#righting ancient wrongs

[wingedblooms]

The river to Hel

This meta builds upon theories in Peering into a pit of hell, The space between, Forbidden secrets, Flower of life, Blooming dreams, Bright as the dawn, and Heart of the night court. It includes spoilers for hofas, so please avoid if necessary.

In Heart of the night court, I wondered if there could be a doorway to Hel under/on Ramiel that is linked to Temple of Chaos (Wyrd). I’m very curious about the Pass of Enalius on Ramiel, the heart of the land, that seemed to breathe—

like the pit at the heart of Chaos’s (Wyrd’s) temple seemed to breathe.

In the stone illustrations leading to the sacred peak on the Prison island, we see a Helscape beneath the land. Is it possible that the land above mirrors the Helscape below? And could the dark water in the Bog of Oorid, which flows underground, into the sacred peak in the Middle, and into other courts—including the Night Court—be the start of the path on the black river in Hel? A River Acheron Archeron, like @offtorivendell theorized long ago?

Nesta and Bryce make similar observations of the dark waters in both places:

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The black surface of Oorid is even compared to a mirror, just like the Temple of Chaos seems to mirror the Temple of Wyrd in Midgard. Is Oorid a reflection, near-mirror, of what lay beneath, like sister-glass?

As indicated by the mist, it is a thin place, which means the veil between worlds is thin there. The color of the water may even be from black salt. Bryce and Hunt use black salt in Avallen, combined with water, to travel to Hel in a dream.

Before the land was cursed by Fionn’s death, it was once a sacred place (like the three sister peaks). People used to lay their dead to rest in the bog.

Did its waters, like a solemn stag, once guide souls of the dead to Chaos’s (Wyrd’s) womb at Ramiel?

If this place does mirror, or bleed into, the path to Chaos’s (Wyrd’s) temple, then could the violence of Fionn’s death have defiled it?

Theia and Pelias may have violated the peace and beauty of this sacred place by ruthlessly killing the king who also seemed deeply connected to its land. It withered upon his brutal death, falling into a deep winter.

When he was drowned, Fionn was gagged and bound. What if his soul remains trapped in its watery depths, unable to make the journey home? Perhaps Elain, a lovely fawn with vibrant spring behind her, might be able to guide him to the womb of the Mother, her sacred temple, and right an ancient wrong. Could this act of peace purify the darkness of Oorid and thaw the winter gripping its soul?

#hofas spoilers #bog of Oorid #the Middle #a mirror image of the Helscape beneath #temple of Chaos/Wyrd #cauldron mother fate #elain archeron #the lovely fawn #righting ancient wrongs #high king fionn #traveling to Hel #the river to Hel

[theminecraftbee]

After forty-five minutes of no word, the three of them finally decide that someone should go check on Tango. Normally, Xisuma would have reluctantly advocated for just starting without him—it’s Tango, he’d probably gotten caught up in Decked Out work, he’d apologize and laugh it off later and wouldn’t change—but he’d seemed so genuinely excited this time. He’d rambled back at them the moment Etho had invited him to join in on the wither-mining. He’d promised he’d try to show up. He’d checked the time more than once.

It’s been a while since most of the hermits had seen Tango outside of his fortress. Or spoken to him for more than about twenty minutes if their name wasn’t “Zedaph”. Or—it’s been a while. That man is working himself to death, Xisuma swears.

(It’s… not Tango’s fault, Xisuma tells himself. He’d meant to have more done by now. The whole Empires fiasco had put a damper on that. Tango’s always been the sort to fixate a little on his latest project. Besides, all of the Hermits get caught up. It’s normal to occasionally go a week or two without talking to anyone else. It’s just that it’s starting to hurt a little, to reach out and get...)

(Xisuma will make up a better excuse. It’s why he volunteered to go check on him. Save Tango and Etho a little heartache.)

(Tango had been really excited—but so had Etho.)

It’s a short enough elytra flight to the Deep Frost Citadel. Xisuma takes a deep breath. He’ll probably have to locate Tango and convince him to come up from the outside. That place is a death trap already to half the server, and Tango’s normally in the maintenance tunnels instead of the main body of the cave, which are a death trap in a unique “largely unfit for habitation by anything breathing” way that Tango seems to be the only one who knows how to navigate. He’ll make sure he’s okay, and then…

Xisuma‘a thoughts come to a pause as he approaches. There’s someone else at the Citadel, standing near the base of the hill, just past where the borders of Tango’s snowy base fade into the grassland.

