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1-800marvelqueen · 5 months

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Field Of Reeds

Marc Spector x fem!reader, Steven Grant x fem!reader

Part One

WC : 2K

SW : No usage of "Y/N," physical appearance and details are left completely ambiguous and are up to interpretation. Mentions of death, sadness, no happy ending, life is awful.

If there are any more warnings to be added let me know!

I could be swayed to write a fix-it-fic.

This is a re-post, all of my old accounts were deleted.

It’s all a slight blur when Marc snaps back to reality.

It takes him a while to remember what happened; Steven falling into the Duat, the scale balancing when it was just his own heart left there.

He’s in a field, a beautiful field.

The field of reeds.

Everything has a golden shimmer to it, the sun setting and casting the perfect glow on all that falls under its rays. That includes you. You’re standing there watching him. Waiting. To see what his next move is. Marc feels disbelief root itself in the pit of his stomach.

No no no, you’re dead.

But then he remembers that he is too.

Your name is but a gasped utterance upon his lips as he stumbles his way towards you. Your arms are already out and waiting for him as the weight of his whole body drops into yours. Head pressed into your chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. Your arms go around his shoulders, holding onto him as he drops to his knees, pulling you with him.

His whole body is wracked with sobs, tears drenching the fabric of the soft clothes you wear. It makes your heart ache, the pain that he’s gone through. The fact that you couldn’t be there to ease him through it. Your poor, poor, Marc. He was so much more than what people thought he was. Under that cold, rough exterior was the world's sweetest man who was really just in need of a little love.

It had taken you a while to get under that shell to the soft bits. You had originally met him when your missions crossed paths, you were too busy doing surveillance on the people you were meant to take out. Watching the guard shift and rotation on a smuggling ring. It was only when the voice of your deity had whispered a name in your head, Khonshu, did you feel the breeze that had steadily picked up. You whipped your head around to see a man in a white suit with a cape.

Very superhero-esque, you thought.

This is his moon knight, Sekhmet whispers to you. Her graceful form perched on the ledge of the building you were on. Be careful with this one, my little avatar. You feel a gentle touch upon your head and you don’t need to turn back to know that she’s gone. He walks towards you, stoic, not a single word uttered even when you try and make conversation.

After a while of being ignored you figure, fuck it, and gracefully dive off the building, landing on your feet as always. You landed right in-between guard switches so it was fairly easy to get them gone and taken care of. At the sound of a muffled groan of pain, you turn to see the Moon Knight with one of his crescent-shaped blades wedged in a man's throat. As if he can sense your eyes on him he turns to you, gives a quick, curt nod then continues on as if you weren’t even there.

Alright, you thought. I could work with this.

His name was Marc Spector. He was born in Chicago. He used to have a brother before there was an accident that forever changed his life, and his mother was a drunken woman who felt as if her life wouldn’t be complete until Marc was gone.

Bit by bit you discovered who he was as a person. What drove him, what inspired him to do the things that he did. And in return he learned everything there was to know about you, every single one of your little quirks. And he fell hard and fast.

And so did you.

The two of you had been together for almost 3 years, you guys had even bought yourselves a little place to live. You lived secluded, away from everyone and everything that could ever do you two harm. You were hardly called upon by your Goddess anymore, she was allowing you to live out in peace with as few missions as possible.

For the Goddess of War she was a surprisingly calm being.

Everything was nearly perfect. You, Marc, and your own little slice of paradise.

But nothing perfect can last forever.

You weren’t supposed to accompany Marc on his mission, it was supposed to be a quick and easy one. But something had gone wrong, he needed help desperately, and no matter how much he begged Khonshu to not get you involved, he didn’t listen. Khonshu had arrived with a gust of wind while you were out tending to the little garden at the back of your house. Sekhmet had peered up from her perch across a lawn chair, feline-eyes glancing up at you, then towards something behind you that you were yet to see.

Khonshu, she says, and you immediately feel panic overtake your system. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he with Marc? Was Marc okay? And by the look on your goddess’ face, no. No he wasn’t okay. You immediately feel your ceremonial Avatar outfit slide over your body, disappearing in a cloud of fire to wherever Marc was.

You had gotten there and immediately began helping, using the weapon that came with the job, Sekhmet’s spear, you were taking out men left and right to try and aid your lover. He didn’t realise you were there at first, too busy taking swings at a man on top of some scaffolding.

He actually hadn’t realised you were there until it was too late.

You hadn’t even seen the shots coming.

There was a quick, watch out! That reverberated in your head. You could feel Sekhmet trying to take control of your body to move you out of the way but even she was too late. You turned to face the source of it, only to have your body crumple beneath you. There was pain emanating from several spots, you weakly tilt your head to see blood oozing out from your chest.

Oh.

That wasn’t good.

You could hear your Goddess panicking in your head, frantically trying to use her magic to heal you. But your wounds were far too deep and in far too dangerous places for her to try and do anything about it. Marc rushed towards you and you felt yourself being pulled into his arms. He’s mummering frantically to himself, pressing his hands into your bullet wounds, a fruitless effort to stop the bleeding. You place one of your own hands over his, a fruitless effort to comfort him.

He whispers your name, your cloudy eyes meeting his. “Don’t do this to me baby, stay with me. Please.” A hand stroking your face gently, your eyes slowly slip shut, your blinks heavy. Marc can tell you’re nearing your end when your eyes no longer look at him, they look through him, like he’s not there anymore.

He knows you soon won’t be.

Your hand lifts to gently stroke his face, head gently lifting to rest your ear over his heart, using your last bits of energy to bask in his arms one more time. He’s sobbing, little tears rolling off his cheeks to pepper yours. Your eyes slip shut once more, only this time they don’t open.

And you fall asleep.

You’re in a very similar position to when you died. Marc holding you while crying.

You’re crying too, you realise. A never-ending stream of tears falls from your eyes while you bask in the presence of your lover. It felt so good to see him again, no matter how much you knew deep inside that this brief moment of peace would be the last you’d ever see him again. But there was no other way you’d want it to be, reunited with him in a glorious field, a never-ending sunset shining upon the both of you. You’d been keeping an eye on him since your death. Whether that’d be with Taweret whenever she came through, or with your Goddess, whose presence had never left your mind, even after your death. It seems your avatar bond had followed you into the afterlife, given that she had never picked another after your passing.

Sekhmet helped by making sure you weren’t lonely. That you had a friend while you waited for your love to come to you.

And as you held him you realised that all your waiting was for naught. You poured out all your anguish and grief into the tears you cried. You had just gotten back to one another, and now he was going to leave, he was going to choose to not stay here. To stay with you.

Once you leave the field of reeds you cannot come back.

So you wept, and wept 'til you couldn’t cry anymore. Marc pulled back from the embrace, a sense of guilt overtaking his features as he looked into your eyes. He knew that you knew.

