#egyptian moon god

[sinfullydivination]

A’ah, Iah, or Yah was a student of Thoth. Iah became associated with the moon, was a patron of pupils and students, and was the god who created the calendar. In some myths, it is Iah who Thoth bets with to earn the five epagomental days so Nut could have her children- Osiris, Set, Horus, Isis, Nephthys.

Offerings could consist of moonstone, moon imagery, pens and paper, ibis and/or falcon imagery. You can honor him by becoming a student yourself or meditating under the cresent or full moon.

Signs could consist of falcon or ibises- whether the animal is physically present or it is an increase in imagery. Signs could also consist of wanting to learn, wanting to become a student, or a call to research about the moon.

If you want a reading from this god or feel like he’s reaching out to you, I would love to do a reading for you. My etsy shop is SinfullyDivination but you can also access available readings at SinfullyDivination.weebly.com

Image from Wikipedia (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iah)

[lordkryze]

There was no shy british gift shopist at the museum so I rate it 5/10

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

Danny Phantom x Moon Knight

Been obsessed with the idea of the crossover between these two shows! Mostly because it’s Danny Phantom cannon that Tucker is the reincarnation of an Egyptian pharaoh!! And the crossover would come in with Tucker’s past life having being one of Khonshu’s previous avatars. Hell it could even be that Tucker was Konshu’s first ever avatar!

Like I’m just picturing a scene where the Moon Knight System and Khonshu meet team Phantom and Khonshu takes one look at Tucker and just has a stroke cause that is one of his previous avatars who died thousands of years ago wtf is he doing here alive and looking like a teenager. And if we’re going with the whole Danny is the king of the ghost zone via conquest, his next thought would be and why the hell is he hanging out with the king of the dead?!!!!

Meanwhile the whole of team Phantom can see Khonshu, Danny because he’s half ghost, Tucker because he’s a reincarnated pharaoh who was a previous avatar, Sam cause she was once given ghost like powers for a short time by Undergrowth and is now not fully human anymore, and Jazz because she’s lived in Amity Park exposed to ambient ectoplasm in the air for so long that she’s now liminal as hell!!!

Team Phantom is just staring up at this giant bird skull person in absolute confusion. And then Tucker just kind of squints at him for a moment and goes “hey I know you!” And the Moon Knight system is just standing there in the background confused as all hell, looking back and forth between this group of kids and Konshu.

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Egyptian Mythology

Khonsu (also known as Khons) was a god of the moon and time in Egyptian mythology. His name meant ‘traveller,’ which could’ve relate to the perceived nightly travel of the moon across the sky. Along with Thoth (god of knowledge) he also marked the passage of time. Khonsu was instrumental in the creation of new life in all living creatures. At Thebes he formed part of a family triad (known as the ‘Theban Triad’) with Mut (queen of the gods) as his mother and Amun (king of the gods) his father. In art, Khonsu is typically depicted as a mummy with the symbol of childhood, a sidelock of hair, as well as the menat necklace with crook and flail. He also had close links to other divine children such as Horus (god of the sky) and Shu (god of the air). Khonsu is sometimes shown wearing an eagle or falcon's head like Horus, with whom he is associated as a protector and healer, adorned with the sun disk and crescent moon.

artwork by Yliade

[artemisyates]

Khonsu, the moon and protector of travellers at night.

Painted with acrylics.

[multific]

The Moon to Whom You Belong to

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Harrow's hatred towards Khonshu was clear, but to hurt you in order to anger the God was a low blow. 

You saw him everywhere you went.

He stood on top of buildings, watching you.

He knew what he was doing. He was annoying you.

But you were mad at him.

Who could have possibly thought that dating an ancient Egyptian God would be a bad idea?

Not you. Khonsu was truly magical and even if his last avatar, Arthur, didn't see that, in your eyes, Khonshu never changed.

Arthur hated Khonshu and despised him to the point where he wanted to bring Amit back just to get revenge.

