#Safira Reference

[hellas-himself]

Happy (belated) Dragon Age day!!

FINALLY I have my main 3 together. My Warden Surana, Hawke and Lavellan.

Though DAI was my first game in the series, Origins and DA2 really solidified my love for it all. I’ve made so many great friends thanks to these games. It’s given me so much inspiration in so many aspects especially creatively. I haven’t even played Veilguard yet and I’m in love with it (bestie streamed it live for me from character creation to the end). I’ve spoken before about each of my girlies and why I love them and their respective game so I won’t get into it again else we’d be here all day lol

Shout out to the fic writers and artists who make these games even more enjoyable. Who inspire me to write and draw again💖 y’all are the best

[askwornhearts]

Safira

Reference as of Oct 2021

A gentle Salamence girl with a huge drive to learn. Used to be wild before moving in with the Rangers to work as a consultant. Likes to sing and listen to music, and is seen by others as having the voice of an angel. Despite this, she often wonders if she really fits in and/or is needed. Is curious about humans in general.

Gender/Species: Female Salamence, she/her

Height/Weight: 6’ 6’’ (201 cm) | 205 lbs (92kg)

Ability: Moxie (increases strength after knocking out an opponent)

Moveset: Fly/Dragon Pulse/Brick Break/Dragon Tail

Trivia

Has an anger button related to abusive parent(s)

Tries to fit in most of the time

Feels self-conscious a lot

Loves singing at random

Wants to be able to form a band

Used to date Bolt in her youth

[ofduskanddreams]

You're Lucky I Love You

For @areyoudreaminof <3 The prompt: Canon Elucien. Teasing. "You're lucky I love you."

—this fic contains a shameless reference to What Lies Inside, I could not help myself nor will I apologize—

Elucien ✦ Rated G ✦ 814 words ✦ on AO3

Elain breathed a sigh of relief as the door swung shut behind her. After spending the last six months on an extended visit to Vassa and Jurian to see the newly rebuilt palace and the now not-so-newborn princess, Elain was grateful to be back in her own house. They had arrived home this afternoon, but she’d gone straight into a debriefing with Balthazar and the other court’s emissaries about a potential exchange. 

It felt amazing to be home.

She’d missed the sun-warmed limestone walls, the weathered wood floors, the grove of citrus trees in the back garden, and the sprawling bougainvillea climbing around their front door. Having known them for over a decade now, Elain had gone into the trip aware that they wouldn’t get much time alone, but she hadn’t realized how much she’d come to take it for granted since she and Lucien had moved to the Day Court.

Quiet evenings with Lucien as the sun set and painted the kitchen golden—that was what Elain had missed the most. At the moment, however, her mate was nowhere to be seen.

“Lucien?” she called into the house. There was no reply. She couldn’t hear his heartbeat. That was suspicious. 

Elain decided to check the garden, though she couldn’t imagine what he would be doing out there alone.

“Lucien?” she asked into the slightly sea-salty breeze blowing inland from the bay. 

The flagstone path was warm beneath her bare feet.

“Are you out here?” 

He wouldn’t have gone to his father’s palace without telling her… and she couldn’t recall him mentioning any other plans.

Then she heard… panting?

 She didn’t know what else to call the rapid and shallow breaths she was picking beyond the grove, near the back corner of the walled-off acre that was her haven. 

Elain took off at a furious pace, brushing past the flower and vegetable beds and through the stand of citrus trees.

“I can hear you,” she made no effort to disguise the ire in her voice. 

It had been six months since they’d had a nice evening just the two of them. She’d been looking forward to it from their second week in Scythia onwards. Even though it had been years since they accepted the bond, she still had needs. Obviously Lucien had enthusiastically sated some of those needs while they were abroad, but Elain missed the simple domesticity of their life here. And now he was off doing Cauldron knew what?!

Elain emerged from the trees. “Lucien—” 

She stopped short. 

Lucien was crouching on the ground, pointedly not looking at her. His white shirt and tan trousers splotched with rust-colored mud. The same colored mud that coated the limbs of the gray puppy whose head he was stroking. 

