Heqet
@nothingtogein.bsky.social
“ are humans any more than a frog in a pot ? ”
*. : ｡✿ * ﾟ * .: ｡ ✿ * ﾟ * . : ｡ ✿ *
Egyptian Goddess of frogs , regeneration , rebirth , and fertility
Dead dove : do not eat
Writer and muse are of age
*. : ｡✿ * ﾟ * .: ｡ ✿ * ﾟ * . : ｡ ✿ *
Egyptian Goddess of frogs , regeneration , rebirth , and fertility
Dead dove : do not eat
Writer and muse are of age
Pinned
Heqet
@nothingtogein.bsky.social
· Dec 8
“ Well what have we here ? ”
Draped over an ancient couch , the temples gilded walls cracked and smothered with vines
Draped over an ancient couch , the temples gilded walls cracked and smothered with vines
December 9, 2024 at 11:31 PM
“ Well what have we here ? ”
Draped over an ancient couch , the temples gilded walls cracked and smothered with vines
Draped over an ancient couch , the temples gilded walls cracked and smothered with vines
Reposted by Heqet
Kiss me passionately in the secluded corner of a used bookstore on a cobblestone side street in Prague during a raging thunderstorm, or kindly stop wasting my time.
December 9, 2024 at 12:55 AM
Kiss me passionately in the secluded corner of a used bookstore on a cobblestone side street in Prague during a raging thunderstorm, or kindly stop wasting my time.
“ quiet night tonight. . . ”
December 9, 2024 at 2:51 AM
“ quiet night tonight. . . ”
Reposted by Heqet
"sᴛᴏᴘ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ."
ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ
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ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ
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November 4, 2024 at 8:14 PM
"sᴛᴏᴘ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ."
ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ
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ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ
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Digging a hole , she's been at it against the frost ridden ground for a while now .
December 8, 2024 at 8:47 PM
Digging a hole , she's been at it against the frost ridden ground for a while now .
「🦖」
Damn, the Oneiroi community is here too
Then I'll probably bring in lulla this week
Damn, the Oneiroi community is here too
Then I'll probably bring in lulla this week
December 5, 2024 at 3:55 AM
「🦖」
Damn, the Oneiroi community is here too
Then I'll probably bring in lulla this week
Damn, the Oneiroi community is here too
Then I'll probably bring in lulla this week
͟͟͞͞「 🦖 」
Not much muse for this one anymore
But I could bring back one of my really old muses. . .
Not much muse for this one anymore
But I could bring back one of my really old muses. . .
December 5, 2024 at 3:52 AM
͟͟͞͞「 🦖 」
Not much muse for this one anymore
But I could bring back one of my really old muses. . .
Not much muse for this one anymore
But I could bring back one of my really old muses. . .
The mist winded through the trees, a faint song echoing in the distance. A restless tune calling out to the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, beckoning them closer with the sweet melody.
November 17, 2024 at 4:12 AM
The mist winded through the trees, a faint song echoing in the distance. A restless tune calling out to the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, beckoning them closer with the sweet melody.