#trasmutation

[adoseoflife]

Transmuting energy to stay in the knowing that my manifestation is here

There’s this specific energy I feel a type of dense breathe and I associate it with a situation I’ve manifested. At first this energy would make me worry like oh no gotta remind myself I hope it’s going right kind of energy. But I realized our manifestations are us giving birth

And what I’m feeling is my born child telling me I’m here feel my energy to confirm to you that your manifestation is hear breathing and being.

Not the feeling of the energy has change and if feel light and wonderful. I just had to transmute the meaning. Myself was telling me

This energy is confirmation that your manifestation is working NOW.

[oldkiteclan]

Anybody remember that one trend about opening Flight Rising on unusual devices? Well how about flight rising in BALDWIN'S CAULDRON!!

[theeyeofeverything]

I saw your Nine sols Oc’s and they’re really cool.

And I really love your jieyi art (I this everyone is deprived at this point)

Anyway I have some questions!

Your Jie general ocs, whats their reaction to jieyi?

Could you tell us more about them?

How long have they known Jiequan for?

Do you think Jiequan would explode if yi chose to like sit near him and without a fight take a nap leaning against him?

Thank you! I am glad you like my OCs and showing interest in them! - How long have they known Jiequan for?

Jiemeng and Jiequan probably studied transmutation under the same mentor, they now each other from their teen years. Their friendship has gone throught thick and thin.

They are very much alike, except the fact that Jiemeng is tamer in terms of violence and fixated on transmutation more (he even have a equivalent of PhD). Well, maybe he is not tamer, just likes to inflict pain to things like geno guards more. Just because he has a full control in this case and victim can do nothing about it

Jiequan, Jiemeng and Jiebao met in their army days. Jiequan saw potential in big guy, despite him being HIGHLY unsociable and very resentful. Still! Jiebao has something important in him - ability to stand for his ideals until the death.

He and Jiequan are also probably bonded deeper when Jiequan learn the guy is fixated on bringing back glory to his clan name, like Jiequan wants to bring back glory.

Jieai, well... i actually didn't thought how they met. Probably, she did everything in her power to make Jiequan notice her. Did all sort of very nasty stuff, making an staircase of corpses to advance to the position of general. Everything wrong with this woman and maybe this is what get them to become friends. She is also very loyal to Jiequan specificly, would die for him without any hesitations -Your Jie general ocs, whats their reaction to jieyi?

They are nothing but supportive of Jiequans romantic advances. Especially Jieai who is often too invested in other people relationships. She is avid supporter of jieyi as a concept because it is "forbidden love" between heir of Jie and (self-proclaimed) fangshi.

Jieai does gives advice to Jiequan how he should approach his crush, because she is the only of the generals who gets bitches on regular basis. Tho, keep in mind, her serious relationship for now didn't even last a half of the year, two months at best.

She might be lady killer, but is easily bored with people if they are not as vile as her.

Jiemeng is just happy for his friend, Jiebao think that maybe with relationship Jiequan will become a better, more responsible person. Jiebao also kinda can see the appeal. Jiemeng from the start knew Jiequan would have a crush for Yi, because they are alike... -Do you think Jiequan would explode if yi chose to like sit near him and without a fight take a nap leaning against him?

I love a concept of them sharing a bed in out of spite out by NOT in any intimate way. It basically because Yi is often back in the pavilion at strange hours and every place to sleep is already taken. So, he just use Jiequan as his bed. He is also...very hot. I mean, i have hc that his termoregulation is off. So Yi just sleeps on big red heater that doesn't want to sleep on the floor and thus he has to reluctantly sleep on his enemy body to rest. In semi-canon setting yes, i think Jiequan would explode if Yi would fall asleep near him, but possibility of it is very low in a first place. Probably only if he wasn't sleeping for 2 days straight, so he can put his guard down

And about knowing more of jienerals. I will tell you more, but in the future. Want it to be a breif and informative, and also still in for of OC spreadsheet.

For now, have this beautiful woman saying hi to you as my apology for not telling you more. Thank you for asking about my little cruelty squad. It mean a lot to me

[lara-prism-light]

Part 5 of Lara shows off her old Transformers drawings!

Optimus (Orion) and Elita (Ariel). Ariel was a singer before she became Elita One in my version of the character. She and Optimus share the dream of changing Cybertron into a better world with their own voices and actions, peacefully.