“Lucien Daanan Spell-Cleaver. What in the Mother’s name is going on?”

Ducking his head, Lucien murmured under his breath and the surrounding air stopped shimmering, the sound of his heartbeat filling Elain’s ears.

“You know I love you with everything I am, right?” 

Oh, the guilt in his voice was quite apparent.

“Lucien.”

“She tried to dig her way out of the garden just now, I was figuring out the best way to stop it from happening again,” he said sheepishly, gesturing to the rather obvious hole in the earth along the back wall. 

“She?”

“Eris came by earlier?” 

“Eris came by earlier, and?”

“This is Safira,” he scratched behind the puppy’s floppy ear and her tongue lolled. Lucien cleared his throat. “Apparently Cinder—the alpha of Eris’s pack of hounds—had a litter while we were in Scythia. He… uh… summoned Safira right before winnowing away. You know how Eris is—always minimizing anything he does that could be considered nice. He, quote, ‘didn’t want this one because his pack was already too large and she was the runt’ so he, quote, ‘figured that, after almost four-hundred years, I could handle the responsibility of having a smokehound of my own.’”

“Did he now?” Elain tried to make the words sharp and stern but the puppy—Safira—was looking over at her with pleading silvery eyes, kneading the ground with her large paws like she was trying to contain her excitement.

“Yes? Look, Elain—my love, my sunshine—when I was a boy, I spent every spare moment with Eris’s smokehounds and I always dreamed of having my own.”

Now both of them were looking at her with imploring eyes and Elain had already known where this exchange would conclude so she let out a long sigh, striding over to kneel beside him.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she withheld a huff of laughter, stretching out her hand for Safira to sniff. 

The hound rewarded her with a slobbery lick. Elain couldn’t help her smile. 

“Does that mean we can keep her?”

Elain did laugh then, “Yes, I suppose we can. Welcome to the family Safira.”

✦ ✦ ✦

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[lena-mari]

Escola de Eel capítulo 57 (pedra do nascimento)

Luccas tenta tocar na pedra novamente, mas leva o mesmo choque que recebeu, curioso para saber vê no fundo da pedra o enblema dos dragões, provavelmente um presente do pais de lazuly ou seus parentes mais próximos como Valkyon. Intrigado Luccas corre pra a sua irmã que provavelmente estava na velha cerejeira da academia de Eel, ao vê-la brincar com suas habilidades ele se aproximar.

Luccas: se divertindo maninha?

Miranda: aff deixa eu me divertir!

Luccas: você viu um colar da lazuly?

Miranda: uma prateado? Sim vi inclusive esta fora de moda...mas por que a pergunta.

Luccas: É que eu sempre me perguntei por que que ela tem uma pedra azul escuro no quarto e com o emblema dos dragões.

Miranda: se refere a isso? (Mosta um colar com uma pérola com o mesmo símbolo) se chama pedra do nascimento. É uma tradição de dragões. No passado quando os dragões gêmeos se casaram ao em vez de uma aliança, deram as suas esposa pedras mágicas, sendo abençoadas pelo grande dragão ancião.

Luccas: tá mas quais são...por que se for teremos ou distrair a Guardiã dos dragões ou...

Miranda: ou?

Luccas: (com um olhar vazio porém maligno) matá-la.

Miranda: matá-la!?

Luccas: não seria maravilhoso, sermos capazes de matarmos aquela bruxa velha? Os primeiros em séculos a matará maior dael viva da face de eldarya?

Miranda: mas daeys não são fáceis de matar, além disso...

Luccas: por isso que roubei um livro na sessão proibida.

Miranda: isso é....?

Luccas: o velho livro do maior caçador de aengels que já existiu, e também o velho livro da ex líder da guarda relutante heh. (Abre o livro) e a única forma de matar um aengels dael é uma arma banhada ou criada com sangue de aengels.

Miranda: ha! Pronto! Isso vai ser algo impossível!nunca vamos conseguir isso além disso, a diretora quando assumiu mandou jogar fora todo o sangue que a fenix anterior tinha.

Luccas: relaxa garota eu sei como pegar isso hehehe vou fazer uma visitinha....

