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Horus at the Temple of Edfu, on the banks of the Nile Egypt. November 2019, Photo by Vision of Splendor
A match of Senet beneath the first morning light. The Moon God and his pupil share a quiet story as they await the rise of the Sun, readying themselves for a new day of duty. Beyond the gates of Aker, another battle has passed.
No one looking at the damn food
redraws
Based on that emo student loan debt meme that I can't find now
Thought a little about my Horus the Elder because when I was getting into Egyptian mythology like ≈95% of sources I read didn't even include him so I didn't really think about him and the concept of the fact that Horus has probably more separate pieces of himself in Egyptian religion than Osiris does.
So I came to conclusion that he either just wasn't there either he died somewhere during his childhood. He's probably in duat right now but no one really knows.
The four don't really remember him, his face, voice, all that. He is at some family frescoes though so they sometimes look at them and are like oooohhh right Horus... Right. ....
Isis named Horus after him though.
there's a level of angst to being anubis i think. imagine you are born into a stable yet loveless family. your mother loves you, sure, but your father's love feels hollow. at a young age, you figure out your father doesn't really love your mother, and by extension, you, because you are your mother's son more than you are your father's. you have no idea why he doesn't, but you want his love—desperately. you've seen other families, see how they love one another; laugh with each other. why can't you get that love, too?
you spend all of your childhood trying to chase after his love, but it's just not good enough. sometimes, there are days where you have to go out as a family, and that's the only time your father places a hand on your head or shoulders and smiles at you. it's a fake smile, but you can pretend he means it.
you're a teenager now, and your father's gotten more distant; more angry. he tries his best not to show you—that's the only reason why you know he actually does loves you—but he's terrible at managing his emotions. your mother cries at night and prays to the other gods about why your father isn't so obedient to her anymore. you get a sinking feeling that this marriage, this family, is doomed. not just because of your father, but because of your mother, too. you wonder if you're the reason for this curse; for this unhappiness. it would make sense.
as an adult, the three of you hardly speak to one another. your father gets assigned to ra's baroque and is never seen around. you go with your mother to the duat to help with funerary rites. down there, there are whispers of your mother's infidelity, that your true father is actually osiris. she tells you that those are just that: rumors. on lonely nights, you entertain the idea of being osiris' son, of horus the younger's half-brother. would that change the situation you found yourself in? no. no it wouldn't. osiris is nice, and you come to him a lot for advice, but he doesn't particularly strike you as the type who seems fatherly—and neither does he.
you have a couple of other co-workers on the job. ma'at, thoth, ammit... then there's the four sons of horus. they work with you to guard the organs. secretive as they are, they are well-liked, no doubt because they are that: the sons of horus the elder. sometimes, hte comes into work and greets them, and you get a burning jealousy watching how lovingly he interacts with them. for some reason, it really bothers you more than usual. you can feel it—some sort of connection that intertwines you all together outside of just being related job-wise.
then, hte gathers the ennead and proclaims who's the other father to his four sons. it's seth. everyone freezes and looks at the other god—who vehemently denies it. he's been married to nephthys ever since then, and he's never slept with anyone else. this is also when you learn about your father's past—his role in being the former king's right hand, his second-in-command, other half. suddenly, it all makes sense. you want to laugh and cry at the same time. no wonder! your father must resent you for being your mother's son, for having nephthys steal him away when they split. he's never gotten over horus, never had wanted to.
hte asks seth to reconsider their relationship together. the way he looks at your father is sickening—but what is more sickening is how soft your father looks back at him. you've never seen him make that face towards you or your mother, and it's enough to make you want to throw up. most of the ennead supports your father and the elder horus' relationship more than they did his and nephthys', and it looks like in the near future, the latter will formerly dissolve because of this. while you might pretend to be happy that this unstable marriage will come to a close, what will happen to you then? will the elder horus accept you as his son as well, or will he see you as your mother's son instead?
perhaps this is karma for being born the way that you were.
Go Egyptian gods go!
Old man Ra being an old man.
I really like how I drew Horus and Seth in here, a good scale of how far I come from when I was in elementary school. I also try new styles that I have seen on both Deviantart and Tumblr, like the flowy, ethereal/regal, lively look (I'll try to find those artists again if they're still up for refrence)
I freaking LOVE Egyptian Mythology and world history so much, thanks to my favorite show/media, Time Warp Trio, Magic Tree House, Tutenstein (although i only got to watch so few before I ever saw it again ;_; )
Comment if you ever saw these shows/books as well as share your obscure media!
shipping chart stuff p1
¿por que te vas? / por que te vas...
