#amarna heresy

[ava-does-dumbassery]

This is what I did for my Middle Egyptian practice today. If there are any ghosts of 18th dynasty Ancient Egyptians on tumblr then I hope they find this to be a funny meme.

(I might have gotten something wrong here since I’m still learning the language, but this was very fun to make, especially since already I knew how to spell all the words in it except for the names.)

Translation:

Says I: “May we get gods?”

Says the King of Upper and Lower Egypt Neferkheperura Akhenaten: “There is god at home.”

This god which is at home:

#egyptian mythology #ancient egypt #akhenaten #amarna heresy #the amarna heresy #Aten #egyptology #egyptian gods #ava has thoughts #no id #undescribed #Ancient egypt stuff

[blueiskewl]

Head of the God Amun Ca. 1336–1327 B.C. New Kingdom, post-Amarna Period. From Upper Egypt, Thebes; From Egypt.

Amun was a major ancient Egyptian deity who appears as a member of the Hermopolitan Ogdoad. Amun was attested from the Old Kingdom together with his wife Amunet. With the 11th Dynasty (c. 21st century BC), Amun rose to the position of patron deity of Thebes by replacing Montu.

After the rebellion of Thebes against the Hyksos and with the rule of Ahmose I (16th century BC), Amun acquired national importance, expressed in his fusion with the Sun god, Ra, as Amun-Ra (alternatively spelled Amon-Ra or Amun-Re).

Amun-Ra retained chief importance in the Egyptian pantheon throughout the New Kingdom (with the exception of the "Atenist heresy" under Akhenaten). Amun-Ra in this period (16th to 11th centuries BC) held the position of transcendental, self-created creator deity "par excellence"; he was the champion of the poor or troubled and central to personal piety. With Osiris, Amun-Ra is the most widely recorded of the Egyptian gods.

As the chief deity of the Egyptian Empire, Amun-Ra also came to be worshipped outside Egypt, according to the testimony of ancient Greek historiographers in Libya and Nubia. As Zeus Ammon and Jupiter Ammon, he came to be identified with Zeus in Greece and Jupiter in Rome.

#Head of the God Amun #Ca. 1336–1327 B.C. #New Kingdom post-Amarna Period #granodiorite #sculpture #egyptian sculpture #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient egypt #egyptian history #egyptian art

[alconvin]

my fave heresies

amarna heresy

gnosticism

fourth hypostasis sophiology

mariolatry

#esoteric #occult #christian #gnosticism #spirituality #religion

[thetwistedrope]

Just out of curiosity, what are Kemetics' thoughts on Amon, Amenhotep, and Amenhotep forcing monotheism on Egypt for a while and basically trying to erase the ntrw?

i'm guessing these names aren't fully right because i see amenhotep twice. but the mention of monotheism makes me think you're referencing amarna and akhenaten

tbh, amarna isn't monotheism, its a really hardcore form of monolatry, which is to say that the ntrw didn't disappear, they just all packed into one entity, for better or worse. it's a really interesting experimental phase of the religion and the only authors to make amarna remotely interesting to me were Alison Roberts and Kemp.

kemp has been/was the main overseer for the amarna dig, so he knows the amarna material probably better than anyone else, and he swears its not monotheistic in nature. Roberts talks about how the amarna phase is more monolatric than monotheistic, and really breaks down the entire era in a way i've not seen many other egyptologists do. she even breaks down the shift in art style and everything.

from a religious standpoint, i don't really have much druthers about it either way, like, i think that seti and ramses coulda fkn dialed it back a bit. i personally really dislike the reaction that the NK had to the amarna situation, but like it's all whatever to me. it's very clear that the amarna style was not sustainable, and the idea that you need to go through one (rich) dude can just die in a fire as far as i'm concerned. akhenaten had some problems he needed to work through, that much is certain.

i'm more grumpy that akhenaten did a rubbish job of actually running the country and that ppl suffered for it, but that's rich ppl for you.

but yeah, the amarna "heresy" was not monotheism. i wish popular media would change that narrative because its absolutely wrong, but you know. christianity gonna christianity ig.

