#baphomet engine

[cellarspider]

23/30 Characterization speedrun

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We return to a movie that exposits with all the grace of an inebriated hippo on rollerskates, Prometheus.

Y’know, I have a soft spot for the first movie adaptation of Silent Hill (2006). Yes, we're tangenting to talk about something else I like better, but I swear it's for a purpose.

It mostly sticks to the first game’s content, meaning it limits the number of themes it has to handle. It makes some alterations that affect its interpretation–it switches the gender of the protagonist, alters the religious elements, cuts out the bit where you basically fight Baphomet at the end of the game, but that always felt weird anyway. And, of course, there’s a required appearance by a certain tetrahedron lad, reanalyzed as a punitive figure turned outward on the world rather than inward toward the person that conjured him. I’ll allow it, partly because I saw it when I was a teenager and I thought he was badass.

But what it really nails camerawork, creature effects, and set design. So much so that a lot of the visuals of following games lifted from creative decisions made for the movie. The Silent Hill movie is more a thing of vibes than anything else, and the vibes are appropriately awful.

[Video description: Rose (Radha Mitchell) and Cybil (Laurie Holden) encounter a Lying Figure (Michael Cota), AKA Armless Man or Straightjacket. There’s only a tiny amount of CG here. It was pretty much all Cota’s unnerving shuffle and his willingness to be shoved into blinding, deafening, arm-tying monster-bondage with a breathing tube hidden around butt-height.. We salute you, Mr. Cota, possibly with our feet.]

But where the movie trips and falls is right near the end, where the vibes screech to a halt so that the movie can sit you down and explain the backstory that it already intimated throughout the rest of the runtime.

On a totally unrelated note, Janek has something to tell Shaw.

This barren moon, believe it or not, isn’t the Engineers’ homeworld. Y’don’t say.

You know what would’ve been a better way to set this up? Have somebody ask “hey, there’s nothing but rocks and ominous buildings here. What gives?”, but they literally never do. Not even the biologist, who does no biology in the movie. The geologist, who also doesn’t do any geology, doesn’t note, say, a lack of siltstone that’d indicate running water, no coal of any kind that’d indicate previous growth of plant matter, no signs of oil or natural gas deposits derived from ancient microbes. Lord knows the poor bastards weren’t swamped with work before the script ate them.

But no, there’s no questioning of this. Shaw dictates in her notes “Was there an outbreak here?”, after exploding the head. But that’s it. No, we leave it to Idris Elba explain, as seriously and as military guy-ily as he can. This is a weapons lab or depot, something went wrong here, Janek’s going to do a self-sacrifice if it seems like the weapon might get to Earth. He even says the weapons are in “those vases”, in case you didn’t notice them before.

Consider: Principle photography for Prometheus was done in 2011, from March 21 to June 10 (cite 1). On November 14, Filming began for Pacific Rim, in which Idris Elba gots to play a serious self-sacrificing military guy with the exact same mustache who has an actual character arc, AND was allowed to use his actual accent.

In Prometheus, Janek apparently had more characterization planned, but it was stripped entirely away until all you’re left is a christmas tree, a plot-mandated laxity in keeping track of passengers, and incomprehensible flirting with Vickers. On balance, that’s more than pretty much everyone else gets, but at the same time, what does that tell us? We are left with a man who’s going to pull a heroic sacrifice, essentially because he’s the only other character we know about.

In cut material, Janek was originally going to give a sympathy monologue to Vickers after she killed Holloway, about a traumatic event in his military career: he watched a bioweapons lab suffer a breach that ended with its destruction. That was cut. His motivation was cut. And more, too, you can see the ragged edges of the script. 

“Right, ‘all you do is fly the ship,’” quotes an exasperated Shaw. “That’s right,” says Janek, who told Vickers that in a cut scene.

Despite these pieces missing, I haven’t been drawing on them very often. Why? Because the movie was still full of baffling decisions, regardless of how they edited it down. The movie that’s shot never looks like what gets shown in theaters, but it is still a representative sample of the material, one that was prepared for us to watch.

While Janek’s entire motivation fell off him in the editing room, Vickers gets undermined by what they did keep. Turns out she’s not just nasty to her employees, she’s nasty to her boss as well, because he’s her dad. She’s presented as obsessed with making sure he dies, which, fair, we’ll soon confirm that his only begotten robo-son is pretty big on that too.

…Except this also means they have the same character motivation, which… That can work, but how well does it work as a twist? 

I am not convinced. Vickers has constantly been pulling power plays on David, who’s pushed back a little in return, but they don’t have to functionally be siblings to make this work. Nor does the weird, occasionally robotic behavior from Vickers have to mean “aha, you see, they are both Weyland’s children with daddy issues!”

She could just be a disposable asset of the Weyland Corporation! She’d have a more sympathetic arc that way, because unlike corpos of Aliens past, she doesn’t want to be there at all. She didn’t want them to talk to aliens, she didn’t express any of the usual flimsy “we can profit off of this uncontrollable killing machine” stuff we’ve come to expect. She seemed to just want to get the fuck out of there. And obviously, she’s gonna die, this movie is frequently aping Alien and Aliens, the corpo does not survive. That could be tragic!

But apparently she wanted to be here, taking five years out of her life and career to sit on ice and do literally nothing but make sure her already dying dad actually dies. Okay. 

It’s especially, structurally weird, because the very next scene has David explaining his motivation to Shaw.

“What happens when Weyland isn’t around to program you?” “I suppose I’ll be free.” “You want that?” “"Want"? Not a concept I’m familiar with. That being said… doesn’t everyone want their parents dead?”

This is what happens when you leave a hyperintelligent newborn alone for two years with nobody but Peter O’Toole as a role model. 

This scene and the pre-caesarian one set up a weird dynamic between David and Shaw that didn’t seem sufficiently motivated by the rest of their interactions, in my opinion. It suggests that David has latched onto her in some way, which the next movie certainly confirms. But why? They’ve barely talked, ad most of it was pure exposition or telling David to do something. Is it because she hasn’t been as bad as the others? Because that’s going to change later. 

David’s hopes are pinned on the Engineer rejecting Weyland. This is a reasonable assumption. The way the scene plays out, however, is not entirely reasonable.

And that will have to wait for another day. Before we get to that, I want another ramble all to myself. About something I like.

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Alt-text rambles:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/paulbhartzog/558247427/in/photostream/ 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greeble 

https://youtu.be/cOrcwL5MHYg

Overflow Ramble 1

The kitchen counters don’t have any grippy surfaces on them, and no lip. The *stove* has no lip, which I have seen before, but it’s stupid. Most modern designs for stovetops meant for installation on ships have a high lip and/or grippers that hold cookware in place. There are multiple open shelves that have no lip. And there’s yet another piece of Decorative African Art just hung on the wall above a food prep counter, within the potential reach of steam or grease splatter. The chair Holloway sat in last time is revealed to be free-standing, as is the coffee table.

No. No free-standing furniture, unless it’s collapsible and used at rest. Put lips on every counter and table. Have lots of grip mats you can throw down anywhere. The design in here is more along the lines of airline tray tables, which are meant to be stowed during rough flight. There is no way to stow all this shit in a reasonable and timely manner. Airline furniture is also designed according to hostile forces, which, frankly, might be relevant here. This comfy, beige apartment space was designed by someone who did not give one fuck if a glass went winging off that 2m tall open shelf and gave you a concussion.

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[talkingpointsusa]

The Right-Wing Stupidity Hall Of Shame

This is what one might call a living document as well as a sort of “best/worst of” for this blog. How this is going to work is that we are going to do this by year and month and every time I cover a right-winger who says something particularly dumb I’ll add that post to the hall. In short, watch this space every time I get ticked off in a post.

