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[thetarantulacollective]

Watch "Indra's Web Unraveled: The Connection Between Spiders and the Ancient Buddhist Concept" on YouTube

Embark on a captivating exploration of Indra's Web, a metaphorical representation of interconnectedness in Buddhist and Hindu texts. Discover the profound connection between this ancient concept and the intricate artistry of spiders. Join me as we delve into the historical roots and factual evidence behind this remarkable tale, and witness how the masterful web-weaving skills of spiders mirror the essence of Indra's Web. Uncover the interplay of light, the delicate balance of existence, and the timeless wisdom that inspires unity and reverence for all life.

[empyreanemissary]

Thoughts pt2, Peacock Tails 13/3/24

(Pt1 here, divided into two and queued because it was long ramblings)

I'm going to be referring to the Bodies as that from now on: the Bodies. There's a use discussing atomic particles and atom-esque ideas of the tiniest amount of something which retains its coding, but the Sky is best discussed in terms of the Bodies - atoms are Bodies, Bodies are not atoms.

The individual Bodies can act as gateways into various parts of existence. Understanding the Map, that is how to navigate reality beyond spacetime through Correspondence of all connecting to all and other Laws like Polarity's snapping to points, allows the sky spirit to navigate through individual Bodies into various points on planes, through time, etc. Really, anything can be accessed through them, but anything can be accessed through anything if one has the means to; the Bodies are particularly good for sky spirits.

Traversal through spacetime is one thing we use it for. Through the eyes of Indra's Web, the rest of reality is reflected and thus exists within. Through the Bodies, all is reflected and thus all exists within. The Sky is an ever-moving yet perfectly still thing, and it holds coding in each of its Bodies of when, where, etc., which is a set of correspondences that lends itself well to teleportation.

For example: The droplet of rain is not just an orb that reflects everything to varying degrees of definition, it is also a part of a process. Like a road isn't a destination and a teenager isn't an individual species from its adult self, the rain is one manifestation of a process of the water cycle. It feels, energetically, the nest of the cloud and the floor and the siphon between the two. It knows what path it will take before it takes it, it's more akin to the body of a snake in-between its head and tail. It's a train on a track - a train without a track is not a train - that can be taken to get from one point to another.

Here's the catch: It isn't just a method of teleportation from cloud to ground. It's complex, first: because the rain also both gathers things from elsewhere and evaporates as it falls, it's destination is not contained in the path the droplet form takes. Second: What we're navigating when we attach ourselves to it is not going to be the siphon from cloud to rain as tied to spacetime. If we have the energy and time to do that, we may as well just go to the ground ourselves instead of taking a rain droplet there. Instead, the process of travelling via rain…

I'm sure there's many processes, but the one I'm remembering now (and it's my blog I get to talk about what I want) is a psychedelic trip through spacetime. The rain speaks of many, many things. Humans brush past this when they talk about “we drink the same water dinosaurs drank”, except it's not so physical. Every thing in existence has a story written into it of everything it has ever been in contact with: animals grow, cliffs erode, even rocks in a vacuum will tell of their time in it like the gaps between rings do in trees, though hopefully that example shows, given that one wouldn't be able to physically see the time untouched in a rock in a vacuum, that I'm not saying it speaks in a way we physically have the ability to read at least in this day and age.

Everything speaks of everything and does so through lines of alterations in its coding, which can be traced back. Polarity - and thus the Trinity Kings and those orbiting them - know how to navigate the polarisation of self, other, and importantly both or “us” if you will. All three are states that can be changed in things. The lines of alterations are generally in the state of “us” as both which can be navigated to follow “us” back to other which can then be switched to self, or more so there's a siphon engaged in “us” when one connects with the other side to turn it to self.

Anyway. The main usage of rain as a gateway is to traverse the local states quickly. It's a lightning art used by those who wield the lightning bolt. The self is pulled like hot candy down the siphon of the process of rain (and all other weather processes) and frays out like a centipede or peacock's tail feather, submerging oneself in the local (local space and local time) history and workings… History is a word with specific connotations I don't want, refer to what I said earlier about what seeing through the eyes in the Sky Web allows such as the magnetic flows of weather patterns, but also things like the flows and tension of time in an area, the energies that have been expelled recently by the life around the area, and other information stored in the brain of the area itself.

The reason I say this is my blog and I can do what I want is because this isn't technically gateways like I set this up to be. It's a snake extending its tongue if anything, it's an intense force of realignment with the life in and workings of a given area. The comparison to the lightning arts is twofold: first of all, yes it is a lightning art. Second: Indra-Zeus wields his lightning as a staff of rulership and this is a ruling thing. The local sky spirit has no reason to do this unless it is so in tune with the area is is effectively merging itself into it, aligning it's consciousness with both the area and the life there. This lightning form, the spiral and centipedal extrusion into the workings and information of an area is both an extension of the god's power and iconic symbol of his ruling, it is his ruling in manifested form.

This is done in person when big change needs to occur, I'm pretty sure. But the resident sky god would more likely have himself set up so that he extends into the area in a less personal way, his peacock tail - the extruding of self in the processes of the weather and sky which causes fraying like a centipede or peacock's tail - dipped throughout the area so that this can happen with something that isn't his conscious mind or main body. Ah, yes, right, I think I remember going through the process with my conscious mind because I was curious what the experience would be like when done not with the energetic extensions of self, but the main self. It stretches the mind, that's the psychedelic trip: being extruded into thin line and frayed while retaining all nerves and understanding of self that your normal body carries. Well, your understanding of self shifts from the experience alone, I suppose.

