#Ptah's fic

[erinptah]

The Chaos In You (and you, and you, and...) version of the "Marc puts his heart in Steven's hands" moment.

Zillah always thought she was Marc-and-Steven's shared daemon. Then, in the Duat, Steven comes into his own...and now, when Steven touches her, she and Marc feel it.

[erinptah-admin]

I've aired your Republic of Heaven Community Radio series since I first discovered it several years ago, but I'd never actually finished His Dark Materials, so I knew I was missing a lot. I just started rereading it again after finally reading all of HDM, and I'm understanding so much more of how your worldbuilding builds on and meshes with it! It's like rereading something as an adult that you'd last read as a child and noticing way more of the background plot. It's very exciting.

Very cool to hear, thank you! <3

[erinptah]

Have a supercut of Deadpool's greatest hits from the Cover of Knight Cinematic Universe!

Cover of Knight chapter 11: Vancouver:

"I can heal," interrupts Jake. "Huh? Since when?" "When d'you think? Since I got the suit, sabelotodo." "But that's a suit from the comics, not--" Red twists his head to look up (nothing there but empty night sky), then back at Jake. "Oh-em-gee, it's an MCU fic! Of course, you're the one who didn't get his own suit in season 1, so we're filling in the blanks with crossover lore! This is so exciting, you have no idea, I've been hot for Oscar Isaac since Star Wars."

...and 29: Ocean City:

"It's just. We don't understand what you're saying at least half the time, and it confuses and stresses us out." "Nah, it's fine, I get it," says Wade cheerfully. "My crazy doesn't match your crazy." "...yeah. Pretty much, yeah." "Don't worry -- with the movie not coming out for a few years, I probably won't be back in this fic anyway. Unless there's a new teaser trailer that's really inspirational! Or a big team-up chapter, where I'll probably just get a funny one-liner. Or maybe some kind of Pride Month special? I'll bring a flag for whatever it is when you're down to bang an alien tree -- as long as it's an adult alien tree, I'm not having impure thoughts about Groot in this continuity if he's still a sapling -- and you'll rep whatever it is when you're mostly into other guys played by the same actor. Tumblr's gotta have a word for that. Doppelsexual? Selfcestual? Solosexual?...Nope, wrong Star Wars character."

Reveals by Knight chapter 6: Batuu:

"Why the hell are you here, Wilson?" complains Jake as they fall into step, all in a row, Wade in the middle. Wade shrugs. "More authorial railroading? Inter-brand corporate synergy? Paying my fealties to the Mouse, hoping that he won't get annoyed with the production pause on my new movie and pull a Batgirl on the whole shebang? Take your pick." "You're doin' the thing where I don't know what the fuck you're saying again," pleads Jake. His head hurts. "Since when are you in movies?" "I'm not. An actor who plays me is. Although obviously he's not doing anything right now! He's no scab!" Grinning, Wade points to his face. "Get it? Irony!"

...and 33: Back in London:

"You know this...person?" asks one of the visibly freaked-out guards. They're surrounding the costumed vigilante, all their (non-magical) truncheons drawn...but keeping him at arms' length, because Deadpool could whip out a blade and chop all the truncheons in half with one swipe. "Unfortunately, yeah." Steven takes the lead on talking to them, both hands up, palms open. "Hi, Wade. What were you thinking? You're not allowed to bring katanas in here." Wade pouts. (The mask is on, he's just that expressive.) "But without them, how would I stab?" Steven rolls his eyes. "Sorry. He's just...like this. He's harmless, I promise." "Am not!" exclaims Wade. "I'll have you know I killed the whole Marvel Universe. Twice!"

Multiple chapters of Here's What You Missed, starting with chapter 5:

"Oh, mon dieu," groans Jean-Paul. "Who invited Wilson?" "Please! Wilson is...uh, about twenty different Marvel characters, at this point. Call me Wade," chirps Wade. "Look, this doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I think the author just wanted to get in some fourth-wall-breaking jokes, and Jen has a whole Actual Job keeping her busy, you know?" Darcy gives him a calculating look. "What was that about the fourth wall?" The general public has heard all kinds of rumors about both Hexes, but actual details are pretty thin on the ground. S.W.O.R.D. kept the Westview files on lockdown, and unlike with Project Cataract, they haven't been hacked. Some random guy shouldn't know Wanda's subconscious is running its own sitcom. "Oh, it's basically one of my superpowers! Now, some might call them 'annoying comedy gimmicks' or 'symptoms of brain damage' -- but I like to stay positive."

Aaaand here's a teaser for the WIP where he'll be appearing next:

"Guess it's serious exposition time," says Wade, as Logan parks the van. "Look -- have you ever felt like the whole universe was wrong? Like someone screwed up the entire course of history, and now the life you're living now isn't real?" "Well, yeah," says Steven, unfazed. "It's called depersonalization/derealization disorder? Lot of people have it since the Vanishing? One time I was in hospital for it, but it's not been that bad lately?" "No no no, this isn't actually related to your lifetime subscription of psychiatric issues--" "Oi." "--someone actually did break the universe. Specifically, he screwed up the canon continuity, by disrupting the origin story of every single MCU superhero. Miguel would hate him." "Who?" chorus Steven and Logan. "Totally different stoic gruff hottie with a sad backstory. Don't even worry about it."

Guys I need to see deadpool breaking the fourth wall in fanfics more. "The movie cut off 10 minutes ago, we're being written by a sleep deprived college student now"

[rems-writing]

An encounter with a Moon Knight

Pairing: Apollo!Hongjoong × MoonKnight!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): It starts out so well and then it gets depressing at the end

Genre: Fluff with an angsty ending

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

Context: Apollo is the god of music and the sun. He has a twin sister named Artemis, who is the goddess of the hunt and the moon.

Side note: ok originally I was gonna put the reader as a demigod. However, due to the fact that I didn't finish the PJO series on Disney Plus, I had to improvise

Once I catch up on the PJO series, maybe I'll write this trope again. But we'll see! Anyways

Includes: Yunho as Thor, Yeosang as Ptah, San as Hercules, Wooyoung as Loki, and Jongho as Sekhmet. There will be a tiny mention of Seonghwa as Anubis, but other than that, the ancient Egyptian god of the dead is completely gone. In addition, Mingi will not be in this as well. If you want to know where Seonghwa and Mingi have gone, you may read this so you can find them.

Thank you to @bunnliix for helping me decide the order of the fics I should write and post

In Greece's city square, people all around are doing the most normal things. From buying food/groceries at market stands to walking and chatting amongst themselves about whatever is going on in their lives, it seems like life is easy going, especially for the young god of music and the sun.

The Olympians know him as Apollo, but the mortals know him as Hongjoong.

Hongjoong was at a small cafe drinking coffee and munching on a sandwich slowly as he writes notes on empty staff paper, occasionally dipping his quill into an inkpot if he ran out of ink. He hums softly to himself whilst notating the melody at the same time. It was just another average day for him and he couldn't have been happier.

Until he heard a commotion from outside.

Snapping his head up, he looked out the window to see people gathering around or running towards the crowd to gather around. Looking at his surroundings, he waited until the coast was clear before snapping his fingers. The materials on the table disappeared, except for his coffee and sandwich. He packed up it and stood up from his table before bidding goodbye to the cafe's owner and exiting the small coffee shop so he could join the crowd.

He approached the crowd and squeezed through carefully to see what was going on. He asked one of the people for context on what was happening and that person simply pointed out something that was laying on the ground. Hongjoong turned his head slowly and his face paled.

That wasn't something.

It was someone.

As he got closer, his godly senses were on high alert. It didn't help that the crowd closed in on him now while he crouched down to see who this person was. A silent gasp escaped his lips as he saw the face of the person that was laying on the ground unconscious.

It was one of Khonshu's Moon Knights.

More specifically, it was the Moon Knight that Seonghwa Anubis explicitly told his godly brethren to not go near at all costs.

Y/N.

As the Spector twin laid unconscious, Hongjoong breathed in deeply before standing up to address the crowd.

"GUYS, IF YOU COULD PLEASE TAKE A STEP BACK AND ALLOW A BIT OF BREATHING ROOM FOR OUR GUEST! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM!"

His voice rang out throughout the city square and the people, albeit still concerned or curious, obeyed his command and stepped back as much as possible so he could pick up the unconscious twin and carry them to safety.

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You didn't know how you ended up in Greece, yet you did either way.

One minute, you were with Marc in some random town to try and complete this fuckass mission Khonshu sent you guys on. The next minute, the both of you were thrown out of said town and went flying across the globe. You had no idea where your brother was and you were panicking. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you instantly knew that there was a godly presence behind you. Frozen in your place, you slowly looked up to see a kind man looking down at you with concern.

