#Baalitical

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Can't remember if i had sent this one already but ah I'll try to get back into the rhythm of writing now that CNY is over.

Gabriel's not sure what to think when his brothers tell him that his human is seeing things in her feverish state. Well, he can believe seeing stuff part, just not how she's apparently seeing their gene-father. He knows it's unlikely to be simply swept aside, because she has seen or heard anything about him. He's never mentioned much of his world or the history of Blood Angels, let alone their Primarch.

He hands her a tissue box after she has another violent sneezing fit. Perhaps it's a good thing she's sick, otherwise she would see the worry in his eyes. Can anyone blame him though? If word got out that some human from ancient Terra, bonded with a Space Marine and is now seeing visions of a dead Primarch got out... He lets out a soft worried warble, pulling his human into his arms.

He buries his face against her soft hair, feeling how she relaxes being warmed by his body. Hmm, he'll have to get thicker clothes or maybe more jackets for her. For now he simply sings to his human. He doesn't have much memory of his life before ascending, but he remembers a Baalite lullaby his mother used to sing to him.

He's never told her anything about Lord Sanguinius... he had not given her any books on him either... he's not even sure that they passed the large window with his depiction. Just when her fevers get bad is when she says she sees him with such pretty angel wings.

He supposes that his father was an angel now given how they were made, from his basic understanding of extinct ancient Terran religions... Abraham would probably know more... as he remembers the Word Bearer he was on... okay terms with. Gabriel frowns at how he would rely on the excitable Word Bearer to know strange esoteric knowledge on religion given how much it was a part of their daily lives... idioms... sayings... even replying to a sneeze!

She mutters parts of the conversation... butchering a mix of Baalite words and High Gothic... the Chaplain wants to hear more... and Gabriel is not one to disobey the Chaplain... just if he refuses he has a feeling the Chapter Master will want to hear... and he rather not expose her to Dante.

But she says he keeps her calm... how his feathers smell clean and feel so nice... she says that he knows she shouldn't be here... and that he coos just like Gabriel does. He rubs the cold cloth over her forehead... perhaps if its they both go or stay... perhaps Gabriel would happily be stuck in the past if it meant she survived.

tag list: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

[pinkapink3]

I started my first playthrough as Durge, it's interesting must admit, it inspired me to create au(?), where Dionysus (aka Durge) and Kanon (aka Tav) combined, well sort of

I only have the concept, here

In Act 1, Dionysus doesn't know anything about Kanon or who they was, and this is a big problem for both of them, Kanon wants to help Dio find his memories, because unfortunately, there is nothing else to do. Dio doesn't talk about Kanon yet, thinking he's delusional, but as we know, that's not true. The stunted man can also see the Kanons and communicate with them, this old fogey has definitely not forgotten about them.

In Act 2, Dio and Kanon begin to communicate more, he learns who Kanon used to be, about their adventures and how painful it is for them to remember it looking at the current scenario, more towards the middle of Act 2, Dio talks about Kanon, but it seems like no one remembers them except for the Withers, from then on Kanon will try to communicate with everyone in the group, looking lovingly at Astarion and Halsin. Toward the end of Act 2, Kanon recalls the Baalites and hopes to rise from the "dead". The Stunted will help them in this.

In Act 3, somewhere in the middle, they manage to resurrect Kanon in the Baalite temple, and when they wake up sitting all covered in blood, they look at their companions and then very abruptly embrace Dionysus, thanking him endlessly. Then they are wrapped in some kind of blouse and led out to the exit to recover a bit.

Still thinking about it mmmmm.......

[luwupercal]

this post got five likes so i'm posting this vignette. it's part of an au i discussed w @horuslupercal a while ago i might've posted about it? anyway here's a little under 1000 words written at 5 AM. very funny i guarantee!! if you can guess when it's set and/or what's going on you win an internet cookie <3. but with no more addendums here is:

PUNCH.

