#I WANT AN ANKH NECKLACE!!!!

[bat-the-misfit]

the biggest crime the sims 4 goth kit commited (besides not including Siouxsie Sioux's eyeliners) is not including GOTH PIKES:

HOW DARE THEY NOT INCLUDE THE GOTHEST OF ALL SHOES I HATE EA

[xabi0407]

everlasting trio redesign

check out my commissions

[toonbutcher]

I want to post more of my Yu-Gi-Oh! Art but it's tied to a very specific set of headcanons I have, and I thought a context post might be useful. Not that I'm expecting anyone to read it it's just nice to get my thoughts down!

Anyway, I've put it under a readmore along with some more doodles (annnnnnd more shadi!)

Basically, Pegasus's immediate "lets go to Egypt" after Cecelia died always felt a bit strange to me as a first course of action. (I get it, it makes sense in context of bringing a loved one back but still). And Cecelia was unfortunately so wasted as a character as a "Miscellaneous woman who dies" so I figured she'd be a fine blank slate to mold into something else.

I think it would be fun if she'd had an interest in Egyptology of her own accord, perhaps specifically in their powers of resurrection - maybe has an inkling that the items exist. I'd like her to have been on digs and whatnot - Pegasus as well seems like he would've been somewhat directionless before he started working on Duel Monsters, so probably just followed her to Egypt to have something to do. I like to think Cecelia is working on a PHD thesis or something. Anyway, I'm shoehorning Shadi in there somewhere because I like him and think he should've gotten to meet both of them.

I think eventually Cecelia would go to Kul Elna on her own and maybe take one of the items trials, and fails. Prompting Shadi to have to kill her as he does with the museum curator in Season 0 (The colonialist legacies of western Egyptology studies don't really endear you to wanting to give ppl items anyway). Also, it's more interesting than her just dying of a miscellaneous disease, to me, anyway. Not that Pegasus would be aware it was Shadi, he thinks she passed away of an accident or something along those lines. I haven't ironed out details.

However, if her research did touch on the Millennium items I think it would be interesting if the reason she failed the trial to be the barer of one is because the gods saw better use for her as a recordkeeper, similar to Shadi, and granted her a degree of the same purpose to fulfill like he has. If he's the one who keeps track of the items, maybe she's supposed to make a note of their history. That's all very self indulgent on my part though.

Pegasus then goes to Egypt partially for the sake of remembering her and partially because if her research was focused on death and burial, he latches onto one thing that he thinks might be able to bring her back. Pegasus then has a "oh YOU again!" similar to that one Battle City episode with Shadi, prompting him to follow Shadi down that tomb and receive the eye because LBR Shadi wouldn't explain anything.

I think that lends a fun little extra bit of guilt to the twisted/portraitshipping dynamic. Plus double ghosts!

ignore that Cecelia's not wearing any shoes in that last picture i didn't want to draw them.

[neil-gaiman]

Whenever the topic of meeting ‘celebrities’ comes up, which is a surprisingly consistent recurring theme, I always cite my interactions with you and Johnny Bench among my best.

My dad took me to Chicago Comic Con in 1992. I was 14, it was my first comic convention and this was before cosplaying played such a big part, so it was just a kid and his dad in JC Penney clothes bouncing around. For the most part, I had shit taste in comics and largely bought them for the wrong reasons. “Collectors items” and all that noise. (I bought the “Superman dies!” comic. I didn’t even like Superman.) But I also bought Death: The High Cost of Living, which was actually readable.

I got so many comics signed that weekend and met a lot of the faces behind all the people I threw my money at and I was largely disappointed. Most had assembly line crews with them who would 1. Inspect the item, 2. Prepare the item, 3. Finalize the set up and tweak the angle to minimize the artist’s efforts. The thing would be signed, shoved to the side where a second crew would prepare and hand it back to me. No eye contact, no acknowledgement of existence. This made sense for Mr. T because he was wearing about 100 lbs of necklaces, but Jim Lee was such a d-bag that he signed over somebody else’s autograph. My dad was nice enough to accompany me back to get the thing signed by the first person, who just shook his head when he saw what Jim Lee did.