#asks #amarna #kemetic

[edenoi]

one time i saw this dude get really mad i think on reddit about the amarna heresy, he was like "this is BLATANTLY DISRESPECTFUL to ra the aten is his TOOL it is NOT a god" and everyone was like "dude are you an incarnation of ra"

#eden.txt

[fleurdufeu]

#well I think i'm hilarious #akhenaten #ancient egypt #amarna period #amarna heresy #meme #mine

[hereticalscion]

Tag dump!

#sans heresy (OOC) #hands of aten (IC) #silver aten (sin) #son of god (self) #aten's garden (aesthetic) #v1.grand order #v2.HGW #v3.amarna #heresy (crack) #sun's secrets (headcanons) #offerings to the aten (asks) #glory to the aten (self promo) #eyes of the aten (dash commentary) #attention of the king (promo)

[ishtargates]

From Classical Art Memes

~Hasmonean

#lol #funny #akhenaten #atenism #aten #amarna #amarna heresy #religion #ancient religion #egyptian religion #egyptian mythology #ancient egyptians #egyptians #ancient egypt

[rvexillology]

Flag for Atenism

from /r/vexillology Top comment: Atenism, the Aten religion, the Amarna religion, or the "Amarna heresy" was a religion and the religious changes associated with the ancient Egyptian Eighteenth Dynasty pharaoh Akhenaten. The religion centered on the cult of the god Aten, depicted as the disc of the Sun and originally an aspect of the traditional solar deity Ra. The colors are from the current Egyptian flag, and the sun thingy is their god Aten.

#Flag #Atenism #flags #vexillology

[natasa-pantovic]

So privileged to be asked by #BenFox the Founder of Shepherd @bwb to recommend my list of the best Ancient Mediterranean classics. 🙏🙏 If you are interested in the #history beyond the usual, check why the "Perspectives on the Amarna Letters", is the number #1 of many researchers. Better known as Amarna Heresy, a philosophical discussion from Ancient Egypt's Babylon about #God Monotheism and Trinity written 3,000 years ago. No #2 best book is "Moses and Akhenaten: The Secret History of #Egypt at the Time of the Exodus", no. #3 is "Inanna, Lady of Largest Heart: Poems of the #Sumerian High Priestess". No #4 is the #Macedonian "Derveni Papyrus: #Cosmology, #Theology and Interpretation", and No. #5 is the Ancient Greek "Φερεκύδης - Θεογονία | Pherecydes - Theogony"..., #NatašaPantović

#best books #reviews #book review #nataša pantović #inspirational #motivational #ancient #ancient greece #ancient history #ancient greek #art #culture #ancient culture #history #goddess #greek gods #Ancient Egypt #ancient europe

[ava-does-dumbassery]

There’s a part in the Atenism presentation I’m doing for school that I actually feel kind of bad about. It’s a part where I’m talk about King Tut, and I do that joke that despite being the one pharaoh everybody knows about today he was actually pretty unimportant in his time. And, if I had more than ten minutes to talk about this, I would probably talk about why Tutankhamun is so widely known now despite being unimportant in his time, and what that says about how the way we can view history can change.

King Tut was a child for most of his reign, and was also probably disabled and chronically ill. Most of his acts as king were either heavily influenced or just straight up controlled by his adult advisors. His biggest accomplishment was restoring Egypt to the way it was before his father made a big mess of it it (it wasn’t just religious reforms, Akhenaten also really screwed up Egypt’s economy and political relations). He died when he was 19 (which is like only three years older than I am). But then, after he died, one of the guys who was pharaoh after him erased almost all records of Akhenaten, and sometimes he even erased records of Tutankhamun too!

I feel a sort of kinship for him, I guess. He was a young pharaoh who didn’t really live long enough or have enough control over his own reign to have many achievements that weren’t in the shadow of his father’s bullshit and his advisors ruling through him. And after he died, most of the evidence of the one big thing that did happen during his reign (or even that he existed at all!) was erased. But because he was so unimportant and forgotten in his time, his tomb remained undisturbed, while the tombs of every pharaoh around him, especially the very important ones, were robbed almost immediately. The amount of riches he was buried with was relatively small, but he got to keep them with himself for almost 3,000 years… until it got broken open by archeologists.

