While I don’t think kids are particularly interested in religion, I think it’s important to try to make kemeticism accessible and approachable for all ages. The Netjer are gods to revolutionaries, fighters, and folks who love dirty jokes, but They’re also gods to children, and I think we should try to build a safe environment away from all of that kids can connect with. I know there’s no real demand for kemetic stuff aimed towards kids, but it’s worth thinking about for the future.
Eddard had come to his siblings earlier. He’d been told of this new living arrangement and while he tried to understand everything that had happened in the last few months with his father on his death bed, his mother in jail. The young Baratheon had been told he was going to live with his siblings and this baffled him. Didn’t he already live with his siblings? No, it turned out. He had other siblings by his father. He was going to live with these siblings too.
Now, Tommen stood looking up at his half brother Gendry and he felt a sense of comfort as his blue eyes met brown and he was reminded of his father. “You look more like my father than I do” Tommen mumbled. The younger child hadn’t been made aware of his true parentage. Joffrey dismissed the idea and Myrcella didn’t talk of it to Tommen. He didn’t quite understand why people wanted to call him an abomination but he understood that he and his siblings didn’t share what almost all of his half siblings shared. Genetics.
“How….how many of us are going to be living here?”
O, Anubis, Chief in the Necropolis, Black Hound,
Foremost of the Westerners, protector of the burial ground.
Perfect guide in the Duat. Weigher of Hearts.
O, Lord of Embalming, who restores all parts.
07.06.17
okay i’m gonna get like one thread done today and that’s the start of the Shamless AU and if I feel like any other threads tonight. But it’s kinda been a rollar coaster of things IRL so kinda lost muse
“She is an odd woman.”, Relena mumbled under her breath. She would have understood why her aunt was mad at Robert for what he had done during their wedding, but to think he caused a curse with his tasteless behaviour, that just sounded ridiculous.
The raven haired woman let out a heavy sigh, when Viserys reminded her of Arya, perfectly recalling how she had been staring at Tyrion and how she kept calling him ‘the imp’ even when she was in polite society. Perhaps she should have given this talk to her instead of the Targaryen. Hopefully there was still enough time to find the youngest Stark daughter before she ran into Shireen, for she truly didn’t need another thing to worry about.
Relena was about to walk out of the corridor as well, noticing just in time that Viserys took a step back. “What was that about?”, she questioned, stretching her neck a bit to look out into the hall in an attempt to see what he had seen, just to watch red fabric walk past them. “Was that my mother?”, the young stag asked, slightly offended. “You realize that she is a person, not some monster, right?”, as she spoke, Relena’s eyes narrowed slightly, her arms crossing in front of her chest. She knew that her mother could be a bit unfriendly when it comes to the Targaryen man, but she was just trying to protect her child, something any mother would have tried to do.
“Yes it was” He confirmed as he trailed after Relena, huffing slightly. “A person yes, but a scary and intimidating one who would sink her claws into me had she seen us alone together like that…” He pointed out his own arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t think I will ever get over the fear I have of her.“ He admitted to his fiance as he unclasped his fur cloak and folded it over his arms feeling a bit too over heated now that he was inside and not out playing in the snow.
“I look forward to having dinner with your family.” Viserys added on, unsure of if Relana needed him for anything else. “Shall I see you then or…have you other needs for me?” He asked, shifting a bit as he stood from one leg to the other.
He was attended to by his manservant, his clothing and hair done perfectly and he waited near Relena’s room, the guards eyeing him suspiciously the whole time, which he couldn’t blame them for. But he waited and waited for what felt like an eternity until he heard the door open and his eyes looked up to see Relena dressed in her finest attire and he gave a warm smile.
“You look…wonderful. Shall we?” He asked as he offered her his arm as they walked to the dinning area. His eyes spotted Stannis and his wife, his eyes danced to Eddard and his girls, Arya, he noticed looked very uncomfortable and Sansa kept trying to slyly tell Arya to stop kicking her legs under the table. When he saw Shireen, he understood why Relena had said what she had about the young Lady. “Good evening Lords and Ladies” Viserys greeted everyone warmly as he took his place at the table, offering each girl a smile trying to maintain the whole ‘don’t stare but don’t not acknowledge’ Shireen’s greyscale.
Goldnwulf 