#~diary

[ananyavarda]

So, I have been hard at work realmweaving lately. I'm working on a World Anvil of various pages for... pretty much everything, and alongside that I've been doing quick arts for the various pages.

This is long almost entirely because of the images, so I'll tuck it under read more.

Above is Rata'gra, the Black Hole that takes in and watches all knowledge, and Holardi, the Crying Sun, that leaks light and information in ecstatic silent hysteria.

They form the symbolic boundaries of the realm, its goals and so on, heading the Black and White Seas. Obviously this picture is censored, but ignoring that they frame the boundaries of the realm of the Collective -

represented by the Neuron Star, a complex web of relationships between aspects of myself. The realm is of course manifestations of self and other, internal and external as aspects of the self... It's a place of self expression in its most literal form.

The Collective are manifestations or appearances of the major forms of myself, and with Ananyavarda being this complex literal self-expression they form the major notes to the the music of the realm itself

The Collective have their own art, at least the first major six:

Ritvanju and Iishekai, mind and body, consciousness and experience, thought and senses

Visissimile and Voloe, sex and language, communion and separation, witnessing and writing

Storanhanay and Ra-Kei, madness and power, dissonance and focus, loss and gain of self

Of course locations are getting scribbles too.

Sigils are being carved out:

The realm itself... its expanding, Im finding my feet with weaving reality again, and finding my feet too with my relationship to the outside world and myself. Its a long process...

The realm is open to astral travellers, if you would like to pop in there's a few details/energy locks in our discord server, though hopefully soon I will have the world anvil page for gateways to her up and public.

[dogglegog]

dominant things you can say during sex

i didnt hear what you said

hold on i need to blow my nose

wow

i feel kind of nauseous

is this anything

i don't know

this kind of reminds me of that one song

we can probably ignore that noise if you want to

why is my sock wet

it smells bad in here

that was weird

where are my glasses

ow

this is normal

sorry

just 2 chill people chilling

this is cool

can you say that again

are we good

youre actually naked

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[aurapalettes]

& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

small talk enjoyers when the weather is in any way notable:

[amberkendslacy]

[incendavery]

average library childrens room tasks

[effen-draws]

A small comic about Palestine I created to appeal to more passive family and friends

Anyways if you have the money I urge you to donate to Ibraheem Hadi, a Palestinian who contacted me and whom I promised to highlight in relation to this comic:

Otherwise there is always a need for eSims to keep Gazans connected

[gorjee-art]

a comic about cuddles

[lunamonchtuna]

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.

[cutemysteriousgirl12]

[saintfaux]

[justforthedead]

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[pinyonrice]

I DUNNO! IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE BEING ALIVE TO ME!

Edit, Jan 2025: hi if you're going to ask for me to turn reblogs on or ask why they're off I have a suggestion: don't! They're off because I want them to be and that's that. I'm tired of being nice about this stupid fucking post. Don't tell me how nothing matters because we're going to die on a post about living, or make weird comments on a post about my body, or insert your weird "I am a god" soapbox spiel into my deeply personal post. This art is not about you, and it never fucking will be. The people on this website don't know how to interact with other people normally.