#incorrect ennead

[soph-yagami]

:)

Geb: My sweet, sweet son, Set, just asked why he can't quit school and I said it's because they'll put me in jail.

Geb: He deadass looked me in the eyes and said, "I'll visit you."

[ava-is-up-to-something]

Hey, so, mystery I've been trying to solve for awhile:

The wikipedia page on Homosexuality in Ancient Egypt says that the story of Horus and Set in the Kahun Papyri is about is about Set trying to get Horus drunk so he can sleep with him, but then Horus escapes by only pretending to be drunk.

This... does not happen in the Kahun story. After having read the damn thing so many times over that I could recite it in my sleep, I feel very confident saying this does not happen.

However, in everything else the page says, it's very clear that there's been some kind of mix-up, and what they are describing is not the Kahun fragment, but the Contendings of Horus and Set. The rest of the story they describe is really clearly the story from Contendings (Horus “catches” Set's sperm in his hands, surprise lettuce insemination, judgement before the Ennead, yadda yadda). And the article also says the Kahun story is the nearly completely preserved story of the fight between Horus and Set, which, it isn't. It's barely 12 sentences long. They're clearly thinking of the Contendings of Horus and Set here.

Except for this drunkenness element, which does not come from Contendings. And does not come from the Kahun Papyri. As far as I can tell, it does not come from anywhere. It seems to have just manifested itself into existence on wikipedia one day, to taunt me. I have also seen this story floating around other spaces online, but never with an indication of where this story originates, so I can’t tell if they actually know about something I don't or if this is just misinformation leaking out from an incorrect wikipedia page.

Does anyone know where this comes from? That part of the page uses two sources, one of them is "Homosexual Desire in Middle Kingdom Literature," which I've read, but I'm not sure the Wikipedia contributor read it, because it clearly identifies that Contendings and the Kahun fragment are different stories, and does not make any mention of a story about Set trying to get Horus drunk. The other source is a book in German, so I can't read it. So, I don't know if this is a real thing, that maybe comes from or is based off a lesser known papyrus that was only published in German or something (thus explaining why I might not have heard of it), or if the contributor didn't read this book properly either, or if there’s something else going on. Does anybody know what's happening here?

(If there is another papyrus, I may still be able to read it, since the benefit of knowing Egyptian is that translation languages aren't something you need to worry about anymore.)

I would really like to know, because I've been considering editing this page for awhile now. By combining these two stories in this way it manages to misportrays the academic discussion about this myth quite a bit. It says that most scholars believe that Set's actions in the story were only motivated by hatred and don't reflect homosexual desire, but that some scholars disagree because they believe that he was portrayed with "alternative sexual interests," when, like. The opening line of the Kahun fragment is Set saying that he likes Horus's butt. And so, so many papers you could read about homosexuality in ancient Egypt will bring up that he did that, and talk about what it could mean for Egyptian views about homosexuality. Homosexual Desire in Middle Kingdom Literature talks about that! What the hell happened here? But I don't want to change the article without figuring out where this drunkenness thing came from, because it's an element I've never seen anywhere else and that I'd like to get to the bottom of.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, Chapter 1

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~3150

Story Summary: Steven meets a beautiful woman in the Egyptian exhibit at the British Museum...

...Too bad she's his new boss.

Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship

A/N: Welcome to the start of my first Steven Grant story! This will be multiple chapters (not exactly sure how many, although I don't expect it to get too long.)

If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this (or any of my other writing), please let me know!

Title from the song of the same name by The Police.

Steven Grant whistled cheerfully to himself as he ascended the steps of the British Museum. He had managed to successfully translate the hieroglyphic code he had been working on for the past week, gotten a full night's rest, and had even caught the early bus to work.

He checked his watch. Eh, I've got a bit before I have to clock in. Might as well pop by the Egyptian exhibit to see if they changed the placard for Mekhet yet.

He headed over to the exhibit, sighing with disappointment when he noticed that the placard was still incorrect. It's been three months. The least they could do is place a temporary sign until a new, permanent one came in.