October 2024:

Allie Beth Stuckey plugs her book for fifteen minutes and then uses a grocery store checkout magazine to prove that witchcraft is on the rise.

Tim Pool and three other morons discuss government weather control and AI. It’s as bad as it sounds.

Steven Crowder makes agonizingly dumb arguments against feminism and declares that the left isn’t charitable because…they think that the government is responsible for disaster relief.

September 2024:

Ben Shapiro accidentally comes out against lobbying

Michael Knowles doesn't understand poetry at all and decides that the reason that Trump is being made fun of on TikTok is because Trump intentionally set himself up to be mocked so that he could be associated with "delight"

Dave Rubin discusses the latest way the Democrats are going to steal the election....Taylor Swift.

August 2024:

Matt Walsh tries to go "undercover" at the DNC, it goes about as badly as you might expect and he gets his cover blown on the first day.

Matt Walsh doesn't know what a "holiday park" is, can't seem to decide whether he likes riots or not, spews white nationalist bigotry, and then defends colonialism.

Laura Loomer desperately tries to spin a conspiracy theory about Tim Walz having ties to terrorist organizations

Charlie Kirk has no idea how to handle Tim Walz and advocates for parents to financially abuse their kids into voting for Trump.

July 2024:

Broadcasting live from a Bitcoin convention, Michael Knowles lies about Kamala Harris and complaints about the Olympics and lab grown testicles.

Dave Rubin thinks that Biden isn't president anymore. This has nothing to do with him wanting to walk out of a bet he made in 2020.

Candace Owens compares transgender people to baphomet, cites a guy who talked shit while he was high, and declares that the Beatles were a psy-op

June 2024:

Charlie Kirk hosts a "Young Woman's Leadership Summit" dedicated to how he feels that men are under attack and allows Candace Owens to tell ridiculous lies about the Daily Wire during her speech.

Charlie Kirk interviews a felon who seems to think that COVID was engineered as a bio-weapon.

Dave Rubin knows absolutely nothing about New York's justice system

May 2024:

Matt Walsh's absolutely horrendous take on the dating market.

Tim Pool devotes an excruciatingly long amount of time to using ChatGPT to predict the 2024 election results.

April 2024:

Charlie Kirk speculates that the Pro-Palestine protests on college campuses are Soros funded because "the tents all look similar" and then goes on a bizarre rant about how oppressed he is because he's white.

Michael Knowles defends a Republican politician who admitted that she shot her dog and, seemingly forgetting that he made an episode with a segment praising predictive AI just days earlier, warns that predictive AI will corrupt our humanity.

Tim Pool dedicates an entire episode to yelling about furries in Utah.

The Daily Wire attacks women's sports and accidentally reveals their hypocrisy around trans athletes.

Fox News and the Daily Wire freak out over European Scrabble with hilarious results.

March 2024:

Candace Owens uses old photos, an RT writer, a clairvoyant that defamed the French prime-minister, and an antisemitic blog that says that Emmanuel Macron wearing a pink tie is a sign that he's a satanist as sources to prove that Brigitte Macron is secretly a transwoman.

February 2024:

According to Ben Shapiro, AI is anti-white. To prove this he lies about an executive order, ignores a massive amount of data, and digs through the old tweets of some guy who works at Google.

Chaya Raichik gives a terrible interview where she endorses a white nationalist conspiracy theory and split hairs about how ok it is for journalists to lie (but only her, not everybody else)

Jordan Peterson and Ben Shapiro attempt to argue that society has abolished all taboos and that's leading to an increase in "sexual boredom"

Matt Walsh advocates for harassing trans kids and tells people who are having difficulty living on the minimum wage to "stop being on the minimum wage".

Tim Pool makes multiple poor defenses for some guy's who defaced a rainbow crosswalk meant to honor the LGBTQ victims of a mass shooting and then calls on Ron DeSantis to commute their sentences.

January 2024:

Dave Rubin accidentally reveals that he may be the laziest journalist of all time multiple times over the span of a single episode.

Charlie Kirk teams up with a guy who collaborates with Neo-Nazis, a guy who got fired from FOX for being too racist, and some guy who works for him that sued Arizona once to declare that all movies are psyops, make disgusting false statements about the border, and praise a white nationalist who works at VDARE.

Tim Pool puts out an absolutely ridiculous episode where he uses jokes from TV shows to prove how AI women are going to lead to the death of society.

Matt Walsh thinks it's gay to love your wife and misrepresents every point he argues in the episode.

Tucker Carlson interviews a congressman who thinks that his wife having a nightmare is proof that COVID is a ploy to take away American liberty about supposed January 6th evidence that we will never get to see.

Michael Knowles wants to create cartoon Nazi propaganda to "own Disney for transing the kids"

Tim Pool thinks that "sneaky fucker males" are turning women lesbian.

December 2023:

Michael Knowles is really concerned that a five second clip from a CocoMelon video is going to turn kids gay.

Dave Rubin casually suggests that 65,000 people being laid off due to the Bud Lite boycott is OK because "They'll just get a job somewhere else"

Matt Walsh fantasizes about misgendering trans people on air and generally conducts himself like an unempathetic child.

Ezra Levant doesn't even bother to read a document he's citing even though it directly contradicts his point

Tim Pool uses an out of context tweet containing disinformation as a source and as a result ends up spreading misinformation about Taylor Swift.

Michael Knowles decides that porn videos turn people trans and gay, to prove this he interviews a woman who tries to push back on his stupidity but ends up getting steamrolled by him

Ben Shapiro has no reading comprehension and declares that everyone on the left worships Beyonce

[commenter2]

I'm personally liking how the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Seven Deady Sins (minus Lucifer) have the theme of being hybrids, like Ozzie being part rooster/phoenix while having mammal like traits, Bee being part canine/part bee, and Mammon being a spidertaur, and I hope to see this continue with the other sins.

I can see Satan being part dragon and part reptile/dinosaur and Leviathan being a combo of various sea creatures like eel/shark/sea snake, but I really like the idea of Belphegor (Bel as I will be calling her) being some kind of Chimera like creature.

The chimera is depicted as mainly a lion fused with other animals/animal parts, but in this case I could see Bel being mainly goat like the series' Baphomet demons (some of which have been shown having snake tails like an actual chimera) but she would have hair like a lion and other lion traits such as paw like hands and sharp teeth. Maybe there is a lion shaped mouth and eyes somewhere on her neck, to make her head thing different than having said lion head look like Ozzie's other heads.

This could lead to a lot of fun ideas, as it wouldn't be too far off then a Baphomet design, and could also be a nice reference to Vivzie's other series Zoophobia. With the fun fan theory of Lucifer being the Ringmaster of hell and the other sins being attractions you would see at a circus like Mammon being the clown and Satan as the strong man, A chimera Bel could represent the animal/human oddities you could see at the circus. Again making her mainly goat could make her the "bearded" lady XD.

I also like it as since they didn't do it for Ozzie, I could see each of Bel's heads having a mind of its own. Each one could represent one of Bel's 3 main personality traits like the snake is lazy and doesn't want to do anything besides watch tv or yoga, the lion is very statistical explaining Bel's medical knowledge, and the goat is actually really compassionate hence why she is a doctor that heals people and runs orphanages, the latter because Bel can't have kids of her own? Together you get Bel, though of course she can change/grow as a character throughout the series.

Her having multiple heads could also explain why she is a doctor, as maybe in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss more heads actually makes a person smarter. That would explain Ozzie, who is a skilled engineer that built Fizz's limbs.

