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[spiraldevs]

hello there, call us Entropy. we're a (sub)system that coins terms on the hellsite. we may use we/us and i/me interchangeably. use it/its or null/nulls pronouns for speaking of us please.

✶ we don't take requests, we're still figuring out what we want to do with this sideblog besides coin stuff and post npt packs.

we try to research before coining anything that might already exist but if we miss something and recoin a pre-existing term, please tell us and send us the original coining so we can link to it!

you can add our terms/flags to wikis or whatever as long as you keep the original definition in the wiki page pretty please. we looove archival so i encourage it + making archives of the original coining post

BYF/stances/if you dont like this block us:

we are pro endogenic systems and neutral on tulpa terminology. please just block us if you have anything against that im too tired to deal with sysmeds/syscourse

we also support 'contradictory' labels like mspec gays and lesboys and afab transfems/amab transmascs

all aspec identities are included under the queer umbrella even if we arent "gay enough" for you

transandrophobia is a real issue and every time you "men bad" people try to deny it you just further prove our point

anti harassment, anti censorship, even if you think its acceptable or deserved, because it isnt

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#entropy posts - original posts

#entropy writes - text posts

#entropy coins - coining posts

#entropy packs - npt packs

#entropy reblogs - reblogs

#entropy answers - ask responses

[theriftwalkerscrown]

Gaze upon the endless expanses.

Gaze upon that which could have been, and gaze upon that which is.

Gaze upon all, and gaze upon nothingness.

It matters not what you see.

It matters not what you are.

We are the last remnant.

We are the final watcher.

We are the Beginning, and we are the End.

We are the all-consuming lightning, and we are the rain that gives new life to the dead lands.

We are the Crown.

We will keep watch.

[fatherentropy]

⚠️You're not welcome here if you continue to stan Harry Potter and/or JK Rowling I do not care about your circumstances⚠️

1991 • He/Him • Trans mlm

Biracial Artist, horror enthusiast and negligible writer. If I do commissions I'll append something here but otherwise assume it's a no.

>>COMMISSIONS CARRD<<

!PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY OCs!

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⚠️ I’m not PRO or ANTI

Most of this shit seems like cafe AU only idiots trying to win brownie points for crusading people over issues they’re not even qualified to speak on but I am deeply uncomfortable with adult x underaged ships, the sexualization of children real or fictional, and incest and you frankly have no right to try and make me validate your questionable life choices.

I have blocked people for petty reasons and I will do it again and you should too. Feel free to unfollow, soft/block me or whatever you need to keep yourself safe and happy.

The world is too hard and life too short to suffer fools, take care and have a lovely day.

[lemon-3ds]

The pinned post, Carrd, and info post have all been updated!

Tumblr user lemon-3ds is actually at least 15 robots in a trenchcoat confirmed.

[entropyunending]

do vent blogs need a pinned post? idk. gonna make one anyway. may or may not edit this later to make it more concise or whatever

hey, i'm [redacted] (he/him or it/its), and i am experiencing the horrors (perpetually declining mental health).

i made this account so i have somewhere to vent that isn't my main. because i kept doing that and then feeling guilty and deleting my posts. so here i am. finally.

there will be a mixture of personal vent posts, personal attempts to make myself feel better/uplift myself or whatever, and reblogs of gentle reminders and shit for myself. but mostly vent shit because i don't have any self-love left in me.

no dni, but i'm very trigger happy with the block button. if you're following my main and you follow me here, i probably will block you, sorry. i need to have a place where i can feel comfortable venting without the fear of worrying the people who know me

i may post about feeling hopeless, and i may seem suicidal, but please do not report me or whatever. i am safe. i am not going to do anything. i am too afraid of death. my only promise here is that i will not kill myself. quite frankly i'm not sure that's true anymore, but i don't think i have the guts to try. i don't have the energy. and i am still so afraid of death. so i probably won't. but i'm not sure i can promise that anymore.

also i have a therapist. i'm just really bad at actually talking to her 👍

[violetentropy-art]

💜 Pinned Post 💜

Hey there! This is my sideblog for posting my art. For more general content (mostly reblogs), check out my main @violetentropy.

Here’s a little “meet the artist” profile I made for myself, showing off my new-and-improved sona!

💜 Enjoy your stay! 💜

[tmrsn]

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Sister Act - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco recalls Jinx's nail journey...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Gently, Silco cradles her good hand in both his own. The fingers are an artist's—fine and delicately jointed, with a hint of calluses.  He thinks of the vast casts of characters that'd leap routinely from those slender digits: disembodied heads doodled on his ledgers; an entire circus troupe sketched across the length of a map; a labyrinthine cityscape scrawled at the corners of his napkin.

And of course, her weapons.

Those deft fingers that fashioned death from the most prosaic materials. Revolvers lovingly polished to a high shine, their bullets gleaming like rows of pearl teeth.  The tiniest detonator, tucked inside a ballpoint pen, that could bring an entire tunnel down around their ears. Grenades, smoke bombs, incendiaries—spotless save for her clever, clever fingerprints all over them.