Someone found some Dark Energon...👀

Starscream and Jetfire again.

The Protectobots!

Breakdown being a good boyfriend to Knock Out.💙❤️

I have a preference for First Aid ok?? LET HIM BE LOVED!!!

Arcee and Cliffjumper because they need more love.

Transmutate being cute and trying to fit in with the other Predacons. Well, at least Rampage is willing to be their friend. Also yeah, I based this design on a recolor of Prime Arcee.

Bumblebee and a Mini con I made! I don't think I gave her a name.

[quantumkaworu]

happy pride love hearing about my coworkers doubting anothers bisexuality because 'she's on birth control and only sleeps with guys' ok? in this homophobic economy can you blame a bi girl for """""""""""straight-passing""""""""""" like I"m only nodding because I'm thinking of the 900 counter arguments in my head but this is a 2 min conversation while I grab something from the back

[prokopetz]

I keep trying to come up with a metroidvania upgrade gimmick that's even dumber than stuff like Hollow Knight requiring you to spend a charm slot to see your location on the map, or Rebel: Trasmute making it possible to unequip your own HUD (i.e., thereby removing your health bar from the screen), but always come back to the fact that in the original PC version of Bunny Must Die! Chelsea and the 7 Devils, the opening room has to be completed while exclusively walking to the left because you need a specific upgrade to be able to walk to the right. This is a game from 2006, and the bit had already reached its ultimate form – I genuinely can't think of anywhere to go from there.

[ola-family3]

💥🔥Urgent help 💥🔥

I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza and he was stuck in Egypt until this moment.

I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other.

This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.

I have delivered a girl baby,Mira , through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.

Yamen was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.

Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.

Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.

We lack of the basic human needs, no food no electricity no water. We were poisoned and infected because of the unhealthy water that we drink.

My three children and I had to be hospitalized. We suffered from liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition, widespread diseases, and recurring infection.

During this period, I felt remorseful about how difficult it is for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick.

The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.

I hope to provide us by giving support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage of Egypt through the borders. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with absence of children needs like milk, diapers, with no food.

Please help us by donation to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as you can as possible .

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

If it is opened, I can't go to Egypt as I don't have the money because my husband is the sole breadwinner for my family.

Thank you for your kindness, empathy and generosity during this challenging time.With sincere thanks and warm regards,

Note: my campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram, vetted by butterflyeffectgroup on instagram, my number is #964. Also, it was vetted on tumbler by @gazavetters and my number is #60

Please donate or share it as much as you can.

Every donation make a different for me.

This is the link

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you

Ola

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[macabresymphonies]

The Magnus Protocol Alchemical Theory Ramble

I've been really into alchemy recentyl due to it's connections to The Magnus Protocol (probably to woe of my thesis supervisor), but the more I read the more some stuff that already have happened is starting to make sense to me. This post will be probably due to an update once I get further in my research, but I wanted to get some stuff out of my system as it's still fresh in my mind (people also wanted an update on my previous post where I spoke how there is a lot of connections between history of alchemy and TMAGP so here it is).

Keep in mind this is very brief explanation cause history of alchemy is MASSIVE, so I will be mostly focusing on a brief period in 12-14th century where alchemy was kind of the talk of the ruling class (mostly church). I will also not be explaning much the alchemical goals, but the purpouse of this post I will say chrysopoeia (transmutation of metals into gold) and connected concept of a Philosopher's Stone were two of the main ones.

Natural vs Artificial

The main concern with alchemy in the eyes of the church at the time was the issue of "natural" vs "artificial" gold. You see there were few loosely documented cases where alchemists seemingly reached one of their main goals and trasmutated some metals into gold. The problem was this "alchemical gold" was either devauling natural gold (if real), which was also an issue of "playing God" it was by divine design a fixed amount of gold in the world existed, or an elaborate way to counterfiet coins (if not real). This combined with the concerns of using artificial gold in medicine pushed alchemy into an underground by a decree of pope John XXII by forbidding alchemists from selling this alchemical gold (and silver). Roger Bacon and Albertus Magnus (known alchemists) were however both subscribed to idea that not only is alchemical gold equal to the natural one, it's actually better than natural one.

I see a connection here between "natural" fears (Smirk's 14) and "artificial" fears (clearly a faction of people who experiment on people, forcibly turning them into some type of creatures that resemble TMA's avatars). If we see Entities as apexes of their domains, these "offshoots" we've seen so far could be read as attempts of creating new entities by amature "alchemists" of this universe. This leads us very nicely into the second section.