His hand gently brushes your hair away from your face as he takes a brief moment to take in his surroundings. The reeds around the two of you gently billow in a non-existent wind, the sunset behind him casts a beautiful glow across your features, and in the distance he can make out the view of your little house. The one you two lived in together.

Marc can’t help the sad smile that overtakes his face. You really had the perfect piece of paradise cut out here. A paradise designed for the two of you.

A paradise that would only be used by one.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is quiet, weak. He finds himself looking back at you, tears welling in his eyes again at the forlorn look upon your face. “I truly am. I would love nothing more than to stay here with you for all eternity.”

“But you have a world to save.” You refuse to make eye contact with him. “I understand that Marc, I really do.” You swipe your fingers underneath your eyes, letting go of the hug to push at his shoulders gently. “Go,” clearing your throat, “Go, Marc Spector, go save the world.” A gentle kiss placed upon both his cheeks, migrating to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, and finally a gentle, heart-wrenching kiss placed upon his lips. He almost doesn’t want to pull away, but he knows he must.

“I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you too.”

And with that he gets up and walks away.

He wakes up in his and Stevens' flat. The world had been saved and he could finally rest. He looks upon the painting hanging on his wall. One that he so gracefully had asked Hathors’ Avatar to make for him, a painting of a quaint little house, a gorgeous field, and a sunset in the distance. He feels a small smile take it’s place on his face, knowing that you’re somewhere peaceful, forever.

Originally posted June 8th, 2022.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #mywriting #1-800marvelqueen

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thatlittleegyptologist · 10 months

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Hello, my newphew's been trying to read up on this and wondered if you had any tips or insight on it, if you have time.

He's confused about Amun-Ra specifically, and the general idea of merging gods in Egyptian culture. If there's an understanding of how that merger was thought of by Egyptians, if they thought of Amun-Ra as a separate new single deity, a mix of two, the giving of Ra's aspects to Amun while still thinking of them as their own gods, or something more symbolic. He's also curious if there's any documentation of what these transitions were like to live though, and how this new idea of the deity might have been spread to people.

I'm trying to help him look into it, but I'm not even sure were to check something like that, or if there's a source that would work. Or even if it's the right question to ask at all.

Don't worry about this ask too much! Hope you have a good enough day!

This is a particularly complex theological question, which I'm fairly certain I'm not the best person to ask since religion isn't one of my areas of interest. Nevertheless, I'll give it a shot.

To start off with we need to remember that Ancient Egyptian culture lasts for a very long time. Millennia in fact. If you've got 4000 years of continuous existence and culture, then things are bound to change or be linked with other things that came before. You often find this with Ancient Egyptian gods, insomuch as they will have certain gods who are popular at a certain time, and then they fade out of popularity as time goes on and so they link them with new gods. You find this with Anubis and Wepwawet. Wepwawet came first, as he was the Opener of the Ways in the Duat, but as Anubis gained popularity a lot of the aspects of Wepwawet began to be attributed to Anubis.

We tend to have this idea of Ancient Egypt as this perfect civilisation, who did everything right, were very meticulous, and made no mistakes. You see this in people's insistence that the Egyptians couldn't possibly mess up and embalm the wrong person and put them in the wrong coffin. They did this a lot, especially if they lost the name tags for mummies and thus they all look the same. There are legal documents from later periods where people want compensation for not having the right body to bury. Anyway, the Egyptians made mistakes and they made them a lot. When it comes to gods, changes happened quite slowly. Sometimes over decades. Sometimes over centuries. You find the Egyptians themselves don't remember why they started doing something in the first place. All they know is 'I was told it was like this and thus I have made it this way'. There's a tomb in the Valley of the Kings where Sekhmet and Hathor have the wrong clothes. They're literally wearing each others iconography and it wasn't picked up on. What I'm saying is that the Egyptians themselves can't even remember, sometimes, what is correct.

I can't provide you with documentation for what it was like to live through because, well: a) They're illiterate. Most people could not read or write, so they weren't writing this down at all. b) Again these changes weren't overnight. Most people might not even notice a change within their lifetime unless they lived close to a major cult centre. c) The main Pantheon wasn't the purview of the people. It was for the King and Priests to deal with, so if the Priests brought out a god and said he was now linked to another god because they shared a common aspect, this would make sense culturally and the Egyptian people would just go with it. The deity wouldn't 'spread' it would just exist.

For a god like Amun Ra, well he's just what's known as an 'aspect' or 'characteristic' of the gods Amun and Ra. Both Amun and Ra are separate gods, but over the course of time the main god of the Pantheon switched from Neith, to Osiris, and then to Amun. As Amun rose in popularity he began to take on 'characteristics' of other popular gods to reinforce his status. So from Ra he gets 'creation' and 'solar god' status and when he uses those Amun becomes Amun-Ra. From Min he gets fertility and creation, and when he uses those he is Amun-Min. Basically, when he is used in a context where he would use aspects of another deity, they join the two to create 'Amun acting as X', which isn't a separate deity just a characteristic of Amun.

tl;dr: Amun is not Ra and Ra is not Amun, but Amun can borrow characteristics from Ra to look more powerful in certain situations.

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milky-rozen · 5 months

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Anubis, the God of Death, is the kindhearted guide to the afterlife who takes the souls of the departed ones by their hands, like an old friend, after embalming their bodies to get ready to their last journey. Lord of the funerary rites, he has a sharp sense of humor and a lovable personality which never fails to make everyone at ease. He knows the Lands of Duat like the palm of his hands, and likes to take a stroll around the Elysian Fields when he has got the time. Unfortunately, he is a very busy deity, and he often jokes about asking a vacation to the "big boss", namely, his father Osiris.

#my art #egyptian mythology #egyptian gods #house of the sun #Anubis #Anpu

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seven4asecret · 2 months

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₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.2 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! (Eventual Avatar) Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes

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Chapter 2: I Swear I'm Not Banging Your Husband! Also, I Can See Ghosts

You lay on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, re-reading the same chapter for at least the third time. There was something about this deity that utterly fascinated you. You had combed the internet after reading about him for the first time, scouring any article you could get your hands on. You had always been morbidly intrigued by deities associated with death, but this was different and you couldn't quite figure out why.

‘Anubis, or Anpu, is quite a complex deity, he plays many roles that often run together. Possibly one of the most notable of these is as a psychopomp. He was not only considered responsible for reviving the dead and allowing them to enter the afterlife but also for leading them to safety. The ancient Egyptians believed the journey through the afterlife was an extremely dangerous one. Anubis would protect the travelers by helping avoid threats by way of concealment and leading them by secret roads only known to him. He also serves as an embalmer and healer. While the process of mummification was an important one, it was much more crucial for the spirit of the deceased to be able to successfully transition into their spiritual body in order to reach the Duat. They believed for this to happen successfully, the body needed to be restored to a preserved state of wholeness. Anubis, the creator of the mummification process, would ensure the soul would be properly revived while intact.'

You turned the page.