No fucking way were finally getting an Egyptian mythology musical you must know how long I asked the universe for that
Foaming at the mouth rn bc I’m writing a musical and I want to share it but I’m scared 😭 If it’s not well received I WILL cry if I’m honest.
It’s Horus x Set and so so good if I do say so myself
I want to do an Egyptian illustration but I feel the need to have some designs first, here are some sketches from the past couple weeks:) it’s kind of a hot mess right know lol, I’m really trying to emphasize shapes and create genuine outfits/accessories.
''I find it ironic that your opponent's sins are always discussed, but… what about yours?''
if you wanna more context for this sketch, go to @/ava-is-up-to-something 's post about Isis being beheaded for her own son.
After pondering this long and hard I've come up with three possible explanations for what happened to the old head:
Horus never gave it back. It's in a chest of drawers in his house somewhere. He remembers it every time he has to do spring cleaning.
Horus did give it back; Isis has two heads now. She's like that princess from the wizard of oz books who wears different heads every day instead of different outfits.
Horus was going to give it back, but he lost it somewhere. It's now in the place where all lost Egyptian things go (the archives of the British Museum).
sometimes horus hears ominious humming coming from deep within the storage room, but he pays no mind to it
maybe he should clean it out. one day.
Hey do you ever think there was an extremely awkward moment where Set realized that at least* two of his wives (Nephthys and Taweret) were helping to raise baby Horus behind his back?
Like, imagine it. Isis has decided her son is finally prepared to face Set. She has presented him to the Ennead. The court case to decide which one should hold the kingship has begun.
And as Set is watching Horus, trying to calculate what to do (he's not good with words so. best bet is probably just to punch him in the face really hard when no one is looking. oh no, the annoying child is dead! of completely unidentifiable causes! we can all go home now!), he notices that Taweret is, like, always slipping Horus honey candies whenever Isis isn't looking? And she keeps ruffling his hair affectionately with her hands?
And, also, Nephthys is correcting Horus's posture on how he holds his weapons? Like, he'll be holding a spear or a khopesh (wrong! cause he's stupid!), but then Nephthys will make eye contact with him while miming how to do it properly, and he corrects himself? And when his belt sash comes undone she'll point at her own so he fixes it? And she thinks she's being sly about it but SET CAN SEE HER DOING THIS???
Why is this happening? What does it mean? Because to be honest Set hasn't been speaking with his wives a lot recently. There were really long periods of time where they didn’t see each other, since he was busy stalking through the marshes of the Nile Delta trying to hunt down and kill this kid. And, now that he thinks about it, he doesn't really know exactly where they were when that was happening. And-- Oh. OH GOD.
*I say "at least" because there are a lot of goddesses who you could speculate are Set's consorts based on various evidence, and the amount of goddesses in the Egyptian pantheon who are said to have helped/watched over Horus at some point is basically all of them. So the number of women this happened with is potentially infinite.
Also if you're wondering about Set and Taweret, Plutarch says that they had a relationship at some point, and it kind of makes sense if you consider that Taweret is supposed to be a very fearsome guardian, hence her association with female hippos (who are very violent when they protect their young), and Set also is very fearsome, hence his association with male hippos (who are also violent but minus the protecting their young part).
I blacked out and this showed up on my notebook.
Sketch doodle during work, lol
I'm watching Adventure Time and I just made some parallels...
Horus and Anubis
Thoth and Set but yuri (Seshat and Sekhmet?)
Thoth and Maat
Thoth and Ra
I'm brainrotted sorry but do you see my vision
Do you ever think about how Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep may have been the first ever recorded gay couple in history, and how the paintings on their tomb walls show them listening to a song about Horus and Set as they eat dinner? And how the story of Horus and Set the ancient Egyptian's idea that homosexual intercourse could only ever be violent, a tool of humiliation, and yet, in the story, their union creates the god Thoth, who settles their conflict, peace and goodness coming out of what is supposed to only be violence? And that perhaps they recognized that, finding a way to see themselves in the stories their society gave them? Do you ever think about that? Do you ever lie on the cold ground and stare up at the sky, thinking about how we how we have been doing this forever and never stop?