[hopeworth]

anne carson, antigonick // naruto // richard siken, war of the foxes // mira lightner, when i met you // rosanna warren, turnus

[abyssalpriest]

honestly im gonna stop apologising and start saying if you want to understand the kings and the Void on a visceral level, play bloodborne. ideally invite lev to play with you he loves bloodborne its his baby

and when i say that i mean either ask him to fucking help you get through it because hes very fuckin good at the game, or ask him to talk to you through it like just go on a fucking journey and listen to him and you will find out shit you never dreamed of

[blackvahana]

i mean. well! cant say the mira dont... or. arent their job!

[talonabraxas]

“When one displays the Buddha mudra with one’s whole body and mind, sitting upright in this samadhi even for a short time, everything in the entire dharma world becomes buddha mudra, and all space in the universe completely becomes enlightenment.” — Dōgen Zenji 道元禅師 1200 – 1253 CE

Indra's Net Talon Abraxas

Possibly first used in an early, c. 1000 BCE Atharva Veda Hindu text, the Avataṃsaka Sūtra repurposed this imagery to symbolize the Buddhist principles of emptiness and interdependent origination. The 7th Century Chinese Buddhist Huayan school developed these ideas further and "Indra's Net" became a symbol for "True Self" — the vast, interconnected web that includes all phenomenon.

Each interdependent, individual jewel or point of connection (our consciousness), in a mirror-like way reflects the totality of this vast network. All experience at these points spreads back and through Indra's Net influencing it just like all of the experiences at the other points come back and influence our "True Self."

These teachings became an important influence on Chinese Chan Buddhism, the Korean Hwaeom school, and the Japanese Shingon lineage. For hundreds of years, this concept permeated mystical traditions and taught the oneness and omnipresent sacredness of all life, the illusion of all feelings and thoughts of separateness.

Today, these ideas have entered the world of science, the multidimensional theories of modern physics, and as an insightful way of understanding how our brains function.

[imthepunchlord]

Which animals would fit the Creation-Destruction duality better in Miraculous?

Ok this is a little funny as I was just ranting away on Discord about how, through all my research on various animals covering myth, folklore, symbolism, ect.; in comparison to all I found, Ladybug was really kinda boring to pick as an important animal to follow and to be so major in the narrative.

At the core of it, it comes down to love, luck, and divinity (either as God's servant or God's cow). Through divinity you could tie LB to Creation, as God's often a creator, but even then, more often it's more divine intervention that actually creating. So between the two, Ladybug is the easier one to push out as the Miraculous Creator.

There's a few Miraculous in canon that could've worked for Creation.

Bee can easily fit out of the 5.

Bees are heavily tied to life. They help plants grow and thrive, which in turn helps with our survival, they build up their hive and community, and create honey that has healing qualities. Why, in Greek myth, honey is tied to Ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. And while bees are tied to order, they're also known to be adaptable. Alongside cats, bees are one of the animals that recognize there's a gain to working with humans (I believe they're the only animal that will straight up unionize if with an unfit beekeeper, straight up leaving them to go elsewhere).

Bees are also tied to the artistic side of creation, not just builders and crafting honey, but through their ties to Apollo, specifically the music aspect of him, where you have bees that hum and they waggle (dance). Creation you can also tie to interconnection with life that bees also echo, their whole thing is about being a big community that works together; they're also thought to be tied to the souls of the deceased, in Greece bees are thought to escort souls to the afterlife (and have made beehive tombs), and in Celtic culture, I've read they'll tell bees about their day and bees will deliver messages to passed on loved ones to keep them updated.

Bee probably really is my top pick for the alternative for Creation, cause so much clicks, so canon's direction with it made me very disappointed.

Of the Zodiac, that's Dragon and Rabbit.

The Chinese dragon is the opposite of the western, not just being a source of benevolence, but also being a creator, source of life, wisdom, bringers of fortune, and protection. There's a myth that dragons created paper and taught humans how to read and write, dragons would bring rain to water crops and feed life, and they will clash with the chaos bringing tiger to keep order, cresting a yin-yang balance in their fight, making equilibrium between order and chaos.

Rabbit in turn is tied to artistry and life. There is the Moon Rabbit who crafts the Elixir of Life; Celts tied rabbits to Eostre the goddess of spring, which potentially inspired the Easter Bunny, a bringer of food, fun, and new beginnings. And of course, rabbits are tied to creating a lot of life.

Of my OC Miraculous, that'd be Spider.

Spiders are the artisans of the animal world, creating webs, and inspiring weavers. They heavily represent interconnection and life (Indra's Web is the most iconic), and are tied to various creation myths and gods, like the Egyptian goddess Neith (creation, fate, weaving, destiny; mother of Ra, creator of the universe); and Grandmother Spider from Native American culture.

Honorable mentions, not having as much to them to really fit Creation:

Peafowl is tied to the Hindu goddess Saraswati who is tied to: knowledge, music, flowing water, abundance and wealth, art, speech, wisdom, and learning

Bull/Ox was thought to help teach humans how to farm and feed themselves, and helped ever since

The World Turtle who supports all life

Snake is a dual symbol of life and death, and thought to be a bringer of rain in some cultures; they're also tied to a Chinese creator deity Nuwa; snakes are also tied to various trees of life

For Destruction, Cat does work fine. Over all, cats are more tied to protection, magic, and love (especially maternal). But cats are efficient hunters, are chaotic, destructive, and unpredictable. So it's not a stretch for Cat to be Destruction, and Cataclysm does work for the pun too.