A few minutes of approach later, and it becomes clear it’s Tango. He’s standing oddly, his feet braced and arms unsteadily placed forward like he’s worried he might fall. When Xisuma lights another rocket, he looks up in Xisuma’s direction, but before really catching sight of Xisuma, he turns around and winces, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

“Hello,” Xisuma says as he lands. Tango turns to—not quite look at him? Tango is looking in the direction of Xisuma, certainly, but isn’t quite looking at Xisuma’s face. Maybe there’s too much glare in Xisuma’s visor today?

“Oh, hey X! How’s it hangin’?” Tango says.

“Oh, you know, I was just here to check on you. You’re a bit late to our demonstration.”

“What?” Tango says. “It’s—of course it has.”

“Did you get caught up?” Xisuma asks. He tries very hard not to sound disappointed.

“I—yeah,” Tango says. “Sorry, I swear I set an alarm, but if you’re here I must be later than I thought.”

“Probably nearly an hour by now.”

“I’ve been—a whole hour? Feels like longer,” mumbles Tango.

“The others agreed to wait if you’re coming, and you’re already outside,” Xisuma says. “We can get over there in a few minutes. It’s not too late. Put on your elytra and—“

“No!” yelps Tango, stepping back, stumbling, and then, eyes wide, looking around like he’s trying to find something. “I mean, uh. Not used to open-air flying right now. I was planning on taking the nether but I ran out of fireproof potions and don’t have the blaze rods to make more, so here I am. I promise I didn’t mean to be late, I just…”

Xisuma has no idea where to start. But. “Tango, you built the nether hub? You know you don’t need fireproof potions to get to the Ancient City we’re using.”

“Haha, yeah,” Tango says, and doesn’t elaborate.

“So I guess you were going to the shopping district, to get more blaze rods and their portal?” Xisuma says.

“Yeah, uh, then I realized I, uh, don’t. Remember how to get there,” Tango says. “And, well, you know how it is. Even when you have permission to leave it’s still kind of daunting!”

His voice goes high and a little squeaky. His eyes, Xisuma realizes, have had a sort of wild fear to them since Xisuma first suggested stepping further than where he’s standing. If Tango had pupils, Xisuma imagines they’d probably be darting. The rest of his facial expression does the work well enough.

Xisuma really doesn’t know where to start.

“And you’ve been stuck here for… nearly an hour?” Xisuma says.

“Yeah. Man, I got permission to leave and everything,” Tango says again, which, okay, very concerning phrasing, Xisuma’s just going to put that away for the time being though, because there are a lot of other things to unpack here. “And like, I wanted to see the Withers and a Warden fight! Who would win, right?”

He still hasn’t moved. As Xisuma’s talked, he’s gotten closer to looking Xisuma in the eyes, but it’s more like he’s very confidently looking at Xisuma’s chin. He keeps squinting and blinking when his eyes aren’t wide with a wild, lost sort of panic.

He’s also still rambling.

“Probably for the best I don’t leave, though. I mean, I held you all up, I’d hate to hold it up further because I got caught up. I can just go back; best to keep doing my duty after all. Sorry about that!”

Tango turns back towards his base, as though making that excuse was the excuse he needed to go back towards safer ground. Maybe another time, Xisuma would have let that be, but the thing is, Tango and Etho had both been so excited, and Xisuma can hear the disappointment in Tango’s voice. He doesn’t want to be making this excuse either. Xisuma has no idea what, but something’s wrong.

(Well, Xisuma has some idea, but while he may be a derp, he’s pretty sure it’s rude to ask someone whether they’ve gone blind, developed agoraphobia, gotten possessed, or multiple of those things at the same time. If someone doesn’t bring it up it’s not Xisuma’s business, right? Right.)

(He’ll just…)

“…no, we want to do this with you,” Xisuma says. “Do you need help getting to the cave we’re doing it in?”

Xisuma can see Tango warring between the pride that stops him from asking for help and whatever it is that had paralyzed him the moment he’d tried to step past his base’s borders. He can see Tango war between how easy it would be to claim he didn’t have time and how much he’d wanted to see the wither mining.

“It’s all going to be underground?” he says.

Weird question. File that away. “Yep! Inside an ancient city!”

“And I got permission to leave,” mutters Tango. “So it’s going to be fine once I actually get there.”