They would be known as "cameras", to you, the flock of glass-eyed artefacts that descend upon the occasion. Recording footage for a—now perhaps not-so-glorious—posterity, these clockwork vultures are the emotionless wandering eye of an empire that’s not so much in mourning as it is in doubt: how can the mighty fall? How many lies have they promised? How mad should they be? The remembrancers manning the swarm will provide, hopefully, part of the answer to these questions; the rest of it, tonight at 8, on every planet unlucky enough to have figured out 24-hour media circuses.

One of these cameras seems unremarkable. Its model isn't even gold-plated and engraved like the fashion demands nowadays, shy in its bare steel shell—but it is, actually, a very lucky camera. In fact, it might be the luckiest. (Its contents will soon propel its wielder into non-literal Sainthood for the next century, and if possible, literal Sainthood for two after that—no small task, dare I say).

This camera is not trained on the procession: its larger and better sister has that job, and the lucky little camera's operator instead is swerving around the crowd, trying to capture this energy. She wants to do her own documentary filmmaking, you see, but she's stuck apprenticing; but this is such a powerful moment in the history of Humanity, she gathers, that, even if nothing happens, any footage she captures—on this humble silver creature—of the unnameable emotion currently permeating the air is something that can, and will, be used for millennia to come.

But remember: this camera is lucky, and so her operator—her name would translate to Daisy, with some liberties—notices a break in a vital part of those gathered, in a half-shadowed corner.

Two relatives, both tall and long haired; one steps aside, the other follows on cue, invited. They separate somewhat from the crowd, and Daisy's lucky, lucky camera zooms closer. As the view inches forward, the shorter figure's body language changes; he steps back, away from the other. Then his—limbs, so to speak, his whole body, the soft enormity of it, raises its hackles. He steps closer to the taller one, who looks unphased, surprised maybe, annoyed at the surprise. And then, right after the camera jerks forward one last time, the action comes.

The lucky, lucky camera is the only one who records any footage of Sanguinius punching the everloving shit out of Lion El'Jonson's jaw at the late Warmaster's funeral. 

It remains its homeworld's most prized possession, even today.

The Lion, of course, has an approximate shit-tonne of metric force directed to his face by a man who flies with those back muscles. So, yes, he stumbles. It is in fact a testament to his strength that he doesn't fucking crashland on his derrière. He doesn't get the last word in the argument; Sanguinius rejoins the funeral procession, now fuming at the audacity. New warmaster. New warmaster! A proposal to fill the post! At their brother's funeral—Sanguinius never believed the Lion to be so thoughtless, but this is something else. At their brother's—when they should be—his eyes well up once more. Sanguinius thought grief was an old friend, for those who raised him, for his sons, for—for unnameable people. He didn't expect the suddenness—he likes the Baalite word, súbito—of this loss. It feels like an old and loveable neighbour is pummeling him across the chest with a hammer; these are not, necessarily, tears he wants to turn into a fashion statement.

The Lion rejoins his family after a minute, pride wounded in more ways than one. Fulgrim shoots him an unabashed look, then makes a maddened grin of disbelief that the Lion actually growls at. Fulgrim ignores that, shooting a wide-eyed glance and a head-tilt at Ferrus—who's been occasionally side-eyeing Fulgrim's thicker-than-usual makeup for the funeral with confusion, and Lion has noticed that, thank you very much—to indicate to him Lion's new angel-given bruise. Ferrus doesn't have the willpower to hold back a snort, and the Lion swears vengeance on both of them—failing to notice, of course, how his appearance has been the first thing to produce such a reaction out of an unusually quiet Fulgrim in the whole day.

Next to Ferrus is Guilliman—Angron is absent, as is Curze, for perhaps the obvious reasons that they're technically-at-large-Terra has it covered do not even worry; Roboute notices Ferrus's double-take and steels his expression, still trying to will away with determination alone the ugly redness that creeps over his patrician features when he's recently cried in fear. Mortarion, next over, doesn't see any of it, his face under the hood a terrifyingly blank mask; Magnus, fresh from colloquial house arrest and with his hair tamed perhaps for the first time since the Lion met him, has already turned to Sanguinius, sensing a new emotion in the maelstrom of his grief. (It isn't so much anger or offence as it is wrath). Besides Fulgrim, Perturabo peers at him so discreetly the Lion almost doesn't notice and then looks back at Horus's grave, dissociated; Jaghatai Khan not so much sees as perceives a disturbance and crosses something off a mental bingo with genuine bitterness. Slowly, the information trickles, Rogal Dorn blatantly ignoring them, Vulkan frowning in obvious concern, Leman's disappointment a surprise to the both of them, Corax an enigma as he always is.