But there are other options that can work too.

Of the 5, Fox wouldn't be a stretch for it at all. While iconic for it's trickery, foxes are destroyers of order, control, and security, and some can lead to destruction of life. Tricking their enemies to death, devastating livestock; there are myths of eastern foxes possessing others and destroying livelihoods, devouring their life energy; foxes are also often tied to fire, which can be a devastating element.

Of the Zodiac...

Tiger is easily can fit, it has a more destructive association than Cat, being tied to danger, aggression, chaos, and war.

If Dragon is meant to represent all dragons, then it can apply for Destruction as well.

Snake can apply as it can be a devastating animal through venom, they're tied to death and vengeance, also snakes inspired a lot of villainous dragons (Python, Hydra, Nidhogg, sea serpents, wyverns, wyrms, cockatrice, basilisk); there's the devastating Medusa, and Ouroboros is tied to cycles of self-destruction.

Of the OC Miraculous...

There's Owl and Raven which are often a harbingers of death and are an ominous symbol. They're also tied to war.

Wolf is another promising one, as most myth and folklore ties it to villainy and destruction, the iconic Big Bad Wolf, who devastates livestock, and are known to be hungry and devouring.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, near Socorro, NM: Sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis) arriving for the winter. Photo: Dennis Chamberlin (Oct 2023) :: [Robert Scott Horton]

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The Net of Indra is a vast, bejeweled matrix spanning and encompassing the whole universe. From every knot hangs a jewel, and each jewel reflects all the other jewels within the net. My father’s life was one jewel hanging from a knot in that infinite web, and in that jewel was reflected my life, and my brothers’ lives, and my mother’s life. —Eugene Richards, “A Life Too Long”

[alive on all channels]

[usafphantom2]

Spanish government approves purchase of US$ 7.5 billion of new C-295 aircraft and Eurofighter jets

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 09/17/2023 - 16:39in Military

This week, the Spanish government approved contracts for defense investments that include 16 C-295 aircraft and 25 new Eurofighter jets.

The Ministry of Defense plans to allocate 7 billion euros (about US$ 7.5 billion) to these programs and other smaller contracts. The emphasis of investments is on the Spanish Air and Space Force.

The contract for 16 C-295 aircraft was approved, of which 6 are intended for maritime patrolling and 10 for maritime surveillance. The contract is valued at 2.034 billion euros and is expected to be finalized by the end of 2023. The acquisition aims to replace lost capacities with the withdrawal of the last P-3 Orion.

With the treatment of this purchase, which involves the acquisition of 16 aircraft, Spain will be able to recover the military capabilities necessary to meet the country's objectives with NATO and to continue to guarantee the national commitments acquired within the Alliance.

A separate program involves the acquisition of 25 new Eurofighter jets to replace some F-18s at the Torrejón and Zaragoza bases. The program is estimated at 4.593 billion euros, between the years 2023 and 2035. The investment package also includes provisions for the 20 Eurofighter jets previously purchased in the Halcón I program. The spending limit has been authorized and additional approval is required.

Currently, the C.15M (Eurofighter) aircraft fleet is about to start the decommissioning process, scheduled for about 2030, so it is necessary to replace it.

To this will be added an initial logistics package and ML2 maintenance level and two high-fidelity simulation systems including its infrastructure.

An investment of 207.4 million euros is planned for the acquisition of laser designator pods for air combat systems in the next four years. Another 95 million euros are allocated to operational support for the aircraft of the Ministry of Defense and 20 million euros are reserved for spare parts for F-5 fighters.

Companies such as Indra, SAES and Tecnobit are expected to be involved in the C-295 program. ITP Aero is expected to contribute engines to the Eurofighter program, along with other companies such as GMV and CESA.

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No Vacancy (Part Six - END)

M Orc x M Merfolk Reader

PREVIOUS || STORY TAG

Wordcount: 4035

Content Warnings: Spawning, Slit Fucking, Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms)

It’s actually finished~ If you made it here, then sincerely, thank you so much for reading! It’s made me really happy to see the same handful of names trickle into my notifications as each part was posted. Hopefully I’ll see some familiar names for the next story I post here, too. :)

You wake up with the sun in your eyes, and the texture of coarse, pebbly sand against your back. Cool waves lap against your partially submerged flank in a gentle rhythm. A small crab that was investigating you scuttles away, escaping from the tide rolling in.

…Right. After you reached the end of your stamina last night, you fell asleep on a sandbar.

You had wordlessly taken the contract from Varuj and ripped it to shreds, leaving its finely torn pieces to disintegrate in the ocean.

Then, you took off like a torpedo.

You had swam and swam, as fast as you could muster and as far as you could go, fueled by nothing but your unbridled rage.

Surely it was all some kind of trick- that the rune previously stamped on your back would still trip some sort of alarm when you crossed an arbitrary boundary. 

But it never did.

You still kept swimming until the buzz of anger in the back of your head subsided; the physical act of pushing your body to its limit is always a reliable way for you to work off any overwhelming negative feelings.

You swam so hard that you were far over the border before you realized- 

The rune is really gone. Your debt is really gone.