“I can even grab some fireproof potions from Cub’s shop when we’re done,” wheedles Xisuma.

“…fine. Lead the way. Uh, and, if you could hold my hand. It’s… very hard to know where I am outside of my base when it’s so bright,” Tango says, voice a little small, and okay, so a mix of all three. Xisuma really should pry, but he’s got what he came here for, and it’s not really his business, is it? He’s sure Tango’ll work it out in the end. He’s a smart guy.

“Gladly, my friend. Let’s go die to withers sixty times.”

Tango laughs shakily. “Yes, let’s!”

Xisuma laces his fingers around Tango’s hand and, suddenly aware of just how many things there are to trip on, starts walking towards the Ancient City.

Gosh, but this is going to take an hour, isn’t it? He sighs and pulls out his messenger to tell the other two. A thought strikes him.

“You know, next time you have this problem, you should text ahead. You can use text-to-speech, you know.”

Tango barks a laugh, louder this time. “Yeah, sure, that’s going to be on my mind. Yeah. I’ll do that.”

Well, good enough for Xisuma!

They make their way to the Ancient City together.

#hermitcraft #tango tek #xisumavoid #a bee fic #had this idea stuck in my head since I watched this episode yesterday #anyway Xisuma’s right it’s a mix of ‘base is eating him so he normally can’t leave’ #’no longer has effective daylight vision and it’s kind of painful’ #and yeah a bit of agoraphobia #once he’s in the ancient city for the record he’s fine and has a grand old time and the other two don’t even know somethings wrong #xisuma meanwhile (king of minding his own business) just Says Nothing At All #and tango gets home through the nether with heat resistance for his little ice problem #sure THAT won’t continue to be a problem or anything! #also for the record zed is aware tango’s weird but also has No Room To Talk so is just being a supportive friend #anyway once again. At SOME POINT I go into more detail on ‘the base is eating him’ #but not today!

[crazymanicherelmao]

ODYSSEUS???

#greek mythology #ancient greek #incorrect greek mythology quote #I AM RIGHT #YOU CANT PROVE ME WROBG #AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH #greek mythology fanfiction #greek pantheon #odysseus #epic the musical #epic the ocean saga #never wrong with dis #😔😔😔💅💅💅 #he slays #all #men #ye

[sesamenom]

Flavors of numenoreans (minus the druedain because i still haven't figured out how i want to draw them)

#silm #silmarillion #numenor #numenoreans #idk why mr. edainic is so small sorry #idk if rhunic is the right word for it but rhundrim sounded wrong-er #this would probably be sometime in the late elros era? #i imagine he would encourage a lot of immigration early on to bolster the population #the kingdom literally popped up from the sea and started with what. one city worth of people? #you have to get citizens from somewhere #so a lot of travelers ended up settling down there #plus a few ancient mongolian soldiers who somehow ended up in the union of maedhros (?) #idk if i missed something but i am still unsure how bor and ulfangs people ended up in the general himring area #sorry druedain ill add you when i decide on a design #maybe im just tired but idk who the druedain align with geographically

[theromaboo]

I've been looking at this map of the Roman Empire for a long time and I still have no idea what the fuck is going on with it. This is literally from Time Magazine. There is no way they can screw up so badly with a map.

So the red means "at death of Julius Caesar." Does that mean the land Rome had at the death of Caesar? No it can't mean that, because Roman land during 44 BC was certainly not made up entirely of Egypt, North Spain, and a bit of Central Europe. Rome didn't even have those yet.

Maybe it means land that was acquired after the death of Julius Caesar and before the death of Augustus? If they meant that, I think they should've said that, but it doesn't matter. If that's what they meant, it seems to make some sense.

So the orange means "at death of Augustus Caesar." They certainly didn't have all that in the East at the death of Augustus! So maybe it means land that was acquired after the death of Augustus and before the death of Trajan? Which (not including the Britain-sized elephant in the room) seems to make some sense.

But the brown means "at death of Trajan." What does that mean now? The Romans certainly did not acquire Italy after Trajan died! This ruins the entire pattern I was setting up!

I thought maybe the colors were just mismatched, but I have no idea how to match them back up. I thought maybe orange was supposed to mean "at death of Trajan," and red was supposed to mean "at death of Augustus," and that seems okayish enough (cough cough except britain).

But the brown can't mean "at death of Caesar," because they didn't have that much Britain in 44 BC! Or that much Germany.