Perfection and ruination; entropy and order. It was all the same to her. All simply a matter of scale.

Heaven and hell, rolled into a single girlish package.

Her fingers are cold in Silco's. He rubs them together, his breath a warm mist over the fragile digits.

The cuticles are split; the nail polish is peeling. Yet another detail that'll upset her when she wakes. She'd always taken such care with her hands. A natural teenage sensitivity that was endearing even at its most finicky. She'd reveled in the grease and grime of her workshop. But her skin, her hair, her nails, she'd kept scrupulously clean.

It hadn't begun that way. In the beginning, she'd been a grubby armful of girl, with black-rimmed crescents for fingernails, and the worst case of nits he'd ever seen. Sevika used to make a game of plucking the little bastards out and pinning them to her grease-stained overalls, one by one. Silco's teeth-gritted endeavors with soap and scissors—and the fiasco at the salon—are well-known.

Then there was her nail-biting habit.

So often he'd admonished, reprimanded, blown his stack—'Nervous tics are the telltale of a weak mind, child'—to no avail. She'd carried on shredding her fingertips until they bled.

Finally Silco hit upon the perfect solution:

Getting them painted.

She'd been dubious at first. The nail polish fumes made her face pucker like a dried prune. Her incorrigible wiggling—the girl was more worm than human—resulted in disaster upon disaster of gloopy, half-dried coatings. As did the inevitable accidents: a careless wave and a smear of candy pink would stain a silk cravat beyond repair, or a swipe of impudent little mitts would leave a baby-blue streak across a newly-purchased settee.

Silco, who'd never painted so much as a fence in his life, had his work cut out for him.

But he'd never regretted a moment of it.

Under his careful handiwork, the grubby nubs transformed, day by day, into the daintiest delights. She ceased gnawing and fretting; she began to cherish the lacquer, the way she did anything shiny. For Silco, there was a strange tenderness in watching her preen. The way she'd flutter her fingers, posing and pantomiming, as if she were stealing his signature flourish and making it her own.  There was pride, too, in knowing that it was she, all unawares, who'd taught him a newfound patience, and brought a rare grace to his cutthroat's hands.

Remade them into a father's.

And when the paint would inevitably chip or peel, she'd come running.

"Silly! Heeeelp!"

The Eye of Zaun—scourge of the Undercity—reduced to a manicurist.

It never failed to summon a smile.

She'd adored the color palettes: the glittering gold, the fiery red, the neon green. She'd desired every hue of the rainbow, and Silco had obliged her, as he'd always did. Her favorite, of course, was blue and pink: a shade the Undercity cosmeticians called 'Sister Act'. One half, a pastel, pearlescent blue. The other, a bright, electric pink. The colors were always carefully divided, like a barber's stripes. 

As the years passed, her palette evolved. There were the gothic blacks and dramatic purples; shimmering metallics and hypnotic gradients. At one point, there was a craze of studded rhinestones and stick-on sequins. And, as she matured, her love affair with the decal: a tiny, perfect, painstakingly illustrated scene on each finger. The most elaborate one took her nearly three hours to complete: a delicate watercolor sunset, complete with fluffy clouds and a flock of tiny seagulls, all painted across a background of turquoise sea.

But her true passion remained the Sister Act.

Gently, Silco squeezes her little hand in his own.

How fast the years go. How short their time together feels. How many years since those little starfishing hands clung to his neck, as his blue menace demanded a piggyback ride? As she skinned her knees and bruised her elbows; as she stumbled and screwed up and found her feet again? As her voice, a tiny piping thing, changed to a scratchy soprano; as her body, a wiry little twig, grew supple and soft and killingly sleek. As she grew out of his arms, and out of his reach.

Gods, he should've held her more.

He should've never let her go.

[deedee-sims]

Another week, another hair post (requests by anon, freidrew, and nosferatusim)

I included with the lower poly version of the Stella hair, by Roxanna-moxie. The Elau hair is for AF-EF only, and I blended in the original textures. The Crystal hair uses Goat's retexture as a base, and it's TF-EF only.

6 natural colors, gray linked to black. Meshes and bodyshop swatches are included, enjoy! :)

Credits: Nightcrawler, Entropy-sims, Roxanna-moxie, Elau, Clumsyalienn, Minicule, Goat, Simgaroop

Download Nightcrawler Stella (10.6K polys) - Alternate

Download Elau Open Mic Night (916 polys) - Alternate

Download Clumsyalienn Crystal (9.9K polys) - Alternate

Edit: Made a version of the Open Mic Night hair that’s repo’d + pinned to the game files (BG Punkflip) + my two extras. I used the same files, so if you want this version, you have to delete the other if you already have it.