…You're free.

Sure, it may have taken you swimming all the way to the western Zephyric Ocean in a belligerent fugue to finally let that sink in, but you got there eventually.

Freedom from your pervasive debt has brought every bit of peace of mind as you had hoped for, now that you’ve worked off the initial anger and sense of betrayal.

But even laying here in this beautiful and serene tropical beachscape, you can't help but already feel a bit bored.

You want to be moving. You need to be doing something. You need a goal. Stagnancy has never been your style.

The question remains: what are you going to do now?

Going back to your family isn’t an option for you. You refuse to show up and be used as a scapegoat for another one of their debts. You’d rather be alone than used.

But as far as purely sea-faring Merfolk like yourself are concerned, the only real requirement for life is being able to catch or forage enough food to sustain yourself - something you're fully capable of doing. Everything else is ultimately a luxury.

So, the world is your oyster. You can do anything you want, really. It's not as if you don't have options.

You can always go back to courier work - the honest, above-board kind you did before getting wrapped up in pirate business. Or, you could always pivot into one of the other various aquatic based vocations. Or, you could just take the opportunity to travel with nothing tying you down…

But what is it you actually want with your newfound freedom?

A slow sigh filters out from your lips, and you compact the damp sand underneath your webbed hands in thought.

Deep down, you know there’s already somewhere you’d like to be. It's just a question of how long you're going to be stubborn and deny it to yourself.

Or… you could just skip that step altogether. The trip here was more than enough self-reflection for you.

Moreover, it's already a week into Spawn and you haven’t mated with your partner even once, and your body isn’t very pleased about it.

You slowly move off of the sandbar and into deeper water.

The trip back to the Indra-Thalassic is one of a much more leisurely pace. It’s sort of nice to swim languidly through the water column for a change. Instead of trying to keep a tight schedule to make a looming deadline.

Taking a more leisurely pace outside of tunnel-vision allows you to notice so many more things. It feels weird to think about, but the way you’ve been rushing from place to place the last five or so years, you haven’t really stopped to notice much of anything. You haven’t had the time.

So, the sea moss growing on a long-capsized vessel catches your attention. So do the different shapes and textures of an expansive coral reef that you’ve rushed by countless times before. So does the shimmer of a particularly large school of bait fish, whose scales reflect light filtering from above in every color of a prism. What once might have been annoying obstacles or something you didn’t give any thought to are now opportunities to slow down and enjoy a pleasant moment, for no other reason than to experience it.

You only become more convinced of your own conviction to return as you continue the journey back- but there's still the question if Varuj will even accept you when you get there. You didn't exactly leave on great terms.

You'd be lying to yourself if you claimed you weren't gutted by the thought of him turning cold on you now, after everything…

The closer you get, though, the more of a yearning, aching tug in your abdomen there is. Even if you wanted to turn around because you doubted Varuj’s desire to see you, you find yourself continuing on. You’re spawnlocked to him, after all, and the need is too big for you to just ignore.

Finally, the familiar shape of the keel of Varuj’s ferry becomes visible in the distance, seemingly stationary. You find yourself slowing to a gradual stop as you get closer- not even the dull thrum of the need to Spawn in the background pushing you towards the boat is enough to override your overwhelming sense of shame. At the same time, the pull of tremendous lust is only getting more intense the longer you stay this close, yet out of reach. 

You don’t think you’ve agonized about boarding any other boat even a fraction as much as you have this one. Even having to return to Uttar’s ship after each job didn't make your nerves wind this tightly.

This time there seems to be a plausible reason to stall though, as it sounds like Varuj is having a conversation with Rosing on the edge of the lower deck. Nothing seems too out of place, though they are anchored pretty far from shore, though that might be due to the clearly over-crowded port visible on the horizon. 

“... be safe.”

“...don’t overwork… hot out…”

Whatever they’re saying doesn’t carry quite far enough for you to make out clearly, but going off of the snippets you do hear and their body language, it seems to be a departure. 

Your assumption is almost immediately proven right when Rosing hops off the lower deck with a waterproof pack on her back, quickly swimming off towards the harbor.

Is she going to swim the whole way to port? The old lady must be more fit than you thought…. As if she could hear your thoughts she stops dead in the water, turning her head to lock membrane-shielded eyes with you.

What the…

Before you can comprehend what to even do in this situation, she gestures to her eyes and then back at you, and then points forcefully to the boat with the sternest look you've ever seen her give, which is saying something.

Her pink frills flare out and you don't need to be fully fluent in kobold variety of sign get the message she spells out:

<Fix your mess.>

If you weren’t generally on friendly terms, you would be truly terrified. 

You're shocked motionless for a few seconds, then slowly nod. Seemingly satisfied, she nods back, then turns to continue her swim towards the harbor until the distance swallows her form.

You’re… going to get on the boat. You’re going to swim right up and climb onto the lower deck like a civilized person and talk to the man you love like it’s a normal conversation and like you haven’t been acting on raw, wild emotion for the last full day.

…Any minute now.

What started as somewhat cowardly lollygagging turns into more captivated observation. From your adjusted position treading water, you now have a clear view of Varuj working on the boat.

He’s dressed in a way you’ve only seen him a handful of times, usually when there’s no one else on the boat but you and Rosing, and it’s a sweltering, humid day like today; a brightly patterned orange lungi tucked up on itself, and nothing else.