And because all the almost all the other tombs were empty, what had been left in his tomb was now really impressive, and sparked an international interest in Ancient Egypt. King Tut, the erased boy king who lived in the shadow of his father, and his funerary mask that might have been intended for a completely different pharaoh, became iconic symbols of wealth and power. I think that says something really interesting about how the way we relate to history changes as time passes. And I also really wish we knew more about how he felt about things. How he felt about his father, about the priests of Amun, about the things that happened during his reign.

Unfortunately, I do not have time to say all of this in my ten minute power point about Akhenaten and his sun disk crimes, so I think it will just sound like I’m bullying a teenager who lived 3,000 years ago for not doing enough important stuff.

#Ava has thoughts #tutankhamun #amarna heresy #Ancient egypt #the Akhenaten keynote saga #Ancient egypt stuff

[madamlaydebug]

The heresy of Akhenaten. Egyptian religion remained remarkably uniform throughout its more than three thousand years of history - with one exception. For about two decades at the end of the 18th dynasty ("The Amarna period"), the pharaoh Akhenaten promoted a view of the world that challenged the very foundations of Egyptian belief.

Akhenaten began his reign fairly traditionally, as Amenhotep IV. His earliest inscriptions, however, already suggest innovation, showing particular devotion to the sun god Ra ("Re"). At the same time, the king changed his own name from Amenhotep ("Amun is content") to Akhenaten ("Effective for the Aten"). He also began construction of a new capital, called Akhetaten, at the site now known as as el-Amarna, midway between the traditional capital of Memphis, in the North, and the dynastic seat of Thebes, in the south.

Akhenaten tolerated the worship of the traditional gods until some time after his ninth year on the throne, when he began to establish the supremacy of his new religion. Reference to the older deities was avoided in reliefs and inscriptions and the name of Amun, the former supreme god, was erased, along with the word "gods", from monuments.

It is clear that Akhenaten's ideas were not accepted by most Egyptians. Later generations destroyed his monuments and Akhenaten was henceforth mentioned only as "the heretic of Akhenaten."

[namacub95]

Lady of the Two Lands

This is pure speculation on my part to the whole affair surrounding King Tutankhamun's death, the letter to Suppiluliuma, and why Ankhesenamun mysteriously disappeared from the historical record. Obviously, I'll be taking some liberties here and there but I hope to try and keep this somewhat historically accurate.

#TutWasMurderedAndI'llDieBelievingIt

Tags: Ancient Egypt, Ancient History, Political Alliances, Brother/Sister Incest, Royalty, Character Death, Suicide, Sibling Love, POV Female Character, Dialogue Light, Sad Ending

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Her husband is dead.

Her little brother is dead.

Immediately, the servants whisk away his body for preparation. No sooner had his final breath left his body, carrying away his ka, than he was whisked from her only to be seen again when she walked in the procession to his tomb. They have seventy days to anoint his body with the precious oils, to take his sacred organs, to murmur the ancient spells over his still form, and then to wrap him in linen to meet Osiris, and Thoth, and Anubis in the Duat. His life was short, but he pleased the gods with his restoration of their monumental temples and the reinstating of their priests. It will surely count in his favour when Ma’at places the feather of truth on the scale opposite his heart. She is assured that he will make it safely to blessed Aaru like his grandfather before him.

But not his father, she thinks bitterly, no one ever mentions his father - their father- at least not where they think that she or precious Tut could overhear them. She isn’t sure whether it was that snake Ay or her brother who gave that precise command.

“So tragic, to die so young and without an heir to follow him.” The voice is soft and so full of false grief that Ankhesenamun burns “My deepest condolences, my queen.”

“Your words are kind, Vizier.” She replies. She dares not look at him or else she will wrap her hands around his throat and choke the life from him. She has no proof but Ankhesenamun knows that Ay was involved.

So convenient that her brother should die just as he is growing restless against Ay’s hold on him.

“I will see to it personally that he is given the finest burial, that the kings who follow him will say that they wish to enter the next world in such glory. He will be remembered, my queen, of that you can be assured.”

Ankhesenamun has no room to argue with Ay on that. She simply nods and hopes that he will leave her to her grief because she is not just a widow, she has lost her only blood. Could he not let her be in this? Then his words make her stop, make her mind turn on itself like the wheels of one of her brother’s fine chariots.

The kings who follow him.