Arthur knew you, he often saw you with Khonshu he knew what you meant to the God. And knowing this, Khonshu was afraid Harrow is going to use you to get back on him. 

So, his only logical solution to this problem was to do everything in his power to lock you away. 

He found a new avatar, Marc Spector, but you were not allowed to meet him. Khonshu explained to you just how broken Marc was, but never gave you a real reason why he kept you locked in your home. 

Of course, you knew it had to do with Arthur and his plan of revenge. Arthur was an easy man to read, and you also overheard many times whenever he was talking to himself about how much he hated Khonshu amongst other things.

So, when you told Khonshu that you didn't need to be locked in a dark place just until Harrow is dead, the God took offence. 

He wanted nothing but to protect you, and you knew that, but this was too much.

You decided to go to work, as usual, and carry out your daily things as usual. 

And so, Khonshu followed you, every day he watched you, making sure no one would hurt you. 

Every time you sat on the bus, as you looked out the window, you saw him, standing there, standing or sitting on buildings. 

Just how possessive this bird truly was?

If it was up to him, he would have you in a palace, he often talked about how you need to be treated as a Queen, he would have you wrapped in silks, fed to your liking with no questions asked. He would have you sit on a throne, much like a pharaoh, but he would make sure everyone knew you were more important than anyone else.

And you loved him, you loved even his overprotective and possessive nature. You loved him because he made you feel like no one else ever, he made you feel important, loved and cared for even if he couldn't kiss you, his body language and soft touches proved it all.

You always tried to pay attention, you knew Arthur had many followers. And you were sure you have seen many of them without even knowing.

They could be everywhere, the lady in the store, the new coworker at work, an old coworker at work. Anywhere and anyone could be a follower.

But he didn't have to be so controlling about it. He could have just told you not to go out or just talked with you instead of breaking your door and getting it stuck. He could have sat down and told you to stay safe, you would have called in sick for work. But because of the way he behaved, you behaved just as well.

And here you were now, in the bus stop, waiting while he was watching you from across the street.

"Go home." he would say. But you didn't listen.

And you probably should have.

But he still blamed himself.

You were stubborn as much as he was, but it was still his fault. He didn't protect you, he wasn't there for you.

You had a feeling for a while now that someday something would happen. That one day he will send his people and harm you.

Yet, you weren't prepared.

Khonshu took his eyes off you for a minute. A literal minute and everything went to hell.

You weren't taken, but they sure tried. 

If it wasn't for Khonshu and the quickness of his new avatar, you would have been gone. Khonshu would have burned the entire world down to find you, but he didn't have to. 

Jake Lockley saved you, and you were back with Khonshu, standing on a tall building. He didn't let go of you. Not even for a second.

"This is all my fault." he said as his finger ran over your wrist, you managed to hurt it when you tried to free yourself, you fell and even fractured the bone. "All my fault that My Little Star is hurt." he said, voice full of guilt and pain.

"I am the one to blame. I should have listened to you and stayed home." you knew it was your fault, your fault for being so stubborn.

You tried to prove to him that you could take care of yourself. You grew up just fine, you didn't need his protection. 

But you should have just accepted it, you should have just said thank you and stayed behind. You were weak, and you had to accept that sometimes it was okay to get help from others.

You placed your other hand on his chest and let him pull you close.

"From now on, I will listen to you." you said, promising him to do as he said might not be the best move, but you knew it was the only thing he would accept and calm him.

"Thank you, Stardust. I will also try not to listen that much to my overprotective tendencies. We can find a middle ground I'm sure."

You smiled as he squeezed you against his towering frame.

He used to get smaller when he was with you, still much taller than you but you asked him not to. He didn't need to hide from you.

"I'd like to meet your Knight. I need to thank... them." you looked up at him and he nodded.

"Tomorrow, for now, I need you with me alone. I need your help with a plan. I cannot possibly find what Harrow is looking for, we need to get there before him."

