Indy took a breath. Flying has never been his strong suit, but it never scared him. Not that he’d admit it. Ever. But if it meant getting there faster than he was all for it.
This was also a concern. Their benefactor had apparently thought of a lot of pitfalls and dangers that could happen and they had not yet started their adventure.
Still, he felt that spark of thrill. Adventure was looming.
Still, he felt that spark of thrill. Adventure was looming.
October 17, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Indy took a breath. Flying has never been his strong suit, but it never scared him. Not that he’d admit it. Ever. But if it meant getting there faster than he was all for it.
Indy looks up from the artifact in his hand, the familiar half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Hat brim low, shoulders squared — there was no mistaking him. Indiana Jones.
Rick’s pulse picked up, excitement tangled with a hint of nerves. This was a man who didn’t just chase legends — he lived them.
Rick gave a nod and offered his hand. “Rick O’Connell.”
Rick’s pulse picked up, excitement tangled with a hint of nerves. This was a man who didn’t just chase legends — he lived them.
Rick gave a nod and offered his hand. “Rick O’Connell.”
September 10, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Indy looks up from the artifact in his hand, the familiar half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Reposted by 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎.
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Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -
Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -
September 4, 2025 at 3:17 AM
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Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -
Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -
Reposted by 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎.
“The. .sky huh.” He says, as if not to believe them. “Well, down here’s mine.” Pointing to the floor. “Or at least I think it is.”
“Why yes it was, the skies are my domain.” Brow raised, does he need an example? They’ll gladly provide.
“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”
August 21, 2025 at 10:15 PM
“The. .sky huh.” He says, as if not to believe them. “Well, down here’s mine.” Pointing to the floor. “Or at least I think it is.”
“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”
“They’ve spread further West than anticipated, not my best work but- perfect for a Summer thunderstorm.” Brushing a few more drops free, they don’t fall like the rest, floating in their palm. “Hopefully the air stays cool enough for the organics, I’d hate to see them burn up.”
“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”
August 21, 2025 at 6:37 PM
“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”
“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”
Glancing over, still brushing the droplets out. “Indeed.” A smile, taking such as a compliment. “I’ve really outdone myself this time.”
Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”
August 21, 2025 at 4:20 AM
“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”
Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”
( hands in their hair, brushing out the raindrops that had tangled within. )
August 21, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”
| 8 months of writing Indiana how wild anyway if someone wants to come on for another adventure hello
August 20, 2025 at 4:51 PM
| 8 months of writing Indiana how wild anyway if someone wants to come on for another adventure hello
𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎. .
Follow Indiana Jones and his globe trotting tales!
Follow Indiana Jones and his globe trotting tales!
August 20, 2025 at 4:36 PM
𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎. .
Follow Indiana Jones and his globe trotting tales!
Follow Indiana Jones and his globe trotting tales!
𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎. . .
August 20, 2025 at 4:07 AM
𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎. . .
And The Tomb of Cleopatra.
August 20, 2025 at 4:06 AM
And The Tomb of Cleopatra.
Reposted by 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎.
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greatest archaeological find in a century. Cleopatra’s tomb. Imagine what we might learn! About her, about Isis, about the world she tried so desperately to shape.”
She straightens, smoothing the edge of the parchment. “Well, I can’t possibly let you have all the fun now, can I?”
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greatest archaeological find in a century. Cleopatra’s tomb. Imagine what we might learn! About her, about Isis, about the world she tried so desperately to shape.”
She straightens, smoothing the edge of the parchment. “Well, I can’t possibly let you have all the fun now, can I?”
—
July 2, 2025 at 2:29 AM
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greatest archaeological find in a century. Cleopatra’s tomb. Imagine what we might learn! About her, about Isis, about the world she tried so desperately to shape.”
She straightens, smoothing the edge of the parchment. “Well, I can’t possibly let you have all the fun now, can I?”
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greatest archaeological find in a century. Cleopatra’s tomb. Imagine what we might learn! About her, about Isis, about the world she tried so desperately to shape.”
She straightens, smoothing the edge of the parchment. “Well, I can’t possibly let you have all the fun now, can I?”
—
The truth is out there.
August 20, 2025 at 12:37 AM
The truth is out there.
Heading in the right direction.
June 18, 2025 at 6:45 PM
Heading in the right direction.
That smile doesn’t go unnoticed. He chuckles, quiet, low in his throat - - the kind of sound that slips out when someone’s genuinely impressed.
“You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you?”
“You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you?”
June 16, 2025 at 8:46 PM
That smile doesn’t go unnoticed. He chuckles, quiet, low in his throat - - the kind of sound that slips out when someone’s genuinely impressed.
“You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you?”
“You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you?”
He watches her as she speaks - - measured, thoughtful, but not without a flicker of something deeper behind his eyes. Maybe it’s recognition. Maybe it’s the weight of his own past tugging at the present.
June 16, 2025 at 7:31 PM
He watches her as she speaks - - measured, thoughtful, but not without a flicker of something deeper behind his eyes. Maybe it’s recognition. Maybe it’s the weight of his own past tugging at the present.
| I will take any interaction here from any character idgaf anymore I love Indiana Jones’ dumb ass
June 16, 2025 at 7:20 PM
| I will take any interaction here from any character idgaf anymore I love Indiana Jones’ dumb ass
He looks back down at the map, then up at her again - - less wary now, more intrigued.
“You know. . .I’ve been staring at this thing for days, and not once did that cross my mind.”
“You know. . .I’ve been staring at this thing for days, and not once did that cross my mind.”
June 16, 2025 at 6:17 PM
He looks back down at the map, then up at her again - - less wary now, more intrigued.
“You know. . .I’ve been staring at this thing for days, and not once did that cross my mind.”
“You know. . .I’ve been staring at this thing for days, and not once did that cross my mind.”
Wha - -
*He eyes her, then the map. Then her again. Who the hell is she?
How’d you manage that?
*He eyes her, then the map. Then her again. Who the hell is she?
How’d you manage that?
June 16, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Wha - -
*He eyes her, then the map. Then her again. Who the hell is she?
How’d you manage that?
*He eyes her, then the map. Then her again. Who the hell is she?
How’d you manage that?
Cleopatra’s Tomb. But it’s - -
*He shakes the map. As if it were a device that wouldn’t work.
Harder than it looks. Heh.
*He shakes the map. As if it were a device that wouldn’t work.
Harder than it looks. Heh.
June 16, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Cleopatra’s Tomb. But it’s - -
*He shakes the map. As if it were a device that wouldn’t work.
Harder than it looks. Heh.
*He shakes the map. As if it were a device that wouldn’t work.
Harder than it looks. Heh.
. . .No.
*He says, almost dramatically so. Letting his head dip some.
Not always. Seems, now and days, more and more people have lost the sight of true archeology.
*He says, almost dramatically so. Letting his head dip some.
Not always. Seems, now and days, more and more people have lost the sight of true archeology.
June 15, 2025 at 11:21 PM
. . .No.
*He says, almost dramatically so. Letting his head dip some.
Not always. Seems, now and days, more and more people have lost the sight of true archeology.
*He says, almost dramatically so. Letting his head dip some.
Not always. Seems, now and days, more and more people have lost the sight of true archeology.
Everything. It’s all. . .there! History. Culture - - knowledge, love, loss. It’s all there, it’s all worth finding.
June 15, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Everything. It’s all. . .there! History. Culture - - knowledge, love, loss. It’s all there, it’s all worth finding.