, and that a dress made to fit a stout woman’s carefully secured bosom will probably just as well fit a wide ribcage that never had much of a bosom to speak of to begin with. The stockings are a bit of a harder sell, but if they don’t go all the way up their intended recipient’s thighs, that’s probably not a problem. They can be rolled down.

As he hangs up the phone, Adrian muses that there’s a slim chance that the woman he spoke to on the other end probably half-suspected he was ordering all of this for himself. He laughs abruptly, alone in his office, and returns to work.

On Thursday, the parcels arrive. Adrian sets them aside to wait before leaving for work. 

On Friday morning, Adrian washes his hair during his morning shower and combs it away from his face as well as he can without adding anything to it. His hat helps guide it into laying back, but it’s plainer than ever that something must be done about it. Still, the weekend is approaching, and God help him, Adrian has not wanted it so badly since he was a schoolboy.

When he arrives at the university campus- or, more accurately, the particular thatch of buildings in Morningside Heights in which the history department is located- late in the afternoon, no one gives him much mind. Most people who know of him have a very set idea of what Adrian Veidt looks like- one that does not involve a driving cap or spectacles, despite the fact that Adrian wears both of these on a fairly regular basis. But they comprise a very efficient little disguise when necessary- all the better to avoid arousing suspicion when he locates the office and raps on the door.

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“Ah,” he says faintly. “Good, then.”

He doesn’t move- not immediately. They’re too comfortable as they are, and Adrian is finding, to his annoyance, that his heart is pounding. He shuts his eyes with furrowed brows and begins counting in his head, as he learned to do nearly thirty years ago on his sojourn in Alexander’s footsteps.

The steady, rolling drumbeat of his pulse slows down... down... down. Adrian opens his dazed eyes and breathes slowly. There’s no point in growing careless, even for this.

Especially not for this. 

Adrian, in control once more, meets James’s eyes with a mild smirk.

“How fortunate that we’re in agreement, then.”

[fitzjmes]

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Adrian runs his fingers through James’s hair, tightening his hold around his shoulders in a proprietary sort of way.

“…James?”

               before he moves to look up, james presses a kiss to adrian’s pulse point. slow, and mindful to his pulse— though he can’t really feel one like this. so he looks up, a little reluctant but still smiling and hums inquisitively.

              ❛ adrian ? ❜

[veidt-enterprises]

Oh, God. Three days and they're already tenderly using one another's names.

"I think..."

His hand glides down James's thigh as he meets his eyes again. He holds the gaze, lips parted.

"I think I would like you in my mouth tonight."

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@fitzjmes

soft lips find their place against the warmth of adrian’s skin where his neck meets his shoulder, and james closes his eyes as he hums. ❛ i do want you. ❜ he can feel his own hot breath against his face as his lips barely grace over adrian’s neck. a hand wriggles its way in between his back and the sofa, so that he might pull himself tighter against the warmth of veidt’s chest.

❛ and you have me, of course, ❜ the professor smiles into the crook of his neck, ❛ for as long as you want me. ‘

Adrian runs his fingers through James’s hair, tightening his hold around his shoulders in a proprietary sort of way.

“...James?”