You liked it when he asked your help or opinion on things. But you liked it better that he didn't even let you leave his embrace for the rest of the evening.

You were his Star and he cannot lose you.

He was your Moon to whom you belonged to. Easy as that. 

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~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

[mikazureart]

DnD/Fantasy AU(My Moon Knight god OC) Seth as a cambion

[michillangelo]

K: yes :) he do :)

[bossnori]

[captainwaffles]

Moon knight gods ranked

[ratleyland]

Turning Back the Night's Sky

[some---weirdo]

[lordkryze]

Maybe in another universe I have every opportunity to make my dreams come true

(How Steven works as a tour guide in another universe)

[shegetsburned]

❝ The moon and the sun are love and fear; one fades as the other rises. ❞

— 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐔𝐫𝐬𝐢 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

Tag @scentedcandleibex cause I know Megan and her would be bffs

[princessfishy]

Croccy Mommy :3

Ammit’s hair is the best thing ever, you cannot convince me that she purposely grew it out to mimic a tail since she doesn’t have one. 

As her avatar its up to Brock to braid it because yes. 

//do not use my art

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Chaos is a Friend of Mine (1)

a/n: so quick storytime: i am obsessed with ancient egypt. i love the history and the culture and the mythology - it's all so beautiful and interesting to me. it actually started after i read the Kane Chronicles so thanks rick so when Moon Knight was announced then released, I think I had a stroke from how excited I was. And the show surpassed all expectations I had like....it was amazing. (i think my parents had a grudge against Moon Knight bc it reignited my passion and i talked nonstop about literally anything to do with ancient egypt.) okay sorry for that, the fic will start now (this the first part of a new series)

prompt/plot: you were once the avatar to the god of chaos - living your best life as you exacted torment upon your enemies. but when he was encased in stone, you lived your life in hiding from the Ennead. When the pyramid crumbled, Marc, Steven, and Layla didn't think about the consequences. After all the statues were broken, the formerly trapped gods went back to their former avatars (if still alive). now, you're back as a threat to the world and to kill the new avatar of khonshu. word count: 1.8k taglist: @nyx-aira (thank you for the title! i hope you like the fic!) pairing(s): (all platonic/enemies - for now) steven grant x fem!reader; marc spector x fem!reader; layla el faouly x fem!reader warning(s): gif not mine and not really relevant to the fic but it's cool; reader is a bit crazy - you're a villain, congrats; changing perspectives/POV; use of Y/N

The chaos came on Tuesday, like it always did. It started with all your plates falling out of the cabinets, hitting the ground with muffled bangs. After the fifth time, you had traded out all your plates to plastic. Then came the bookshelf. Books pushed themselves off the shelves, opening on the floor, the pages ruffling as your AC came on. But the most annoying was when your blanket was ripped from you, exposing you to the cool air of your apartment. 

“Uugghh, what ghost did I piss off?” You mumbled to yourself, getting up from your chair, setting your coffee down on the end table. As you bent down to pick up the plates, waiting for the blinds to start opening - the pattern of chaos ingrained in your mind, you heard a shattering noise followed by liquid spilling. You stood up straight. 

“Oh hell no-” You stormed over to where you set down your coffee, sighing angrily as you saw your mug in pieces and the coffee all over your floor. You flared your arms upward, frustration in your voice as you yelled at your ceiling. 

“Okay, what the shit did I do to you? Did you live here centuries ago or something? Did-” You were cut off by the feeling of steaming coffee steeping into your sock. As you hopped on one foot, hissing in pain, you noticed the coffee forming strange puddles. You crouched down, cocking your head to the side as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Maybe your floorboards were uneven. But as the steaming brown liquid continued to swirl, you recognized what they were forming. 

“Hieroglyphs?” You whispered in disbelief, hand reaching out to trace the symbols. Just as your fingers touched the coffee, the hieroglyphs seemingly translated in your mind. You scrambled back at what it said, chest heaving in shock. After you calmed down, you stood up calmly, aware of the presence behind you. You rolled your shoulder before raising an eyebrow. 