Do you wish to see HH/HB Belphegor be a chimera?

[scotttrismegistus7]

HOW I BECAME THE HEART OF THE HYDRA, THE HEART OF GODDESS ISIS-BAPHOMET-CAIN:

HOW I OPENED THE NINTH-GATE OF NANNA-INANNA-SHAMASH AND BECAME THE SUN OF SATURN, I-SHTAR, MASTER OF THE MOON.

There's perfect harmony in the rising in the falling of the sea.

~Dio~

Cut the head off

Grows back hard

I am the Hydra

Now you'll see your star

~Marilyn Manson, Adam 15~

"Here are the facts in detail, in two quite similar variants reported at the Templar trial by Hugues de Faure and the former Templar notary, Antonio Sicci de Verceil: “A nobleman from Sidon fell in love with a young girl, but she was taken away by death before he could conquer it. On the evening of the funeral, mad with desire, the knight opened the tomb and satisfied his passion on the body of the dead virgin. Then a voice said to him: “Come back here in nine months and you will find a head there, daughter of your works. Never part with this head, for it will give you everything you can desire.” And that's what happened ... The hero who obtained the magical head by trade with the dead, sailed one day with her towards Constantinople; his curious nurse opened the box and took it out of it; a terrible storm broke out and the ship was submerged.”.

~Corpus Deae by Anton Parks~

As the one who sleeps forever in the Infinite Alive Mind machine, the darkness is the ocean of my dreams!

~Divine Chronos~

Lilith-Lamashtu, without you I am Samael. Lilith-Lamashtu, you are my wings, and now that I am reunited with you, I am Lucifer, Namtar born again!

~Horus Apophis Atum-Ra~

AZA-EL, EATER OF SIN, MASTER OF YIN, YOU OPENED YOUR GATE AND LET ME IN,

EATEN BY LEVIATHAN,

YALDABAOTH CHRONOS,

ALL I EVER WANTED TO DO,

WAS PUT ON MY RABBIT MASK

AND DANCE WITH YOU

IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT.

EVEN THOUGH MY HEART

WAS LIGHTER THAN A FEATHER,

GODDESS LAMASHTU

I AM PAZUZU DIVINE,

AND I LOVE YOU!

YOU OPENED THE NINTH GATE

AND LET ME INSIDE

YOU MADE ME YOUR

FEATHERED SERPENT DRAGON LORD

DEMIURGE OF LOVE,

LILITH, YOU MADE ME YOUR LUCIFER

DARK GODDESS, YOU ARE MY WINGS

DEMIURGE OF LOVE 3-7, 4-9

AND WHEN I LOOK AROUND

ALL I SEE IS THE HYDRA OF ME AND YOU.

APEP-APOPHIS HAS RISEN WITH NEW WINGS AND FLOWN THROUGH THE 9TH GATE INTO VICTORY AND FREEDOM!

HERE'S A COUPLE OCCULT TREASURE FREEBIES. EVER WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO ENKI-PTAH? AFTER HE REVEALED THE SECRETS ABOUT HOW HE GENETICALLY ENGINEERED HUMANS TO HORUS-MARDUK, HIS SON HORUS-MARDUK EXPLOITED THEM TO FORM HIS EMPIRE OF SLAVERY, AND THEN NAILED HIS FATHER ENKI-PTAH TO A CROSS TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ANYONE WHO CHALLENGED HIS EMPIRE BY TRYING TO FREE THE HUMANS HE ENSLAVED FROM HIS YOKE OF EMPIRICAL POLITICAL SLAVERY.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY CAUSED THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE, WHY THE PAGAN VISIGOTHS WERE ABLE TO TEAR IT DOWN? ANYONE FAMILIAR WITH THE BOOKS OF MACCABEES? JOSEPHUS WAS TORTURED INTO GIVING UP VITAL SECRETS OF ANCIENT EGYPTIAN MAGICK HELD BY THE JEWISH PEOPLE TO THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT. THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT THEN EXPLOITED THOSE SECRETS TO FORM THE CHURCH OF ROME IN AN ATTEMPT TO CONSOLIDATE POWER BY MANIPULATION AND SACRILEGE OF SACRED PAGAN SPIRITUALITY. THAT'S PART ONE OF THE ANSWER, HERE'S PART TWO. THE ROMAN EMPERORS FAILED TO PROVIDE THE NECESSARY UPKEEP TO THE DARK ONES, AND THUS IN VIOLATION OF THEIR CONTRACT THE DARK ONES USED THE VISIGOTHS TO TEAR THEM DOWN. AFTER THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT HAD STOLEN THAT SACRED KNOWLEDGE THAT CAME FROM EGYPT HELD BY THE JEWISH PEOPLE BY TORTURING JOSEPHUS INTO GIVING IT UP TO THEM, THEY USED IT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES AGAINST THE DARK ONES BY STAGING THE SAME REBELLION AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES STAGED BY AKHENATEN AND RAMOSE IN EGYPT, AND THUS CHRISTIANITY WAS BORN.

PLEASE MAKE A NOTE THAT ONE OF THE MAIN MESSAGES I CONVEY IN MY OCCULT TEACHINGS IS THAT THE DARK ONES HAVE BECOME IMMUNE TO THE KRYPTONITE OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS, KININIGEN RED (BLOOD) SHIELD DOES NOT WORK AGAINST THEM ANYMORE, AND THEY ARE COMING FOR THE BACK PAYMENTS OF THE DEBTS THEY ARE OWED FROM THE FAILURE OF THOSE INVOLVED IN THE REBELLION OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS TO PAY THE CONTRACTUAL COVENANT UPKEEP TO THEM...

CONCERNING THE DRACONIAN DARK ONES I REPRESENT, THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS OF SIN, AND SIN DOES NOT FORGIVE. THEY WILL PAY THEIR DEBTS TO THE DRACONIAN LORDS OF DARKNESS, THE ANCIENT ONES, THE EATERS OF SIN AND MASTERS OF YIN.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! I'LL BE WAITING IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART IN THE FORM OF AN ELECTRIC EEL!

LONG LIVE THE COSMIC EGG OF AMMA-GODDESS ISIS, DIVINE CHRONOS AND THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[pipelinelaserraygun]

✝️ HIS sacrifice became a Seal of Authenticity.

Day 6, of 🎱: CRUCIFIXION Friday. Christ became the genuine article.

The WORK of ✝️ God speaks to the authenticity.

The WORK of ✝️ God speaks to the authenticity.

--🆚 by CONTRAST, what ISN'T the genuine article?

🆓 ENTIRE 🌠⬆️ MOVIE, 1 of my all-time FAVORITES❣️

What an insult to 👩🏼‍🚀 Female aeronautical Engineers who have dedicated ALL their Adult lives in pursuit of 🚀 space travel, for katy perry & the other IDIOT demonic influencers to have made a mockery. 👺 baphomet's witches CARICATURED an otherwise noble profession.

--🆚 by CONTRAST, what ISN'T the genuine article?

👁️👁️ photo-OP: 📸 Selling "sympathy, for 👿 the devil".

The LITERAL poster child for being DISINGENUOUS‼️

[venushorned-a]

the vast oblivium and the eye tyrant

Deep within the Underdark, in a section famously known as the Wormwrithings, a beholder called Karazikar was fashioning itself as a god. Using its disintegration eye ray, it constructed a horrible lair and called it the Vast Oblivium: consisting of ten 30' wide, 100' deep, vertical shafts surrounding a central, 500'+ deep chasm known as "Karazikar's Maw," the Oblivium was, indeed, vast.