He seems to be doing some general maintenance; he’s scrubbing the floors with a deck brush, his broad pecs and arm muscles contracting and stretching with each stroke. It's hard to not let your mind wander back to the last time they were wrapped around you.

The persistent warmth spreading across your stomach is hard to ignore now, as is the throbbing growing more overt by the minute.

The last vestiges of your anger at him you were holding onto ebb away as you watch him go about his work. The small quirks in his behavior shine through even when no one's around to see, and it only makes the smitten feeling that much worse.

By time he appears satisfied with his cleaning job, he's sporting a sheen from the effort, the ruddy undertone of his dark skin accentuated by the exertion.

Varuj approaches the closest edge of the lower deck. You wonder for a moment if he's spotted you, but the angle doesn’t seem like it’d be possible for him to see you in your position off to the side.

“Whew-” He wipes the sweat from his brow, looking out from the open ocean-facing side of the ferry for a few moments.

Seemingly finding nothing, he heaves a long, drawn out sigh.

Then he begins to undo the gathering of fabric around his waist.

Your gills stop pumping on their own momentarily in anticipation, though it feels a bit silly when you realize it. It's not like you haven't seen him naked before…

Regardless, as soon as the colorful fabric is parted and falls aside, every other thought empties from your brain. Your pupils constrict in intense focus.

After scanning the horizon one more time, Varuj steps off the deck and plunges into the water feet first with a splash.

And then, you’re face to face underwater. If his eyes weren’t screwed closed to keep the salt water out, he’d suddenly be staring you down, just out of reach.

You’re struck with intense concern for a moment- What is he thinking?!- but then he swims back up to the surface. You follow him up without even thinking about it, rising chest and shoulders out of the calm waves.

“Haah!” He lets out a deep, chesty bellow of air in relief as he breaks the water, spraying a mist of droplets in front of him. He splashes a handful of cool water across his face and scrubs it in, then slicks his hair back. The now wet gold studs in his ears and nose glitter in the sunlight.

Your blood pumps audibly in your ears. Your skin tingles with barely contained arousal.

He’s too close now. 

You can’t take it anymore.

And just as you’re losing your hold on yourself, he lowers his hands and opens his eyes. 

There’s a moment of utter bewilderment at the whole person suddenly in the water in front of him, but then the light of recognition quickly appears in his eyes.

The tenuous grip you still had on your restraint snaps. You access your full swimming speed and close the distance between your bodies before he can open his mouth to speak. Your already spawn-elongated fins stiffen and fan out in excitement. 

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms over his yoke. You grasp him by the base of the neck and crush your lips against his, barely avoiding getting a mouthful of ivory.

When he recovers from the initial shock, you feel one hand grab your waist underwater, the other arm assumingly working double-time to keep him floating.

His lips taste like salt and his thick hair feels good gripped against the webbing between your fingers. You bring your other hand to hold his jaw, and keep ravenously kissing him like you need it to live- your gills filtering the water you’re still half submerged in- and you suddenly remember that he quite literally does need air to live. You abruptly break off, though it’s extremely difficult to pull your mouth off of his.

“Oh- hi,” He takes a large lungful of air and laughs when you part. A wide, surprised grin appears between his curved tusks, and water still drips down the bridge of his nose. “That’s…That’s certainly a way to say hello.”

“I-Hah- Fuck it, we can talk later-!” You groan and dig your fingers into his shoulder, pressing more desperate kisses to his neck and chin, stubble pricking your lips. “Right now- I need you!”

“Okay- Mmph-” Varuj says, half into your mouth as you keep kissing him through his words. “Let’s get out of- Mmf- the water-”

He has a point. You’re very fit, but you don’t think you have the strength to support a fully grown, densely built orc man in open water without the risk of drowning him, especially not in your current mindless, urgently horny state.

Varuj breaks away from your grasp just long enough to hoist himself back up onto a sitting position on the lower deck. You can barely wait for him to get situated further aboard before you leap out after him, sloshing a surge of seawater over the deck as you go and knocking Varuj onto his back in the process.

He lets out a slight grunt when the air is knocked out of him and sits back up halfway, but you can’t stop now. You plant yourself between his slightly spread legs, supporting yourself with either hand on the deck beside his torso. 

You lean down to kiss him, feverish and unrelenting, pressing yourself to him.

Varuj’s fingers thread through your braids and find the sensitive spot behind your facial fins, holding you firmly for leverage while his tongue struggles with yours. Teeth press gently into the spongy tissue of your tongue and the soft give of your bottom lip. 

You rub your swollen slit against his already half-hard cock, further coaxing it to stand. The movements are no longer fully under your control now, instead purely driven by lustful instinct to mate.

Even this is almost too much for you in your overstimulated state. Each slippery, supple drag and glide causes the many nerves in that area to send jolts of thrill directly down your spine. Every deep seated groan uttered into your mouth rumbles against your chest. 

It feels too good- the simple fact that it’s him is almost overwhelming in its correctness.

Finally feeling a sufficient level of stiffness against your warm, pinked stomach, you raise your chest and stomach off of him, freeing up a clear view of where your flank is pressed against his groin. You split your vent with the fingers of one hand. Now lacking any resistance, your cock, almost insultingly agreeably, quickly slides out from the top portion of your slit, past the purple webbing between your index and middle finger.

You knew being spawnlocked was why you were having such trouble before, but it’s still giving you an incredible vindication to see hard evidence with your own eyes that it’s indeed the case.