Full English Translation of the Kahun Papyrus's "Tale of Horus and Set" (the Horus/Set gay sex papyrus)
The "Tale of Horus and Set" is two surviving "pages" of a Middle kingdom papyrus that was found at the site of Kahun/El Lahun with the rest of the "Kahun Papyrus"/"Kahun Papyri" collection. It's pretty small, and one page is almost completely destroyed, but what can still be read of it is a version of the Horus vs. Set lettuce myth. There is some debate about whether it is a piece of a magic spell or of a longer narrative. If was part of a spell than the story was probably not very long, but if it was a narrative text then this would be the only surviving part of a a much larger story (perhaps similar to the Contendings of Horus and Set).
This translation was done by me. I speak Middle Egyptian, although I am not an Egyptologist. As far as I'm aware there is no publicly available full English translation of this story (there was the original Latin one in 1898 and then some partial English ones you can find in various papers), so I've created this for anyone who's curious. While doing this, I tried to find as many other translations as possible to compare notes, and have left notes to explain where other translations disagree with me.
Most of the first page is so destroyed that what’s left is basically just gibberish. The gibberish looks something like this:
(1) … him (2) …he/his [something] (3) …that, with regard to it, is made(?) (4) …this [some type of person?]. I, moreover, will give (5) …to you against the stomach. Look, you (6) …[something] which has been repeated, without that, when I give (7) …stomach. You are upon the water, giving…
Sadly Egyptian is a language where meaning depends heavily on context, so brief snatches of only a couple words like this could have many, many different meanings depending on what the other words around them were.
The fragment proper begins on the last line of the first page.
(8) Then the Majesty of Set said (1) to the Majesty of Horus, “How beautiful your two buttocks are! Make wide (the space between) your two feet!…” (2) Then the Majesty of Horus said: “Wait, so that I may tell this [to my mother.” And he returned] (3) to their house. Then the Majesty of Horus said to his mother, Isis: “[What should I do?] (4) Set [has come], so that he may ‘become acquainted’ with me.” Then she said to him: “Be careful! Don’t approach him about that. [But], after he tells you that (5) again, you must say to him: ‘That would be utterly too difficult for me, because you are too heavy. (6) My strength will not bear your strength,’ you will say to him. "Then, after he has given you strength, (7) you must shove your fingers between your buttocks. Indeed [it] will cause… it to him like… (8) ...Indeed, it will be highly sweet upon his heart… (9) this semen which comes forth from his phallus, without letting Ra see." (10) [Then the Majesty of Set said:] “Come, do not [be afraid] of me (11) … I [will stop] that which I produce."
The papyrus becomes more damaged and disconnected as it goes on. It seems like Isis is advising Horus to "catch" Set's sperm in his hands, so it can't get inside of him, similar to what he did in The Contendings of Horus and Set, but since the end is so disconnected it's hard to tell if there are any significant differences in how that plays out here from Contendings.
The word the story uses for "strength" is pHty, a word that specifically means male sexual strength or strength with a sexual connotation. Ancient texts frequently describe Set as having a lot of pHty (he is often called aA pHty, "great of strength"). pHty sounds similar to pHwy, the word for "buttocks," so “My strength will not bear your strength” is wordplay, it sounds a lot like "my ass will not bear your strength." That line could also be read as "my strength will not be equal to your strength" since rmni can mean both "to support" or "to equal."
In “Homosexual Desire and Middle Kingdom Literature” by RB Parkinson, which has a section about this story, Parkinson believes "strength" in the line "after he has given you strength," may be referring specifically to Set's semen or phallus, (so “giving strength” means Set penetrating Horus.)
At the very end of the fragment it seems like Set shows back up again (there's a divine name determinative there but the divine name itself is missing). What he says is very unclear, but for the sake of completeness I have tried to make an attempt at filling it in. In the original 1898 Latin translation (from "Hieratic Papyri from Kahun and Gurob"), Petrie guessed that the first thing Set says might’ve been “don’t be afraid of me,” which fits the context, although I’m not sure what word would be used for "afraid" there. Given that there’s a force/activity determinative visible in the second thing he says, although the rest of the word is missing, I have made an extremely tentative guess that he’s promising to pull out.
The two big places where my translation deviates from other translations are right at the beginning:
After complimenting his ass, the second thing Set says to Horus appears to be wsx rdwy.ky, and what that is supposed to mean in this context is very hard to decipher. Parkinson translated it as “broad are your thighs,” but I don't think it makes sense to use rdwy to refer to thighs, it seems to always be used to mean feet and feet related things, not other parts of the leg. So I think it is more likely that this referring to stance, and what he's saying means something like "widen your stance" or "spread 'em."