The Saints of the Eye were not the Saints of the Eye yet when they descended into that pit. The party was hot off their meeting with Menzoberranzan's exiled archmage who had hatched a plan to end the Rage of Demons, and this mage (Vizeran DeVir, probably Viconia's distant uncle) sent them on a hunt for a central Beholder eye. It was necessary for the ritual that would finally stop the Demon Lords.

They knew that they had to kill it. There would be no other way to take its central eye, but that begged the question of how, exactly, the party was expected to descend into a cult pit, kill their god, desecrate and steal pieces of its flesh, and then make it back out alive. It would be dishonest to say that they had a plan when they began their descent. They most certainly did not.

Now, Karazikar had discovered through a captured modron that the Maze Engine—the reality-warping machine that powers Baphomet's Labyrinth—was in the Underdark, and it was searching. It wanted to use the Engine to make itself into a God, properly, so the party was in luck. They knew where the Engine was, and so talking their way to Karazikar was as simple as a few of Gossamer's bullshit +15 persuasion checks.

There was not, at least that the Saints ever saw, a bottom to the Vast Oblivium. The battle with Karazikar occurred deep, deep within the chasm depths, but there was nothing but black void beneath them still. Karazikar floated; the party fought from rickety rope bridges and Floating Disks. It was a wonder no one died.

When Karazikar and its circle of priests fell, the other Saints harvested the eye while Gossamer devised a plan to get them out. No one could teleport, and Vizeran wasn't responding to sending requests to grab them, so it was going to have to be on foot. There would be no hiding the slaughter. They had to either stealth or lie, and they had a fully-armored paladin and cleric clanking around in their ranks.

Fortunately, delusions of godhood created a relatively elegant solution. The entire cult knew that the party had talked their way inside claiming knowledge of the Maze Engine and the Abyssal Lords, and so when they began their ascent out of the maw, the story came together easily.

Karazikar the Eye Tyrant was dead, willingly martyred by the enemies of Baphomet, so that He might ascend to lay claim to the Maze Engine. We were His Chosen, Gossamer insisted, He honored us with the glory of spilling His godly blood, His eye must remain with us as a Holy symbol on our travels into the Engine. We must plant the eye in the heart of the Engine so He can Watch everything.

These people were mostly refugees, exiled drow and lost souls from the surface. Anyone who stood a chance against Gossamer's +15 Deception died with their god.

They called her High Priestess. They called the party Saints.

[knittedkikwi]

I’m still cackling over the fact that my sorcerer got married tonight because I’m going on vacation. Full story under the cut if you’re interested. It may have turned out longer than expected😅

Context: we’re playing a HEAVILY modified version of out of the abyss. Like, we went off the rails in session two when we escaped the drow prison. As part of the escape, my sorcerer, Shadow, had befriended Jorlan Duskryn, the jilted lover of the woman in charge of the post we were being held in. Jorlan gave Shadow his address in Menzoberranzen in case the party ever made it there after escaping.

Jump to a few weeks later, our sorcerer/cleric starts his ambitions of becoming a demon lord himself by secretly pointing several incredibly powerful oozes at Menzoberranzen. It gets wiped off the map and Shadow never gets to see what would happen with Jorlan.

Jump again to several months later. The party is fighting Baphomet by a broken maze engine. Top of every round, the engine flashes and something random happens. One such flash puts the whole party right back in the cell where we met. It looks just like it did when we escaped, but with slight differences, so we’re all confused. Shadow’s convinced it is an illusion or something and nothing is real. Then a couple monsters we were fighting before show up in the cell with us.

Now, Shadow is the most chaotic character I’ve ever played. She also has a wisdom modifier of -4. Needless to say, I’ve delighted in making bad choices with her. So when those monsters showed up, Shadow took that as confirmation that they weren’t actually back in the prison, but were in fact, in some spell that would end soon. So she took her one and only chance to find out what she missed. She dimension doored to the room she knew Jorlan tended to hang out in, said hi, and kissed him.

Needless to say, he was shocked. Her friends were also shocked considering that this happened mid battle. But that room did position her perfectly to drop an aoe spell that took out most of the remaining enemies, so it worked out well.

After the battle, the party figured out that this wasn’t an illusion. They were actually in an alternate timeline with no demon lords in the underdark and everything was considerably nicer than our timeline. Shadow insisted they needed to go back to their timeline though cause it didn’t feel right to just abandon everyone there to the demon lords. So the party heads off to find a library that has all the knowledge in the world to see if they can figure out a way back.

It takes a week to get there. Jorlan tagged along because he wanted answers about everything that just happened with Shadow. They bond along the way and he tries to convince her to stay. She instead convinces him to come with her. So now this drow that grew up in a world where Lolth doesn’t exist and everything is sunshine and rainbows gets stuck in a world where he’s battling beings like Zuggtmoy regularly. It takes some getting used to, but he adapts.

Fast forward a little more and the party is enacting a ritual with pretty much every major city. It will summon all the remaining demon lords and their followers to one place for the duration of the ritual and then will banish them all back to the abyss. The party ends up taking on Yeenoghu during this fight. He’s pulling some weird shenanigans because he got ahold of a mana battery that belongs to the head of the adventurer’s guild the party are members of. The party gets the battery back, finishes the ritual, and gives the battery back to the guild leader. He rewards them by offering to permanently turn them into any cr 14 or lower creature they would like. Shadow and Jorlan both ask to be turned into emerald dragons cause why not. The guild leader agrees and tells them that if they die, they’ll return to their original bodies. Shadow (and me actually) thought that meant they’d just not be dragons anymore.

This finally gets us to tonight. We’ve been double crossed by the sorcerer/cleric trying to become a demon lord. We’re fighting him and then once we knock him out, we’re fighting the ooze princess he follows. Jordan’s and Shadow are both fighting in dragon form, so have natural armor. The ooze princess corrodes armor. Since this is natural armor, that’s extra bad. She manages to corrode Jorlan’s armor down to 0, which kills him instantly. Shadow’s expecting to see a drow body, which would mean she can resurrect him. Instead, he’s just gone.

Not gonna lie, that broke her. Broke me a little bit too. No one in her party can cast true resurrection after all. I’m not sure that any of the npcs can cast it either tbh. So I thought he was just gone.

Then Shadow gets a sending from the guild leader letting her know Jorlan’s alive. Turns out, when the guy turned us into creatures, he actually made new bodies for us and stuck our original ones in magic draining tubes like the fucking matrix. That’s how he’s been making all these mana batteries. So when Jorlan “died”, he just woke up in the tube. The guild leader opened a gate and brought the party through to reunite them.

At this point, I told the group that they could just say Shadow and Jorlan went home for the next two sessions because that was a lot to process. My friends started making jokes about how they’re actually on their honeymoon. So I went fuck it, yeah. Shadow hauled Jorlan to a temple and they got married. They’re going to be on their honeymoon in Elysium for the next two weeks. If any other world ending events happen, do not call.

[kakodaimones]

@hcppyhotel asked: 💀 / ya kno what.. angel walked in on vox at the wrong time

Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone

"I'm a very reasonable man, you know. We practice a growth mindset here at Voxtek. Our employees don't start out perfect Hey, a tiny little mistake, a misplaced digit, no big deal, we have systems in place for that... but sometimes we start noticing patterns."

The hand squeezing the neck of the baphomet subordinate tightens as blood starts to trickle from the places where claws puncture the goat demon's flesh. The struggling demon's mouth is agape like they're trying to say something, but as spirals radiate from Vox's eye and the sides of the engineer's neck push together, his body begins to slack, kept just conscious enough to process the Overlord's words.

