#hathor x horus

[theconjurervfx]

#gods of egypt #hathor #horus #hathor x horus #dark #mood #art #egyptian mythology #pop culture #popular #nikolaj coster waldau #elodie yung

[magicalbunbun]

Some drawings form last God au

#ennead manhwa #ennead #last god au #ennead x reader #seth #horus #anubis #hathor #bastet #god ra

[unladyboss]

A SYDCARMY KISS: TECHNIQUE

If they do have Sydney and Carmy kiss at all, it has to be different than the CARMY and CLAIRE kisses

Technique obviously has to be entirely different.

Both Sydney and Carmy have fire and passion in their personalities

I expect nothing less than a hungry, angry, needy, HUNGRY kiss

#kiss #the bear #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #carmy x syd #the bear fx #love #sydcarmy #richie jerimovich #jerimovich #sydrichie #slow burn #romance #relationship #carmy x claire #philip k dick #philip k. dick #time out of joint #hathor #horus carmy #Horus

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Not gonna lie I'm surprised there aren't any fanfics about Horus and Hathor Maat.

#you know #The Egyptian couple #Birb Horus x Beautiful Hathor #But 40k

[deitiesofduat]

[10] -- HATHOR

✦ TITLE: Lady Hathor -- The Goddess of Love and Beauty, Mining, Beer, and Dance

✦ SACRED ANIMAL: The Cow ✦ DIVINE WEAPON: Mirror Scepter ✦ NOTABLE EPITHETS: "Lady of the Offering; Mistress of the Stars; She Who Rejoices in The Horizon; Queen of the Dance" ✦ PROFILE: https://deitiesproject.com/portfolio/hathor/

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Lady Hathor is the daughter of Ra. Her sisters include Sekhmet, Mafdet, Serqet, and Bastet.

Hathor is a well-beloved goddess among both devotees and divinities, known for her warm nature and comforting presence. In addition to her musical talents and high mastery of healing magic, she holds a deep appreciation for various concepts of beauty and matters of the heart.

DEITIES x OC_TOBER -- Deity Profiles [Full Character Lineup]

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Another one of Ra's daughters to end the week off! I've only done a bit of development with Hathor, despite her popularity and wide influence in Egyptian mythology, but I adore her character thus far. Hopefully there will be more opportunity to let her shine in the project.

I feel like most of Hathor's fun facts have been scattered across different posts and askbox replies -- such as her singing talents; her relationship dynamic with her other sisters; Horus's long-held crush on her; and the fact that Hathor can easily drink everyone else under the table. So I'm not sure what more to offer at the moment, but that's what the askbox is for, if anyone wants to learn a bit more /o/

#// Speaking of the askbox; I'll return to answering more this weekend -- beginning tomorrow! Profiles will resume next monday #Hathor #Deities of Duat #DEITIES Project #DEITIES Profiles #The Daughters of Ra #characters #deities #design references #cow #horus x hathor #artwork #OC_tober #OC_tober 2022 #egyptian mythology #egyptian gods #mythology #kemetic #hetheru #hethert

[15pantheons]

Hathor: What were you thinking??? Horus: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic!  Hathor: You released OSTRICHES! 

#mythology #egyptian mythology #incorrect quotes #source: perchance generator #egyptian gods #egyptian goddess #hathor #horus #horus x hathor

[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Inside the Pyramid

Summary: (Y/N) and Marc meet the gods.

            Marc stepped through the doorway that had opened up before him and found himself standing on the inside of the Great Pyramid of Giza. The entire place was lined in stone, statues, and torches, giving it an air of mystery and power. This was undoubtedly a place of the gods.

            However, Marc’s attention didn’t follow the beauty of the pyramid. Instead, he zeroed in on the teenager standing in the corridor in front of him. (Y/N) was there, and they were alright. Unbidden, Marc felt himself relax.

            “Kid,” he said.

            (Y/N) turned and faced him. “Oh. Hi, Marc.”

            “Are you okay?” he asked, looking over them for wounds.

            (Y/N) nodded and shifted nervously. “Yeah. I’m sorry about leaving. I won’t do it again.”

            “It’s alright,” said Marc. He could’ve said more, could’ve apologized for scaring them, but even he wasn’t sure what had happened, so he said nothing.

            “Are you ready?” asked (Y/N), looking at the room in front of them.

            Marc sighed. “We’ll see.”

            They went forward and stepped down into the base of the pyramid. Seats for the members of the Ennead lined the basin, towering over the pair standing. Other doorways opened, and people filtered into the room. The first was a woman in a red-orange dress, and she approached when she saw Marc and (Y/N).

            “Khonshu’s theatrics are unparalleled,” she said. “Though we did not expect Ma’at’s involvement. You must be their Avatars.”

            “Hi. And who are you?” Marc went straight to the point, unsure about meeting other Avatars.

            “I’m Yatzil, Avatar of Hathor,” she said.

            “Alright,” said Marc. “Okay.” He clearly had no real clue who Hathor was.

