#holyman

[razishirazi]

A holy man said...

A thousand and hundreds of years ago, a wise and holy man said: “If you neither believe in religion nor fear the hereafter, then atleast be free from Tyranny and Arrogance”.

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[petorahs]

wait this is so cool :O op also says: "is the chess movement intentional? does the tiled floor mean anything? probably not but its cool to think about"

to supplement, a quick google search about the roles of knights/bishops and rooks mean this:

......"crow with black plumage", or "to trick" sounds very akechi!

joker's could be anything really, but the second definition of bishop being weaver bird of either red or black plumage is noteworthily complementary to akechi's rook.

birds of a feather / two sides of the same coin...

[thebitchbehindtheslaughter]

Please click for better quality!

Today’s prompt was rosary! (There’s a rosary in his hands, I promise, I know it’s hard to see—)

Prompt list under the cut~

[faithdeans]

this is so stupid but i never even THOUGHT about telling myself i'm not sinful/wrong etc to comfort myself it literally never even crossed my mind that it's something i could say to myself. maybe it's bc they teach you that you can't absolve yourself but??? hello idk what my point is

[chirpybirdy]

when gale said, "I really did believe that if there would be only two B-17s left it would be you and me flying them." i took that as gambling always ends in loss and that one day buck thought they simply wouldn't come down.

[seriouscrumpet]

"Miss Hobart" was the second De Havilland DH-86 Express to be built, and one of only four to have a single-crew cockpit layout. Transported by sea to Australia, it arrived in August 1934 and was assembled at RAAF Laverton. Holyman’s Airways at Launceston (LST / YMLT), Tasmania, Australia took delivery on October 1st, and the aircraft entered service on the Tasmania-Melbourne route on October 3rd. Miss Hobart disappeared over the Bass Straight on 19 October 1934 with no trace found of aircraft or the 12 persons on board. https://www.airliners.net/photo/Holyman-s-Airways/De-Havilland-DH-86-Express/2013714 https://tasmaniantimes.com/2018/10/the-mystery-disappearance-of-the-airliner-miss-hobart/ https://airlinehistory.co.uk/airline/holymans-airways-i/

D.H. 86 "Miss Hobart" photographed in 1934

[mndvx]

So why does it take now years to make 8 or even only 6 episodes while in the past they did like 26 in a year? Each year for years?!

it's because HD quality has demons in it, it takes longer to come out because they gotta get a holyman to exorcise the demons out of every frame, many such cases, this didn't happen back when they shot everything on film or under 720p because the demons were only in the producers

[holymanegang]

Circle Pattern Design. "Car la vie humaine est une triste boutique, décidément. – Une chose laide, lourde & compliquée. L'art n'a point d'autre but, pr les gens d'esprit, que d'en escamotter le fardeau & l'amertume" Gustave Flaubert. Holy Mane is an illustrator. She creates pattern design. Holy Mane gang is a colllection who celebrate the pink and dark feminine energy.

[apoemaday]

Crying for a Vision

by Jim Janda

To cry for a vision is a sacred task

after hearing a holyman after taking a sweat bath with sage and sweet grass

one must climb a mountain alone—

here a song may be heard here a vision may be given here a dance may be learned—

one must then leave the mountain

to sing the song to live the vision to begin the dance

[vixensdungeon]

Deadvent Calendar: Day 20

St. Holyman

Lawful Vicar

Player: Katharina Holmwood Strength—11 Intelligence—9 Wisdom—13 Constitution—16 Dexterity—11 Charisma—9

Notable possessions: Deck of cards

Cause of death: Drew the queen of spades

[white-cishet-snail]

Had a self professed "wandering holyman" Come into the lobby today looking for a place to stay. Couldn't rent to him because he didn't have a credit card.

He told me that I was betraying my divinely ordained path and the wisdom evident in my beard by not renting to him.

[sparingiscaring]

A Devil?