Then there was Neil Gaiman, who took my copy of Death #1 from my hands and made eye contact as he thanked me for coming and doodled an ankh before signing his name. He asked me about the t-shirt I was wearing (I don’t recall what shirt I was wearing, just that it was black, so of course he would have asked about it) and handed my comic back to me. I felt seen. It was such a small act of kindness but it saved that entire experience.

I know that things get hectic and that everybody has bad days, but a lot of these things are a choice, just like they are for me. You made the choice to be a decent, humble human being and I just want to say thank you for that. I’m about a thousand words, I guess.

I’m glad. I have no doubt that there were times at conventions and long signings where people got a brain dead zombie in my clothes signing their books or comics. But I always tried as best I could to make it real and to be the kind of signing I would like to do if I was getting something signed.

[zagreuses-art]

The fine Rank and File (or at least the rank) of the Ankh Morpork city watch! I've been figuring out my designs for them, and I wanted to put them in a lineup to see how they look beside one another. makes you realize how ridiculous the height difference between some of them is

[ID: three digital drawings of the Watch members, against a police lineup background with height marks and an ankh morpork city watch watermark and logo. The featured members are in order of height: Detritus, Dorfl, Carrot, Angua. then Reg Shoe, Visit, Colon, and Vimes. finally, Nobby, Cheery, Buggy Swires and Wee Mad Arthur. they are all wearing variations on the watch uniform of brass colored armor, chainmaille, leather boots or sandals, and a skirt of studded leather straps. end ID]

more detailed description of the designs under the cut

First drawing: standing at over 8 feet is Dorfl. He is a grey-green troll with a very muscled top heavy build, patches of moss on his skin, and angular features. He is wearing oversized armor with pauldrons, one with sergeant's stripes painted on it, and scale mail underneath. the Piece Maker (a siege weapon crossbow) is strapped to his back. second, standing at 7 foot 4 inches is Dorfl, a reddish Golem made out of patchwork clay, with a overall gingerbread man look, and glowing red eyes. he is only wearing a breastplate, and he has his sergeant's stripes painted on his arm. Third at 6 foot 6 inches is Carrot. He is a redheaded white human, with a sturdy build, round face, and a cheerful smile. he has a captains pip pin in the collar of his shirt and his armor is visibly shinier than all the other's. fourth at 6 foot 2 inches is Angua. she is a white human with lots of very light blonde hair and slightly pointed ears. Her armor has straps at the shoulder rather than being one piece, and she is wearing her badge on a collar. (end of first drawing)

Second drawing: first, standing at 6 ish feet is Reg Shoe. He is a green zombie with a hunched posture and several missing chunks and lines of stitching visible, most noticeably the right half of his mouth has no lips, exposing his teeth. he wearing a tattered and patched flow-y white shirt under his armor, which is also the strap style, and there is a red ribbon in his long-ish dirty blonde hair. second at 5 foot 9 inches is constable Visit. He is a brown skinned human, with slicked back 80's business guy hair and a slightly strained smile. He is wearing a very crisp white shirt under his armor as well as khaki pants and a Omnian turtle necklace. he is clutching a bundle of pamphlets. Third at 5 foot 6 inches is Colon. He is a white human with a heavy-set build, a mustache, and a large bald spot. his armor has sculpted muscles in it and he is wearing sandals. Fourth at barely 5 foot 4 inches is Vimes. He is a white human with messy greying brown hair, and a five o-clock shadow, he looks a bit like house era Hugh Laurie. along with his armor he is wearing a red cloak and a sword. (end of second drawing)

Third Drawing: First, standing at 4 foot nothing, is Nobby Nobbs. he is a white-ish human with vitiligo spots, several suspiciously red or green patches of skin, and very scruffy black hair and a five o-clock shadow. he is smoking a cigarette and has several dog ends behind his ear. he has managed to tarnish his armor. second, at 3 foot 4 inches is Cheery. She is a white dwarf with a stocky build, blonde hair and a blond, braided beard. she has some burns on her arms, ears, and forehead, and is missing her eyebrows. she has a full lentgh leather skirt rather than pants. third, at 7 inches is Buggy Swires. he is a brown skinned Gnome, with grey hair and pointed ears. he is not wearing armor, but instead a rain cloak. next to him is his pigeon, which carries his badge and is a foot tall. Finally, at 4 inches, is Wee Mad Arthur. he is a blue nac mac feegle with red hair. he is in a watch uniform with a kilt, and is carrying his badge like a shield on his back, unlike the others he has a dynamic aggressive stance, rather than standing straight up. (end of third picture)

background of all drawings: a lineup height marker background, with the initials AM (ankh) CW and the city seal in the top right corner. the city seal is two hippos on a shield, with a tower between them. they are in shades of copper or bronze, as is the overall color palate of the drawings. (end of ID)