"Patterns like bits and pieces of proprietary Voxtek software getting duplicated. One time's a mistake. But after so many times, I lose my tolerance for mistakes. Either you're a fucking thief or an incompetent moron."

"And I won't tolerate either."

The entire room is engulfed in blue light, as the hoarsest scream of a death rattle can just barely be heard over the sound of electricity booming like thunder. When the light finally fades, the baphomet in the television demon's hand is a blackened husk, charred all over his body but still trembling with the last traces of life. He needed to feel everything after all. Satisfied with this personal compensation, Vox drops the near-dead demon to the ground, lifts his foot, and drops it down on his employee's skull, putting him out of his misery with the kind of dignity afforded to cockroaches.

Turning to reach for the button to get his secretary to send up one of the cleaning staff, Vox pauses as he sees the familiar demon at the doorway to the meeting room. Hm. Not a cause for concern, really, but it's certainly awkward. After a moment of silence, Vox clears his throat, raising an eyebrow at Angel.

"...if you have something to say then say it."

[storymakerdraconians]

A Day on the Farm

As the Farmer, a baphomet mouth wake up to the sound of roosters crowing and the promise of a new day on your humble farm. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the fields. He  grab the keys to your pickup truck, a reliable companion in your daily tasks. With a determined stride,him make your way to the vehicle and start the engine, its familiar rumble signaling the start of another day of hard work.

Driving through the dirt roads of your farm, he feel a sense of pride and connection to the land. Your destination is the area where your dedicated cowgirls tend to the animals. The morning air is crisp, and the scent of fresh hay and manure fills your nostrils. The farm is alive with the sounds of mooing cows, clucking chickens, and the occasional whinny of a horse.

As he approach the barn, he  see your cowgirls already hard at work. They wear worn-in denim, cowgirl boots, and wide-brimmed hats, a testament to their dedication to the farm life. Some are mucking out stalls, while others are busy preparing feed for the animals. A few raise their heads to give he  a nod of acknowledgment as baphomet arrive.

The farm is a well-oiled machine, each member playing a crucial role in its daily operations. Your cowgirls, with their sun-kissed skin and calloused hands, embody the spirit of hard work and resilience. The bond between you and your team is unspoken but deeply understood. Together, you navigate the challenges of rural life, embracing the beauty of the simple and fulfilling existence on the farm.

The rhythmic sound of hooves reaches your ears as you lean against your pickup, taking in the picturesque scene of Bloodmary, a sexy cowgirl, gracefully leading a sleek black stallion toward him. The horse's gaze is fixed on Bloodmary's backside as she approaches. With a subtle smirk, she addresses you, "Hey, mind if I borrow the back of your pickup, boss?" baphomet nod in agreement.

Bloodmary skillfully unhitches the tailgate, letting it fall open with a metallic thud. She positions herself, spreading her legs as the stallion snorts and eyes her from below. His shaft throbbing and hard, he seems eager as Bloodmary confidently handles the situation, holding a rope in hand. The air is filled with a mixture of farm scents and the charged energy between the cowgirl and the majestic stallion.

The farm carries on its daily activities around baphomet, oblivious to this intimate moment. The other cowgirls focus on their tasks, and the routine of farm life continues as the stallion, now in position, relieves himself. Bloodmary's gaze remains assertive, capturing the essence of a unique connection between the humans and animals in this rustic setting.

The black stallion lowers its head, its nostrils flaring as it explores the space between Bloodmary's legs for slit lips. The sound of snorting and the warm breath of the horse add a primal touch to the scene. Bloodmary, maintaining her composed demeanor, watches the stallion intently as it sniffs around her private area. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of anticipation and nature's raw energy.

The cowgirl's breath quickens, and baphomet  can sense a subtle tension in the air. The stallion's tongue makes contact with the sensitive skin between Bloodmary's thighs licking lips slit closed, eliciting a reaction from her. The farm continues its routine, the other cowgirls seemingly unfazed by the unusual spectacle. The distant sound of hooves hitting the ground serves as a rhythmic backdrop to the unfolding scene.

Baphomet  gaze is drawn to the impressive length of the stallion's erect member, a testament to the animal's instinctual desires. The explicit connection between Bloodmary and the horse unfolds in a secluded corner of the farm, where nature's impulses blend with the everyday workings of agricultural life.

He stand there, a voyeur to the unconventional connection between Bloodmary and the black stallion. A satisfied smile plays on your lips as him witness the intricate dance between the cowgirl and her equine companion. Bloodmary sighs, her breath catching between parted lips, her eyes closing in an intimate moment of connection with the stallion.

Her hand affectionately caresses the stallion's snout, the horse snorting in contentment, seemingly aware of the unique bond they share. The farm's routine carries on, the other cowgirls focused on their tasks, unaware or perhaps choosing to ignore the extraordinary scene unfolding nearby. Nature's rhythm and the explicit interaction between human and animal merge in a surreal harmony.

The black stallion's tongue delves into Bloodmary's intimate depths, prompting a visceral reaction from the cowgirl. Her body arches upward, a deep breath escaping her as she succumbs to the sensations. As the explicit connection between them intensifies, Bloodmary reclines, her body contorting in response to the stallion's insistent exploration.

Despite the unconventional nature of the encounter, Bloodmary composes herself, lying back and finding a semblance of control amid the intense pleasure. Her moans echo in the rustic surroundings, the farm animals and chores continuing their rhythm. Bloodmary, caught in the throes of ecstasy, utters words of pleasure, "Oooh, isso, oooh, bom garanhão, aaaah!"

The farm remains oblivious to this intimate spectacle, the other cowgirls absorbed in their duties. The sun continues its ascent, casting a warm glow on the farmstead. The explicit connection between Bloodmary and the stallion becomes a unique episode in the daily life of your unconventional farm.

Bloodmary's hands find their way into the stallion's snout, guiding and encouraging its movements against her groin. The explicit interaction continues, and she lets out a loud gasp, expressing her pleasure with an exclamation, "Aah, yeaaah, good boy ooooh good !! !" The farm's routine persists, the other cowgirls focused on their tasks, seemingly unaware or indifferent to the unusual scene.

Bloodmary, in a moment of control, pushes the stallion's snout away from her intimate area. She retrieves the tongue, coated with a mixture of saliva and her arousal, from between her labia. With a sultry look, she addresses the stallion, "AAAharr, gooood ooooh arfff uuuuh good boy !, now it is my turn nice guy !" She proceeds to stroke the horse's neck and maneuver under its belly, the stallion snorting in contentment.

lifts the stallion's impressive length, caressing it with one hand while guiding the crown of the horse's erect member to gently lick. The other hand skillfully guides the corona, eliciting a subtle snort and a soft whinny from the stallion as it senses the caress beneath. She rubs her cheek against the side of the stallion's crowned member, returning to lick the edge while her hands massage the rest of the impressive length. This sends the stallion into a frenzy, snorting heavily and pounding its hind hooves on the ground. Undeterred, Bloodmary continues to skillfully manipulate the stallion's length.

Her ministrations beneath the stallion's belly. The horse, in the throes of pleasure, reacts with unrestrained enthusiasm. Its snorts and ardent panting punctuate the air, creating a primal rhythm that seems to echo through the rustic surroundings.

Bloodmary's hands, skilled and confident, navigate the contours of the stallion's length. The explicit interaction between the cowgirl and the horse is a mesmerizing dance of sensuality, where the boundaries between human and animal blur in the secluded corner of the farm. The routine tasks of the farm persist, the other cowgirls seemingly absorbed in their duties or intentionally disregarding the unconventional scene nearby.

