#pharaohciious

[infernal-ism]

and who said attachment isnt real? aHAAHEHEHEHEHEH-...........................

dibs <3

*✶ ›» 「 ( 𝘿𝙄𝘽𝙎 ) 」

you stupid heaux, you know you're my ace boon coon. the tricky to my prince. the Martin to my Gina. the Will to my Carlton. poooooookie. baaaaaaaby, you're the lucious to my cookie. I love youuuu. you're my friend. my sweetie. I live in your damn walls and you can't get rid of me.

[cursedfortune]

💌 - for Ra bc why not 🤭 ig they'll appear as male for this heheh ( completely ignore their unease for being around ppl )

Related to this post. @pharaohciious

Of course a god would like to a compliment. The witch mulled over how salacious to she should get or if being tame was better. She could go the route of a height joke here but that was a low hanging fruit, despite the fact it would amuse her. No, no. Behave, be nice.

"Have you ever choked anyone with your hair? You seem like you'd be good at it." She smiled, cheekily. It toed the line, lingering in the air like that. But it was a compliment. She should know, as a woman with such experience. "What I mean to say is... your hair is lovely."

[kindkill-a]

❝ hmmm. . . if you can create a mixed drink that includes a dry wine , i'll sit. but , i want it to be sweetened. ❞ a left field request , from the ( mortal disguised ) sun god.

( unprompted. @pharaohciious. )

❝ huhhh? wines aren't made to be mixed, silly. ❞ what an odd request. cloth smoothed over drying glass, lips pulled into an incredulous smile. ❝ if you want something sweet, i would suggest simply asking for that. ❞

[iobartach]

@pharaohciious [mavali] asked; “ i feel like i've got an atomic bomb waiting to go off. ” ( subtle hint about ra ) // helloooo!! :D

good lines from terrible films prompts

For some, such a claim may spike feelings of fear, prove unnerving the longer that it is permitted time to settle. Were it an exaggeration, perhaps he'd find occasion to chuckle, but given what he has seen in the short span of his travels, the kinds of beings he's faced, and what he had been forced to do at times, nothing was safely off the table any more. Nor could anything be ruled out completely.

No matter how ludicrous it seemed.

"Is that something that I should be concerned about?" Pitching a question, it's clearly audible by the tone of the Spider's voice, as well as the subtle hiking of a hidden brow beneath his hardlight mask, that he's pre-emptively entertained the worst-case scenario that such an encounter like this could lead to. And yet, as he speaks, a soft recalibration of his posture starts to happen.

Shoulders relax, weight shifting between, stance somewhat ready, but a lot looser than it should be. All occurring because, despite a willingness to hear the other's story, past experience has taught him to be at least somewhat prepared, at all hours of the day and night. And he had always preferred to be two steps ahead.

"There's... some element of truth there, yeah?"

[narrativeobsession]

❝ and now you're out for revenge… while i understand , this is not something that i can help you with. ❞ — horus to moonbeam

@pharaohciious // meme tag

"then you are useless to me, aren't you?" Moonbeam asks, disgusted. It does not often go out of its way to ask for help, but when it comes to matter of revenge. Revenge against that human who dared destroy his most dear sibling?

Well. Moonbeam would do anything to get its revenge.

"you should leave." All the mirth it normally carried with it, gone. Their meeting place feels very suddenly very cold. Shadows creep in around the edges. "now."

[foxlich-a]

👀 ( bc what are pets for if they're anything but honest? )

@pharaohciious ➟ 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞? ( accepting ! )

❝ when y'ain't fuckin' blindin' me like 'm starin' into th' sun — ❞ a pointed look with one brow quirked upward. ra was quite literally the sun god, but that was not the point. expression wavered into something more exasperated. ❝ y'know i hold no love for most gods, but . . . y' make me understand all th' poetry 'bout what s'like t' be in th' presence of one. ❞

[infernal-ism]

👀 ( whorus eyeballin' in his falcon form )

Send 👀 to know if my muse finds yours attractive!

❛ My love , my dear Horus . . . ❜ Saint calls out to his Falcon Pharaoh, his king of the skies, watching as he carves through the heavens with effortless grace. There’s something intoxicating about it—about him—the way his wings catch the light, the way his presence alone bends the world to his will. But more than that, Saint would call this progress, the way Horus no longer hesitates, no longer shrouds his desires behind duty or decorum. The ease with which he admits his attraction now, the way his gaze lingers—it thrills Saint.

He basks in it, in the radiance that spills from Horus in waves, casting the realms in a deep, starbright red. It washes over him, warming his skin, wrapping him in something that feels achingly close to devotion.

❛ Wi wi, mèsi beaucoup. C’mere, give me a kiss, darlin’. ❜ His voice is mischievous, lips already curling into a knowing smile. He tilts his chin up, lashes low, expectant. A playful demand, a challenge wrapped in velvet. Would Horus deny him now, when Saint is already so ready to be caught ?

[infernal-ism]

the sun blesses her baby with head kisses 💖

❝ mamaaaaa . . . ❞ he sounds so affronted like a child on their first day of school being babied and kissed out front. and yet , he's only ducked his head down to present the shining crome some of a forehead for Ra to continue to bestow sunny , golden kisses to his head and blessings to his skin in the form of warmth and love; he loved her so much. so very much , he couldn't even pretend to be upset in any meaningful way.