He was just about to go put his bag in his employee locker and clock in early when a woman walked up next to him and began reading the placard on the statue.

“You know, that's actually wrong,” Steven said.

The woman glanced over at him. “Excuse me?”

Steven placed her accent as American, but couldn't pinpoint the region. Must be on holiday. He pointed at the placard. “The placard. It says that this is Menhit when it's really Mekhit.”

The woman looked at the placard, then back at the statue. “Oh, is it really?”

Steven nodded. “Menhit was actually a solar goddess, representing the brow of Ra and depicted by a reclining lioness, while Mekhit was the goddess of war, which is why she's depicted as a roaring lioness.”

The woman smiled at Steven. “Well that makes sense.”

“She was also known as the ‘Eye of Ra’,” Steven continued, encouraged by her friendliness. “It was said that the Eye left Ra and transformed itself into a lioness, after which it was hunted down and returned by Onuris, then it transformed into Menhit, which explains the similar names. And there's also Mehit, with no k or n, who was associated with the moon and was also depicted as a reclining lioness, but with three sticks behind her.”

The woman chuckled. “Imagine someone in Ancient Egypt accidentally praying to the wrong god or goddess because of a spelling error. Like, ‘oops, sorry, I meant for Mut to help me, not Nut ’.”

Steven grinned. “I've been trying to get my bosses to fix it for months now, but honestly I shouldn't be surprised. Took them ages to correct the banner depicting the Ennead. Only seven of them were on there when there were supposed to be nine.”

The woman glanced over at the banner, which now included all nine of the Ennead. “Oh, so you work here?”

Steven nodded. “Oh, er, sorry, yeah. I'm not just some nutter chatting you up in the Egyptian exhibit, I promise.”

The woman laughed. “Well either way, you're very knowledgeable about Egyptian history.”

“Oh, I love history, especially ancient Egyptian history. I find it fascinating.” Steven bit his lip. “Is it alright if I show you my favorite exhibit? It's just right over there.”

The woman nodded. “Sure.”

Steven led her over to the statue of Hathor. “This is Hathor -- Egyptian goddess of music, joy, pleasure and love.”

The woman grinned. “I see why she's your favorite. She gets all the fun stuff.”

Steven chuckled. “She was also goddess of beauty and the protector of women, and she was considered one of the most powerful of all the gods and goddesses. Early cosmetics and mirrors were left at her temples as offerings.”

The woman smiled. “She sounds pretty amazing.”

Steven nodded. “Oh, she was. In fact, it's said she--”

“Oy! Stevie!”

Steven startled at the sound of Donna's voice. “Oh, bollocks,” he muttered. ‘I'm sorry, I've got to run.”

The woman nodded. “That's quite alright. It was nice meeting you… Stevie, was it?”

Steven shook his head. “Actually, it's Steven. With a ‘v'.”

“Nice meeting you, ‘Steven-with-a-v’.”

“You too.”

Steven tried to hurry away but was accosted by Donna, who immediately began to give him an earful. “How many times do I have to tell you, don't bother the visitors!” she hissed loudly. “The new museum director's coming in today and the last thing she needs to see is employees faffing about.”

“But I’m not -- wait, new director?” Steven vaguely remembered Donna mentioning a few weeks prior that the museum board had finally hired a new director. “Who is it?”

Donna shrugged. “I dunno, some poncy American. Anyway, as I've said before, you're not a bloody tour guide. Your job is to sell overpriced rubbish to whiny little brats and their caretakers. Now, I want the gift shop fully stocked and in tip-top shape by the time the new director arrives. You should've been doing that already instead of dawdling.”

Steven glanced back at the woman, who was now studying the hieroglyphics on one of the nearby sarcophagi. “But I'm not -- I was just --”

Donna rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, flirt on your own time. Not like she'd be interested in the likes of you anyway, innit?”

“But I wasn't --” Steven sighed as Donna stalked off. “Okay then, good talk.”

He trudged over to the staff lounge area, stashed his messenger bag in his locker, and clocked in before heading to the gift shop.

