#Egyptian Pantheon

[actiwitch]

pop-culture tags to block as a pagan

(not that anything is inherently wrong with these fandoms!!!! this is just to avoid seeing these fandom's content under searches and tags about your gods if you so choose)

HELLENIC:

#lore olympus / #rachel smyth / #lo / #lo hades / #lo persephone / #lo apollo / #lo artemis / #lo demeter / #hadestown / #hadestown fanart / #hadestown the musical / #the sandman / #the sandman netflix / #dc / #morpheus x reader / #stray gods / #percy jackson / #pjo

NORSE:

#mcu / #marvel / #marvel cinematic universe / #marvel studios / #mcu loki / #loki mcu / #mcu thor / #thor mcu / #loki x reader / #thor x reader / #loki x thor / #thorki / #lokius / #loki series / #tom hiddleston / #god of war / #gow

EGYPTIAN:

#ennead manhwa / #seth ennead / #ennead seth / #ennead fanart / #seven seas entertainment

GENERAL/MISC/OTHER:

#record of ragnarok / #ror / #snv / #shuumatsu no valkyrie / #yaoi / #bl / #boy love

let me know any additions below! this is certainly not comprehensive.

[quantumbody]

[hermo-dactylus]

WIP Bast statue!

She's in sort of rough shape still but I'm smoothing the rough edges!!

[wellthebardsdead]

Whenever someone asks my friend how good they are in the bedroom she says “I give head like Isis.” And if they ask what she means, which they always do. She says “I’ll blow you so good you’ll think you’ve died and came back to life.” Which if you know how isis brought Osiris back to life, is hilarious.

She’s a history major.

[homeybadger]

Forgotten?

Summary: Despite all your research- one question weighs on your mind. You finally decide to do something about it.

Warning(s): Thoughts of a Existential/Religious nature, mainly dealing with the Egyptian Pantheon. Possibly ooc characters. One swear word.

Note(s): The reader can see/hear Khonshu- and I set this up for a part two. This is just a collection of musings I had while thinking about the Moon Knight universe. As of right now, all the knowledge I have of the characters/dynamics comes from the show and a few videos on YouTube.

Was it even possible for a god to get lonely?

You discovered yourself asking this question in your subconscious more and more frequently these days. The deeper you researched, the more texts you uncovered, the more you pestered Steven and Marc and Jake- the further the question burrowed itself into your mind’s eye.

After arriving back from Egypt, your friends wasted no time before telling you all about how amazing everything was. Well- Steven normally gushed about the architecture and overall history of everything, while Marc and Jake were simply happy that Steven was happy. You couldn't blame them, it was obvious they all collected some sort of trauma from their time there, one way or another.

You hadn't even tossed a thought in Khonshu's general direction for weeks, far too occupied with ensuring your friends enjoyed their downtime after such a hectic adventure. Layla and you eventually agreed to rotations while visiting the boys' flat, allowing everyone to spend time together separately. Your arraignments also gave Layla enough space to figure out her new position as an avatar, and some time for Marc, Steven, and Jake to get to know each other. It wasn't until your third week of hanging out with them that you noticed how quiet Khonshu was being.

You'd figured, at the very least, Khonshu would've interjected information throughout Steven's historical monologues. When nothing of the sort occurred, you internally reasoned with yourself that maybe Steven and Khonshu worked something out. So, you turned to Marc and Jake, tossing in questions here and there about what they thought about Egypt and its history. When you noticed Khonshu leave the area, your curiosity rose further. That again, however, much like before, could be simply explained by something you weren't privy to. Maybe he was called away for some deity responsibilities? Or he was interested in doing something else? Maybe he was simply bored?

But then it happened again. Then again, and again. And again.

At this point, Khonshu was leaving even when you simply turned something on the TV about Egypt. A history channel documentary for Steven? Gone. Music for Layla, or simply some background noise? Gone. A video to teach yourself about hieroglyphs? Gone. Discussing Ammit, or her old cult, with Marc or Jake? Gone. Asking Layla about Taweret and their relationship? Gone. Researching about the various Egyptian deities you now knew existed? He was gone significantly faster.

It took the last instance for the puzzle pieces to finally slot together in your mind. The click moment wasn't nearly as satisfying as you'd hoped.

Khonshu was a god. He still is a god. He was openly worshiped- culturally and personally- for nearly 3,000 years at the very least. He received countless prayers, offerings, songs, writings and more from his followers throughout time. Feasts and festivals, holidays and rituals, all in his name. He had hundreds and thousands of people talking to him, about him, with him. There were hieroglyphs and statues etched into stone, religious texts and prayers that survived the aging of time, massive temples created in his name. He used to be able to interact with the other deities as well, others who could connect to and understand his experiences. Now what did he get? Only five people in Europe who knew of his existence?

A desperately far cry from the droves of interactions he used to have.