But it's Lorgar's reaction that sticks with Lion—he struggles to read faces at the best of times (misses Luther's assistance when he sees it, regrets leaving him back with his Legion). But he remembers it—and he will ignore it at first, but later, when things come to light, he won't be able to help but think that what his paranoid mind saw now makes for a sickening picture.

The pure, unadulterated guilt that knits together Lorgar's face is unmistakable, even to him.

[interplanaranathema]

You asked me about my OC x Canon ship so now I’ma ask you about yours!! >:))

I know you have an OC who you ship with Sanguinius, I believe (if I recall properly) their ship name is SanguineHunter? How did they meet?

HOW DARE YOU INDULGE ME /highly joking but fr though i am highly honored....

And yes Sanguine Hunter is the ship name! (I'll also do little asterisks for more info on my hcs and au)

The two met on Baal Secundus, a decade or two before the Emperor came to claim Sanguinius. It was on one of Sanguinius' flights where He encountered a lone "mutant human" close to his clan's home ground. After a brief internal debate, he approached the now intimidated entity.

At this point in the timeline, Anathema hadn't learn any human or even xenos languages yet on their travels. They were stopping on irradiated planets to rest up.* However, they did take the forms of the native inhabitants there to prevent truly standing out. Thus, seeing a winged giant inhabitant quickly approaching them genuinely spooked them.

After a seemingly brief moment, Sanguinius asked what said mutant was doing there, but only gotten a slight head tilt in knowable confusion. With a swift territorial gesture, he forced the mutant further away from the territorial. Days (and the Months) afterward, he kept seeing the human there, right where he had left them. It was a slow process but they wordlessly acquainted themselves with one another, with Sanguinius even teaching Anathema Baalite. *- I personally hc that C'tans are more attracted to radiation as well since it is an energy type. It isn't as filling coming from planets and satellites unlike directly latching on suns. In this case Baal Secundus was a desert with high amounts of solar energy, decent enough food.

That's about it??? I need to refresh my self on pre-imperium Sanguinius' lore.

[valhallasoutlaw]

I liked how the little cards looked, so here's the palette card and insignia of my homebrew chapter! (btw I couldn't find a higher resolution image so it looks a bit like shit but hey >.<) Enjoy and I'd love to hear any thoughts!

Name: The Angels Alba

Successor: Blood Angels

Chaptermaster: Ajax Alighieri

Founder: Janas Albanos

Strength: ~800

Temperament: The Angels Alba typically recruit aspirants that strongly reflect the passionate, reckless fervor of the Great Angel in combat. They're as quick to any other emotion as they are to anger, but even the rage subsides nearly as fast as it comes.

Notes: Their power armor is a unique sub-pattern of Mark VIII Errant plate that has been streamlined to appear aerodynamic--it is also called Tyto Plate, after the predatory avian native to Baal Primus. The scraps of the plate's Standard Template Construct was discovered by Janas Albanos on Baal Primus. They possess a heavier set of plate equipped with fusion jump packs that allow the Angels Alba to perform aggressive air-and-void strikes without sacrificing mobility or speed.

History: The Angels Alba are unique, as they share a mutual founding with the Order of the Stained Glass Rose, an Order Minoris under the Sisters Hospitaller. Albanos was serving with Saint Karsta Ignotia when the STC was discovered in an isolated sector of Baal Primus. The pair fought side by side against agents of chaos and returned not only victorious, but bearing the record of ancient Baalite technology. As a reward, Ignotia and Albanos were venerated and named founders of their respective battalions. The Angels Alba and the Order of the Stained Glass Rose would honor one another with their respective symbols, with the Angels bearing the Fleur-des-lis of the Sisters beneath their heraldry, while the Sisters incorporated the drop of blood venerating the Sons of Sanguinius.