He cringed when he saw the state of it. Clearly no one had bothered restocking after the gaggle of families and tour groups had blown through over the weekend. This'll take me all bloody day. Luckily Mondays are usually pretty quiet.

He quickly pinned his name tag to his shirt and began to straighten and organize the various plushies and knickknacks between customers, making note of what he needed to grab more of from the storage room.

He was organizing the Seshat figurines several hours later when Donna walked out of her office. “Oy, Stevie, the new boss lady wants a word with you upstairs.”

Steven swallowed nervously. “Me? What for?”

Donna shrugged, a slight smirk on her face. “You know, I heard that there was a bit of a shakeup coming with the new regime but I thought it'd at least be a few days before you got sacked. Guess not.”

Bollocks, Steven thought. Hopefully there's at least a decent severance package. “Okay. Well, off I go then.”

He set down the last figurine and headed out of the gift shop towards the lifts. “Maybe they'll at least let me finish my shift before they give me the boot,” he wondered aloud as he pressed the button to call the lift.

“Why are you so worried?” Marc replied in his head. “You don't even like this job.”

“I do like it,” Steven protested, catching Marc's face in the reflection of the shiny metal doors. “Well, sort of. And anyway, we can't afford our flat without it.”

Marc was quiet for a moment. “I got some money,” he finally said as the lift arrived. “From Dad, after Mom… Well anyway, I've never touched it so that should keep you afloat for a little while until you find another job.”

The ride up to the 5th floor was one of the longest of Steven's life. He stepped out of the lift, nervously trying to tame his wild curls but ultimately just making his hair more messed up. Oh, bollocks.

He walked down the hall to the door marked Director and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice said.

Steven took a deep breath and entered.

He froze. Standing behind the museum director's desk was the woman he had been talking to in the Egyptian exhibit before Donna had spotted him. “Oh, erm…” Just my bloody buggering luck.

The visitor from earlier (the new museum director, you bloody great twit, he corrected himself) smiled warmly. “Hello again, ‘Steven-with-a-v’.”

“Er, hello, Miss.” Steven could see his employee file open on the director's desk and began mentally going over their entire interaction from earlier, trying to figure out what exactly he had done in order to get sacked so quickly. He hadn't been on the clock at the time so it wasn't like he actually had been dawdling instead of working, and he hadn't really complained about his job beyond mentioning that the display placard for Mekhit was incorrect and about how long it took for the banner depicting the Ennead to be corrected.

The director motioned to the chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat.”

Steven sat as the director took her seat as well. 

The director folded her hands in front of her and placed them on her desk. “First of all,” she began, “apologies for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, and I'm the new director here at the museum. I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you to my office, especially so soon after starting my tenure here.”

“Er, yes ma'am,” Steven replied nervously, glancing up at the framed Ph.D hanging on the wall before once again looking at his open employment record.

Dr. Y/L/N slid Steven's file over to her and studied it for a moment. “You work in the gift shop, is that correct?”

Bollocks, here it comes. “Yes, ma'am.”

“You've never had any interest in becoming a tour guide, have you?”

“I'm sorry, ma’am, I wasn't trying to --” Steven blinked rapidly as her words registered. “Wait, what?”

Dr. Y/L/N looked up from his file. “Tour guide. You ever thought about it?”

Steven nodded. “All the time, actually. It's what I dream of doing.”

“Then why haven't you ever applied for an open tour guide position?”

Because Donna keeps telling me that there's no way it would ever happen, so why bother? “Well I, er…”

Dr. Y/L/N leaned back in her chair. “We actually have a current opening for the Visitor Engagement Specialist position… if you're interested, that is.”

Steven was speechless. “Visitor Engagement Specialist? But that's -- that's the head of programming and tours.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Yes, that's right. I'd like to offer you the position.”

She gestured towards his employee file. “I've read over your CV, Steven, and you're more than qualified.”

Steven was still processing. What the bloody hell is happening? 

Sounds like you're not getting fired, Marc answered. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Steven shook his head. “Even if I applied for the position, wouldn't I need to interview for it as well?”