In response to what Set has just said, Horus tells him to "sAi" (𓊃𓅭𓄿𓀸𓂻), which my dictionaries tell me means "wait." The 1898 translation has something like “Away with you!, I will tell that to my mother!” here, which is iconic, but that’s because Petrie didn’t recognize this word and had to guess what it meant; because sAi looks like sAw (𓊃𓅭𓄿𓀸𓀜) a word that means “beware!,” but with a 𓂻 legs determinative, he guessed it to mean "go away." (He explained his reasoning in his translation notes, it's pretty cool to read). Parkinson translates it as though the word just was sAw; he has Horus say “watch out, I shall tell this”, so I think he assumed the legs were a mistake. But "wait" also works in this context so I don't see any reason to assume it wasn't intended.
I was able to read this papyrus using Petrie's scans and hieroglyphic transcriptions from the plates volume of Hieratic Papyri from Kahun and Gurob, linked here. The plate for this papyrus is on page 24. (You may notice that the hieratic scans have different line numbers than the transcriptions; I've used the numbers on the scans.)
To make it easier for people to check my work if they want to, I've also made this alternatively formatted version, showing the translation line by line beside the hieroglyphs. The glyphs have been reformatted slightly to be all horizontal and left to right. I've marked the parts where my transcription differs from Petrie's in red:
saw this meme and thought of them
Guess I'm gonna post my edits here too
Связаны - Щенки ♬
(word count: 1,548)
From a lonesome, hidden balcony located somewhere on the outskirts of the palace, one could see a familiar sight: Seth, being heckled by his adoring wife into visiting the servants, trailed by their hesitant son. For many of Egypt’s regulars, this was a normal sight to behold—the fearsome desert god, He Who Has Caused Destruction, the murderer, transformed into something better. Greater.
It made the elder Horus scowl deeply.
If Seth felt his presence—he surely did, he must have—he did not react. Instead, his attention was solely focused on rebuking Nephthys, his tail swishing furiously. Horus knew all too well that it was nothing more than playful deceit, and he could only narrow his eyes as his gaze drifted over to the goddess. His sister had always been the simpler out of the two, but to see her laugh so casually with him was…
“Uncle,” a quiet voice startles him, causing the older god to whip around. Horus bristled; not a single soul on this earth knew of this place, unless of course you were—
“Nephew,” Horus the Elder nods simply, turning his back on the younger and adjusting his gaze. By now the trio had long since moved on, but he kept his eyes glued upon the spot where they once were—where he once was.
The younger Horus moved silently to stand beside him, a mutual understanding blossoming between the two. If Elder Horus could, he’d laugh at the absurdity of the situation: Isis, giving birth to Osiris’ son, and naming the poor, weak babe after him. It was as though the universe had taken his Ba and stuffed it into the young god before him. He was practically a walking, living, breathing carbon copy of his uncle—a great offense, seeing as how he was very much alive and well.
Horus the Younger let his own eyes meet the spot the Elder was staring at, and although he had arrived at the scene of the crime far too late, he seemed to have grasped what had occurred. Leaning onto the railing, he kept the tense yet peaceful silence for a moment before speaking.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
Again, if Elder Horus could, he’d start cackling.
“... Yes,” the older god acknowledges slowly, his fingers flexing against his palm. If he had been much younger, much more arrogant, he would’ve punched the younger square in his jaw for even mentioning him. Uttering Seth’s visage upon one’s tongue was a heinous crime and deserving of a fate worse than death. Now though, he no longer had any right to think so. Thus, he kept his mouth rightfully shut. “He had always been.”
This causes the younger Horus to tilt his head slightly—inquisitively. Curiously. Hungrily.
He decides to indulge him.
“He hasn’t changed in thousands of years,” elder Horus mutters, searching for the sandy red hair amongst the crowd. “He couldn’t have changed in thousands of years. I know him like I know the back of my hand, little one. Seth’s a stubborn mule, you’ve come to find out. Not many things worm his way into his heart.”
Horus thought for a moment. “Do you think that…?”
“God’s no,” the older exclaims in disbelief, “Not a chance. Nephthys—gods bless her—she’s not exactly… his type. Too boring, too plain. Words taken out of the horse’s mouth.” Horus frowns, clenching his hand into a tight fist. “That’s why I don’t understand. He’s not… He’s really not…” He falls silent, turbulent memories swirling within his heart.