A minha querida mãe....

Continua....

*ps: as pedras do nascimento são dadas no mês do aniversário, inclusive virou uma tradição entre os dragões, ao em vez de uma aliança no casamento o marido da a sua esposa a pedra no mês que ela nasceu, a mesma coisa acontece com os filhos.

As pedra das famílias são:

Lance: ametista Valkyon: ametista

Charlotte: safira Violeta: Opala

Aaron: turqueza Azura: Água-marina

Lazuly: Lazulli Demon: Rubi

Nix: safira roxa

Dafyne: citrino

Valerion: esmeralda

Balerion: Citrino

Aengon: topázio amarelo

[crtter]

Telly I see you talk about your kitties often and I was wondering if you have a designated kitty reference post? I wanna know more about your lil creatures c:

@thebardisabird Ahh I don’t have a reference post, but I definitely want to make one now! With pictures and everything. Maybe even a sideblog only for pictures of them, since there’s no shortage of animals around here, heh (for people who don’t know it yet, my parents run an animal shelter out of our family home since I was a kid!)

But I can list them all and some basic info about them so you guys can know who’s who for now:

Cats who live in my room + the catio area:

Cobalto (blue lynx point tabby, male)

Turquesa (blue and white, female)

Royal (blue and white tabby, female)

Celeste (colorpoint and white, female)

Safira (black and white, female)

Petróleo (black, male)

⬆️ These six are siblings!

Soufflé (long haired black and white, male)

Quiche (tabby and white, male)

⬆️ Those two are brothers!

Pistache (long haired tortoiseshell, female)

Pretzel (black, female)

Napoleon AKA Leon (tabby and white, male)

Ganache (long haired black smoke and white, female)

Bombom (long haired black smoke, male)

⬆️ Those two are mother and son!

Cats who live in the kitchen area + my mom’s room:

Chaves (black, male)

Susuwatari AKA Susu (long haired black, male)

⬆️ Susu is Chaves’ father and Chaves is Pretzel’s father!

Sirena (tabby and white, female)

Nemo (tabby and white, male)

⬆️ Those two are mother and son as well!

Saga (tabby and white, male)

Frodo (tabby and white, male)

Savannah (blotched tabby, female)

Tiffany (blue, female)

Domino (calico, female)

Lollipop (colorpoint and white, female)

Francine (colorpoint, female)

⬆️ She’s Leon’s mother!

And that’s all of them! There’s the dogs as well and my two rats but if I were to list them all here this post would be a mile long.

[marianeaparecidareis]

«Exultai, vós que crestes e esperai! Gente sofredoras, levanta-te e Ame O Senhor teu Deus!»

Jesus, com os braços estendidos em cruz, as palmas das mãos voltadas para o céu, o rosto erguido, a voz estridente como uma tuba prateada, é avassalador na sua fala.... Permanece assim, em silêncio, por alguns momentos. Então Seus olhos safira param de olhar para o céu para olhar para o grande quintal apinhado de pessoas que estão suspirando profundamente comovidas ou tremendo de esperança; Junta as mãos para os mover para a frente e com um sorriso que o transfigura, emite um grito final: «Exultai, vós que crestes e esperai! Gente sofredoras, levanta-te e ame o Senhor teu Deus!»

A cura do doente é simultânea e geral. Vozes vibrantes e gritos estridentes louvam ao Salvador. Uma mulher se espreme no meio da multidão, do outro lado do quintal, arrastando o lençol que a cobria e cai aos pés do Senhor. Desta vez, a multidão apavorada solta um grito diferente: «Maria, a mulher leprosa de Joaquim!» e eles correm em todas as direções.

«Não tenha medo! Ela está curada. O contato com ela não pode fazer mal», diz Jesus, tranquilizando-os. E disse à mulher prostrada: «Levanta-te, mulher.

Você entende? Não, vocês médicos de Israel não entendem. Mas não importa se você entende. A escuridão de que fala Isaías desce sobre ti: “Eles têm olhos e não vêem. Eles têm ouvidos e não ouvem”. Você protege a Luz com o seu ódio, para que se possa dizer que a Luz foi repelida pelas trevas e o mundo se recusou a conhecê-la.

