#imma gonna do it

[lexstellaris]

Daily Draw - 27/4/23 - Sacred Rebels Oracle (Alana Fairchild)

11 - Diving for Light

I'm doing this as my daily work for Hekate, mostly to get to know the deck, as well as to hone my intuitive skills in reading. I also want to practice reflective writing, and I'm sure at some points, I'll just draw a card, see it as a prompt, and let my imagination run with it. So that's the purpose of this. I want to attempt intuitive feelings first before I check the book meaning, then see where that leads me and what stands out. Will I come to some kind of grand relevation through this? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I will just have a tumblr filled with reading notes idk. But I won't get better if I don't practice, so. Here we are.

Also warning, these may be very long, or not very interesting to anyone other than me so. >_>

My initial impressions of this card are that this is the face of a mermaid. Her hair is made from seaweed or sea grass of some kind. She has scales around her face, and what looks like some kind of metalic armour or collar. She has two seahorses around her third eye, and two that hang by her neck that feel like they might otherwise be earrings. She has a calm expression on her face, but her eyes feel like they're looking further away. Whatever she's seen, it's nothing concerning. The top of the card is lighter than the bottom, where you don't actually see the top of the water, but the faint hints of seaweed that fade to white. There are also air bubbles around her face.

Diving for light suggests the need to dig deep before being able to surface. To dive below and leave burdens behind before it's possible to reach the surface and break through the water. I'm carrying burdens I need to let go of because they're holding me back, holding me down. Being underwater can make things weigh less than they do on land, so the true weight of the burdens may not be as obvious until I come up for air.

Water, too, is darker the further down you go. Deep ocean is basically pitch black. Light can only penetrate so far into water before all the wavelengths are absorbed and there's nothing left but black water. Drawing this card may signify I've reached that point of being too far down, and there's a need to come back up. To start moving upwards with healing work so I don't feel the need to hide in the darkness, blind to the work that needs doing.

As a child of Sobek, I've often had meditation experiences where we've travelled underwater together. I lie on His back, holding on tight, and He zooms through the water. I am never afraid of drowning because I don't need to breathe. I am an underwater creature when I'm travelling through water with Him, just like I am a creature of air when I fly with Heru as a bird.

I'm at a point in my life where I'm coming back to practice, too, after three long years of pandemic, post-grad study, and burn-out. Finding those connections again and returning to Sobek's light resonates with me here. Swimming through the water to find Him again, like I always do. He is the water. He is the Nun, the primordial waters of creation. He carries me on His back from the depths of those primordial waters and brings me to life. I rise like Ra on His back, bathed in His radiance. He brings me back, cleansed, healed, more aware of my own limitations and skills, welcomes me back and says, I missed you. I missed you too. HIs gentle presence, His warmth, the way He holds me close and offers me guidance.

We are diving to surface. Going deep before returning. Finding the wounds that need healing and leaving behind burdens to lie on the sea floor. I don't need them anymore. I don't. Let them go. Let them go. I'm diving through the water on His back and I'm not afraid. I'm not drowning. The water is my world. I move freely in it.

Diving deep and getting in touch with my own emotions may also be a call here, because I am notoriously Bad At Emotions, as an autistic person. I don't feel anything very strongly, positive or negative. So getting to know how I respond to things is not always easy when joy, happiness, and being in a good mood all feel - and are expressed - very much the same to me. So perhaps this exercise in card draws is going to help me find that light, to better understand myself and my own emotions. Water is often associated with emotions, after all.

The book says,

"The oracle of Diving for Light speaks of a time when you are called into darkness through life circumstances, situations, relationship challenges or inner struggles that defy clear understanding."

And tbh, given it is the dark half of the year for me, and is a time when I do tend to be more reflective and do inner shadow work, this feels appropriate.

"When diving for light, one must be willing to bear the darkness and understand it has a purpose, much like winter does upon the earth."

Which reminds me of some experiences I had with an octopus spirit some time back where it held me in the water after flooding it with ink. I could see nothing, but there was no fear. It was about addressing the shadow, the darkness, and being okay with that. Sitting with it, and with myself, almost in a sensory deprivation kind of way. Being aware that I cannot escape myself, but that this is a safe space to do this.

"The oracle brings particular guidance that althought you are powerful, you are also vulnerable at this time."

Which, WELL HELLO. Guess who's had an urge to do some protection work rn. >_> I have plans for some protection bottles for the house, but I think I will also do some personal talismans as well for extra protection for myself. Regular cleansings and purifications should also help to keep the gunk off and keep me safe from bad shit. I have been neglecting regular purifications ngl, and I need to get back into it. It does help so much.