[arathejedi394]

snippet from into the dark, my sequel to the kept boy

Bucky takes him into their room and puts him down on his feet before shutting the door behind him. Steve turns around so his back is to Bucky and Bucky unzips his dress. He releases the lavender day collar’s clasp, then takes off Steve’s earrings and other necklace. He puts the jewelry away as Steve walks into the bathroom to take off his dress. 

Bucky steps into the regular closet, walking up to Steve’s selection of maternity evening gowns. He purses his lips, considering two different black dresses as he debates whether he wants to see cleavage or leg tonight. Bucky picks the cleavage. He’s a perv. It’s a satin mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline but tailored by Yankov to fit Steve’s baby bump; it’s from his last pregnancy, but it’s not like they had time to get a brand new gown. It has a short train and one off-the-shoulder, split cape sleeve that reaches the ground, a matching opera glove for the right hand, and it is set with snakes made of gold metal, wrapped around the sleeve and glove, the shoulder, and bust. There’s a matching hat, he knows, so he goes digging around the hat boxes until he finds it; it’s a wide brimmed Parisian-style fascinator hat, angled to the left, and wrapped with gold snakes and accented with gold feathers. To go with it, Bucky picks a pair of five-inch sandals with gold chains and little ankh charms, made by Tom Ford. 

Bucky carries the dress and the shoes out to the bedroom. Steve’s just sitting down at his makeup table with his hair curled, the lights around his mirror switched on, starts by dabbing cream onto his eyelids. 

“Gold and black,” Bucky calls to him.

“‘Kay,” Steve says. “What color lip?”

Bucky thinks about it, looking at the dress. “Red,” he decides. “Dark. And no transfer so I can kiss you.”

“‘Kay.”

Bucky walks up to the jewelry cabinet again. He puts away his watch and cufflinks, then walks away, stripping off his jacket. He tosses it into the dry cleaning hamper and steps up to the gun safe. He puts away his revolver and holster, then carries on undressing, putting the pieces of his suit except his tie in the dry cleaning hamper; the tie goes into the regular laundry. Bucky leaves on his socks and boxers and returns to the regular closet to get a tux out for himself. He just grabs the first black one with gold accents he sees and carries it out to drop onto the bed. He then walks up behind Steve, grabs the second chair by the makeup table, and drops into it. Bucky props his chin up on his fist and his elbow on the vanity as he settles into watching Steve do his makeup.

By seven, Steve’s done up his face with a vivid black and gold cut crease with little gold gems, and a dark red lip color, as well as the rest of his makeup. As he’s spritzing his face with setting spray, Bucky gets back up and crosses to the jewelry cabinet to open it. He grabs the second diamond collar he’d bought Steve, the one in yellow gold rather than white gold, and then picks through his earrings until he’s got a pair of yellow gold rattlesnakes with diamonds for eyes and creating the patterns down their backs. He also picks out a yellow gold snake bangle, with rubies for eyes. Bucky puts the three boxes on the bed, then straps on a gold watch and picks out cufflinks in yellow gold with rubies, as well as a matching tie tack; he’s got a set that look like snakes, too, bought specifically to match this dress.

Steve gets up from his makeup table. “You wanna put me in different underwear?” he asks.

“Nah,” Bucky says. “But take your bra off. Here.”

He picks up the gown and removes it from its hanger, then unzips it and opens it up. Steve, dropping his bra onto the bed, takes his shoulders as he kneels and he steps into the dress. Bucky pulls it up then helps him into the sleeve and glove. He fixes the one shoulder, then walks around Steve’s back to zip it back up. Steve sits down on the bed and puts in his earrings, slips on his bracelet on the hand without a glove, then opens the box with his yellow gold collar and takes it out. Bucky lifts it from his hands, then fastens it around his throat.