He tips his hat to you as you approach, and shakes your hand as you introduce yourself. He reciprocates in a high, hollow-toned voice - “against all odds,” he is the Fair Deacon, though he more resembles a Devil in fashion and in face. You are brought into the fold with just a few words, a matter of money between a Promising Socialite and a Soft-Voiced Painter, and the disagreement is dismantled in even less, though the resolution is more parting than repairing. For a moment, you too intend to turn, content that your artistic individuality is more important than the vision of some creativity-devoid host, and content that your novice hand could do a thousand paintings better than that passionless bohemian, until a gloved hand stops you.  “Not your lessons.” The Fair Deacon insists with wide eyes and a low tone, as the impulse fades from your system. “Unless you want it, of course, but it simply wasn’t intended for you. That’s all.” A smile dances at the corner of your mouth, as he withdraws his hand, only to offer the other one for a shake. “Care to speak for a moment more?”

Leigh Corbyn, The Fair Deacon - A Summary

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It’s hard to find a Londoner who knows nothing of the Fair Deacon. Leigh Corbyn - he’s at every function worth attending, with fingers dipped into the custard of every pie worth tasting - and, of course, ladies and men and all others tell tale of his romantic escapades in the city, marking him to those in the know as surely-a-favorite of the Bazaar. He’s a hard man to forget, when one dares to pry deeper into those who claim to know the real Deacon. 

Those in the Honey Dens claim to know him best - he was one of their own, after all, once he arrived from the surface, still going by Emery and jumping every time anyone addressed him by name. Criminals laugh when he’s mentioned, one of their number who got out of the game with a spotless record, claiming his silver tongue and boyish charm saved plenty of skin when robberies went wrong, playing the part of some lovesick admirer who simply had to take a chance on his heart, and break in to see his adoration up close. Reports from the Church are less uniform; half of the lot call him a devil in disguise, and half call him by the title of ‘Bishop’ instead of Deacon. Deacon or Bishop, Bohemian or Criminal, one thing stands true above all else - the Fair Deacon is a man of many masks, and none have a full picture of the face beneath.

Born to wealthy surface parents and running away with a lover in young adulthood, the Deacon has always been a conman. He’s never even been a Deacon - it was just a title that stuck after years of using it, even if he’d had enough heat on him to retire the wayward holyman schtick. On the surface, it was live fast and die young, and not much changed when he found himself in the Neath. Soulless, with a nasty absinthe habit, and too busy indulging in every vice to remember a name or face - that’s the place the one Deacon Leigh Corbyn found himself in, when a woman who could have been anyone to him let slip a tale of a diamond the size of a cow.

A lot has changed since those early days. Leigh’s a married man thrice over now, though he’s still unsure if his loving marriage to Poor Edward was ever legal, and if that impacts his other current marriage to Baxter Berkeley, and a businessman who successfully funded and ran the GHR to completion. He’s saved the city from a slow and forceful drugging into lovelorn stupor, traveled deep below London to eat from a living moss that glows beneath his skin, and sits comfortably as friend to the old Royalists of Hell by playing their modern fellows and the Church like fiddles, and if one knows to ask, he’ll happily regale the tales of how he and Sugarplum (his lovely dog, why would you imply he belongs to another?) made it through each of their capers with only a scar or two to show for it.

Just don’t ask him about the origin of the faint sculpt-lines on his left arm or along his chest, or the small gills visible at the base of his neck. On a good day, he’ll laugh it off, and excuse himself from the room, only to never speak to you again. On a bad, you’ll get an earful of reprimands about the social contract and a scathing letter to your employers. On the worst, though, you’ll be handed a shot of absinthe, and the truth from the man himself.

“I can’t do anything more than guess at it, these days." The Fair Deacon taps the edge of his glass against the side of his head, using the rim as if to mimic a scalpel slicing through. "Cut those memories out a long time ago, trying to forget the feeling of whatever did this to me. At least it wasn’t half as bad as the first try." And then, the Deacon grins the sort of smile that only can come after one is too tired to cry anymore, and too inebriated to simply stop. "Say, have you of a man called Emery Hyde?”

Light Finger's, Your Own False Star

Crooked-Cross, Schismatic

Hedonistic > Austere, Heartless = Magnanimous, Subtle > Steadfast

Important/Canon ES's : The Bloody Wallpaper, My Kingdom for a Pig, Codename: Sugarplum, For All The Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Paisley, Homecoming, The Ceremony, Caveat Emptor

Closest To : Hell, but especially closest to those still serving the Devil Princes.

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[sekkyousha]

Need to introduce you to a character I want to add to my unholy lore. I'm still working on his design, but he'll keep his cross-head for now.

