#ineffible hus

[grey-and-green]

“I forgive you”

Right, okay, yes, so.

Been rewatching Good Omens and definitely not also listening to sound recordings of a few choice scenes I made and hyperfixated on and listen to on repeat in the car and I just had some Thoughts about the forgiveness stuff. I have no idea if this really means anything, but the hyperfixation won’t stop until I write it down.

There are four instances where Aziraphale directly references forgiveness to Crowley.

In chronological order:

1. “Then god forgive you”: Job Minisode.

2. “May you be forgiven”: bandstand breakup.

3. “I forgive you”: post bandstand breakup outside the bookshop.

4. “I forgive you”: Final Fifteen

1: This one intrigues me. It’s the only time Aziraphale invokes the idea of God’s forgiveness, but it’s also in response to Crowley following, literally, the will of God. It seems that Aziraphale is saying it’s wrong to follow orders that go against your moral compass and/or your moral compass should say that hurting kids is bad WHILE ALSO accepting that God actively wants the kids to be hurt. And Aziraphale thinks that he, himself, will Fall because the went against the plan - he doesn’t think God will forgive him for saving the kids - so why say “God forgive you” to a demon when he doesn’t expect that same forgiveness? Y’all, I don’t know. Aziraphale’s moral struggles and cognitive coping mechanisms are a mess.

2: In response to Crowley insulting the Great Plan. Interestingly, we’ve moved away from God’s forgiveness specifically. Even more interestingly, Crowley actually responds: “I won’t be forgiven, not ever. Part of a demon’s job description - unforgivable, that’s what I am”. Crowley seems almost upset (?) by this fact, and Aziraphale is definitely pitying after he says it. I feel like this is a moment that impacts Aziraphale’s perception of Crowley’s feelings about being a demon - likely that, in his mind, it confirms his own coping mechanism assumption that Crowley must not like being a demon, because being a demon is bad. That Crowley must, deep down, want to be forgiven. What could go wrong with this line of reasoning????

3: The next time they talk after the bandstand, when Crowley wants to run away. Specifically, after Crowley calls Aziraphale stupid. I think Aziraphale moving to “I forgive you” supports the idea that he thinks Crowley wants forgiveness. And this was such a small ‘offence’ that forgiveness doesn’t even seem necessary? But, in context, it reads as words-of-affirmation and an attempt to show affection. God may not forgive demons, but my angelic forgiveness is something I can give to him.

4: So. The Final Fifteen. It’s mean, it’s hurtful, but it sounds like it hurts Aziraphale as much as it hurts Crowley?

And with the assumptions above, is it code? I know you’re hurt, I can see you lashing out as a coping mechanism, I know how hard this is, even if you can’t be an Angel again, I still love you.

GIFs, in order, from @ineffablyruined, @tenthrees, @fuckyeahgoodomens, and @astrhae.

[drunkenmantis]

☀️🌙

[earth-angel-will-you-be-mine]

the fact that ineffable bureaucracy went from a silly ship off one conversation to canon is genuinely SO crazy to me but in a good way . caught me off guard more than 99% of the other surprises

[alahasta]

even if they did, neither would file for divorce because neither can bear the thought of doing all the paperwork

I only got one gripe with the tag "ineffable divorce", and it's something no one is willing to admit.

It implies that either one wanted to be separated in the first place.

[wdapteo]

no Dan and Phil we called you INSUFFERABLE husbands, not ineffable hus-

[bl0ndwavespoetrycorner]

𓆙 An Unfinished Painting 𓆃

✩ a poem for Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined) ╰➤ topic: unfinished

I feel like an unfinished painting That fades in the shadow of your glow, That pales in the crimson-hued vertigo; So imperfect in its framing.

You're like Michelangelo's David – A body that displays a perfect ratio; My heart beats in a staccato, My muse had never been so vivid.

⭒

AO3 link – kudos &/or comments are very welcome X

~Silvie⭒

[mxliv-oftheendless]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Ahhh thank you!!

Square Hammer - Ghost

The Great Chinggis Khan - The Hu

HALA HALA - ATEEZ

Pa Pa Ya - Babymetal

Sugaan Essena - The Hu

I tag @charismaticbandgeek @ladyshandioftheendless @it’s-all-ineffable @smokeandmirrorz @starfishes-and-watercolors @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @misty-doodles @slavet0thegrind !

[skinnyscottishbloke]

Nine People You’d Like to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @onthedriftinthetardis thanks love! <3

3 Ships

Ineffable Spouses (duh!!)

Merthur

Elliot/Hardison/Parker from Leverage

First Ship

The first one I read fic for was Doctor x Rose (there are some great Nine/Rose ones out there, but also of course my babies Ten and Tentoo/Rose). The first ship I was heavily invested in as it was airing though was Booth x Brennan from Bones. I would write up summaries of each episode and highlight how it advanced their relationship. Looking back I really always have been a Tumblr girlie lol.

