#Set devotee

[unholyleaf]

Dua Sutekh, Adversary of Injustice, Destroyer of Is/fet, Defender of the Scorned, Protector of the Marginalized, Bring Thy Furied Storm Upon Evildoers, Bring Thy Blade Upon Ap/ep's Throat, Adversarial Setesh, Break The Heads Of Ap/ep's Kin, Let Ap/ep's Kin See Your Children, And Tremble In Fear Before Us, Dua Sutekh! -------------------- Devotional Art for Set, based on my workings and experiences with him as the archetype of Adversary, inspired by my times worshipping him in both a Kemetic Polytheist and Theistic Satanist/LHP lens. As a fem queer person, Set is extremely important to me. The phrase "Ap/ep's kin" in the prayer above is referring to people who spread anti-queer rhetoric, especially the ones in power. Set teaches me to take back my own power from those who wish to see me and people like me crumble. When I break, it is Sutekh who mends my pieces.

[nyxiathewander]

Here's your daily reminder not to leave your candles unattended when lit.

Practice fire safety y'all

[beloved-of-storms-and-sands]

Where you can see Sutekh:

In the morning sun.

In red berries. Especially when you feel their juice on your teeth.

In dandelions. Whether grown on the ground or asphalt, these plants always find the strength to live and tell everyone to go to hell.

In dark heavy clouds. Such bear His gifts more often.

In the rain.

In the thunder.

In lightning.

In storms.

In the winds. His whisper, gentle and strong.

In the rainbow.

In natural disasters. Sometimes His wrath is too strong.

In earthquakes.

In the snow and blizzards.

In the deserts.

In the oases.

In the eyes of animals. He flashes through them, like their desire to survive.

In donkeys. Inconspicuous animals, they are strong enough to replace dogs to protect herds.

In pigs. Unloved by many, but who can grow large and strong enough to be intimidating.

In rock and electric guitar.

In abandoned things and people.

In things that are broken but found new life.

In the image of the phallus and dicks.

In the word "no" when you defend your boundaries.

In a crowd at a rally, riot or uprising, whether in the people or the spirit itself.

In cheeks reddened from prolonged laughter or alcohol.

In new and old weapons.

In strategy games, especially military ones.

In cacti, succulents, feather grass, wormwood, camel thorn and other plants, that can survive in the desert.

In Ursa Major, because that is where His home is.

In falling stars and meteorites.

In various shiny things.

The collection contains various trinkets and sparkles that are pleasing to the eye.

In things created with your own hands, especially imperfect ones.

In vegetables, especially green ones, and especially in lettuce.

In food and people from other countries.

In the language and culture of foreigners.

In protecting and supporting those who need it.

In accepting your gender and sexuality.

In accepting your weirdness and negatives.

In funny jokes that you can see here and there.

In eclipse.

In red. In red things, food, clothes, symbols.

In fire.

In desire and action to continue to fight.

And in many, many other things. He is in every thing for me. I see His limitless forms in everything. Dua, Perfect God! Dua, Sutekh!

Translation of my post below on russian.

[midonamiqui]

Devotee music feat the Warriors

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Liliana's Devotee

Liliana inspires horror in many and fanatical admiration in a few.

Artist: Colin Boyer TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[age-of-moonknight]

“Crusader,” Phases of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2024), #1.

Writer: Benjamin Percy; Artist: Rod Reis; Letterer: Cory Petit

[therosepetalrps]

@n0rthsqueen・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for sandor : 〔𝟘𝟛𝟙. 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤〕

『✣』 The rain, thin as it was, had already turned the snow to slush beneath his boots. The cold bit at any hint of exposed skin. Sandor was starting to fear that he'd never get used to it. Although he had the colouring of a Northerner, he did not have their veins — which he was sure were shards of icicles beneath their skin.

The weather was hell on his joints and even crueler to his bad leg. Chasing Her Grace around this godsforsaken castle did it no favours either.

He'd gone to her chambers intent on escorting her to the Great Hall for a long morning of conferring with her vassals. She had not been there; an occurrence which he was growing to expect. The little sneak was worse than her sister had been, he swore.

He trudged across the yard, having already checked the library tower, the kitchens, and nearly two dozen corridors. The rain was picking up, and with it, the clouds were smothering the sun's attempt to rise. He approached the small wooden structure built where the godswood met the Glass Gardens. He saw her silhouette, bolstered by the bulk of a dark, fur-lined cloak. He muttered a curse.

