#iah

With Khonsu guarding his throne, he remains seated, casting just enough light to ward off eternal darkness from the sun-kissed land of Kemet during the night.

Awkward

Vereesa chews her cheek. It's duplicitous to pretend she doesn't wish for Thalyssra to take her arm. The contact shines in her mind: a warm, bright spot where their bodies meet, the same reason she used to take Rhonin's arm. It is far more than a friendly gesture to crave that closeness.

Jonsu and the other children of Thebes (most of them in the myths aren't siblings, they're parent-son or uncle/aunt-nephew, but I don't care, I want Mut to have her house full of bebes -She deserves it- , even if Her baby has a baby)

Modeled this goat off of myself. I sold this piece and I kinda regret it. But life goes on a bills must get paid!

yo. i kind of need them back because im hungry for content of them.

Rene Magritte. "Architecture au clair de lune," 1956.