Last Song

One (Hu)man One Vote by Johnny Clegg and Savuka (check out the amazing live performance here; sheer perfection)

Currently Reading

endless ineffables fic; just re-read Factory Settings (if you haven’t read it my god please do so immediately, link here ). And here’s another one I just bookmarked https://archiveofourown.org/works/49191853

Last Film

Bright Young Things

Currently Craving

for my stupid overly congested sinus nose to go away thank YOU

No pressure tags @rainbowcrowley @spot-o-bodysnatchin @nelsonandspringforever @crawley-fell @crowleybrekkers @guardian-of-soho @lordoftherazzles @thedoctorajcrowley @winter-seance @wearecrowley and anyone who sees this and wants to do this

[sorbeau]

THIS IS THAT MANIFESTO I WROTE I WANT THE TITLE TATTOOD ON MY EYEBALLS I THINK

The Stars, God, and Most Importantly, You.

There is a fundamental misconception held by most people in the world, in which we believe that we are distinct from everything around us. All of our existence centers on the idea that we are separated from the rest of the universe, and we foolishly act as if we are not built from the stars just as everything else on our planet is. We deceive ourselves into thinking that we are not part of the universe, but watchers and controllers of it.

I was raised by three instead of the American standard of two. My mother was a woman of gentle guidance, my father was a man of simple resolve, and my stepfather was a man of complex science. Describing him as a “man of science” may sound cold and distant, but in my experience, science is anything but. Yes, he was the traditional ex-Christian religion doubter scientist pessimist, but he was anything but cold. Where my mother taught me empathy, and my father taught me responsibility, my stepdad taught me curiosity and truth. 

By teaching me about science and the natural order of things, he instilled in me the gift of investigation and wonder, and through a clinical eye he showed me the complex, improbable wonders of the world. He showed me how flowers reproduce before I learned to write, and he taught me that the smell of rain is petrichor from the earth instead of how to tie my shoes. From him, I learned to ask “why?”.

This being said, my step-father gifted me with three core ideals: 

Science is the only truth in this world, if it cannot be proven, it cannot be.

There is no true God.

If you believe something to be true, fight for it.

This list may be controversial to some. Especially those who enjoy the comfort of religion, but before you storm off in a rage to deliver me passionate speeches on the glory of Allah, or God, or Whoever, listen to the rest of my statements. My step-father is a cold and critical scientist, but I have decided that the science he gave me is nothing short of kind and loving.

Everything I’ve been given, from my name to my ideals, has been changed and morphed to fit me comfortably, and this includes my definition of science and reasoning. This isn’t to say that I’m giving in to delusion, modern religion still has little resonance within me, but I can appreciate the desperate nature in which human love is channeled through it. There is very little in this universe that we understand, so we tend to explain it using abstract, ineffable terms like “divinity”, and the same goes for ourselves. Still, instead of exploring it using the tool of religion, we use science. To the smallest protons, science still cannot fully explain what is happening in your body, just as religion cannot explain what happens amongst the stars. There is so much of our existence that we will simply never know, and using all of the logic and science given to me by my step-father, it has left me stumped and floundering for an answer for as long as I could ponder the subject. However, I have found my answer.

That answer has always been, and will always be, Chaos, Love, and Time. Life always begins with Chaos and improbability, the chances of a sperm reaching an egg to form a baby, or stars colliding to form new elements have always been infinitesimally small. And yet, Chaos is so widespread and ever-present that there happens to be a sizable planet absolutely chock-full of that Life stuff. Of course, Time, being both the cultivator and the reaper of Life pushes it along its journey and is there to see us off when our Life ends. Chaos is our maker, and Time is our unmaker.

But what happens during Life? What gives it its supposed meaning? What gives it its worth? Love. The only thing that makes this consciousness business bearable is that it’s filled to the brim with Love. I don’t mean the simple “I think that girl is cute” kind of love, I mean the ever-present, all-encompassing, so-huge-and-universal-that-it’s-quite-impossible-to-wrap-my-head-around-without-crying Love (the capital “L” is important).

Love surrounds us at every moment whether we notice it or not. There is love in the way the sun shines, the way dirt holds us up, and the way fruit tastes sweet on our tongues. The universe loves itself in ways that are so complicated that men have spent their entire lives trying to unravel the tangled web of energy, and have labeled it science. Yes, science is a pursuit of love. What could be a grander expression of Love than for a human, made of stardust and milk and earth, to dedicate themself to the understanding of the universe in which they are a part?

I was taught to be a man of science, and in the important ways I am. But science, I’ve learned, is more “divine” than my step-father gave it credit for. We both agree that there is no Christian God, but I believe that if She exists, (God would be a She, I believe, as most mothers tend to be) She is the abstract personification of Chaos, Love, and Time, for which we wonderful creatures worship through Science.

[longlistshort]

Ted Gahl’s paintings for Le Goon at Harkawik Gallery draw you in the more you look at them, revealing layers of imagery.