In his dun breeches and drab layers of wool and leather, he often looked more peasant than Queensgaurd. But that was indeed his role, in all but name…and livery. No white cloak, nor emblazoned sigils. Not even of his own house. He was no more a Clegane than he was a Targaryen princess. Not anymore. He was a sword, as he'd always been. Though, he was now a sword swung by a far more merciful hand than any that had wielded him before. If she ever let him swing at all.

Sandor stepped onto the decking, the wooden slats creaking beneath his weight, staring at her back.

❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, ❞ he grunted, by way of greeting. ❝ 𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍. ❞

[sambers-practice]

Tidied up the altar today as promised, thought I'd share some pics since I always enjoy seeing other people's altars.

A few things to highlight I think:

I painted the large sun focal picture as well as the portrait on the top shelf (he requested I paint him specifically for the altar as opposed to purchasing a bust of some sort).

Three arrows on the top shelf- The blue and yellow fletching in the center is actually the first place "trophy" I won during a highschool archery competition, which was also my introduction to archery as a whole. The other blue and yellow fletching off to the right has a green ping pong ball on it, which I actually shot through twice in a row one day. I was really proud of that feat so I added it to the altar. I also added my favorite arrow which I was gifted at the range once, it's gold tinted aluminum with yellow and white fletching.

The sun necklace is actually amber, I wear it as a devotional act some days.

The wooden box on the second shelf contains a lighter a candle from bay leaves and my pendulum for divination. I etched the designs myself with a wood burning tool, it is still a work in progress though. I wrap it in the gold cloth on the shelf below and it serves as my travel altar when I go on longer trips.

Third shelf has a pair of lab goggles from work an offering representative of my dedication to medical research (which I have more plans for related offerings to be added soon!)

Still a work in progress over wall, I'm very pleased with how it's coming along and can't wait to continue to add to it over time

[starlite-sin]

I love how on tik tok they’re saying that you shouldn’t worship both Aphrodite and Persephone and here most every Persephone devotee also worships Aphrodite and vice versa. Like they’re a package deal

[fideidefenswhore]

soulmate-ism ❤️

[abyssalpriest]

honestly i really need to go somewhere that has sunlight for several months and lose my mind worshiping him as the sun

[beloved-of-storms-and-sands]

It's Wep Ronpet, the Kemetic New Year. Five days, where each day one of the Gods was born. From eldest to youngest, Wesir, Heru-Wer, Sutekh, Aset, Nebet-Het. And the third day, the middle, is dedicated to my God. On this day Sutekh was born. Rebellious, He did not wait for His time of birth, that He escaped from the side of stomach of His mother Nut. The one whose scarlet hair is comparable to the setting Sun, whose scarlet eyes shine with lightning. Lord of Thunders, God of chaos, war, deserts and storms, God of foreigners and foreign lands, God of change, exiles, outsiders, outcasts and abandoned. A God of many faces, many sides, many aspects, limitless, about whom I learn more and more every time, whose immensity I see and feel each time from new and familiar sides. Ma Vhenan, my Love. Teacher, Friend, Brother, Father, Lover, and the many roles You have taken on. I spent this day with you – I cleaned up the sanctuary and prepared a small feast. I thank you, my God. In whom I find peace and meaning, in whom I find strength to move on, in whom I find love. Dua, Perfect God, and happy birthday. I hope to get to know You even better and become closer, I hope to get to know as much of You as possible. Know that I belong to you.

[moe-broey]

As a cleric Moe took "Pick a god and pray" literally when it arrived in Askr.

[subhashdagar123]

[hylfystt]

ziva loves with such a need to be used ough

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

I think my favourite thing about Hualian is that Hua Cheng genuinely would give Xie Lian the world on a silver platter.

He would without hesitation set fire to heavens and conquer kingdoms for Xie Lian and he has the power and skills to do all those things but Xie Lian would literally never ever ask that off him because he doesn’t want that.

He just wants Hua Cheng.

He genuinely just wants to spend the rest of his incredibly long life talking to him and doing chores with him.

Hua Cheng spent 800 years making himself into someone who could offer Xie Lian anything and all Xie Lian ever wanted was someone who would love him after everything he’s been through.

He doesn’t want/need a solider or an attendant or a devotee he just needs a companion.

Like Hua Cheng has been everything he’s ever wanted even as a ghost fire.

They make me violently ill.