He smoothes his hands over Steve’s shoulders and then taps his chin. Steve makes eye contact. Bucky smirks down at him, then his gaze drops to the neckline of Steve’s dress. He hooks a finger into it and pulls it away from his body to see down the front. Steve blushes. Bucky admires his ample, perky tits, then cups his chin and bends down to kiss him.

“You’d betta get dressed,” Steve murmurs. “You can’t be late to your own party.”

Bucky sighs about it, but Steve’s right. He puts on a dress shirt in a deep red that matches Steve’s lipstick, buttons it up, and gets into his slacks. After his brocade waistcoat, black and dark gold, Bucky puts on a double shoulder holster and loads it with two Desert Eagles. He slips his jacket on, tucks a gold pocket square into the breast pocket and a gold bundle of flowers with rubies in the petals into his lapel, then gets out a pair of glossy black wingtips also by Tom Ford and puts them on. Steve, already in his shoes and hat, walks up to him and adjusts his tie, then stands up on his toes. Bucky cups his chin again and kisses him.

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “We’d better get this over with.”

Steve slips his arm through Bucky’s as they leave.

[orinene]

A week ago, I got this Ankh necklace And I want to tell you guys that my mom literally asked me if it's Christian I told her no, And she literally asked me if it was a Islamic symbol, I told her no as well 🤣

Then I showed it off to the rest of the family yesterday. And I kinda had a hard time explaining the meaning of the Ankh because I felt awkward dropping some crumbs about my paganism

[kattahj]

I really liked the Dead Boy Detectives TV show, and I thought the way they handled Charles's death was beautiful, so I'm only a little bit sad that we won't get to see this moment in live action:

[Charles, a teenage boy with a reddish sweater, is standing in the foreground with his arms crossed. Death is in the background. She's wearing black aerobics clothes and her customary ankh necklace, and has her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head.

(Charles has been arguing with Death for some time at this point.)

Charles: I'm not going anywhere. Not without him. I'm sorry. I'm just not going.

Second panel, closeup on Death, who facepalms.

Death: Charles... Okay. Okay. Fine. Stay. There really isn't time to argue about this — and I just don't have the energy. I've got to many other things to worry about. Stay if you have to. I'll catch up with you later.

Third panel, Death starts to sprint off.

Charles: Um. Thank you. I really mean it. Thanks.

Death: Yeah. Well, I'll pick you up as soon as things are less crazy, Charles. Take care of yourselves.]

For those of you who haven't read Sandman (spoilers below):

Lucifer has quit hell, driven all the inhabitants out, and given the keys to Dream, which means there's a huge power battle about who shall rule hell, and meanwhile all the damned souls are on earth.

Which means that when Charles is killed (by dead former students, in this version), Death is so busy she shows up in gym clothes, and really doesn't have time to argue about who goes where. If Charles doesn't want to leave Edwin behind, so be it.

And something about this hyper-powerful entity working up a metaphorical sweat dealing with all these souls, plus the sheer 80s-ness of her outfit, is so funny to me. 😀

[dimity-lawn]

Left:

Mrs. Gabriel Manigault (Margaret Izard)

Walter Robertson

ca. 1795

Center: Miss Magrat Garlick

Right: Miss Magrat Garlick

I wanted to edit an 18th century portrait to suit Magrat because I feel like on the rare occasion that she does wear a witch hat, it would be a particular style of 18th century hat*. Like the much more popular bergèr, they featured a wide brim, but instead of a small incredibly low crown, they had a slightly wider crown that formed a low cone. I thought that a 1790s portrait would work best as a base, because of the changing fashionable dress and some of the hairstyles seem to fit the descriptions given in the books (not that this is the best example, but it was good enough for my purposes). I started with Walter Robinson’s ca. 1795 portrait of Mrs. Gabriel Manigault (Maragret Izard) and added from there. Her necklace would hold a silver pendant, and while in the Roundworld this pendant would often be a cross, it’s anyone’s guess as to what Magrat’s would be. Perhaps the silver ram skull that the Fool got for her in Ankh-Morpork?