Dr. Y/L/N’s lips turned up in a small smile. “Oh, but you already have.” 

Steven’s brow furrowed. “I have?” 

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “The museum’s visitor numbers have been declining lately, so over the weekend I took a few tours to see how they could be improved, and to be quite honest I learned more from speaking to you for 10 minutes in the Egyptian exhibit than from taking 3 separate hour-long tours throughout the entire museum. You certainly had me enraptured during our conversation about Mekhit and Hathor this morning.”

She gave Steven a warm smile. “I would consider that enough of an interview to offer you the position, wouldn't you?”

Steven huffed out a nervous chuckle. “I -- I suppose so, ma’am.”

“The current tours are stale and boring,” Dr. Y/L/N continued. “And the guides themselves could use some, well, guidance  from someone with your knowledge of and enthusiasm for history and folklore. I think you could plan some wonderfully engaging tours.”

Steven rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I do have some ideas on how the current tours could be improved… So, er, what exactly does the position entail?”

“You'd work closely with the Curatorial department to develop programming and tours based on what we have on exhibit at the time while concurrently managing the Programming department. Of course, that would include being on the regular tour rotation as well as handling any specialized tours -- large groups, VIP guests, and the like. I know it would be a lot of work, but the position also comes with your own office as well as a sizable increase in pay.” Dr. Y/L/N quoted a figure that was more than double what Steven currently made. “Plus benefits.”

Steven’s eyes widened. With that sort of salary he could afford a bigger flat closer to the museum. “That's -- that's quite generous. I don't know what to say.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “I know this is probably a bit of a shock, so feel free to take some time to think about it. Think you could give me an answer by the beginning of next week?”

What's there to think about? Marc chided him. You're being handed your dream job on a silver platter. Say you'll take it, dumbass.

Steven ignored Marc. “Yes, ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N closed Steven's file. “By the way, I put in an order for a new placard for the Mekhit exhibit. Thought you'd like to know.”

Steven grinned. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

“And one other thing…” Dr. Y/L/N paused briefly. “Does your current supervisor often speak to you the way she did this morning?”

Steven was taken aback. “Donna? Well, actually, er… well, she's a bit prickly, yes.”

“I see. And have you reported her behavior to anyone?”

Steven shook his head. “No, ma'am. Don't want to cause a scene or make things worse.”

“Mmm. Well, this 'poncy American' is going to have a private chat with her later on the way we treat our subordinates… and refer to our superiors.”

Marc chuckled. I think I'm in love.

Yeah, me too, Steven replied. Too bad she's my boss.

He really hadn't been flirting with Dr. Y/L/N earlier, although if Steven had been more confident he might have actually considered it. As it was, however, he was glad he hadn't. Most likely would've gotten sacked in that case.

Dr. Y/L/N stood. “Alright, Steven, thank you for coming in. Please let me know as soon as possible what your decision on the Visitor Engagement Specialist position is.”

Steven stood as well. “I will, ma'am. And no matter what I decide, thank you either way for the opportunity.”

“You're welcome. And thank you for such a stimulating conversation this morning. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

Steven smiled. “I did too.”

He headed back down to the gift shop, where Donna was standing behind the register reading a book.

She looked up as Steven approached the counter. “What, still here? Figured you'd have cleared out your locker by now.”

Steven shook his head. “The new director just wanted to introduce herself and speak with me about something. Guess she's doing that with everyone.”

Donna rolled her eyes. “In that case, when you get done with restocking there's a new shipment of items that need to be unpacked and sorted.”

As if she couldn't have been working on all that shit herself while you were gone, Marc said as Donna headed back towards her office. Would you seriously rather be stuck with that than be the head of tours and programs? You know she's just going to make things more difficult after she gets reprimanded this afternoon.

Steven sighed. Yeah, I know.

Being a tour guide is exactly what you've been wanting to do since the day you started, and being the head of the entire department? Just think… you'd actually be in a higher position than Donna. Wouldn't you like to rub that in her face?

Steven chuckled to himself as he thought about Donna having to answer to him for a change. Yeah, actually, I quite like the thought of that.