Download Elau Open Mic Night Repo'd (916 polys) - Alternate

[c-rowlesdraws]

✨🥀💻I Need A New Computer!💻🥀✨

it's happened: my laptop is finally so old (she really does remember the Obama Administration!) that it can't handle any new OS updates, which is leading to inconvenient consequences. Like, discord crashes after attempting to download its latest update now, so I've been using the web version, in a browser that also yells at me regularly because it cannot be updated. Entropy is slowly swallowing it all, as entropy is slowly swallowing us all.

But before I, too, succumb to entropy, I do still need a computer for work, and also for my heavily computer-based existence, so I'm in the process of buying a desktop PC! After using macs at home since 2002, I'm excited to be making the switch to technology that will let me do incredible things like 1) play most video games and 2) stream sound over OBS without downloading third-party software and watching a youtube tutorial by a guy named SuperMacHaxxTurbo. But in order to welcome home my next computer, I need your help!

I have various stickers, art prints, and other items, fandom-based and original designs, for sale on my Redbubble store, if you'd like to manifest some of my art in the physical plane. Over on my patreon, you'll find years' worth of archived work, exclusive art, and step-by-step process breakdowns for $1/month-- and I've been posting a ton of art on patreon lately, so there's never been a better time to subscribe! I also have a ko-fi, if you just feel like sliding me some cash. All of these are linked in my pinned post!

If you've been enjoying my art for a while, or just since recently, I hope you'll consider also supporting me monetarily, if you're able to! No matter what, I'm grateful to everyone who follows me, and all of you rock.

Thank you!

[rbrooksdesign]

"DMT-EDMT Series for December Geometry #26"

Yesterday's post:

The expanding Butterfly Fractal now includes yet another "container"-only entry (inset). As the vast majority of all BF1 "containers" are NOT TRUE Mp-PN pairings, they still hold within their expanded set of divisors, the very same template pattern of divisors that mimic the defining pattern of the TRUE Mp-PNs -- they just have extra divisors (that are not shown in the template view).

Today's post:

The actual divisors of 2016 are: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 16, 18, 21, 24, 28, 32, 36, 42, 48, 56, 63, 72, 84, 96, 112, 126, 144, 168, 224, 252, 288, 336, 504, 672, 1008, and 2016.

Of those, only 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 63, 126, 252, 504, and 2016 are included in the template view.

These are made up of two doublings: 1--2--4--8--16--32 and 63--126--252--504--1008--2016. Both doublings have p=6 number of entries *here within this template view.

The sum of the first BF1 = 63 = z = Mersenne Prime (Mp) wanna-be. It is NOT a TRUE Mp, just a "container"-only place holder typical of ALL strand SET 2 entries.

The pristine magic of the TRUE Mp-PN pairings is lost on SET 2 "containers" as well as those in SET 1 that are NOT TRUE Mp-PNs because of the additional divisors onboard.

The sum of the second doubling -- that is 63 x BF1 -- 63•1=63, 63•2=126, 63•4=252, 63•8=504, 63•16=1008, 63•32=2016 -- equals 3969=z²=MPS. The template holds for ALL "containers."

So how do you immediately tell that this is a "container"-only entry and NOT a TRUE Mp-PN? For starters 63 is not Prime, it is ÷3, and, there are *more divisors for 2016 than 2p. ALL TRUE Mp-PN pairings have the total number of divisors of its PN equal to 2p. And then there is the issue that p itself is not Prime. It is an even number.

Nevertheless, every TRUE Mp-PN pairing from strand SET 1 is stealthily embedded in this universal BF1 Template! This is what makes this an exciting puzzle!

Are the TRUE Mp-PNs just coincidental perfect resonances of the template or are they some form of structural hinge pin that anchors the whole template?

Entanglement -- quantum entanglement -- entropy. Every number counts!

more...

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: STOD EHT TCENNOC (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

I am so sorry if the transcripts in these are't the best, it's A LOT and my mind doesn't understand what's writing anymore

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

Have you ever heard of Orchard Lake, Kansas? Chances are you haven’t. It was erased from every map, book, and historical record, and the US Government’s official position on it is “stop calling us or we’ll send a drone to your house.” (I learned this the hard way.) But if you drive to the exact latitude and longitude of [REDACTED] you’ll see bullet casings, faded billboards, and bow ties strewn across the desert sands.

That’s because Orchard Lake had another name before it was wiped off the record: BillVille.

CHAPTER 3: BillVille The First Cult In History That Was Right

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FIG A: A tumbillweed

As a historian of esoteric religions, I thought I’d discovered the strangest sects America had yet to offer (see “Chapter 3: Kevin’s Gate”) but that all changed when I found the following items tucked away in an old trunk in an estate sale on the outskirts of Bootstrap, Missouri."

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

"3/24/1957

Mother, I have the most wonderful news! Remember when you said I should stop being “such a follower” and finally think for myself? Well—turns out you were right! I’ve decided to stop following Elvis’ tour bus from state to state and instead I’ve made the exciting life decision to sell all my possessions to buy a one-way ticket to [REDACTED] and marry 138 of my new best friends! We’ve discovered the eternal secrets of the Universe, and golly it feels keen! For the first time in my life, I am happy!