‘However, his abilities were not limited to the deceased. He would be more accurately thought of as a deity overseeing healing and initiation. In ancient times injuries and disease were thought to have components that were both seen and unseen. Because of his role in dealing between worlds, he would be ideal to help with both. He and his priests had an excellent knowledge of human anatomy. At royal birthing ceremonies, he would offer the symbol of rebirth, not just life, but rejuvenating life. The Romans believed that Anubis offered power over death. However, he is most notably known as the weigher and accouter of hearts. He is entrusted with making sure-’

Your phone rang.

'Oh no'.

Your stomach dropped, and somehow you knew it was Steven. You hadn't seen him lately, your shifts hadn't intersected, and he hadn't contacted you. Not that he had to, of course. But you couldn't help but worry. What if he had blacked out again? What if he had been caught by the bird-man? You had no idea what to do if that happened. Sage? Salt? Would that work on something so old? You made a mental note to research ancient ghost repellants. You shut Steven's book and rushed over to where your phone sat on the counter. It buzzed, and a number you didn't recognize scrolled past on the top of the screen.

"Hey!" You answered.

"Hiya." You couldn't help but smile at the familiar voice on the other end. It quickly turned into a frown, this wasn't his usual upbeat tone, he sounded dejected.

"Steven, how are you? Is everything alright?" He hesitated at this, causing your frown to deepen.

"Today has been, well the past few days... have been... a lot, really. I was wondering if we...if we could talk again? I-If it's not too much trouble?"

"Yeah...Yeah, of course. It's no trouble." You said softly, relieved to hear from him. You didn't mind taking part of your day off to chat. Honestly were touched that he trusted you enough to want to talk to you about his experiences a second time. "Back at my flat or...?"

"Actually, I was- I was thinking... we could meet up somewhere else. Make it up to you for the other night. Maybe...Maybe grab lunch, y'know? If- if you want of course? "

"Sure!" Your heart fluttered.

"O-okay." He paused. You got the feeling he was surprised that you had accepted his offer. "There's this stand, it's not too far from the building... makes these really good burritos, if you're interested…”

"That sounds great. Text me the location and I'll see you in a few."

"Sure thing! Laters gators!"

"In a while, Crocodile." You hung up and made your way out of the building.

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It took you a few seconds to spot Steven in the flow of people, sitting on the side of a large fountain. You blinked as you took him in from a distance. You were used to his passionate and enthusiastic nature. In fact, you had never really known him to be any different until recently. But now he looked downright miserable. His shoulders were hunched more than usual and there was a frown on his face. The usual gleam in his eyes had gone, replaced with an emptiness you had never seen in them before.

"Hey there." You sat next to him. He jumped slightly in surprise.

"Hiya." He returned your greeting, and while his smile didn't reach his eyes, you noticed he perked up a bit at your company.

"I- I got you one." He held out a burrito. "I wasn't- I wasn't sure what you would like so I just got the vegetarian one. Y-you did say you were vegetarian right?"

"Yeah, I am actually." You saw him breathe out a sigh of relief as you took the wrap from him. "You didn't have to do that. I appreciate it, though. It's sweet of you. "

"O-oh, well..." he looked down, a light blush on his face, " I- it's only fair, pay you back for the coffee and the chat, y'know."

A few seconds of silence passed between you.

Steven took a breath before telling you about the next shift he had at the museum. How he had abruptly found himself on the bus there with the bird-man watching him from the street. How the man from the village, the judge of Ammit, showed up at work and referenced events from his 'dreams'. He told you of the jackals the man summoned, how they chased him into the bathroom.

As you listened, you could see clearly how much it had frightened Steven. His eyes would widen, he spoke quicker and began to tremble slightly. He would glance at you from time to time, and though it was incredibly subtle, you saw him relax when your eyes locked. You began to consider part of why he had asked to meet was because he was scared to be alone, reasonably so. And maybe, just maybe, he meant it when he said you made him feel safe. Maybe you couldn't help with his insomnia, the blackouts, or the dreams. But you could make him feel less alone, make him feel safe. Maybe that was enough for now.

He told you how it clawed, growling, about to break through the door. His reflection talked to him again there, it said that he could save him if he gave up control of the body. Steven didn't want to, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Then it went black, only for him to be on his way to his next shift when he came to. Inside the museum, he was greeted with chaos and told that the pipes had burst. When he went to JB to review the security from the previous night there was no evidence of the jackal. All it showed was Steven, implicating him for the damage.

That was certainly not what you'd expected to hear from him.

"Well, that's it. I got the sack. I don't blame 'em. I'm a vandal. I should've been arrested. " He sighed. "But, I have the keys I found in my flat, that's worth exploring, isn't it? Like, if I could find that storage locker, that might be my one chance to prove to myself that I'm not mad."

"Y-yeah. " You nodded, not knowing what to say. This was a lot to take in. Steven obviously wasn't well, he knew that. But at this point, the bird-man, his insomnia, the sleepwalking, those weren't his biggest problems anymore. Quite honestly, You'd thought that you would meet him and suggest he sage his flat. Or just provide support for him while he thinks about his next steps. But now, he had a cult- an actual cult led by a sorcerer after him.

"So I- I was wondering if you'd come with me to the storage locker... " Steven glanced up at you, and you noticed how nervous he seemed. "Maybe keep an eye out for the pigeon if he shows up, y'know... I-if you want?"

"I'd be happy to. Let's go check it out."

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You weren't quite sure what to do if this didn't work. You both had made it to four storage places and turned up nothing. Each time Steven would ask if you still wanted to stay, and each time you reassured him you did. You wanted to do something, to help in any way you could. He took a breath when he stepped into the next building.

"Hiya." He greeted the man at the desk.

"Hey."

"You all right?" Steven fidgeted.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Um, look, man, this is, like, the fifth branch I've been to. I'm looking for my storage locker. It's under "Steven Grant." If it's not under Steven Grant, it might be under "Marc." I don't have a surname, just Marc. Would you have a look for me, if that's all right? I know it sounds... "

You turned your attention away from the conversation before you. The room felt different, suffocating, and electric. The lights dimmed just barely, and you swore you could feel the slightest breeze. The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

You were being watched. And what was watching was not happy.

You reached for Steven, wrapping your hands around his arm. He glanced at you, confused.

"Thanks so much! You've been really helpful!" You grabbed the keys from the man at the desk. Then quickly dragged a confused Steven down the hall, towards the lockers.

"W-what was that about?" He tilted his head to look at you, "Are you- is everything okay?"

"Yeah, should be." The lack of confidence in your voice was clear as you released your hold on him.

"T-That's not- that's not very reassuring." You really didn't want to worry him more. He was going through enough as it was and you hated to make him even more panicked.

"We may... want to hurry things up a bit. Your 'pigeon' is.. well he's not happy." You found that troubling. It only seemed to appear like this, at least so far, when Steven was looking into Marc. It was trying to keep whatever link they shared buried.

"Y-you mean- it's here now?" He began to look around, definitely worried now.

"No. Not yet but he may decide to pop up." You looked at him and squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him. "It'll be okay."