            “Goddess of music and love?” offered Yatzil.

            “Cool,” said Marc.

            “Surely Khonshu mentioned her?” said Yatzil.

            “The gods aren’t really his favorite topic,” said Marc.

            “Not even when they’re old friends?” said Yatzil.

            Marc shook his head. “Sorry.”

            “It was not long ago that he enjoyed my music.”

            (Y/N) flinched as the new goddess’s voice joined the whispers they regularly heard.

            Yatzil chuckled. “She says it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor’s melodies.”

            “Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain,” said Marc. “And the only god he’s tolerating these days is Ma’at.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “They’re not really friendly, either.”

            Yatzil tilted her head. “So you really are Ma’at’s Avatar, then.”

            “Yes?” said (Y/N).

            “I had hoped it was a rumor when I heard you’d be here,” said Yatzil. She shook her head. “So young.”

            “What?” asked (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

            “Yatzil,” called another Avatar, taking his place at the head of the Ennead.

            “Coming.” Yatzil started walking towards her own seat. “Have Khonshu and Ma’at told you how this works?”

            “Not really,” said Marc.

            “Is there something we should know?” asked (Y/N).

            “I try not to fight it,” said Yatzil, ascending to her own spot. “It’s a strange sensation, but you’ll get used to it.” Her eyes lit up silver, and when she spoke next, it was not with her voice was Hathor’s. “In attendance, Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris, and Hathor.” Each of the Avatars’ eyes lit up as the gods inhabited them to speak. “To hear the accounts of Khonshu and Ma’at.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes lit up, and they felt Ma’at in their mind, ready to speak her piece.

            “You’ve been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “And Ma’at, to disappear from communication and to return with such a young Avatar…we had thought higher of you.”

            Am I…not supposed to be an Avatar? thought (Y/N).

            “To see you both engaged in such garishness…with masks and weapons…we despise it,” said Osiris. “Manipulate the sky again, and we will imprison you in stone.”

            “Spare me your self-righteous threats!” said Khonshu, speaking angrily through Marc. “I was banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you!”

            “We have not abandoned humanity,” said Horus. “They abandoned us.”

            “Of course they did. We serve as nothing but relics if we are not active in their world,” said Ma’at.

            (Y/N) shivered as she spoke through them. It was an odd sensation. They could hear bits of their own voice speaking, but it was like they were a ventriloquist’s dummy.

            “We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves,” said Horus. “Not like some of us.”

            “Avatars are not enough! We need the might of the gods,” said Khonshu. “Return from the opulence of the Overvoid before you lose this realm.”

            “For the last time, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “The Avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe.” His eyes went to (Y/N). “And speaking of Avatars…”

            (Y/N) had a bad feeling.

            “Ma’at. When you left the Overvoid and declared yourself to defending humanity with an Avatar, we did not anticipate you’d go against your own beliefs and choose such a young human,” said Osiris.

            “I chose an Avatar that had a heart of truth, the only right choice for what I uphold,” said Ma’at.

            “We do not choose such young Avatars,” said Isis. “It is forbidden due to the harm it could bring to them. I never thought you’d take advantage of such a young human.”

            Ma’at isn’t supposed to use me as an Avatar?

            (Y/N) felt something in their heart clench painfully. Being an Avatar was tough, isolating, and without their parents, they had no one. They had always thought helping Ma’at was worth it, being called upon by a higher power. But now they learned they weren’t supposed to be an Avatar. Ma’at, according to the other gods, had done something wrong by choosing them. According to them, she was taking advantage of them. (Y/N)’s heart twisted uncomfortably as that idea settled in their mind.

            “There is no human who could uphold what all the gods are supposed to stand for better than (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “I will not apologize for choosing the right Avatar.”

            “You are taking a child from their time of growth!” said Isis.

            “And you abandon children by staying in the Overvoid, oh goddess of motherhood,” said Ma’at.

            “Enough.” Osiris spoke with finality, and the two goddesses quieted.

            (Y/N) was growing to really dislike the discussion. They didn’t want so much attention on them, not when it was causing their mind to spin in a thousand anxious directions. It was too much for them to deal with.

            “No matter what Avatar you chose, we all long ago agreed to not meddle in the affairs of man,” said Osiris. “And you, Khonshu and Ma’at, have gone against that. We will decide our best course of action.”

            “Speak your purpose,” said Isis. “So that we may finish this.”

            “I call for judgement against Arthur Harrow,” said Khonshu.

            “The charges?” said Hathor.

            “Conspiracy to release Ammit!” said Khonshu.

            “That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “Ma’at, do you support these charges?”

            “Yes,” said Ma’at.

            Osiris nodded. “Let us summon the accused.”

            Wind whipped through the pyramid as another doorway opened up. Harrow, having expected this since the moon covered the sun, stepped through and into the Great Pyramid.

            (Y/N) was unsure about this. Harrow was a manipulative speaker, able to use the truth in ways that supported himself and avoiding the deeper truth of how he was hurting people. (Y/N) wasn’t sure Khonshu, righteous and angry, could keep up with the cunning wordcraft employed by Harrow.

