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definitelynotamhafan · 9 months
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Punishment (Darkness pt. 1)
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“Hurting someone is easy…..But healing? You wouldn’t know about that, now would you?”
Alone. That’s what you first felt when you entered the world. When the first winds produced by the primordial goddess sent you to the Egyptian dunes scorched over by her light, when your eyes had opened for the first time, when the only thing shielding your eyes from the fiery ball of madness in the sky was the sun goddess herself.
Am-Heh, that was the name spoken in fear by many, even by Ra herself. Once a goddess which you trusted, which had suddenly banished you to the underworld.
Devourer of millions, Eater of enternity, The One in the Dark. As much as these titles swelled you with honor, as much hurt and pain they stabbed in your heart.
But now, those times of sorrow and pain are now over. Trapped in the underworld as you were, you didn’t have much to complain. You sat in your lake of fire and scorching lava, watching the bubbles blow from time to time, chatting your days away with whatever poor soul you could find, which had maybe gotten lost from the field of reeds, or escaped Osiris’s watchful eye. Your boredom however, was increasing moon by moon. And trust me, the dark confines of the land of the dead were really starting to piss you off. That was, of course, until you heard a scream.
Screams here were rare, since there were only dead people, who had nothing more to fear. Well, that was except for the newcomers who failed the weighing of the soul test. But of course, they never let out screams that loud.
You grabbed your headdress, pulling on your black shendyt, as you dried the lava off yourself. You tiptoed towards Osiris’s chambers, not knowing what the incredibly evil pea-looking bastard was up to. He wasn’t there.
I wonder why…
Your eyes gazed towards a hole in the sky, well, what you would call the sky of the underworld. There it was. After millennia of being stuck here. An exit. You crawled out, dragging your whip with you, which you managed to recover from a chest under Osiris’s bed, which hadn’t been hidden quite well.
The stars. You hadn’t seen them in ages. They looked even more beautiful than you remembered.
——— It has been at least a moon or two since you had escaped from the underworld, your betraying lover’s scorching eye searching restlessly for you each day.
“Honestly Ra, give me a break.” You mumbled to yourself, pushing back your grown out hair out of you face.
You groaned to yourself as you pulled the veil over your nose and mouth, preventing the specks of golden sand to creep where they shouldn’t be. Just as you were about to walk over to the Foreign God and complain about the poor condition of the tent which he had you in, you noticed a red haired beauty laying on his bed. If it wasn’t for red hair, you wouldn’t have recognized him in the first place, and yet….. how could you? You barely were there for Nut’s birth, let alone his.
You had only heard rumors, of course. Of the Great Seth, who Osiris was pretty much simping for. Every minute you would spend in your lava bath, casually trying to enjoy your exile as an ex-god, Osiris would strut in, waving his hips like a schoolgirl and twirling his nonexistent hair as he rambled on about how perfect Seth was. Damn. Now you could see why he was so obsessed with him. No wonder he acted like that.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a whistle from behind you, and a friendly shoulder pat.
“Well well, Am-heh. Like what you see?” The Foreign God asked.
“Shut it.” You elbowed him in the ribs. “The tent you gave me is ripped!”
“Awwwww, can’t you handle a little wind?” He teased, his hand tracing your shendyt.
“Paws off, this fine ass belongs to someone else.” You retorted. “And no. Sand has gotten in places I didn’t even know I had in the first place!”
“Alright, alright. You can sleep in my tent tonight, if you’re so insistent.” He winked suggestively.
“You smooth fucker.” You mumbled as you entered the tent, dragging the little luggage you had, only to be interrupted by a groan.
the red haired sleeping beauty was waking up, and he wasn’t exactly pleased.
“What the hell? Don’t you know how to keep quiet for at least half a-“ He stopped himself as soon as his red eyes landed on yours. They widened in horror as he realized what you were, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it in your direction, which happened to be a pillow.
You caught the pillow in one hand, effortlessly before chuckling.
“And who might you be? FG’s little boyfriend?” You teased. “What? You act like you’ve never seen a god before.”
“Y-you…..Y-You!” He stammered out. “You’re him! Am-heh!” He pointed at you, shivering.
“Relax, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you.” You chuckled, reaching to tuck out a red strand of hair which had gotten in Seth’s face.
He pulled away as if he had just been bitten by a venomous snake. He backed up against the wall, staying as far away from you as possible.
“I know about you! I read the scrolls-! And the hieroglyphs on the temple walls! And-“ he raised his voice.
“I know….I know…” you tried to calm him down, putting your hands out in a protective manner. “See? I’m harmless! I can’t do anything.” You showed him you hand, which was marked by a curse.
Its black veins molded in with your skin, the ink-like substance making your very existence a pain in the ass. The little flakes and specks of silver and gold, which had been your only map to the sky in your exile to the underworld. His Ruby red eyes stared at your open palm, his own cursed one reaching out to examine it, only to pull back away.
“I don’t trust you.” He hissed.
“I know.”
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egyptologylessons · 3 years
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Hello Egyptology Lovers, This is the 7th comic strips of “The Tales of Tw𓊕 Scribes”. A comic, primarily about a father (Seti - a scribe) and son (Ramses - a student), which includes their immediate family and supporting characters. The comic tackles ancient egyptian beliefs, cultural nuances and iconographic images. It also incorporates hieroglyphs with the words, to help the reader learn the language. Included In the comics are actually images of daily life from temples, tombs and a myriad of artifacts (clothing, scenery, tools, etc...can you spot them?) Much of the Imagery is replicated from real artifacts: 1. The statue of Taweret, the hippocampus goddess This comic is in collaboration with an upcoming artist @murrayjanez (follow her and/or request an art project), and my egyptological knowledge. Enjoy the comic, like, comment and share. “Life, Stabilty, and Health” 𓋹𓊽𓋴 to you All 𓎟. #Egypt #egyptian #ancient #ancientegypt #hieroglyphics #ägypten #thisisegypt #egyptologist #myegypt #egyptianhistory #egyptology #explore #hieroglyphs #egypte #loveegypt #discoveregypt #egitto #埃及 #مصر #egipto #explorepage #comics #comicstrip #egyptiangods #egyptiancomics #pregnancy #childbirth #taweret #hekat #bes https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ80htTLQUU/?utm_medium=tumblr
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sindrelf · 4 years
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The looks of these two characters are based on #AnubisDogOfDeath reader Kellie and her dog Dunkin. Do you want to be in the comic? Then check out our Cameo reward tier, the Collector Pack reward tier, or the Design Your Cover reward tier on Kickstarter. www.kickstarter.com/projects/sindrelf/anubis-dog-of-death-2 @jbballaran #comicbooks #comics #indiecomics #kickstarter @kickstarter #anubis #egyptiangods #gods #graphicnovel #dog #dogs #funny #corgi #handbagdog #crowdfunding #cute (ved Comics on Kickstarter) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFzoMH0BZjp/?igshid=1udvhv6agtk27
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