But I do also heed this as a call for more formal shadow work too. There's fears there that need conquering, and I can't do that if I keep away from the darkness. It is a test, but one I can handle. Because I'm Sobek's child, and His strength is my strength. The water is my playground. We sink into the Lake of Faiyum like Ra to join with Wesir in the darkness of the night, and we will rise again like Ra, reborn, shining with radiance in the morning.

[geomimetry]

its my turn in the confession booth, for me have sin 🤠 (suggestive art under the cut)

[rotshi]

"Caught in the Rain"

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I 1.02 "It's pretty deep. All the doctors in the ER are busy. I'll stitch it up for you."

[s0rr3l]

“You- get back here you stupid monkey!!!”

just shenanigans on the road ;)

bonus:

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[notherpuppet]

I can't tell you who, but one of the animators of the Loser Baby sequence, really likes your comics <3

Sndjowjans YOU CAN TELL ME ITS OKAY I CAN HANDLE IT (DONT TELL ME I CANT FUCKING HANDLE IT)

[mochinomnoms]

I'm curious about the dreams Idia was having about the reader.

(reference to this)

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

It's quite silly, really. Idia was never one to yearn for the touch, closeness, the affections of a person. He was fine, being alone. It was better this way. He could cope with his games and shows, online groups and friends filling the void. Besides, why would he want to drag another person into the Shroud curse? It already took one person from him, Idia couldn't stand doing it to another as long as it was up to him. Plus, he wasn't exactly prime boyfriend, let alone husband material (perhaps he did that intentionally).

So, Idia wasn't all too worried when he first started becoming friends with you. You were kinda weird, but a friend to introverts like him! Somehow always a wallflower, but always involved in the chaos of overblots and school. But, you were conscientious of his need for space and privacy; Ortho must have said something to you about his eating habits, cause you started bringing food other than chips, soda, and ramen cups for him to eat, like actual meals. You also liked to entertain Ortho, who liked when you drew silly designs on his plating, which is always a plus in Idia's book. You were sweet, like his favorite ramune soda. Despite having abysmal skills in gaming (which he was all too happy to make fun of you for) he liked having you as his support, watching him on the sidelines and being a cute cheerleader. In exchange, Idia lent you an old gaming computer and bullied tutored you in a few of his favorite games so you could be his squishy healer in raids.

But, he was a bit worried when he started feeling something more than platonic things for you. Then, he was exceptionally concerned when, at the first day of spring, Idia started coughing hydrangeas, which he managed to secretly keep under wraps from Ortho for a few weeks. No, he was downright mortified when, during those few weeks, night after night, he started having dreams of you.

They started off innocent at first: you on his lap, head on his shoulder, as he played the latest RPG. You murmured words of encouragement, sleepily nuzzling your head into his. Another, he was in the board game club, where you cheered him on as he won a match against Azul in some luck-based game. Idia remembers giving Azul a smug smirk as you threw your arms around him and pressed kisses into his cheek. He even faintly remembers one where you simply sat with him in class, fingers lacing through his in comfort as he dealt with the anxiety of being out and about.

It wasn't until he was a week in when the dreams, infested with hydrangea bouquets always at the corner of his eye, that he knew he was utterly screwed beyond belief.

It started off sweet, at first. This time, you were with him at Styx, though you looked a few years older and were wearing a similar uniform to his mother. He was wearing the uniform as well, though it more closely resembled his father's. He was now Styx head, and you, his precious little wife. The domestic stuff was fine, it made his heart rate spike up so much that Ortho questioned if he had a nightmare while sleeping, but it was fine he could deal. You did look cute… as you smiled up at him… leaned up to kiss his cheek… and whisper in his ear…

“Idiaaa~ What if I crawled under your desk and sucked you off? Do you think you could stay quiet? You can, can't you? For me~”

It was fuzzy, when he tried to remember it, but Idia remembers the heat pooling in his belly. Your hands trailing down his chest down to his hips. Your lips following after and pressing soft, slow kisses down and down until—

Idia's flames grew into a burning, hot pink as his face is in his hands the following morning. He'd actually gone to bed at a reasonable time (to him anyway, 3 am was reasonable), and woke up with that in his head? How was he supposed to function? How was he supposed to look at you, talk with you, when the last memory he had was a dream of you sucking him off???

