#Mummy AU

[under-the-weirwood-tree]

The Mummy 1999 AU.

This was inspired by a post from another tumblr user. I can’t find the post, but when I do, I shall link it.

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The desert stretches out in front of them like a golden ocean. When Alicent pulls in a shallow breath, the air is dry, tickling her throat. Her temples are throbbing, a layer of sweat and grime under her light clothes, her body tense and stiff on the horse. Alicent shifts uncomfortably, hyper aware of how close she is to the woman behind her. Rhaenyra’s hand is resting casually on her spread thighs, fingers wrapped around the reins as their horse plods along. Beside them, Gwayne sits on his own horse. Alicent shoots an uncharitable thought his way, remembering his apologetic look when he had told her they only had enough resources for two horses instead of three.

The sun dips lower towards the horizon, casting the sand in a ruddy glow. Rhaenyra shifts, chest brushing up against Alicent’s sweaty back. She stiffens, eyes widening as she feels the softness of the other woman’s breasts. She is entirely too close for a person that Alicent is barely acquainted with. It’s indelicate.

Her mind casts back to their meeting, only a few days previously. The dust mots had been drifting lazily in the dim shaft of light cutting across the stone floor as Alicent slipped books back into their rightful places from her perch on the sliding ladder. Abruptly, the serene silence was interrupted, the doors slamming open. Alicent clutched the spindly ladder, heart leaping.

“Sister,” Gwayne’s cheerful, round face appeared below her, another person standing at his side. “I have some marvelous news.”

“Gwayne,” she snapped. “You gave me a fright. What have I told you about disturbing me at my work?”

“Apologies,” said the person beside him, tilting their head back to look Alicent in the eye.

His companion was a woman in simple archeologists’ garb: worn trousers, a felt hat, and scuffed boots. Her hair is pulled back, blue eyes bright in her slightly tanned face. All together, a somewhat odd person.

“Your brother led me to understand you were in need of a guide?” The woman continued, eyes absorbing Alicent’s appearance in a similar fashion. She felt her cheeks heating. I wonder what she sees when she looks at me.

“This is Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Gwayne emphasized the name, expression ecstatic. And indeed, the name was a familiar one. A highly respected family name in the field of archaeology.

Alicent started climbing down the ladder, surprised to find the other woman extending her hand when she was half way down. Tentatively, Alicent accepted the other woman’s hand, allowing herself to be helped off the ladder.

“He said you found a map,” Rhaenyra said, palm still warm against Alicent’s skin.

And now here they are, traveling across the desert together, her hapless brother snoring next to them on his horse, the sun below the horizon, the sky a beautiful blanket of stars. Surely this is not what her father pictured for the both of them. He would be so disappointed that it was Alicent who had continued to study instead of Gwayne. And yet you still persist.

“You alright?” Rhaenyra’s voice is soft, her breath touching the clammy skin at the back of Alicent’s neck.

“Perfectly,” she responds, voice stilted. It feels as if every conversation between them has been difficult and fraught. Alicent is hyper aware of how every word will land; what every expression on Rhaenyra’s face might mean. It’s exhausting. How aware she is when the other woman is in the room. When she is speaking. When her eyes are on her.

“You seem tense,” Rhaenyra continues.

Alicent can see her hands, reaching out to touch their horses' flanks. Her fingers are strong looking, skin rough and calloused. She knows from the few times they have touched. She shivers, the sweat of the day cold on her skin now in the desert night. She’s still warm under her breasts, between her spread legs.

“You’re cold,” Rhaenyra pulls back. Alicent can hear her shrugging off her jacket.

“Really, you don’t—” Alicent protests, face flushing with mortification. She knows what the other woman is about.

“I insist,” Rhaenyra drops her jack loosely over Alicent’s shoulders. It’s warm from her body, and it carries the mixture of her scent: horse, sweat, sensible soap. Very unfeminine. Father would not approve of her.

“Thank you,” she says stiffly.

Rhaenyra hums softly.

“You can sleep too if you want.”

Alicent does not trust herself to sleep.

“I shall stay awake and take my rest during the day.”

Minutes stretch agonizingly slow. She’s hyper aware of the woman behind her. The silence of the desert, the shifting of the horse under their bodies.

“I don’t think I’ve properly thanked you for accompanying us on this venture, Miss Targaryen.”

“Rhaehyra,” she corrects, again. “And no thanks are necessary. The map your brother found is something my family has been searching for years. Seeing this through is important.”