Of course, Ankhesenamun knew that a new king would need to be crowned, Egypt could not go on without its living god to lead her, but now she stopped and thought about that. In the past, there would have been a royal nursery full of children or a brother or half-brother waiting in the wings to pick up the double crown when it fell. But her womb had only produced two stillborn daughters and when they had left Amarna after her mother had died, the last great queen Egypt had ever seen, it had only been herself and Tutankhamun.

In her childhood, when her father had died, it had been her elder brother Smenkhkare who has ascended to the throne. Tutankhamun was both a young child, younger than her who was the youngest of Nefertiti’s true children, and the son of a secondary wife. It was only after the crown had passed first to her elder brother, and then through more misfortune to her mother, that the crown finally rested upon Tut’s head. By then, everyone else was dead. Meritaten, Meketaten, Neferneferuaten, Setenpenre, all her sisters gone and without children to follow them.

Amarna was a city that was built by royalty and gradually whittled them down until a dynasty had only two small children left to carry on the bloodline.

So, who was the heir now?

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Ankhesenamun can’t sleep. The thoughts in her mind are keeping her awake well into Ra’s journey through the Duat. The more she thinks on who could hold the throne in her brother’s wake, the more she worries.

She has no son. She has no other brothers that she could marry like she had Tut. She has no nephews she could crown. No cousins she could marry.

There is only her. She is the last royal in this ancient bloodline that flowed through the founding of their land, who had built the pyramids, who had expelled the Hyksos from the delta and reunified Egypt. All that history, all that glory, and it ended with one infertile girl who had not even seen her twentieth summer. Such an inglorious end. Was this truly what the gods wanted? Had her father’s heresy offended them so much that even after her brother had restored them all that they would still cast their family down into dust?

Ankhesenamun paced from her elaborate bed to the open window where she could watch the moonlight dancing on the Nile. Below her all of Thebes stretched out and was silent in the darkness. The moonlight cast Karnak’s towering walls in eerie white. Beyond the river, was the secret pass that held the bodies of her ancestors. This was what she had inherited. This and the land which stretched beyond the mountains into the horizon until it met the great green of the sea was her’s by blood.

She could try to emulate her mother. The great Nefertiti had taken her husband’s crown when her only true son had died and placed it on her head. She was Neferneferuaten Nefertiti. The Lady of the Two Lands. Protector of Egypt. A true queen. A queen that Ankhesenamun could only aspire to be. What had she done in comparison to her mother’s greatness? Sat in a palace and went along with an advisor who had happily stabbed her father’s dreams in the back and produced two daughters who never drew breath.

But she could be, she thought.

But no, she could never be Queen Ankesenamun in her own right. Egypt was not ready for a queen. Her mother’s reign had been erased as quickly as it had ended, and she had heard no other women attempting such a thing. The king was the god Horus born on this land. There was no female falcon.

There is no one in Egypt who could even compare to her. Ankhesenamun is the daughter of a god, the sister of a god, the wife of a god. What mere mortal could ever hope to even touch her let alone share a marriage bed with her. No, she would not and could not marry an Egyptian. She needed someone who would have a bloodline perhaps not as exalted as her own, but someone who could at least claim to it. For that, she realised, she would only have one option.

From her window, she takes to the wooden desk. On it is piled kohl for her eyes, bright red stain for her lips, oils and perfumes for her hair and her body but she moves them all aside. Instead, she draws a piece of papyrus from where she keeps them ready to issue her royal whims and a pot of black ink and reed pen to write with.

This will also be a first in history, but it won’t be because she is placing the double crown on her own head. Instead, she will be betraying her ancestors by placing the crown on a foreigner’s head and letting him claim her as his wife.

May Amun, and Horus, and Iset…and the Aten of my father forgive me for this. It is the only way.

She dips her reed into the ink and makes the first character of what will be a monumental letter.

She has seventy days.

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It has been a full moon before she receives her answer. Her handmaiden presses a papyrus piece into her hand as she ascends her litter to be carried to Karnak. She intends to beg Osiris that her brother will not be judged for whatever sins their father may have committed against them. He had tried his best, her little brother, and he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She tucks the papyrus next to her breast and carries on her day as if nothing is amiss. If Ay knew what she had done, well, she thinks it wouldn’t matter if she was royal blood or not. She was now a traitor to Egypt and its people and traitors deserved not just death but the complete eradication of their ka. He has his own schemes, his zeal with which he plots her brother’s final journey is proof of that. The man is a snake and always watched the throne with want in his eyes.