            “So, I see by the presence of Khonshu’s current, makeshift Avatar and Ma’at’s poor, young Avatar, the purpose of our meeting must be nefarious,” said Harrow, instantly on a “kindly” offensive.

            “You know exactly why we are here,” said Khonshu.

            “I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice,” said Harrow. “But speak, old master, to the point.”

            “Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?” said Khonshu.

            “I was in the desert. But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile,” said Harrow.

            (Y/N) had called it. Harrow was speaking in half-truths, keeping his words from being truthful or false. He avoided plain words. (Y/N) detested people like that, who twisted everything instead of getting to the point.

            “Khonshu has searched for Ammit’s tomb since he ensared me into his service,” said Harrow.

            That was a true statement, unfortunately.

            “His vision is obscured by jealousy, paranoia, and his—”

            “He is a deceiver!” Khonshu’s voice boomed.

            Khonshu isn’t great, but he’s being truthful right now, thought (Y/N).

            “Do not trust the word of a shamed god,” said Harrow.

            “Then trust my word,” said Ma’at. “Athur Harrow wishes to release Ammit and call judgement upon the living before their time.”

            Harrow turned and smiled at the gods. “Are you sure you wish to listen to the words of a goddess who preyed on a naïve child at their darkest moment?”

            (Y/N)’s blood ran cold.

            “Ma’at took (Y/N) (L/N) as an Avatar moments after their parents died and they nearly did, as well. She claims to uphold justice and truth, yet she uses a teenager that she coerced out of fear into being her Avatar,” said Harrow. “How can we trust she is still upholding the values she claims to if she espouses justice yet manipulates so young a person?”

            No, no, stop! thought (Y/N).

            “Ma’at and Khonshu have lost their ways, and their Avatars are unwell, manipulated and used unjustly,” said Harrow plainly, catching the attention of all the gods in attention. He commanded the room. “This child is confused, afraid, unable to handle the role of Avatar because they are not meant for it—they have been forced into it. And this man literally does not know his own name. He has a marriage certificate under the name of Marc Spector—”

            “Liar!” cried Khonshu.

            “Do not speak on what you do not know!” hissed Ma’at, and (Y/N)’s mind burned as the goddess’s anger spoke through them at her choice in Avatar being challenged.

            “Employment records under the name of Steven Grant,” continued Harrow, knowing that provoking the gods to anger only helped his cause.

            “Stop!” Marc’s voice came through.

            “I’ve seen him speak to himself,” said Harrow.

            “Shut up!” It was more Marc’s voice than Khonshu’s.

            “Threaten himself.” Harrow chuckled. “I have no idea how many personalities he must possess. The man is clearly insane.”

            Marc snapped and threw a punch at Harrow. Osiris stood and raised a hand. Silver bands of light appeared around Marc’s wrist and pulled his hand back. He was forced to his knees, restrained.

            “We will not tolerate violence in this chamber,” declared Osiris.

            “It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man,” said Harrow. “Khonshu is taking advantage of him in the same way that he abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court. Take action now before it’s too late.”

            “Let us speak to Marc Spector,” said Horus.

            Marc was released from his bonds and caught himself. (Y/N) knelt beside him in concern, making sure he was alright.

            “Are you unwell?” asked Horus.

            Marc looked around and felt (Y/N)’s hand on his shoulder, steadying him as best they could. He nodded shakily. “I am. I am unwell. I need help…But that doesn’t change the fact that this man is…” He groaned and put his head down.

            “This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu,” said Hathor. Yatzil’s eyes were creased in concern. “For you both to speak if you are exploited by the gods you serve.”

            (Y/N) felt eyes on them, but they refused to look up. Their anxiety kept their voice in. They weren’t sure how they’d react if they met any of the Avatars’ eyes or heard the gods speak to them again.

            “This isn’t about our feelings! We’re not the ones on trial here. He is!” snapped Marc. He had seen (Y/N)’s expression turn nervous and felt something fierce well up within himself. “This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second!”

            “He has committed no offense,” said Osiris.

            “He has hurt people.” (Y/N) found their voice and looked around. “He speaks so he does not lie, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding his true intentions. I’ve seen him act; I’ve heard him speak. He serves Ammit and intends to release her. He has sentenced innocents to death and eternity frozen in the sands of the Duat for her. You must see he cannot be allowed to continue harming people!” They gazed intently at each of the Avatars, begging them and their gods to listen.

            “The child has been taken in by Ma’at. They believe they serve some form of truth higher than themself. She has ensured they believe all she says,” said Harrow, shaking his head.

            “This isn’t about Ma’at,” said (Y/N). “This is what I’ve seen, and I cannot lie. I speak the truth!”

            “He has committed no crime,” said Osiris, standing.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They weren’t listening.

            “This matter is concluded,” said Osiris with finality.