From the gallery’s press release-

Building on imagery he developed in “Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea,” here he delves further into an ocean of muted memories and historical associations that are legible only as hazy apparitions. Gahl charts a course through an emotionally charged landscape: a trench where isolation and connection embrace, where melancholic figures strain to make contact with an ineffability beyond the border of the canvas. Through a dialogue between small, mid-size, and large-scale paintings on unstretched canvas, Gahl implores us to look under the surface, offering attentive viewers the gift of conjuring new meanings over time.

The frames on Gahl’s smaller paintings are composed of chopped paint stirrers, a nod to the artist’s youth spent painting houses and lattice framing techniques of the past, as well as an interest in blending high and low culture. He juxtaposes smaller figurative works with gargantuan 8-feet tall paintings that cascade down unstretched canvas, rooted in abstraction inspired by landscape. These large paintings are intuitive, with one movement or color influencing the next, allowing the artist the physical space to deepen his investigation of consciousness. He calls these works “tarps,” a nod to the cloths thrown down to catch errant paint drips. Here, he deepens his ethical engagement with the many modalities of paint and creative labor.

The artist employs figuration as a vehicle to explore abstraction, seamlessly gliding between the two methods. Figures are adorned in coats that serve as portals into another dimension, brimming with thin layers of muddy greens, sky blues, and merigold oranges that feel plucked out of a Post-Impressionist painting. Within Gahl’s controlled confines of abstraction, the world enlarges, revealing traces of the night sky, throngs of people, fish in a stream.

Gahl’s work is intensely cinematic, as if projected onto a screen or trapped inside an unraveled roll of film. Several scenes unfold within a single painting, allowing a multitude of emotion to erupt. Fleeting moments of tension abound. Two nude women emerge from a body of water reminiscent of a Georges Seurat or Milton Avery landscape, but their togetherness is fractured by a hulking tower of darkly-hued abstraction. A translucent trio bathing in a deep Rothko red exudes a biblical aura; an outline of an angelic body reaches towards the top of the canvas. Gahl’s airy yet deft brushstrokes feel like wading into a pond, while a ghostlike figure dissolves into the landscape, as if imprisoned in the sparse solitude of a Norbert Schwontkowski painting. The artist plays with the horizon, causing us to question if the shadowy form is sinking into water or simply lying in the grass. Are we above or below ground? Is this death or relaxation? Are they the same thing?

At the heart of Le Goon lives a yearning for connection. Mortality cannot help but leak through the canvases and become personified. Gahl’s work invites us towards intimacy, towards deeper questioning. The answers emerge from the water and evaporate towards the heavens before we can touch them, leaving us only with the feeling of the mist kissing our skin.

—Lauren Gagnon

[dustedmagazine]

Illusion of Safety — Float (Full Spectrum)

Water is the canvas on which life scatters its myriad forms. It’s also the vehicle for nature’s wrath. Within water’s covalent structure, placidity and chaos swirl in a perpetual duel. For the 40th anniversary of his ineffable Illusion of Safety project, Daniel Burke wanted to demonstrate his reverence for this mercurial substance. “I was always in water,” he says, “swimming and later scuba diving, always fascinated not only by the feel of it…but also the sound of it: wave, flow, bubble, crackle, and hiss.” His awe is matched by his realization that climate change begets extreme weather events, and he wanted to represent this powerful but deadly aspect of water in his work: bomb cyclones, storm surges, record-breaking rainfalls, intense blizzards. Float is how Burke reconciles water’s many temperaments. He conjures its calm mirrored surface, the hypnotic splattering of its droplets, its rage-filled violent surges, and the melancholy dance of its foggy vapor across a single extended soundscape.

The initial incarnation of Float was an immersive 16-channel audio experience with video accompaniment. To witness it must have been like being copilot to Mother Nature, as the audio-only stereo mixdown is indelible and haunting on its own. Its fluid frequencies seep between the synapses to secure a home in our collective amygdalae. Burke has woven a multi-hued tapestry from water recordings spanning the spectrum of hydro-human experience: raindrops, thunderclaps, waves, drips, gurgles, and misty sprays. Environmental field recordings add a sense of immediacy and immersion. Burke places us amid the storm, he submerges us in the stream, and he dips our toes into the ocean’s salty waves. His own instrumental recordings, primarily electronics and piano, tie the narrative together. Ambient and noise music conjure a host of water metaphors; Float rises above metaphor; it tells the story of water and the asymmetrical nature of our relationship with the substance. Our survival depends on it, but we don’t appreciate it. We exploit it, and it can destroy us. 

Illusion of Safety has taken many forms over the decades Burke’s been active. His list of collaborators is lengthy. For Float, he’s acting solo, harmonizing with the water itself. This is a personal relationship for him, one that becomes more important as the impact of climate change becomes ever more apparent. As the music reaches its noisiest point and electronic clouds beget distorted peals of thunder and static, Burke is appealing to our lizard brains. We should respect water’s power, even fear it. He punctuates this thought with the title of the piece. What happens when we don’t float in water? We don’t survive.