*I would love to make one of these hats because they’re cool, but I can’t find any information about them unless it appears in a print making fun of Quakers or the Welsh, and in there are definitely images where this is not the case, and they seem to have been an alternative to the much more popular bergère, and worn, like the bergère, by women of various classes.

[jaymoriarty-knight]

Back to the ankh/cross idea with MoonDevil. I think Matt would give Marc/Steven/Jake *his* cross necklace. The cross is a family heirloom for Matt, and he trusts Marc/Steven/Jake to keep it safe.

Scene under the cut

"Matt? I have something for you." Steven settled on Matt's bed. Matt had a rough couple of days, trying to take down a new gang that had popped up in Hell's Kitchen. Marc had helped, but Marc healed faster than Matt did.

"Stevie?" Matt tried to sit up, groaning in pain.

"Shh, stay there, love." Steven soothed. "No need to move."

"Okay," Matt slumped back.

"We have something for you though," Steven reached into his pocket.

Matt rested his hand on the bed palm up. He knew Steven would put whatever it was in his hand with an explanation. Steven pulled his gift out.

"We thought you might like... well... it's important to us. A symbol kind of... oh I'm not doing a very good job."

"Take it easy Steven." Matt took Steven's empty hand. "Take your time."

Steven sighed. "Okay. So you know the Egyptian symbol for life? The ankh?"

"I am aware of it."

"It's important to us. So we got you," Steven pressed the gift into Matt's hand.

Matt released Steven's hand to feel the thin chain with more care and focus. His fingers traveled along the medium length chain until he reached the small charm. Matt brushed his thumb over the shape, recognizing it as an ankh. Steven had shown Matt the shape before, helping Matt learn the outline.

"Thank you Steven. Help me put it on?" Matt pushed himself off his pillow, holding the ankh out to Steven.

Steven grinned, taking the chain and slipping it around Matt's neck. "If the chain is too short I can get a different one."

"The chain is perfect," Matt murmured, liking the light weight of the charm against his sternum. He ran his fingers along the chain until he got to the charm, which he held tightly. "It's lovely Steven, thank you."

"You're welcome." Steven smiled. Matt leaned in for a kiss with a wince of pain. Steven didn't notice the wince and happily met Matt for a kiss. Matt slipped one bandaged hand around the back of Steven's neck.

"I actually uh...I have a necklace for you too." Matt said softly. "You remember my cross?"

"I do." Steven nodded.

"It's in the drawer." Matt gestured. Steven leaned over and pulled the drawer open, drawing out the silver cross necklace.

"You want me to wear it?" Steven asked hesitantly.

"I do, if you want to." Matt brushed his thumb under Steven's eye. "It was my grandmother's and I'd like for you to have it. To wear if you want to."

"Matt, I'd love to." Steven clutched the cross in his hand and kissed Matt passionately. He was honored that Matt trusted him enough with a piece of his family history.

"Let me help you put it on Stevie." Matt gently took the cross from Steven's hand and clipped it around Steven's neck, brushing his fingers over Steven's soft skin. Matt rested his hand over where the cross sat on Steven's chest.

"Matt..." Steven sounded choked up. "Thank you. Thank you for trusting us with this."

"I love you, Steven. Of course, I'll trust you with this."

"I love you too, Matt. We're going to take care of this."

"Thank you, Stevie. And thank you for the ankh."

"I thought you might like it."

"I do." Matt touched the ankh again. "Rest with me." Matt laid down again, patting the bed next to him for Steven to join him. Steven happily curled up next to Matt, resting his head against Matt's chest. Matt gave a light sigh, rubbing the ankh. Steven rested his hand against the cross.

@kityri-imera

Also if anybody else would like tags when I post these, just let me know :)

[official-mr-knight]

Steven.. Here to... Make you feel better.. Sorry about what happende yesterday and I uh.. About the argument sorry about that too... So..i wanted to give you this as.. A apologization type of stuff..

-slowly puts a necklace, ankh shaped around Steven's neck-

I mean i know you like the star of David one but.. I hope this one cheers you up..

- Marc Spector

Did you... Ahh!! Marc, marc, marc! Thank you, thank you!!