            The Avatars’ eyes glowed, and they were released from speaking for their deities. (Y/N) felt Ma’at leave their mind, and the pressure in their head lessened. Harrow nodded graciously and watched the Avatars pass through their doorways to return to their lives on noninterference. Then, Harrow turned and walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Marc behind with the burden of failure on their shoulders.

            “Marc?” asked (Y/N), kneeling beside him. “Are you alright?”

            “The gods…didn’t listen,” said Marc, glaring at the ground.

            “What are we going to do?” said (Y/N). “We were already out of leads…”

            “There is another way.”

            Marc and (Y/N) looked up. Yatzil stood in front of them. She motioned for them to follow her to a corridor to speak quietly. (Y/N) and Marc glanced at each other for a moment before following. They needed any help they could get.

            “You must listen to me carefully,” said Yatzil.

            “Yes. Yes,” said Marc, urging her to continue.

            “Ammit was buried in secret, the location hidden even from the gods,” explained Yatzil. “Ammit had many followers. I didn’t know who to trust.”

            “But someone had to know something,” said (Y/N).

            Yatzil nodded. “One man. A medjay named Senfu. He was tasked with recording the location of the tomb in case the gods ever changed their minds and decided to show mercy. Find Senfu’s sarcophagus, and you’ll find your tomb.”

            “Okay. How are we supposed to do that?” asked Marc.

            “His sarcophagus was stolen and sold on the black market,” said Yatzil. “You might want to start there.”

            “The black market?” murmured Marc.

            (Y/N) straightened. “I think I can help with that.”

            Marc looked at them. “You can?”

            “Remember? I’m a thief,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly. "I might recognize someone."

            Marc returned the smile.

            "Be safe,” said Yatzil to the two other Avatars. “I wish you luck. If what you say is true, we are in danger.”

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[tenicola]

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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#DEITIES Project #characters #deities #Deities of Duat #OC_tober #OC_tober 2022 #Osiris #Set #Isis #Nephthys #Horus #Anubis #Bastet #Sekhmet #Mafdet #Hathor #egyptian mythology #artwork #ref sheets #egyptian gods

[jungle-angel]

Outer Range x Camp Half Blood x Wizarding School Face Claims

Ok guys so the lovely @floydsmuse and I have been going back and forth about a crazy idea if the Abbott family ran a ranch that was a mix between Camp Half Blood and Hogwarts. For all you Yellowstone fans out there too, yes the Dutton gang is involved and helps with the running of the school. I couldn't help but think too that it's not just the Olympians that come to the school or have kids here, oh hell no!! We've got a ton who have come from across the globe, so check these out (lol, I apologize, I'm a giant mythology nerd so prepare yourselves for this weird ass thing). Some may or may not have taken on the role, so be forewarned (lol).

The Gods and Goddesses (Face Claims)

The Olympians

Zeus-Sean Bean

Hera-Jennifer Connelly

Demeter-Erica Cerra

Hestia- Melina Kanakaredes

Poseidon-Kevin McKidd

Hades-Clive Standen

Athena-Brie Larsson

Aphrodite-Natalie Dormer

Hephaestus-Alex O'Laughlin

Ares-Wyatt Nash

Apollo-Chris Evans

Artemis-Rose McIver

Hermes-Jake Picking

Dionysus-Diego Luna

The Egyptians

Isis-Gal Gadot

Hathor- Naomi Scott

Osiris-Mido Hamada

Anubis-Markus Hamilton

Horus- Mena Massoud

Ptah-Charlie Rawes

The Orishas (Nigeria)

Yemaya-Angela Basset

Shango-Winston Duke

Obatala-Idris Elba

Oya-Ayo Edebiri

Aja-Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Ochosi- Daniel Kaluuya

Oshun-Lupita Nyongo

Eshu Elegba- Denzel Whittaker

Ogun-Jeremy Sample

The Mayas, Aztecs and Incas (DO NOT ASK ME TO PRONOUNCE ANY OF THESE, lol)

Ixtlilton-Danny Ramirez

Ix Chel-Salma Hayek

Chicomecoatl-Gina Rodriguez

Quetzalcoatl-Oscar Issac

Inti- Christian Meier

Mama Killa-Magalay Solier

Mama Qocha-Claudia Llosa

The Celts and the Norse

Brigid-Jesse Buckley

Thor-Chris Hemsworth

Loki-Tom Hiddelston

Hel-Katie McGrath

Cerridwen-Eve Hewson

Neith-Jaime Dornan

Odin-Anthony Hopkins

Frigga-Rene Russo

Freya-Whitney Hoy

Freyr-Domnhall Gleeson

Gods and Goddesses of Asia

Kali-Zoe Saldana

Saraswati-Ashwariya Rai

Lakshmi-Lara Dutta

Guan Yu-Daniel Day Kim

Mazu-Gemma Chan

Uzume-Awkwafina

Mayari-Angel Locsin

Xiwangmu-Michelle Yeoh

The Jade Emperor-Ken Wattanabe

Zhurong (Chong Li)-Harry Shum Jr.