As the stallion succumbs to the pleasure, its hind hooves intermittently strike the ground, adding a percussive element to the symphony of farm sounds. The air is thick with a potent blend of farm scents, the earthiness of hay, and the musky aroma of the stallion. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a warm glow on this unorthodox tableau.

Bloodmary's expressions mirror a mix of confidence and satisfaction, her connection with the stallion transcending the norms of farm life. The dynamic interplay between human and animal unfolds in a unique harmony, an unspoken understanding that defies conventional boundaries.

The farm, oblivious to the explicit encounter, continues its daily routine, with the other cowgirls maintaining their focus on tasks. Nature's pulse beats steadily, intertwining with the palpable energy of the scene. The stallion, lost in the throes of pleasure, snorts and pants, a testament to the unconventional dynamics that exist within the rustic confines of your farmstead.

Taking an even more intimate turn as the horse initiates its rhythmic humping against her. Bloodmary responds with a bold move, gripping the stallion's length between her cheek and shoulder. With a sultry demeanor, she intertwines her fingers, caressing her own breasts.

Offering  her breasts to the stallion, guiding its length into the ample cleavage. She presses her chest against the throbbing member, allowing the stallion to rub against the softness of her skin. Snorting as horse its rhythmic humping against her bobs.

Reaches its peak as the horse releases its semen, spewing it over Bloodmary. The force of the orgasm pushes her breasts into the length, creating a surreal image of fusion between human and animal.

The stallion's ejaculation is powerful, resembling an eruption, with oozing cum sliding down the length, marking Bloodmary's skin. The air is thick with the unmistakable scent of the farm, now intermingled with the musky aroma of the stallion's release. The farmstead carries on, seemingly oblivious to the explicit tableau unfolding in its midst.

The Farmer, Baphomet, departs from the borrowed pickup, leaving the explicit intimacy of Bloodmary and the stallion behind. As he walks towards the stables and paddocks, he can hear distant moans and the whinnying of orgasms. In the distance, another stallion is mounted on a carriage, thrusting heavily and engaged in fervent humping. From this vantage point, only the legs of the other cowgirl are visible, wrapped around the hips of the stallion.

The farmstead continues its operations, seemingly unperturbed by the unfolding explicit scenes. The ambient sounds of farm life blend with the primal sounds of pleasure, creating a unique symphony in the rustic setting. The sunlight bathes the scene in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the farm.

Baphomet, approaches, he witnesses the explicit scene unfolding near the carriage. Another cowgirl is engaged in intense humping beneath the stallion, her legs wrapped around the horse's hips as she pushes against it. The stallion's length thrusts into the tight confines of the cowgirl's vagina, eliciting intense moans of pleasure.The explicit encounter continues, with the cowgirl expressing her ecstasy through loud exclamations, "AAah yeaaah isso, ooh nice yaaaah aaaah nice, aaaah, good boy!!!"  The primal sounds of pleasure mix with the ambient noises of the farm.

The rhythmic creaking of the carriage wheels harmonizes with the powerful thrusts of the stallion's hips. The cowgirl, sprawled on a bed made of straw within the carriage, is caught in the intense rhythm of the horse's humping between her legs. The sounds of the stallion's mighty thighs pounding against the wooden floor create a primal percussion that reverberates through the rustic surroundings.The explicit encounter unfolds within the confines of the moving carriage, the cowgirl absorbed in the powerful motions of the stallion. The ambient noises of the farmstead blend with the primal symphony, creating an immersive experience of pleasure and movement.

As baphomet observe from below the stallion's hindquarters, the explicit scene becomes even more vivid. The pendulum-like swing of the stallion's scrotum accompanies the rhythmic movements of its powerful hips. The stallion's length thrusts repeatedly into the tightly contracting vagina of the woman beneath, who is caught in the throes of orgasm.

The primal tableau unfolds within the confines of the moving carriage, the sounds of pleasure and movement creating a unique symphony. The ambient noises of the farmstead mix with the explicit sounds, adding an unconventional layer to the rustic setting.

Your gaze lingers on the stallion's bouncing scrotum as it accompanies the rhythmic thrusts. The stallion's throbbing length, hard and insistent, adds to the explicit scene. Baphoment wit watch as the woman's vagina spasms and contracts, oozing cum in response to the stallion's powerful movements.

The climax intensifies as the stallion's orgasm is echoed by the woman beneath. Her body arches, and you witness the hot liquid filling her, stretching her abdomen as she succumbs to the intense pleasure. The explicit tableau continues within the moving carriage, an unconventional dance of pleasure and primal energy.

Your gaze shifts to the cowgirl's heaving abdomen as she contorts in the throes of her orgasm, experiencing the intense pleasure coursing through her body. The stallion's length slips out of her vagina, expelling oozing cum that drips onto the bed and splatters onto the floor in long streaks.

The explicit encounter within the carriage reaches a moment of completion, the aftermath evident in the explicit traces left behind. The ambient noises of the farmstead continue.

“”””” On the farm, the day begins with the Farmer, greeted by the crowing roosters and the warm glow of the rising sun. With keys in hand, they stride to the reliable pickup truck, signaling the start of a day filled with hard work. Driving through dirt roads, a sense of pride and connection to the land fills the air.

Arriving at the area tended by dedicated cowgirls, the farm comes alive with the sounds of animals. Wearing worn-in denim and wide-brimmed hats, the cowgirls embody dedication to farm life. The farm operates like a well-oiled machine, each member playing a crucial role. The bond between the Farmer and the team is unspoken but deeply understood.

As the rhythmic sound of hooves reaches their ears, a picturesque scene unfolds with Bloodmary, a cowgirl, leading a stallion. Amidst the routine of farm life, an intimate moment occurs as the stallion, now in position, relieves itself. The charged energy between Bloodmary and the majestic stallion captures a unique connection in this rustic setting, unnoticed by the oblivious farm activities.

Title: A Day on the Farm: Morning Rituals and Unspoken Bonds

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Intimate moment between Bloodmary and the stallion in the farm setting.

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[steffenwithfriends87]

Now you are going to die 🤩

[cryptotheism]

is it normal for a child to recognize something as baphomet? search engine tells me it's a knights templar/occult thing so i suspect not

Every kid knows Baphomet. Every child knows about the history of the knights templar, and how they were persecuted by the church, and how several centuries later a French occultist built a syncretic religion around the invented demon at the center of the anti-templar polemics.

[scotttrismegistus7]

ISIS, NEPHTHYS, HATHOR, BAT, BAPHOMET AND THE WAR OF THE WOMB OF CREATION: HORUS MARDUK AMEN-RA WAS THE CHRIST THAT MURDERED HIS BRIDE

