#God-Machine

[enddaysengine]

Algorithmic Drones

Consume art without a soul and you will find yourself without a soul. In the Chronicles of Darkness, this is not a metaphor. The God-Machine needs blood and meat to lubricate its gears, minions who won’t blab about the dark rites they perform in sub-basement 3, and bodies for its angels to possess. The Soulless Algorithm ensures these human resources don’t run out. 

The Soulless Algorithm is an occult plugin that piggybacks on AI software — including art programs from Final Destination, writing programs from Bayside Sorcerers LLC, and Youtube’s video algorithm. The Algorithm doesn’t directly infect mortals; instead, it subtly tweaks the outputs of the program it is attached to implant subliminal messaging into mortals using that software. 

The God-Machine uses one-off exposures to the Algorithm to move people into the places that help complete occult matrices. However, long-term exposure turns the user into a stigmatic and untethered their soul, allowing the God-Machine to turn them into a compliant drone. These shells of human beings go about their everyday lives, but they do it without passion or meaning. They remain competent, but they don’t have any real insight anymore, just going through the motions day in and day out. They get their reports done on time, pump out content to feed the social media machine, and continue on as they did before — but inevitably, they lose followers or get passed over for promotion without noticing anything is wrong. 

Integrators hypothesize that the God-Machine only intended the Soulless Algorithm to create the bare minimum of algorithmic drones required to meet its needs. They believe that the rise of AI programs in the early 2020s caused the initiative to spread out of control to the point that the God-Machine cannot reign it back in. Inquisitors and Saboteurs are far more skeptical, assuming everything is going according to plan. Meanwhile, a few morally bankrupt Tempters look for a way to turn the Algorithm to their own advantage. 

Algorithmic Drone

Compliant stigmatic Virtue: Obedient. Drones are all too willing to follow orders from legitimate authorities. Vice: Superficial. Drones take everything at face value, and don’t bother thinking critically.  Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 2, Resolve 2; Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2; Presence 2, Manipulation 2, Composure 2 Skills: Computers 2 (algorithms), Occult 1, Politics 1, Science 2; Brawl 1, Drive 1; Streetwise 1 Merits: Good Time Management, Omen Sensitivity, Unseen Sense (God-Machine) Health: 7 Willpower: 0 Integrity: 1 Size: 5 Speed: 9 Defence: 2 Initiative: +4 Glitches: The body odor of algorithmic drones smells faintly of brimstone.  Enthralled by the Machine: The drone’s soul has become unmoored, and the God-Machine’s whispers have taken place. The drone suffers from the Soulless, Enervated, and Enthralled Conditions but does not suffer from the Broken Condition as usual. A soul cannot be attached to the drone unless the God-Machine’s influence is first removed. Uninspired: The drone cannot gain or bestow the Inspired Condition by any means.  Unskilled Labour: The drone cannot raise her skills dots above two by any means. If her skills are already above two, they become two until she regains a soul.

Other Drones

The above statistics represent a generic drone who was a software engineer before the God-Machine sunk its circuits into them. Drones from other backgrounds can be created by varying the drone’s skills. If a character turns into a drone over the chronicle’s course, they will pass through the following stages. 

Stage 1: Soulless Art, Soulless Self

When the Soulless Algorithm infects a character, they gain the Soulless Condition. If they are not already a Stigmatic, they become one now, gaining the benefits and drawbacks described in Demon: the Descent p. 225. Stage 1 infectees do not gain additional Supernatural Merits beyond Omen Sensitivity. 

Stage 2: Uninspired

When the infected gains the Enervated Condition, they also lose the spark of creativity that drives morals forward. They cannot gain the Inspired Condition by any means, including by supernatural means. They also cannot bestow the Inspired Condition on another character by any means. 