This is Holyman. He doesn't have a real name yet. I know it is basic, but idgf

This is a pose I was working on, but it was taking too long, and God knows I'm a freaking sloth 🦥

I'll show the final gif once I'm done :)

[mourningmaybells]

there's so many old biblical movies that invent a female character just to tempt a holyman, or portray an already existing biblical character as her most femme fatale self, that salome 1953 stands as such a stark contrast. even if she does strip in the movie and weaponizes the impulses of lecherous men. and is kind of bland. still, a weird outlier

[texas-gothic]

I know the idea of civic religion isn't a material way of analyzing the USAmerican situation, but I'm honestly starting to think it's not inexistent. Like, you are no more likely to convince a liberal that voting is not the magic political fix-all they think it is than you would have been to convince a pre-historic holyman that butchering that goat was not going to bring the rain back.

[oceanic-recollection]

For Oceanic as a whole, what was it like before the mass ascension?

Did you have brands? What was the relationship between you are your citizens, or the ancients in general? How did you feel about the ones that did maintenance on your puppets and cans? What do you think of the decision for them to make you to be able to disconnect from your cans?

<FDM> didn't need repairs all that much. mostly just help with upgrades. the people who helped me with those were really nice...

<BVQT> Similarly to Dew, I rarely required repairs, becoming fully independent in such after preliminary exams showed I was competent enough to not destroy my own body.

<BVQT> Those who repaired us, our teachers and our administrators were mainly one in the same. We were fairly low-maintenance after all.

<TSF> and you took over repairs, basically the second you got your diploma.

<BVQT> I did, yes.

<TSF> there were a couple of guys who came over to help with repairs a lot, before dew came, if quiet was busy with something. they were pretty nice, and, probably knew my can better than i did at the time~

<TSF> i stayed in contact with them for a while, although we weren't exactly "friends" or anything. honestly, i'm pretty sure the main reason we stayed in contact was because of that whole "head incident"...

<GRP> man you were SOOO scared of him after that

<GRP> you didnt look him in the face for like twelve moon cycles@!!

<TSF> ...yeah.

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<WM> Quiette, Gamma und Myselffe all had Brandes based off of our various Hobbyes. I bellief that the Later Multitooles were in factte based on a desiggne by Quiette emselffe, whilste the cloths that were manifactured for myne own brande were based of the things I frequentley woree.

<UPSILON> I wanted a brand, I really did! But the design my dear administrator, may he rest peacefully and with no worries, gave to me was simply not acceptable by the standards of those ad holder... people. It was a dark time, truly.

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<APIS> Being able to walk around is pretty useful! I guess our creators wouldn't have given it to us if they knew we'd mostly just use it to stare at common-er creatures, so I'm glad we all decided to do that after they... left...

<GRP> they must've thought we were SUPER boring...

<APIS> Yeah, us outskirters didn't really do much before they left lmao

<APIS> We did our job, they did theirs, and that's preddymuch all there was to it.

<GRP> and it was boring!

<GRP> i used to sneak out ALL the time whenever my admin was asleep and go to feathers's cause his city was the only one that wasn't totally boring sorry quiet

<APIS> And I went with you.

<GRP> and youuuu went with m!e!!!

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<TSF> none of our citizens really saw us as gods, if that's what you're asking. personally, i was a holyman, unable to be a god.

<FDM> and the rest of us were little kids who didn't deserve the title.

<TSF> or equals, who shouldn't have had the title forced on them.

<FDM> ...right.

<FDM> i didn't ever really interact with the people who lived in my city. most of them stopped eating not too long after i was finally built, and the rest grew their own food in fear of... prosecution, i think?

<BVQT> However sad that is it does remind me of something to do with my own ancients.

<BVQT> I recall that some of them believed my voice was soothing. Specifically, a good voice to sing nursery rhymes to children. In the promotion of a campaign meant to instate a law that would forbid parents from starving their children before they were truly affected by the cycle, I was commissioned to sing a small tune made specifically for the event. I still find myself humming it sometimes as it was quite catchy!

<BVQT> Gamma assisted me in that campaign, if I recall correctly. She cared very deeply for her citizens, and they cared for her in kind - I recall her administrator actively sought her out in every reincarnation of themself that was able to, specifically to request to care for her once more.