“I take it you do not subscribe to the curse?”

“I have a great respect for legend.”

As the conversation peters off, Alicent’s eyes begin to droop. Maybe hours later, she drifts awake, a line of warmth across her belly: Rhaenyra’s arm keeping her in place. In her sleep, she m leaned back on the other woman’s shoulder, mouth open. Mortified, Alicent jerks upright.

“Pardon me,” Alicent gasps.

“Don’t worry yourself,” Rhaenyra says calmly. The sky is gradually starting to go from purple to pink casting the desert in an ethereal glow.

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#rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #my writing #ficlet #mummy au #the mummy #hotd #house of the dragon

[shuuenka]

Haino mummy au, sorta. ft. drunk Alhaitham

#alhaitam #cyno #haino #cytham #cyno x alhaitham #mummy au #i have more thoughts #desert gang fighting deshret's mummy #sunday haino doodling

[ambiguouswren]

Here are some art I made for @incorrect-house-of-nine 's TLT BRE Fic Arcadia Rising: Dead Women Tell No Tales. ITS SO FUN YALL. I did so much for this fic. Keep an eye out for...3 more posts with stuff from this!!

Check out my other pieces for this fic: TikToks Cosplays Cosplay Movie Poster

#tlt #tlt bre #tlt big resurrection event #tlt big bang #griddlehark #mummy au

[andr0nap]

undead atem i drew for halloween last year

+ mummy AU doodles (body horror warning)

i miss this au, it had a lot of comedic potential :'D esp in the puzzleshipping department

#yugioh #atem #mummy au #body horror tw #andr0art #local pharaoh 3000 years behind on skincare routine

[ladydisdainblog]

The Mummy AU: Rich and famous adventuress accidentally hires a librarian instead of an archeologist to assist her on a treasure hunt.

#ted x rebecca #tedbecca #ted lasso #rebecca welton #hannah waddingham #jason sudeikis #mummy au #she's the muscles he's the brain #they both hot af

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

Oh, dearest Wishmonger....

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

The one where they could all fit into that Backstreet Boys video.

(Reference)

Pairings: Darth Maul x Reader, Savage Opress x Reader, Feral x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Monsterfucking, omegaverse stuff, blood

Feral: You need a whole body to raise the dead with the Talisman of Resurrection. Feral had half of one. Not in the best condition. You wrapped him with toilet paper. Rolls of it. Hiding the partial decomposition. From between the folds, he looks at you and grins, asking with that garbled rasp that's all consonants now, "Your sarcophagus or mine, love?"

Savage: Whoever found a fur coat big enough must have took down the wampa themselves. He looks good in all that white, chest bared to show off his markings. His claws already primed. The beard, though? That's a new addition that comes from the transformation. Not to mention the softball-sized knot that greets you once the wolf man drags you back to his lair later.

Maul: Nobody warns you just how sacred blood is to the Fanged God. Nobody warns you how eagerly you'll volunteer as tribute when it comes to his appetites either, but there you are with all your smooth skin bared in supplication. He sucks his fangs at you and adjusts his topcoat, his shirt cuffs, his ruff. Red eyes staring the longer you try to entice him. "When I asked for a taste, I meant from another vein, my dear," he purrs. That's how you land with your back on the brocade duvet, his teeth in your femoral artery, his fingers in your pussy.

#Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Feral Opress #Feral (Star Wars) #Backstreet Boys #omegaverse #darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #feral opress x reader #savage opress x reader #feral opress x you #savage opress x you #the night market of dathomir #trick or treat asks #Vampire AU #Werewolf AU #Mummy AU #terato #exophilia #monster fucking #monster boyfriend

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Ohh, love in the city of death, please? <3

happy to oblige <3 (also asked by @daffi-990 and @steadfastsaturnsrings and @monsterrae1 )

sooo this is a buddie mummy au. buck is evie, a vivacious scholar and librarian that no one really wants to employ because he's a little too passionate and eddie is rick, a down and out soldier who witnessed horrible things during his service and wants nothing more than to get passage back home to his son. enter buck and maddie with their parent's money who pay him to take them to humanaptra where things get... well yknow. death and mummies seem intent on dragging buck into the underworld which eddie finds himself not being able to allow. it's gonna be full of action and antics and danger and almost but not quite kisses and of course so much love