He nodded, and let out a shaky breath. You both scanned the lockers walking down the long hall until Steven stopped.

"Oh, my God. Marc Spector." He let out a sigh, "It's real. It's totally real."

He looked at you and you offered him a supportive smile as he opened the locker. It was surprisingly scarce. It only seemed to really hold a cot, a few boxes, and a duffel bag. Definitely a bit weird. You followed him inside and he began to look around. You weren't quite sure what to do now, so you stayed by the entrance. You wanted to be helpful somehow so you concentrated on the bird-man. You could still feel the entity. It was there... just not completely. And it was definitely keeping an eye on things.

Waiting. But for what?'

"Marc." You looked back to Steven, who had turned towards the wall. "There he is. Here he comes. Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again." He said a bit exasperated.

You blinked and Steven paused, before responding to the wall. This was a bit awkward.

"More complicated? What? Am I possessed? Are you, like, a demon? Or..."

"You're not possessed, Steven. Whatever, whoever, you are talking to is not a demon. I would have known." You interrupted. Steven paused for a moment, glancing at you, the wall, and back at you. You didn't mean to interrupt him from whatever conversation he was having. You were afraid you had said something wrong by the silence that followed. "Sorry. I didn't-"

"He says I shouldn't have brought you..." he glanced at the wall again.

You stopped.

"What? Why?"

"Marc said that I'm putting you in danger." He looked at you with a remorseful expression.

You blinked. Danger or not you cared about him. Steven was your friend, and whatever he was going through, at the very least didn't have to go through it alone. The fact that this Marc was trying to get you to leave unsettled you. Both he and the bird-man wanted their connection to Steven to stay buried.

"Look, Steven, as long as you want me to be here I'll stay. Regardless of the bird, or Marc, I don't plan to leave anytime soon because of them." You caught a brief glimmer of relief in Steven's eyes before he turned back to the wall, continuing his conversation.

"Sleep... I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me? Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are. Tell me what it is you are. What are you?" He paused again for an inaudible response.

"Khonshu? The Egyptian god of the moon? Oh, my God, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers."

What on earth did an ancient Egyptian deity have to do with any of this? You wondered.

A slight breeze caught your attention as it ruffled your hair. You couldn't help but think of the entity. It felt older than anything you had encountered before, ancient. It felt more powerful than most spirits. And it looked suspiciously mummy-like. But that certainly didn't make it an Egyptian god. You shook your head, discarding that thought, and turned back to Steven.

Steven paused, "Oh, God. I'm having a panic attack. I need to go to a hospital." You began to reach for him, hoping to help in some way.

"You want my body? Right, yeah. Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah?" He grabbed the bag," and I'm gonna go straight to the authorities."

The lights blinked and you began to feel the presence solidify. It really wasn't happy now. "Steven- "

"And they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt anyone else."

"Steven."

"And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills so that you get out of my head!" Steven took your hand, this time leading you through the hall.

"Steven!" He finally stopped and looked at you. "It's back."

Right on cue, the light at the end of the hall flickered once, two times. The entity stood, lit by the sickly yellow light before vanishing into the darkness.

Steven's hands flew to the bag and he began to walk backward slowly. The lights began to flicker faster, now moving down the hall towards you both.

Click...

You stepped back, following Steven as you kept your eyes locked on the end of the hall.

Clickclickclick.

Suddenly all you could see were bandages, rags, bone, and hollow eyes.

It stood before you, tall, menacing, and angry.

You ran.

Lights flickered.

Doors rattled.

You desperately chased after Steven, turn after turn. You could feel the annoyance, irritation, and anger rolling off the entity. You couldn't leave Steven. You couldn't let it hurt him. As you rounded a corner you saw Steven. He had stopped. You knew why. He trembled as he looked up at the entity before him. You suddenly felt annoyed. It felt slightly amused, almost entertained by his fear. And this, this pissed you off. It was terrorizing Steven at this point. It turned its head, haloed by the pale light, and for the first time you heard it speak:

"Give it back, you fool."

For a millisecond you glared at it, and the entity looked back at you. Before you could attempt to confront it you were pulled down the hallway and out of the building by a screaming Steven.

Daylight suddenly flooded your senses. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted. You glanced down to see Steven curled up on the ground, the bag held securely in his arms.

"Marc? Where have you been?" You looked up at the source of the voice. A woman sat on a black scooter, inches from Steven. Her curly hair almost seemed to glow in the sunlight, framing her freckled face.

"Layla?" Steven looked up at her, surprise and confusion evident in his voice.

She reached out a hand to Steven and helped him up. "Who are you?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes narrowed at you.

You nervously gave her your name with a small smile. "I-I'm a friend of Steven's."

She nodded before turning back to Steven. "Okay...We need to talk."

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The three of you met back up at Steven's flat. You were surprised that Steven still wanted you to stay. Layla seemed to have answers for him. You didn't know where you stood with Layla, especially finding out she was married to Marc, who may or may not also be Steven. She quite understandably regarded you with some suspicion of your relationship with him. You didn't want to make Layla upset with you, but Steven had asked you to stay and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him no.

You felt awkward, and out of the loop, so you focused on your surroundings. It was similar to your flat, with the same bathroom tile, and the large kitchen window, but it had the details that made it very much Steven's. A large map of Egypt hung by the door, framed by postcards, displaying various landmarks. You couldn't ignore the large fish tank and of course, the single goldfish that swam in it. Not-Gus, you remembered. Steven had told you about him several times, how he picked him out because of his one fin. It made him special. You couldn't help but notice the chosen tank decor. Your eyes then drifted to the large bookshelves. You knew Steven was a bit of a bookworm, you had that in common, but you were surprised to find his flat was bordering on being considered a small library. It was certainly impressive, and the trinkets scattered about it drew your eye.

They exchanged a brief conversation about poetry in French. You glanced at the large desk by the window, books in piles on the top. You smiled to yourself as you noticed the desk under it had the pyramid paperweight you got him. One book lay open, but you were unable to make out the subject. They briefly discussed, hieroglyphics, and you couldn't help but see how excited it made Steven. Layla then took out divorce papers and you felt like you really shouldn't be there. You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of disappointment in Layla's eyes as she presented them to Steven. You turned your gaze away and looked to the ground.

You looked up as Steven began to open the duffel bag. He froze suddenly, seeming to double-guess himself.

"I-it's nothing." Steven muttered as he grabbed the bag tighter.

"Nothing?" Layla asked, before shoving him aside. You furrowed your brows at this and glanced at Steven. He didn't look at you, instead, kept his eyes locked on the bag as Layla went through it. You turned your attention to the bag, wondering what about it was so important.

Holy shit!

Was that a gun?

Layla took a scarab out of the bag, opening a whole other can of worms, and feelings between them. Mainly more confusion on Steven's part. You weren't sure what to do or even think at this point, how to make sense of any of this. Honestly, you weren't quite sure what was happening anymore.