You’re not defective. You’re just in love with him.

Varuj's hands find the sides of your flank, gripping you in expectation. A shuddering sigh seeps out of your mouth at the supportive pressure of his fingertips on your body.

"Aah-" He watches intently down the hirsute surface of torso as you catch his flushed, glistening cockhead in the squishy cleft of your vent.

Assured that you’re lined up correctly, you switch your attention to watch Varuj’s facial expressions twist in pleasure as you work.

He lets your name spill out on a reverent exhale, and his cock starts to easily disappear inside of your drenched slit as you sink yourself down his length.

You take him all the way to the hilt. Grinding your pelvis down against his as far as it can go, you can feel the metal piercings at his cock's base. They roll over the thin, sensitive membrane between the underside of where your cock rises from and the rim of your hole, making you shudder.

You shamelessly chase more of the feeling, lifting yourself to plunge back down and hit the spot that’s making your voice hitch in your chest over and over again.

“Nngh-” Varuj thrusts up into you, meeting your movements as well as he can, being pinned to the deck by your weight. Any remnants of politely waiting for you to do what you like seem to fall away, with his strong grip helping to force you back down after each rise.

You’re already barely hanging on when Varuj moves one hand from his hold on the round of your lower hip, and instead wraps it around your quivering dick. He starts to stroke you at a relentless pace, clearly only one goal in mind and not wasting any time getting there.

You’re stunned rigid, muscles locking up, dazed- and completely unwind in a blur. Varuj’s hand continues to pump you through, not seeming to not notice, or at least not mind, that you’re shooting directly across his abdomen.

An almost euphoric sense of relief washes over you, all of the hot sting of this wave of biological need purged from your body now that you’ve gotten the release you were seeking.

Varuj continues to jab upwards into you, and you continue to weakly squeeze around him as much as you can muster. Your arms tremble trying to hold yourself up after the soul-wracking peak you just experienced. 

It doesn’t take much longer for him to cum, the spreading feeling of heat a fulfilling end to your shared efforts.

After a moment, you limply slide off of him with a soft thud, the side of your body still touching his. You stretch out in the sunlight, trying to soothe the ache in your sore muscles. 

Varuj chases his breath next to you, eyes glazed in the kind of way that only a draining will do.

After a few moments, he reaches out his hand, hesitates for a moment, but then lays it on your shoulder blade. The weight of his calloused palm on your still overly reactive skin is so soothing and welcome. 

You let out a soft groan in approval, flexing the muscle underneath.

“...You came back.” Varuj observes. The statement is more of a question though, with how his voice threatens to falter.

“Yeah, I did.”

“...Is it because it’s Spawn?” He finally manages to get the question out, even though it sounds like he’s expecting an answer he doesn’t really want to hear. “It’s okay if that’s the case, But if I’m only going to see you two months of the year, I… would like to know that up front...”

While it was primarily Spawn that drove you back in a physical sense, you know you would’ve come back eventually, regardless. You wanted to.

Lucky for you, you can actually communicate now that the mental fog has temporarily lifted, allowing you to think clearly once again. 

“No- Well, kinda- but not only because of that.” You rub your forehead and try to explain yourself, a bit guilty that your behavior is what brought him to even be questioning your motives in the first place. “I wanted to see if the offer from before still stood.”

“Which… parts of it?” Varuj asks tentatively, with the smallest bit of hope.

“The job, the place to live.” You say, and then forcing yourself to be vulnerable, add: “You.”

“Of course! Nothing would make me happier, if that’s really what you want, hahah-” He says in astonishment, excitement building in his voice despite some clearly enforced reservation. “Er, it’s just that, how you left after the ordeal with the contract… You were so mad. I thought that you’d never want to see me again.”

“Yeah, I thought about it.” You laugh hollowly and motion with one hand to the fact that you’re literally skin to skin now. “Didn’t last long.”

“Right.” The smile fades from his face slightly, and his eyes are focused somewhere far away. He chews on his lip in thought. “It would still have been worth it.”

You heave a sigh, realigning his focus to the present

“You know... I was so mad that I didn’t thank you at all, even though I should have.”

“Oh?” He sounds legitimately shocked. “You’ve come around?”

“Listen. I still don’t like how you did it, but… it did fix the massive problem I had.” You poke your finger squarely between his pecs for emphasis. “Even I’m not stubborn enough to ignore that fact… So… Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it-” He practically beams at the admission of gratitude. “I would do it again in a heartbeat, if I had to.”

A frown furrows into your brow. You can feel your chest grow tight, torn between feeling loved and knowing he was willing to throw your developing relationship away for your happiness, at the expense of his own.

It’s stupid. It makes you want to shake him. You settle for kissing him again, instead.

It’s a bit silly, realizing how much that sentiment had incensed you before you had the length of half the Zephyric to mull it over. But now, you think you understand why, even if you disapprove of the method.

“You’re a fool.” You say when you part, still pressing smaller kisses on his face, softer ones this time than in the water. You can’t help but notice just how sharp the short, recently unmaintained hairs on his cheek and jaw feel, and rub your palm along them. “And you need to shave.”

“For you, certainly.” Varuj laughs heartily, voice dripping with affection.

You lie in comfortable near-silence on the deck for a while, soaking in the sun’s rays.The only sounds are the gentle lapping of waves against the hull below, and the occasional cry of passing gulls. 