As soon as she is alone, she unfurls the message and reads it eagerly.

Her message has been received, of that she is grateful, but the rest does nothing but enrage her.

Deceive them? Why would she? Did this foreign king, this Suppiluliuma, think she enjoyed her country’s enemies knowing of her shame? She could not do the one thing that was required of her as a queen and bear her brother-husband a living son. Did he perhaps enjoy her having to demean herself to him and beg his pardon to please send a son to her, as soon as possible, so he could have what his father and grandfathers never could? The urge to crumple the note and send it into the fire was great but she forced herself to still her hand.

He was sending a chamberlain. He wanted to know the truth of these things that she had sent him before he would do anything. Such an unprecedented thing, Ankhesenamun didn’t doubt that he suspected a trick or trap. No daughter of Egypt ever was sent to a foreign land.

She will accept this. The sooner this man of his reports that her words were true and returns to his master, the sooner she can make sure that Ay’s eyes are the only part of him on her brother’s throne.

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The response is even faster this time and Ankhesenamun suspects that it is because this chamberlain was the man who had delivered the message to her handmaiden. He had been and gone again probably by the time she had even read his master’s letter. Still, she is grateful at the swiftness because in only a fortnight’s time she must walk to the great valley and watch as they lay her brother in his tomb and seal it shut for all eternity.

Ay has not made his move yet and Ankhesenamun suspects it is because he isn’t aware of the enemy he eats dinner with each night. Instead, his eyes will be on Horemheb, her brother’s most celebrated general. He was away making war against Egypt’s enemies in the east and probably was not likely to return in time for her brother’s final journey. He was younger, more beloved, and more powerful with an army at his back than Ay could hope to be. Too bad that neither of them would sit the throne if her plans succeeded.

She doubted Horemheb would be any kinder to her if he was the one she had to thwart and not Ay. A military man had no stomach for political games or queens who wanted to ensure their bloodline. What he saw, he would take, and damn the consequences.

“I will send you a son. His name is Zannanza and he is the joy of my life. Make him King of Egypt and there will be a bond of eternal friendship and peace between our peoples. If I find you have played me false, then may the gods curse you for all time.”

Zannanza, she sounds the name over in her mind. A prince of the Hittite king was coming to her. The letter didn’t say when, but she hoped that her prince was already on his way otherwise it would be too late.

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The doors to her chamber are thrown open and a guard marches in and delivers her a bloody gift. A head. It is a man she doesn’t recognise but his mouth is opened in a last terrible scream. She screams and retreats from it like it is a cobra which has been placed before her. In her haste to get away, she trips over the hem of her dress and is sent sprawling to the tiled floor. Her handmaidens also scream and when they flee the guards let them by. From behind them, the figure of Ay emerges, looking down on her like she is but a child.

“You have been a very foolish girl.” Ay’s reprimanding voice makes her bare her teeth in anger at the vizier.

“What have you done? Do you know what you have done?” There is only one person that head could belong to. Only one reason that Ay was here chiding her like she was once more a small child caught stealing honey cakes and not his queen.

If you have played me false, then may the gods curse you for all time. The words his father had sent her to forewarn her of her prince’s coming echoed in her mind. What else could he see this as? She had asked for a prince intending to make him a king and instead she would be sending him a headless corpse.

“I have stopped you from delivering our land into the hands of its enemies.” Ay stated, unemotional and detached, as if he was commenting on the quality of linen “I have stopped the Hittites from using your grief as a reason for an invasion. I have saved Egypt.”

“You have cursed me!” she spits back at him, pushing herself to her feet “You have made me a liar and a murderer!”

“No, my dear, you have made yourself that.”

She goes to fly at him, intending to tear his tongue from his mouth with her own hands. She wonders how he will deny his sins before Osiris with no tongue to do it with. The guards are faster than she is, and she is roughly deposited on her silken bed. Normally, to touch the queen in such a manner would mean the removal of the offending hand but she is quite aware that she has no power here. She has been outmatched when she thought she had the upper hand. She wonders how Ay discovered her plot or who had been the one to tell him.