"Take it. Take it. I don't want it. I swear." Steven attempted to offer her the scarab, causing her to pause. "Have it. I am not Marc Spector. I'm Steven Grant. I work at a gift shop. I used to work at a gift shop. And I-I'm in real danger and I think you might be the only person who can help me."

She opened her mouth, preparing to respond.

"Please." He begged.

"You really don't remember why we've been looking for this?" She gently shook the scarab, " Our adventures? Or our life together?"

"Oh god I wish I could."

This whole situation was becoming more complicated by the second, so the knocking at the door was very much not welcomed by you.

"Steven Grant, can we have a word?" A muffled voice asked behind the door.

"Oh, God, they've come for me." Steven said, his eyes wide.

"Why?" Layla furrowed her brows.

"I vandalized the toilet." Layla looked at you for an explanation. You just shook your head and sighed. Best to leave it for another time.

The knocking continued.

"Yeah, just a minute." Steven scurried over to the door.

"Steven Grant?" A voice asked.

"Yeah?"

"DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here."

Your attention was drawn from the door by Layla gently taking your wrist. She put a finger to her lips before she steered you to the large window and quietly opened it. She dropped your wrist before climbing up onto the window still.

What was she doing?

You furrowed your brows, and she motioned you to follow her. You glanced back at Steven, who was still by the door, before turning back to her. Seeing the seriousness in her eyes you did, albeit hesitantly. You maneuvered behind her on the roof, back to the wall.

Gods. Oh gods. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t look down.

Layla checked on you, making sure you could stay steady before listening to the conversation inside. You couldn't make out much from your position, you were a bit preoccupied with not having a panic attack on the roof. There was something about... police...a fake passport? You hoped Steven was okay, really wishing that this could just be a big misunderstanding.

After what felt like forever, Layla turned to you after checking the window. "They took him."

"What! Did you hear where?"

"No. But if we hurry we can follow the car." You blinked, surprised at her inclusion of you. What could you do to help any of this? So far you've just been there for emotional support, but things are complicated now. Steven needed more help or support than you could offer. She held her hand out to help you back inside. You took it and hopped inside the flat before following her down several flights of stairs. Once outside, she got on her scooter and turned to you.

"You care about him right?" She asked.

She already knew the answer.

But you did.

You really did.

"Yeah, I do. Of course, I do." You said softly, nodding.

"Okay. Get on."

She gestured for you to sit behind her. You straddled the seat, your hands hovering awkwardly.

Would it be too awkward to hold onto her waist? What if she didn't want you to? You just met for the first time less than an hour ago, and are basically strangers. But that's what you were supposed to do on these things. Right?

You took a breath to stop yourself from overthinking, you had bigger things to worry about. Hesitantly, you placed your arms around her waist, leaning close to her. You almost swore you glimpsed her smirk at that as she started the scooter, causing you to tighten your hold on her.

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Well. This was definitely not what you expected the cult of Ammit to look like. You thought it would be more...cult-like. Weird human murder rituals, maybe some chanting in ancient Egyptian around a fire, and more focus on the devouring of hearts bit. Instead, there were community gardens, kitchens, and...indoor movie nights.

You turned to Layla from your hidden corner, both of you sharing a puzzled look as you took in the view. You scanned the crowd, attempting to find Steven. It took you a moment before you noticed him sitting at the table with another man. Harrow, you remembered Steven telling you. You couldn't make out much of the conversation. Movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye. In front of you, Layla was beginning to creep forward, towards the kitchen area, scarab clenched tightly in her hand.

"Can you fight?" She turned back to you for a moment.

"Uh, yeah, a bit. Just enough to defend myself." There were at least fifty people in the room. How on earth was she going to grab Steven and get out by the two of you throwing a few punches?

"Okay." She nodded, "Good. We're going to have to try to make a run for it. Let's get Marc and get out."

You nodded, sucking in a breath as she lead you to the front of the doorway.

"Where is the scarab." You heard a voice demand.

"I have it." Layla announced, her voice echoing in the large room. She stepped forward, glancing around the room.

"Let me have it. I'll keep it safe." Harrow said, eyes locked on the golden beetle.

"There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this. Fix this!" The bird-man was back suddenly, standing behind Steven. You peered around the entity, offering a small smile to Steven as you and Layla stopped next to him.

"Summon the Suit." Layla told Steven.

"S-sorry what?"

"Summon the suit." She looked at him confused, he didn't know what she meant.

"Summon the soup? What are you saying-"

"The suit. And keep this safe." She handed him the scarab.

"So be it." Harrow announced.

"Let's go! Let's Go!" She grabbed both you and Steven and began to drag you along.

A few people began to make their way toward you. You took a breath and clenched your fists. As the group got too close the three of you shoved them off, before breaking into a sprint. You and Steven took off after Layla up the metal stairs, footsteps thundering. You heard a thump and a sound like shattering glass, coming from the lower floor.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

Oh no.

You suddenly, and quite conveniently remembered that Steven mentioned Harrow had the ability to summon things.

"Steven!" Layla shouted. You lost sight of her as she found the corner, replaced with a man blocking the path forward. You both stopped. The chaos beginning to unfold was beginning to feel overwhelming. You risked a glance back, a group of people were making their way up the stairs. The two of you were trapped. Unsure of where to go next, you hesitated, debating whether to attempt to swing at him or face the group behind you. Steven took this chance to grab your hand and pull you past the man and up another stairway, just in time to see Layla throw someone over the railing.

"That was awesome." Steven complimented her. You nodded quickly in agreement, before sprinting after them. Maybe later you could ask Steven if you could take his wife out sometime.

As you panted, your feeling of unease returned, stronger this time. Whatever Harrow had summoned was not too far behind you. You made it through a pair of wooden doors, Steven and Layla locking them behind you.

You took a gasp of air, and looked at Steven, "Jackal."

"Oh my god," Steven muttered. "I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave."

Layla rushed over to him. The doors began to rattle. If this was the same thing that Steven had encountered before behind a metal door, there was no way you'd stand a chance.

"No. No. Hey. Listen to me. Your name is Marc. You have a suit, I've seen you use it. You bring it out. " Steven shook his head, getting more panicked by the second

You turned your attention to the door, the rattling getting faster.

Shit.

Normal ghosts couldn't hurt you. Normal ghosts couldn't kill you. But this wasn't a ghost, or a spirit, or anything you were familiar with. You glanced around for something to use as a potential weapon.

Sarcophagi, more sarcophagi.

Chair!

You picked up the small chair. It was already well on its way to crumbling, you'd just have to help it along. You tossed it as hard as you could. The leg cracked off, thankfully just enough to serve as a short rod. You picked it up and tightened your grip around it. The rattling became louder, and faster.

"Hey, guys!" You looked at them, Steven and Layla crouched on the ground. "We don't have much longer."

Layla glanced at you, and looked around the room, in an effort to locate an exit.

"Let's go." She hopped up a ladder. You were about to follow her when the doors were flung open. The jackal let out a cry and began to run toward you and Steven. He started to back away, and you prepared to swing.