Then what are you waiting for? 

You know what? You're right. Steven straightened. I deserve this position.

Damn right you do. Ever since we figured out how to work together you've been able to hold down your job just fine and haven't even been late once. You'll be great.

Steven moved over to the phone and pulled up the staff directory before dialing Dr. Y/L/N's extension.

“Yes, may I help you?” Dr. Y/L/N's voice said briskly over the line.

“Er, uh, Dr. Y/L/N, this is Steven… Steven Grant, from the gift shop?” Steven stammered out, suddenly losing his bravado.

Dr. Y/L/N's tone warmed immediately. “Yes, Steven, what can I do for you?”

Steven took a deep breath. “I've decided I don't need the week to think about your offer. I accept.”

“Wonderful!” Dr. Y/L/N sounded pleased. “I'll have HR start on the transfer paperwork right away so we can have you in your new position by next Monday. There's a couple of new Egyptian artifacts on loan from the Cairo Museum arriving on Thursday afternoon and we're wanting to have them installed by the beginning of next month, so hopefully we can have you settled and able to rework the tour to include them by then.”

Steven nodded even though he knew she couldn't see him. “That shouldn't be a problem. Thank you again for this opportunity, Dr. Y/L/N. I really appreciate it.” 

“You're welcome, Steven. I honestly think you'll thrive in your new position and I'm glad you accepted it.”

“Me too.”

“The museum board is introducing me to some benefactors in ten minutes so I'm afraid I've got to run in a few, but I'm looking forward to hearing your ideas on how to improve the current tours. Maybe we can talk more on Friday? I'll be meeting with the Curatorial department that morning to discuss placement of the new artifacts.” Dr. Y/L/N paused. “You know, actually, now that I think about it since you're going to be involved with that anyway I'd like you to sit in on that meeting as well, even if it's just to observe and check out the new artifacts for yourself.”

“Certainly, ma'am.”

“Ok, great. I'll let Donna know that I've scheduled another meeting with you and that your shift needs to be covered on Friday. What's your current schedule looking like for next week?”

Steven rolled his eyes, grateful that Dr. Y/L/N couldn't actually see him. “Donna has me doing inventory all next week.”

Dr. Y/L/N hummed. “Ok, well then it shouldn't be a problem to find someone else to cover that.”

“No, ma'am.”

“I'll see you Friday morning, then. Goodbye, Steven.”

“Goodbye.”

Steven hung up the phone. “Wow,” he said under his breath. “Wow, wow, wowee wow.”

Marc chuckled in his head. You've hit the big-time now.

“I get my own office. I get my own phone extension.” Steven's eyes widened. “I get my own business cards. ‘Steven Grant, Visitor Engagement Specialist’.”

Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Steven nodded. “I still can't believe it.”

Believe it, buddy. Life is looking up.

Steven grinned. "It is, isn't it?"

He knew one thing for certain -- he couldn't wait to prove to Dr. Y/L/N that she had made the right decision.

[tomuraxashes]

In common

Horus: I despise you two. I have nothing to do with you, we are nothing alike.

Osiris: But Horus we are still your family, we share the same blood.

Horus: Couldn’t care less, I would rather deny it. But we have nothing else in common.

Anubis: We do.

Horus: Oh really?

Anubis: We all kissed Seth.

Horus, after a quick emotional shock-overdosing: you just can’t fuckin say that.. but - I kinda knew about the green guy but - *points at Anubis* - you? YOU? WHEN? HOW? WHY?

[moider-time]

Khonshu: I have issues.

The Ennead: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Khonshu: With you.

[karaischosenhistory]

"You've convinced us to live!...by showing us how fucking bad our funerals will be if you plan them, for fuck's sake."

-The Ennead definitely

[enneadau]

Incorrect Ennead Quotes (part 2):

Kaiba: I'll pay you

Ba-Khu-Ra: Pay me what?

Kaiba: Money

Ba-Khu-Ra: Done

[incorrectsotm]

Set: Face me Ra! I am Set, Egyptian God of Evil!

