Ashes and Ink

The crocodile snaps its jaws onto my torso, but I catch my feet in the mud beneath the water and stop his momentum. With some painful, bloody struggling I pry the teeth out, a punch to the snout to disrupt him, and he releases in time for me to grapple those killing jaws shut. He tosses and turns, but another punch to the top of the skull makes him backpedal into the deeper muck. I collapse panting, bleeding from shredded sides, and watch the water for further movement. The god rises from the muddy waters plume-first, body now human, head still cold-blooded. He grips a reed staff, almost white-knuckled. His breathing only takes a moment to settle. “Why won’t you love yourself?” He bellows, half a hiss. “I don’t think I can.” “Have you tried?” “Not really.” “Why not?” “I’m scared.” He doesn’t let me speak further. His clawed hand grabs my arm, and He drags me off the bank. I tumble into the muddy water and slide behind Him. As we continue, the pain fades. The gashes are gone when my torso resurfaces. Suddenly, He jolts me upright. Guides my head to direct my gaze. There floats a lily, disconnected from the water. Pure and perfect. I don’t hear the rest of what He says. I admire the flower until I am jerked upwards by His arms once more, and He throws me aside into the deeper waters.

Mummified Crocodile

Mummy of a crocodile, sacred animal of the god Sobek, mainly worshiped in Kom Ombo and in the Faiyum. It is wrapped with linen bandages with geometric patterns, drawing rhombus, and the head has been redone stressing the eyes and mouth.

Horus: Oh, definitely Thoth. I would never hurt Sobek.

A short one off comic starring everyone’s favorite agent of chaos. I may have been inspired slightly by recent drama (I have it on good authority that Set enjoys a good drama)

Dua Sobek, who resides within the Sun’s glint on water, and in the fiery passion of our hearts.

Was having a spat when he reminded me to ground myself. Venting is good but getting myself worked up over something I have no control over isn’t. His is a stern but loving voice and is enough to break me of any emotional turmoil, a reminder that I need to get up and dust myself off because my life isn’t over and everything will continue.

@mishivae yes, that is the mythology, but that doesn’t mean ppl don’t still work with him. As someone who works with both Osiris and Set in the same shrine, I assure you that I’m okay with giving a light to said killer. and so are a lot of other folks

All of the NTRW have engaged in shitty behaviour, all of them are known in some respects for being murderous. It’s part of their duality. It’s part of the duality of a functioning system (for those of you who read the WP, read: ma’at) and that’s why our mythology and gods can have contradicting aspects, both beneficial and detrimental. because we all have them. cuz you have to in order to survive >.>;

you pray to killers so that you can be a better killer, obvs

you realize egyptians themselves prayed to set, yeah??????????? you seemingly also forgot the end of the myth where set was accepted back into the pantheon because he and horus reconciled, yeah??????

A troll cat, also known as a milk rabbit or troll ball, is the familiar of a witch in Scandinavian folklore. 

Description

They are created from “human hair, nails, wood shavings, and the like” by witches; and they were said to suck milk from cows and steal cream from households. 

There are said to be different types of troll cats - the trollnøste and trollnøa indicate their shapes: those troll cats looked like balls of yarn. Another type of troll cat had the shape of a regular cat; a difference between the two was that injury done to the cat-shaped troll cat would cause the same injury in the witch, whereas damaging the ball-shaped troll cat had no effect on her.

It was also thought that shooting a troll cat would cause milk to spray from its wound.

A story collected in Norway, 1929, has a witch, named Lispet Snipånn, who had her farmhand collect all the wood shavings; on Thursday night she would roll them into a ball and put three drops of blood (from her finger) on it. The incantation “Now I have given you flesh and blood. May Old Nick give you power and life” turned the ball into a troll cat. Another spell was recorded in Sweden, 1908: I give you blood, Satan gives you power. You shall run for me on earth, I shall burn for you in hell. You shall travel through forests and fields, gathering milk and cream.

It was believed that witches had to sell their souls to the Devil in order to be able to breathe life into the troll cats for them to become beings.