Deckname, hiding in plain sight

You see, because alchemy was becoming quite controversial alchemists needed to hide their recipies. Deckname describes a way alchemists hid some of their exact recipies by using allegories, same names for multiple ingredients or (quite the opposite) one name for multiple ingredients. This concept wasn't new as in even in arabic writings on alchemy we can observer use of Deckname, but in ~13th century it was quite prelevant and even sometimes mixed with religious imagery (which will be important later). The general idea was to hide infromation with this type of "code", but not in such a way as it would be virtually impossible to decipher (as this would deem it useless). It also connects with the idea of "scattering" information (ingredients) as to send some scholars on this wild goose chase for Philosopher's Stone.

I don't think I need to talk much on how German way of hiding information might connect to the fact Freddie is a mysterious program written in German code that seemingly does not make much sense (with Deckname being intensively decribed by an arabist named KRAUS of all things). What I would like to point out that even very early on I believed that Freddie is used to crossreference attempts at creation of Philosopher's Stone and it's becoming much more likely this is a case, especially if you consider the next point.

The battle against the Antichrist

You see, alchemy wasn't like a one school of thought with a proper way to perform it, it was a science much like chemistry is today (alchemy is like a granddaddy of chemistry anyway). One of the concept that caught on, especially with the faction of Franciscan Spirituals (which is like hardcore Franciscans who liked to predict end of the world a lot) was the idea that Antichrist is coming and that all knowledge will be needed to stop him. Franciscan friar Roger Bacon even wrote a letter to the pope about it. This connected to with alchemy created a notion of a Philosopher's Stone as a tool in stopping the Antichrist which will be important later.

The Magnus Institute did tests on children that were mostly measuring three things: their developemnt, their empathy and how compliant they are. Given the history of the Institute in TMA it's hard to believe they were doing it for selfless and pure reasons, so I believe they were monitoring children to catch the possible "antichrist" and use their potnential for their own gain (note that I do not believe this "antichrist" is like a christian concept in TMAGP universe, I think it's something more aligned with entities or a purely symbolic title for some type of individual).

The torment of Messiah

For every Antichrist there's gotta be a-christ and alchemy actually did have a concept of one. You see, combining Deckname and the battle with Antichrist the Philosopher's Stone was very often hidden under the allegory of the Passion of Christ. Alchemists believed they are in a way tormenting metals by subduing them to all these processes (this is where the word crucible comes from by the way, it's "the little place of torment"), combine that with Antichrist theory and Jesus became a great allegory for creation of The Stone. Alchemists believe that metal (most often mercury) would have to go through four stages of torment before "ascending" similar how Jesus did (the incarnation, the crucifixion, the resurrection, and the ascension). This were in fact only believed to be instructions hidden in religious imagery.

I believe TMAGP does reverse of that concept. We've seen the Intitute use chemical terms like agent and catalyst do describe either the paranormal items or their wielders. I believe that the faction currently pulling the strings is using alchemical writings to experiment on people through tormenting them and exposing them to what is left of TMA Entities after traversing the universes. Some of those parts were used to make Freddie, that's why we got The Voices, but some are used to make eldritch abominations like we've seen so far. I'm not sure if Messiah in this sense is to be considered a benevolent concept, perhaps it's simply a being that will stop the apocalypse, but I believe that Antichrist is probably rebirth of The Prime Fear all Entities came from in TMA.

Closing thoughts

You can take that with a grain of salt, as I'm not a proficient alchemy scholar, but I won't deny the fact all of this so far fits pretty well and I can already see how this could play into many arcs (like how Celia has a baby that could be the "natural" antichrist and Sam with "chosen boy" issues could become the chosen "artificial" Messiah). If there are other points anyone with more knowledge on alchemy would like to mention in this post feel free to do so!

[incorrect-mtg]

The Therapeutic Properties of Smashing Stuff

When Kaya arrives in Kaldheim, she expects to be swept away in Tyvar's endless enthusiasm. To be able to forget about the entire mess Oba made of Ravnica and the Phyrexian Invasion that instigated it all. But when she finally meets the elf, he's uncharacteristically somber.