Bryon Hayes

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

hour in brass... 2!!!

hour in brass…. 2!!!

oh my god anticipatory simulation processor is like the funniest possible starting charm. simply predict whether your action will have an effect

similarly threat anticipation matrix is just "but your surprise attack failed.. because I already knew you were there" which seems a simple effect but i dont think ive seen before in intelligence

hundredfold contingency subprocessor, however, is usually just called "an anxiety disorder". but HUS: Perpetual Mastermind Engine is called "absolute vindication"

oh man lightning archive processor: ambient competence compiler lets you slurp those lore backgrounds up. is that the same speed as solars or whoever?

ooh institutional analysis protocal: stochastic fault diagnostics is interesting. base charm lets you ask questions about an organization, submodules lets you detect when someone goes off script

oh instructive simulation needle… matrix kung fu upload. with catechism encoder it includes intimacies

clarified data assimilator consists of thousands of brain spides scuttling throughout your nervous system… fortunately youve got such high clarity that this doesnt bother you

fkdsjhsf semantic memory encryption lets you lock up memory of a language so you dont have to listen to influence made in that language

ineffable godhead conduit… starmetal and orichalcum antenna extend from the alchemical's skull like a crown. oh whoa this is really fun, gives you a long term project to track

iiiiim going to very vaguely skim the craft charms. love and light

theoplastic engineering protocol, deploy nanomachines to reshape autochthonia. neat! the world, like clay

djdsjdsk multifunction hypodermic apparatus: remote rescue drone. that post about how sakura vaccinated naruto even if she had to get him with a blowdart

biostasis field projector… sleepytime. i think there should be a submodule to use this on yourself

theurgic override matrix. every splat should have a version of this charm it rules. adds to social attempts with particular occult beings, and/or gives you diplomatic immunity

demiurge access key is a ripping name!!! persuades machine spirits and automatons, which i ned to know more about machine spirits to rotate properly

ontological anchor assembly is also just a great name. lot of anti shaping effects here. up to god-ward projector

ooh, machine-prophet engrams… give a machine spirit a task. guessing this is the same flavor of relationship infernals will later have with demons. it gets some nice bennies too. oh and with chaos-ordering nomen they can command fae

wargame simulation matrix…

omnistrategic contingency protocol, plus the revelation that you already had reinforcements coming

theurgic essence capacitor… im really enjoying the physicality of all these

manipulation! which starts with rogue cell isolation protocols: "The Alchemical’s eyes are rimmed with chrome and soulsteel plating, turning her steely gaze into a hall of mirrors filled with tortured souls." like jesus christ. ad the submodules on this one are really fucked up

societal engineering signal is a really good name for a charm. and conceptual entropy module is a really good name for a submodule

transcendent brutality programming. soulsteel needles running along the alchemicals spine retract inward, suspending her sense of empathy. im like making little machine noises with my mouth as i read all this

kjsdhksdjgf infrasonic dread projector. just give someone an inexplicable feeling of dread, within long range. really really really funny

oh my god the submodules on covert communion apparatus. ourrrrrr groupchat

propaganda transmission relay… im really having fun with how nobody knows that the manipulation charms are you

AAA COMPLIANCE ASSURANCE DRONE AAAAAA "The Alchemical implants a miniaturized drone within a victim’s nervous system to monitor compliance with her commands and punish deviation from her orders." AAAAAAA "the drone detonates" AAAAAAA all the submodules are really scary AAAAAAAAA

ah, and the classic personality override spike

living engram override… a soulsteel stud in the alchemicals tongue… leading into MIND DESTROYING PATTERN GENERATOR. holy hell.

sdkfns empathy simulation engine…

synthetic personality subroutine also called "masking"

i like to have a faceless metal mask. i like to trigger instinctive fears.

evidence alteration effectuators… i just need more effectuators. i like that theophany simulation array lets you frame spirits and shit

ooh perception gets an offense tree…

dedicated harmonic targeting is really funny. fuck weaving your missile around cover just phase your arrow through it

YESSSS TACTICAL ANALYSIS ENGRAMS i looove to ask a question

MOTION TRACKING RETICULE? i love a reflexive aim and its a really fun condition for it, really flavorsome

wow perception really wants me to snipe. multisnipe at long range, snipe someone outta hiding

really funny to have both recursively fractal and all-inclusive targeting calculations

huh… optical enhancement: soulgem transponder overlay specifically spots and identifies soulgems

tympanic receptor nodes: signal interception routine lets you overhear prayers and shit

tactical! laser! security grid!

oh magnetoreceptive guidance system is interesting…

yesss mobile sensory drone… i wanna build a guy whos just like absolute mega drones

sdjsdjks sensory overcharge injctor popping a spent cartridge out a port in your skull is SOOOOO good