And he was pretty.

Soft lips, pretty nose, high cheekbones, brown eyes that were comforting, and an even prettier smile. His body was clad in an off-white t-shirt with some logo on it and a pair of black gym shorts.

What caught your attention the most was the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. You tilted your head to the side to try and read it.

"No1LikeMe"

Even though your voice was hoarse, Hongjoong's smile grew bigger as you read the words on his tattoo out loud. You seemed calmer now, which was exactly what he wanted. He sat down next to you on the bed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are you ok?"

His voice was soft and a bit high pitched yet it carried a light feeling as he spoke. You nodded and stretched a bit before sighing and looking at him.

"Thanks for rescuing me. Um... weird question, but which god are you? I sensed a powerful aura when you approached me."

"Ahh. That's fine. My human name is Kim Hongjoong, but in this city's mythology, I'm known as Apollo."

You nodded in acknowledgement to his answer. You studied up on a bit of Greek mythology when you were younger so to have the god of music sitting right next to you was a bit overwhelming but in a good way.

"How long was I out?"

"For about three days."

THREE DAYS?!

WELL SHIT

You laughed awkwardly and were prepared to apologize when you felt his hand grab yours gently. You noticed that he had his pinky finger painted in an olive-green nail polish. You thought that was unique.

"Don't apologize, Y/N. I assumed you were on a mission and somehow, it went sideways and you ended up crash landing here."

Seeing the apprehension on your face due to him knowing your name without you telling him, Hongjoong quickly clarified.

"Before you ask, Anubis told us about you. How he let you go since he would feel even worse if he took you to the Field of Reeds at such a young age after dying underneath the statue of Khonshu."

Upon hearing the old bird's name, you cringed.

"Speaking of that fuckass pigeon, we were on a mission for him. The enemy was strong and we got defeated easily. Hence, how I landed here."

Hongjoong nodded in acknowledgement as you clarified your unannounced presence.

"Ahh. I see. If I may ask, are you in a rush to get back on that mission? If not, I can ask my sister to fend off Khonshu whilst you recover and find a way to contact Marc."

Upon hearing Artemis's name, you nodded eagerly. She was your favorite moon deity and Olympian goddess so you took Hongjoong's offer up quickly.

"Will I have to do anything for her in return?"

"Other than maybe hunt some things for her, not really. Just recover. I'll help you find a way to get in touch with Marc."

"Thank you, Apollo."

"Just call me Hongjoong. Hearing my official name makes our friendship too formal."

You blushed out of awkwardness and Hongjoong patted your head before snapping his fingers. A record player appeared and his music was playing in the background. The soft melody made you relax and forget about everything as you laid down and fell back asleep.

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That encounter happened three months ago. Ever since then, Hongjoong has been keeping up with updates about you through Artemis. As he sat in the same spot in the cafe and composed more music, his mind was completely in the zone.

Until Artemis sprinted into the cafe in her own human disguise and haphazardly sat across from him.

Startled by her sudden appearance, Hongjoong flinched and looked up. Usually, Artemis was calm and neutral so seeing her all frazzled and bewildered was unsettling.

"What's wrong, dear sister?"

"I've been given a message from Taweret. She said that you need to meet up with your friends for a meeting. With the urgency in her voice, I fear it's something bad."

Hongjoong nodded firmly and packed up everything before snapping his fingers and transporting himself from the cafe to the usual meet up place.

A secret room within The Colosseum.

He was soon met with the faces of his beloved friends.

Jeong Yunho, aka Thor Odinson

Kang Yeosang, aka Ptah

Choi San, aka Hercules

Jung Wooyoung, aka Loki Laufeyson

And Choi Jongho, aka Sekhmet

He saw a curly haired woman sitting in Seonghwa's Anubis's place and he instantly recognized who she was.

Layla El-Faouly, the wife of Marc Spector.

She served as Taweret's temporary avatar before so Hongjoong assumed that the hippo goddess asked permission to take over Layla once again since she can't leave the Duat.

"Hello, Layla. It's nice to meet you." Hongjoong politely said and Layla shyly waved. San raked over her awkward form and he was about to say something when Wooyoung whacked him over the head.

"San! She's married! And she's only here for a short time. So stop it!" Wooyoung hissed.

Ever since the Norse god of mischief started dating that Avenger in his timeline, Hongjoong noticed an air of maturity surrounding him. He was still playful and silly, but this time, he actually took things seriously.

Hongjoong noticed Layla stand straight momentarily before going back to normal. However, instead of the French accent she spoke with, a British accent came out of her mouth.

Taweret was here.

As the hippo goddess wrung her hands nervously, she looked to the rest of the gods, who were watching her intently.

"Um... so. I have an announcement for you all."

She breathed in and out shakily before continuing to speak.

"A lot of you are wondering why Anubis isn't here. Well... there is a reason. But at the end of the day, I am just the messenger."

She held out her hand and a scarab appeared. As it flew in her hand, its bioluminescent wings shone brightly to make a screen appear.

In the screen was Seonghwa, aka Anubis

"Hi, everyone. If you're seeing this message, then that means... I'm truly gone."

Everyone gasped, including Hongjoong. Only Yeosang and Jongho were the only ones that weren't as shocked with this revelation.

They knew.

"I'm not really dead per say, but... I've decided to join the mortal world. My memories as the ancient Egyptian god of the dead have been left behind in the Duat. I am a new man in a new body with a clear mind and an open clean heart. You may be wondering to yourselves now. Why would I do this?"

Hongjoong had a feeling but he decided to let his friend say it.

"As all of you were aware, Y/N was in the Duat momentarily when that follower of Ammit shot my beloved twice and left them to die."

Everyone cringed at Ammit's name, including Yunho. And he was usually the brightest god in their friend group.

"I took care of them and made sure they went back with Taweret to the land of the living so they could stop Ammit's wrath. However, in the process... my heart was broken once more."

A quiet sniffle from the god made Hongjoong's heart lurch in pain.

"I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to keep them to myself. However, if I did, then Ammit would've taken over the world. And I couldn't have that. I expressed my frustration with Taweret. She told me that I could be reunited with Y/N... for a small price."

A lone tear ran down the god's face.

"Did I pay it? Yes. Was it worth it...?"

The god smiled sadly yet it was bright and full of love.

"Yes. It was. By the time this message ends, I will most likely be in a new body with a new name. Do not search for me. Rather... remember me and make sure my old name lives on. Goodbye, my dear friends. May we reunite again someday."

The message soon ends and Taweret made the scarab disappear before comforting a crying Yunho. Wooyoung was comforting San while Hongjoong exchanged a knowing look with Yeosang and Jongho.

The three of them knew that this day would come. And yet...

They can't help the small grins on their faces. After all...

Their friend deserved to be happy.

[poptod]

Hi! So I don’t know if you’re doing asks for fic writing; if you’re not, ignore this entire thing and just know I loved your fic about Ahkmenrah! If you are, read on! <3

Your fic gave me an idea: what if Ahkmenrah had a lover in his past life in Ancient Egypt, and since he saw how alive Teddy and the other wax figures were, he asks for there to be made a statue of them (I’m thinking of his lover being a female, since that’s what was the norm back then [I think??] but it’s whatever). Larry agrees to try and persuades one to be made, as you had an infamous murder or something. Ahkmenrah is super excited and giddy to finally see them after so many years and wants to live the rest of his kind of afterlife with them! But then the ANGST comes in. He kind of overwhelms them in the first moments, and they’re disoriented. They don’t know where they are, how they’re alive, because they know they’re dead, or who the people around them are. It’s established that the exhibits know their past because of Octavius knowing Pompeii, but they feel like they’re two people. It’s a little bit ruined, their entire happy reunion, but eventually it gets fluffy again and Ahk is so excited to show them the new world!

I’m a new fan to Night at the Museum (if you can believe it), and Ahkmenrah is best boi! If you feel like doing it, shoot! If not, then if it’s not too much trouble, please say that so I have closure or…idk. Have a nice whatever time it is!

To be honest... I've done some stories similar to this already! One is more recent and the other is my oldest Ahkmenrah fic, Say My Name. Similar, but not the same. And... sad to say... I don't really write too much for Night at the Museum anymore, although I am still rife with love for it. I'm focused more on historical things! I'm finishing up The Night Grows Dim which will likely be my last long fic for Ahkmenrah for... maybe a long time. And to be honest again, my longer stories already haven't really been about Ahkmenrah for quite some time.