Native American and Polynesian

Kamohoaliʻi-Jason Momoa

Maui-Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Hi'iaka-Lindsay Watson

Pele-Mapuana Makia

Spider Grandmother (Navajo)-Lily Gladstone

Sena (Inuit)-Anna Lambe

Grandfather-Wes Studi

Grandmother-Tantoo Cardinal

Tó Neinilii-Dallas Goldtooth

Disclaimer: THIS IS ONLY FOR THE STORY. NO DISRESPECT IS INTENDED AT ALL!!!!!!

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range x camp half blood au

[magicalbunbun]

Horus and hathor Relationship in lost God au

They love each other very much,

In Ennead horus doesn't love hathor but in lost God au horus is a simp for her.

#horus x hathor #ennead x reader #lost god au #ennead horus #ennead hathor #ennead

[unladyboss]

STALLING FOR TIME WITH SYDNEY

In season 2 episode 1 when Syd and Carmy were getting ready to leave, I do believe I have never seen a guy take sooo long to get his coat on, and go.

First he makes sure Nat is gone

By picking imaginary lint off his coat

Just stands there picking

Then he puts his coat on like it's the most difficult thing he's ever done

How many times did he look at the wall?

Or just stare at his closed locker?

CARMY, the easiest thing would have been to ask her to go 'grab dinner up the street' or something

She obviously waited as long as she could before it got too awkward. But I'm thinking he was happy just to get that couple extra minutes with her

#the bear #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #carmy x syd #love #sydcarmy #slow burn #romance #relationship #carmy x claire #time out of joint #philip k dick #philip k. dick #ceres #horus #isis goddess #hathor

[godsofhumanity]

Hathor: I like strong,serious and brave men

Hathor: and Horus is so sweet and fluffy for me

Hathor: I want him

Hathor: Bitches better not take my cute falcon boy!!!!!

I like to think Hathor is maybe into both!!!

lol ok my take on Hathor and Horus is that. since Hathor is Ra’s daughter, i like the idea that she was created by Ra and “born” already a woman. like, Hathor was never a child, a baby- she was made fully formed. this makes sense to me because, according to tradition, Hathor was Ra’s wife, mother, and daughter simultaneously- it sounds weird but symbolically highlights how important Hathor was as a part of Ra’s entourage. i’ve never been able to nail down exactly which aspect of “wife/mother/daughter” Hathor falls under, but personally, i like the ambiguity of it. i don’t think anyone really knows or understands it, but it’s not really important in the scheme of things— what is important is understanding how precious Hathor is to Ra and why she’s so valuable as a protector and nurturer of kings.

ANYWAYS. why am i saying this? well i think, in comparison to Horus, Ra’s definitely wayyyy stronger and cooler and handsomer than Horus. like in any and every category, i think Ra wins. he’s an ancient being, creator king, prince of the Sun.. Horus is just.. some falcon chick fighting for the throne. so i don’t think Hathor is really that blown away by Horus.. she’s seen better. i think what makes Hathor x Horus cute is that she just likes Horus because he’s Horus. it has nothing to do with ancestry or power or wealth. Horus is simply just the guy for Hathor <3

tl;dr — i think u r right Anon 😎

#i hope that made sense. i’m sleepy 😴 so sorry if it doesn’t #anon #anonymous #asks

[deitiesofduat]

[07] -- BASTET

✦ TITLE: Lady Bastet -- The Goddess of Joy, Music, and Dance

✦ SACRED ANIMAL: The Cat ✦ DIVINE WEAPON: Sistrum ✦ NOTABLE EPITHETS: "Lady of the Rising Sun; Mistress of Splendor; Who Fills the Palace with Joy; She Who Dispels Darkness" ✦ PROFILE: https://deitiesproject.com/portfolio/bastet/

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Lady Bastet is the youngest daughter of Ra. Her sisters include Sekhmet, Mafdet, Hathor, and Serqet.

The feline goddess Bastet is well-known throughout the pantheon for her energetic and friendly demeanor. Much like her sacred animal, she is naturally curious and perceptive, and her divine connection to music and dance keeps her light on her feet and eager for fun.

DEITIES x OC_TOBER -- Deity Profiles [Full Character Lineup]

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How fortunate for Bastet to be lucky number 7 of this DEITIES OC_Tober run! She'll also start off the run count of Ra's daughters -- expect the rest of her sisters within the next few profiles /o/

Bastet may not be part of the major trio of DEITIES's main storyline, but she helps form a secondary trio of the youngest gods with Anubis and Horus. Bastet's also become something of a mascot deity for the project, alongside the familiar Setspawn and Ba mascots that float around the blog updates and promotion banners...