@spaceprincessem has been instrumental in encouraging this so thank her

ask me about my wips

#truly so excited for this one #its one of my most fond ideas #buddie #buddie wip #mummy au #ryan writes #ryan gets mail

[han-ban-bam]

Mummy AU anyone? bc thats what ur getting

#hzd #hfw #kotaloy #aloy #kotallo #mummy au #hfw x the mummy #everyone say thank u to KD they were the Head Enabler #the rest of the server were right behind them

[winter-dayz]

Bringer of Death

Pairing: Shin Yuna x Reader Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 3278 Warnings: implied major character death; implied suicide; strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

This was your chance. This expedition would cement your place with the company’s excavation team. It was your shot to be taken seriously—to be seen as a real archaeologist and not a junior bookkeeper.

You made it to the dig site without much fanfare, a recently uncovered tomb that had just barely been breached. The original finders’ team gave up the excavation, opening the site to bids with historical societies. Your company won the bid, but since the more senior archaeologists were working on several other big projects across Egypt, China, Peru, and Mexico, you were tasked with the small, newly opened excavation.

As you trekked down the steep, crumbling stone stairs to the tomb’s entrance, you passed by the few remaining archaeologists from the original team. You nodded to them politely, skirting past, but were stopped short by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you…” The last man in the small group whispered harshly. He looked up to his team members, all of whom glanced at you before rapidly looking away. They refused to meet your confused eyes.

You nodded politely, again, and had to yank your wrist from his tight grasp. “I think I’ll be fine with a few bones and dust. It should be a simple excavation, really.”

It really should. Why this team had chosen to give up a brand new find baffled everyone at your company, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This could be your big break.

“I’m tellin’ you, girlie. There’s something in that tomb. Something that don’t want us messin’ with it.” He gritted out. His eyes were wild, and as he reached to grab your arm again, you hustled down several more steps.

“Well, if I get turned into a mummy. You’ll be the first one I’m coming after.” You spat back at the aggressive man.

🎃

Contrary to what that man had warned you about, the tomb seemed to be mostly empty. Honestly, it was no wonder your company managed to snag the bid for so low.

After descending the stairs, an archway opened into a large empty stone room. There were two rooms off of the main room, filled with dust and grime. There were a few pedestals as if items were meant to be displayed, but there weren’t any actual artifacts. Maybe the previous team had looted them…

So, what was the point of this job, anyway? You were hoping this would’ve been your big breakthrough, but it was so barren, there wasn’t really anything to work with.

You meandered through the desolate rooms anyway, inspecting the stone work. Based on the uneven amounts of dust on the pedestals, it did seem that there used to be something perched on them, but it had still been many, many years since those items would’ve been stolen so it hadn’t been the original team like you’d previously thought. More likely raiders from a few decades ago at least.

What really threw you for a loop was one wall in the main room. You could swear you heard shuffling and felt a breeze behind a small section. You leaned in, noticing again how the grime on the stones seemed uneven, and pushed on those bricks.

A click. A rumble. The wall slid up.

Now this was the kind of thing you were hoping for. A secret room? It was just like The Mummy. Maybe you really would find something “scary” in a hidden room and that crazed man from before would’ve been proven right. It’d at least be more exciting than the dust you had been observing so far.

You wandered through the secret passage, which seemed to slope at a gentle downwards spiral. Eventually, you saw the flickering of candles through an open archway. You had no time to wonder who would be keeping the candles lit though when as soon as you crossed the arch’s threshold, you found yourself staring into the eyes of a woman.

She sat, straight and confident, upon a throne at the back of the room.

Around her neck were layers and layers of expensive looking chains and jeweled talisman necklaces; even her clothing seemed to be of the quality of linens and silks you couldn’t find just anywhere. Between the two of you laid a large, majestic sarcophagus. Vases, gems, silver and gold all laid about, overflowing around the room. And the kicker? Everything looked pristine. Not a speck of dirt, dust, or grime on anything. Even the stonework and murals on the walls looked as fresh as the day they would’ve been created.

The woman, young and beautiful, kept her big, round eyes narrowed on you as you took in the state of your surroundings with obvious confusion. She was a bit pale, which was understandable if she’d been trapped in this tomb since the previous team left—which had to be the only way she was here, right?

“Who are you? What are you doing in my domain?” The strange woman demanded, finally breaking your engrossment of everything.