Blake Washington Jr.: That's actually a common misconception; Darkness, plagues, and foreign threat does fall under the sphere of-

Set: I regret this immediately.

Blake Washington Jr.: Set, but none of them are specifically "evil" by an ancient Egyptian viewpoint and the mythical Set-

Set: You are such a nerd.

Blake Washington Jr.: Would often help the other gods depending on the situation, the closest thing to a god of evil would be Apep, but-

Set: I'm just going to leave.

[ahsokasleftbicep]

Broken sinks and a dude in a white outfit

Steven Grant x reader/ Moon Knight x reader

Word count: 1549

Description: You are a new hire at the museum who befriends Steven (with a V). The two spend a late night at work. Then, next thing you know, you're being chased by a giant monster. You and Steven are trapped when something happens and then you see someone standing in front of you... but it's not Steven. (MOON KNIGHT SPOILERS!!!!!!!)

Notes: My first non-Star Wars fic! I hope y'all enjoy. I might write a part two, might not... who knows ;) Let me know what you think! Frankie out! ^-^

It was cloudy and rainy today, that’s not unusual for London. But some sun would be nice. Leaning your head against the pole of the bus, you watch as the rain keeps falling. The bus turns a corner sharply and jerks to a stop. 

“Arrived at Grand Russell Street.” 

You got off the bus and started walking, which turned into a slight jog to try and avoid getting drenched in the city’s normal weather. You had been hired as a tour guide and you were excited. Working at the British Museum is an opportunity of a lifetime, especially after the rough string of jobs in the past. 

Walking into the museum made you feel like a little kid again. Mythology always interested you, but Egyptian mythology was always so interesting. The amounts of gods and goddesses, the various Egyptian rituals, everything about Ancient Egypt if you were being honest with yourself. You looked around, spotting a blond woman behind the gift shop counter. She was talking to a man, almost angrily, and he didn’t seem like he was enjoying the conversation, but who would? 

“Excuse me, are you Donna Kraft?” you tightened your grip on your bag.

“Yes, oh, you must be the new tour guide. Y/N L/N,  right?” Donna smiled at you, though it seemed forced. You smiled in return and nodded. 

“Well, we’re booked on tour guides for today. So why don’t you walk around and get familiar with the place. I’ll go get your uniform for you.” The woman glared at the man behind the counter and walked off. 

You stood awkwardly for a moment, browsing the gifts before walking to the counter. The man looked up at you and waved sheepishly. 

“Uh…hello.” He cleared his throat. 

“Hi. I-I’m Y/N.” You held out your hand with a smile.

“Oh, I’m Steven” He tapped his nametag, “...with a V.” He kind of stared at you for a moment before sticking his hand out as well. “Nice to meet you.” 

You shook his hand. He’s kinda cute. “Nice to meet you too.” 

“Stevie! I thought I told you to do inventory, not chat up our new tour guide!” Donna walked behind the counter. Steven jumped back a little and shot you an apologetic smile. Donna turned to you and handed you your uniform. You grabbed it from her, and stepped back. You glanced at Steven.

“I guess, I’ll see you around.” You waved at the man. He smiled back with an awkward wave. 

“Laters.” Donna started chattering about him being late again. His eyes just followed you as you went to explore the museum. 

--

It had been about a week since you started at the museum, and you were enjoying it. You got to see Steven more, you liked him. You would see him every morning when you came into work, always giving him a wave before getting ready for your latest group of bored teenagers. You stayed after hours, you didn’t need to, but you would mostly talk to Steven while he was doing inventory. He honestly appreciated it. You were always nice to him and listened whenever he started rambling. He told you about his issues with sleeping and you were completely supportive. You gave him suggestions for how to get some rest, only after asking of course. After talking to you, he would stay awake for hours just thinking about you. The museum just closed, but you had some work to get done. You were somewhat procrastinating by talking with Steven and keeping him company.

Steven had started rambling again, talking and scanning the tacky gift shop items at the same time. 

“You know that poster of the Ennead outside?” 

“Yeah, the one that’s incorrect.” You leaned on your hand, smiling at the anxious coworker you’ve come to admire. 