(the Ko-fi page is here BTW -- no need to donate anything, I just rly liked this banner artwork of Bastet and the other mascots haha)

As one more fun fact, for anyone wondering why Bastet is a solid-colored brown cat and not -- say -- an appropriately-themed Egyptian Mau, the reasons are twofold: (1) The Havana Brown is one of my favorite cat breeds, visually, and I loosely based her design off this breed; and (2) I didn't want to commit to drawing all of the Mau's spots every time I drew Bastet's cat form, especially for any comic panels... 😂

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“Shut Up and Dance” is a Hathor x Horus song, in this essay I will—

#I feel like Horus would be the kind of god who would take everything really really seriously #Cause you know his entire childhood was focused on one day taking the throne and avenging his father #And Hathor meanwhile is literally the joy and party goddess #I like to imagine that they met sometime during that really long court case/military conflict between Horus and Set #And that was the first time that Horus realized it was possible to just have fun in the moment #instead of always planning for some glorious future #egyptian mythology #hathor #horus #heru #hut heru #ancient egypt stuff #ava has thoughts

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cherry

marc spector x female!reader

summary: marc made you a promise during your most recent encounter. one that he intends to keep, no matter where you two are.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* a couple people asked for a part two to my most recent fic, ‘it’s worth it, it’s divine’ and of course, after I got this idea, I had to. this fic can also be read on its own, you don’t need to read the other one to really know what’s happening (although both have smut and we’re all thirsty bitches so)

warnings: +18 content, like this, is pure porn, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, oral sex (f receiving) honestly that’s all this fic is, fingering, size kink, lots of dirty talk, marc calls reader ‘baby’ again cause that’s his new brand, body worship, public sex, mentions of sexual acts from the other fic, more canon divergence

word count: 3k

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“Fuck, Marc, just—oh my go—“

A large hand places itself over your mouth, robbing your body of any breadth.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you baby?”

You shake your head aggressively, feeling him smile against your core.

“Good.”

Then, for the second time in ten minutes, Marc gives his full attention to you, and goes back to what he was doing…

Eating you out in the hallway.

A sudden nudge of his nose makes you gasp, though it’s stunted as you bite your lip, nearly drawing blood. Your mouth is already raw from his earlier assault, but he’ll stop if you make any more noise. So all you can do is hold on.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It hadn’t even been a full week since you last saw him. Since you two had sex against Hathor’s statue and you rode him until you both came beneath the glittery night sky; since you had the most mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You hadn’t seen him since neither of you really interacted with each other outside of the pyramids. But today was yet another impromptu Council meeting.

This time, apparently, it was because of Khonshu’s doing. Khonshu wanted to talk, which meant that Marc was going to be there, standing before all of you as though the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out a couple nights before.

Not that he was subtle anyway.

Hathor, of course, found it to be incredibly amusing. So much so, that she wouldn’t stop talking your ear off as Marc’s eyes and devilish smirk consistently found yours during the briefing.

It’s not that you were ashamed. Not at all. Fuck, if you could’ve, you would brag about that entire night to everyone you knew.

Everyone except the Ennead.

Because you’re positive Horus would be less than pleased to hear that Hathor’s avatar got dicked down in the main room, much less by the avatar of the god they hated the most.

So you kept quiet and averted Marc’s gaze as much as possible. But your lack of reciprocation did nothing to quell him. In fact, it only seemed to egg him on more. Making the entire meeting incredibly difficult to sit through.

You could feel his stare on you the entire time, even when Isis and Osiris took turns berating him. Even when Khonshu spoke through him, somehow his gaze never left yours. It was this feeling that limited your involvement in the conversation. Luckily Hathor didn’t try to make you talk, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to. You wouldn’t be able to speak to him without thinking of the look on his face as you sat on his cock. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way you screamed his name and begged him to let you cum.

So you kept your eyes to the ground, trying to both tune out the goddess's comments and the meeting at play to the best of your ability.

And then the Council was dismissed. Horus hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were out of your chair and heading for the hallway.

Why are we walking so fast? Don’t you wanna say hi to your friend?

Hathor’s voice was playful as she thudded behind you, laughing to herself as she went on and on about Marc.

You’re the only person I know who runs from someone who gave them a mind-blowing orgasm, ya know, is what she said to you.

You never responded to her, far too focused on navigating the halls as quickly as possible until you were free.

But then he cut you off.

And so here you were: your head thrown against the wall with Marc’s face stuffed between your thighs and that familiar tightening sensation returning like a blazing fire.

“Marc…” you call out to him. He chuckles, misinterpreting it as a moan. You move your hips against him (ignoring the twinge of pleasure that radiates down your legs), to get him off of you so that way you can reason with him.

You need to tell him that you want him. So fucking bad. But you can’t have him here. Especially with the other avatars still congregating in the next room.

“Marc, honey.” With a huff, Marc stands up straight, face and chest incredibly close to yours. The air around the two of you grows thin, and suddenly, you feel light-headed. “The other avatars, they’re still here. We can’t—you can’t…”

His hand tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear before settling his palm on the side of your cheek. “Baby, I’m sure they’ve done much worse things.” He leans down, nipping and suckling at the hollow of your throat. “Besides, they won’t know if you don’t make any noise. I made you a promise…” A finger comes up to your lips and separates them; the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “And I am a man of my word. Now…can I go back to my meal? I promise to make you feel just as good as last time, baby.”