Your eyes wide and head tilted in confusion. What were you doing here, no, what was she doing here? You assumed she must’ve been trapped and abandoned by the previous team, but then… How did she even get into this room? It had been sealed by a secret wall. The stones you had pressed to uncover it had been undisturbed. Also, if she had been abandoned accidentally, why didn’t she seem scared or hungry? Why was she just as luxurious and pristine as everything else in the room, despite the rest of the tomb being so dirty? 

You finally found your words through the endless stream of questions racking your brain. “My name is Y/N. I’m an archaeologist.”

“Speak plainly, peasant.” The woman kept her eyes narrowed and tilted her chin up to look at you down her nose. “What is your purpose here?”

How much more “plain” could you speak? Didn’t she know what an archaeologist is? “I…” You hesitated to find your wording, “I’m like a librarian.”

“Are you here to steal from me?”

“No!” You shouted, appalled. While some companies took things from archaeological digs to sell to museums or rich snobs, yours did not. It worked to document the history and culture before returning the items to a pristine, preserved condition that remained with the original country.  “I’m a scholar, not a treasure hunter.”

“So you have come here to study?”

“Um… yeah.” This was insane. Maybe you actually should’ve listened to that man’s warnings.

“What year is it? I am surprised by a woman scholar.” What year is it? My god, how long had she been trapped? You flinched but told her the date regardless. “Ah, well I’m glad to see humans have progressed.”

She stood from her throne and bowed politely. “I am Shin Yuna. This is my tomb.”

Holy shit. It really is like The Mummy.

🎃

To say you believed Yuna was the owner of the tomb would’ve been a gross misconception.

After being welcomed in by someone claiming to be a thousands-year-old woman, you acted politely and kept a six foot distance at all times, only gazing over the objects and not even truly studying anything.

You left early that day with the excuse that you didn’t have proper equipment.

And then the rug was ripped out from under you when you dug into the town’s local history and the country’s governmental archives.

Shin Yuna was the most revered princess in the country’s history… From 2000 years ago. Despite it not being a woman’s place at the time, she was a fierce warrior and intelligent scholar. The texts spoke of her love for crafting clothes and storytelling as well. She was an all-around enlightened and beloved woman of the area.

Unfortunately, she was killed in a surprise attack on one of the villages she had been visiting. She died protecting the children and mothers during the raid.

To show their admiration and deep grief at the loss of their princess, it was said the country performed a ritual when burying her in the tomb. She was put to rest with great treasures and supposed magical items to help her move on peacefully if she felt her duty was completed; however if Yuna’s spirit felt she had not accomplished enough, she would rise again to lead her people once more.

And it seemed to have worked.

As did the seal on the door to protect her ritual burial… Just, maybe that seal had worked a bit too well, since she hadn’t left her tomb in 2000 years.

Which definitely showed when you came back around to start working.

Yuna was insatiable for knowledge, and for days on end while you were carefully observing and cataloging the items in the tomb, she would ask questions. She wanted to know all about how the world had changed, evolved, and adapted. She wanted to know about how her country had blossomed. She wanted to know the things you had seen when you had traveled, the kinds of art and fashion in style throughout the centuries. She wanted to know if stories were still being told about her villages… which is when you had to disappoint her and tell her that, until recently when her tomb had been discovered, no one widespread had really known much of her people.

She hated that. It put her in a bad mood, and she began sulking.

You kinda hated that. Yuna, for essentially a mummy and immortal woman who had been trapped for an unimaginable amount of time, was such a bubbly person. To see her upset didn’t sit right with you, but there wasn’t much you thought you could do to fix it.

Until one afternoon it boiled over when you began actually moving items around to see the smaller artifacts.

“You can’t just go rifling through my things!” Yuna shouted, more of a whine than in anger, following closely behind you as you carefully moved a vase. “Have you no respect for the dead?”

You sighed, “Yuna, it’s literally my job. I have to catalog what has been discovered. Look, I’m being extremely careful and respectful. ” You added a muttered, “You’re not even really dead,” under your breath.

Yuna huffed, her cute lips pouting. Cute? Well… yes, she did look rather cute pouting like that even if you wish she wasn’t so upset recently… “Why do you even need to do that?” She mumbled through cute, pouty lips.

“So that we can teach and learn from your history.”

Her eyes brightened, and her lips split into a big grin. It was such a simple thing to you, just a part of your job. But, apparently, it was just the right thing to pull Yuna out of her funk. “You’ll tell stories about me and my people? Okay, then rifle away!”

Fuck, she’s adorable.