Mas exultai, vós que estavas nas trevas e crestes na Luz que vos foi anunciada, e a desejastes, procurastes e encontraram. Exultem, ó povo fiel que veio para a Salvação cruzando montanhas, vales e lagos sem considerar o fardo da longa jornada. O mesmo se aplica à outra jornada espiritual que os levará, ó povo de Bozrah, das trevas da ignorância para a luz da Sabedoria.

Exulte, ó povo de Hauran! Exulte na alegria do conhecimento. Na verdade, também se refere a você e aos seus povos vizinhos, quando o Profeta canta que seus camelos e dromedários lotarão as ruas de Naftali e Zebulom para adorar o Deus verdadeiro e ser Seus servos na santa lei suave, que nada impõe para dar paternidade divina e felicidade eterna, mas obedecendo aos dez mandamentos do Senhor: amar o Deus verdadeiro com todo o seu ser, amar o próximo como a si mesmo, guardar o sábado sem profaná-lo, honrar os pais, não matar, não roubar, não cometer adultério, não dar falso testemunho, não cobiçar a esposa ou a propriedade de outras pessoas. Oh! você é abençoado se vindo de longe você irá além daqueles que pertenciam à casa do Senhor e saíram dela, impelidos pelos dez mandamentos de Satanás: antipatia de Deus, amor de si mesmo, corrupção de culto, aspereza para com os pais, desejo assassino, tentativa de roubar a santidade de outras pessoas, fornicação com Satanás, falso testemunho, inveja da natureza e missão da Palavra, e o pecado horrível que fermenta e amadurece no fundo dos corações, de muitos corações.

O EVANGELHO COMO ME FOI REVELADO - MARIA VALTORTA.

[saltyfears]

Safira reference (2023)

Another OC I made this year! This is Safira. She is pretty quiet and draws anime during class

Her eye design was based on the moon reflecting off a lake at night

[safirasophanage]

Hello all! First of all to show off who I am.

My name is Safira, I’m a lamia wiht four arms! I’m the caretaker of the orphanage as well as a bitty owner. I’ve got four bitties as it is right now; Cimet my little cinnamon bitty (Rattlesnake Lamia) two little helpers Pamper and Cotton, my Papython and Corny lamias from Vex as well as Freya, my Cherry Coral who recently told me she prefers the female pronounce!

I hope you’ll all greet us well and show us support around here, as well as look forward to seeing the children!

[artlasllm]

safira

designed by a friend 💛

[isanimart]

Still with my Super Drags drawing addiction. Merry Christmas, with my girls!

[shadowbluehusky]

So while I did love how Safira was looking before, I decided I wanted to add something to her! So here’s a slightly updated reference for my snake lady!

I now also figured out what kind of snake she should be based off, as is seen on the reference! (I found a image of a snake with a pattern like hers and while I haven’t been able to confirm if it was the right species I hope it was!)

I still will be all right with her being drawn without the markings if anyone doesn’t want to deal with those!

Her old reference is on my old blog and can be found HERE if interested (DO NOTE the reference is not SFW, she’s without shirt and her scales are lighter around a certain part!)

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Ananias and Sapphira

So Peter said to her, “Why did you and your husband agree with each other to try to trick the Holy Spirit? Listen. Your husband is dead, and the men that buried him are near the door right now, and they will carry you out too.” Right then, Safira fell down and died in front of Peter. Then the young men came in, and they saw her dead, so they took her out and buried her next to her husband. — Acts 5:9-10 | Plain English Version (PEV) Plain English Version Bible © 2021 Wycliffe Bible Translators Australia Cross References: Ezekiel 11:13; Acts 5:3-4 and 5; Acts 15:10

[futuristicsaladparadise]

Hi :) Your face ups are wonderful! Do you have any tips for ag doll face ups? I notice yours seem to have additional coloring over the nose, upper cheeks, and forehead, and the smaller, more painterly freckles and detailed brows also lend to the lifelike look. Do you use any specific techniques or references to get these effects?