It's easy to forget sometimes, with his youth and general bravado, that Tyvar Kell can be incredibly perceptive. So when he looks at Kaya and immediately announces they need to do something else before their long-awaited fishing trip, she just sighs and keeps pace with him.

They stop quite a distance away from the sea, at an unassuming rocky outcrop. Before she can ask what they are even doing there, Tyvar has already trasmuted a crude Warhammer out of the stone and shoved it into her hands.

She just stands there for a moment, holding the weapon, before asking "So… What am I doing with this?"

Tyvar gives her a grin that could rival the sun in brightness, before pointing at her "You," he shifts, pointing to the hammer "needs to smash," and to the rock in front of her "some stuff. It will help."

A moment of silence.

"… I'm not sure I follow?"

Tyvar hums, then approaches the closest boulder and says "let's see if this helps" before he touches it, his magic quickly shaping the rock into a crude but immediately recognizable bust.

She feels her fists tighten around the hammer instinctively.

It is clearly not to scale, of course, but that matters little for something as unique as Elesh Norn's headpiece. Kaya finally understands what Tyvar is going for here and gladly takes the opportunity.

The stone Norn is beautiful as it breaks down into pebbles from her swings.

Tyvar helps her along, conjuring more images of Phyrexians from the boulder: she tears apart obliterators, praetors, even the horrors that Phyrexia dared call "angels."

She doesn't know when, exactly, the figures she's destroying stop being supplied by her friend's magic.

With multiple swings, she smashes the rest of the Gatewatch. Teferi, who got HIS own happy ending; Ajani and Nissa, who let themselves be compleated in the first place — even though she knows, truly KNOWS, it was not their fault; Jace, self-sacrificial to a fault; Chandra, who left her alone to pick up the pieces of a group she wasn't even a founder of!

She strikes down the guildmasters of Ravnica, too caught up in their own self-importantance to realize everyone, everywhere is just as hurt if not more.

She tears down Oba, for daring to kill Teysa.

She swings a final time at an image of herself, for being so weak as to let it happen in the first place.

In the end, what had once been a boulder is unrecognizable, broke down into smaller parts. She's panting, barely able to raise the hammer again with how tired her arms are.

"So," Tyvar says, taking the chipped and cracked hammer from her "feeling better?"

Her response catches in her throat and she doesn't know if the sound that comes out of her mouth is closer to a laugh or a sob. She meets his gaze.

"I think… I need to smash another boulder."

[m1d-45]

-Pari Anon

After the, um, accidental kidnapping, Albedo learns that Pari!Reader hates being taken to the city. But they enjoy being at the Inn or in nature.

He finds them again on the balcony. They’re splashing happily in a tub of shallow water. He remembers the Adeptus that got angry at him, but as long as he doesn’t take Pari, he isn’t breaking any rules.

So he plays with Pari a while. And he isn’t bothered.

Until Xiao is walking up the stairs and finds Albedo with Pari again. It takes all his self control to not attack Albedo.

He begrudgingly learns that Albedo isn’t much of a threat to Pari. And maybe he can help should Pari get kidnapped by a certain Geo Archon.

[ prev post ] : spoilers for albedo lore/story quest

all things considered, albedos trip to liyue was going rather well. aside from the part where he angered an adeptus and nearly got his head cut off, of course, he could have gone without that. but he’d found the source of the ley line disturbance, and a few books in the city on teyvat’s mythos confirmed what he already suspected. the pari were an ancient sumerun race capable of changing the very terrain with their elemental powers… so why were you here?

unfortunately, there was no book on the local adepti at wanwen bookhouse. he considered asking around, but that might just draw unnecessary suspicion. if you lingered around the inn, it was likely your adeptus wasn’t far behind. he conferred with a few local specialists, comparing notes on the ley line disturbances. taking care of his business in the harbor took less time than traveling here, but he wasn’t as upset as he’d normally be. you alone would have warranted a full trip to the inn.

revised notes and a few new pages of others’ observations later, he was on his way. it was late into the afternoon, too late to return to mondstat but more than early enough to make it to the inn. the path was well-worn and easy to follow, and even if it wasn’t it was hard to get lost in the plains. wangshu inn stood high above the horizon line, a permanent marker of his path. he passed the occasional merchant or guild member, but neither they nor he stopped. his journey was largely uneventful, in truth, arriving at the inn an hour or so before the sun would sink below the sea. perhaps if he was able to get settled in by then, he’d be able to watch.

he checks in, going to the balcony to try and catch a glimpse of the sky, and finds you again. someone’s set out a shallow tub for you, filled halfway up with water and sitting on a table so you can see over the railing. the fading sun catches the splashes of water and turns them a bright gold, though you quickly freeze up. how strange, that someone as far removed from human form as you express such complicated emotions as conflict and warning so easily.

how strange, that a pari had not only found itself in liyue, but chosen to stay under watch of an adepti.

