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Baby owl, England, 1938
ilatiisms:
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               She couldnât find peace anywhere; the earth she tended to filled her with grief, for it was far too quiet with the absence of her children, and she could trust none within heaven, as her family had betrayed her in the worst possible way. Now the young goddess found herself in an unfamiliar realm, far beyond the reaches of her pantheon in an attempt to distract herself from her immense sadness.
               Inanna walked alone, her fingers briefly brushing against the foliage surrounding her, feeling the life pulse beneath her touch, numbly unaware of the presence of another.
   Ereshkigal walked beside her sister silently. She had heard about what happened, what the other gods had done... Even if she hadnât heard, it wasnât hard to figure out when all the souls came flooding into Irkalla. She felt bad for her sister, knowing what the humans meant to her.    âLittle sister? Are... Are you okay?â It was a stupid question, perhaps. But Ereshkigal really didnât know what else to say, and she figured now wasnât the best time for an everybody-has-their-time speech.
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She leaned into her aunts touch, enjoying the feeling for a moment- her Amber eyes closing and dark lashes kissing her skin as she hummed. Once the moment past, she looked up and smiled in a way all so much like her father.
âI am better now that you are awake.â
   Ereshkigal smiled. âWell, perhaps you should get up if you plan on doing anything today. I canât move until you do, after all.â She leaned over to place a gentle kiss on Hasinaâs forehead.
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   Ereshkigal groaned and rolled over when her niece landed on top of her. âJust because it is always dark here doesnât mean mornings cease to exist.â She chuckled and ran her fingers through the girlâs hair. âHow are you, Farishta? Iâve missed you.â
                 WINTER LIVES IN MY BONES.
lowkey working on hcs for ereshkigalâs rise to power in the underworld
Erra: -Destructive god of war, carnage, and pestilence. King of the Underworld who doesnât like anyone-
Ereshkigal: -exists-
Erra: look at THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO EVER EXIST đđđ THE LOVE OF MY LIFE đđđ STEP ON ME đđđ SIT ON MY FACE đđđ HAVE MY BABIES đđđ LET ME SHOWER YOU IN ALL THE AFFECTION đđđ PLZ DONT EVER LEAVE ME YOURE THE BEST đđđŁđđŁâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïžđ
holyannunaki:
@queenofkur | starter call | accepting
        âHave I told you recently how absolutely stunning you are, my love?â Erraâs gaze was dreamy as he looked over at his wife while she did her work beside him, still completely in awe of everything about her after their eons of time together. âHow about you take a breakââ he suggested, his hand resting a little too high on her thigh.
   Ereshkigal hummed softly. âYes... but you could stand to tell me more.â She teased, leaning over to give him a gentle kiss. A shiver went down her spine, and she bit her lip as his hand rested on her thigh. She couldnât help but melt every time he touched her. No matter how many years, no matter how many touches. âI sincerely hope you intend to make love to me if youâre going to be touching me like that.â She spoke softly, pushing her work aside.
ilatiisms:
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        âEreshkigal, you might want to watch yourself around Anu for a while⊠I think your and Inannaâs antics are aggravating him.â Even though Ninshubur no longer directly served Anu, she still knew him very well. Their king was a somewhat patient man, but the war deity had noticed some changes in his behavior that began to worry her.
   Ereshkigal just rolled her eyes. âAw, he doesnât scare me. Heâs just a grumpy old man. Anyway, when is he ever not aggravated?â She asked, knowing the answer was probably never. He was always mad at her and her sister for something. They could never have any fun around him. It was annoying, and Ereshkigal never cared to listen to his rules.