(I'm just going to ignore how the Roman Empire is depicted as having both all that Britain and all that Germany at the exact same time... maybe the map is just depicting the land in Germany to be permanent to make it more simple. But if the color of lands acquired is supposed to change at Augustus' death, then Germany and Britain can't be the same color!)

Now that I look closer, what's that Galatia-shaped hole doing there in the East? Why isn't it colored in at all?

But, the brown. What's going on with the brown? Is there supposed to be an extra color? I think the brown was likely supposed to be "at death of Julius Caesar," but then someone fumbled by adding all that extra land especially in North-West Europe.

Maybe I figured it out? What the map is trying (poorly) to say? Brown is (attempting to be) death of Caesar. Red is (mostly) death of Augustus. And orange is (mostly) death of Trajan? Which is absolutely not what the key says but oh well.

But, if I'm right, how did all that slip through the cracks? How did someone make a map so poorly? How did everyone who looked it over give the green light? I must be misunderstanding what the map is trying to say. It's probably obviously correct to everyone else.

But, there's no way I'm the problem. What Roman Empire growth map shows Italy and Britain as the same color, but Egypt as a different color? I just don't understand what happened. Who made that map?

#it cant be that wrong! #im a single canadian teenager who studied ancient rome for a year just for fun #meanwhile the people making that article probably have 50 times more qualifications than me #but #i cant figure out a world in which this map is right #im at a loss for words #ancient rome #maps #roman emire #times magazine #roman history #misinformation

[ktempestbradford]

Ancient Egypt and Ostrich Feathers

Have a question for the Egyptologists and knowledgeable fans of Ancient Egypt about ostrich feathers.

(btw is there an Egyptologist Tumblr community? I follow @thatlittleegyptologist but don't know of any other accounts. HMU!)

When I was in Egypt last month I went to the Grand Egyptian Museum to take the very limited tour of the atrium they offer now. It... wasn't worth the money. Anywho, our tour guide did his best to make it seem valuable by talking a LOT about each thing he showed us.

Next to the colossal statue of Ramses II that dominates the atrium there's a table showing the emblems of royal iconography. The sun disk, the nemes headdress, cow horns, and a feather. He asks us if we know what that last one is and I or someone says it's the feather of Ma'at. Correct! Do we know what bird it comes from? The ostrich, someone else says. Why did they choose ostrich feathers for Ma'at and also certain crowns?

On this trip I had gone to the Nubian museum and thus had just seen several pieces of art from pre-historical peoples that utilized ostrich eggs, including a famous one that had three pyramids etched into it along with some animals. So I said something like: The ostrich has been an important animal even before the pharaohs. They relied on it for food and made art with the eggs. The tour guide (Mark) said: That's an awfully materialistic view. No, that's not why.

Now... I know I'm not an expert even though I know a lot about ancient Egypt. But "a materialistic view"? Like somehow it's not enough that ostriches provided food and probably were used in other, important ways? Why do you think Hathor is represented as a cow and there are cow horns incorporated in crowns? Because they look cool? wtf?

Mark then goes on to tell this story. Back in the dawn of civilization in Egypt the Egyptian man didn't have much to do during the day. (eyebrow raise) So he started collecting feathers from all the birds that flew above him in the sky. (...um... wait...) He would collect and then count the barbules and do you know what he discovered? Only the ostrich had the same number of them on both sides. That's why this is the feather of balance and justice.

Friends. I have never wanted to scream SHENANIGANS or at least CITE YOUR SOURCES so much in my life. Like... what?

Leaving aside the implication that ostriches were somehow flying above ancient Egyptians or that there was some point where men didn't have a dang thing to do all day but count the little hairs on feathers, I feel like this explanation is complete hooey. I mean, it could be that all or some of an ostrich's feathers have the same amount of barbules on either side of the middle bit. You might even be able to convince me that this isn't true for any other bird that someone from the Nile valley 6,000+ years ago had access to. But I'm going to need a ton of supporting evidence that this is the sole reason why the feather of Ma'at is an ostrich feather and not for the "materialistic" reasons I cited.

Also, I'm sorry, but I'm real sure predynastic Nile valley dwellers were far more concerned about food and shelter than coming up with complex reasons for using a certain kind of feather to represent a metaphysical thing.

However, I could be wrong! So I'm asking: is there evidence for Mark's version of events? Is this, you know, written somewhere in a papyrus or on a temple wall or another place? I would honestly love to read any papers on this subject, whatever the background on it.