Your head is carefully nestled against the soft, dark hair on Varuj’s broad chest, so that the point of your horn is turned away. You could almost believe he’s fallen asleep, if it wasn’t for the occasional movement of his hand to stroke down your dorsal fin or trace the stripes on your side.

All of the familiar scenery of the boat seems to take on a new sense of comforting beauty to you - the freshly cleaned deck, the thick cords of rope, the port holes, the violently orange life rings, the benches where the tourists sit. Though, as you stew in the feeling, you realize it might’ve been there for some time now, and you’re only now noticing it.

 It’s something you haven’t felt in quite some time.

You’re home.

“One minor thing, though, so there are no hurt feelings from… let’s say, misaligned expectations.” Varuj clears his throat and starts speaking with an almost playful lilt to his voice. You turn your eyes up to him. “You already know that I love you. I'd at least like to know if you feel the same way?"

You hesitate, your mind grinding to a halt, and you can feel blood flood into your cheeks. 

He has to be teasing you at this point - poking at a soft spot he’s already identified.

It’s hard to discard some of your pride and admit this weakness, but you try your best.

"...I do." You admit in a hoarse tone barely above a whisper. You know what you feel for him- but you’re still not quite there yet when it comes to saying it out loud. “...Don’t make me say it...”

“Hahah- You don’t have to yet, there's no rush.” You can hear the elation coursing through his voice from the simple confirmation, even if you didn’t say the words verbatim. “I only wanted to be completely sure...”

“Good. …Because I’d rather show you.” 

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

[pixbeld3carabia]

I have seen these very interesting facts about the atma avatars for a while and I wanted to bring them here

Agni

• The two holes in the space between the two heads are the nose

• His moves are beast-like

• The upper part is pretty heavy

• His hands have eight fingers that can move freely

• His blades come out from the webs on/between his fingers

• The back of his feet and the membrane between his blades have a paw-like texture

• The blades resemble bones

• The orange scales look like hardened skin, but since they’re skin, they’re elastic and soft

Ardha

• The reddish parts resemble human skin, while the grey parts are protectors, therefore rather hard

• When the wrists are used, they open from the protector parts on the forearms

• There are mouths on both forearms

• The wrists have one more joint in order for the mouth to open even more

• When the tongue straightens it turns into a sword (the wavy pattern disappears)

• The yellow eye-like parts are a sense organ and resemble Beelzebub’s eyes (oily?)

• The fin on Ardha's head resembles a mast

• The actual head is the part between the yellow "eyes" and the mast and is also a sense organ

Black Varuna

• A little bigger than normal Varuna

Brahman

• Has five faces and five aspects

• His types of attack change depending on each "aspect"

• Brahman belongs to a superior world, so he can be considered a computer CPU in this world

• The part above the face turns into an altar stage featuring a prayer wheel for some reason

• If possible, please add writing and have it spin

• Applicable to all heads ("aspects")

• The "E aspect" should be bigger than the rest (maybe); anyway, it needs to be big

• The lower half of the "body" extends indefinitely

• That direction emits a nimbus

• It should look godly, i.e. green or pale blue

• The colour is silver, not sparkly, but dazzling

• It looks like it’s warping, or more correctly, it’s moving at an extremely high speed

• The meeting point of each face body/elongation is the center of the universe

Dyaus

• His image resembles that of a chicken, so the part on his head is the crest

• The arms (wings?) don't bend

• His wings are covered in scales, but the dark blue parts have scales that don’t present resistance to the wind

• He may look tall, but he’s actually the smallest; from tallest to shortest: Vayu → Agni → Varuna (with the help of the "crown") → Prithivi → Varunani (approximately the same height as the former) → Dyaus

• The feet have a big toe and are able to grab things

• The crest opens a bit to the left and right

• The weapon comes out of the crest; the blade resembles a jackknife and he attacks by moving his neck as much as possible

• His attack form resembles that of a plane; he doesn’t flap his wings

• His skin has really small scales

• The white parts circling his head have a skin-like texture

• The crest has a bone-like feel

Guardian

• The gauntlet holes release vibration waves which turn into sonic blades

• Portray them by blurring the arm

• Able to release sonic blast from close quarters

• All joints seem to move mechanically during battle

Hari Hara

• The entire body is covered by protector-like things

• In Vishnu mode, the lower part resembles hakama

• The face changes the same way as drum slots do

• The elbows extend downwards and resemble whips

• The wrists fold on the inside and the tips turn into weapons the shape of semicircles

• In Shiva mode, the attack claws extend from the palms; the arms don’t extend, the claws move rather freely; the semicircular parts on the wrists are their scabbard

• Only has ears on the Shiva side

Hari Hara 2

• The inside face has a nose and opens similarly to a Buddhist altar

Hayagriva

• His chest protectors are also shoulder protectors

• He doesn't really use his arms which appear clumsy

• His protectors and nails feel like bones/ivory

Indra

• His protectors resemble a tough carapace

• Has a "face open" mode

• His Vajra also has a solid feel

• The things he holds between his fingers resemble chakra discs

• They're used for normal attacks (chakra kick or chakra punch…)

• He can freely move them back and forth between his fingers

Camazotz

• The feet resemble hands and are very skillful

• The extendable nail-like weapons between what would be his thumb and index finger pass through his wings and give off the impression of elbow joints

Cerberus

• Skin has a rough feeling (like shark skin)