“It’s a load of bollocks. There are supposed to be nine-wait. You know the Ennead?” Steven looked at you shocked at first, but then he smiled and looked excited.

“Of course I do!”You chuckled. “I work here, Steven. But I’ve always liked Ancient Egypt ever since I was a kid.” 

Steven was enamored, you were amazing. He forgot about his weird day, that encounter with the man from his dream. The weird creature he saw at his flat. Listening to you talk, even just being in the same room as you made him feel better. 

“Steven? Steven!” He snapped out of his thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I spaced out again.” He stood up straight. “W-what were you saying?”

“I have to head to the back to get some work done. Will you be okay up here?” You put your bag over your shoulder with a smile.

Steven nodded, “Oh yeah, I’m buzzin’ to stock some cheap statues.” He chuckled. 

“Ha, well it could be worse. You could be restocking those jelly things.” You started walking backwards, “I’ll be in the back if you need me. Have fun!” You said in a cheerful tone, waving.

--

Steven crashed through the door, “Y/N! Y/N! We gotta go, now!”

“Steven?” You jumped out of your seat, walking towards him. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He grabbed you by the shoulders, about to speak, until he heard a growl down the hallway. Your eyes widen at the sound and you stare at Steven. You peak out the door to see the creature walking down the hall, when it suddenly looks up at you. 

“Run!” Steven grabs you and you both start sprinting away from the creature as it gives chase. You round the hallway and hide behind a stand. The creature's footsteps are getting closer when the intercom comes on. 

“Steven Grant of the gift shop. Give me the scarab and you and your friend won’t be torn apart.” 

You look at Steven. “Scarab?”

His hands are shaking,”I-it’s a long story.” He takes his bag off and breathes deeply. He then throws this bag, the creature leaps from the darkness. You both stand, backing up as quietly as you can. Until Steven bumps into another stand. The creature suddenly turns and starts chasing you again.

The creature runs up the wall and jumps down, tripping Steven, taking you down with him. You throw whatever you could find at the bloody thing. What the hell is going on? You both get up and start running again, getting to the storage room. Steven opens the bathroom door, you both run in, slamming it shut behind you. 

“What in the bloody hell was that?” You back up as far as you can, staring wildly at the man in front of you. 

‘“No, what… Control of what? What are you talking about?” Steven spins to the mirror you’re pressed against, except he’s not looking at you. He’s not talking to you, it’s like he’s arguing with someone. 

“Steven? What’s going on?” 

He starts slapping his head. “Damn it! No! You’re not real!” He yells all sorts of things, wildly looking around at the mirrors in the room. “None of this is real!” 

“Steven! Stop it!” You don’t know what’s happening. It’s like he’s going crazy, like he’s talking to someone in the mirror. He stares at the mirror a long time before nodding. The banging on the door grows louder as you sink to the floor. I’m going to die here. You look up to see Steven looking back at you, he looks terrified and… confused. There are no words between you two and he looks up to the ceiling.

Bandages? Bandages start wrapping around Steven’s body. The door finally yields, falling to the ground and the creature stalks in. Its mouth drips and roars before lunging into the air, tackling Steven into the mirror. Broken glass rains down on you.

“Steven!” You shut your eyes and stay frozen in place. You hear… punches? Uncovering your eyes, you don’t see Steven. Something… a person? Covered in white bandages and a mask stands in front of you. The creature cowers and tries running away, but the figure grabs its hind legs and throws it to the ground right in front of you. The figure starts punching and the creature dies. 

You stay frozen to the ground, staring at the bloodied ground and creature at your feet. The only sounds are the water flooding the ground and the figure breathing heavily. It stands and looks at you. 

“We need to go. Now.” 

“W-where’s Steven? Is he- oh god.” You start to shake even more, tears build up and start dripping down your face.

“Steven is fine… we have to go.” The man holds out his hand, you gingerly take it and he lifts you off the ground. Neither of you say anything as you walk out of the destroyed bathroom, regardless, you don’t let go of the man. 