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OC, Baalit the occultist

April 2022

[yaohuhcosta]

🌱🌺🌾Hoje estamos numa torre Babel de supostas formas de pronunciar o tetragrama: יהוה🍂🌿🍃

E o nome da moda fashion do engano dos anjos caídos é a Senhora [ Baalit]: YAHUAH, NOME FEMININO E CONSORTE DE YAHUEH OU YAHWEH. E SEI QUE MUITOS QUE ESTÃO VENDO ESSA MENSAGEM, TERÃO QUE REPENSAR SEUS CONCEITOS VAZIOS DE PENSAREM QUE YAHUAH É O NOME DO SOBERANO E SUPREMO AUTOR DA KHÁYIM [ vida]. ESSE YAHUAH GARANTO A VOCÊS QUE NÃO É E NUNCA FOI E JAMAIS SERÁ O NOME DO QUE ESTÁ NO TETRAGRAMA: יהוה.

Vamos ser coerentes e não ingênuos ou maria-vai-com- as -outras, é impossível que o tetragrama seja YAHUAH pelas seguintes razões:

1- porque "ah" é terminação feminina, logo o tetragrama não é um ser feminino ou bissexual. Se insistirem, estarão entrando numa situação de erro pior que os nomes YAHWEH, YAVEH, YEHOWAH, JEOVÁ, YESHUA, YEHOSHUA, YESHA, YASHA, YAHSHUAH, JESUS, ADONAY, DEUS, SENHOR, pois todos esses falsos nomes são invenções frustradas da língua mortal humana, os anjos caídos são os autores desses nomes de blasfêmia, eles carregavam o שועם- nome Inefável: יהוה אולחיים יאושועהאורהאול אולהים em suas identidades de כיהובים- kehuvyim, mas em decorrência da SOBERBA, perderam seus nomes de origem, e ficaram vagando por bilhões de anos sem possuirem um nome para serem alguma coisa. Ao chegarem nesse plano ou mundo, eles se renomearam com nomes falsos e identidades alternativas de natureza terrena e mortal, esses nomes YAHUAH, YAHWEH, YEHOWAH, JEOVÁ, ADONAY, HA SHEM vem da língua aramaica babilônica, da língua latina e da língua grega, todas essas línguas são mortas porque foram inventadas por anjos caídos. O problema que quem crê no nome da moda de hoje: YAHUAH, está clamando num nome de natureza mortal, da língua mortal dos seres humanos. Portanto todos os nomes aqui citados são nomes mortos de anjos caídos, que também estão mortos a bilhões de anos, pois como eu disse anteriomente, ELES NÃO TEM UM NOME PRÓPRIO NA CONDIÇÃO DE REBELIÃO QUE SE ENCONTRAM, POIS CAIRAM NA SOBERBA, E POR ESSA RAZÃO ELES NÃO TEM UM NOME PARA SER ALGUMA COISA.