As to the Grand Egyptian Museum, I really hope that whoever they hire to give tours when the whole thing opens are better at this than Mark. I wasn't impressed with his tour overall and eventually gave up listening to him once I saw that there was a gelato place open for business inside.

#Egyptology #Egyptologists #Calling for Egyptologists! #Egypt #Ancient Egypt #I need to know if Mark is right #okay kay what I really want to know is that mark is wrong

[radiohead-spiderman]

Guys what if I said Nobleflower was angstier than Jegulus

#i’m right #you’re wrong #siriusly though #harry potter #marauders #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #narcissa x alice #young narcissa #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #the marauders #angst #remus lupin #the most noble and ancient house of black #regulus cant swim

[adharastarlight]

i was possibly stalking thesequelnobodyaskedfor on insta and one of their reels had this gem:

and may i just say: the Black Family

#like!?!? #am i wrong? #no i am not wrong #im always right #marauders #the black family #the noble and most ancient house of black #regulus black #sirius black #dead gay wizards

[alicentswife1]

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘༓∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Margery Tyrell as Persephone the Goddess of spring and Queen of the Underworld.

#margery tyrell #natalie dormer #queen #persephone #greek mythology #ancient greek #greek posts #greek gods #mythology and folklore #GoT #got women defender #asoiaf #asoif/got #a song of ice and fire #beautiful women #I support ​women’s rights and wrongs #sansa x margaery #is the relationship we deserved

[noirandchocolate]

Master Kohga peels bananas the correct way (from the ‘bottom’) and when he sees Hylians doing it wrong and then complaining when there’s strings or the stem end is mushy from being yanked down too hard he is so mad. These losers. How do they not know this. Babies know it. How dare these fools disgrace the name of the mighty banana?

#kidk says stuff #((note this is tongue in cheek—HE thinks there’s one true ‘correct’ way I’m not being mean)) #master kohga #yiga clan #legend of zelda #age of calamity #my post-aoc Zelda goes to open a banana wrong during one of her lunchtime ancient Sheikah lessons with Kohga at the lab #and he just reaches over and gently takes it and turns it the right way up for her #’like this princess. it’s the yiga way. try it—you’ll like it.’ #she’s the only one he’d correct politely like that lol #then link comes over and starts cutting his banana into slices with the peel still on with his sword #and kohga is just apoplectic #is link really that stupid or is he doing it on purpose to get the master’s goat? koh is livid in part because he CANNOT TELL #IN CONTRAST— #MID-aoc Astor picks up a banana (not offered) and suddenly there’s a flash of the edge of a blade and the fruit’s in a million pieces #sooga like ‘the master’s bananas are not yours to touch’ #kohga like ‘yeah kinda rude to take that without asking prophecy man’ #then later sooga’s like ‘I’m sorry for destroying that banana master’ #and kohga goes ‘no no if you’d taken it back I wouldn’t’ve put that thing in my mouth anyway. ugh that guy’s so gross.’

[druidshollow]

"what would your character be like without their trauma?" is such a hard question for me because it makes me feel like a massive asshole LMAO

(im attaching a picture of a tundra literally to add context to my ramble in the tags because my posts are structured by a sane person) (you should read the ramble in the tags i talk so much about rivers fsr)

#like. rivers would probably just purpose funky things for the hell of it and study lizards and stuff #i think environmentalism would matter to him since he was created long before the great equalizer when there was like. actually a view #have you guys ever looked at a tundra for real theyre so pretty. i think the colours would be funkier though #purples and blues along with the reds and oranges i think but id have to draw it tio be sure its not ugly #anyways. rivers would probably be interested in nature conservation especially since the ancients destroyed the world- #but the iterators construction obviously had a massive part in that so hed feel ownership #him and glass wouldve got along VERY well in this circumstance since that matters a lot to her (specifically animal conservation though) #but at the same time glass doesnt exist without rivers trauma right. she cant exist if flowers isnt in his life because he Literally built #her (glass) just to be mean to rivers #doomed for real #i....... want them to be friends in the walky au. my massive block is trying to think of some reason nights Needs to leave his can because #he wouldnt if not required. and glass just wouldnt leave him. in no circumstance would they willingly separate from eachothers company #theyd ALSO need to be really fast because the only opportunity nights would get to get out is when odyssey goes to him to help her build #the weapon she needs to kill dune. (odyssey has the gift. the twins dont know anyone else who does((other than phrases obvsly))) #this happens a considerable amount of time after phrases and rivers escape. they have like. a month's time on them #odysseys like “if you guys are for real about leaving do NOT go straight south. dont. dont. dont. youre like 2 feet tall you WILL die” #nights is like “DEAR GOD SERIAL KILLERS??????” and glass is like “wtf youre only like a foot taller than us” #anyways i think glass and rivers would get along and rivers has a positive arc here right and realizes hes wrong and hes glad he didnt. #kill the twins. yeah its good you didnt do that dude #i jsut really really think theyd get along if rivers had the chance to associate her with anything but flowers horrid treatment of him #because in the normal story all he sees when he sees her is flowers. and like flowers could the twins can tap into his work and see his #files and logs and such whenever they wanted. they didnt do this very often- glass really never looked at rivers work unless she was told t #but rivers was just made SO paranoid by flowers abuse that thinking of being watched makes him feel sick and horrible #and his whole thing is trying to find a way to feel less horrible right so thats (part of) why he decides to get rid of them #hm. if rivers wassnt traumatized hed like nature and creatures. anyways #oc posting #look to the tags for the oc posting