There are no words exchanged between you both, the man stands in front of you, looking around for more of those creatures most likely. You had no idea what just happened, or who the man was. He knew who you were of course, he saw you through Steven’s eyes. He looks back at you, looks at your eyes. Huh… No wonder Steven likes you. You stare at him wide-eyed and give him a nervous smile.

This is going to be a long night.

[tomuraxashes]

Horus, drawing:

👫🏻

This could be us,

But I don’t even know you really want it..

Seth: I never said to fall in love with me

Horus: You kissed me

Seth: I did

Horus: So now face the consequences!!!

Seth: Those being?

Horus: You kissed me which made me fall in love with you, and you being the first for me now I want it to be real, everlasting love and love together forever.

Seth:.. why did you draw a woman and a man tho?

[lera-vio]

I can’t -

This too accurate 😂

The Contendings of Horus and Set, artist’s depiction.

[tomuraxashes]

Why use names if u are the god of war

Seth: That friend of yours is pretty much weird.

Isis: Who do you mean?

Seth: Beardman. He kept following me for no reason. Creepy.

Isis: Who?

Seth: Walmart Jesus.

Isis: Huh?

Horus: Uncle means the foreign god. Who was by the way trying to tell us his name but ~ someone ~ kept telling we don’t care!

Seth: .. whatever, birdbrain.

[tomuraxashes]

Seth: And when I asked him why is he always following me, like he wanted to steal something, guess what did the beeardman say?

Horus: Hn?

Seth: That he wants to steal a kiss. Like.. really? Even you can flirt better with me, damnit

Horus, in shock: Uncle. Likes. The way. I flirt. With. Him.

Wow.

This is the happiest moment of my life.

Also I gotta beat the shit out from the Foreign God later.

I’m so happy.

I’m so in love.

[tomuraxashes]

Wonder why tho ~

Horus, doing some paperwork: What’s the matter with this? Looks kinda shady.

Isis: Yeah, that bad thing happened when Seth was the king, obviously. Mind some explanation, brother?

Seth: Dunno. I guess I was high that time.

Horus, smiling nervously: Ah, nevermind..

[ragnell]

Again, Jake is the show is introduced as a heroic badass. Arthur Harrow is seen spouting ableist and eugenicist ideas, and it is OUTRIGHT said he's up for killing children. He even says he would have killed Marc as a child, right before there's a blink where Jake beats the shit out of him.

Jake is first revealed to us when he kills Arthur Harrow, showing him as the hero who ultimately defeats BOTH Arthur and Ammit.

Arthur Harrow is not simply a villain with a philosophical difference. Arthur is presented SPECIFICALLY as persecuting our heroes, Marc and Steven, because they are neurodiverse and because of a mistake Marc made as a child. Arthur is shown USING the system's DID as a distraction from his activities when the Ennead questions him, inflaming prejudice against the traumatized and mentally ill in order to discredit them.

Arthur is specifically established to be Khonshu's previous Avatar to establish that he no longer passes the standards that Marc does.

Marc is shown getting into the Field of Reeds SPECIFICALLY to tell us that Arthur is full of shit, and that his philosophy is incorrect.

Ammit is IMMEDIATELY shown to be a fucking hypocrite by taking Arthur as her Avatar when Arthur doesn't.

Arthur's last statement before Marc decides against killing him is a promise that he and Ammit will continue this bullshit behavior, and seek revenge against the people who did the right thing by stopping them.

The show spends a whole lot of time making us hate Arthur AND Ammit, showing us that they are not simply wrong but prejudiced and hypocritical, so that we will LIKE Jake when he shows up and kills them. WE are MEANT to CHEER this, because Jake is doing what the audience wants to do AND what the narrative tells us is what needs to be done.

If you think Jake Lockley is evil you have completely misread the show.

Wait are they serious people out there that think Jake killed Randall?

I mean any fan theory is valid and but yall have worms in your head

[tomuraxashes]

Horus: Uncle you should really talk about your feelings!

Seth: My what?

Horus: I am serious.

Seth: Thought so.. anyways, I would rather kill myself. Seriously.