You could bet that actually going to Egypt, witnessing the statues and pyramids and hieroglyphs, he was curtly reminded of what he no longer had. And fighting with the other gods- especially getting locked away by the Ennead- certainly didn't ease his pain. He was almost forgotten at this point. That would hurt anyone, but unlike you, Khonshu couldn't find a therapist or rant to a friend. Harrow confirmed your suspicions in the beginning- Khonshu went through his days unseen and unheard by almost everyone.

The key word being almost. You weren't completely certain on how to help, but you were determined to try. There was no way you were breaching that conversation with anyone, so you decided to just start small. You branched off from Steven's grocery shopping list one night to grab some nuts and dried fruit- along with some scented candles.

Your head swirled with clashing emotions as you made your way inside of the flat. You ran the risk of angering a deity, or someone finding out and accusing you of trying to gain some kind of favor. That conversation could lead to-

You gently shook your head in an attempt to derail that train of thought. They were all your friends, if anything it would simply be awkward for a few days until everything blew over. Layla swung open the front door moments later, card game in hand, and your worries were forgotten for the night.

The next day, you started out with simply lighting the candles to gauge Khonshu's reactions. You weren't certain what exactly his "tell" would be, but you knew you'd know when he liked something. But, after weeks of swapping through various scents- even going back to the store to get some more- you swore you had to have missed it.

You progressed further, adding some dried fruit or nuts in a small bowl by the candle. Still, nothing. Khonshu still seemed to be silently sulking, but you pressed on. You tried saying the phrase, "This is for you, Khonshu.", either in your head or as a whisper. You tried food without the candle. You read about him and the other deities and further studied the hieroglyphs. You baked bread, went star gazing, thanked him whenever the boys made it home safely, and eventually started praying to him. Hell, you even asked him to play a card game with you at one point. Nothing seemed to help as drastically as you assumed.

But you did notice that Khonshu was beginning to seem somehow nicer, gentler even, if you dared to say it. He slowly began to become more involved in game nights, joking alongside Taweret. He'd point out constellations on clear nights, and you swore you caught him sneaking bread with Marc. The boys even noticed the change in his demeanor, Steven mentioning his lack of "worm" comments recently.

In turn, you discovered yourself actually enjoying the activities you tried out. Your friends actually began participating too. Steven and Layla would spend hours teaching you about Egypt, Marc would sneak into the kitchen to eat your baked goods, and Jake would lie awake with you to watch the stars. Although you didn't tell anyone why you started these hobbies in the first place, they somehow stuck in your everyday life.

You didn't realize how much it truly mattered, until you noticed someone following you home one night.

[servantofthegodss]

Dua Wadjet, Wep Tawy 🙏

Praise Wadjet, the one who delimits the Lands

Praise thee, Great of Magic

Praise the Protector of Horus

Praise the Noble Serpent who flowed forth from the Eye

[rosepaint81]

[devil-in-the-details-ay]

16

Yara touched a nerve insinuating that Astaroth would look for a loophole to get out of their marriage, will that finally get her talking or will it get worse?

“Asti, please, don’t....I...I don’t know how to handle this…I’m scared..” Finally she admitted it, a bit muffled since his finger hadn't moved. One tear making a slow trek down her cheek.  She’d been afraid of losing him before, but now it was utter terror.  She was messing up and now she’d gone and made him mad.

From shushing her, as he saw that his words had finally broken through the wall she’d put up and getting her to say what was wrong, to cupping her cheek and wiping her tear with his thumb, Astaroth’s expression and voice instantly softened.  “Of?”  He thanked whatever deity had helped  him this time silently, and also the Fates. 

“These women are confident and seductive, goddesses and succubi. I'm a mess, in all ways.  The woman you were talking to today annoyed you, but what about next time?  What if your mind changes about wanting this to work? What if you no longer want me?” her voice dropped in volume and was strained for her next words, “just like everyone else has in my life?”  Her voice trembled and cracked, her whole body began to tremble, and more tears escaped the confines of her eyes where she'd been trying to hold them in making small rivers as they traversed her cheeks.

Now it was Astaroth’s turn to sit mute and consider his response, consider it very carefully.   He wished for something stronger than the demon's brew he had, which he finished in one swallow now, to give him a moment to think of something to say.  Some day he was going to kill Lucifer, but he was going to do it excruciatingly slowly and painfully. There was no reason his wife should suffer like this, doubt what he’d said, what he’d vowed.

“Darling, this is not the place for this conversation.” In an instant they were back in the cabin on the beach, on the couch. Yara’s flowers from earlier were in a vase on the table.  “Now, this is better.” He sighed and tightened his hold on her hand slightly.  “Yara, I don't know how many ways I can say the same thing till you understand. I thought we had agreed, that you understood.”  He now knew what the problem was but he had no idea how to fix it. “Together.  We’re going to do this, TOGETHER.  Always. No other way.  No one else.  You and me.  What happened in the past with anyone else is irrelevant. I can’t undo who I have been with.  From now on, there is only you.  We are TOGETHER.  I vow it to the Primus Sator.”  He knew what he’d just done, and hoped she would not make him regret it.