Seemingly to mock her further, or to impress how truly powerless she was, he walks to sit beside her on the bed. She immediately recoils as he reaches out and touches her shoulder. She would rather the lowliest beggar in Thebes touch her so than this man.

“Oh, my dear, your grief has made you senseless. Do not worry, I will keep you safe until you return to us. So much to lose the only family you have, it would drive even the strongest man mad.” Despite the sympathy in his voice, it is clear he is saying this as a performance. This is the story he will tell when asked about why a Hittite prince and his entourage were caught and killed on Egyptian soil. She must go along with this because he has proved himself the victor in this game.

“The Hittites will never forgive you.” Ankhesenamun warns him. If the next king to sit on Egypt’s throne is not Prince Zannanza of the Hittites, then his father will burn all Egypt in retribution. Ay has made sure that is a certainty.

He merely shrugs at that, as if the threat of their greatest enemy with an undying grudge is a minor concern at best. Perhaps he thinks he can lie and say it was a simple accident or that the prince was caught by some bandits on the Egyptian border. Whatever way he will attempt to spin this, Ankhesenamun is certain that it will be his doom and her’s alongside him. If it hadn’t been for her, Prince Zannanza would never have been in Egypt.

“I will never forgive you.” She adds.

“I do not want nor need your forgiveness. All I need is for you to walk beside me. Your father was my good friend, and I would hate to see any harm come to you for the sake of his memory. Your brother is dead, and Egypt needs a king. It is beneficial for us both.”

The thought of marrying Ay makes her want to vomit. He is old enough to be her grandfather. Her father would have never let him touch her, nor would her mother. To suggest he was doing this to honour her father was a mockery of his memory. Royalty did not lie with the common people. Their blood was special, pure, they were the descendants of gods. To become Ay’s queen and be forced to try and produce him an heir would pollute her dynasty for all time. No child of Ay’s would be a true king.

But what other choice did she have? Horemheb was out in the east, her only other hope of avoiding him lay dead with his severed head staring at her with unseeing eyes. There was no other choice.

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There are dancers, and singers, and women who wail and tear at their hair in grief for a boy they never knew. The nobles parade in a great train behind their young king, from great-gated Thebes all the way to the lonely valley that will house him forevermore. The sled which carries the golden coffin with her brother’s face is painted with scenes of the next world and is pulled by white mules in golden collars. A priest of Amun chants solemnly, burning incense and cinnamon to ward off any evil spirits who would attempt to interfere with Tutankhamun’s final journey.

And Ankhesenamun walks, Ay beside her in the double crown that proclaims him the new king.

If she had the tears for weeping, she would, but she had wept herself dry the previous night and the night before that one. She had wept every night since Ay had shattered her dreams of ruling the land of her ancestors with a foreign prince and leaving it all to a son of her own body.

When they arrive at the rock-cut doorway and steps leading down into the gloom of the earth, it is only herself, Ay, and the priest which follow her brother down into the dark. The walls are bare rock, roughly cut, and the rooms unpainted save for the final chamber. So much for Ay’s promise that her brother would know only splendour. She is sure the paint showing her brother facing Osiris is still wet. A pitiful excuse for a tomb even for a commoner, a disgrace for a king.

The coffin is opened and there is her brother. Bound head to foot in linen wrappings and ready to meet the gods and their ancestors in the Field of Reeds. She hopes his bark will take him swiftly through the sky and maybe he will sail it down the Nile and pick her up too and they can go together. The priest touches where his lips are covered to allow him to breathe again in the next world. Then they lay the golden lid down over him and he is lost to her. She can only lay a simple wreathe of lotus flowers on the head of her brother’s coffin and hopes that he knows that she will always love him.

She hopes he will forgive her.

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That night, she climbs onto the roof of the palace and looks up at the moon and stars. She wonders where her brother’s bark is amongst them. He will be soaring through the sky until he reaches the mountain on the western edge of the world and passes into the Duat.

When she jumps, she has every faith that her brother will reach out and pluck her up. Instead, she falls and falls.

And all is silent and still.