Remember reality is an illusion, the Universe is a hologram, buy gold, and bye forever!

Your daughter, Shelter Martha Jones Starshine Cipherwife

P.S. You’ve just gotta check out this neato pamphlet!"

FIG B: Letter and pamphlet advertising “Ciphertology.” Was found along with pins, buttons, ephemera. Smells like formaldehyde."

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

After reading this pamphlet, I became obsessed. Who were the Ciphertologists?

It seems in 1952 a failed travelling snake oil salesman “Silas Birchtree” was hiding from creditors when he choked on a coin he was flipping and died. Then, remarkably, the next day, he was seen alive. His posture, his smile, the pallor of his skin had all changed. It was as if another man entirely was wearing Silas like a suit. Whatever caused this transformation, the new Silas hit Orchard Lake, Kansas like a comet.

[TRANSCRIPT, FIRST AUDIO RECORDING FOUND OF SILAS BIRCHTREE GIVING A SPEECH IN THE TOWN SQUARE OF ORCHARD LAKE, KANSAS]

“Say, folks, gather round, thank you ma’am, spit out that gum, junior. My names Silas Birchtree, and I was just passing through when I noticed a very pressing problem: This town only has three wells! Well, well, well, that won’t hold water! (townsfolk laugh) But seriously plasma bags, if you’re dim enough to laugh at that tripe then you’re going to love what I’m about to shove down your throats: The secrets of the universe! I may look like an meat automoton but I was recently granted otherworldly insight into the nature of reality by an all-seeing eye named Bill Cipher. You have primal needs for chaos that are being repressed! Destroying is a form of creating! Assert your will in defiance of entropy! Punch through the throats of your oppressors and baptize yourself in their blood! Doesn’t that sound swell? Yes I said swell, and that rhymes with L, and that stands for “Let me Marry All Your Wives!”

-Silas Birchtree, 1952

It didn’t seem to matter what Silas said, folks were mesmerized by his rambling stream of consciousness diatribes. It wasn’t long before he became local news."

Treanscript:

"THE ORCHARD LAKE CORNHUSK "A suitable distraction from your toils." June 18, 1952 | 5 CENTS

CULT COMES TO TOWN Fans of Cults Pleased, Cult Skeptics Skeptical

Two things are on the rise this week in Orchard Lake! The sweet, sweet corn-bread cooling in Mrs. Butternubbins windowsill, and the terrifying cult that threatens to tear our town asunder. And asunder is one of the worst things you can be torn! Springing forth seemingly overnight, these bow-tie wearing brainwashees call themselves the Ciphertologists, and they answer to one man, the charismatic and extremely jaundiced Silas BirchTree. Town sentiment is divided as to whether this new religion can be trusted, but all agree this seems to be the most significant event in our town since a bat fell in the deep fryer at the waffle house. We spoke to townsfolk to gauge the local sentiment.

...WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY...

Darla Laudanum, Housewife: "Well, I don’t see what the big fuss is! Everyone’s entitled to their opinions, and Silas is no different. Why, I remember when everyone was worried that “Hula Hoops” were going to turn our children into Communists. But we only had to report 3 children!"

Gus Gunderson, Painter: "I ‘spose he’s got a funny way of talkin’, shore ‘nuff, but he promised me I’d live forever on my own moon, which beats my current job at the paint store. He also said he’d teach me to explode people with my mind. My mother ‘n law had better watch out!"

Madeline Dixon, Teenager: "He’s fine, I guess. It’s not like I replaced the picture of James Dean in my locket with him or anything. What? No you can’t look inside the locket, this is a personal locket!"

Emmaline Butternubbins, Spoilsport: "I’m telling you! He’s a human corpse puppeteered by a space triangle and he’s come to build an unholy astral pyramid from mortal realm beyond mortal understanding! Gather up your swords and arrows, let us slay the beast in mans form before he slays us!"

Can You "Dig It?" Hey Daddio! Are you hoppin mad about the piles of youth that are buckling your Chevy’s pad to the winner? Dig this jive! A keen new shovel that all the hep cats are using to flip those big Ricks right out of the sock hop! Man, you know what it is called!

“HIPPADDY RENZADDY’S SUPER-KEENHOOT SCOOP!”

It’s me, “Hip Daddy” Renzaddy! 50 years ago my great grandpappy Renzaddy toppled a pile of stones to death to avenge his death! The eternal war on man’s sin rages on!

5 CENTS OFF!

Teen Accused of "Rocking Around the Clock," Faces Trial ... (PG 3) Joseph McCarthy Arrests Suspicious Pez Dispenser (PG 5)"

Trascript:

"PAGE 2 THE ORCHARD LAKE CORNHUSK, JUNE 18, 1952 INTERVIEW WITH A PROPHET

Our lead reporter Welton Danforth sat down with the enigmatic leader to gain some insight into his holy mission. When they sat down to speak, the controversial religious leader was staring at his hands laughing as he wiggled his fingers.