ilatiisms:
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        âI am Ishtar of Mesopotamia and all her territoriesâpatron of war, fertility in all senses of the word, and storms. Speak before I no longer care of what you have to say.â
   âHas it been that long, sister?â Ereshkigal crossed her arms in front of her. âI do hope you know that bragging wonât make me fear you.â
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queenofkur:
HC 001
   Kur is neither a realm of punishment nor reward, rather it is simply a place where all souls go after they have passed from the land of the living. Life in Kur has often been described as a bleaker version of life on Earth. The Underworld was protected by seven gates that the dead had to pass through in order to get in.Â
   The souls would be judged and then assigned a place in the community. This judgment and placement was not of an ethical nature and had nothing to do with the deceasedâs merits during its lifetime. Instead, it had rather a clerical function and confirmed, according to the rules of the netherworld, the soulâs entrance into its new home. Yet the judgment and placement of the soul in the netherworld was not entirely arbitrary or neutral. Just as social hierarchies existed within living communities, so too did a hierarchy between souls exist in the âgreat cityâ of the dead. The status of an soul in the netherworld was determined by two factors: the social status of the deceased while alive, and the post-mortem care its body and grave or cult statue received from the living on earth. Kings like Urnamma and Gilgamesh remained rulers and judges of the dead in the netherworld, and priests remained priests. In this respect the social order underground mimicked that above.
   In the underworld the soul could be reunited with relatives who had preceded them in death. It should be noted, however, that although the soul was capable of recognizing and being recognized by the ghosts of people the deceased had known during life, these ghosts do not seem to have retained the deceasedâs unique personality traits in the netherworld.
   The fate of the soul after corporeal death depended on performance of the proper post-mortem rituals by the living. First, funerary rites at the time of death were necessary for the soulâs successful journey to and integration into the netherworld. Second, continued cultic offerings at the deceasedâs grave or cult statue were required to ensure the soulâs comfortable existence in the netherworld. It is said the the residents of Kur eat dust and drink salty, bitter water unless their loved ones bring offerings to their graves.
   Both non-elites and elites required such rituals, but the necessity of death cults for the elite was particularly emphasized. The primary difference between death cults for the non-elite and elite appears to have been that, for ordinary people, only the deceased personally known to their descendants â such as immediate family â required individual soul cults. Distant relatives seem to have merged together in a sort of corporate ancestor. In contrast, royal cult offerings were made individually to all ancestors of the reigning king.
   As long as offerings continued regularly, the souls remained at peace in the netherworld. Pacified ghosts were friendly and could be induced to aid the living, or at least were prevented from harming them. A person who did not receive proper burial rites or cultic offerings, however, became a restless ghost or vicious demon. Some cases where this could occur included people who were left unburied, suffered a violent death or other unnatural end, or died unmarried. Vicious ghosts pursued, seized, bound, or even physically abused their victims, and could also possess victims by entering into them via their ears. They could also haunt the dreams of the living. Sickness, both physical and psychological, and misfortune were often believed to be caused by the anger of a restless soul. This is where Ereshkigalâs role of âwardenâ comes into play. She often has to use her power to control and subdue the angry and restless souls, making sure they donât cause trouble amongst the other souls or the people of the living world.
   Also !!! something I forgot to add: There are/were some cults that believed by sacrificing offerings to Ereshkigalâs sister, Inanna, their loved ones would have a more favorable afterlife in Kur. However, Ereshkigal is very quick to correct this belief anytime it comes up. She always has been and (likely) always will be the only one with any power in Kur in regards to how the dead souls are treated and cared for.
   As far as personal HCs go regarding this, I think that while the sisters were still in good standing with each other, Inanna may have been able to ask Ereshkigal for favors on account of the sacrifices that were made to her. However, I still donât think it would have made a significant enough difference that it was something that was warranted or necessary.
ilatiisms:
open starter, godly residents or visitors of Mesopotamia only
        âAnu, my poor king, has died of unfortunate circumstances late last nightââ âunfortunate circumstancesâ meaning that fertility goddess murdered and ate the oldest of the Sumerians, taking his power and domains as her own, âand as the most favored deity by the humans, I believe it is my duty to take his place upon the throne.â
        âThus far there have been no objections, unless youâre feeling brave.â
   âYes, unfortunate indeed.â Ereshkigal sighed dramatically with a sly smile on her lips. She came into the main hall of the palace for the first time since she was kidnapped. âThat seems only fair. I must admit, I never was terribly fond of Anu. I, for one, will gladly welcome this timely change.â
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