One...

Two...

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the final swing.

Three-

You were thrown aside as the jackal shoved past you. You landed on your side, the wooden leg clattering against the floor.

Ow.

What ensued next happened in a blur.

You briefly registered that the jackal charged into Steven, just in time to see them both tumble out the window.

You glanced at Layla, in shock before scurrying to stand. You clutched the rod before making it down the fire escape. You begin to search the unfamiliar setting looking for Steven. You felt on edge, and ready to jump into fight or flight mode, so when you heard the splintering of wood it nearly caused you to jump out of your skin. You turned to see a white blur get thrown through a wooden gate.

The man in a completely white suit with a mask, topped with a crescent moon and glowing eyes, then immediately proceeded to rip a bumper off a car.

"Y-you look different." Layla commented. So this must be a similar suit to the one she referenced earlier.

"Steven! Look out!" As much as you'd love to comment on this surprising wardrobe change, you were busy watching as the jackal stalked up behind him.

It slammed him against a car. Layla tried to walk toward him but you grabbed her arm. She looked at you.

"Don't. It's right there."

"No! Don't try and come near me!" Steven warned as he was thrown against the car again. The jackal turned to her, letting out a deep growl and baring its teeth.

You tried to pull her away but the jackal swiped at her before you could, throwing her onto the ground, and pulling you along with her. The fall happened too quickly for you to brace yourself, and your head hit the ground. You brought a hand to the spot and hissed. You turned around when you heard glass shatter.

Layla stood by the jackal, shards of broken glass revealing it. It roared, before proceeding to take them both by the neck. You stood and felt for the rod. It was gone. You frantically looked for something you could use. Your eyes caught a glint, and you turned to see a decent-sized shard of glass. You clutched it, before making your way behind the jackal, keeping your steps quiet. It sneered at Steven as he fought against its grip, Layla attempting to do the same. You took a breath and shoved the shard into its lower back. It howled. Then it tossed them aside, before turning towards you, snarling. and doing the same. You hit the damp stone ground again and groaned.

Your attacks were barely doing anything to the creature. Without an actual weapon or a way to escape the three of you didn't stand a chance.

Your attention was caught by a scream.

Layla.

You glanced around. Finally located the wooden leg off to the side. As you clutched it, you noted the crack beginning to form. You looked back to Layla, the jackal held her by her leg. Steven charged towards it only to be knocked aside. You prepared to run towards the jackal. Only to stop, when you heard Steven shout.

"Yeah. I see you-you pug-ugly coyote. You're on the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now." He threw his jacket on the ground and rolled his sleeves. He had entirely too much confidence for someone who just got tossed around like a rag-doll. You looked at Layla, your confusion mirrored on her face.

"Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. My name's Steven with a 'V'!" He hit it square in the face, before exclaiming excitedly. He called to you and Layla, "Did you see that!" Right before being kicked into the street, repeatedly slammed against a bus, and falling to the ground, face first.

Ouch. You cringed.

You took a step towards him, preparing to make sure he was okay. Layla grabbed your arm and nodded towards the street. You looked back to Steven watching as he stood. His suit... changed. Strands of linen wrapped around him, ending with a hood and cape. He turned to face the two of you, eyes still glowing. You blinked, taking in the new situation. You couldn't help but notice this was the second appearance of the crescent moon on the costume. Weird.

"Get it out of here!" Layla shouted.

Steven hopped on top of a van, before climbing up a nearby building, the jackal pursuing him. A second later, he disappeared onto the roof.

Layla turned to you a few moments later. "Come on. I'll drive you home. We should probably should check that cut out. It doesn't look too good." You were a bit surprised at how calm she sounded. The three of you had just faced a dangerous entity summoned by the power of an ancient goddess. You shook lightly.

"Cut?" You asked.

Almost as if an answer, you felt a drop of warm liquid run down the side of your face. You felt it and brought your finger back to find it stained red. The adrenaline began to wear off, and you noted pounding on the side of your head.

"O-oh." You followed her, trailing behind a bit, processing what happened. "But what about Steven? The jackal?"

"He's got the suit now. He'll be okay, this isn't the first time he's done stuff like this." You nodded. The two of you turned the corner and met with the scooter. You climbed on.

The sound of shuffling behind you caught both of your attention. You turned to see a man hand a golden, and suspiciously scarab-shaped object to Harrow. He took the man's hand. You saw him convulse briefly, before dropping to the ground.

Dead.

What shocked you besides the murder that only occurred a few yards from you, was that this man's soul leave didn't leave the way you were used to. You felt a hunger from Harrow. And you had a distinct feeling that the soul had been...eaten. Consumed? But not by him. Through him. That was the only way you could attempt to explain it. Just as Harrow began to turn towards you, Layla sped off, leaving you to wonder what you had just witnessed.

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jasminewalkerauthor · 5 months

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Deep dives into folklore: Egyptian mythology

Egyptian mythology is a rich and complex tapestry that weaves together a diverse pantheon of gods, goddesses, and mythical beings, providing insights into the beliefs and cosmology of ancient Egypt. The mythology of ancient Egypt spans thousands of years, evolving and adapting over different periods of the civilization's history. Here's a deep dive into key aspects of Egyptian mythology:

Creation Mythology:

1. Atum and the Ennead:

Atum, the primordial god, is often associated with the sunset and creation. According to some myths, Atum emerged from the chaotic waters of Nun and created himself.

Atum then produced the Ennead, a group of nine deities, including Shu (air) and Tefnut (moisture), who gave birth to Geb (earth) and Nut (sky).

2. Geb and Nut:

Geb and Nut, the children of Shu and Tefnut, were initially inseparable, but Shu raised Nut above him, creating space between them—representing the sky—and allowing life to flourish on Earth.

3. Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys:

Osiris, the god of the afterlife and rebirth, ruled Egypt with his sister-wife, Isis. Set, another sibling, grew jealous and murdered Osiris.

Isis, the devoted wife, gathered Osiris's body parts, resurrecting him for a brief period to conceive their son, Horus.

The conflict between Horus and Set symbolizes the struggle between order and chaos.

Pantheon:

1. Ra:

Ra, the sun god, was a central figure in Egyptian mythology. He traveled through the sky during the day and navigated the underworld at night.

Ra's journey through the underworld and rebirth at dawn mirrors the cycle of the sun.

2. Horus:

Horus, often depicted with a falcon head, was associated with kingship and protection. The Pharaohs were believed to be the earthly embodiment of Horus.

The Eye of Horus symbolizes protection, healing, and power.

3. Thoth:

Thoth, the ibis-headed god, was the scribe of the gods and the inventor of writing. He played a crucial role in the judgment of the deceased in the afterlife.

4. Anubis:

Anubis, the jackal-headed god, presided over mummification and guided souls through the afterlife. He weighed the hearts of the deceased against the feather of Ma'at during the judgment in the Hall of Ma'at.