Silas: Fingers! Wow, there’s just so many of these things! How do you keep track? Hey could someone get me a swig of formaldehyde?

Welton: Good evening. I have never seen a man open his eyes as wide as yours before. What exactly is going on with your face?

Silas: My face is normal! Next question!

Welton: (laughing) Well there’s that charm I’ve heard so much about. Move over, Johnny Carson! Tell me, how do you respond to accusations that the Ciphertologists are a cult?

Silas: Yes!

Welton: So you don’t deny it?

Silas: Look slick, everyone believes in something they can’t prove. Football players believe in “points.” Cops believe in “laws.” Priests believe in “sin.” But show me a law, a point, a sin. You can’t, they’re just ideas. So if you’re going to follow something invisible, why not follow the invisible Triangle that will give you your own planet and crush your enemies into a small screaming cube.

Welton: You’re awfully quick with a turn of phrase, but many others with silver tongues have claimed to be the messiah. What makes you any different?

Silas: Fair point! You know, you’re very perceptive. Has your wife told you that lately?

Welton: (pause) No. No… Janet has not. We are… going through a rough patch.

Silas: Must be hard. All those long nights on the couch, wondering what went wrong.

Welton: Yes… but, how did you know all that?

Silas: I know lots of things, Jack! And I know that when you die at 72 from a goose crashing into your head on a roller coaster, your last thought is gonna be that you wasted your life interviewing hick farmers instead of becoming that great novelist you always dreamed of being! That unfinished novel in your desk drawer…

Welton: …The Reporter Who Went To Mars?

Silas: It could be the greatest book of all time. But you’ll need someone to help you reach your full potential. I think I know a guy! By the way, I’ll need 1,000 dollars immediately.

Welton: Can I give you my watch as a down payment?

Silas: Fine, but only because I like you. Anyway, where were we? Oh right! I was interviewing you. Tell me, how long have you been a Ciphertologist?

Welton: Well, I suppose as of 5 seconds ago, but it already feels like much longer, Mr. Birchtree.

Silas: Please, call me “My Lord And Master.”

Welton: Yes, My Lord and Master. Do you have anything else to add before you go?

Silas: Only this, and I mean it sincerely: HAHAHA-HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA (cont’d)"

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

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Within a month, The Ciphertologists had taken City Hall, renamed Orchard Lake "BillVille" and began stockpiling weapons, human teeth, and multi-colored ball-pit balls from burger restaurants. Townsfolk began shaving their heads and inhaling helium to match the pitch of their leader's shrill charismatic voice, and would participate in "Dream-Ins" inviting Silas's muse "Bill Cipher" to "possess" of up to 30 of them at once, at which point they would often laugh in unison for hours. Construction began of the "Very Normal Giant Metal Portal" in the desert. Travel was banned coming in and out, even for medical emergencies since, as Silas explained, "pain is hilarious!" They began to expand, knocking on doors to spread "The Bad News."

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FIG C: It was pretty easy to spot a Ciphertologist. Can you see what makes them stand out? That's right - their enthusiastic smiles!

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FIG D: The "Golden Bastard" apple, grown only by Ciphertologists, reportedly "screamed" when you ate it."

Transcript: (this one is really weird to trascribe, so sorry if it's difficult to understand)

"THERE’S ONE “EYE” IN TEAM! Can you find it?

In Ciphertology, we encourage you to express your individuality, just like Silas does! That means strict conformity to his exact wardrobe, or else being sent to “The Hole.” You won’t like the hole!

KEEP AN EYE OPEN!

SHAVE A SPOT FOR BILL TO ENTER!

POSTURE

TUCK YOUR SHIRT IN! Order is a Trojan horse for chaos!

GREASE YOUR SHOES! Are you done? ADD MORE GREASE! And MORE!

(Image of two people in matching outfits doing Ciphertologist poses)

Pocket full of yummy glass!

Not pictured - The hot brand we will sear into your flesh. Which part of your body will we brand? It’s weirder than you think!

Did you know?: Therapy is a scam to keep you from the truth. Lean into your natural born mental illness to unlock your true potential!

GO DOOR TO DOOR! SPREAD THE JOY LIKE A DISEASE!

Follow this script to convert the non-billievers!

Hi! Do you have one minute to talk about the triangle who lives in your brain and has seen you naked? . YES → GOOD! The old gods are dead, and BILL ATE THEM! Dig it? . NO → Stare at them until they start crying.

Are you ready to accept him into your mind? . YES → (Continue script) . NO → Eat one of your own fingers in front of them. Don’t break eye contact.

Raise your arms and shriek a perfect E note in the 8th octave at 5,243 Hz. Their skull will shatter. Like a wine glass!

Great! Your new name is: ________________(SEE GUIDE TO CHOOSING CIPHERTOLOGY NAME PG 6) What size robe are you? __________________SEE YOU AT THE WAFFLE HOUSE! (Do Cipher Handshake, devour pamphlet, crawl away upside down)

WEIRDMEGEDDON IS COMING. WEIRDMEGEDDON IS COMING. WEIRDMEGEDDON IS COMING.

