#mother water

[wayti-blog]

[iamwinklebottom]

The Demonization Of The Divine Feminine + Santa Marta Devotee Testimony

[nyx-and-nox]

Back with another drawing for Hispanic Heritage Month!

Meet the second deity from one of Colombia’s legends, La Madre Agra (Mother of Water).

According to legend, she is a deity who takes on the form of a young woman, with flowing blonde hair and a marvelous voice. Like the sirens of Greek mythology, the Mother of Water will choose a song to lure her victims (usually children, who are easier for her to lure) towards a body of water, where she can drag them towards her palace below, drowning them in the process.

I wanted to see how I could take aspects of Madremonte’s design and incorporate that into Madre Agua’s, and I ended up focusing on the leaf/moss outfit, since It supposedly is something the Mother of Water wears. I had fun playing with her pose, and trying out underwater lighting, even having her hands and legs morph into water.

Let me know what you think!

And reminder, commissions are open! DM me for info (since I don't have an official post yet)

[lesbianlenses]

Morgan Gwenwald, one of the first out lesbian photographers in the early gay rights movement.

[moodboard-d]

[findmeinthefallair]

The healing and lasting love of a mom

[iloveabortions]

[letsduneit]

thinking about paul saying "we're harkonnens. so this is how we'll survive. by being harkonnens" and about jessica saying "your father didn't believe in revenge" and paul replying "yeah well i do" and how things can die even as they continue to draw breath and how the harkonnens really did kill off all three of the atreides that night not just leto

[chlobody]

happiest birthday to my partner in crime and other creative half - @ohseephotography

[richs-pics]

Lotus flower reflected

[wayti-blog]

To understand water is to understand the cosmos, the marvels of nature, and life itself.

Masaru Emoto

[iamwinklebottom]

Mami Wata Messages: Communion, Discernment, Solutions, & More

[flimsy-spine]

my favorite madney scenes: [42/?] ⇢ Blindsided, 4.09

[phantajam]

Excuse me while I cry real quick

[deadsetobsessions]

Jason cursed. This is on par for most of his evenings, as it was rare that he ever got a peaceful night. However, this? This takes the goddamn cake and smashes it on his face.

Red Hood stood, with a portable wet vacuum in his halo bed hands, cursing everything in the world as he cleaned and followed the small puddles of Lazarus water. The people in the streets give him a wide berth, having long learned the intricacies of Red101: if the Red Hood is doing weird shit but there’s no gun in his hand, you make sure you’re not the reason he’ll have a gun in his hand.

“O, you there?”

“Copy.”

“Mark this priority, would you?” His voice is tense, pissed. “Some bastard’s dripping Lazarus water all over my territory.”

A pause.

Oracle’s calm voice flowed through his helmet, “Then we’ll have to watch out for League influence. I’ll let the others know. Red Robin?”

Red Robin chimed in, “Yeah, already on it. It’s weird though, Ra’s isn’t supposed to be here for another two and a half weeks.”

“And how would you know about my grandfather’s movements?”

“Careful, Robin, I might become your grandma!” Red Robin chirped sadistically, before clicking off his comms, snickering at Robin’s spluttering.

“Jesus fuck. I’ll try to hunt down the bastard from the ground. O?”

“Can’t help you. The cameras around your area has been scrambled for the last half an hour.”

“Shit.” Red Hood tensed, one hand going for his pistol as the street’s current inhabitants wisely vacated the area.

“Hood. Don’t go in alone. It could be a trap.”

“Whatever, B, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Give me three minutes. I’m close by. Do not go in without back up, little wing.” Nightwing piped in, and Red Hood could hear the faint whooshing noises of a quiet grapple.

“Cass and I are close by as well. Staking out a place but we could be on standby if needed.”

Two taps. Cass’ tacit agreement.

“Got it.”

When Nightwing gets there, they follow the trail into a dead end with no sign of any scaling of the wall or secret passages.

“Fuck! What the fuck are we chasing, a ghost?”

“Don’t even joke like that-” Nightwing said. “You’ll set Red off again.”

Jason kicked at the wall.

“Fuck!”

——

On the other side of the wall, thirty minutes earlier:

“Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckberg…” Danny mumbled as he stumbled away. He’d saved his alley kids from a pretty serious mugging that ended with a stabbing that Danny foolishly allowed to touch him because he wanted to keep the wicked looking knife. Normally, he’d be able to brush this off, but with his recent injuries, mental stress, and the lack of food that is the hallmark of a homeless teenager, Danny barely kept himself conscious as he stumbled into a particularly dense in ectoplasm dead end.

“Napping place… napping place…” Danny mumbled before eyeing the brick wall. Yeah, okay, he’s slept in weirder places. He could sleep in the dumpster, but… he’d smell and Danny could not handle an infection. So, he went intangible, invisible, and pulled the knife out of his body. As he settled in (quite literally into) the stone wall for his nap, Danny manages to mold his ectoplasm to hold his cut up stomach together.

Danny allows sleep to take him, blissfully unaware of the glowing green puddles of ghost blood he’d left behind.

——

Jason, terrified: he’s in the walls!! He’s in the fucking walls!

Danny, quoting vines and tiktoks while napping in walls for that back support option: thanks for checking in! I’m still a piece of GaRBaGe.

[imalive000]

Mama Bear