It’s true, the younger had to admit—the god before him knew his uncle far too well; even on a scope that not even he, himself, could ever achieve in his lifetime. The thought makes him feel uneasy; a pang of unwarranted jealousy flooding his body. Horus wishes he could take his uncle’s place—perhaps then things might’ve been better, no matter how irrational he thinks otherwise. To hold him, to worship him… it should’ve been him doing that. The feeling makes his guts squeeze and mash together in a hot mix of adoration and lust that he struggles to hold down. Horus the Elder’s chuckle is the only thing that snaps him out of his reverie, his face one that of understanding.
“I loved him,” he continues. “No, I still do. Even after all these years, I wish I could go back in time and not have thought so rationally.” Elder Horus shakes his head sorrowfully. “Many around me praised it; told me it was a necessary sacrifice. Without your father as king, they said, Seth would’ve ran Egypt into the ground, bathing Egypt in a sea of innocent red. But no, I don’t believe that, not even for a second.”
He turns to the younger, placing a hand gently upon his shoulder. “Do you know how long the events of that period in time keep replaying in my head? For eons now, it feels like. Once upon a time, it used to be a nightmare I’d struggle to wake up from. Now, though, it is nothing more than the comfortable blanket of grief I wrap willingly around my body. I’ve always dreamt of a time where I let him rule—sometimes we co-rule, other times he does so alone. But all in all, I am still there, still pacifying him.”
“In the end, he would’ve made for a fantastic ruler, believe me. It is because I would’ve been there, guiding him; coaching him. As impulsive as he is, he would’ve still come to me, even if I had ascended into the heavens; asking me questions well into the night, even if the candle had long since burned out.”
Closing his eyes, the elder shakily inhales. “I always picture what happens next: Seth, curled up into my arms. It’s the only haven he’s known for so long. He had always looked up at me so softly, so sweetly, you see. So lovingly; so unlike him to most. Did you know he could smile, that brute? His lips always curled upwards in a subtle way when he did, and his nose would crinkle slightly, along with his eyes. That smile had always been reserved for me.”
The air is deathly silent.
He hadn’t realized until the tears had begun to wet his cheeks that he had been crying, out of all things. It shocks even the younger Horus to see, who recoils slightly. To see the older war god, the pillar of Ennead after Ra, crying so easily… A weak-hearted man would’ve fallen to his very knees at the sight. Horus the Elder cherishes these tears, though; a weak, strangled laugh twisting out of his tight throat. He’s no stranger to crying—he doesn’t believe such things dictate masculinity—but to be so vulnerable in front of his descendant is… humbling, in a sense. For both of them.
It takes him a while to wipe those tears, his heart bleeding out and oozing for Horus to see. The younger acknowledges it, although hesitantly, reaching up and placing his hand on the opposite shoulder. His palm is warm, lacking the calluses of a true war god. The Horus before him is youthful; vibrant—nothing like the broken older god he had now become. It makes him feel even more bitter, but that bitterness quickly ebbs away into nothingness. He doesn’t let himself succumb to such things anymore—he cannot afford to.
“Little one,” he manages to rasp, lowering his head in defeat. “Let me warn you of the path you will inexorably take. It will not be easy—no, far from it. Too much time has passed for him to open up his heart again. Whatever vestiges of love he feels for Nephthys are nothing more than the little lies he tells himself. You are my shadow; my half. He will be haunted by me—by you—for as long as you both live. It’ll be hard for either one of you to become close; it is the lesson he has learned: never again.”
Horus the Younger nods solemnly, sincerely. “Uncle, I understand,” he replies, squeezing his shoulder. “I would be stupid to think I ever had a chance with him. But still, in my heart… you know it well, too: he’s the only one for me. I might not have had the same opportunities as you, but it’s still there—that fire, that passion. Even so, I want to understand. I want to be there for him—I know I can be.”
This time, his laugh is louder; a deep, boisterous sound that echoes throughout the air. It matches that of a powerful being who had once ruled the land with an iron fist and a strong heart; one whose Ba is full of timeless sorrow and a sense of inescapable acceptance. Horus feels the chills run down his spine, momentarily awed by the power the elder had once wielded—power that is now his.
“Ah, gods bless you, Horus,” Horus the Elder muses as he wipes away the remaining tears. He turns away from the balcony, giving the younger a firm pat on the shoulder. “You have my blessings, little one.”
Before he can even utter a question, the elder god is gone within a blink of an eye; the only evidence of his visit being the light wind that causes the linen curtains to sway gently in the breeze.
Since I was absent, dumping this on you cause I can't reblog from my old-sideblog but I need this here
Doodles!