2- YAHUAH vem da sinagoga de Shatyir, um grupo de fanáticos que impõe um fardo pesado de práticas radicais da Torah como circuncisão, festas, e cerimonialismo ultra formalista judaico, mas em essência são cristãos travestidos de aparência judaica, pois eles crêem como todos os católicos romanos e cristãos evangélicos na doutrina do Filho de Deus- JESUS CRISTO, que eles invocam pelo suposto nome hebraico: YAHUSHUAH HA MASHIACH. A doutrina do Filho já nasceu no berço da tradição e língua latina, os 12 Emissários não pregaram que YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM era o filho enviado por יהוה אולחיים, e sim que ele é o próprio: EU SOU, no entanto, o poder da Igreja Romana criou a doutrina do Filho de Deus para negar que YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM É O PRÓPRIO יהוה אולחיים vindo em carne. A sinagoga de Shatyir-Satan-Satanás sempre vai negar que יהוה אולחיים יאושועהאורהאול אולשועודדיאוה מולכיריאול אביאול veio em carne, essa é a origem maligna por de trás do falso nome YAHUAH, ela é da sinagoga de Shatyir-Satan-Satanás composta pela cabeça, o judaísmo ortodoxo askenazim de origem bielo-russa magogiana, o judaísmo sefaradim seu braço direito, pois todos eles pertencem a Maçonaria, a sociedade de Cain, dos vampiros, e dos demônios de toda espécie abominável. Eles, os judeus, se venderam barato por ouro para a sociedade dos filhos de Cain: Maçonaria-Kabbalah-Império Romano Cristão, e por isso são chamados de sinagoga de Satanás, pois eles sempre negarão que יהוה אולחיים יאושועהאורהאול אולהים veio em carne, e se fez um Filho dos homens mortais, mas ele mesmo não era um filho, e sim o próprio:EU SOU, que chamamos seu nome TETRAGRAMA: יהוה, porque seu nome não é somente o tetragrama, ele é um nome composto com 24 a 48 nomes conjugados em letras vivas, e se pronunciado pode ressurgir todos os mortos de todas épocas que creram em seu nome. Esse שועם- nome nenhum mortal conhece, mas quando os selados, os que foram enviados a esse plano, proclamarem a última mensagem ao mundo, somentes eles pronunciarão esse nome Inefável de 24 a 48 conjugações, no cântico de Myihushuah- Yáohuh, o cântico daqueles que venceram o dragão, a besta e o falso profeta.

" Olhei, eis o Cordeiro em pé sobre o monte Tzayam, e com ele cento e quarenta quatro mil, tendo na fronte escrito seu NOME [ e o de seu Pai; acréscimo dos copistas romanos para sustentar o dogma do Filho de Deus]

Ouvi uma voz do Shuaulmayao como voz de muitas águas, como voz de grande trovão; também a voz que ouvi era como de harpistas quando tangem a sua harpa.

Entoavam novo cântico diante do trono, diante dos quatro seres viventes e dos anciãos. E ninguém pôde aprender o cântico senão os cento e quarenta e quatro mil [144.000] que foram transladados da terra.

São esses que não se contaminaram com mulheres [ anjos caídos], porque são hodshuah [ puros, incontaminados no Rúkhah-Ul]. São eles, os seguidores do Cordeiro por onde quer que vá. São os que foram redimidos dentre os homens, primícias para יהוה אולחיים: o Cordeiro; e não se achou mentira em suas bocas; não têm impureza." Kanodgaluth 14:1-5.

Os 144.000 não são deste mundo, não são desta natureza humana mortal, por isso serão transladados para retornar suas moradas originais, mas esse é um mistério ou enigma, somente entenderão quem for um dos selados, pois o próprio YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM deixou pistas sobre a natureza dos 144.000: " Eles não são do mundo, como também EU não sou." Yáohuh-khannan 17: 16.

Não ser desse mundo, é não ser de origem terrena mortal, seria isso que YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM estava dizendo em relação a natureza dos 12 homens que ele escolheu, de eles terem vindo do Shuaulmayaoh como ele também veio? Essa é a natureza dos 144.000, eles não são desse mundo como YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH não é desse mundo, ou seja, a origem de um ser que mesmo nascido como ser humano, mas que na essência sua natureza é extraterrena, isso é o que dá entender quando ele afirma que eles não eram desse mundo, pois ele comparou sua natureza extraterrena com a natureza deles. Parece loucura, eu ter feito a análise dos selados e escolhidos dentro dessa perspectiva de eles serem, mesmos em vestes de carne, seres extraterrestres. Mas ninguém é obrigado a acreditar nessa revelação sobre a natureza dos selados, pois eles foram enviados a esse plano para dar TESTEMUNHO QUE YÁOHUH ULKHÁYIM VEIO CARNE. Os que crêem no nome YAHUAH ULKHAYM não sabem que esse nome vem da sinagoga de Shatyir, por isso estão com as mentes bloqueadas para entender as palavras vivas anunciadas por aqueles que foram enviados a esse plano, essas palavras vivas começam com o שועם- shuam- nome: YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM OU YÁOHUSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, essa é chave que abre todas as portas: do conhecimento, da salvação e da vida perpétua.