“i apologize for earlier,” he says, taking post by the railing and setting up an easel from his inventory. “i didn’t know you had found a guardian. you’re not native to liyue, and i worried.”

a half truth. his motives were far more self-serving than selfishness, but he truly wouldn’t have bothered you if he knew you had “the bane of all evil” as your host. his mistake, though the circumstances of your relationship were quite strange. not a pet, you were too intelligent and the adepti had insisted otherwise.

idly, he trasmutes one of his shorter pencils into a small wooden boat, khemia buzzing in his fingertips. it’s child’s play, one of the first forms he’d mastered, but he hears you chirp sharply from behind him. it’s not fearful, and you don’t say anything when he sets it on the table next to your basin in a quiet offering. he angles himself such that he can see both you and dragonspine behind you, taking up another pencil and beginning to draw.

was it wise to start another sketch when his first was still unfinished? probably not. but that one didn’t have you in it, did it?

the wind runs cold as the sun begins to set, though he doesn’t notice. what does make him pause is the burn of ozone in the air, his mind automatically wondering if tubing had come loose before remembering that he wasn’t in his lab anymore, and that-

“what are you doing here?”

right. ozone, the same odd smell that he didn’t have enough time to register earlier, stinging his nose and warning the air. albedo set down his eraser, giving his hands a cursory dusting before turning around. the same adeptus as before, flickers of gold gathered in one hand like he’s prepared to draw his spear at any moment. you sit in your tub, glancing between them, and he notices you’ve brought the boat in with you.

“drawing. it’s too late to make the journey to mondstadt, and i’ve already checked in with ms goldet. don’t worry, no harm has come to your… friend?”

the adeptus doesn’t respond, not that he expected him to. this was a shared public space, one that he happened to be in at the same time as you. nothing suspicious. you were not alarmed, and had not called for assistance.

you chirped softly, succeeding in getting both of their attentions. you were holding up the boat, carefully balancing it on your wings. were you… showing it to him? why?

the adeptus—would it be rude to ask for his name?—picked up the boat by the mast, turning it over. his gold eyes flashed white with elemental sight, then he returned it just as delicately as he’d picked it up. “where’d you get that?” he asked, voice considerably softer than before.

you pointed one wing at albedo with another chip, letting the boat fall back into the water and batting it around. he’s not sure how much entertainment someone capable of understanding complicated inter-personal relations could garner from a boat, but you were pushing yours to the upper limit, it seems.

“you.” he lifted his eyes, surprised to see the harshness in the adeptus’ had dulled. “what’s your name?”

“i am albedo, chief alchemist of the knights of favonius. you are?”

“…I don’t suppose you just *happened* to have that boat on-hand?”

“no, i made it for them. consider it a gift for scaring the both of you last time.”

“i did not get *scared-…*” he crossed his arms, shaking his head. “irrelevant. come with me, you’re going to catch a cold.”

the latter sentence was of course addressed towards you, his hand lowering to pick up his sleeve. he held it out for you to flap up and into, clutching the boat tight to your chest. the adeptus turned away, swallowed by blue smoke, and albedo sighed.

he’d much have preferred to have his name, but it wasn’t strictly necessary. as for his drawing, it was getting dark, so he added in a quick detail on the front before flipping it over, writing along the top of its frame.

‘an adeptus and his friend.’ — oil, canvas — a painting of a small pari in a basin, lifting a toy boat into the air. at first glance, it may seem like they are the adeptus in question, but finer eyes will see a figure hidden in the shadows atop the roof, looking down with a thin smile. completed by the chief alchemist during his trip to liyue, kindly donated to the knights’ headquarters for your viewing pleasure.

[refigiowen]

Untitled Project (Scrapped): Scene 12

Context: The Vessel had made it's way into the capital, Mossley, and was on it's way to the Academy of Mossley. On it's way it encounters a mad scholar by the name of Ajax who, like many of the scholars of the academy, is infected with Pantomania.