You whimper along with a barely-there nod; body involuntarily folding into his. He grins. “Wonderful.”

And with that, he falls to his knees again, yanking your shorts and underwear down from your knees to your ankles. He holds them until you step out of them, before neatly folding the garment beside you.

He starts just underneath your breasts, leaving scorching kisses through the fabric of your t-shirt as his hands run up and down your bare legs. They leave goosebumps in their wake as he slowly edges to where you want—need—him most. He descends down to your cunt, nudging his nose into every curve, slowly mouthing at your hip. His palm splays across the expanse of your thigh, kneading the flesh there.

He’s slow this time around. His desire is not as rushed or hungry. There’s a different sort of passion to his actions.

Puffs of his hot breath hit your pussy, until he’s widening the space between your thighs and kissing you right at the junction of your left thigh.

“Mhmm, missed you.” He mumbles to himself before moving in. His lips wrap around your clit, slowly massaging the little bundle of nerves until every one of them has been turned on. He hums at his own ministrations, and the vibration stings the base of your spine. He toys with you, the ashes he left in his wake a couple days ago reigniting in an instant.

Your hand shoots to his scalp, fingers carding through his hair mindlessly. A feeble attempt to make yourself busy as his mouth does its work.

All thought of the Ennead walking in on this leaves you as he laps at your dripping arousal. He acts like a man on death row like you’re his final meal and he’s going to enjoy it in every way he can. He’s messy; all tongue and teeth and feather-light kisses that make your bones shake. His shoulders hold your body in place against the wall as his head dips and moves in the low glow of the hallway light. You’re nearly off the floor; only his body, and your tiptoes supporting you, as he pulls your hips forward to meet his mouth.

The noises are obscene. A mix of grumbles, hums, and breathy moans echo around you until all you can hear is the sound of him enjoying the taste of you.

He promised you last time that the second time you came was going to be on his face. And with the way the pleasure sears through you, you guarantee that he’s going to get what he wants.

Your back arches into him as your grip on his hair tightens. You feel the way he tries to calm himself down at that. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Another swirl of his tongue. “So. Good… Can tell you’re close.”

You sigh, head lolling to the end of the hallway. You can hear the faint voices of the avatars—still present and chatting as you are being brought to an impending orgasm. It’s an interesting contrast; knowing that they are blissfully unaware of how Khonshu’s avatar has been bringing you to your climax for the second time in this fucking pyramid.

You do your best to be quiet; to keep your sounds to a minimum so as to not alert them. But then his tongue flicks your hole before it slips in and you're slapping your free palm against your mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut as your hips gyrate at a much faster speed. “Marc…” you whisper, freeing your face of your hand as a particularly loud moan tickles the back of your throat. You hold it there. Desperately trying to keep your release under control. Except he makes it so very strenuous.

Because he’s dangling you over the edge. So close, that just one more stray movement would have you tumbling over the cliff, a mess of sweat and cries as you fuck his face.

“You’re holding back, baby. C’mon. Cum on my face. Wanna taste you for real.” You let out a low grunt at his words. He can still feel you holding your orgasm in, which seems to only frustrate him. And it’s that action alone that makes his hands tighten around your hips as his tongue moves in you faster. A desire to toss you over the cliff and watch as you unravel.

The feeling is all-consuming. You need to cum. So, so badly. But you won’t. You can’t. They’ll absolutely hear you if you do.

But then you feel his hips against the lower part of your leg and you realize he’s grinding himself on you. Marc dry-humps your bare leg, loudly groaning at the friction of his jeans and your trembling body. He’s getting himself off as he eats you out, and it’s that thought that has you crashing.

Your jaw falls slack, movements coming to a halt as you hold him against you. You white-knuckle the fist full of curls as you quiver beneath the weight of his body. Thankfully, no noise escapes you. Just the occasional squeak as your mouth stays open in a silent moan. You came on his face; the same way in which he promised you; the same way in which he wanted.

But he keeps at his pace. Keeps licking and sucking at you, even after your high has gone.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “That was good. You’re so good for me.” He bites at the curve of your hip bone, before soothingly licking at it. “But I think you can do better. Think you can be louder. What do you say hmm?” You squint at him through half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. “Think you can give me a couple more?”

“Couple more?!” Your voice shrieks, the sudden attention of what he’s demanding rattling around your brain. And then you realize how loud you were, and you practically melt into the wall out of embarrassment.

You let out a loud sigh. “Fuck, Marc. Someone’s—you kept your promise. Please. You—you made me feel good, please. I promise.“

He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he shakes his head. “No. No, I don’t think I did. I think…” he palms you then, the heel of his hand pressing deeply into you. “I think I need to make sure that you feel good.”