CIPHERTOLIGIST'S GUIDE TO DELIGHTSOMENESS, 1952"

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

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ABOVE: The Ciphertology “Brain Seismograph” or “BS” Meter had dials for “gullibility,” “financial liquidity,” “celebrity influence,” “herbs,” and “spices.”

The cult surged in popularity and influence. Silas’s motto “embrace today as if your town is going to be hit by a tornado in exactly 3 & a half years!” was infectious, and he immediately ended all crime by declaring that “everything is legal now!”

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Soon the only unconverted local was unmarried town nag Emmaline Butternubbins. She was convinced there was something “not right” about the mysterious megalomaniacal cult leader. Her protests escalated to her distributing these home-made warning pamphlets to very annoyed children.

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“Most people rejected Emmaline’s message. They hated her because she told the truth” —Emmaline, to her cat Bonbon."

Transcript:

"LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

Conflict became inevitable. When Silas hijacked a local TV station to read an “erotic tale of two trapezoids,” Elk Glen filed a complaint with the FCC. Cipherologists retaliated by pouring 600 gallons of bubble solution in their drinking water. Soon the law became involved.

“Blrbl bll Tbllbl Ciphertobblblblblb” - Hurk Durnsley, Oak Glen City Council

The Cipherologists were ordered to return City Hall, dismantle the “Portal” they were building out of scrap metal and car parts, or face the full force of the Kansas State Troopers. The standoff lasted 13 days, with Silas and his die hard followers holed up in a waffle house chanting “TEETH” over and over again for reasons unknown. Silas was becoming increasingly agitated and erratic, blocking all radio and TV signals into town and ordering his followers to hurry construction of his mysterious metallic project. His body was also looking increasingly pale and desiccated, which he ascribed to his “fantastic diet” of eating nothing but “solid chunks of chlorine and ants.”

BILLVILLE DAILY NEWS June Billeteeth, Billtee-Fifty-Bill PORTAL NEARLY COMPLETE EVERYONE THRILLED, EVEN THE GOVERNMENT! (DO NOT TURN ON YOUR TELEVISION)"

Transcript:

"Finally Emmaline Butternubbins, enraged that no one liked her pamphlets, hurled a torch into the CipherTologists HQ, igniting the helium tanks, blasting out the windows and destroying Silas’s machine. Troopers opened fire as Silas’s followers held hands and began singing “WE’LL MEET AGAIN” in defiance. Silas, riddled with bullet holes, grabbed a megaphone, leapt atop the inferno, grinning wildly as he was engulfed in flame.

“YOU CAN’T KILL A MAN WHO’S ALREADY DEAD! IF YOU TAKE ME DOWN, I’LL BE BACK, MORE POWERFUL AND MORE ANNOYING THAN YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE! REMMEBER- REALITY-”

At this point, Silas Birch Tree’s head fell off, flies swarmed from his mouth and he collapsed into a grey husk. A coroner declared Silas BirchTree dead for a second time. Black helicopters evacuated the site and the city was erased from all official records. Mrs Butternubbins was awarded the Medal of Honor, which she used as an ashtray.

On the Lighter Side “QUIRKY NEWS!” CULT DISBANDED, 9 DEAD Slow news day? Well we gotta fill these pages somehow! In an oddball story that’s definitely out there a remote Orchard Lake’s homespun cult committed a laundry list of heinous crimes. Trashed walls, buildings, and tank-wielding federal agents stormed the “Cipherologists” headquarters. The panic escalated as the “Cipherologists” leader offered everyone a bag of candy and destroyed the stockade on a rented lemon- but just gave everyone you love from the ability to express their emotions. We are out of terrible diarrhea. It is unclear if this was his intention or not. We are out of things to say in this piece, no one really cares what happens in Kansas."

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"ONLY KNOWN PHOTO OF SILAS'S BODY, 1952"

Transcript: "LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS

Although BillVille has faded into urban legend, hidden remnants remain for those who know where to look. It is even said that there are straggling members out there, still holding out hope for Silas’s return.

(RIGHT: IRONIC T-SHIRT SOLD ONLINE)

In cults, this is a common phenomenon. Human beings are so hungry for a confident voice to guide them in an uncertain world, that they’ll follow anyone, even a madman, wherever he goes. Usually off a cliff.

But there was something different about Silas Birchtree. The more I research, the more of his predictions I’ve seen coming true. Recently I was going through old records when I found Silas’s final words, tucked away in a lost letter he wrote before the standoff, a message unseen until now.

His message was:

“At least this will make a fun chapter of your book, Donna!”

My name is Donna Rutherford. Yesterday, I was a Lutheran. As of today, I am a Ciphertologist.

[CODE]"

Code decoded: "YOUCANTKILLANIDEA"

[fearecia]

Putting this in a pinned post to make it easy to find/share. We all know how Tumblr is about things (and to be fair, I'm terrible and inconsistent as hell with tags).