“So..you’re back?” You shook your head, laughing as excitement weld up inside of you. You turned around, a smile itching to form on your face. 

“Hello Set.”

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Marc was vibing. He was free of Khonshu’s burden, free to live his life with Layla and Steven, without any possibility of danger ahead. He leaned back in his patio chair, sunglasses sliding down his nose as he basked in the sun. Layla sat in front of him, her hair creating a halo around her head, glowing in the sun. Even though she was no longer the avatar for Taweret, she was still a goddess. The streets bustled around them, families out shopping, vendors calling out their goods, music playing faintly in the distance. 

“Why are you smiling so big?” Layla asked as she took a drink of her sugar cane juice, a happy look on her face. Marc spread his arms out wide, gesturing to the energy around them. 

“This! We can finally have a moment like this without having to look over our shoulders! We can finally take a breath!” Marc looked down at the mirror he now carried around, seeing Steven smiling as well. 

“I can’t believe it’s actually over.” Steven gushed out, as he fronted. Layla’s eyes widened in excitement when she heard Steven’s voice. 

“And how are you doing? Do you plan on going back to your museum job?” Before Steven could answer, Marc’s reflection yelled a “No!”. Steven laughed, shaking his head. 

“I think I’m going to have to talk to the voice in my head about that.” Layla chuckled, shaking her head. Marc put on a faux offended look. 

“I really thought we had gotten closer Steven, I really di-” when he didn’t finish, Steven raised the mirror up, concern written on his face. 

“Marc, what is it?” Marc fronted, looking around, a bad feeling growing in his gut. Layla set down her juice, also looking around. 

“Marc what-” people started screaming, their eyes glossing over. Marc stood up quickly, knocking his chair over as he, Layla, and Steven watched the chaos around them. People were running around, clawing at each other, their words garbled together like they were speaking under water. Layla squinted, looking at the ground, taking a cautious step towards Marc as she watched sand seep through the streets, rising and falling like an ocean caught in a storm. Soon, Marc and Layla were back to back as they watched the chaos unfold. The sand rose up, swirling around them like a tornado, crashing to the ground, crushing the table they were once sitting at. Steven fronted, rubbing his forehead. 

“What the bloody hell.” He mumbled as the crowd started to become more violent with each other, some people’s eyes dripping sand. Everytime Layla or Steven tried to move, they realized their legs had gotten trapped in a pool of quicksand. They heard a woman scream as her friend threw a knife at her, scrapping her side, their heads snapping in that direction. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A new voice spoke, a woman’s voice with overlapping echoes. The quicksand rotated, causing them to turn around, letting them see the owner of the voice. A woman sat on the edge of the roof of the building across the street, leaning back on her arms, a pleased yet nostalgic look on her face. 

“You’re doing this?” Layla asked, her voice filled with disbelief. The woman shrugged, her eyes still focused on the crazed people. 

“Maybe. But don’t worry, darling, it won’t last long. It will stop when I get what I want.” 

Steven and Layla looked at each other before Steven asked. 

“And what do you want?” His voice was hesitant, but without fear. The woman laughed to herself, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with her rings. When she looked up, her eyes were pits of fire, burning into Layla and Steven. 

“I want the avatar of Khonshu. Dead.” She turned her gaze to only Steven who swallowed, letting Marc front. Marc chuckled, scratching his head. 

“Look lady, I guess you haven’t heard yet. I’m no longer Khonshu’s avatar!” The woman with eyes of fire faked looking disappointed before bursting into a giant smile, laughing loudly. She stood up. 