I'm still writing, of course, but my stories coming up take place in Petra around 600 AD, and another one takes place during the Islamic Golden Age. I don't know if I will share them since I doubt people will want to read them here, online. The latter was originally a fanfiction idea for Ahk but I realized it was waaaay too far removed from Ahkmenrah for it to be a fanfiction. He hasn't got the same name, totally different timeline, no familiar characters even from the list of original characters I've used in other Ahkmenrah stories time and time again. So... all my upcoming long stories are original.

I'm also sorry for taking so long to reply to this. I hesitated to say any of this stuff because it kind of feels like letting go of an era! But I still write short fics for Ahk sometimes. I think this fic is a good idea and someone should certainly write it. But my plate is sort of full with my translation works, study of Ptah-Hotep, mapmaking for Egyptian sites, Arabic studies, and other things... thank you for requesting anyway. I hope your day is wonderful. (:

[ghostly-wisteria-tea]

In my fic, MCU Khonshu really, really have a bad opinion on the modern cults.

This grew from stopping a lot of apocalyptic cults who want to take over the world in the past millennia. Even from a branch of his own cult at the early century, which he had to stop personally when they refused to listen to him and start making up stuff about his character.

The thing about cults in Khonshu's home, is that it emphasizes on not being the "supreme" god, there are hundreds of them so they all have to share followers, priests and worshipers. Each city have their own creator god, trinity, and patron that intersect, so it's not a problem if you move to another city that worship Sobek, but prefer Osiris since it is the patron on your old birth city. All that matters is that you don't be a jerk to everyone and the patron just because the patron is not one prefer. They all have to be tolerant and co-exists because Khonshu isn't the only god around. He even shares one temple with his parents, and other gods, and got fused to bunch of others over the years from Thoth, Osiris, Ptah, Yah, etc.

But later, cults have changed from being a center of benevolent reverence, respect and co-existence, to just brainwashing centers that preach supremacy, and soft-ideas of world-domination that makes you intolerant to other gods. Becoming more and more territorial that focus more on survival and staying relevant, AND crushing the competition, regardless of if it means twisting the old rules. And since the MCU Ennead made a huge rule about not showing themselves, Khonshu's own cult was monitored in case they might start expanding to other territories and adding extra features to Khonshu. Like they end up lumping so many attributes that have nothing to do with him, practically trying to make him Egyptian Jesus/Yahweh. And this end up having a huge effect on Khonshu as they are essentially creating a new identity to Khonshu. Which he really doesn't appreciate since they are essentially erasing any trace of the OG Khonshu. Which is like, "Killing" his soul.

HYDRA actually came close to figuring out the Egyptian gods still exist, and with it, the Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus. Along with all the other still working relics.

And since a Nazi scientist wanted to get the Holy Grail, and Thor's hammer, if he found out that the Emerald Tablet, another object of an ancient civilization exists, he will start targeting the Egyptian Gods to add to his list of "mythological items he wants to add to his collection".

So Khonshu had to find any of the remaining working relics and destroy them when the Ennead refused to because of the whole, "non-interference" rule. While avoiding all the HYDRA spies around the world.

Then Arthur Harrow tried to start one.

Khonshu practically have PTSD from Arthur Harrow's attempt and the Ammit cult, which is pretty much fresh for his age. And the internal guilt of not stopping the man from the beginning, and practically enabling Arthur's decision by being a really shitty boss.

His guilt grew when he realized that he was so focused on his duty, that he didn't saw Arthur's deteriorating mental state until it was too late and it all bite him in the ass.

So yeah, he really, really doesn't want that to happen again. Especially with a second Marc who he realizes now, is doing what Arthur Harrow did with the whole cult thing.

I mean, he tries to rectify his past actions. But it just what he thinks is the right thing and done so recklessly that it will just crash and burn.

He was never one to do things in moderation. He usually has this philosophy of Go Hard, or Go Home.

So even his definition of being more "Helpful", can be a bit much.

[erinptah]

eyyyy, pretty sure this was the clip that inspired John Oliver's Infinitely Recursive Fanfiction Adventure

and a few more short fun fics to tempt y'all (the videos that inspired them are mostly no longer available, but you'll get the idea):

2011: follow-up to a toss in which Stephen makes New Year's Resolutions for Jon

2012: the personal notes of Jon and Stephen's marriage counselor

2010-2012: every time same-sex marriage reaches another legal milestone, Stephen almost marries some dude (and Ellen DeGeneres that one time)

2016, based on one of the Late Show segments post-TCR: after his trip to the Republican convention, Stephen comes home to the cabin…and he brought a friend

Can you please elaborate on the Stephen Colbert RPF thing. This is a judgment free zone I’m just deathly curious

Ah yes well you see Stephen Colbert used to play a parody of a Fox News pundit on a show called The Colbert Report (American news satire program popular in the late 00s/early 10s). The character was explicitly a closeted gay man who was driven to conservatism due to his own insecurity/internalized homophobia. He had a homoerotic relationship with Jon Stewart whom he pretended to hate but had several romantic moments with.

When their shows ended they wrote a soft epilogue for their fictionalized selves where they retire to a cabin in the woods together and it’s implied they’re married now. The most beautiful self-written rpf of all time.

It was a beautiful slow burn self-written rpf that unfolded over, like, 10 years they worked together? It started as a joke but ended up being a genuine canon part of the fictionalized Stephen Colbert? I’m not joking.

[stemroses]

Erin Ptah (@bicatperson) has two really, REALLY good F/F A/B/O fics for the show Madoka Magica. They're both excellent and I always recommend them when the subject comes up. You have to be logged in to an AO3 account to open these links.

First https://archiveofourown.org/works/1609940 Second https://archiveofourown.org/works/561869

Oh!!!! Thank you so much!!!

First

Second

[erinptah]

cptdanversbiggestfan reblogged spudly0 1m ago

sowl Follow 14h ago

HOLY FUCK HAVE WE ALL SEEN THIS

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY F U C K

#superhero tag #Moon Knights #screaming crying throwing things

gnu-tony-stark Follow 13h ago

Someone from Jewish tumblr please translate for the rest of us??

mishegascleo Follow 11h ago

So it's a TikTok (from the official Moon Girl account, don't think she and the Moon Knights are actually affiliated, but I guess they team up sometimes?) of a Moon Knight saying a long paragraph that basically boils down to "don't be a jerk on the internet."

The reason Jewish Tumblr is flipping out about it is, this 1-minute video is packed with bits of Yiddish and Hebrew. Some highlights:

mishegas = insanity, craziness, wackiness

geneivat da'at = lying or misrepresenting something, literally "stealing knowledge"

kvetching = complaining

mitzvah = a commandment, specifically a good deed that Jewish people are commanded to do

schmuck = a dick, in both the literal and figurative senses

lashon hara = callout culture (no seriously, it's when you spread bad news about people that's factually accurate, but you're not doing it to help anyone or improve a situation, you're just reveling in the drama)

mishpocheh = family, including chosen family

And he uses them all right! And he's talking so fast, but the pronunciation is spot-on. There's no acCENT on the wrong sylLABle. Even if someone else wrote it for him, he wouldn't be that casually fluid if this wasn't a mode he was already used to talking in.

ORTHODOX MOON KNIGHT IS JEWISH, Y'ALL. And not a new convert (this is not a dig at converts, you are loved and valid!), but someone who grew up in a community that talked like this. My heart.

#superhero stuff tag #Moon Knights #the others aren't in the video but he implies they're Jewish too #this is the least important thing about all this but-- #it is officially kosher to call them Orthodox and Reform now #see what I did there

mishegascleo Follow 6h ago

Seeing a whole lot of schmucks in the replies going "no ACTUALLY he pronounced such-and-such wrong."

Well, I am here to tell you that Jewish people are found in all different regions and cultures! What you are hearing is a specific accent, not "pronouncing things wrong." Hope that helps!

#not gonna try to pin down the exact accent #that feels uncomfortably close to doxxing #let's just say I know a few people who pronounce stuff EXACTLY the same way #and leave it at that

allthegoodthorfanblogsweretaken Follow 2h ago

Ok but if they ARE confirmed Jewish, doesn't that make it INCREDIBLY problematic for them to be working for an Egyptian god? Like is this really the representation we should be excited about??

spudly0 Follow 46m ago

real people cannot be bad representation of their own identities you walnut

[raemanzu]

When Atem lost his father, he could never have anticipated how short his own reign would be. A far cry from his idealistic dreams of a fair and equal future, instead he finds himself reckoning with the atrocities committed by his uncle under the previous pharaoh's watch. If the price to awaken Zorc was the complete erasure of an entire village of souls, what could one young king possibly offer to balance the scales and set things right?