Digo que todos os que crêem cegamente em YAHUAH, YAHWEH, YEHOWAH, JEOVÁ, JAVÉ, DEUS, JESUS, SENHOR, ADONAY, HA SHEM, ELOHIM, EL SHADAY, SHALOM, estão afastados da KHÁYIM [ vida] original, pois esses nomes todos são nomes mortos de anjos caídos. Somente clamando no nome YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, que é possível enxergar a realidade, isso afirmo com toda autoridade que conheço neste poderoso nome, porque quando os anjos caídos ouvem o nome MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, eles lembram que foram derrotados definitivamente por esse nome na forma hebraica arcaica: YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM. UMA CERTA OCASIÃO APARECERAM DIANTE DE MIM DOIS ANJOS CAÍDOS EM FORMA HUMANA E ME DISSERAM: " VOCÊ ESTÁ PROIBIDO DE FALAR ESSE NOME, POIS FOI POR ESSE NOME QUE NOSSO IMPÉRIO FOI DESTRUÍDO, ARRASADO PARA SEMPRE, ESSE É O NOME DAQUELE QUE VEIO NA FORMA HUMANA, E POR ISSO NOS SOFREMOS MAIOR A VERGONHA AO ELE TER REVELADO SEU NOME.

Os anjos caídos, nessa ocasião de me encontrarem, falaram com grande pesar e vergonha a derrota que sofreram pelo nome, que eles mesmos não tinham coragem de pronunciar para mim, pois eu queria saber o motivo porque eles não falavam o nome: YÁOHUSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM. Eles continuavam a me intimidar dizendo: "VOCÊ ESTÁ PROIBIDO DE FALAR ESSE NOME PARA QUALQUER SER HUMANO, POR ISSO VIEMOS AQUI PARA TE DIZER ISSO". EU NÃO OBEDECI AO APELO DELES E DISSE: NO NOME YÁOHUSHUAH MYIHUSHKHÁYIM SAIAM DO MEU CAMINHO! QUANDO EU DISSE COM AUTORIDADE O NOME MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, UM CLARÃO EM CHAMAS ARRANCOU ELES DE MINHA VISTA, FORAM FULMINADOS COM A YÁOSHUAHURHÚL [ fulgor, chamas ardentes não de natureza física]. A PARTIR DAÍ, ENTENDI QUE YÁOHUSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM É YÁOSHUAHURHÚL, POR ISSO OS ANJOS CAÍDOS NÃO PODEM FALAR ESSE NOME, PORQUE ARDE E QUEIMA ELES, DEIXA A VISTAS DELES CEGAS DO BRILHO E FULGOR DO NOME QUE ELES ADMITEM QUE OS DERROTOU PARA SEMPRE.

APARECEU OUTRO ANJO CAÍDO, QUE TINHA DEIXADO NUMA PEDRA O NOME YAHUAH, ELE QUERIA QUE EU ACREDITASSE NELE, MAS EU NÃO DEI OUVIDOS, E FICOU ENFURECIDO COMIGO, O ASPECTO DELE ERA MUITO LIBERAL E MUNDANO: TRAJAVA BERMUDAS, USAVA TATUAGEM, E ESTAVA SEM CAMISA, QUE ESTRANHO, ERA ESSE O ANJO OU MELACHIM DE YAHUAH PARA ME CONVENCER A CRÊ NESSE FALSO NOME QUE É A FEBRE DO MOMENTO DOS QUE ESTÃO CEGOS CLAMANDO POR UM NOME FEMININO DE UM ANJO CAÍDO. SEI QUE ESSAS PESSOAS FORAM ENGANADAS, E PARA QUEBRAREM ESSA FREQUÊNCIA MALIGNA, FAÇAM PROVA, DE QUE É SOMENTE YÁOHUSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM QUE PODE TIRAR A VENDA DOS OLHOS DAQUELES QUE NÃO ENXERGAM A RESPEITO DE YAHUAH SER UMA ANJA CAÍDA SE PASSANDO PELO CRIADOR. A ESCOLHA É PESSOAL, CONTINUAR NA DOUTRINA DA SINAGOGA DE SHATYIR-SATAN OU CRÊ EM YÁOHUSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, QUE PERMITIU DOIS ANJOS CAÍDOS IREM A MINHA PROCURA PORQUE EU ESTAVA CRENDO E CREIO ATÉ DE TODO O MEU SER EM SEU NOME. ESPERO QUE FAÇAM A MELHOR ESCOLHA, QUE É PARA VIDA E NÃO PARA A MORTE.

