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I am selfish. I am brave.

Classicist, nerd, spoonie, amateur artist, and wannabe Egyptologist with two cats, a growing library, and a strange love for thieves. Expect lots of fandom and art stuff, animals, history and language, and dumb whining about life. Background from here.

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THIEF KING FAN

ROGUE OF RAGE

RAVENCLAW

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Apr 6 '14

oneiromania:

booping snakes: endless fun

Apr 3 '14

dear internet

captain-raptor:

giant barks and teeny mews

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that is all

Apr 3 '14

post-impressionisms:

I love art - no.47

Konstantin Razumov, Russian  (1860—1939).

Apr 3 '14

k-lionheart:

I don’t know why i even bother nowadays

(Source: iraffiruse)

Apr 2 '14

"Sleep," he says. "I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you."
“With what?”
“My bare hands, obviously.”

Mar 29 '14

Anonymous asked:

illusive-streetrat:

✍ - Muse I would like to RP as: Touzoku Bakura

≻   For simplicity’s sake, he would rather be called a thief. Adding on the title of ‘king’ was something… odd, still. In the future it would be appreciated, sure, maybe even requested as his official title. But for now, he was a desert rat. He was one scrambling to hold onto what he had, the goal that would push him further, dictate his decisions and motions until he broke. 

   And breaking was not an option now. Not when he was so close to his goal. The dream, the spoken, plotted, revenge was in his hold. Dancing along scarred skin, pulling him, drawing him close like a moth to the flame. The Ka inside of him was restless with this thought as well. Diabound would hiss, push against the walls of his mind whenever the Pharaoh’s palace came into view, whenever an item came through line of sight or into the spirit’s sense. 

   Yet he was still so far. Tonight was the first step. Tonight he would take what was rightfully his — what rightfully belonged to him through his own family, brutally slaughtered and treated like they were nothing. Sacrificed for those items created for the Pharaoh — tonight he would take the ring. 

   It did not deserve to touch the skin of that priest. It was meant to hung around his own neck, tucked under red cloak, against the scars that showed just what he had gone through while the king of this damned land sat upon his throne. 

   Movement came and left. The thief stood, readjusted what hung around his shoulders. Bracelets clinked, rings followed the same path as he pushed himself further onto his feet. 

   Tonight… would be the night he had been waiting for. 

                                         The ring would be his. 

                                                                  His revenge, his truth would be revealed. 

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            “Showtime.” 

Mar 29 '14

kingdavekura:

"Thief King Bakura" sure has a nice ring to it.

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Mar 25 '14

Herbert James Draper - The Lament for Icarus (1898)

(Source: missalsfromiram)