This fic covers Atem's last day, assuming things don't happen exactly as they do in Bakura's little memory world RPG, but still following the main beats of canon. Strong focus on the friendship between Atem, Mana, and Mahad, as well as Atem and Priest Seto. This has already been written and will be uploaded over a short time in chapters

This one is pretty short, and so will be the next (and final) chapter. I was going to post more yesterday but our complex had a power outage so the internet was down....

Preview:

           Mafdet's shrine at Ipet-isut was tucked within Sekhmet's sanctuary at the Temple of Ptah. Atem and Seto had left their horse on the west bank of the Nile, and by the time they were hurrying past the reliefs of the temple's small courtyard signifying their passage into the spiritual realm, Zorc was nearly on top of them, held at bay only by the furious attacks of Ra's beast.

           Flares of golden light brighter than the sun dragon's great flaming wings erupted through the entrance behind them, throwing their shadows long across the floor and walls, darkening the painted carvings of Ptah, of Mut and Osiris, and once they had entered the sanctuary of Sekhmet, the feline form of the goddess and her son, the god Nefertum. Here, the light of the battle came from a small zenithal opening in the ceiling, the roaring flashes of battle far less peaceful than the single quiet shaft of sun or moonlight the architect had intended. As they approached the shrine to Mafdet at the back of the sanctuary, they were greeted by illuminated depictions of the striped cat-formed goddess with her knife piercing serpent after serpent, her great claw tearing out the hearts of evildoers. A layer of dust and debris from the ceiling rested upon the artifacts of the shrine as each new booming attack and movement of the unfathomable battle shook veins of sand free from the stones overhead.

Read it on AO3

[erinptah]

Getting the feeling that you're conflating "their prose isn't as high-quality as their drawings" with "they're not putting enough time/effort into their prose."

Writing is a skill like any other -- you get better by doing a lot of it, over a long period of time. If the switch from "fully-drawn comic" to "prose narrative" is actually a switch from "the artistic format I've been honing and practicing for years" to "an artistic format I'm just trying out for the first time," then yeah, it makes sense that the quality would slip.

If Stephen King decided his next book was going to switch from "the written novel format he's been perfecting for the past 50 years" to "his very first attempt at drawing a comic," I bet you'd notice a quality slip there too!

It's not about a lack of care or respect for the medium. It's just about being earlier in the learning curve.

i am going to criticize the practisce that many webcomic authors do of turning their fully illustrated comics into text with a few drawings here and there.

a lot of this is me being salty that my favourite comics changed medium in a way i personally didnt like but i think i have a leg to stand on here.

there is something that is perhaps a little bit dismissive about the assumption they make when they do this. every time it happens is done with the idea that "drawing comic pages is too hard and takes too much work, simply writing text is faster and easier" as a way to save on time and effort.

problem with this is that they are assuming writing is easy.

writing is actually hard, writing well, the kind of writing that is worth reading, the kind of writing that is actually artful and not just serviceable amateur descriptions of scenes, takes a lot of thought and a lot of effort. writing done well can very well take just as much time as drawing a good comic page. but people dont realize this because when you see a bad drawing the fact that is bad is immediatly apparent, whereas any page filled with text looks more or less the same as any other, regardless of its contents.

so its a little demeaning to the craft of writing this idea many artists have that its actually a time-saving method of conveying a story. because if its done well it certainly isnt.

[alcalavicci]

Finally typed up that one gen fic I mentioned before and do like since it’s so damn funny and I’m saving it here for posterity:

(Disclaimer- if this is yours and you don’t want it online, send me an ask and I’ll take it down)

My Brother, the Beauty Queen (by Kim Smith and Judi Toth)

“Tell me another story.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Katie, c’mon. I’ve already told you about Jimmy, Chad, Cam and Phillip. Isn’t that enough for one night?”

His sister grinned impishly. She may have been forty-one, but right now she looked about five. “Please?”

“A word of advice, Sam.” The words were muffled, with good reason. Katie’s husband Jim lay face down on the couch across the living room. His wife was sitting on him, administering a backrub. “Don’t argue, just tell her. Maybe then she’ll let us go to bed.”

“Katie.” The voice floated past Sam from the direction of the kitchen. “From what I understand, Sam ‘leaped’ nearly a hundred times. I don’t think we’re gonna run out of stories anytime soon.” Tom appeared in the doorway separating the two rooms, holding an open bottle of beer and yawning.

“Only one hundred? We’ll run out of them too soon! And I haven’t heard enough tonight. Come on, Sammy, just one more. Please?”

“You shouldn’t have given her my bedroom when I went in ‘Nam, Sam. It spoiled her.”

Jim raised his head from the pillow cradled in his arms. “You mean it wasn’t inborn? Ouch! Katie, stop! I’m sorry already! Jeez, I think you broke a rib.”

“It’s a good thing your brother-in-law is a doctor, then. He’ll fix you up after,” she emphasized, glaring at Sam, “he tells me a story.”

Seeing no way out, Sam sighed heavily. Okay. “Let’s see...”

“I have one.”

Everyone turned towards the voice coming from the patio door. They had almost forgotten Al was there, he’d been so quiet during the siblings’ conversation. Katie twisted around to look at him, eliciting a groan from her living seat. “Is it good?”

Al carefully studied the tip of his glowing cigar. “Well… I recall a time in 1958. June, I believe it was. In Georgia...”

There was no way anyone could’ve missed the effect Al’s words had on Sam. His eyes went very wide, and he began to fidget in his chair. “Um, hey, Katie. Did I tell you we found the tomb of Ptah-Hotep? I almost got killed on that leap.”

His sister looked at him for a moment, then deliberately turned back to Al. “Georgia, huh?”

“Uh huh. We were at this hotel...” Al paused to take a long drag on his cigar. “At a convention, of sorts.”

“Yes?” Katie prompted.

“Or how about the time I was a trapeze artist. You remember, Tom… remember how I’m scared of heights? Got over it then, let me tell you.” Sam paused to see if they were merciful. “Please let me tell you!”

Slow grins appeared on both of the other Becketts’ faces. “Go on, Al,” Tom said.

“Sam took the place of someone participating in...” He looked over at Sam, eyes narrowing. The younger man’s fidgeting grew more pronounced. “...A contest.”

“I was an actor,” Sam said desperately. “I played Hamlet. On a stage. In front of people. Nude.”

Katie raised an eyebrow, then held up a finger at him. “Hold that thought, bro’. Al?”

The older man’s eyes gleamed in a way that scared Sam. “Actually, it was more of a pageant.”

“You know, I just remembered. I promised Donna a backrub before she went to sleep. I’ll just go upstairs...”

A heavy hand pressed him back into the chair. Sam looked up into Tom’s grinning face. “Why, it would be rude to leave now, little brother. After all, the admiral listened to all of your stories. It’s only polite that you should sit here and listen to his.”

Sam covered his eyes. “Oh boy.”

Al walked into the living room. The man who, as a hologram never passed up the chance to take a bow he hadn’t earned, knew this stage was his. “To be precise, it was the ‘Deep South’ beauty pageant...”

“Time out,” Tom interrupted. “A pageant for men? In the fifties?”

Katie shook her head. “Tom, I think you’re missing a point here...”

Tom’s eyes widened. “You mean… Sam was a...”

“A woman,” Al nodded, matter-of-fact. “More than once, actually. But those are other stories.”

“And ones we’ll hear.” Tom leaned down, closer to Sam, and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sure.”

Something that might have been a groan escaped from the lump that was once a proud Nobel Prize winner.

“This young lady, Darlene Monte, was quite a looker. Deserved to be in a beauty pageant. She also had the brains to go along with the looks. She went on to college with the money she won in the contest and become one of the first heart surgeons in the country.” Al paused for effect. “Beautiful. Graceful. And with a good chance of placing in the pageant… that is, until your brother leapt in.”

Katie wiggled in anticipation. “I’m likin’ this already.”

“He did bad enough in the swimsuit competition… but then there was the talent competition.”

Sam’s head popped up. “Wait a second! I did really well in the talent competition. In fact, I won because of the talent competition.”

“You won?” Tom asked disbelievingly. He shook his head in mock horror. “My brother, the beauty queen.”

Jim sat up, dislodging his wife. “Adding yet another title to your resume, Sam?”

“Et tu, Jim?” came the feeble response from the family genius.

“Getting back to this talent contest thing,” Katie said, rearranging herself on the couch. “What did he do?”