Now her tears flowed and she tried to pull away, to flee like she always did. She wanted to hide till the hurt in her chest was gone.  The problem was, he wouldn't let her.  His grip on her hand was tight, and he was holding her face with his other hand. She was trapped.  Trapped with someone who just like her father, her brothers, her mother, any friends, and every lover, would throw her away when he no longer had a use for her. Trapped with someone that she didn't want to lose.  Trapped with someone who was starting to mean something to her.  Trapped with someone who...had just made a vow that hadn’t sunk in yet.

“Everyone leaves!” Her voice shook almost as much as her body, and her eyes dropped to the middle of his chest. “Before tonight I was able to delude myself that..” She took a stuttered breath and tried to continue, “that we could do this and you would want it to work.  That somehow we could figure it out and you’d be happy with whatever we came up with. Seeing women I could never compete with in any way, ready to take my place…it made me feel all unsure and unsteady again.  I always end up alone, Astaroth.”  Her eyes slowly rose to look at his. “I realized how easy it would be to lose you. How you had options that were far superior to me.  I can't compete or compare.  You know I'm an emotional mess.  Why would you choose that?” Her voice broke, she licked her lips, then bit down on the bottom one.

 “Did you hear what I just said?” His voice was quiet.  He now understood she was battling demons he couldn’t fight for her.  He’d given her a weapon, but she hadn’t picked it up.  Astaroth wasn’t sure that she’d even noticed it.  He had to get her to pay attention to what he’d said, not what she’d expected him to. 

“You said that we were going to do this together.  I know.  I know that’s what you said, but your mind could change. Women who are gorgeous and easier to deal with could offer you a different life.  You could find someone that you have a connection with that is stronger.”  Yara was fighting hysteria.  At the moment she was winning, but she wasn’t sure how much longer that she could hold out.

“What exactly  did I say?  Repeat it?”  Astaroth tried to will her to remember.  To have heard the words.  The vow he made was unbreakable.  He’d made it full well knowing that.  He also knew there was a fuck ton more going on than either of them knew, and he trusted the Fates a lot more than he trusted Lucifer’s machinations.  If they allowed the wedding, then there was a reason.  

“You said we’re going to do it together.  You and me. No one else. Just us.  We can’t change the past, so we’re going to ignore it.  Just you and me, together.”  Yara was reciting it, her head alternating back and forth with her sing-song voice, changing the words a little as she went.  Astaroth nodded along as she did, waiting for her to get to the part that he hoped she would realize how much this all meant to him.  When she paused after the last part he wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard, hadn’t realized, or was thinking on it.  Then her eyes went wide as she looked at his, and he knew.  “You...you..Asti..you swear… to the Primus Sator…the Creator?” Her brows started coming together, a mixture of shock and incredulity coming to her face.  “Really?  For me?  For us?  You’re sure?”  Her eyes searched his face.  Was she understanding him correctly?  Had he thought about this?  “You can’t take that back...Asti! You can’t!”  Her eyes searched his.  What was he doing?

“Yes, really.  For US.  I know exactly what I have done, my Papilio, and I damn well meant it.   I do not know what it is that truly brought us together in this, but I intend to find out.  You can work with me or against me, but you are now stuck with me.  Sorry!” Astaroth smirked amused, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and realizing that he was falling in love for the very first time.

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[sasa-chan]

Anubis, Inpu, Inpw, Jnpw, or Anpu

God of funerary rites

Protector of graves

Guide to the Underworld

Usually depicted as a canine or a man with a canine head

Consort of Anput and Nephthys

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Goddess Nut represented double.

[caffeine-and-sunshine]

Yesterday was the birthday of Heru-Wer (Haroeris), He With the Eyes of Moon and Sun! Admittedly we do not know this Name very well so we spent some time researching for offerings. His candle is scented with clove, cinnamon and orange with yellow wildflowers, citrine and agate. He also got mandarin oranges and a gingerbread cookie!

I'd like to get to know this Name better. Our lineup is VERY lunar while Em's partner (@be-your-bast) has a lineup that is very solar. So to have those two themes in one Netjer is FASCINATING to both of us. So if you have any interesting stories or information you'd like to share, please do!

[avenetjer]

May Khonsu take away all of your pain, away into the darkness of far Nun. And may you rise like golden-winged Khepera.

— [my kemetic writings tag]

[bisexual-rage]

^The tattoo I’m wanting to get on either my left middle or pointer finger… maybe even one of my hips, haha. (Probably my finger.)

I really love the ankh symbol. <3

[witchberries]

inspired by @weirdshapeddog's art of Amun-Ra

[jessgoulder]

[servantofthegodss]

Dua Wepwawet 🙏

Praise the Opener of Ways

🏹🏺⚔️

Praise rhe One with the Sharp Arrows Who is More Powerful Than the Gods.

Praise the Opener of the Body

Praise He Who Rises