"A-Ah, greetings, traveller carrying the Struggle and Despair... No, greetings, Struggle and Despair."

The man is tightly holding onto his head, as if it is about to errupt. Fluids seem to be leaking from his eyes, ears, and cracks on his head.

"I-I am Ajax, a scholar of the Academy of Mossley and a follower of The Second.

A-Ah, The Second.. Lord Of Knowledge And Wisdom, yes. Curse you, i say...

Why must you hold such a grudge towards us humans, oh lords? What can we do about our core being, we apologize for who we are!"

The man sobs, holding his head together tighter.

"The Lords stood for eternity and the stagnation of all beings as they currently are - believing that preserving what is now will stop any change from ruining the perfect now. And so they came into this world, tamed the storm and took us under their graceful wings. And in return we worshipped them, though, they cared little about our worship of them. They cared only about our preservation and the preservation of their perfect, never changing world.

At some point, The Second began to seek the knowledge of this world. I still remember gazing upon him for the first time. His head knew no boundaries, so did his mind. He had a large, sun like, formless light for a head and was dressed in a yellow cape that hid his skeletal body.

He never interacted with us scholars directly, but would seek and absorb the knowledge we gathered to feed his never ending hunger for knowledge.

We saw him as our guidance, our mentor, but he spoke not one word to us. We were merely food for him."

The man lets out an agonizing scream, sounds of cracking coming from his head.

"GRAH! When Odium came the Lords understood fully what humans were. They were beings of change, not stagnation, they were meant to change lest they would die and rot. So they began to HATE us.. us who gave them nothing but our love and admiration, US who served our lives worshipping them just to be CURSED. The Second cursed those who seek knowledge with a disease. One that would pull them deeper, deeper and deeper into the need for knowledge... until their mind BREAKS.

And the youngest... cursed us with eternal hope.. and an allergy towards change, he planted a parasite within our minds.. one that Odium now has to forcefully remove.."

The man begins to scream in agony.

"KILL THE PONTIFF, BURN THE CHURCHES, LET OLD WOUNDS BLEED ONCE MORE!"

The man desperately tries to keep his head from errupting, yelling his final words into the sky.

"LET THE WATERS KISS AND TRASMUTATE THESE LEADEN GRUDGES INTO GOLD!!

FORGIVE US, FOR WE ARE THE FLOWING RIVER NOT THE STAGNANT WATERS. I AWAIT YOU AT THE GATES OF HELL."

His head errupts, for a moment the same sun like light that The Second was known for would be where Ajax's head once was. He raises his arms to the sky, the light emitting a sound that one could interpret as a cackle, before vanishing and the headless corpse of Ajax collapsing to the ground.

[papesatan]

Dieci anni. Son trascorsi ormai dieci anni da questa foto, le nostre vite sono saettate via nel buio, trasmutate. Difficile rincontrare ora quei sorrisi di giocosa spensieratezza, perduti in sogni e progetti impossibili da realizzare. Io e te, amico mio, sorridevamo sbarbati al futuro, trattenendoci luce negli occhi, il povero Gianfranco era ancora vivo, inviolato dal male, inconsapevolmente teso a una vita che per lui non c'era, Pierluigi non sapeva ancora che di lì a poco sarebbe divenuto il celebre filibustiere Barbascura X, pirata della scienza. O forse lo sapeva, noi sicuramente no. Cosa ne è stato di quei sorrisi? Quanti perduti? Quanti realizzati? Guardo il mio e penso che neanche allora, pieno di sogni, ero felice. Ma allora cos'ho fatto del mio tempo? A volte credo d'essere ancora lì, fermo, in posa col bicchiere in mano, ad aspettare che tocchi a noi. Mi auguro non sia troppo tardi.

[ninebaalart]

BLOAT: Transformer Totems

It's finally been approved! Thank the lord. These are totems that you can use to transform all that excess stone into one single type of stone of choice. Whether you need Diorite for your Create constructions or Granite for building blocks, just holding a totem of that stone type should allow you to transform it into a singular stone type.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili, 1499, page 34: At the beginning of his dream, Poliphilo has a vision of the entire moving Alchemy machine: fourteen discordant dancers taking origin from their opposite. Every man is connected with a woman but untied to her. Every smiling face turns into a crying face. But every simile restarts from a dissimilar. Like night and day. Summer and Winter. Sun and Moon. Philosophical time needs rhythm and pace, while alchemical time demands strict proportions.