“I sang ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ The crowd loved it,” Sam said defensively.

All eyes turned to Al, who shrugged his shoulders. “He’s right. The crowd ate it up.”

Sam nodded his satisfaction at Al’s concession.

“’Course, that was the pageant. At the recital, he sang ‘Cuanto Le Gusta’… and he didn’t do as well.”

“So? I had never heard the song before. So what? I dropped it; I sang ‘Great Balls of Fire,’ and I won.” Sam ended with a firm nod of his head.

There was a pause. Everyone shifted expectantly, waiting for the punchline from Al. When none was forthcoming, Katie gave him a searching look. “This is a good story?”

The older man shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I guess it was his costume. You see, it was this red and gold flowered thing.” His hands began to wave over his body vaguely. “With this big hat thingy…” His arms moved in expanding circles in the air. “And it kept tipping...” Al comically leaned to his left then swayed to his right, still drawing circles in the air.

The only person left smiling in the room was Sam, obviously relieved to be spared an embarrassing moment. “I guess it’s about time that we started to turn in. I’ll tell you another story tomorrow, Katie.” The quantum physicist began to stretch in his chair.

“It’s really hard to describe...” Al began.

“That much is obvious,” Jim interjected.

“…so I guess I’ll have to show you.”

Sam stiffened. Somewhere behind him, he heard a trap door slam shut. “What?”

Al pulled a handlink out of his pocket and activated it.

“What do you mean, ‘show’?”

Ignoring him, Al spoke to the link. “Ziggy, access one of Dr. Beckett’s leaps. Monte, Darlene. 1958.” He turned to Katie and said confidentially, “He doesn’t know about the film.”

Sam stared at Al in shock. “What do you mean, ‘film’? The rehearsal wasn’t...”

Al just looked at him.

“Oh no. No!”

“Yes! Oh yes!” Katie crowed, clapping her hands. “This is definitely something I want to see.”

Tom plopped down next to her. “This will be an experience.”

Al began turning the television to face the trio on the couch more fully. “The film is a little grainy. But I think the quality is pretty good for something fifty years old. Anyway, you’ll get the picture. Pun intended.”

Sam shook his head. “He doesn’t really have any film. He’s just playing with me. This is a big joke. Really.”

In unison, everyone turned to Sam and smiled, then looked back to the TV. The black and white picture on the screen showed a medium-sized stage with a line of white curtains draped across the back. A young woman, dressed in a Carmen Miranda outfit, slowly appeared from behind the curtains, reluctance written all over her face. The slit in the front of her skirt opened almost all the way every time she took a step. Ineffectually tugging at it, she continued on stage, anxiously looked to her right and mumbled at thin air.

“So where’s Sam?” asked Tom.

Al smiled at the screen and answered, “That’s him, on stage now. I was standing right next to him, trying to get him to act more like he knew what he was doing. But of course, he couldn’t just trust me.”

The TV speakers began to play the Latin music and the young contestant nervously stepped forward and started to sing. One beat off.

“Cuanto le gusta, le gusta, le gusta, le gusta, le gusta, le gusta, le gusta.”

The dance that accompanied the song could, at best, be called unrehearsed. The performer swayed drunkenly on her heels, obviously not knowing whether to go right or left. Her top heavy hat teetered in the opposite direction of her hips, as if the fruit on top wanted to jump down and take over the dance. The presentation was not helped by the lady in question continually glancing right, as if searching for clues.

“What’ll we see there? Who will be there?” “Darlene” continued plodding through the song, seemingly unaware that she was just slightly off pitch. “What’ll be the big surprise?”

Jim and Tom laughed as she began to turn in circles like a puppy chasing after its tail.

“Oh, the poor girl!” Katie exclaimed.

“But it’s not a girl!” Tom worked out between guffaws. “It’s Sam, looking mighty fine. Say, nice legs, little brother!”

Sam was unable to take his eyes off the TV; it was simply too horribly fascinating. He remembered all too clearly the frustration and humiliation he had felt every time he leaped into a woman. He hadn’t realized he had projected his misery so obviously, though. No wonder his leaps as women had always been the hardest.

“Here’s where Sam really lost it. The song could’a been his, but he blew it.” Al’s gravelly voice projected amusement as the girl on the stage began a new line, by only singing the back-up singer’s lines.

“...We’re on our way… Pack up your bag… And if we stay… We won’t come back.”

Roars of laughter came from the sofa. It’s not often that an audience is witness to an act with one back-up singer and dancer, but no lead. Even Sam had to smile in concession at the absurd picture he had presented.

The television now showed the hapless beauty pageant positioning herself for the next round. “Thank you. That’ll be all for now,” came from off camera. Surprised, “Darlene” looked down. Realizing that meant she was free to go, she gratefully gathered her skirt in front of herself with one hand and her fruit-top in the other and beat as hasty a retreat as possible.

Tom looked over at Sam, who was trying to make himself look unconcerned. Still chuckling, the eldest Beckett shook his head at Sam. “You know, when your friends at Indiana State got you drunk and convinced you to go streaking, I thought we had just reached the pinnacle of your ‘wild ways.’ I mean, after all, you got drunk underage, exposed yourself and got expelled, all in one shot. But I never knew, little brother, that you liked to go stage-hopping in drag.”

“Before marrying Katie, I was told that the Beckett clan had some… eccentric members.” Jim grinned at Sam. “But I do wish I’d been warned about the cross-dressing. Is that something we’ll have to worry about in our kids?”

Katie stood and walked over to her brother. “Don’t be so hard on him, guys. After all, he did a wonderful thing. He helped that young woman become a doctor. And it is quite an accomplishment to win a beauty pageant.” She leaned down to look Sam straight in the eyes. “I do have one question, though.”

Warily, Sam gave her a short nod.

“How did you get your legs so smooth? Did you use a waxing system, or was it just shaving?” she asked earnestly.

The laughter began all over again, this time even louder.

Over Katie’s head, Sam met Al’s dark eyes. “A hologram,” he said loudly. “can’t be touched. Trying to reach for it, your hand passes right through. But you aren’t a hologram any more, Al.” The quantum physicist stood and began a menacing walk towards the admiral.

Katie interposed herself between the two men. “Now, Sam, we’re just having a little fun. You can’t blame Al for getting into the spirit of things. Sam?”

“Al, if you want me to, I’ll stop him.” Tom stood to his full six foot three inches. “I can still take on my little brother.”

Al stood his ground, waving away the offered help. “No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

Sam stopped his advance just a few inches from the admiral. Frowning, he glared down at his friend. “Why aren’t you at least backing off? You backed off when I tried to throw a pie in your face when you were a hologram. What gives?”

Rocking on his heels, a smug grin on his face, Al said, “January 24, 1961. Andrews Air Force Base. Bobo.”

“Time for bed,” came the instant response from Sam. “Good night.”

Everyone stared in shock as the former time traveler practically flew out of the room. As the last of the thumping, taking steps two at a time, faded, three pairs of eyes looked back at Al.

“Al, tell me another story.”

[comicteaparty]

May 20th-May 26th, 2020 Reader Favorites Archive

The archive for the Reader Favorites chat that occurred from May 20th, 2020 to May 26th, 2020.  The chat focused on the following  question:

How do you personally keep track of everything you read?

carcarchu

for western webcomics i Don't unless i read them on tapas or webtoons where it saves my place. otherwise if it's something i really love i'll leave it in a tab indefinitely saving my spot. for eastern webomics i religiously update my reading history on anilist or MU

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

I uh

Don't

Capitania do Azar

I keep RSS feeds on things I absolutely must not forget and also keeping up with people's twitters

tho twitter is a very unstable way to get update notifications because things get lost real fast

but RSS never really failed me

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Bookmarks. If a comic goes onto my reading list, it goes into my bookmarks. I used to do RSS but that habit died with google reader.

RebelVampire

A mix of memory and Archive Binge (https://archivebinge.com/). Although these days probably more the former just because I have so little time for any reading I only do in bulk to the point I'll usually remember where I left off since I fortunately have a pretty good memory once I read a few pages. That being said, I have been considering switching to RSS feeds just for convenience, but time has really gotten in the way of me doing that as well. XD

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

...Poorly

Unless I get an email notification about it, or see an update on Twitter, I usually forget about the comic for a while. But the good news is, when I do remember, there are often many new pages to come back to. Like a mini binge!