"clarified psychodynamics" is a great fucking phrase

wait so is heresy detection scanners. and i always love it when an intimacy penalizes guile

i like ocular threat assessment. i like that you can shovel talk people. i like that checking whether theyre actually hostile to YOU is a submodule

behavioral profile library says A rapid-access disk in the Alchemical’s brain sifts through the evidence to better understand her suspect. The subtle whir of the spinning disk makes her deep attention obvious." and i think that many of you will be horny about this. also its a fun bunch of effects

imperfection analysis module ruuuules i fucking LOVE to find a flaw in your form and then help you train about it. and IAM: incisive critique calculations lets you include it as a social roll

huh! empathic espionage safeguards is an interesting effect, instead of opposing RIs with guile you can just race them with your own RI, or profile character

machine-mind hyperprocessor. aka me leaving any conversation

multiphase divinity regulator is a fun name for the dematerial attack charm… oh fun that it lets them hit you back

hi folks. its been a long week. but its time for HOUR IN BRASS

for those just joining us, a new exalted splat is being released; when this happens, i usually lose my shit and liveread through the charms; this time it's the alchemical exalted, golem-robot-communists inside the belly of the machine god autochthon. if you wish to avoid this, you will blacklist #hour in brass

first third of charms:

Howdy Mother Fuckers. its time for HOUR IN BRASS

starting with: the horniest chapter fiction so far

the alchemical paradigm is that you have only so many charm slots for active charms at a time, but that most charms have submodules that add on without taking more slots. they have to swap charms in and out with the rite of reconfiguration. their dice limit is Ess+Attribute BUT one of their biggest charms is going to make their math oh whatever here it comes

TRANSPUISSANT ATTRIBUTE UPGRADE aka transpussy assribute ultima. which raises your resting attribute by 1, starts to stack at higher essences, and comes with a load of submodules to let you swap what attributes are used for what. god im fucking excited to have these around. unwavering sniper calibration to snipe with perception, for example

actually they have a lot of wacky universal charms about integrating with hearthstones, artifacts, stuff like that. robots be customizing bodies. i do want to point out vat surrogate reweaving system, which lets you speed-swap charms once between reconfigurations. i read it and immediately thought camilla hect Go Loud and started cackling

yes alchemicals can still go colossus and eventually turn into cities. though metropolis play is not mechanically supported

ok appearance. starting with radiant iconography array: anima holograms, but they do stuff like become realistic illusions or huge legendary size stuff

emotive aesthetics of the body electric naturally bangs

patriotism-provoking display has many-is-one node and one-is-many node as submodules, whihc are fun

universal advisor comportment is fun, makes you feel sagacious and advisorly

beguiling aestheic perfection is fun, when you socially affect someone they suffer trying to beat your guile for the rest of the scene. i have suffered this irl many times

pheromone regulation system… i cannot make any jokes about this that arent crass. i once knew someone who was turned on by the smell of xbox exhaust

man the submodule tech is really realyl nice. this is a great fucking way for charms to work. you can flashbang people with blinding strobe projector and then on top of that you can choose to enter stealth, steal more initiative, or make it rainbow

its really interesting to me that appearance is getting so many teacherly charms. with illuminating inspiration beacon "The Alchemical’s faith in her students shines through in every aspect of her neon-limned visage"

damn, and from there is psyche-stabilizing beacon, where you radiate such comfort that it helps people resist brain curses

theotropic veneration mantle rocks. project a principle to the exclsuion of others, and those who share the principle see you as a holy figure

i sort of hate glistering obsession nodes. i dont want to glister. it makes people obsessed with me if they can't figure me out

ooh, disguises in appearance subterfuge. including stuff to appear human, or as a dfferent exalted

optical shroud, a classic, predator invisibility

apocryphal operative halo is really interesting, MIB neuralyzer

semiotic flare projector is a really cute concept. almost as cute as supreme icon of battlefield glory. when you kick ass on the battlefield your troops love it, and you can make your enemies hate it, and at e4 you can project it over the entire battlefield

alright, charisma. starting with effective leadership algorithm, both a great example of alchie flavor and of submodule tech bc its just a menu of submodules that let you decide what kinda rolls you use it on, whether youre using faction-building unity or overriding authority mode

oh synergy promoting upgrade is interesting. helps with bureaucracy if youre leadering, gets better if your group likes you, SPU: communal supremacy makes it better if its for a community, SPU: lifestyle cooperation paradigm makes your group like each other

hdkfghdfjsg universal authorization chevron. the cool s. intuitively recognized as a symbol of authority. UAC: axiomatic emblem means even gremlins/fae/undead recognize you with wary deference. UAC: perfected delegation emblem lets you hand out copies to deputies

heresy declaration beacon, lets fucking go

radiant emblem of integrity is interesting… if you speak the complete truth everyone knows that its the complete truth, and it can also authenticate replays of events projected with radiant iconography array. also if you tell the truth and it sucks, gain wp. fantastically built charm. oh the submodule lets you make it permanent and mandatory

electric fervor inspiration is a set of orichalcum electrodes implanted behind the alchemical's jaw. thats fucked up. oh it lets you reset social rolls thats differently fucked up