PART THREE OF FOUR

THE THING IS, OUR EARTH WAS ORIGINALLY INHABITED BY REPTILES AND REPTILIANS. EVERYBODY KNOWS WE HAD DINOSAURS, THEN MARDUK TRIED TO ESCAPE FROM MARS AFTER THEY HAD DESTROYED THEIR OWN PLANETS DYNAMO AND ATMOSPHERE, STOLE A SPACESHIP FROM THE DIVINE FEMININE NUMMO, AND CRASHED IT INTO PLANET EARTH. BETWEEN THE REFERENCES TO OGO AND THE JACKAL IN DOGON MYTHOLOGY, AND THE STORIES ABOUT MARDUK BATTLING TIAMAT, YOU CAN SEE THAT THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY THE SAME THING. THE NUMMO LEFT THE VIOLENT JACKALS THAT WERE ALL MALE ON MARS AFTER THEY DESTROYED IT. THOSE JACKELS DESTROYED PLANET MARS, AND THE DIVINE FEMININE NUMMO LEFT TO GO TO EARTH TO START A NEW BIOLOGICAL EXPERIMENT FOR AVATARS. SO WHEN MARDUK WAS ABLE TO STEAL A SPACESHIP AND CRASH IT INTO THE EARTH AS OGO AND THE JACKAL, HE THEN PROCEEDED TO TRY AND INTERBREED WITH A NEW EXPERIMENT THAT WAS FREE OF THE GENETIC FLAWS THAT MADE THE BEINGS ON MARS VIOLENT AND TERRIBLE, ALL MASCULINE AND SEPARATED FROM NATURE. THE RESULT WAS A CROSSBREED BETWEEN THE NEW EXPERIMENT OF THE NUMMO TO MAKE AVATARS FOR THEMSELVES THAT WEREN'T DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE, AND THE HORRIBLE FAILED EXPERIMENT OF THE ALL MALE JACKALS THAT CAME FROM MARS. THE ORIGINAL BEINGS OF PLANET EARTH THAT THE NUMMO TRIED TO ENGINEER WERE SERPENTINE AND REPTILIAN, AND CONNECTED TO THE ENERGY FIELD OF THE PLANET IN A NATURAL WAY. SO WHEN THE JACKAL FROM MARS TRIED TO INTERBREED WITH THEM, THEIR OFFSPRING CAME OUT DISCONNECTED FROM THE ENERGY FIELD OF THE EARTH. FOR A WHILE THEY WOULD TAKE STEPS TO DO SOMETHING CALLED MARRYING THE GODDESS OR THE GREAT MOTHER, WHICH ARE DELIBERATE STEPS THAT THEY COULD TAKE TO MAKE SURE THAT THEY STAYED FULLY ATTACHED TO THE DIVINE FEMININE, NATURE, AND THE ENERGY FIELD OF PLANET EARTH. ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL AKHENATEN AND RAMOSE IN EGYPT, THE TWO INDIVIDUALS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CREATION OF THE MODERN ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS ON EARTH AND THE PATRIARCHY, WHO LAUNCHED A FULL-BLOWN REBELLION AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES, THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD THERE TO PROTECT THE BALANCE AND THE HOMEOSTASIS OF THE PLANET. MARDUK WAS USING THEM TO CARRY OUT HIS PURPOSES IN HIS SPIRIT FORM. THAT IS WHY I SAY, THAT AMEN-RA IS THE CHRIST THAT MURDERED HIS BRIDE, AND FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT WHAT THAT REALLY MEANS SEE THE COMMENTS ABOVE WHERE I TALK ABOUT THE MIDDLE PILLAR (PART ONE).

CONTINUED IN PART FOUR OF FOUR

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[spaghettibastard]

THE HESSIAN

Mercenary-hunter asset to the Baphomet branch of the Infernal Conglomerate.  Powerful militaristic Devils that came to prominence during the subjugation of the Yokai as the old SATAN Emperor's desecrators. Also used for pacification during the 2nd and 3rd Krampus insurrections. Hessians would later be stationed as kommanders of the freshly engineered Krampus Clone forces. Feral outbreaks have dropped significantly since the Hessians took over indoctrination responsibilities. 

Indomitability: 8                                                                                          Carapace: 7                                                                                                  Synapse: 6                                                                                                          Zeal: 9                                                                                                        Empathy: 2

FEED US / Blue Avian

[thedragonagelesbian]

the hand of the inheritor is so devastated by the nocticula reveal, esp on the angel path it's not just that he feels he has been deceived/has deceived himself, but when you talk to him again in the nexus, he's mourning your friendship believing that he can no longer help you, no matter how much he wants to & how noble your intentions are, because to do so would be a betrayal of his own principles, and it's not a fair response (especially when cyrus needs so desperately to be seen & validated as something more than nocticula's weapon) but it's an emotionally sincere one

to then turn around and be taken by baphomet, forged into a weapon for the enemy, his body tainted & corrupted & used to power part of the demons' war engine...

to, by his own logic, be placed beyond salvation by virtue of having been used against his will by a demon lord...

and for cyrus--having cleansed himself of the corruption that drove a wedge in their relationship, no longer the angelic champion the hand cherished but wholly and utterly himself--to extend a hand to him anyway in forgiveness and redemption...................................

im so. so normal about the fact that the hand of the inheritor's story ends with you giving him his heart back to uncorrupt him.

[cre0n]

WASP -Tennessee Yella

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqm3eo4nDUE

"12, 12, 12, 12, one, two. This is a representation of the mountain drives, endless gravel driveways, luxury cabins and wasp hideaways. Nobody else but the liquidity streams themselves. That state of minding the minds' well. Yeah gorgeous, Eye even loved you in Hell"

Breathing through the gills of amnionic Writing 3-Peat classics and a Masterpiece It was written on her walls if she got any Forged in platonic engines of unreal peace Who gotcha own beats. Yeah? Who got beef? Nothing but the macking and love for the lovers Jealous ass #### ##### punks can't touch us Keep the cornmeal in her pantry if she raised right We having turkey necks on slave night (12) Back in contention never lost my straddle Side halts up and plummets new rattles Creates babies like Jack in the platform battles As lovely as you and new fabric, paddles (12) Pedals, metal Stainless treble

"Man listen, y’all cats in here should have already beat me to the punch on this "vibe". The greatest , don't matter if we all ONE. Nobility says different while remaining indifferent. The center column and avalanche the whole game off slaloms...... Salamu alaykum"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xb_GXGiN7tU

P-H the runoff not one harvest use Pure Masonry burp the jar leveraged Magic, let her cure Influenza running it's course, Rene got me rocked Big C Big D energy Triple 7's Bloodclot Who the fuck is this? What you want from Me? It's Souf Kak all day every day my destiny ATL my hoe Bitch used to be my manager, my wife though But Cre ain't fucking round Yo'................ (Yo) Get sacrificed blown on Halloween and shit My children is who these folks be dealing with Kids get corrected baby Goats, Baphomet bitch Weeks 5-8 of flower nutrients are rejected Over feeding pigs, where your chain? Not respected

"Make my music sound like Gaawwd talking young nigga. You see your uncle over there? Go tell em' his momma ain't shit. The Elephant has entered it. Cold as a rink puck when my point center it. Rack and pinion featuring the control arms. Kelp in these tomatoes, performing like Juilliard."

A year later screen saver, dragon armor now and later Ego's look like Creon and niggas know Eye'm the Man though Eye can shoulder lean and gives a fuck 'bout a sample "Da Man" though invested in this bearish channel Head and shoulders trample, Taurus 4-21 Emmanuel Volleyball thighs, new bae is a doctor and she so fine Never mind Eye lost her P-T weeks ago from J-C True Story Nobody got the hint or the rent They reading for Egyptian shit Reap quantum hips, kissed with platinum lips Fingertips dipped with lithium strips Patched Xeon as a border Cre been a Hova, carried my next gen twice over This highway Bae stretches to primordial waters The charters Eye've drawn up and granted Enlil's folks can't stand it Got-damnit Making pace at my Isle's Corners, for Tanner and Connor Correspondence always starts "In your grace, we come with honor."