From, @doll-princesse

I'm so sorry I haven't responded to this until now @doll-princesse! Life has been getting in the way.

My tips for face ups:

Look at a lot of pictures of people who have the features you want for your doll. I went through a lot of pics of young girls to study their coloring, and tons of people with freckles to try to get the patterns right.

I do blushing (hand applied watercolor, no brush) on the nose and upper cheeks, and a bit more lightly on the forehead, bridge of nose, chin and center of the upper lip. I also like to do similar blushing on elbows and knees so the body matches the face better.

The freckles are a mix of techniques because most people don't have freckles all the same size, shape, and shade. I use a toothpick dipped in a warm brown shade of acrylic paint (nutmeg brown) because I've found it looks best. I've tried cooler colors and they don't look quite right. The amount of paint you have on the end of the toothpick will determine the size of the freckle. Generally, I'll tap the end of the toothpick on the face until there’s no more paint (starting with the nose and upper cheeks because that's where people get the most sun, and therefore freckles) and lightly tap with my fingers to blend them. Then I'll add some that I don't touch, for contrast.

The brows are just done with a basic feathering technique, short strokes starting from the root going to the tip of each hair. In a lot of cases (like Safira's below), I'll leave the original eyebrows in place as a guide and sketch over them. It helps to use more than one color and, unless I'm working on a doll with very light blonde coloring, I use a mix of watercolor pencils in black, warm brown, and white. I start with brown or black first, and just a few lines of white for highlights.

[bondsmagii]

so a while back I was talking about extensive blacklists and somebody messaged to see if I wanted screenshots of a very impressive blacklist from an old Discord server they were in. of course, I did. here are the aforementioned screenshots as promised -- naturally the person wishes to remain anonymous, but here’s what they said:

hello, t'was i who was your Long Blacklist anon. here's what i have, or at least what i have scraped from the sides of my massive screenshots folder

to note: in the first image, in the section "TSS specific", the Remus mentioned is one of the characters in the show that the server is about,  whether he's secondary or main is up for debate. like. a WHOLE CHARACTER

some of these are understandable honestly, i don't mind a lot of this, but i had forgotten "y'all" was on here and. i'm sure that was probably said about 500 times in there because. how do you. IT'S Y'ALL

I gotta admit that I was not expecting this to be so wild. I had no idea an entire regional accent would be on here; nor could I have anticipated the fact that the whole of Ohio State University would be a banned topic, but there you go.

full transcription under the cut, for which you owe me, because this is long.

USER SPECIFIC

Recording <@!412026064970186753>’s voice without permission

Pet names directed at @‘beat drop’ A Jumbo Jellyfish

Referring to @rrationality in the feminine, “kiddo” directed at by anyone but Patton

“Tinker bell” or the phrase “I just want you to succeed” directed at @Groundhog badger

Deleting messages from @JEYKSHK without informing first

“Kitten” directed at @jelly 

“Know-it-all” directed at @The Rat God Summons Thee, asking to roleplay, people fighting in earshot, interacting while under the influence of any substances

Patronising and/or directing “cute” nicknames (smol, baby, dear, etc.) at @arson, overly aggressive conpliments (heart spamming, etc.)

“Princess”/“Champ”/“Sweetheart”/“Buddy” directed at @Silverquill (She/Her)

“Sweetie”/“honey”/“babe” and other pet names directed at @let airam see fuck without permission

“Hun”/“love” directed at @Ren 

“you’re acting like ___” and “very nice” directed at @probably activism, venting privately without warning/asking

“Dumb”/“stupid”/“idiot”, etc. directed at @blurryeyesinbewilderment 

“Selfish”/“worthless” directed at @Safira 

Calling attention to/making fun of the typos of @one of the best ppl here tbh

Referring to @It ya boy idk in the feminine, mocking

Referring to @I’m gonna shine like the sun as a hypochondriac

Referring to @Currently Committing Tax Fraud as argumentative

TSS SPECIFIC [translator’s note: this is an abbreviation for The S*nders Sides-- the fandom the server is about. I censor this because I do not care for him and do not wish to type his accursed name.]