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I'm really bad at it, which is why I typically read comics on host sites like Webtoon, Tapas, etc. (Sorry all you personal website peeps!) I make very rare exceptions, because it's just too difficult for me to keep track of all the websites and all the new pages. The only other way that I can keep track is if I'm in the Discord server for a particular comic. If personal sites had easy to find email subscription buttons or something though, I'd probably be able to keep track better.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Mailing list for "finished this chapter!" emails sounds reasonable. So you only get it every chapter.

Though for people who do longer chapters, maybe "finished this scene" emails might be a better option.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I don't mind page by page updates, but I might be one of the few that does a pretty good job of remembering what happened every page. But yeah! Email updates would so help me since I my email alerts my phone, so I can check important stuff (and comics) right away if I want to.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I personally wouldn't want email for every new page for every comic I follow

I also don't mind page by page updates, but for email, it's different.

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I usually just keep the tab open for them on my Chrome....but most of the comics I read are from tapas/webtoons. However.....getting email updates would honestly flood my inbox, so I probably wouldn't want that

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I mean, my inbox is already flooded with BS, lol. If you've ever bought something online or made an account anywhere, your inbox will be flooded, so it's really a minor inconvenience for me.

Also, you wouldn't be required to get email updates if you don't want them, but the option would be nice

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Email for "every comic you follow that updated today" could work, like if a site like archivebinge could work that out.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Oh that would be lovely

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

Honestly i like that idea too!

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I mean I guess we already have something close -- just bookmark AB and go there

But an email feature would definitely simplify it for many folks

DanitheCarutor

Oh man, I use public hosting sites, Discord and Twitter, which isn't the best for stand-alone site comics. Every so often I bookmark a comic I plan on reading, but then I always totally forget about it. There are a couple comics I remember every blue moon like Sister Claire or that comic about a Mexican Catholic kid trading his soul to summon a demon, or something, but then I end up forgetting where I left off... <_<' I heard using an RSS feed is good, but I'm pretty particular about stuff being in my inbox, if I get emails for a bunch of comics I'll probably just get annoyed. Lol

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Oh, yeah, that Archive Binge email idea is great or even like, what updated this week instead of just today. I also use bookmarks. And also I just have a million comics to start open in tabs. I do now have the Webtoon app so I can follow a handful of comics that don't have they're own site, but my preference is definitely for homesites. Maybe I'm just an old lady in that respect TuT I also usually read in little binges, but I also follow creators on Twitter/Instagram so I can see when those page updates post. I'll be honest, I don't really understand how RSS works X') I assume it somehow pings you when a site updates, but the mechanics of it I just don't know. But I definitely do have an RSS feed enabled on my site because I know some people use it.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

RSS just works like any website where you subscribe to accounts and read a feed with the updates -- Twitter, Tumblr, blogs, whatever. Except that it isn't limited to a specific website, it's universal. You get one RSS-reading app and it can subscribe to any feed from anywhere.

Mine combines a couple different blogs, comics, podcasts, new fics posted in AO3 tags, and at least one Deviantart gallery. (Back in the day I put a couple of tumblrs on it, before I took the plunge and signed up with tumblr...)

Although for webcomics I use a combination of Archive Binge and ComicRocket. (If one of them isn't getting the updates for a specific comic, I follow it on the other one.)

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

I agree with LadyLazuli, if it wasn't for my Webtoon, Tappytoons & Tapas comic apps, it's hard to keep track elsewhere. I also rely on comic related discord channels or I watch for banners to show up to remind me to check out the comic series. Likewise, I want to get some sort of fun memo pad reminder to 'check up this series'. Another good source I love is Webcomic Library https://tagpacker.com/user/webcomic.library Luma did a great job categorizing them so it's easy to find titles with genres I'm interested in(edited)

sierrabravo (Hans Vogel is Dead)

yesss Webcomic Library!! they're so great

[featherquillpen]

All Time Favorite Fics (1 per fandom)

I decided to challenge myself to make a reclist of my favorite fanfics from my eleven years in fandom, while restricting myself from reccing more than one fic per fandom.

Animorphs: Human Again by LilacSolanum (Rachel/Tobias)

Tobias is a fan favorite character, but nobody gets him on quite the level Lilac does in this fic. She faces everything difficult and heartbreaking about him, unflinchingly: his childhood abuse, his body dysmorphia, his subtextual discomfort with his own neurodivergence, and the ways in which he is fundamentally not human anymore. All while portraying his relationships with Rachel and Ax so very well.

Buffy/Angel: Mating by Herself (Spike/Buffy/Angel, Wesley/Illyria)

Fandom likes to talk about “solving” love triangles with polyamory, but the reality is that there would be a lot of bullshit and hurt feelings involved in turning a love triangle into a triad. This story faces that reality head on: Spike and Buffy and Angel just keep arguing and hurting each other, but slowly spiral toward each other. The background Wesley/Illyria pairing is a great contrast of that love spiral gone terribly wrong and twisted, a warning of where they’ll end up if they can’t work it out.

Doctor Who: Flowers by DameRuth (Doctor/Jack, Doctor/Jack/Rose, Jack/Ianto)

When I first entered fandom, I was strictly into genfic. This series is what made me a shipper. I love that it delves deeply into what it means to be in a relationship with an alien, and how biology can present real barriers – this series probably has the least human reproductive biology I’ve seen in fandom. I love the complex polyamory. I love that it takes the complex histories and traumas of the characters and lets them interact and breathe. And of course, crucially, I love the characterization of the light of my life, Captain Jack Harkness.

Hainish Cycle: A Piece of the Continent by Epigone (Genly/Estraven)

A followup on The Left Hand of Darkness that follows Genly on his next assignment as a First Investigator on a newly rediscovered planet. Epigone perfectly recreates the delicate anthropological worldbuilding of LeGuin, and explores Genly’s grief over Estraven in a way that makes me cry every time I read it.

Harry Potter: Blood Magic by GatewayGirl (gen, with light background ships)

This is a Severitus fic, an AU where Snape is secretly Harry’s bio-dad. I have always been interested in fic that brings out Harry’s Slytherin side, and that complicates Snape without erasing how much of a bastard he is, and this fic does both. The fic engages deeply with how broken Harry’s sense of family is, and what the path toward healing it might be. And the worldbuilding here about purebloods and different types of magic is so cool!

His Dark Materials/Chronicles of Narnia: The Ivory Horn by kaydeefalls

In this fic, Will Parry meets Susan Pevensie, another interdimensional traveler who has lost loved ones to a world she left behind. This is a crossover that shows the beauty of crossovers to make canons talk to each other: the grounded, spiritual atheism of His Dark Materials is beautiful in conversation with Susan’s story of rejection from Paradise. This is a fic about letting go, moving on, and embracing the world you live in, not the world you’ve lost.

The Hunger Games: In Protest of This Peace by aimmyarrowshigh (gen)

aimmyarrowshigh did amazing worldbuilding work in this fandom, and this fic is the best of the lot. A lot of THG fics assume that the Hunger Games were always the way we see them in canon, but aimmyarrowshigh shows us another story where the brave children reaped for the first several Hunger Games fought and resisted their fate, and it took the Capitol years to break the back of Panem. A breathtaking and tragic look at the rise of an authoritarian nightmare.

Leverage: Hotel Heart by Laughsalot3412 (Hardison/Parker/Eliot)

A Leverage AU where Parker and Hardison are psychic, and Eliot meets them when he’s sent to assassinate them, after having his own brain broken by psychics. This story is an allegory about abuse and the recovery process from it. The support and affirmation between the OT3 as Parker and Hardison help free Eliot from his abusive past is so powerful, it makes me cry every time I read it. I like this story so much I recorded a podfic of it.

Person of Interest: Dangerous if Unbound by astolat (Finch/Reese)

I highly recommend this fic even if you haven’t seen Person of Interest. This fic is a fusion between a BDSM and a psychic AU, where Reese is the world’s neediest sub and Finch is the only dom who can tame him. It reads like an incredibly satisfying romance novel, complete with brilliant original worldbuilding, compressed into just 23k words.

Pushing Daisies: Barrier Methods by robotsdance (Chuck/Ned)

I highly recommend this fic even if you haven’t seen Pushing Daisies – all you need to know is that because of magic bullshit, if Ned and Chuck touch, Chuck will die. The fic is about how their relationship works despite that one serious problem. This fic is achingly sweet and sexy, and speaks to all the ways people can be intimate with each other, no matter what their circumstances.

Raven Cycle: King by the Roadside by nimmieamee (OT5)

The Raven Cycle, as a series, engages deeply with class, especially as it plays out in the American South – but fandom rarely goes there. This fic does. This is an AU where Gansey doesn’t have a fatal encounter with hornets and get all tangled up with destiny – but destiny manages to find him anyway, and he ends up poor and stripped of everything but his bonds of friendship. I like this fic better than canon, which ended much less satisfyingly.