-quickly hugs marc-

Yea, i knew you didn't mean it! But the words you said to me that day was.. Kinda harsh too- but thank youu, also it's okay, yea!

[robinsnest2111]

this weekend's fleamarket treasures <3

I went to 3 markets in total, one on Saturday before work and 2 today.

orange -> saturday; blue -> sunday

I got the necklaces because the red one looks like drops of blood (vampire vibes <3) and the black one because black, also because I'm a sucker for this style of necklace. Obligatory aviator sunglasses inspired by my favourite old man Mick Mars (also because I wanted to buy something off of my coworker who had a table at one of the markets), fishbone and ankh (silver) pendants to turn into earring charms/necklaces, and red eyeshadow

Of course I couldn't leave without at least a couple CDs! I picked out the Scorpions - Virgin Killer album because the boys look so strange in all their late 70s glory and I'm so curious to hear what their earlier songs sound like lol

My favourite seller handpicked the Iron Maiden - Killers album and The Sweet - Castle Masters Collection compilation just for me <3 The Bravo Hits 15 sampler was a blatant nostalgia buy because it's 40 of the most popular songs from the year I was born! Michael Jackson - Bad was a spur of the moment buy and the Zombieland DVD was another nostalgia buy, it's been a couple years so it's high time for a rewatch <3

I already have a couple thrifted denim jackets and vests but I was missing a cool cropped vest to go with my more high-waisted 80s looks so into my bag it went, just gotta add 2 buttons in the back to cinch the waist a bit more. The overall style dress is such a good basic layering piece for my whimsical looks, it's also giving me subtle Miss Beard But Goth vibes lol

The silhouette art was the most expensive piece that day, but I had to have it because I looooove the vibe of the fancy 18th century lady and the devil cherub whispering into her ear 😈

Bought the Black Sabbath t-shirt because of the print and because I like the brand that makes these bandshirts <3

got the AC/DC tanktop because of the Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap print, and the striped button up for a certain flavour of 90s/2000s outfits (mainly inspired by Adam from the first Saw movie lol)

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That's it <3

[poorbrokemess]

Me *after being prompted over the past few days, *finally looking into Ammit more*

✨️reminder of what I saw prior to this✨️

Okay. First owl I've seen in like 2 years, for sure owl. Other times hearing, but not seeing.

Just as a little reminder because I want to memorize the jist of it

It's a mock up of the 42 laws of Ma'at, which, if memory serves, this pretty much condenses down all the repeated laws, in different variants, to a lesser more memorable list. (These are screen shots from various places, who took from other places)

Similar to the 7 principals of Ma'at.

I can never get in with a well-known Devine 🥴 the obscurity of it all.

🌼✨️🌼✨️🌼✨️🌼

At the store the other day when I got the Thoth statue:

Me *holding Thoth, looking for Wepwawet talking to my partner*

*amazing worker we've been helped by before, over hearing me explaining; no, that isn't Pan. It's Baphomet, which is, similar, but not, Satan* --- "could you bring me that actually? I have an amazing idea for it!"

Me *does the thing* "you wouldn't happen to have any statues of Wepwawet, would you? (Knowing full well that was not happening)"

Them - 🤠 whhats that ?

Me - "Wepwawet." (I said it like 4 different ways, so I spelled it instead, ended in showing some of my screen shots.)

Me - *goes into a breakdown of Wepwawet vs Anubis* ending it with - "Anubis doesn't respond to me and Wepwawet does. So I need Wepwawet, not Anubis. Those are all Anubis 😅"

Them - "which one of us works here again? 😂"

Me - you of course! Because I can't find the Ankhs anywhere.

*leads to the necklace and ring find. The ring is Lapis Lazuli, there were only two and it fits perfect, it was stupid expensive.*

Me - " There is no way I'm getting that. I could buy The Book of the Dead 4 times for the cost. *to worker* "Is there any way to put it on hold with a deposit or something?"

"of course!"

Me - * wanders off to see if I can fill the void of sad with something far more affordable with no luck in getting the ✨️click✨️ like I got when I put the ring on*

*partner is buying the stuff*

(I don't do the buying of things, too much anxiety involved so I usually go to the car.)