battle anthem of the alchemical exalted! made it in! oh this is just a menu of songs thats super neat. including thousand work shifts ballad… and double music

similarly with programming language eloquence "A breaker between the Alchemical’s frontal and temporal lobes filters unnecessary emotion from her communications…" im really having fun with this

damn propaganda interdiction signal: void-quelling chastisement means that gribblies can't call on principles to resist your influence to hangout with mortals

something about vox populi broadcast really compels me. its just a charm to speak loudly but you can submodule it to communicate only with allies or to cut through magical silence.. and its speakers implanted in your throat

ideological override circuitry…

FEAR OVERRIDE DEVICE in warfare

homeguard reinforcement clarion… whip up that militia

dexterityyyy okay we're getting into the combat charms now

omg magnetic subdual coils to steal weapons. including a pulse blaster submodule, field projector, magnetron…

protosynthetic ammunition replicator, as expected, but thankully it is reloaded with "an articulated metal tendril". & btw dispersive flash-chaff cluster to make it a flashbang arrow, fulminating conduction charge to make it a stun arrow, concussive overpressure warhead to make it a knockdown, airburst grenade

being able to group all the "fast attack" charms in one place is fun, the submodules have a cute menu of extra ways to use it

damn, blinding velocity actuator upgrades you to a surprise attack if youre fast enough?

i like that gear-driven reflex automation is, past all the prereqs and flavor lines and stuff, exactly one line of charm. and then some fun submodules. wait damn withering counterattck at e3, with tactical reaction matrix

hacking multistrike accelerator to "enact pre-programmed motions" in pursuit of… erm… well… ok wait forget that this is a really cool charm. doesnt use all your initiative on the decisive, this feels like itd be real fun to fuck with espcially with the submodules

dsjksdks subluminous onslaught: kinetic launch catapult lets you like launch a fucking sword to short range. or your fists

ESSENCE PULSE CANNON. lets fucking go. again the submodules are really cool: concussive, focused, precision, de hey. Sieve Devastator Mode. its sheer heft provides her with heavy cover

skjfdsf autonomous assault processors makes (Dex-2) attacks, but dont forget you could be augmened enough for that to be 4 attacks at e2 anyways, 5 at e3 (if i remember the TAU rules right).

oh shitt transmodal rapid targeting system, bend that bullet. psychokinetic vectors. sdhksdfs this damage calculation is really funny. damn this is fully just children of the sun or whatever that game was. epic

TRANSFINITE ULTRAVIOLENCE DRIVE. time stands still. and then you bank attacks, which seems really fun. shjdskf and TUD: omnitactical processing core lets you add more withering attacks on top

oh huh accelerated response system: unwavering precision lets you not take onslaught if you successfully defend against lower init enemies. thats probably not that strong but it feels strong

casualty-minimizing equations is a damn good name

perfectly parallel defensive geometry…

oh light-etched interceptor barrier is fun. roll parry instead of static. and essence absorption screen lets you eat energy attacks with it

autonomous defensive drones AERIAL! actually theyre more like murderbot drones, they orbit and defend you. … damn, they cant be withered and theyve got almost as many hls as a starting character, theyre a pain to take out. their DO Parry is (Dex+1) so they're like fantastic for ranged fighters who dont parry or dodge

precalculated evasion system lets you bank dodge successes… kind of like light-etched interceptor but not. really interesting. hey what its simple?

omnisituational evasive equation is a fantastic name. ts the perfect dodge. OEE: hyperspatial geometry is really fun

cyclical velocity treads! heelies!!!

and then theres… oil slick dispenser nozzles… in your calves. i love wacky races

momentum-charged overdrive engine is a bangin name… a preprogrammed sequence of combat acrobatics

inclding jet boosters in optimized pursuit accelerator… ts really funny that al these red jade rush charms are also like "ugh fine you can also use these to run away if you have to"

transphase engine… walk through fucking walls

sjdflskdf digital precision effectors splits open your fingertips

covert telemetry mode…

counterharmonic scatter system is just like a really fun charm name. im having a lot of fun with charm names. displaces the sound of you

sdjlfsdf flicker-flare launchers are a flashbang to just immediately enter concealment

ooh matchless assassin protocols… reflexively stealth after a disengage or distract

hyperdextrous tentacle apparatus. can someone get astrakiseki on the phone

total perception negation field. if you see me no you didnt. ending, of course, in unseen deathblow calibration

and thats the first third. im like getting really alchemicalpilled rn. its hot

[johnzwerenz]

THE MYSTERY OF WYCLIFF MANOR

The Mystery of Wycliff Manor

                                                   By

                                        John Lars Zwerenz

THE MYSTERY OF WYCLIFF MANOR, A STORY OF HORROR

WILL BE RELEASED WORLDWIDE THIS APRIL OF 2023

AUTHOR: JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

PUBLISHER: GREEN FROG PUBLISHING

THE MYSTERY OF WYCLIFF MANOR, A STORY OF HORROR WILL BE RELEASED WORLDWIDE THIS APRIL OF 2023

AUTHOR: JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

PUBLISHER: GREEN FROG PUBLISHING

TO MARY, QUEEN OF ANGELS

Once upon a time, although not for long, Wycliff Manor was a place of peace and beauty....