Afterlife and the Duat:

1. Duat:

The Duat was the realm of the dead, a mysterious and perilous place that the deceased had to navigate to reach the afterlife.

2. Ma'at:

Ma'at, the goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order, played a crucial role in the afterlife judgment. The heart of the deceased was weighed against the feather of Ma'at.

3. Osiris and the Afterlife:

Osiris became the ruler of the afterlife, offering the possibility of eternal life to the deceased who passed the judgment in the Hall of Ma'at.

Rituals and Beliefs:

1. Mummification:

The process of mummification was a vital ritual to preserve the body for the afterlife. Organs were removed, and the body was treated with natron before being wrapped in linen.

2. Book of the Dead:

The Book of the Dead was a collection of spells and rituals designed to guide the deceased through the afterlife successfully.

3. Temples and Cults:

Temples were dedicated to specific gods, and cults practiced rituals and ceremonies to honor and appease the deities.

Egyptian mythology reflects the Egyptians' deep connection to the natural world, their preoccupation with the cyclical nature of life and death, and their profound religious beliefs. It served as a foundation for their societal norms, rituals, and the concept of an afterlife. The stories of gods and goddesses, creation myths, and the pursuit of balance and order continue to captivate and inspire curiosity about this ancient civilization's spiritual beliefs.

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animalfreek · 2 years

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Kemetic Language

Hellos:

Em hotep: A formal greeting meaning "in peace".

Ēē ti em hotep: "Welcome in peace".

Sa: Welcome

Nēnē: A greeting often used for friends.

Åy: Hey! (Estimated)

Heru nefer- Good day, happy day, holiday.

Rā nefer: Good day.

Goodbyes:

Ankh Uedja Seneb/AUS: Life, prosperity, health.

Årek heru nefer: Have a good day!

Seneb ti: "Be well".

Uah teptah: Live long life on earth.

Religious phrases:

A'aru: The Field of Reeds, heavenly paradise where Osiris rules.

Ankh: life or sworn oath.

Ånuk pau hemek: I am your servant.

Ba, bau: soul, souls.

Dua: Adoration or praise, often used alongside netjer.

Duat: Afterlife leading to the Weighing of the Heart ceremony prior to arriving at A'aru.

Hekenu: Praise to a god, thanksgiving.

Hy enek: Hail to thee.

Ma'at: The concept of balance and truth.

Meruty: "Beloved", gods you are close to.

Netjer or Netjeru: Meaning deity or deities (singular and plural respectively.)

Netjeri: Divine, sacred.

Sa: Protection or amulet of protection.

Sekhem: Vital power.

Colors:

Black (coal black): Djān

Black, dark brown (color of soil): Kem

Grey: Sekem

White: Shesep

Silver: Hedj

Gold: Nebu

Copper: Hemet

Bronze: Hesmin

Light blue: Ånum

Blue: Teferr

Dark blue (blue black of hair): Khesbedj

Turquoise: Mefkat

Malachite: Mefek

Green: Wadj or uadj

Light green: Neshmet

Indigo: Ånu

Amethyst Khenumet

Dark red: Demi

Light red: Merosh

Red: Tjems

Blood red: Tjur

Yellow: Qeniut

Ochre: Senit

Tan Djriu

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deitiesofduat · 10 months

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...I keep wanting to wait and gather a photoset to accompany this random off-model doodle of Set that I've been sitting on, but… ah well, here he is for the dashboard. I haven't quite forgotten how to draw him yet lmao

Also for anyone who missed it, the DEITIES Site has a new Changes & Improvements page now, with more to come gradually -- details in this earlier update!

DEITIES Website: deitiesproject.com

Set's Profile: deitiesproject.com/portfolio/set

#// Also this ain't the last of Set for the evening -- give me a sec...#// I also finally fixed that annoying spacing on the site from the last update ffffffffff #DEITIES Project #Deities of Duat #characters #deities #Set #artwork #egyptian mythology #egyptian gods #kemetic #mythology #Seth #Sutekh #Setesh #sha animal

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tenicola · 1 year

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Part 1/2 of the DEITIES Profiles I completed for this year's OC_tober run -- since I think they all look kinda nice together /o\ All of them can be viewed in the #DEITIES Profiles tag of the project blog to see additional artwork and notes, but I'll link the first 10 here for convenience:

DEITIES Profiles: Osiris / Set / Isis / Nephthys / Horus / Anubis / Bastet / Sekhmet / Mafdet / Hathor

DEITIES x OC_TOBER ➝ Full Character Lineup NEXT ➝ [ PART II (11-20) ]

DEITIES Website >> https://deitiesproject.com/

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alimkubdel · 2 months

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And yes, Nehebkau is the serpent god, who, as a judge, determines the afterlife for the deceased. Later, one of the guards of the entrance to the Duat, the companion of Ra in the night voyage, the deity of fertility and time, one of the gods of Malaya The Enneads. The center of the cult is Heracleopolis.

Haha, even I didn't know that. Interesting find.

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templeofoccultpractices · 8 months

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Anpu/Anubis

Other names:Ἄνουβις, Inpu, Inpw, Jnpw, Anpu, ⲁⲛⲟⲩⲡ

Major cult center:Lycopolis, Cynopolis

Domain:Judgment Halls of Duat

Symbol:mummy gauze, jackal, flail, nwA or nwt blade tool, Seated dog, Wadjet eye, Sekhem scepter, imy-wt a fetish of leopard skin hung from a pole often made of wood and set before the kings throne

Parents:Nepthys and Set, Osiris (Middle and New kingdom) or Ra (Old kingdom). His fourth son

Alternative parentage:Ra and Hesat (early manifestation of hathor), Set and Nephytys, Nephytys and Ra, Bastet

Siblings:Wepwawet, Horus (step brother when osiris and isis are parents), Anput sister (when parents are Set and Nephytys, Bata (in the tale of the two brothers)

Consort:Anput, Nephthys

Offspring:Kebechet, Wapwawet (sometimes) son, Ammut (sometimes) daughter

Greek equivalent:Hades or Hermes

Roles:Master embalmer, Inventor of embalming, Cheif physician, Watcher, Guardian of the dead, Phychopomp 'guide of souls', Master of the scales in the Hall of Amunety, Naturr god of twilight and dawn, Tribunal of Wesir, Sirius star, Personification of the summer solstice

Hybrid gods:Hermanubis/hermes anubis

Connection to other gods:Hermes (roman), Cerberus (parents echidna and typhon), Garmr or Garm (norsr) rag (old norse), Nibhaz (hebrew)

Anubis is the god of death(psychopomp), mummification, embalming, the afterlife, cemeteries, tombs, and the Underworld, in ancient Egyptian religion, usually depicted as a canine or a man with a canine head.