#tw: implied suicide #tw: mentions of incest #historical rpf #historical fiction #its not my fault that egyptian royals took inbreeding to the extreme #but guys maybe that's why your dynasty died #probably is #did they learn tho? #nope because nearly a millennia later we have the ptolomies #sigh #ancient egypt #ancient egypt fiction #tutankhamun #ankhesenamun

[immortaljackal]

The rise and fall of new gods is not something that has only occurred in modern times, as Thoth is often quick to point out, as the Egyptian Gods have had to face their own war against such an usurper once in the past themselves back during the Eighteenth Dynasty with the rise and fall of the Amarna heresy as the Aten tried to erase all other gods in Egypt.

Layla is quite familiar with the events of this war herself, however brief it might have been in the overall scale of time, having fought alongside her family despite her relative youth at barely a century and a half old at the time. If anything was learned during such time, it was her own loyalty to her family, as for millennia after, despite her general dislike of authority, she does acquiesce to her family's wishes when it comes to the politics between the Old Gods.

It is this very reason, with Wednesday's push for war with the New Gods, that Layla remains neutral in the matter. She does not take kindly to others - especially fellow demigods working on their parents' behalf - trying to sway her loyalties toward their cause. She is steadfast in her loyalty to the Egyptian gods, especially to Mr. Jacquel and Mr. Ibis, as well as those whom they consider their closest true allies.

Layla can occasionally be found spending time at the Ibis and Jacquel Funeral Parlor in Cairo, Illinois, assisting Mr. Jacquel with the weighing of hearts when needed, and occasionally helping both him and Mr. Ibis with the mortuary tasks as well.

The rest of the time, she is one of the more well-travelled members of the Egyptian pantheon, spending a lot of her time travelling America and further, so it is not uncommon to find her in a roadside dinner in the middle of nowhere, sampling their finest pies.

#mainverse || where are all the gods ( american gods ) #reality is frequently inaccurate ( headcanons ) #jackal's child ( layla jacquel ) #wicked & divine ( egyptian demigod ) #making wishes in the dark ( wishlist ) #//working on getting new blurbs up for the verses #//thus the posts like this #american gods rp

[alexsrandomramblings]

So whenever I watch Prince of Egypt, the analytical nerd part of my brain is always

"That's not accurate. That's not accurate. The wall image of the Aten overlooking the royal family would definitely never have existed in living memory of the Amarna Heresy, certainly not in King's Great House."

But than the rest of my brain gangs up on my nerd brain and tells it to shut up because it's such a good movie.

#alex rambles #prince of egypt

[junker-town]

Manny Margot holy **** what?!

Jayne Kamin-Oncea-USA TODAY Sports

The ALCS has gifted us an absolutely mind-blowing catch

A list of the enemies Manny Margot has recently overcome:

Gravity

The sun

Petco Park’s inconsiderate architects

The Houston Astros

Obviously, the most dangerous of these enemies — is gravity. Sure, the sun is powerful, but it’s only powerful because of gravity in the first place. Gravity’s grasp stretches across the whole damn universe, forming stars and planets and all sorts of exotic phenomena (look up magnetars sometime. You’re welcome). It also impinges significantly on baseball games.

The sun, meanwhile, is the king of the solar system, but you’d have to subscribe wholeheartedly to the Amarna heresy to deny that it can also pretty significantly mess with baseball games. It’s bright, it’s in the sky, obscuring fly balls with its obnoxious, blinding, life-giving light.

Petco Park’s designers, meanwhile, considered it appropriate to build a fairly low right field wall followed immediately by a six-foot or so drop onto what looks awfully like concrete. Normally this does not matter in baseball games, but it matters for Manny Margot.

The Houston Astros, meanwhile, are Margot’s most tangible enemies. The Astros are opposing Margot’s Tampa Bay Rays in the 2020 ALCS, standing between the Margot and the World Series. The specific enemy, in this case, is fellow outfielder George Springer, who hit a lazy fly ball into right field. And then this happened:

Wow pic.twitter.com/CtysnWGvQW

— Rob Friedman (@PitchingNinja) October 12, 2020

Gravity? Nah. The sun? Dealt with. The concrete-happy architects providing him with the least-comfortable landing possible? The ball stayed in the glove; their fiendish ploy has failed. The Houston Astros? They’re just going to have to be sad. The rest of us, meanwhile, get to watch this absurd catch on loop for days.

(Margot seems to be 100 percent ok, for anyone freaked out by that big drop.)