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At first I was like "mmmh Rick O'Connell" as a joke..
But like... I don't think it's a joke anymore O--O
For context we just finished watching "The Mummy" in my World History class and I now have an Obsession with O'Connell. I mean- CAN YOU BLAME ME?!
∙ Favorite Trope - Headbutt of Love ∙ Suite Française (2014) ∙ The Old Guard (2020) ∙ Pacific Rim (2013) ∙ Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022) ∙ Interview with the Vampire (2024) ∙ The Rings of Power (2022) ∙ The Legend of Tarzan (2016) ∙ The Punisher (2017) ∙ Captain Marvel (2019) ∙ Fallout (2024) ∙ The Mummy (1999) ∙ Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) ∙ All the Light We Cannot See (2023) ∙ Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) ∙ The English (2022) ∙ Strange Days (1995)
queer people please rb this and tell me what is YOUR piece of horror media that fundamentally changed u as a person mine is the lost boys (1987)
Edric Montagu from The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century by Jane Webb (later Jane C. Loudon)
The novel is from 1827, so he's another one of those 19th century funky little literary mad scientists trying to resurrect the dead and it's great!
This is my design for him because I've been looking and, at the time of writing this, there are basically no posts on here about this book, at all.
So A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century fans, if you exist, here is some fan art. ♥
Sketches from my stream
Everyday (only one hour)
Drawing fanart and random faces
(You can ask me to draw someone in the chat)
Twitch -
"Shoes off sweet boy," I said the moment he stepped in the door, it was late. "Phone on the shelf."
He sighed, taking his shoes off.
"Work's done, no need to think anymore, you're home."
It was an intense day, he looked exhausted- lost in that pretty little head...
"You didn't have time for lunch again", I said. Not a question. A fact.
"Mummy can tell..."
He shook his head. "My meetings ran over. I was going to, just grabbed something on the trai—"
"Shhhh", I cut in, soft but stern. "You're done making decisions. Bathroom. Now."
He didn’t argue. Just nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt as he headed up the stairs. I had the bath ready with his favourite bubbles. He paused when he saw it.
"Oh Mummy..."
“Let Mummy help you do a big boy peepee first..." —I stood behind him, my hips pressed against his back, my hands making my way round his waist, unbuttoning his fly as his trousers dropped to the floor...— "I take care of what’s mine, and you are mine." I whispered in his ear as my hands held him, his body relaxing into mine.
"Now, flush the toilet and get in the bath."
He did as he was told.
Once he was settled in the water, I sat on the edge of the bath and gently washed his face and hair, taking care to not get any soap in his eyes. I worked my way down his body, neck, shoulders, arms- washing away the day...
I watched as the assertive, directing man with never ending responsibilities slowly melted into my baby before my eyes.
He didn’t need to perform or initiate here, he needed to feel safe and protected. I took my time making sure he was clean and dry.
Then we brushed our teeth together, took my time applying baby lotion, talc, gently wrapping him in the biggest diapee I could find and my favourite tortoise pyjamas.
"Time for bed." I peeled back the sheets- he shuffled under, so sleepy...
"Come here Gorgeous boy" I whispered as I climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close to my chest and pushing his favourite dummy between his lips.
"You’ve done enough. Let Mummy take care of the rest."
Stroking his hair and covering his face with the tiniest kisses, I whispered: "I’m so proud of you, you know? You worked so hard today."
I held him a little tighter, letting my hand rest gently at the nape of his neck.
My strong, brilliant boy—peaceful in my arms, exactly where he belonged.
He was mine to guide. Mine to protect. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pace...
And now, finally, he could rest knowing he was safe, wrapped in Mummy's love...
❤️