*she gets me the ring anyways, obviously*

--

All of that, and I end up with, a wolf/jackal/hyena/dog/fox/hybrid God who makes me feel drunk and is rather *looks for word* (think the male father* figure of criminal dramas, Jethro(NCIS), Hotchener(Criminal minds)(stoic?) I'd be Penelope/Abby and Wepwawet is the boss man who puts up with my insanity 😂😂😂

He was over here all day :

🪄AMMIT🪄

*I know*

🪄AMMIT🪄

*yes*

🪄Ammit🪄

*I did get it, you know*

🪄AMMIT🪄

*why are we yelling now?*

🪄Crocrodile hippo crochopoplis🪄

*what was that last bit?🥴🤡*

🪄OWL🪄

Me "you said no more gods right now."

🪄 Its not a God 🪄

*me panicking because, well wtf is a God? What makes a God? Why is she not a God but Sobek is a God?*

It's so hard to remember it all when his presence lifts. Like a dream. Only a drunken one 😂

So I got. Some humanoid animal Deities. Only one of which even really interacts. 😅🥴

I'm coming back to add that, this was all over the place. What? 💀

- back with a new thought I hadn't thunk

What if, he means males. GODS. *Keep the gods you have, get no other for now.*

But Ammit is not Male. Although I think to judge any egyptian deity as having a gender if it doesn't have a human head is odd to me, even then, you can't really tell in alot of the works. So the idea of gender being an issue is wild. Considering hermetics state all things have all genders. All is one.

So that wouldn't fit with the idea and principals of Gender being obsolete. Go's is it both.

Anyway

Sleeps

♥️

[neil-gaiman]

Hello from Brazil, Mr. Gaiman!

My friend at school started The Sandman and she asked me something which I couldn't answer to.

The necklace Death uses in the show and in the comics is almost identical to the one Doctor Fate, from the DC universe, wears. I had noted the similarity before but I didn't think much about it since I know DC also published The Sandman before.

What got me intrigued was that my friend and her boyfriend suggested that maybe Death wears a necklace similar to Doctor Fate's because death is everyone's destiny, eventually. I absolutely loved their theory and I wanted to know if there is any correlation?

Thank you for your time, Mr. Gaiman! Have a nice week :)

No, it’s because it’s the ankh, the Egyptian symbol for life.

[alterboyx]

Does a gay little squat that pisses you off

Mirror selfies because I actually took some fit pics. I was thinking about how self conscious I used to be about everything - if people would approve of what I wore, if I was scene/punk/emo enough, not wanting to look poor or messy. That was a lifetime ago now, and I can’t remember why I really thought any of that mattered before.

I followed a punk fashion reddit thinking I’d see some cool personalized punk styles and diy clothes ideas. Instead, I just found post after post of people asking for validation that they were punk enough. I know I used to worry about that stuff, I get it. I hope they find the freedom in their style and self expression that I have. So here’s a full breakdown of my fit, warts and all 🤡

-Mesh skulls long-sleeve shirt from hot topic clearance, purchased shortly after top surgery to celebrate my new chest!

-Metal Celine Dion “Ny Heart Will Go On” tee, birthday gift from like…8 years ago? Wow

-Hooded vest, thrifted

-Clearance hot topic pants, safety pinned at the top bc the button fell off. One day I’ll replace it, you know…probably…

-Steel toed work boots I was given by my workplace three jobs ago, absolutely falling apart

-Thrifted chain earrings, and a lip ring from a mall kiosk. A cheap ankh ring + a good luck amulet from a local new age store, a clearance shield necklace from Spencer’s, a scratched love lock my beloved gave me on an old chain that turns my neck green. Both wrist cuffs were gifts.

-A pair of cans half-buried in my hair, and a pair of sunglasses gifted to me from a local oddities store after my old pair broke.

-Hair color concoction of a blue colored conditioner + yellow semi permanent dye

Refusing to be ashamed of who you are makes it impossible for people to embarrass you. Be messy, make mistakes. Wear what you like, regardless of what other people might think.

[milfzatannaz]

I’m at work pulling up images of death explaining to my coworkers how much I want to fuck her and my coworker Roland was like “oh THAT’s why you wear that ankh necklace every day?” everyone now knows I’m so horny for a series of lines that I wear her symbol every day