AT THE FOOT OF A CASTLE

At the foot of a castle in the gilded, setting sun,

In the warm and fragrant air of a summer’s belvedere,

Through a deep, dense forest a river does run

Winnowing through the trees, azure hued and clear.

And in the languor of the night when stars shine like wines

In a minor tone when the songbirds sighA maiden of regalia, from epochs long gone by

Walks out upon the terrace, gazing on the pines.

Her flowing, dark mane is lovely, long and fair

And her royal gaze is of the sacred night

When songbirds sing in the sad moonlight

Above the many fountains rising in the square.

Yet now, it is not.... The mansion harbors only what is purely evil... It is ancient, cold, old and forsaken...

In order to write The Mystery of Wycliff Manor I wrote only in the early morning hours, when the world was dead, and the only light emanated from a shrouded, cloudy moon. My solitude was sacred, and in writing this book I witnessed many dark things. I began to know the true nature of unmitigated evil, and the all too real dangers which confront us all.  And although the details of this book are fictional, its primary topic, that of a real, empirical hell, is not.  This book is a warning, a grave and prescient one. Yes, there is a hell. I know it now. I pray with my entire being that we are all spared.

  The Mystery of Wycliff Manor was penned with a gravely important eschatological meaning in my mind, addressed to all its prospective readers. This story was deliberately conceived and crafted to serve as a real and solemn notification to all who peruse this book that grave, evil deeds, unrepentant, will lead to eternal loss. That, there is indeed, in ontological existence the reality of an eternal place of everlasting punishment for unrepentant souls who die in a state of mortal sin.  This novel is direct and simple in expressing that absolute objective truth.    

 The teachings of Christ and of the Magisterium of His Church are comprised of a collection of objective facts communicated by God Himself unto sinful humanity and are not to be dismissed as fictional tales made up by the mythological minds of mortal men.  Hell is not the product of men and women possessed with dark and dreamy imaginings.  Nor is it a place of stagnant horrors.  The longer one is condemned to this eternal abode of ineffable terrors, the worse one’s punishments become.  The worse they are seen, heard, tasted and felt - and each of these horrors are devoid of an end.  

  I made use of the specific story in which I espouse in detail the correlative horrors of this manifold truth. This is all done in order for the reader to understand the sobering and stark reality of eternal damnation for the gravely serious and persistent sinner. Hopefully in doing so, the reader becomes edified in the undeniable realities of the darkest realms of moral justice.

  For throughout the history of humanity evil deeds have, like a corrosive thread, corrupted the goodness which God first instilled within the soul of man. At times this evil has found its way into vortexes of certain physical and intangible places where malevolent forces have made their home and reign there supreme and unchallenged. Wycliff Manor is such a place. And if anyone doubts that a single house can be entirely given over to all things evil, then let him read on.   - Author, John Lars Zwerenz

 “But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.” - Proverbs 9:18

This book will be available on a global scale this March of 2023 at a bookstore near you and online the world over.

Copyright © 2023 Green Frog Publishing

 New Novel, Best Selling Author, Horror, Fiction

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ is an American journalist, musician, songwriter, and poet renowned for his classic romantic, impressionistic, and mystical works. Described as the "Monet of the Muses," his poetry inspires readers to feel the powers of spiritual and physical love. Author of twelve books of verse, John is a classic American poet. He lives, loves, and creates in Glendale (Queens), NY. You can meet John on Amazon at:

John Lars Zwerenz Amazon Page

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ is an American journalist, musician, songwriter, and poet renowned for his classic romantic, impressionistic, and mystical works. Described as the "Monet of the Muses," his poetry inspires readers to feel the powers of spiritual and physical love. Author of twelve books of verse, John is a classic American poet. He lives, loves, and creates in Glendale (Queens), NY. 

[aziraphales-library]

hiya! I was wondering if you could recommend any fics (written in last tense) where Aziraphale sees scars on Crowley's feet from when he walked on consecrated ground at the church?

Hello!

Here’s a few fics you might like:

As I Have Loved You by summerofspock (T)

Aziraphale takes care of Crowley's burned feet after the church scene.

Kiss It Better by KannaOphelia (T)

Might as well admit it all. Well, not all. Probably not the right moment for I love you, I've always loved you, you took my world when you walked away, my reason for not even caring that I've been damned, I've been stalking you like the creepy demon I'm supposed to be ever since, do you know you're beautiful?  "I thought you were saying we were nothing to each other, and I said things I didn't mean. I'm sorry, all right?"

There was a long moment in which Crowley stared at his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for Aziraphale to say something. Counting breaths. Six breaths. Seven, eight...

"I have first aid supplies in the bookshop. Come along now, don't dawdle, dear boy."