Rivers of London: Wizardry by Consent by Sixthlight (Peter/Nightingale)

There is an underlying theme in Rivers of London about the ethics of policing: what does it mean to serve and protect a community? This fic takes that underlying theme and brings it to the forefront. In this AU, Peter went to the Case Progression Unit, Nightingale never took on an apprentice, and Peter become the head of community relations at the Met. He discovers the Folly and proceeds to hold Nightingale accountable for the damage his attitude toward policing has had on the magical community, all while developing a deep respect for Nightingale and the community he tries to serve.

Sherlock: Names for the Galaxy by evadne (John/Sherlock)

The one thing I don’t regret about watching Sherlock is that it opened up a world of amazing fic to read. Even if you are as fed up with Moffat’s crap as I am, you will find something to love in this epic sci-fi mystery story chock-full of twists, turns, and original worldbuilding. In this AU, people sometimes randomly disappear, only to be replaced by a new person with almost total amnesia. Sherlock is one of these new people, the “afters,” and John is his minder who is supposed to help him acclimate to society. I honestly hope the author writes an original sci fi novel one day, because this story is so imaginative.

Star Trek AOS: Lunch and Other Obscenities by Rheanna (Spock/Uhura)

The Star Trek reboot movies are pretty blah, but this fic about the culture clashes between Uhura and her Orion roommate Gaila is amazing. It’s about a friendship blossoming across cultures, and about the bravery it takes to make that work.

Torchwood/Vorkosigan: Signals That Sound in the Dark by Dira Sudis (Aral Vorkosigan/Jack Harkness)

Pre-canon for the Vorkosigan Saga, Aral Vorkosigan has a one night stand with Captain Jack. This story is a beautiful character study of both characters, who meld across canons so well. I absolutely adore how Dira Sudis used Russian folklore as a way for Captain Jack to share his truth with Aral in a way he could understand. And I love how in Jack, Aral sees a glimpse of a world where love can be truly free and open.

Welcome to Night Vale:��Republic of Heaven Community Radio by ErinPtah

Writing dæmon AU as much as I do has made me very very choosy about which dæmon AUs I read and enjoy. This one tops the list, every time. The fusion between WTNV and His Dark Materials is masterful, and Ptah makes a sincere effort to make Night Vale make sense as a setting in a way the podcast never bothered to do. I love crossovers best when they make both worlds better, which is exactly what this series does.

[erinptah]

Not sure about the last line I wrote from scratch, but this is from a chapter I revised/expanded today, so it's the last line I rewrote:

"You can -- if you like -- if you're not sick of seeing our faces yet -- crash in our guest room for the recovery," offers Steven. "Only fair to let us take care of you for a bit, right? Now you've been taking care of us since we were eight."

Any followers who want to do this, consider yourselves tagged!

Last Line Challenge

RULES: in a new post, give the last line you wrote or drew…then tag that many people (or as many as you’d like!)

Tagged by @kybercrystals94!

Okay well technically my last line is in the fic I'm about to publish so I went to my other open WIP to grab this for you:-

Crosshair’s mercurial moods had kept Hunter on his toes since they were cadets. More than once he had cut himself on Crosshair’s sharp edges, misjudging his mood and how quickly it turned; that was just how he was, and Hunter had learned to deal with it.

No pressure tags for the Summer of Bad Batch crew! @lifblogs @indigofyrebird @samcurrentlywriting @waywardsou2 @stardustloki @dib-dab-art-attack @99aceace and anyone else who wants to play!

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An ancient family... chaos

》 Pairing: Sekhmet!Jongho × Ptah!Yeosang

》 Genre/AU: Angst/Egyptian mythology AU

》 Wordcount: 2,784 words

》 Rating: mature

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

This is yet another bday fic for Jongho. I'm quite proud of this one lol

It is no secret that Sekhmet and Ptah were meant to be together. Ptah is the only god that could calm down the mighty goddess of war. They even have a child together! Life as deities was fulfilling at one point, but as time passed, they slowly grew tired of it. Dawning human disguises, they made their way to Earth and settled down in a fancy house. The two already picked out what they will do as mortals and even chose names for themselves!

Sekhmet is now Choi Jongho, a man who is a powerhouse in the law industry. 

Ptah is now Kang Yeosang, another man who is a part time model. He’s mainly a househusband. 

Their little one, Nefertum, is now Kang Youngjae, the well off son of these two who is humble and kind. He never flaunts his wealth. Rather, he uses it to help those in need. He even stated that when he grows up, he wants to be independent and stay away from his parents’ money so he can make a name of his own and spend money that he earned. 

The three of them lived on London’s west end and navigated through life on their own. Despite Youngjae being homeschooled, he has loads of friends! He was the social butterfly of the family and he carefully scrutinized each friend he made to make sure that they aren’t friends with him due to his wealthy background. Jongho helped him with that. Whenever the three of them don’t have work/school, they would often walk around the area that was close to the Tower Bridge and even made frequent trips to Liverpool so they could get away from city living. Sometimes, Youngjae would accompany his parents (mainly Jongho) to work. He’s a well behaved boy! Most of the time. However, if he felt like it, he would cause chaos in the office. Like today for example. Jongho was in a meeting with someone who chose him to be their representative. As they were discussing the details of the case, Jongho felt a tug at his pant leg. He looked down and saw his little one beaming mischieviously at him. 

“Youngjae, don’t -”

But it was too late. Youngjae giggled and sprinted away before climbing one of the fancy chairs in the boardroom and spinning around in it. He was being loud, which was rare for him. However, Jongho knew what to do. He stood up from his chair and walked over to where he was sitting before scooping him up and placing him on his shoulders. It was a slight mistake since Youngjae now started playing with his hair, occasionally yanking on the strands but not too harshly. Jongho just went about his business like this was normal. A few minutes into the discussion, the client seemingly had enough of Youngjae’s antics (he hadn’t done anything to them) and decided to speak out. 

“Sir, if you know your child is going to act like a brat, then I highly suggest you keep him at home! He serves as a distraction.”

If there was anything that Jongho hated more than the enemies winning the war, it was people talking shit about his son. 99% of the time, he’s well behaved! Why can’t people handle that 1% for even a few hours? Jongho was about to say something when Youngjae spoke up. 

“At least I’m not an old hag who’s already going to move on to hubby number four after settling the divorce on hubby number three! Do you even know how to count?!”

One thing about Youngjae. He got his savagery from both of his fathers. Jongho had to stifle a laugh and cover it up as a cough once he couldn’t hold back. The old hag gasped in offense and pointed her bony finger at him before speaking. 

“Why I ought to teach you some manners, you little brat!”

“Ew! Old lady fingers!”

The old woman was about to say something really offensive, but Jongho held a hand up. His eyes darkened and the words died in the woman’s throat. 

“If you are going to insult my son for being a kid, then I suggest you find another lawyer.”

“N-No, sir. I’ll… keep my mouth shut. I’m sorry, little boy.”

Jongho looked up at Youngjae, having a silent conversation with him. Youngjae shrugged and decided to forgive the old hag. After all, there was no use in holding grudges. Jongho then looked at the old woman once again. 

“It seems my son forgives you. Therefore, I forgive you and can continue representing you.”

The old woman looked relieved and the two of them discussed her case some more before calling it a day. As they shook hands, the old woman decided to shamelessly flirt with Jongho. Youngjae saw this and narrowed his eyes, yet decided not to say anything. He may be a kid, but he knows when to intervene. This time, he won’t. Maybe. 

“Oh my~ You’re so strong, Mr. Choi. When this is all over, want to grab a coffee with me? We can make some… arrangements.”

Youngjae wanted to throw up at the way the old hag was batting her crusty eyelashes and running her bony fingers up and down Jongho’s muscular arm that was clad in a blazer. He wanted to yell ‘Daddy doesn’t go for old hags like you!’ at her, but kept his thoughts to himself when he bent down to see Jongho’s face go rigid. His eyes darkened again, his jaw was clenched, and he gently shoved the woman’s hand off him. 

“I have a husband.”

Youngjae smirked at the woman cockily as Jongho held up his hand to show off the gold band on his wedding finger. The woman couldn’t see it, but on the ring, Youngjae saw the hieroglyphs glinting underneath the fluorescent lighting of the board room. The woman saw the ring and her shoulders slumped in defeat before nodding in acknowledgement and leaving the board room quickly so she could hide her embarrassment. Jongho set down his son from his shoulders and held his hand as they exited the board room. He clocked out for the day and bid everyone goodbye. He walked to his Mercedes and placed Youngjae in his carseat before getting into the driver’s seat and going home. 

