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Relics by Vnutrenni (PG)
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palmaceae here, reccing The Mummy movie series! Well, actually I'm only reccing fics that have to do with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, because I still haven't seen The Scorpion King and The Mummy 3 and I don't think I ever will. But I love The Mummy and TMR. I love them so much that I did the unthinkable: I READ THROUGH THE ENTIRE MUMMY CATEGORY ON FANFICTION.NET. No one should be forced to do that. But I did - all for love. And now, I present to you the best Mummy fics in the fandom. Sorry to all you Jonathan/Ardeth slashers, I'm strictly a Rick/Evie girl :( And speaking of Evie, is there a consensus on how to spell her name, Evy or Evie? I don't know what to use.
Fandom: THE MUMMY
Pairing: gen
Length: 5,000 words
Author on LJ:raihu
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read: Ardeth's past, present and future - pieces of his life, about his horse, the way he snuck into the museum libraries when he was young, his relationship with Anubis, the open ended future and more. This is a really beautiful fic, filled with amazing imagery and words, and it captures an air of mysticism and mystery.
On the golden fringe of Hamunaptra, where the sun rises like a firebrand and night comes down in deadly silver veils: a chorus of shadows linger beyond the toppled ruins, watching generation by generation as the desert sifts slowly over temple steps and the faces of the gods. Thunder, fire and rubble in repose; the years have been unkind. Broken colonnades press the surface like a high, notched spine, burned copper and coral in the whirling heat of three thousand years' decay. All streets lead to the wasteland, and the City of the Dead is in its death throes. Arid voices whisper up against its flanks, a burning tongue moves soft and destructive across the emerging bones.
The bones, the bones, Anubis leers, his scarred stone features worn soft and terrible; faceless, he casts long, cold shadows across the boiling sand. I lick these bones forever, I hold them before judgement. They do not belong to you.
They are cursed bones, secret bones, hooks for treacherous flesh scratched from the flanks of the world; but the desert has always been a greedy creature. It slithers into closed spaces, breaks barriers and builds new ones. Patiently, it smoothes the skin and drains the fluids, always feeding, never full.
It is part of the old dance, the rising hand and the destruction: the desert is always hungry, always.
From their sanctuary in the dunes, the Medjai are more than satisfied to see it feast.
Relics
palmaceae here, reccing The Mummy movie series! Well, actually I'm only reccing fics that have to do with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, because I still haven't seen The Scorpion King and The Mummy 3 Fandom: THE MUMMY
Pairing: gen
Length: 5,000 words
Author on LJ:
raihuAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read: Ardeth's past, present and future - pieces of his life, about his horse, the way he snuck into the museum libraries when he was young, his relationship with Anubis, the open ended future and more. This is a really beautiful fic, filled with amazing imagery and words, and it captures an air of mysticism and mystery.
On the golden fringe of Hamunaptra, where the sun rises like a firebrand and night comes down in deadly silver veils: a chorus of shadows linger beyond the toppled ruins, watching generation by generation as the desert sifts slowly over temple steps and the faces of the gods. Thunder, fire and rubble in repose; the years have been unkind. Broken colonnades press the surface like a high, notched spine, burned copper and coral in the whirling heat of three thousand years' decay. All streets lead to the wasteland, and the City of the Dead is in its death throes. Arid voices whisper up against its flanks, a burning tongue moves soft and destructive across the emerging bones.
The bones, the bones, Anubis leers, his scarred stone features worn soft and terrible; faceless, he casts long, cold shadows across the boiling sand. I lick these bones forever, I hold them before judgement. They do not belong to you.
They are cursed bones, secret bones, hooks for treacherous flesh scratched from the flanks of the world; but the desert has always been a greedy creature. It slithers into closed spaces, breaks barriers and builds new ones. Patiently, it smoothes the skin and drains the fluids, always feeding, never full.
It is part of the old dance, the rising hand and the destruction: the desert is always hungry, always.
From their sanctuary in the dunes, the Medjai are more than satisfied to see it feast.
Relics