His fingers tease your throbbing entrance mercilessly as he awaits a response. Though you come up with nothing as you rack your brain for something. Anything. Part of you knows the dangers of you getting in trouble by a far-too-curious Council member, and wants to protest Marc’s efforts. But the other part of you—the part that is still incredibly turned on by the way he pats your folds like an instrument—knows you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to pull every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from you.

And that’s when you make your decision.

Looking down at him, you inhale deeply, hoping it’ll give you as much confidence as possible. “Give it to me. However many you can just—please…fuck me, Marc. Fuck me.”

He’s stoic for a moment. A brief flicker of shock until his face contorts into a wide grin. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think I can stop if we get goin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bring your hand to the back of his head, eagerly pushing him into you. “I want to cum on your face.”

“…God, I thought you’d never ask.”

Figuratively and literally, he dives back into you. Your lips are swollen and puffy and you’re nearly numb as he continues to eat you out. There’s hardly any build-up this time. Instead, he’s just licking everything, everywhere until you can hear your wetness. It’s dirty—fucking filthy as his head bobs between your thighs.

The stimulation is blinding; boiling beneath your skin to the point where your heartbeat feels like it’s coming from your throbbing pussy. He paws at you, desperate to taste every inch of you. Desperate to hear every sound possible come from you. He flattens his tongue; swirls it around your aching bud, nips, sucks, and shoves it back into your entrance. He falls into a rhythm; a mix-up of different actions that make you want to cry. “Fucking shit, Marc. More, please. Wanna’ cum.”

He doesn’t stop; determined to know every single thing about you. Inside and out. To memorize the way you cum. To know the way you feel tightening around every part of him. To have your thighs shake around his head; to have you gush on his tongue. He continues his pattern, ever-so-slightly increasing his speed with the pitch of your moans. “Fuck, fuck. Marc, I’m—holy shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna—I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You nearly fall off the wall into him as your orgasm rips through you. You scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. You’re gasping in between each wave; each ebb and flow of your release affects a different part of your body until you fall limp and your grip on his body ceases.

Immediately—as though the man doesn’t need to breathe—he’s standing up, body fully engulfing you as he breathes into your neck. He’s huge (you know he is, every part of him). And the fact that your body seems so small in comparison to his, makes you wet all over again. “Want one more, baby. Think you can do that?”

You don’t respond. Simply, you just crash your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his tongue as it explores everything it can. The act is filthy; painfully sexy as you groan through flash images and reminiscent feelings. Somehow you can’t get enough. Your body feels like it’s floating. It’s nearly in complete ecstasy. But you know have another one in you. You’re not fully satisfied. You can feel the desperation for one more release deep in your bones.

You just need one more.

You don’t speak, at least you don’t think you do. You don’t voice your desires into existence. But regardless, Marc knows. Because then he’s dragging two fingers through your slit, collecting your cum before dipping the digits into your aching hole. Your chest heaves almost instantly. Your body opens itself up to him, fully allowing itself to feel everything. To feel the building of your third orgasm.

Fuck, just one more…

He pumps his fingers a couple times inside you before curling them near your cervix, mimicking a come-hither motion. You moan into his mouth, his throat eager to swallow every little sound you make.

“God, baby, just like that.” Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head at this point as he uses his thumb to stroke you while his other fingers pump in and out. In and out.

“That feel good, honey?” He ponders, feigning innocence. You can tell he’s watching the way his fingers fully sheathe themselves in your pussy. The way they disappear, then reappear covered in the remnants of your orgasm and the perpetual arousal; the beginnings of your third climax. And fuck you’re almost there. You’re so stimulated, so fucking horny that he’s already brought you there. You’ve started to ride his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, until you’re sore and bedridden and can’t think about anything other than how hard he makes you cum.

“Fuck.” He growls into your neck. “Gonna cum again, baby?”

You nod, grinding down onto his fingers as quickly as your aching body can muster. The sounds of his wrist slapping against your mound drive you mad; crazy for the way they move inside you. You can feel the bend of his knuckles and the base of his fingers where they meet his palm. They curl and glide with ease as he rubs you in just the right way. His actions are fast. So frenzied and erotic. So deliciously hot that you can’t tell the difference between the heavy pounding of his fingers or the growing knot right above your pussy.

“Harder,” you cry. “Fuck, Marc, don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes, baby. Wanna watch you.”

Willing yourself to open them, your fingers go down to his hand buried between your folds. You grab it, feeling the way the muscles flex and ripple beneath the skin as they move with you. Gasping, you arch into his chest, maintaining eye contact as you watch his pupils dilate.

And then the coil breaks. It’s a hard snap that renders the lower half of your body completely devoid of any feeling. Whining, you shove your head into his neck, biting his shoulder as your vision goes blurry. Your climax is hard and goes away just as quickly as it came. Yet your body still shudders. Your contentment lives in the afterglow of your euphoria and allows you to move slowly against his hand until you come back down from space.

Marc presses kiss after kiss—all gentle and loving—into your hair. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching pussy, but he doesn’t move them either. Just keeps them there for a moment as he breathes in your scent.

“My turn.”

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