Stage 3: Enthralled by the Machine

When the infected gains the Enthralled Condition, their conversion into an algorithmic drone is complete. While they retain the abilities they possessed before, they no longer excel at them. The character does not gain the Broken Condition as usual for Enthralled. Instead, all the character’s Skills now have a maximum of two dots. If the character possesses more than two dots in a Skill, reduce it to two dots as long as the character has the Soulless Condition.

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[toothmonster]

Behind the Bathroom Mirror by tooth bradley (me), 2025, Blender 3D

[teratodentata]

Husband said something silly tonight and if I didn’t draw it I was going to pass out

[glassrunner]

"That which inspires us to our greatest good... is also the cause of our greatest evil."

VIKTOR, THE MACHINE HERALD | ARCANE S02E06

[sophiebaybey]

Not to preach to the choir but I wonder if people generally realize that AI models like ChatGPT aren't, like, sifting through documented information when you ask it particular questions. If you ask it a question, it's not sifting through relevant documentation to find your answer, it is using an intensely inefficient method of guesswork that has just gone through so many repeated cycles that it usually, sometimes, can say the right thing when prompted. It is effectively a program that simulates monkeys on a typewriter at a mass scale until it finds sets of words that the user says "yes, that's right" to enough times. I feel like if it was explained in this less flattering way to investors it wouldn't be nearly as funded as it is lmao. It is objectively an extremely impressive technology given what it has managed to accomplish with such a roundabout and brain-dead method of getting there, but it's also a roundabout, brain-dead method of getting there. It is inefficient, pure and simple.

[wonkyjaw]

Quilt update. This is split somewhere in the blues and I have to sew that together and then I have to add one more yellow row to the top. Then the quilt top is finally, finally done.

[wizardnuke]

hozier songs are all "i wouldn't be here without black artists" "you should kill your boss" "i love ireland :(" "DO Y OU NEED A DOG. I CAN BARK"

[blabberoo]

OH MY GOD SHUT UP

SHUT. UP

IM NOT OK

[xenomorphicdna]

Not enough signs about how much I'd like to stick my hands between the moving parts of a machine, so I did it myself

[xleethegreat]

he caught those fish FAIR AND SQUARE

[monsters-demons-and-heralds-ohmy]

I will never be over Viktor and his emotional support blanket. Like I get the symbolism but it’s hard to take his master plan too seriously at any given time when you realize.

————-

Viktor (a 100 foot tall semi-omnipotent hive mind god): “I have superseded the shackles of emotion and will bring glorious evolution to all the peoples of the realm.”

Jayce: “Hold on, what is that you’re wearing as cape? Is that… is that MY blanket?”

Viktor (sheepish): “…so.”

[turnipoddity]

It’s truly mind boggling that some people use AI to make fanfics or fanarts… i thought the whole point of making them is because we’re obsessed with said media??? enough to voluntarily spend time and energy to write stories and draw artworks of them??? weird

[bluecookies02]

Sub!Viktor x Reader

content warnings: NSFW, choking & edging (Viktor receiving), oral (reader receiving), he whines until you sit on his face basically.

very romantic and intimate despite a person literally being choked but yk its rly not my fault, it's his. [established relationship]

word count: ~1.5k

"You're being too loud Vik...can't keep it down hm?"

"Please....if we get another noise complaint I'm never ever gonna forgive you." he begs as you pause to let him talk.

It's an empty threat, but you need to take some accountability for your cruelty. You've been toying with him for ages at this point, reducing him to surprised yelps and desperate whines that are truly a symphony to your ears. To your neighbors? Not so much.

And you're everything if not merciful. Depending on who's asked of course.

You place your thumb across his chapped lips and dip the soft pad of your finger inside, dragging it gently across his teeth and gums before he gives you an appreciative hum, opening his mouth and nestling his tongue in place.

The adoration in your eyes is beautifully suffocating, his hips trashing against your other hand, chasing it, running away from it...all at once. He has been at your will for this whole night. He might die...at least that's how it feels.