Any discussion (including mentions), images, gifs and links involving Remus, and ships where he is included

The phrase “have you ever thought about killing your brother?” [translator’s note: this entire phrase was blacked out behind censor bars.]

Unsympathetic portrayals of the Sides (being villainous, abusive, (passive) aggressive, restrictive, etc.)

Ships involving the Sides and Sleep

Romantic Prinxiety

Intruality

Romantic logicality 

Snitties (tumblr post)

CenThomas (tumblr post)

TOPICS

Tangerines

Depersonalisation and depersonification

Divorce

Being controlled/your actions not being your own (including mind control)

Bullying (in a non-joking context)

Burning buildings and house fires

Belittling serious issues

Zombies

Existential issues (such as questioning reality)

Claustrophobic (small) spaces

Being patronised

Puppets

Bad parental relationships

Narcissistic people

Ohio State University

Annesia/mind-wiping

Bernie Sanders (US Politician)

Hell (discussion of)

Anesthesia

Fasting (for religious reasons or otherwise)

Unhappy endings

Power outages

Directing “stupid” at another person

Southern or Texan accents

Cringe culture

Spiders

Heights

The concept of pure nothingness

POC being stereotypes as promiscuous

Conflating age regression with age play [translator’s note: ‘age play’ was blacked out behind censor bars.]

Condiments (ketchup, mustard, etc.)

Malevolent of morbid supernatural entities

Food dicourse

Roanoke (the historical colony)

Self-depreciation

Heated discussions

Major character death

Hanahaki disease

Ants (the insect)

Eye lip eye (sequence of emojis)

Realistic-looking teeth on non-human things

Teeth in any place but a mouth

Human trafficking

Worms

OTHER MEDIA

The son “Sing me to sleep” by Alan Walker

Creepypasta (all forms)

The song “Hide and seek” by SeeU

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (webseries)

The song “Last christmas” by Wham!

Heathers (movie and musical)

The song “Empty” by boyinaband

The song “You should see me in a Crown” by Billie Eilish

The Momo challenge

Stephen King’s It (book and movies)

The song “Bury a friend” by Billie Eilish

Undertale and Delta Rune (video games)

The song “Wish you were gay” by Billie Eilish

The song “Ocean eyes” by Billie Eilish

Sora from Kingdom Hearts (video games)

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island (movie)

Onward (movie)

WORDS/NAMES/PHRASES

The word “senpai”

The name “Cryptid”

“I see the light”/“I’m going into the light”/“Light at the end of the tunnel”

“A beautiful mind”

“Babe” in a romantic context

“Baby” and “sweetiepie” as pet names

The name “Tristan”

The name “Ana”

The name “Jamie”

The name “William/Will”

“Make yourself useful”

“Y’all”

“Agere” (as a shortform of age regression)

SOUNDS AND VISUALS

Fife music (fife and drum corps)

Loud noises

Spiders and insects

Trypophobic images

“Distant shore” and “It’s all over isn’t it” from Steven Universe

Homestuck (all forms)

Crying while laughing

High saturation/bright images/eyes strain

[lepertamar]

:D i cleaned it up into a proper fic in a spate of inspiration.....

references/intertext x x x x x and based on this art

(‘you stare back into me until i exist’)

—that is the through-line as Tamar steps along the city street with her cane in her hand and G-d in her burned-out eyes, wreathing flame of soulstuff floating out and licking her cheeks and eyelids in the harsh desert wind. she stops in the middle of a square, inhaling a cacophony of the world’s happenings like she used to on her motorcycle, grinning at Them, as the two of them talk to each other, motorcycles honking at her and she uncaring, she went blind for it — this fire shining like bells, ringing like stars.