Link to the "shoulder release" document:

Notes about this guide:

This is a WIP, and still very much in the rough draft phase. Please forgive typos/errors. I literally haven't done a single edit yet.

The document focuses on releasing shoulders as a way to treat neck tension and migraines. Seriously, just trust me. It helps.

Carpal tunnel? Tennis elbow? Golfer's elbow? AC (acromioclavicular) joint injury? Rotator cuff problems? Tight upper back? Sporadic numbness in your arm? Seriously, just try the muscles already listed. You'll likely find at least some relief. Like, if it involves the upper body, release your shoulders.

I've done my best to make this able to be understood by people without massage training. So if it seems like it's covering really "obvious" info, that's intentional. Just skip the section if you already know things.

A lot of massage therapists may balk at me telling you to dig around in your own armpit. We're taught in school to avoid the area. Why? Because there's a crap ton of nerves and blood vessels there. *Which is precisely why releasing this area is so powerful.* There's also a ton of muscle (on yes, basically everybody) here that will protect all those structures. It's honestly really safe so long as you stick to "In pain, refrain!" And read the other rules too.

90% of the time, the culprit is one of the four muscles listed (or any combination of them). If you are someone who exercises a lot/does yoga/is otherwise pretty physically active, you are more likely to fall into the 10% of people who will have their issue somewhere else/it will just be really hard to find. So bear that in mind.

Sadly, this sort of thing will probably never be a "one and done" type of deal. Most of the things we do every day steadily build up to cause problems, and you have to constantly work to undo that entropy. So save these notes for future you.

And just in case you want to know what the hell qualifies me to make this sort of document, here are my "quals."

My first career attempt was nursing. While this did not go well (doctors don't really appreciate autistic students willing to question their authority) I learned a shit ton about the body. I became a student teacher for the anatomy and physiology class because I was so good at it (and that professor used to teach the pre-med students). A&P is now literally one of my special interests.

8 years as a licensed massage therapist focused exclusively on injury therapy. I studied Rolfing techniques, and primarily used trigger point therapy, structural integration, and myofascial release as my tools. Clients liked to joke that going to see me was like seeing the physical therapist (they weren't wrong).

Some of the stuff I share is literally self taught through "following the tension" in clients bodies. Like, I developed some of my protocols. And then practiced and refined them over 100s of bodies. The goal was always the most efficient and least painful way to achieve lasting release.

I eventually destroyed my shoulder doing massage (which was injured long before this career due to an AC joint sprain gotten when I was 20). Bonus, this means I'm *very* practiced at releasing my own shoulders.

I'm now a mechanical engineer, which just means I now have the engineering knowledge to understand to the force transferrence patterns I saw in clients all the time. Kinesiology is the same thing as statics and dynamics.

Hopefully that helps put perspective into things. I'll update this post as new versions of the document come out. I have a ton on my plate right now (who am I joking; I always have a ton on my plate), so please be patient waiting for updates.

[paintedcomputer]

* new post since I lost the others

anyway!

hi there! would you like to join a Multi Animator Project based off the video game Entropy Zero [specifically the second game] with the song Language of the Lost?

this MAP will be about Wilson and Clone with how they interacted and got along down in the basement. the map also features Aiden who shows up closer to the end

we have a discord server set up for anyone wanting to join it. I organize everything here to showcase that parts are taken and to see progress happen v

no one is required to join it although preferred

I have a Document with the entire script that also features taken parts! the doc itself also has the designs but unsure if they’ll be blurry or not so feel free to ask me for the designs if off the discord

* while encouraged to play the game to join, it’s fine if you find a playthrough on youtube to understand everything about the game instead. plus I don’t mind explaining parts better with in game screenshots [if it lets me]

* no one is forced to do a specific kind of animation. I’m fine with pmv parts or something actually animated, I have no preference

* I am open to people making thumbnails! kinda like a thumbnail contest I guess where you make a thumbnail using all three characters [+ any extras]. I don’t really have a tag for it but I guess something like #entropy zero map or somethjng idk. you can always just send me them directly [which then I’ll pin it if sent on discord through dms]

I look forward to seeing more parts get taken and I’m slowly trying to grasp animation better so I could potentially take a part or few :]

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

empire of death thoughts+reactions part 1

previously onnnn (super short sdlkfj)

HOP ON, COWBOY

sdlkjs morris a literal 13 year old having guns on his lil' scooter thing.is UNIT ok.

omg even the vlinx TOT

the birds will sings again!!!!!!

dust of death mmm delicious alliteration

"im sorry there's nothing we can do. we're dead" vibes

loving this action sequence ngl

WATCHA TALKING ABOUT

maybe is not [insert character]. maybe mrs flood is just an old lady who is Like This.