“Oh honey, it’s cute that you actually believe that.” She placed her hands on her hips, smirking. “You know, when my friend was released from his prison of stone, I thought: Finally. You know why? Because I’ve waited years, decades, to kill Khonshu once and for all. Killing his avatar is just the first step. But then,” she laughed, raising her hands in the air - causing the sand to rise up Layla and Marc’s neck to their chins, “I find out the avatar of Khonshu that I knew had gone crazy, started a cult, worshiped the alligator lady, became her avatar, then got shot in the head. By Khonshu’s new avatar.” She watched with glee as Marc seemed to put it all together. His chest fell, shaking his head as he looked towards the sky. 

“I’m still Moon Knight.” 

“Well, not exactly. Your third identity is, you and Steven are just along for the ride.” Steven fronted, much to Marc’s annoyance. The egyptologist frantically traced his mind, desperate to figure out what she meant by her friend trapped in stone. 

“You’re an avatar.” The woman raised her eyebrow, looking to the side then back at Steven. 

“Well duh. And I thought you were the smart one.” Steven shook his head, confusion etched into his face. 

“But who’s your-”

“Set.” Layla spoke, her face hardening as she named the god of chaos, deserts, and disorder. The woman pointed at Layla, making a finger gun motion. 

“Bingo. But don’t worry, you haven’t met him yet. This,” she waved her hands towards the street, “is all me.” She said proudly. Just as Steven was about to respond, the woman’s eyes lost all of their humor, shining with hate as she looked behind them. Layla and Steven turned their heads to see Khonshu behind them, holding his scepter in a menacing way.  

“Y/N. I thought you were dead.” She shrugged. 

“You thought wrong, pigeon head.” The moon god growled, preparing to attack. Y/N cocked her head to the side, as if listening to someone speak. An evil smirk grew across her face. She flicked her wrist, the sand surrounding Layla and Steven collapsing, sending them to the ground. Y/N smiled at Khonshu, no warmth present. She adjusted her cuffed sleeves and collar, waving as she dissolved into sand, disappearing into the wind. In a flash, the sand in the street was gone, and people carried on as they were before, no trace of the madness from a few seconds prior. Marc fronted, turning towards Khonshu, anger written in his eyes. 

“I thought we had a deal.” Khonshu nodded solemnly. 

“We did. But now we see that Moon Knight is still needed. Set has been released and his avatar, that Y/N, is arguably more dangerous than he is. She won’t stop till I’m dead, killing whoever is in her way.” Layla shook her head, frustration seeping in as she ran her hand through her hair. 

“And why is that our problem?” Khonshu sighed, pointing to her wrist. 

“Because of that.”

On her wrist, or seemingly under her skin, was a shifting symbol. A Was-scepter. Marc groaned when he saw the same thing on his wrist. 

“She can track you with that mark. She’s able to see wherever you are, hear what you hear, hunting you like a predator,” Khonshu looked towards the horizon as Marc and Layla looked at each other with devastated looks,

“No matter where you go, she’ll find you.”

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You reformed in your hotel room, shaking excess sand onto the floor. You cracked your neck and knuckles, rolling your head to the side. Set appeared on the bed, lounging with his arms behind his head. You rolled your eyes, taking off your rings as you went to change for bed. 

“I’m not sharing the bed nor am I sleeping on the floor.” You called out from the bathroom, pulling pajamas on. When you walked out, you saw the mule headed god playing with a TV remote, jumping when he accidentally turned the television on. You shook your head, muting the sound when you took the remote from Set. 

“Can you see them?” He asked, his voice like cries of war. You closed your eyes, smiling as Marc Spector and Layla el Faouly came into view - furiously packing their stuff, looking around cautiously. Marc was scratching as his brand, the was-scepter seemingly burning him. When you opened your eyes, you nodded. A smirk grew on Set’s face, the fire in his eyes burning brighter. He got off the bed, raising his arms like a champion in battle. Your hotel room walls shifted and reformed, creating itself into a palace on the inside. You laughed. 

“You’re so dramatic.” Set shrugged, nodding acceptantly. You sat criss cross on the bed, looking at Set intensely, your own eyes burning with flames.

“So, what’s next?” Set laughed.

“Well, my child, we get your revenge.”