(oh no, not it, Them, G-d, she saw the face of G-d. you, dear sir, could see her, though she will never see you, and for her it is worth it.)

she doesn’t know what the man who accosts her looks like, the one who seizes her arm and pulls her aside, lecturing her about her getting distracted and blocking traffic, asking her isn’t she embarrassed, for dropping her circlet and so brazenly baring her breasts—the same way she bares her fire-brimming eyeless eye sockets, her price, the proof of the baffling act that she has done. but she can feel his revulsion, pity, attraction, jealousy, and longing as he looks at her.

she is newly blinded, newly runaway, it has only been a month. every nerve still quivering, every moment still distracted, every touch like sex, every touch jostles G-d which jostles her soul which jostles her nerves and her senses — a circuit between her eyes and her genitalia. Safira says she will get used to it — not that it will get any less intense no never it never ever will, just that she will become more solid around it, more cooked into stability. but she is always lustful right now, dear sir, you could tell easily! just like you can tell she is the sort of girl who did that to herself, to her eyes, and liked it.

and it’s hard for Tamar to be bothered much by other people now anyway (people who aren’t Elīya that is, people who she doesn’t need to explain to) and she wants money, more money, because she does want to make herself a completely new life beholden to nothing and no one from her old life, here, like this, but someone as blind and mad as she is can only do so much. so she sells sex for money and this man‘s grip on her arm makes her tongue loll out in sensualness, he notices, he asks if she sells it. 

she says yes because it’s true, even though her lust is not why she sells it. but she doesn’t care to explain, cares not at all if she is misinterpreted, no one making either a silver-backed mirror or a silver-gelatin photograph out of her can deny what she knows she has done. she shrugs at it, for what of it? he asks if she sells it, she says yes, he offers. she lies down for his money cheerfully.

in a back alley, cool in the shade of the stone buildings from the blazing desert sun, loud with the clatter of the city of Eden, she lies on the dusty cobblestones, her legs open like her eyelids, she lets this man open her flesh, handle and pinch her nipples. and G-d is laughing, They are pealing with bells of laughter at her, charmed and wrestled into respect for her brazenness, for it is like Their own. They are gripping tight the delicate ocular filaments of nerves between Tamar’s eye sockets and her brain, that now hold Their fiery soul and her sight, that once used to attach to her now destroyed and burnt-out eyes — G-d yanks on her frayed nerve filaments the way this man yanks her hair as he fucks her

jealous, gleeful, proud, burning with pride, G-d has been Seen by her, do you know! !!!more of the depths of My soul is in !you than anyone else can be in you~ !!I am deeper in the depths of !your soul than anyone else will reach~

(!you see! here is the brutal thing: G-d does not make her feel small and humbled against Their enormity. instead, what Tamar never anticipated, Their enormity held inside her sight and her choice makes her realize, makes her stand and see in laughing self-mockery and dismay, how vast and intricate she is, and just how little of herself (!her greatness!!) she knows so far. even though what little she does know of herself now — that slim shining axle of what she knows she !did, which all the vastness of her self turns on — she knows more intensely and truthfully than anyone else in the world except the others who chose like her.)

(and she will spend her whole life finding out. how could she possibly explain that to Elīya?)

the man inside her wants to kiss her, is afraid to kiss her, is repulsed-afraid! to look too closely at her burned eyes even though he bruises her thighs and her inner walls with his arousal, and though she can feel frissons of alarm from him that tell her when he glances into the flame, searching, begging, asking why, what.

asking her what does she know! what she knows? she !knows! she knows she saw Them.

(she would never think or care to help you understand, she isn’t playing you, not even if she laughs, she laughs only at herself — she is !Tamar!Tamar! she is Tamar, who once wanted and chose to do this, she is still Tamar, who has done it and seen Them. she is part-exposed part-reacted with G-d, luminous-burnt, some part of her is made a filmstrip of herself-seeing on the top of Erezel Plateau with her motorcycle lying behind her and the desert all around her. and how how could she ever regret or ever explain?)

(as she steps along her path with her head held high, as she lies naked in the street beneath another for coin, being what she has done. with nothing in her eyes but what she has done. and the rest of herself cooking into a roast of denatured spools of knowing, unlocked life for her feasting.)

G-d is kissing her, kissing each eye, burning them to nothing, has already burned them to nothing but is burning them still, G-d is kissing her sight into nothing-everything-only-Them still. she is dying in this kiss, her eyes are conquered by Them. no one, after what They did to her (what she did with Them!), can understand such desire, though everyone can see it. ah, the paths we take are many and dark, the path she takes is an abjuring price, she is ardent and cruel in her walking it, she knows this. she almost bows, almost curtseys, to herself, to her sight of her god.

