#cult her

[culther]

CURRENT OBSESSION: Warm Glam with Dewy Glowing Skin, Loose Curls & Black Dresses? 💋 Femme Fatale-esque perfection. Chef’s Kiss !

Actresses Bianca Lawson at the Save The Last Dance Premiere ( 2001 ) & Sanaa Lathan at the Brown Sugar Premiere ( 2002 ) & Singer Aaliyah Haughton at The Others Premiere ( 2001 ) [ x ]

[remadra]

give her a beer

[lucyllawless]

[infernal-lamb]

the lamb: yall mind if i explode into tentacles

havin a little fun with the lamb and potential tentacle body horror because i think sometimes they should be gross. why SHOULDN'T these God creatures be an affront to the nature of creation

[inkclover]

A wild Heket joins your party!🍄🍁

[ratcandy]

Haven't seen anyone else post this here yet so . Official pronoun list just dropped, woe, gender be upon ye, etc

(and monch was confirmed she/her) (by the way) (in case you missed that too)

[xxcherrycherixx]

cupid's gals meet

[cheer-soli-art]

The God of Famine demands silence, and she demands attention. For though her throat may be stolen, they will not dare to speak over her, or for her.

Heket, from @bamsara ‘s The Rehabilitation of Death

[tigerr-cherry]

Leshy hates the lamb this, tsundere Narinder that , blah blah blah

WHAT ABOUT HEKET, HUH ??! WHAT ABOUT HEKET?!?!

[culther]

Lil’ Wayne photographed by Sarah A. Friedman during a Tha Carter Ill recording sessions, for Vibe Magazine’s August issue. [ 2007 ] — [ x ]

[remadra]

sketchet

[oneofthosenightbees]

Valentine’s Day 🐏🫀🐸

[panoffrying]

THE LEEEESSSBIAN HEKET

Our queen is down bad!!!

Heket in game asked me to retrieve flowers so she could confess to Theanna, and I just fell in love with them.

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Haven't I given enough?

Given enough

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 128

Everything was gone. But it had been gone for a long time. Cities crumbling to dust under the march of time and under the battering of the weakening sun. Everyone had long since passed into the realm of the dead, and he had long since retreated from the land of the living as he aged, growing larger amidst Time’s coils. 

He’d long since stopped being known as Danny to most, his true Name cradled in his core as it grew in power and importance with his own primordial ascendence. Others called him by just as many names as Clockwork, if not more as his planets grew life, his galaxies cultivating their own beings into existence. 

To some he was a creator, the bringer of life itself. To others he was destruction, the end of all. So many names, so many even coming close to his Name, each cradled gently by his core. 

He was Space, he was stardust, he was a blackhole, the far off galaxies, newborn stars forming in his hands and dying with a blink. Galaxies dancing in his hair, what was, what will be, splintering into planes amidst his strands of hair. 

He was Balance, chaos and order dancing together on a tightrope twisting through existence. He was Phantom, a name whispered amidst the Realms as a guardian, a protector, and yet a hunter, a destroyer at once. 

He was a Brother, a Father, an Uncle, a Son. He was many things, and that was fine with him, but even if hypothetically he should be impartial, he would freely admit he had favorites. Danielle, his little Moon, his first Daughter and her children of Krypton. Dan, his raging Sun, his Son and his little Laughing Magicians. Clockwork, his Father of Time, and his Speedsters who raced through timelines like giggling toddlers, not really understanding but loved all the same. 

His dear Sister’s children, her Ma'aleca'andrans and Atlanteans she tenderly cradled and protected as long as she could before sleep overtook her. His dear Tucker’s Champions, the children of Magic lost and alone. His dear Sam’s children of Lazarus, dancing with blades and between life and death. 

Their dear children that came from all of their blood. The Lords of Chaos, of Order, entire Cities brought to life by their magic, entire planets whose heartbeats pulsed with their own. 

Everything of what they had once been was gone. And it had been gone for a long time. But they were all still here. For Death was just as much a beginning, as it was the end. 

[payasita]

I have a request: The Lamb with a double barrel shotgun and a cheerful demeanor saying that they have had enough.

had to crowdsource the second half of this joke but hey