One of the best-known engravings from Hypnerotomachia Poliphili is undoubtedly that of the enigmatic bi-faced group of dancers. We are still in the incipit of the first book. When walking out of the dark forest, having been drinking at the river, Poliphilo enters the huge pyramid to see some wonders. After a winged horse with putti and two squared stone pillars, he can glaze at a group of men and women with two faces. One smiling, the other crying. He was dancing in two oscillating semi-circles, not in a round.

From the quaint (even for a Venetian) language, which is not quite Latin and neither Italian in which Hypnerotomachia Poliphili has been written: "sul lato destro da poscia coelate erano alcune figure di homini & di damigelle chorigianti, cum due facie per uno. Quella dinanti ridibonda, la posteriora lachrymosa" On the right side were some presences of dancing young men and young ladies, each with two faces. The front one is smiling; the back one is crying. And in the round, they were dancing, holding my arms, a man with man and woman with a woman—a man’s arm under a woman’s, and the other arm over the woman’s one. And so holding, they move in that way, one by one. That is always one happy face as opposed to the sad face of the previous. There were seven and seven of them, so perfectly carved of ancient sculpture, with living movements and flying garments. They didn’t burden the artist with any other inaccuracy than not giving them voice and tears. The dance, as mentioned earlier, was shaped in two semi-circles and an interposed partition, egregiously scratched.

This forms the predicate for Peter Paul Rubens' Dance of Mythological Figures and Villagers (Antwerp, 1630–35), Museo de Prado, Madrid.

[Robert Scott Horton]

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“The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.” ― William H. Gass, A Temple of Texts

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“Water: 35 liters, Carbon: 20 kg, Ammonia: 4 liters, Lime:1.5 kg, Phosphrus: 800 g, salt: 250g, saltpeter:100g, Sulfer: 80g, Fluorine: 7.5 g, iron: 5.6 g, Silicon: 3g, and 15 other elements in small quantities.... thats the total chemical makeup of the average adult body. Modern science knows all of this, but there has never been a single example of succesful human trasmutation. It's like there's some missing ingredient..... Scientists have been trying to find it for hundreds of years, pouring tons of money into research, and to this day they don't have a theory. For that matter, the elements found in a human being is all junk that you can buy in any market with a child's allowence. Humans are pretty cheaply made.” ― Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 1

[flightpolling]

Flight Rising Mimic Melee! Semi-Final!!

The Winner will advance to the Finals!!!

[mariadelrefugioquintana]

HOY EN EL DIA DE TODOS LOS ARCANGELES ...

DECRETOS DE LOS ÁRCANGELES...

En el nombre de Dios yo soy.

En el nombre de Jesucristo Nuestro Señor.

En el nombre del Espíritu Santo.

En el nombre de los 7 Arcángeles.

En el nombre de nuestro Ángel Guardián.

💙Yo soy pidiendo....la llama azul de San Miguel Arcángel, para que proteja y acreciente la fe en Dios de todos nuestros hermanos.

☀️Yo soy pidiendo....la llama dorada del Arcángel Jophiel, para que ilumine las mentes de todos nuestros hermanos.

🩷Yo soy pidiendo....la llama rosa del Arcángel Samuel, para que llene de amor divino los corazones de todos nuestros hermanos.

🕊️Yo soy pidiendo....la llama blanca del Arcángel Gabriel, para que cubra de pureza y esperanza a todos nuestros hermanos.

🍀Yo soy pidiendo....la llama verde del Arcángel Rafael, para que haga reinar la verdad y la salud en todos nuestros hermanos.

🔥Yo soy pidiendo....la llama rubí del Arcángel Uriel, para que traiga paz y gracia a todos nuestros hermanos.

💜Yo soy pidiendo....la llama violeta del Arcángel Zadquiel, para que trasmute todo error, presente o pasado, en esta vida o las anteriores, su núcleo y su causa, en bendiciones para todos nuestros hermanos.

Yo soy pidiendo....todos los rayos y llamas divinas que cubran por completo todo nuestro bendito planeta.

Gracias Padre porque sabemos que nos has escuchado.

Que así sea, así se haga, y así se hará.

AMÉN!!!

Gracias, Gracias, Gracias!!!

💖🔥💜

JesúsBrito