🎃

Something of a friendship blossomed between you and the former princess. Although, neither of you could deny the obvious attraction that grew as well.

You didn’t think “flirting” was a thing when Yuna was properly alive, but she was damn good at it, regardless.

You, on the other hand, were awkward. Like a little bird trying to impress, you brought her modern-day gifts and things to try. When she expressed her fascination with your manicure, you brought her nail polishes in all different colors to try. She loved the soft, subtle pinks the most. When you had an extra long day planned, you went and got pizzas. She didn’t need to eat, but she appreciated the new flavors anyway. When she talked about how much she used to love to sew and try new clothes, you brought her magazines. She had really loved your talks about art and fashion before so when she saw pictures, she was ecstatic.

And you… You felt a certain amount of pride in having brought such a big smile to such a beautiful face. You felt a warmth in your belly at the way her hand would gently caress your shoulder in thanks for a gift. You felt a dizziness when she would stand just a little bit closer to you and exchange stories and knowledge…

🎃

“Death is only the beginning…” You whispered out, polishing the stone.

Yuna looked up from where she was painting her nails. “Hm? What did you say, precious?”

You blushed, still unused to the nickname she had adopted for you, looking over your shoulder to the beautiful woman. She met your eyes with a playful glint. Even when you turned away, you knew she was watching you work. “Oh nothing… I was just reading the inscription on your sarcophagus. It’s a bit ominous, don’t you think?”

When you looked back to her, after she remained silent for a moment, you caught her shrugging nonchalantly. “I was trying to be optimistic, actually. Hopes for the afterlife to be paradise and all that.”

“Well, it kind of sounds foreboding.”

“Well, yeah, it was to stop tomb raiders too. They need to think there’s a curse here,” Yuna giggled softly.

“Curse, my ass.” You mumbled getting back to work.

Your new… friend might be a mummy. Magic might be real. But you’d be damned if you thought anything in this place was cursed.

Yuna paused in her painting, hopping down from where she perched on the throne and coming to lean against the sarcophagus. “You don’t believe in curses?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re real and alive… Kind of… So I’m sure curses are too. But, I can’t find it in me to believe that you would’ve actually cursed anything here.” You paused, pulling off your gloves. “Your plan to make outsiders believe this place is cursed is working, though, you know. I was at a bar one town over the other night, and this guy was so insistent to warn me away. ‘There is a creature in those depths. The Bringer of Death. It will never eat. Never sleep. Never stop.’ A superstitious drunk if I’ve ever seen one. He definitely didn’t believe that the tomb was a couple empty, dirty rooms like I countered with.”

Yuna and you tried to stare each other down but easily broke into giggles. You leaned against the sarcophagus, which you’re sure would make your boss spiral into a fit if they saw, and nudged her playfully.

Eventually, she sighed out, “Well, I am no man, and I care not for ‘bringing death,’ but that drunkard was right that I cannot sleep or eat. A shame too, I really enjoyed that pizza you brought me, precious.”

🎃

You don’t really know how you got here.

Logically, it made sense. Yuna and you had been dancing around each other, making heart eyes, for days.

But you hadn’t fathomed it would culminate in her soft lips against yours.

She held you firmly, despite her gentle disposition, refusing to let you move away for even a second to breathe. One hand grasped your waist, teasing to inch south and caress your backside, while the other trailed up your own arm. Her nails grazed lightly, soothingly, against your bare flesh and sent chills up your spine in the most pleasurable way.

You really couldn’t believe this was happening.

Yuna finally pulled away, only a hair’s breadth, to allow you to gasp in oxygen. You sighed as she ran her nose along yours, both of you with fluttering eyes and small smiles. Her grasp on you didn’t falter; one hand holding your waist firmly, the other now cupping your neck sweetly.

“Jesus, princess,” You spoke softly, leaning your forehead to hers. “You literally stole my breath away.”

Yuna hummed and rubbed her nose back and forth against yours affectionately. “If I could have it my way, I’d steal all of you and keep you here forever, precious.”

You both giggled, but yours trailed off as one of her talisman necklaces caught your eye.

It was mesmerizing, and you pulled away a bit further to get a better view. Your own hand, of which both had been wrapped around Yuna’s neck, trailed down to lift the stone.

“This amulet… There are legends about it…” You finally spoke again, still breathless. Both from the kiss and from the beautiful, opalescent gem resting between the two of your chests.