You start up again, with no rush, often stopping to glide your hand and mouth across his freckled skin, soothing his trembles with sweet and mellow words whispered into his ear.

He feels...indecent. Drooling around your hand like that, muffling his moans with your thumb, biting and nibbling on it. You just sway it with the eager suckles of his tongue, sometimes even pressing on it firmly, letting his mouth hang open, spit smearing across his face.

He's teary eyed, overwhelmed yet hungry. Your voice pelts off of his sensitive neck...trails down his spine and spreads through his ribcage.

Warmth swirls inside his stomach, and for a moment it's scorching hot until he himself melts with it, pushing your pruney finger to the corner of his lips...he whines.

His face falls to the crook of your neck, burying itself there. You carefully lace your fingers through his soft hair, your pace on him just a fraction quicker.

You place a kiss to the shell of his ear, nuzzling the side of his head.

"You're right there aren't you...Need a little more?" you ask, your voice laced with affection, your movements consistent and precise.

"No-ah, no...just like this. Please...please just..." you nod, shuddering at the gentle bite on your shoulder.

"Allright, I've got you. Whatever you need..."

"Keep talkinghh."

It's a bossy demand, muffled because it's quickly cut off by another bite into your skin. The sunlight that peeks through the blinds paints his pale body in liquid gold, a pretty shade a fraction lighter than his eyes.

"You're so precious to me Vik...made for me are you not?" You can feel him throb, you can feel the heat of his body...ears dusted red, fingertips scraping down your back. Your heart hammers in your chest, anticipation building as you watch him.

"Show me how beautiful you are for me...Can you do that?" you ask in that honeyed voice of yours, raspy with your own greedy desire.

You tug on his hair, and he lets you pull him out of his hiding, your faces now close. He can feel your breath tickling his face.

"Let me see..." and when you ask so nicely, so honestly...how can he deny you anything, how can he doubt anything when the emotions that surge through him as your eyes lock leave no room for such a silly thing.

So he lets himself unfold, lets you see him in his most vulnerable, eyes clouded with unshed tears, brows furrowed and mouth agape.

You place your hand on his bared throat, squeezing around it, firm and practiced, holding it there until his eyes become slightly unfocused and wide.

He falls apart for you, gasping and chocking up on his words as he starts spilling onto your hand, curling in on himself in ways he can't be convinced are attractive.

"Yes precious, just like that, don't be shy" you encourage, letting him fuck your hand thoroughly, giving every last ounce of his strength to you, for you.

You let go of his throat then, just a second before he's about to tap your wrist.

He has to slap his hand over his mouth instead, and then the other, shuddering and crying into it as he rides out the last waves of his release, his tummy clenching and flexing as his whole torso heaves.

"You're fucking perfect..." you mumble, as if in trance with every tremble of his lithe body.

He finally stills, now fighting for air and clutching at his chest as he urges himself to calm his breathing down. You sooth him, moving your hand to pet at his back, quickly wiping the other before using it to push the strands of sticky hair out of his face.

His ears are buzzing for a moment, before he finally sighs and then gulps a big breath. He tries to speak up but his sore throat doesn't let him, voice cracking.

"Do you need a drink? Or do you need to cough? Please don't be embarrassed" you say this as you pet his cheek, searching his face.

He shakes his head no before he clears the lump from his throat, finding his voice again.

"No...I'm allright , thank you." he gets off of your lap slowly, stretching his legs before repositioning himself on the pillows, pulling you by the hand to follow him.

When you crawl with him...on top of him, he has to swallow dryly again, eyes eagerly eating at you, at every curve of your body that he hasn't seen for a hot second there.

"You have a way with words dear..." he complains, smoothing his palms over your hips.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Makes me feel all exposed...It's not fair...Especially when you don't give me a fighting chance."

You hum.

"Outside of this, you're the more eloquent one, I think the dynamic is quite balanced"

"Hmh...If you say so." he pretends to glance away, but his arm wraps around the small of your back, making you sit higher on his chest.