YÁOSHUAOLLEYIM A TODOS. ESSE É O TESTEMUNHO DO GABOR YÁORMI-YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH-HURHÚL-YÁOUL-YÁOHUH. PLANETA TERRA 28 DE OUTUBRO DE 2019, ANO ROMANYTH, ANO DE YÁOHUH-YÁOSHUAH HÔL MYIHUSHKHÁYIM, ANO 5781.

[chapter-master-darius]

You're more than welcome to nibble anything I have that you find appealing. *They give him a wink.*

Anxo shrugs to himself. “[Unsurprising that I attract monster fuckers.]” He mutters in Baalite.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Okay, because twitter keeps raging on it...

If the gene seed can take a cancer ridden half dead Baalite and make him a Blood Angel..... then it can fucking work on a woman.

[sister-calliope]

Lore question: anyone know if Sanguinius ever just point blank ASKS the Emperor where his wings came from? I know he agonizes about whether they were intentional design, or random Baalite mutation, or a “gift” from the Big Bad Chaos. But does he ever just come out and like, “Um hey dad, I love these wings, but were they your idea, or…?”

[kabane52]

Dear sir,

I am confused about the Orthodox view of Hell. I am converting to Orthodoxy but my understanding of Hell is still "western." The Holy Bible seems to support the traditional Catholic and Protestant understanding of Hell, which is eternal conscious suffering and separation from God. But when I read online Orthodox articles about Hell the writers seem to teach the opposite understanding. They say that Hell is the eternal presence of God for the unconverted. God's eternal presence is painful because they are unconverted. I don't read that in the Holy Scriptures, which apparently indicate eternal separation. What is your view of the doctrine of Hell? Thank you for your very valuable attention.

-Michael

Revelation says that the torment of the damned is in the presence of the Lamb. But this is a much deeper biblical theme. God's act of transformation always brings a twofold consquence. The rain from heaven drowns mankind, yet it is that very water which lifts Noah to "rest" on the mountains of Ararat and exalts him to a higher place than any who had come before. The fire which descends on Sinai- the fire which transfigures and glorifies the face of Moses- is a terror to most of Israel, who must be concealed from it by a veil. Indeed, the burning of the conquered cities of Canaan is done with "the" fire- the fire taken from the altar of God, representing and manifesting the divine presence. Isaiah in Isaiah 6 is touched with this same fire, and yet he is forgiven and glorified rather than destroyed. When Elijah comes against Baalism, the rain which renews the ground ravaged by famine washes away the corpses of the Baalite priests. As in Malachi, the "sun of righteousness" which "rises with healing" in its wings is the same sun which allows one to "again see the difference between the righteous and the wicked." Take a look at how this is used in Revelation: in Revelation, the intensification of the sun is one of the bowls of judgment. As we read in Amos, "Why do you long for the day of the LORD? [For you it will be] darkness, not light."

There is no agent of motion and power of activity other than God. He is the Form of all things and the Root of all creation. When He pours Himself into creation, the wheels turn powerfully such that those who insist on turning against those wheels will be crushed between them.

James Jordan, a Protestant biblical scholar, came to these conclusions about the presence of God and the nature of hell from scripture alone. His lectures on Revelation discuss it in a number of places.