“Oh, really?” Yuna asked, sounding distracted. She would always indulge in your stories though, even if she was obviously eyeing your lips and thinking of other things. “Like what?”

“It’s rumored to have the power to bring the dead to life. I’ve heard, recently actually, of a treasure hunter searching for it. He wants to resurrect his wife.”

“We’ll make sure that we don’t bring anyone back from the dead then…” Yuna kissed your cheek, seeing the way you tilted your head at her in teasing disbelief. “Okay, well anyone else.” She smiled smally.

🎃

“The hunter you spoke of. He broke into the tomb last night.”

That was the last thing you wanted to be greeted with. “What!? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he steal the amulet?”

“Thankfully, he did not discover the hidden door to this sanctum. Both I and the amulet are safe for now… The powers bestowed on me through these talismans allow me to see who crosses the threshold and inflict whatever hallucination and emotion I deem fit. When you first entered, your aura felt safe. Hungry, which I now know was for knowledge, but safe.” Yuna smiled at you, before it fell into a scowl. “This man, though… His aura felt like those that were here before you. Greedy, selfish, dark. Like them, I used my abilities to inflict a foreboding feeling of doom and death and hallucinations of the shadows enclosing. His resolve was stronger than theirs had been, I fear.”

“What do we need to do, princess?”

She smiled again, this time wistfully. “Not we… I.” Yuna removed the opalescent talisman from her neck. “You will take the unenchanted and non-magical artifacts with you today. I know you finished cataloging days ago anyway… I want you to tell stories about me and my people. I want everyone to know that the people of this country descend from a resilient ancestry full of magic and ferocity and brilliance. I want the little girls, especially, to know they can be a warrior and a scholar.” She breathed, her eyes watery. “You will do this. You will tell these stories and be successful and alive. And I will destroy this amulet and collapse the tomb. I will die along with this dangerous magic, but I will die having completed my duty in keeping my people safe.”

Your eyes widened, full of tears, at her words. “I don’t want to lose you! You’re… you’re my friend, princess.”

Yuna sniffled, holding back her own sobs with a joke, “Well, you cannot stay. I’m almost positive that would kill you. Lack of air and all…” She leaned in slowly to kiss the tear tracks from your cheeks. “Besides, it would get dull rather quickly when I am put to eternal rest.”

You nodded, slowly packing up your things. Yuna had taken the liberty to stack the artifacts into your wagon before you even arrived. “I’m going to miss you…”

“I’m sorry it must end this way, but I did enjoy our brief time together.” Yuna took off one of her other precious necklaces, clasping it around your neck before you left the chamber. “I guess I did turn out to be the Bringer of Death… Just, it is my own.”

#itzy #shin yuna #reader #shin yuna x reader #itzy x reader #angst #fluff #mummy au #the mummy 1999 #oneshot #fictober

[littlebeesart]

More of the Mummy au 🙌🏼

#jayvik august #jayce x viktor #jayce arcane #jayce talis #jayvik #viktor arcane #arcane #arcane art #mummy au #my art

[anisaanisa]

The fun thing about comics is you get to use yourself as a reference 🤗

#mummy au #inuyasha #inuyasha fanart #subject to change #look at my new wip tag boy #inuyasha x kagome

[rexsokaficquotes]

“Rexford, if you’re not in that water in the next minute, I’ll push you in there myself.”

“There’s no need for pushing,” Rex hissed. “I’m merely getting acquainted with the distance. Doing calculations for the optimal jump. I wouldn’t want either of us to be injured.”

“Yes, well, once you’ve finished getting acquainted with the distance, do let me know.” Ahsoka swore, and Rex could hear her fumbling for something behind him. She sighed. “On second thought—”

If she said anything else, Rex didn’t hear her over his undignified shriek as he was forcefully shoved from the edge of the boat into the Nile. As he hit the water shoulder first, he cursed the day he’d met Ahsoka Tano.

— armchairaloof, hschooler, & melting_houses_of_gold, from Chapter 4 in ‘The Valley of the Mythosaur’

#rated: m #mummy au #alternate universe #1920s #rexsoka #rexsoka fic quotes #captain rex #ahsoka tano #the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #armchairaloof #hschooler #melting_houses_of_gold

[caripr94]

Zutara Mummy AU Idea

This is something that I've been thinking of for a year or two but haven't shared with anyone until now. It either takes place in our Earth, where it starts in late 15th century Japan and then picks up in the 21st century or in the Avatar World where it starts in the Fire Nation in Avatar Kyoshi's era and then picks up in the Avatar equivalent of our modern era. I haven't decided which yet, but the roles and origins of the characters would depend on each setting.