"Yeah. Yeah, right. Fine. If you like."

* * *

The obligatory post-Church bombing scene every Good Omens author must write. With foot-kissing.

And here’s some smutty ones:

Matching Pieces by ivoryline (E)

 The sight of the angel kneeling before him, washing Crowley's feet with what was shockingly like reverence sparked to life the ache in his chest that he had been carrying around for at least a few thousand years. He felt all at once too big for his corporation and insignificant in the weight of the moment they were in.

Easing the Pain by Blueroses_23, OKami_hu (E)

A soft but steamy 'between the scenes' scenario where Aziraphale tends to Crowley's injuries in the aftermath of the church bombing/Nazi rescue.

If you have any other recs, please leave them in the notes!

~ Mod G

[kkomisfish]

Probably the last render i'll do in a while cuz studies are ending me

[perhapsitmaybedragons]

Drunken Confession

This was one that was submitted to someone else as a request, but a few of us wrote it. Another ficlet.

“I've never been drunk before,” Aziraphale started, but Crowley interrupted.

“Bollocks. I'm sorry, Angel, but bollocks. I've seen you drunk loads of times.”

“If you'd let me finish?” Aziraphale said tersely. “What I meant to say was that I've never been drunk in public. Humans seem to have a lot of fun with it. I usually watch how much I imbibe when we go to the Ritz. I've only been to a pub a handful of times. I just think it might be interesting.”

“Interesting. Ok.”

“And of course, I'll need a designated driver.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley rubbed at his temples, “You can sober up whenever you like. You also walk everywhere or take the bus. Why would you need a designated driver?”

“Well, I suppose chaperon is more like it. What if I don't behave myself? What if something goes wrong?”

“Then why do you want to do this anyway?” Crowley groaned. “We can get good and sloshed here. Or even back at my place, if you'd like.”

“I just think it would be interesting. Nice change of pace.” And Aziraphale gave him that hopeful look. Crowley looked away, trying to hide just how damn smitten he was.

“Fine.”

And so the following Friday they found themselves at the nicest pub Crowley was able to find. He didn't think his usual haunts would be up to Aziraphale's standards, no matter how much the angel insisted he just wanted a normal, close to human night.

“Just water,” Crowley muttered to the bar tender as Aziraphale quickly knocked back multiple shots, one right after the other. “Oi, it's not a race. You can pace yourself, you know?”

“I know, I know,” Aziraphale brushed him off. “Could you find somewhere for us to sit, dear? I'll be along in a minute,” turning his attention back to the bartender, he added. “And one more shot and then I think I'll have a glass of wine. What's your nicest?”

Crowley made his way from the bar and found an empty table. He sat down and waited while Aziraphale argued with the bartender about wines for the next ten minutes.

“That man wouldn't know a decent white if it bit him on the-” Aziraphale collapsed into the chair, “Never mind. He had an all right red selection, so I've got that now and I am ...” he hiccuped. “Well, I'm on my way to being quite sloshed, I think. Absolutely hammered.”

“You aren't even slurring yet. I think you'll be ok.”

“Maybe. Maybe,” Aziraphale held his wine up above his head. “To us. And the world,” he guzzled it down. Further proof to Crowley that the wine was beneath Aziraphale's usual standard. He normally savored every drop, even when the goal was to get drunk.

Aziraphale lurched a hand forward and put it on top of Crowley's. “Your skin's soft. Didn't think a snake would have soft skin, back when I first saw you.”

“You're drunk, angel,” Crowley didn't withdraw his hand. It felt nice, at least. And this wasn't at a level Aziraphale was likely to regret in the morning.

“Maybe,” Aziraphale kept his hand perched on Crowley's, but he was staring at the middle of the floor. “Why do you think humans like being drunk?” He didn't let Crowley answer him. “It varies, of course. I think some use it as a numbing agent. To make the hurt go away. Doesn't help though, does it?”

“Ngh.” Crowley didn't mind getting philosophy involved, but he'd prefer to have a sober Aziraphale to converse about such topics with.

“Why is it you always do so much for me, Crowley?”

“I don't do anything for you. We're friends. I just-”

“Bit more than that,” Aziraphale tsked at him, wagging a finger, “No. You love me. I know you love me. I have since that whole blasted thing with the Nazis. Just...awful people, y'know?  You stopped them cause you love me,” his voice was sing-song.

“Can we please wait until you're sober for this?” Crowley groaned. He wanted to talk about this. He had wanted to talk about it for years. But not like this.

“Crowley? Crowley, look at me. Please.”

Crowley obliged. Aziraphale's eyes were bright and clear. “Crowley. I haven't been drunk this whole time. It's stupid, I know. I'm sorry. I ...I thought it might be easier to say this way. I was curious about the whole human thing, and then I saw how bad the the wine list here was and …. it doesn't matter. I'm sorry I teased you.”

“I guess it's all right. No use worrying about it now,” Crowley shrugged. “But if we're going to actually talk about this, can we please go to my place? We can drink much better wine there.”