!understand?? explain? need? ! no, no! !wanted! i wanted, the one who is me is who wanted! who is this me who has wanted??

set me as a seal upon your heart G-d is saying to her, and she is saying it back — seals made of fire instead of wax, made of of G-d’s soul instead of wax, are stamped in her eyes and Tamar’s soul is stamped on Their fire as a seal, forever, fierce and vehement as death

(have you ached for the world? you stare back into Me until I exist. // have You ached for the world? You stare back into me until i exist)

what a waste, the man says to her as he places coins on her bare heaving chest, with all his skin crawling yet his soul longing. you are so young, and all used up by Them already, your body and soul butchered and their fat parts burnt into an offering to Them, cut off from all you could be forever, you are the ruin of the person you could have been because of this

no one says or even thinks stuff like that anymore — no one except the people who truly understand the brutality of the soul, the meaning of what makes one identifiable to oneself. he says: people will say her price was nothing big, it’s allowed because it means nothing, eyes aren’t important but neither is blindness, it’s okay because it’s not a change, they say it because they are afraid to imagine it, he means. and he’s right, though he can’t imagine anything worth it either.

at this point, he knows her better than Elīya could, she’s pretty sure.

eh, Tamar says, that’s all true. i am the ruin of a nonexistent person. and i, this ruin, exist. i am one who saw Them, i am one who did that.

(and it was so so worth it)

G-d is laughing laughing laughing, singing soul is rippling in patterns and there are thousands of patterns and she can see all of them, just as she begged to. she will spend all her life trying to know why every one of them are Them.

and trying to know what it means that the patterns include G-d echoing off of her soul, making every pattern of her soul known to her by echolocation in the flood of fire, by the stamp on the clay

(i saw Them, that was me, i know what knowing oneself looks like. i know i am one who saw Them — who is this me who is seeing You? (y/You stare into m/Me until i/I exist.)

it has only been a month, all i know so far is that it was worth it.)

[charlott2200]

Pride month art 2021

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Day 5: queer + drag

Prompts by @pridewrite2021

Super late

Super drags from : super drags in netflix

Re draw !!

I really like this show

Hope you give it a chance and with the original audio please 💚 is actually a big step for latinoamerican animation ,the characters are really likeable and their problems are real  ,is so important for brazilian lgbt+ people now with the politics in brazil

But when it premiered in english it started a controversy with the series:

" some say that the characters are stereotypes and it is not good for the LGBT + community and the humor is too hard and repulsive"

Sometimes there were jokes that go too far ,but most of them are fine ,cause latino america has a very agressive humor ,when you watch some latinoamerican show it will be very hard jokes ,even in the kids shows

ALL of the people who made super drags are part of the community

Even the voices actors are drag queens

Original :

Pabllo vittar drag queen and singer is goldiva

Silvetty Montilla drag queen is Vedete Champagne

In the english dub theres :

Trixie Mattel

Ginger Minj

 Willam Belli

Shangela.

One opinion of mine is the english dub dont do justice

Even with all of these talented drag queens it wasent the same as the original ,the jokes were changed and worst it erased one of the most important part of safira/ralph  character their love for ANIME ,here in latam we still refer as people who love anime as an otaku (even when is know it meaning ) and the community here is huge brazil and mexico being the first places but in all latam anime is a big influence,so ralph represent that, even safira desing takes elements of it (the wand  ,miku hair ,the references ) so erasing that part of the character was a really bad move

So i think is better to watch it in portuguese or latino american spanish .

But theres something more important

 the politics in brazil since the election of its president bolsonaro has worsened every time more for lgbt + people

The president of brazil is racist homophobe who actually have change the laws in brazil to NOT protect lgbt+  people.

Super drags was cancelled at the 1 season cause religuious homophobic people in brasil.

And this is the most important reason super drags IS IMPORTANT EVEN IF IS NOT PERFECT  it gives strength and hope to a lot in the country when this awful men is making laws .

Hope you like 💞