It progressively got worse from there. It was a weird mix of erotically domestic scenarios. You, waking up to him in bed before work, riding him as you cooed sweet words. Another of the two of you heavy petting, his hands groping your ass as you curled your body into his, making out in his office before Idia had to run off to a meeting, leaving you pouting and telling him to, “Hurry back to your needy little wifey~” One of you cooking him breakfast in one of his shirts, before he bent you over the kitchen counter, after which you sat on his lap and hand fed him.

The last one that really freaked him out, which led to him further isolating himself until Ortho dragged him out to the nurse, was one where he woke up to you next to him in bed. You smiled the sweetest smile to him, whispering to Idia how much you loved him, moving over to press a trail of kisses from his lips, to his neck, down his chest and abdomen. Idia was anticipating the same follow-up from his first dream, especially as your hands reached to pull his briefs down before a soft whine, followed by a cry, interrupted you.

He had no clue what to think, as you make a surprised noise, smiling at him, as the following words left your mouth: “The baby's awake, guess we'll have to continue this later, huh?” Dream Idia giggled along with you as the two of you shared a kiss, watching as you rolled off the bed to the bassinet that he was just noticing. He watched as you cooed and murmured soft words to the small, blue-flamed haired baby, reaching their tiny hands for you. But it was the next sentence that bolted him from sleep into a dry sweat:

“Say good morning! Say, 'good morning' to your baba, my darling~”

Idia let out a screech as he flailed out of bed, tangled in his sheets. He was coughing up a storm of hydrangeas when Ortho flew in, panicked and already full of concern for Idia's health. It was then Ortho started insisting that Idia visit the infirmary, much to his chargin.

At least you'd never see him like this… right?

[noxlotl]

Frost

has audio (the audio aint anything special but an attempt was made and it took time so xD)

the gif was so heavy had to resize it multiple times waaaaaaa

[literallyjusttoa]

"Sunny!" you cry, "Why did you draw the entire Trojan royal family from oldest to youngest in two days? That seems wildly unhealthy!"

"hurghhhhhhhh" I reply.

Anyways here's the full family portrait

(Only four of these people survive the Trojan war btw :D)

[widdlediddle2]

finished art of that one lumity drawing i had

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw thinkin’ so hard about Levi ‘n comparing hand sizes for the first time~

Levi pressing his palm to yours. curling his fingers over yours mumbling about how soft your skin is and much bigger his hands are…….

Before he can stop it the thought of what your hand would feel wrapped around Levi’s cock pops into his mind. His face turning bright red as he pulls his hand away from yours. Stuttering out an apology and going back to whatever game the two of you were playing.

The same image of you working so hard to close you hand around his cock filling his mind later when he’s trying to jerk off-

His imagination running wilder too, you on your knees below him, using your mouth, giving him little licks before you suck on the tip

 “…Not….not enough-” Levi whines, eyes closed tight to keep his fantasy that you’re actually there. Actually with him, helping him-

Speeding up his movements trying to match what you’re doing in his mind, “It’s still not right….” After all, your hand wouldn’t be able to wrap all the way around his cock like his own can. Instead, he tried to mimic your hand, loosening his own grip and lifting off a finger.

“cl-closer…” moaning and biting his lip to keep from actually calling your name, only getting a few more shaky jerks of his hand along his cock, teasing his thumb over the tip before he’s cumming all over his own hand.

Letting out another, louder, whine, as disappointment flashes across his face when Levi opens his eyes and he see you aren’t actually in front of him…

Reaching for some tissues to clean up with he thinks about how your hands would have been coved in his cum….or maybe you’d let him finish on you face? Or down your throat…. “Fuck ‘m getting hard again….”

[arkarti]

YOU PROMISED US WILLRY ART

shhh I know, I'm on it 😳

here, have this in the meantime: William being a cocky bitch <3

the answer is: no he can't be more professional when it comes to Henry. it will land him in situations like these, and he ain't complaining~

[clockworkreapers]

Making more stuff up for Tales From The Road, maybe rest stop to figure out where exactly you are cuz its looked like this for nearly three hours of driving

Boy Nebraska is flat, hope someone doesnt get abducted by something in a corn field, that would so suck

[scramratz]

What should my next tattoo be?

[thesarcasticism]

one of my favorite parts of p3wm act 2, shinjiro rapping "deep breath, deep breath" while everyone else struggles against the arcana justice/chariot shadow and then "the battle for everyone's souls" comes on and they all do a sick fight sequence