• The scales on his head and front legs are tough

• When he uses his fire attack, his shape resembles that of a dragon

• The blades situated above his paws used during attacks resemble nails or swords

• Their attack power is rather low

Prithivi

• Now I’ve done it… mouth breasts

• Her chin is actually the nose

• Seen from the front, her face looks like a VF1-J

• The overall image is that of a centipede *If you can't see it, look at the spikes on her sides and imagine her standing straight with her legs and arms together*

• Her weapons resemble bones, are similar to Agni’s and are as thin as blades

• They don't move too much

• Her nails are also weapons and can extend

• The tip of the whip is sharp

• Her skin resembles clothes but is rather hard

• It looks like the body (shell?) of a caterpillar

• Her thorns aren’t that rigid

• The red and dark grey parts of her body feel rigid

Ravana

• Feels like vinyl

• The round dots on his chest are actually indentations

• The daggers that spring from his fingertips aren’t too powerful

Seraph

• The nucleus is the female form but the body has a manly image; androgynous

• Fundamentally manly body so the feet and hands are big

• Also has feminine attributes

• Skin colour same as Serph

Ushas

• Besides her protectors everything else feels like skin

• The shell-like whip around her face has a rigid feel

• Her heels are the equivalent of thumbs

• The same structure as the ones on the hands

Varuna

• The shape of his head resembles Serph's Atma mark

• The insides of his hands and feet feel have a paw-like texture

• The yellow, grey and light grey parts of his body resemble scales

• The whitish parts feel like hardened scales/bones; they're also protectors

Varunani

• Her basic form resembles Varuna's, but since she's a girl, she's a bit lither

• Her weapons strongly resemble bones

• The inside of her hands and feet have a paw-like texture

• Her skin resembles scales

• She has lipstick, but it shouldn't stand out

• The green parts on her legs have the same texture as her skin and are fluorescent

• The white-ish parts feel like hardened scales/bones; they're also protectors

• The black parts on her body resemble her skin

Vayu

• The two holes in the middle of the neck are his nose

• The holes on his body are like tennis balls, but not too deep

• His blades resemble bones a great deal

• The inside of his hands, fingertips and feet have a paw-like texture

• His wings are supposed to resemble propellers

Vritra

• An organic mecha

• His image is supposed to resemble that of a dragon carrying an egg

• His upper jaw and teeth give off a bone-like feeling

• The rest is blunt metal

• Has four mouths and the tongues are made of amalgamations of cables

• The cables underneath him have combined and turned into tentacles

• The tips turn into Agni

• Seen from the upper right it resembles a space ship

• The head unit isn’t actually Heat but resembles his form

• One-eyed demon

White Varuna

• The white protector parts are supposed to be clear/transparent

• He's about the same height as normal Varuna

[empyreanemissary]

Pathways, predictability, sensory data multiplied to finite-infinite ends.

Indra's Web is a jewelled headpiece crafted for (by) Indra, the universe itself as an endless stream of droplets tied together by 0-dimensional strings. In each and every droplet, every other droplet is reflected and laid bare. It's a series of eyes stretching across all of Creation, in reality it's Creation itself and the infinite points of perception and perceived. Ones and zeroes, alls and nothings, the registered information and the register are one and the same, the connections between all are non-existent in the spheres yet unavoidably form the cohesion and general system within which the spheres occur. There is no existence without rules, there is no spheres in the Web without the connection they have to all other spheres.

The Sky Library is a finite-infinite set of mirrors reflecting all that there is, has been, will be, and won't be. It exists between points, each surface of its construction is made by stringing possibility and probability between every single 0-dimensional point on the plane. It's finite-infinite especially because every point is connected to every other point, and mirrors are strung between every set of points. Well, that's a lie, it doesn't reflect everything, it is a set of eyes and eyes by definition can only see so much.

[thetarantulacollective]

Watch "Indra's Web Unraveled: The Connection Between Spiders and the Ancient Buddhist Concept" on YouTube

[abyssalpriest]

I feel the rocking ocean from on board his boat as he brings us along. I'm draped over the side looking down at the water, every facet of its rippling is a condensed drop on Indra's Web, entire lives and universes lived out in small screens. He whistles in bird call, calls a hunting bird to his shoulders. We head towards a rich peak that would make the Blue Mountains jealous of its thick haze of life.

The Sun is soft and gelatinous to our right, melting warm into the horizon most literally, like a sleepy face slipping from the hand it rests on melts to the pillow below. It holds cycles of rain, but the skies above us are clear beyond the crystalline birds flying with us.

There is nothing left to do but surrender, to accept that the land we approach is dreamlike, not nightmarish, and lucid and responsive to the wants of the people within it. A city of written possibilities awaits in complex rainforest, a crown to wear, a thousand things I will be doing, a muddy shore that bears my footprints even before I reach it for the first time.

[blackvahana]

I don't even know why this is coming up now or what this is about??? I think I'm in his body, or I was connected to him - no, pretty sure it's the former. I'm watching some kind of water flowing behind me which is reminding me of what I said about the vision supposedly of Hermaeus Mora in that I feel like he's. watching. spacetime and also me sleeping. It's very... early this life memories of him watching me as a kid sleeping

It's so fucking weird what is this and why now remembering it

Vivid memory of just staring in the mirror in my old house in the astral and I'm Black. I mean. Really fucking weird because he never looks in mirrors. Really fucking weird memory