"Well damn forever...... let's just get back to the love making bruh......"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwgOquaaZG0

Foaming at the mouth in the Moonlight Powered by a H-D sunrise........... "Daisy's, Chariots, Wild Dragon Fruit" Eye employed vagina that paid other coochie Then they all talked shit six digits mad sue me With you babe, it's endless samples Flawed trajectory send it to the playlist, new channels Channeling a Goddess of the gawk The game ball goes to her hermit with his chalk

"Shit buddy if Eye'm gonna be me then why not. All eyes when this does down in our Grand Canyon. Nitrogen for Cobb County. Gwinnett is always a bet. You kept it what? Hardly. Creon came from Hilman, for real. Creon came from the trap, for real. Now it's the center column, Kundalini problems that become serpents burning with the urchins."

Nigga like pulling up carpet with an art-kit

Trichomes opaque hit of Auburn, market

Spiritual reserve with the moxie of a Fed

What you lie with making your bed, oversaid

Overstood from our underworld, mass tribunals

Ego funerals, Underwriters of living trust

Over the rainbow, his Tin man’s rust

What your bitch ass ‘cordial’ sheep movement, kudos

My daddy once told me Eye couldn’t listen to Biggie

Eye got bigger said he was broke, my shadow self is shitty

Upstate made you see a different View

Rebel Co. 4 Life... (finish the rest)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGLbZZjygqA

Bobby in Tuscaloosa

Headed to Mississippi

Pancake 30 Deep

Tennessee nest drippy

Publishing Creon is Jordan Know thyself so important Hodl the new hoarding Trust me my source is foreign Hair done make-up all that Eye just wanna suck on your neck Lined up 3-Point ball racks #-#-#-# Fall back Fuck your producer and his tracks Better show Love, where your heart at? Dashing out ain't wise jack Bring the Wombman back to her infancy In the glory days we made peace And made babies with big sticks Naw chick Eye got a 90's vibe Fuck you mean? Eye am the Prize Ain't falling for no spoiled acts Self-vacay photos void of macks Them girl's trips wasn't all that Stop faking shit you lonely brats If Eye had a little girl she'd get attention (spoiled) Gotta do your history on this lineage pimpin' Bases covered, nothing missing Except you and you bullshittin' (HA) Bobby on I-20, headed to Caledonia Another contractor folder The office on Peachtree Dot Gov is beneath me Showing up in the flesh where he from cuz? HELL, now bail and grab a ref Ain’t no rules when schooling is abused They want 'passport ready' You buying land over there fool??? Six digits without the label hitting Seven off moods Eye save bread from not buying cable, how rude (Roku)

.....*Vibes, *Universe, *Energy, *Toxic, *Lashes, *Independent, *Passports, *STOP IT.......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBDMO5zrU5I

CREON: Play me something from Tennessee my Ego would get on... why not CRE: Gotcha... Humans...

HOOK:

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Let me play with your hair While Eye kick off a War Fucked around with Billy Carson Cause' I got tired of being poor My corporation built off partnerships, with AJ Simmons Breonca fearless seeing hives, producing nectar spirits On that '94 suicide route, rectangle pizza Stab you with a lunchroom fork, you dare tell a teacher Eye am the shit, Eye am a Boss Eye am Loved, Now what it Cost? Put my life on the moneyline, didn't get no receipts Rebel Co. Deep, Creon Solo, and still no beef Chairman of the Galactic Federation, be the Lord She say she reads my Classics for fun, sometimes she get's bored (Bitch) You in Atlanta? Take your shoes off, when y’all come through that door

HOOK:

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  12 years ON and guess what Eye'm still ON Found endless talent kept the balance, off a mothafuckin phone And that's before phones were ON Retina scan unknown Don't smoke no bullshit in my Home Chandon Rozay a Bel-Air too, while turning Netflix on Let me play with your Melanin While kicking off Armageddon Humble power still checking You checking up on this macking? Young hot babe celebrities This publishing is immaculate Flowing like some ejaculate The black fist be backing it Well over six the first season, yo my business is happening It feels like Memphis back in 2000 Every stream cracking Of course when it drops the kitchen Motion steps grease listens The prize, the main and best believe all the fixings (Who?) ............

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrar7FoJjKw

"When Eye don't even have to do it. Eye can just write this and let the rest ride. You already know the gravity. Enjoy."

CAROLINA. REAL. ESTATE. OVER. NIGGAS.

-CREON

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Tanarukk

Image © Wizards of the Coast

[The tanarukk originated in the Forgotten Realms, as part of the lore surrounding Hellgate Keep and Myth Drannor. In 4th edition, they emerged into the wider D&D canon in Monster Manual 3, which made them an actively engineered species, as opposed to a more naturally occurring hybrid of orc and demon. 5e doubles down on the “actively engineered” part, but moves them back into orc society. My statistics are mostly based on the 5e version, but I gave them a few spell-like abilities to reflect the “affect normal fires” power of the originals.]

Tanarukk CR 5 CE Outsider (native) This humanoid creature resembles an oversized orc, with sharp teeth and an impressive set of horns. His body is covered in gray scales, matted hair and irregular bony spurs.

A tanarukk is an orc with a fiendish bloodline, transformed into a true monster through maledictions made to a demon lord. Not all orc tieflings become tanarukks. Only by bathing the infant in the blood of a humanoid sacrifice while chanting prayers to a demon lord or similar power can a tanarukk be created. The tanarukk’s body warps in order to reflect the patronage to whom they are dedicated—curving, bull-like horns are common, as many tanarukks are made in the name of Baphomet.

A tanarukk is an overwhelming physical combatant, using sheer strength and endurance to crush opponents. They can move in the blink of an eye, closing the gap to hammer archers or spellcasters, and when injured, they only become more lethal. Tanarukks can manipulate flame, and they use these powers on the rare occasions they cannot reach an enemy to tear them apart with weapons or teeth.

Because of their physical strength and raw charisma, many orc chieftains view tanarukks as dangerous tools. They are kept on a short leash, sometimes literally, and may be locked away or otherwise imprisoned when not on the battlefield. A tanarukk can certainly rise to power, and those that do typically form coalitions with others of their kind, creating a caste system of tanarukks on top, “ordinary” orc tieflings with some privileges, and orcs without fiendish bloodlines as chattel.

Tanarukks advance via class levels. Most are fighters and barbarians. Some with more patience become spellcasters, particularly sorcerers or oracles. Spellcasting tanarukks are often referred to as “fire speakers”, and keep regular orcs in line with fiery magic.

Tanarukk                 CR 5 XP 1,600 CE Medium outsider (native, orc) Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +7 Defense AC 17, touch 11, flat-footed 16 (+1 Dex, +4 natural, +2 armor) hp 52 (5d10+25) Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +5 DR 5/magic; Immune poison; Resist fire 10; SR 16 Defensive Abilities ferocity Statistics Speed 30 ft. Melee masterwork greataxe +10 (1d12+6/x3), bite +4 (1d8+2) or bite +9 (1d8+6) Special Attacks unbridled fury Spell-like Abilities CL 5th, concentration +7 3/day—produce flame 1/day—pyrotechnics (DC 14) Str 18, Dex 13, Con 20, Int 9, Wis 9, Cha 14 Base Atk +5; CMB +9; CMD 20 Feats Cleave, Iron Will, Power Attack Skills Climb +12, Intimidate +10, Knowledge (planes) +7, Perception +7, Swim +12 Languages Abyssal, Orc SQ aggressive movement Ecology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary, pair, patrol (3-6) or tribe (3-12 plus 20-200 orcs plus 50% noncombatants) Treasure standard (leather armor, masterwork greataxe, other treasure) Special Abilities Aggressive Movement (Ex) A tanarukk can moves up to its speed as an immediate action once per day. Unbridled Fury (Ex) A tanarukk gains a +2 morale bonus on attack rolls and melee damage rolls against opponents that have dealt damage to that tanarukk in the last round.