"Maybe my words are excessive in this part of our 'dynamic'...l have other redeeming qualities I hope."

You chuckle, looking down at him, his dark, hungry eyes piercing yours, cheeks still a tiny bit flushed under your attention.

"Absolutely..." you confirm, yet you refuse to fall under the faint pressure of his arm on your back.

You are playing coy, and his mouth is already salivating. How cruel.

He rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"Let me show you anyways…” he says, soft yet bashful.

"Maybe if you say please one more time for me, I'll indulge"

"I think I begged enough, no?" he concurs, spreading his hands over your thighs, squeezing briefly before he slides a skilled hand between your legs. He spreads your soaked folds apart, marveling at the sheer amount of wetness that leathers his palm.

"Gave you everything you asked for...let you ruin me however you desired..." he trails off, slowly becoming a tiny bit frustrated.

You stammer as his long fingers easily glide inside you with little to no resistance. Your clit throbs as he bends to give it a quick, wet kiss, peering up at you expectantly as he fills you with slow, deep strokes.

"Come here.” he whispers, adjusting himself under you, a firm arm pulling you down on his pretty face. You let him.

There's a sigh of gratification at the first thick taste he swallows down, coating his throat with you, tongue nestled in with his digits and then he laps.

Loud and filthy. Like you've starved him for months.

You admit defeat, grabbing at the roots of his messy hair with your hand.

You bear down against his mouth, nice and slow until you have almost all of your weight on him. Just how you know he craves it.

His lashes flutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head, legs bending at the knees.

A stifled hiss comes from under you and then a barely coherent blasphemy reaches your ears.

"Ushg my face. Pleahse…"

And how can one refuse...

Posts this draft and runs 🏃‍♀️‍➡️

Might make a sequel if I get bullied enough. But i might not resist smushing my man jayce in here. Thread carefully.

Hope you enjoyed. Mwah🩵

[holleringfromyourrooftops]

All the hilson edits do not come CLOSE to how homosexual they are on the show

[bluegiragi]

MERCH UPDATE!!! (FEAT. FREE PRINTS)

yesterday, my merchandise finally arrived!! all...nine extremely heavy boxes of them...(check it out, my apartment is more box than furniture these days).

It's all in stellar quality, genuinely couldn't be happier with how everything came out <3

I also picked up my A5 prints order of the two designs I'll be randomly throwing into orders surpassing $100 AUD (which translates to around $65 USD). Each order will get one of the two prints, which comes with a thank you note on the back :) also, I know that beforehand I said I'd be including them in any order that contained over 6 line-items, but I feel like it made a bit more sense to base their inclusion based on value rather than quantity. Hope y'all understand!

(they look slightly too pink in this photo, but I promise the colours came out very nice. Also, I planned to include a Johnny design as an option too, but I ended up thinking it wasn't good enough to include :/ more motivation for me to get better at rendering!)

With all the merchandise here, I'll be starting to send out orders pretty much immediately. Please keep an eye out on your inboxes - I'm hoping to really lock in and process all 600+ orders in a week, so we'll see how that goes. I know that last batch customers had some recurring issues with me sending out smaller orders in envelopes - be assured that every order this time will get a proper tracking number and come in a proper mailer/box. Once you receive your tracking number through email, you should expect your package to arrive between 1-2 weeks, depending on where you live in the world. Also, fair warning for EU customers, you may have to pay an extra 10% import VAT tax on your parcels, which is really annoying but unfortunately unavoidable.

Some of you might also remember that I said I intentionally ordered more stock than I'd need, and I'd be opening my online store for general orders soon. Please give me a week to get through this current batch, and then I'll give you a proper date for the next store opening.

Thank you for all your patience so far, and seriously thank you if you've read this post up until now ;_; I appreciate you all so much.

[magicicephoenix]

i think they are a bit like brothers

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