[xenonmoon]

OH YES IT'S EGYPTOLOGY INFODUMP TIME

Khonsu had indeed more than one aspect (as most of the Egyptian gods after all) and the most common were this four:

Ḫnsw-pꜣ-ẖrd - Khonsu the Child Ḫnsw-pꜣ-jr-sḫr - Khonsu the Provider Ḫnsw-(heseb-ahau) - Khonsu the Decider of Lifespan Ḫnsw-m-Wꜣs.t-nfr-ḥtp - Khonsu in Thebes Neferhotep*

*I left Neferhotep untranslated because it's composed of the hieroglyphs for nft + ḥtp and they can mean different things depending of the context.

nfr can mean "good", "beautiful", "perfect", while ḥtp if it's a name it means "pity"/"mercy" or also "offer", "offering table", if it's a verb it can mean "satisfy", "being satisfied", "being contempt"

Most of my sources leave it like that (Neferhotep), some of them translate it as "the Merciful" (although it should've been more ḥtp yt in that case?), others "beautiful and contempt", others "parfait d'offrandes" (perfect of offer?) and others again "vollkommen Gnädige" (perfectly merciful?)

Every time Khonsu and his aspects comes up I think of the Bentresh Stela (the picture below is incomplete but you can easily google it)

It's a sandstone stela with hieroglyphic incisions telling the pseudo-epigraphical story of Bentresh, daughter of the king of Bakhtan and sister of Neferure who was married to Ramses II

At some point this girl fell ill and they couldn't find any cure for her, so the king of Bakhtan sent a messenger to the Pharaoh of Egypt asking for help.

Ramses called for all the learned men of the palace and a scribe to go there and figure out a way to heal the girl, but they came home reporting their failure because apparently there was a spirit possessing her causing her illness and the only way to cure her was through divine intervention.

"Alright then" probably said the Pharaoh, going to the temple of Khonsu in Thebes

So basically Khonsu Neferhotep stacked 4 layers of magical protection to Khonsu The Provider and sent him to heal the girl.

It's the only case I know where different aspects of a god exist at the same time and interact with each other

One thing I found funny about this story is that as soon as Khonsu The Provider arrived (through his statue carried from the temple) he casted a magical protection on the girl thus expelling the spirit from the body

And that spirit is super polite with him, greeting the god with a sign of peace and welcoming him to the city before deciding to get back to whatever place they came from.

So everyone rejoiced and started preparing celebrations, at some point Khonsu said to his prophet to tell the people to prepare an offering not only for him but for the spirit too

And as they made an offer for the spirit, the spirit went away in peace

But as the celebrations were over the king of Bakhtan refused to let the god go home and kept the statue and shrine in his kingdom for 3 years and 9 months.

Until one night he had a dream where a golden hawk flew away in the general direction of Egypt - so he figured it was time for Khonsu the Provider to go home.

So the god came back to his temple safe and sound and everyone was happy

Story finished, let's get back to the comic-

Ah

I bet the last one was the cannibal hymn derivative they mentioned in Vengeance of the Moon Knight

They sure are cannibalising the cannibal hymn quite a lot

#moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight 2014 #warren ellis #ancient egyptian #bentresh stela #egyptology #khonsu #xenon reacts #me being a nerd as usual but the wrong kind of nerd for this comic #or maybe the right one? #q tag

[toerrishumansodontbeone]

Is this cricket enough I do not know yet, but I promise I will try my utmost to make them even uglier the next time I draw them.