In the prologue, Zuko would be either a minor Kyoshi era Fire Nation prince or a samurai from a daimyo clan in Muromachi Period Japan, depending on the chosen setting. In both settings, he and his immediate family would be great firebenders and (secretly) powerful sorcerers, with the Japanese version being descended from onmyoji, magician courtiers. Katara would be the daughter of either a Southern Water Tribe chief or a Siberian Yup'ik chief.

Either way, they would meet, fall in love, and eventually marry to the approval of the clan patriarch (who would be either the Fire Lord or the local daimyo), but not of Ozai or Azula, who are still Zuko's father and sister, respectively, and their ruthless, power-hungry selves. Later on, Ozai and Azula try to take over their home nation and eventually the world. Zuko and Katara stop them, but they kill Katara. In his grief and rage, Zuko kills his father and sister in battle, but he is fatally wounded and Ozai has already cast a spell to allow all three of them to be magically preserved and resurrected and Zuko to be controlled by his family. In his dying breath, Zuko casts his own spell to allow his wife's reincarnation to resurrect him and maintain his free will. His allies bury him in the family tomb and, after trying to cremate them, hide Ozai and Azula's corpses in separate locations, which they guard to prevent the latter two's resurrections.

540 years later, explorers and treasure hunters find Azula's tomb and accidentally awaken her. After regenerating her body, she approaches Zuko's tomb in order to awaken him, control his mind, and get him to help her find and resurrect their father. In response, the guardians of Zuko's tomb work to lure a reincarnated Katara to it so that she can resurrect him first. This succeeds and Katara, who is now a college freshman from either the Southern Water Tribe or Alaska, accidentally awakens a completely preserved Zuko not long before Azula arrives. The reunited couple escape from Azula, but she hunts them down. Katara must now hide Zuko from his sister and help him navigate the modern world, all while reconciling her past life with her present one and redetermining her relationship with her former husband.

Please reply and reblog with your thoughts and vote which setting you think I should place this story in.

#atla #zutara #zuko #katara #politics #ozai #azula #mummy au #please reblog #japan #muromachi period #fire nation #avatar: the last airbender #kyoshi #southern water tribe #fanfiction

[maysoulrose]

Marinette as Evelyn. I thought this scene was perfect for her 😂 Part two of my miraculous / mummy au! 🌿 🌿 🌿 #themummy #themummy1999 #mlbmummyau #miraculousladybug #ladybug #miraculous #thomasastruc #marinettedupaincheng #mlb #mlbcrossover #crossover #fanart #mlbfanart #ladybugfanart #evelynoconnell #themummyfanart #ancientegypt #oldmovies #villainart #chatnoir #adrienette #adrienagreste #screenshotredraw #characterdesign #digitalart #fyp #explorepage #marinette #ladybug #marinettedupain

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #the mummy 1999 #mlb au #mummy au #mlb #ladybug #marinette #art #digital art #fanart #mlb fanart #maysoul art

[ellelans]

i saw that in your tags on the mummy gifset you wondered if there's an obikin au for it, and there may be a few but i know i did write a mummy au oneshot back in the day so i can offer you that (prompted #6: rosetta stone) 🫶

Oh thank you so much for the link! I read your Promped fics a while ago so I probably forgot about this one but hey now I have a new fic to read lol. And gonna use this opportunity to once again say how much I love your writing-you're so incredibly talented ❤️

#thanks again for the link will ❤️ #obikin #mummy au #intermundia

[melting-houses-of-gold]

The Valley of the Mythosaur

Mummy AU with @armchairaloof​ & @hannah-schooler​

“Hardly,” Rex scoffed. “Cody, this is one of your more terrible jests. Full points for an elaborate setup and I don’t even want to know what you’ve done to charm someone’s younger sister into playing along with your prank. She’s lovely, but not even those looks can fool me into thinking that creature is the godawful Dr. Tano. Nice try, brother. The premise is absurd and far-fetched, even for you.”

“Absurd?” a soft voice asked from somewhere behind Rex. “That’s rich, coming from you, Dr. Fett. Given some of your recent publications, I assumed you were intimately acquainted with the absurd and far-fetched.”

Read on AO3

#the valley of the mythosaur #mummy au #rexsoka #Star Wars fic #captain rex #ahsoka tano