Like many ancient Egyptian deities, Anubis assumed different roles in various contexts. Depicted as a protector of graves as early as the First Dynasty (c. 3100 – c. 2890 BC), Anubis was also an embalmer. By the Middle Kingdom (c. 2055–1650 BC) he was replaced by Osiris in his role as lord of the underworld. One of his prominent roles was as a god who ushered souls into the afterlife. He attended the weighing scale during the "Weighing of the Heart", in which it was determined whether a soul would be allowed to enter the realm of the dead. Anubis is one of the most frequently depicted and mentioned gods in the Egyptian pantheon, however, no relevant myth involved him.

Anubis was depicted in black, a color that symbolized regeneration, life, the soil of the Nile River, and the discoloration of the corpse after embalming. Anubis is associated with his brother Wepwawet, another Egyptian god portrayed with a dog's head or in canine form, but with grey or white fur. Historians assume that the two figures were eventually combined. Anubis' female counterpart is Anput. His daughter is the serpent goddess Kebechet.

Roles

Embalmer

As jmy-wt (Imiut or the Imiut fetish) "He who is in the place of embalming", Anubis was associated with mummification. He was also called ḫnty zḥ-nṯr "He who presides over the god's booth", in which "booth" could refer either to the place where embalming was carried out or the pharaoh's burial chamber.

In the Osiris myth, Anubis helped Isis to embalm Osiris. Indeed, when the Osiris myth emerged, it was said that after Osiris had been killed by Set, Osiris's organs were given to Anubis as a gift. With this connection, Anubis became the patron god of embalmers; during the rites of mummification, illustrations from the Book of the Dead often show a wolf-mask-wearing priest supporting the upright mummy.

Protector of tombs

Anubis was a protector of graves and cemeteries. Several epithets attached to his name in Egyptian texts and inscriptions referred to that role. Khenty-Amentiu, which means "foremost of the westerners" and was also the name of a different canine funerary god, alluded to his protecting function because the dead were usually buried on the west bank of the Nile.He took other names in connection with his funerary role, such as tpy-ḏw.f (Tepy-djuef) "He who is upon his mountain" (i.e. keeping guard over tombs from above) and nb-t3-ḏsr (Neb-ta-djeser) "Lord of the sacred land", which designates him as a god of the desert necropolis.

The Jumilhac papyrus recounts another tale where Anubis protected the body of Osiris from Set. Set attempted to attack the body of Osiris by transforming himself into a leopard. Anubis stopped and subdued Set, however, and he branded Set's skin with a hot iron rod. Anubis then flayed Set and wore his skin as a warning against bad people who would desecrate the tombs of the dead.Priests who attended to the dead wore leopard skin in order to commemorate Anubis' victory over Set. The legend of Anubis branding the hide of Set in leopard form was used to explain how the leopard got its spots.

Most ancient tombs had prayers to Anubis carved on them.

Weigher of Hearts

One of the roles of Anubis was as the "Guardian of the Scales."The critical scene depicting the weighing of the heart, in the Book of the Dead, shows Anubis performing a measurement that determined whether the person was worthy of entering the realm of the dead (the underworld, known as Duat). By weighing the heart of a deceased person against Ma'at (or "truth"), who was often represented as an ostrich feather, Anubis dictated the fate of souls. Souls heavier than a feather would be devoured by Ammit, and souls lighter than a feather would ascend to a heavenly existence.

Anput

Symbols:jackal, canopic jars, mummy gauze

Consort:Anubis

Offspring:Kebechet

Anput is a goddess in ancient Egyptian religion. Her name is written in hieroglyphs as jnpwt (reconstructed in Middle Egyptian as /ʔan.ˈpa.wat/ or /jan.ˈpa.wat/).In English, her name also is rendered as Anupet, Input, Inpewt, and Yineput. As the female counterpart of her husband, Anubis, who was known as jnpw to the Egyptians, Anput's name ends in a feminine "t" suffix when seen as jnpwt.

Draconian

Draconian-Egyptian Grimoire-Asenath Mason

Anpu, also known as Anubis in Greek, was the original Egyptian Lord of the Dead before the death of Asar (Osiris) that occurred with the rise of the Asar cult. As the stories go, Anpu vacated the spot as a sign of respect for Asar, and became the lord of the embalming process, funerals, graveyards, the weighing of the soul in the hall of Amenti, and ferrying the souls into the land of the dead. Highly shamanic, Anpu is a guide that can help us find the correct path when we seek his wisdom. Different myths have different lineages associated with them, but the oldest myths say he is a son of Ra. However, through the centuries his lineage changed several times, and drastically at that, as did his role as can be seen above. In his book "777," Aleister Crowley corresponds him to Hod on the Qabalistic tree of life, which is also where Mercury and Ilermes are placed, due to their psychopomp natures. However, since that was a later addition to the legend of Anpu, there would be a different Qabalistic correspondence for him that would correspond to our work. We will be working with him to guide us to deeper into the draconian mysteries of ancient Egypt that time has forgotten. We should also remember that the role of psychopomp attached to Anpu rose during the early Hermetic era, and didn't reflect earlier Egyptian periods and teachings.

──────⊰In Workings⊱──────

*Please know basic protections and energy work before attempting any deity work.*

*It is important to note that everyone's experiences are different and will work with spirits for different reasons. Some people may like a spirit while others will not and that's okay. Ask these spirits what they will work with you on as well as ask them if they can help you with whatever it is you need.*

Anubis had male priests who sported wood masks with the god's likeness when performing rituals. His cult center was at Cynopolis in Upper Egypt but memorials were built everywhere and he was universally revered in every part of the nation

Ideas for honoring and working with/worshiping Anpu/Anubis

Anubis being a psychopomp deity he can ensure dead loved ones safety in the afterlife. He can also protect the practitioner from harm. He may also be good help in necromancy.

Altar

Create an altar/sacred space for performing rituals and giving offerings to Anpu/Anubis.

⬩An altar cloth

⬩Black and gold candles(you can use any color)

⬩Incense and an incense burner

⬩Offering bowl

⬩Statue of him or jackal

For more information on basic altar setups and deity work check out the deity work post.

Offerings:Antique keys, Bandages, Black coffee, Bones, Cinnamon , Feather, Frankincense, Hermatite, Phantom quartz, Puzzle boxes, Mastic/arabic gum/yemen gum (used in food and embalming), Myrrh, Pumpkin spice, Scales, Skulls, Smokey quarts, Vanilla,

Rituals

Ideas for rituals may include

For any ritual you are doing for Anubis you can wear a mask in his likeness. Ideas for rituals may include calling him for

⬩Protection

⬩Helping the dead cross over

⬩Honoring the dead

⬩Honoring the life you have

⬩Funerary rites

⬩Necromancy

⬩you can ask him what he will work with you on⬩

Evocation to Anpu/Anubis(made by me)(credit my Tumblr if used)

Anpu/Anput, Protector of the dead.

Guide of souls, I call to you

Find no wickedness in me, I shall bring you truth

I ask for your protection, I ask for your guidance

Overseer of the dead, I ask your alliance

Please accept my offering, Dua Anpu

𓃣𓃦𓃢𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃥𓃢

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