#she who became the sun #zhu chongba #first attempt at their face #bcus I was shown some terribly insulting fanart that went against the very core of this character n had to right this wrong myself #idk doodles #terrified of having to draw an ouyang(with a Correct mongolian haircut) too bcus I just realized aside from being hot by ancient chiense #standards...hes also like....26???????hellooo???? #he was cut at ten andI believe he remarks how hes been w esen for sixteen years...am I just going insane #that so young.... #dudļi

[aeoris4lovers]

thinking about verin having a little bit of paladin in him alongside being an echo knight.

his sense of honor and justice being his defining traits. his willingness to walk into a town that’s fighting a fight where a stalemate has been the best case scenario for as long as anyone can remember and saying “we’re going to win this.” him swearing to protect them and refusing to let his conviction be shaken even as the mounting threats weigh on him. his faith in the luxon being more based on ideals than religious belief, and how his commitment to those ideals must be genuine and not just blind faith, given that he can question them enough to understand why essek doesn’t feel the same. him being a “beacon of hope” for the people of bazzoxan, a light cutting through the darkness they’ve grown used to.

thinking about him, in the heat of battle, rushing to the side of a fallen soldier under his command, and a light suddenly reaching out from his hands to touch the soldier, closing their wounds just enough to keep them from fading away. him not knowing where it came from, keeping the powers close to his chest until he needs them most because he knows that people will talk, that they’ll make a big deal of him being “chosen” by the luxon when he doesn’t want to be a chosen one or even know if he believes that’s where they came from, and all he wants is to do his job well and protect the people under his care. thinking that maybe one day he can show them and get the respect and approval he craves, but not until he’s sure it won’t mean being whisked away from people who still need him.

i don’t know, i just think it would be fitting if he had a touch of paladin in him.

#someone pointed out that i got a timeline thing wrong here and you are absolutely right. im bad at real history and fake history #my understanding of the passage of time is 90% vibes based and ‘as long as anyone can remember’ is a fun dramatic phrase yknow?? #anyway #specifically a paladin with the tenets of the oath of the ancients #idk if the ancients would be fitting mechanically but the tenets? absolutely #i can see him mechanically being an oath of the watchers if its being in bazzoxan fighting demons that brings the powers out of him #obviously he’d still mostly be a fighter bc being an echo knight is what he was trained in and its the job he does every day #but i like the idea of him accidentally picking up a bit of paladin ability through his commitment to being a protector #cr meta #cr headcanons #verin thelyss #c2 #the mighty nein #critical role #echo knight #paladin

[chemischafval]

if you support gay rights you're going to like she who became the sun however if you support gay wrongs you're going to love it even more

#gay rights #gay wrongs #She who became the sun #Book #Fantasy book #Ancient China #zhu chongba

[eyesfuil0fstars]

Summer Wounds

Unlucky fools, you and I,

chased by the fire we started,

trapped under the ruins of the foundations we built,

cursed for daring to dream, to wish on falling stars,

as if we are any different and not a carbon copy of the people around us.

Not a product of our environment,

a fruit fallen from a tree,

a circle that goes on and on forever.

When September came with the first rain,

I started wearing my summer wounds like a shield. 

It was no wonder no one asked, 

it was no wonder nobody talked to me.

I didn’t want them to. 

I wanted to chant your name until you appeared in front of me,just as you were when I last saw you,

smiling like a blooming flower, 

shining like a full moon.

I wanted to chant your name 

until I had forgotten every bad thing we did, all the ways we made eachother bleed,

until I had forgotten my very name, 

until all I knew was your sweet taste and my brain was blissfully empty.

When I first prayed for us it was because I thought I’d break you, shatter you and watch as you fell lifeless in the sea.

Now I know I’ll be lucky if I survive this,

if I manage to pick up my pieces and come out unarmed when the rain ends.

Lucky if I manage to escape this fire,

Lucky if I make it out of these ruins,

Lucky if I break this curse.

Lucky if I see you again.

#literature #original poem #poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #notes #phoebe bridgers #spilled ink #spilled poetry #prose #unrequited love #love poem #love poetry #ancient greek mythology #lotus eaters #star crossed lovers #summer romance #right person wrong time #icarus and the sun #eyesfuil0fstars