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“HONEY, WE’RE HOME!”

“PAPA!!!”

Yeosang came out of the kitchen and saw Youngjae run towards him at lightning speed. With the brightest smile on his face, he caught the little boy in his arms and spun him around before placing him on his shoulders. Jongho’s heart soared at the sight as he took off his shoes and hung his blazer on the coat rack before approaching Yeosang and kissing his husband softly. 

“NO KISSING WITH A CHILD PRESENT!”

Jongho pulled away and saw Youngjae with a shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed his son and carried him in his own arms before tickling the life out of him. Youngjae’s shrieks and laughs echoed throughout the house as he tried to get away from his dad. Yeosang’s own heart soared at the sight before pulling out his phone and sneakily taking a picture of them. 

“Ok ok, daddy! I’m sorry!”

“Yeah you better be, you little squirt.”

“Oh come on, daddy~ The boy is sorry.”

Jongho heard Yeosang’s quiet voice and was met with his husband also having a shit eating grin on his face. Jongho sighed lightly but kept the gummy smile on his face as he scooped up his son once more and made their way over to the dining table. Yeosang grabbed the dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the lazy susan before sitting next to Jongho and kissing his cheek. 

“You want dessert after, Jaejae?”

“No thank you, papa. I’m full.”

Yeosang nodded as Youngjae hopped down from his seat and helped clear the table. He only carried the spoons and forks to the sink. Heavy things (i.e. plates, bowls, pans, etc.) and sharp things (i.e. knives), were handled by his fathers. Whilst Jongho washed the dishes, Yeosang helped Youngjae get ready for bed. Well… more like having a conversation with him while Youngjae does his routine on his own. Yeosang usually just times him when he brushes, flosses, and gargles. As Youngjae was brushing his hair and putting the headband on, he talked about today’s events. 

“An old hag tried hitting on Daddy! It was yucky.”

“That does sound yucky indeed. What did Daddy do about it?”

“He showed his loyalty!”

“As he should.”

“The old hag also talked badly about me, but Daddy wasn’t having it. He was acting all macho and stuff. It was so cool!”

Yeosang simply chuckled as Youngjae’s eyes lit up in wonder whilst he talked about Jongho. Once he was done, he hopped off the stool he was standing on and made his way to bed. Yeosang tucked him in and kissed him goodnight before turning off the light and leaving his room. When he entered the master bedroom, he stopped in his tracks. 

“Don’t forget about what you said to me.”

Yeosang gulped as he raked his eyes over Jongho’s shirtless form. Curse his wife for choosing such a fine man to disguise herself as! He averted his eyes and haphazardly changed into his pajamas. He only got as far as the shirt before he felt his husband’s hands on his hips. Jongho then whispered in his ear. 

“Don’t resist. Let it happen… Ptah.”

Yeosang hoped his son was a deep sleeper.

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Life amongst the three of them was normal. And chaotic. From Jongho cleaning up the mess that Youngjae made during his science project to almost losing his husband during one of their trips to Liverpool (he somehow ended up in a bar), their lives as humans was nothing short of perfect. However, there was one event that changed the trajectory of their routines temporarily. One morning, Jongho was doing some grocery shopping and talking with one of the cash registers when he got a call from Yeosang. He smiled, thinking that his husband was simply being clingy. After he finished paying, he gathered the groceries and placed them in the trunk before answering the call. 

“Yes, honey?”

“JONGHO, HELP!”

“DADDY, PLEASE COME HOME!”

Jongho’s smiled dropped. Along with his heart. As he got into the driver’s seat and sped home, their cries for help ceased. A grimy voice replaed his husband’s sweet one and Jongho almost tore the steering wheel off. 

“If you want them back, give us a million dollars in exchange for their lives. And don’t lie. I know you bastards live well off. It’s either the money or you say bye bye to them. No cops!”

The call soon ended there. Jongho grunted in frustration and took a shortcut to the bank. He felt his godly powers course through his veins as he exited the car and stomped his way over to the nearest bank teller, who flinched when Jongho slammed his fist onto the desk. 

“Withdraw a million dollars from my account. Now!”

“Y-Yes, sir! Please wait. We’ll make it quick.”

Jongho huffed in annoyance and nodded as the bank teller went to the back to withdraw the money. A minute later, they brought out the money and handed it over to him quickly. He nodded gratefully and exited the bank before going back into his car and driving home. 

“Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe.”

When Jongho got home, he raced to the front door with the money in tow. As soon as he was inside, he looked everywhere. Broken furniture scattered everywhere and the family pictures on the walls were ruined. That didn’t matter though. He heard faint cries from Youngjae’s room and sprinted there. When he burst open the door, he just found a random henchman playing a recording of Youngjae’s pleas. 

“Where is my son?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything, mate.”

That statement bit him in the ass as Jongho lunged at him, squeezing his throat tightly. The man tried to break free from his hold and even went as far as stabbing him in the arm when he reached for his weapon. His already bulged out eyes widened even more when Jongho slowly removed the blade from his tricep and the bloodied weapon clattered to the floor. 

“That was a mistake.”

The man swore he was tripping when he heard a woman’s voice escape Jongho’s mouth. That’s when he saw it. He started to freak out when he saw the outline of a lioness’s head surrounding Jongho’s own human head. 

“Who the bloody hell are you, you freak?! I thought you were just a lawyer!”

Jongho chuckled darkly before coming closer to the man. The man almost puked when he smelt blood on Jongho’s breath. 

“I am Sekhmet.”

That was the last thing the man heard before a sickening crunch could be heard from his neck. The body went limp and Jongho dropped him to the floor. He felt the barrel of a gun press against his head before sighing and reaching behind him to rip his heart out of his chest. The next body fell to the floor and Jongho held the bloodied beating heart in his palm before sighing and dropping the pitiful organ next to the bodies. He cracked his knuckles and exited the ruined house before walking past his car and going into the shadows so he could track down the bastards that took his family. 

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Three weeks in and Jongho still hadn’t found his family. He tracked down, interrogated, and killed any man that was associated with the kidnapping. His immense strength and newly heightened bloodlust garnered the attention of most of the Egyptian gods and goddesses, including Khonshu. Jongho had to laugh when the young god (who looks like a withered old bird with the skull and all) assumed that he was an avatar. He turned around and cocked his head when he saw the moon god stand tall with his stupid scepter. 

“You fool. I am not an avatar. Why would I need one?”

“Wait… what?”

Khonshu didn’t have time to process before Jongho pounced on him and began to battle him. The poor god didn’t have it in him to fight back, especially since Jongho used his own scepter to pierce his side. Khonshu groaned in pain as ichor spilled from his side. Jongho placed his foot on Khonshu’s chest before kneeling closely. 

“Unless you know where my family is, stay out of my way.”

That was the last thing he said before slinking back into the shadows. He figured that would be the last of these pests.

He was wrong.

When Khonshu returned with his former avatars in tow, Jongho was growing annoyed. However, he admired the bravery that Marc Spector’s twin had. In return for sparing his life, Jongho explained what happened. He hadn’t meant to garner attention from the Ennead or the other Egyptian gods and goddesses. He just wanted to get his family back. Much to his surprise, the Spector twins agreed to help.

A couple of days later, he was finally reunited with his family. The three of them were currently staying in a flat Yeosang had rented out. This was their temporary home until their house was fully rebuilt. Despite the kidnapping, Youngjae seemed to be doing well. Sure, he was scared, but he was confident in his daddy. He just needed a few days to recover until he was back to his normal self. While he was resting up in his room, Jongho was standing under the shower. His head was raised, and his eyes were closed as he let the steamy hot water wash away all the stress and tension he had. 

And the blood on his hands. 

A pair of arms wrapped around his sturdy waist and Jongho looked behind him to see Yeosang hugging him from behind and laying his head on his muscular back. He littered kisses on his shoulders and Jongho relished in the feeling of his husband’s lips touching his skin. He turned around and hugged him properly before shoving him against the wall. Yeosang sighed in content as he felt Jongho’s forehead connect with his. 

“You ok, honey?”

“Of course I am.”

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t quick enough.”

“Shh. All that matters is that you saved us.” 

“I love you, Yeosang.”

“And I love you… Sekhmet.”

The two men shared a passionate kiss and Yeosang jumped so he could wrap his legs around Jongho’s body. They ended up taking a longer shower than usual and they were glad their son is a deep sleeper.