"my true name" "ur true maker" whats her true maker if not RTD!!! / clowning

"we've got worse problems" that's gonna come back to bite him skdfljdskl

does anyone remember the clara / 1 paintdoktahwho comic "dont take that one. take the tv"

thats what im thinking ot

(askdjlad UGH my iplayer stopped so i refreshed and while skipping to the place i think i spoiled my self for susan ?? TOT sutpid internet stupid preview skipping thumbnail function grrrr) im not a tardis smasher in general but the memory tardis….. would. maybe

"remember it harder" i would be a useless companion here tbh. memory of a goldfish.i would doom the earth.

IT'S A TV SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S TELLING THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE

I MADE A JIGSAW OF YOUR HISTORY SDKLFJSLKJF

AAAAAGHHH

sdflkdfj sutekh spining in the vortex. 2 cute

the temple……….. tardis as the thing in the hill meta INTENSIFIES

"so many secrest" um TIMELESS CHILD FUGITIVE MEMORIES FOBWATCH????

oh ok i jut got spoiled for the clip OF susan sdlkfjdskl FALSE ALARM FOLKS

"never yours again, never"

my angels of death………………..

"i find that good" i feel they did this same exact phrasing once for a "death is beautiful" monster like this but i cant remember which story?

also, flux? flux anyone? 13 vs entropy itself?

"i am an extinction event" OOF

(oh this clicks on why the doctor clings sm to living / immortality despite how much it hurts)

memory is a time machine TOT idk but that Hits Harder

"sutes" dlkjfslfk cute

"and doesnt it feel good?" holy shit

yayy mel's not dead yet

MEL GRABBING SIX'S COAT IM FINEIM FINE IM FINE

(idk why but that's what's made me cry slkfjsd)

"ruby roo" sdkljsfd

lasdkj if a regular tardis is 6 people driven then a memory tardis is probably meant to be piloted by every single doctor and companion ever

"meleanie b" TOT (doctor trait unlocked: when 15 is stressed he intensifies on the cutsey nicknames)

CHEKOV'S INGELLITEN GLOVE !!!!! damn i thought for a second about putting that on my bingo card but didnt skldfj

i like that the subtext of "when disaster comes, he's there" / "the tardis is an ommen of death" & "he has one constant companion… death" isn't literally being stated as being "sutekh did it lol" lol cause that would feel a lil cheap. i think instead rtd took a smarter choices of keeping that subtext, but keeping it that stricly speaking what sutekh did was just putting the susan copies everywhere.

73 yards……………

omg wait so in a memory tardis u can remmeber anything to existence………….. what if heiimagines susan at the end

(MOLECULAR BOND ROGUE CALL BACK?)

73 yards…………. HOW DO U KNOW THAT. I JUST DO. SHE'S JUST GOOD AT CONVERTING UNITS DAMN. LET RUBY BE GOOD AT UNIT CONVERSIONS DOCTOR.

ohh wait so this connects perception filters and 73 yards. put on a pin on that (and presumably……. taking down the perception filter is what happened re: ruby? that's why people ran away? people saw beyond her perception filter to the elderitch abomination bellow?)

"you've landed on earth a 100th times" is probably a huuude understimation lol

"she was reborn stronger each time. this monumental figure" dr. who as a cultural institution meta

shots outside the tardis my beloved

1999….. the movie... 2005 …. obvious. 1066 was the fire of london right? with 5?

this is rlly working for me ngl. dr who is all about death meta but it's literal but it's not

and a lso the whole. when u are a time traveler everyone is already dead. we must be like ghosts to u . etc etc

telos… THE OOD SPHERE noooo

mel being like "well…. at least 1% of the universe is fine. that's all right then" .

this |5 "it's all my fault" beat feels a lil' weird until u remember [all the traumas] / flux trauma and then it's like yeah i getchu doc i too take everything bad that happens as proof that it is my fault even tho, factually, it makes no sense as a reaction. trauma/depression girlies united.

THE SUN IS DEAD. rip 42's sun.

omg thank u sutekh for finally fixing that over-blue colorization in the unit set. not all heroes wear capes tbh.

aaaand the end.

fade to black.

doctor who is done! we can all go home and become trekkies everybody. congrats!

[thedissonantverses]

I wanted to thank you for being a positive voice in the fandom right now. I've been working on a long fic with the idea that the scenes we get in game are from my Rook's POV and the in between is from the Companions', and I've been having a lot of fun with it. I don't think I'm ready to post it yet since I'm still writing the In Entropy's Grasp chapter. But I've written some later chapters that have given me emotional damage! I've pinned down how I want to write the narrative pacing for Lucanis, Neve, Spite, and Taash! It's been a blast

-fangenstein (asking on anon cause my main is basically a load-bearing banana for my blogs)

Thank you!!! I am working really hard to balance my more impulsive need to yell with actually supporting other creators and I’m glad it’s helping!!! It’s honestly been a net positive coming back to the fandom after so long and carving out this space for us!! I’ve made some awesome friends and I’m creating again myself and that’s such a good feeling! And I’m just like glad you’re writing again and having a good time like that’s awesome.

Can’t wait to read and share your story!!! It sounds right up my ally I’ve been enjoying seeing people flesh out the relationships between the team.