[rotgospels]

infected with brain worms that made me read baalite cult as bataille cult 

[sanguiniusreborn]

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I made a Baalite Sang! Possibly directly after being picked up!! Ignore the fact he has no wings

[luwupercal]

Concept I've never seen anyone tackle: Konrad on Baal, raised as Sanguinius was. What does the brutality of Nostramo do to The Angel? My money's on them being way more alike than people think.

baalite konrad + nostraman sanguinius is such a Concept i think

because like to me at least the biggest differences between konrad and sanguinius are that: (1) konrad is ruled by his moral compass, while sanguinius is more guided by what - and whom - he cares about; and (2) konrad is sort of declared by the narrative itself, the narrativium, to be a kind of filthy shadowy thing, while sanguinius physically cannot stain his hands, no matter what he does

they're both defined by how ensnared they are on fate's web which is a very interesting parallel

(sanguinius being unable to dirty himself is, i think, itself from fate's puppeting of him, given that on a meta level he was outright made to be a sacrificial lamb for horus and the emperor's conflict, a holy martyr in death no matter what he was in life. (the line between in-universe fate and games workshop's intentions for a character is, to me, very very thin if not nonexistant). a similar thing with konrad, who is born of darkness and shade and can never leave atrocity behind, is made to commit carnage and spill blood and leave as violently as he arrived. and yet both of them find holes to poke through, a moment to be something else, during their lives so expressly woven to be cut short)

to actually speculate on your idea though, i think what would happen to konrad on baal is that he'd still be a gloomy, spooky kid but he'd be more sombre than anything and certainly he wouldn't be as unhinged. addams-adjacently peaceful yet goth. maybe even a bit of a hermit. i find joy in the idea of him refusing the emperor when the emperor arrives, wanting to be a simple shepherd and be left alone with his visions of doom (not a likely request to be fulfilled, unfortunately) + his tbh creature% would also rise astronomically, maybe even 14x

i don't know that much about baal, actually, so there's not much else i can sketch out than that. i do think konrad would be happier, but basically every homeworld swap involves konrad being at least marginally happier than he is in canon, so

meanwhile i think sanguinius would be some kind of horrible innocence on nostramo. something incredibly bright to which the filth and the smog can't stick to, drenched in blood and holy and very very traumatized. and also kind of jokerized about it. he would be the very definition of beatifically unhinged, which is one of my favourite character archetypes, so it'd be very fun for me specifically to see this happen

and i generally don't think sanguinius would pursue justice like canon konrad does, just because that's not the sort of person i've seen sanguinius be and because i don't believe all of konrad's ramrod-straight moral compass is entirely due to peeping the horror from a young age, but i'm known to think of sanguinius as more selfish than canon writes him because it's just more fun to me, so ymmv on that

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Can you give us more himbo hawk boyv

Sanguinius listens to Africa by Toto on full blast, bopping his head while he makes an enormous pot of Baalite-spiced mac and cheese for dinner.He trails feathers all over the place when hes molting, cheerfully indifferent to the chaos they cause.When he likes someone, he subconsciously ruffles his feathers a bit and runs fingers through his hair to make himself look more cool.He also absolutely uses awful vampire and bird puns when he hits on people because he believes they’re peak humour.

Sangy likes to sleep in weird positions on couches, beds and furniture, made all the more awkward by his enormous wings sticking out at bizarre angles while he’s unconscious. 

Sometimes not even on his bed. Horus or Fulgrim come in to find him blissed out on top of their mattresses, one outstretched wing taking up most of the bedroom. He has one sock on. The other is on the ceiling fan, somehow.

[eagles-apostate]

🎀 ! (sanguiniusreborn for either! He made the bow special)

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Lorgar had found a spot on board the Red Tear where he could comfortably curl up in a chair and write on a table he had dragged over.  He was careful to confine himself to Colchisian; it wouldn’t do for anyone to sneak up on him and see what he was writing about.  His ear twitched when he heard someone enter the (admittedly) common room he had claimed, and he paused in writing when the footsteps approached.  Then he went crosseyed when someone stuck something to his forehead with a “boop!”

He blinked once, looked up at Sanguinius--currently grinning with fluttery wings--and pulled a small mirror out of his pocket to see what was on his forehead.  A ribbon, tied into a bow.  Silvery-grey with a thin border of gold--a border formed of Baalite runes, when he looked closer--it sparkled when he moved his head.  “...it’s beautiful, Sanny, but why?” he asked, brow furrowed in the way he knew it always did when he had more questions than he gave voice to.