#oh my god the ancient scriptures

[alpaca-clouds]

Monotheism is not quite what you think it is

So, you have been told that in the Abrahamitic religions (meaing, Judaism, Christianity and Islam) there is only one God. The big one. Adonai, YHWH, Elohim, or Allah. The one big guy. Chances are, that if you are one of those people sent to a religious school or dragged to chuch, you even have been told it there. Heck, you might have learned the Ten Commandments - a version of which exists in each of the scriptures - starting out with "there is no other God but Me" (meaning the one guy).

What would you do, if I told you, that this is actually a mistranslation and that in fact the old versions of the texts do reference a variety of other gods not as demons or devils, but as just as real as the one guy?

A couple of weeks back I talked a bit about the background of Lucifer, how in the Hebrew version of the text this character was not called Lucifer but Halel. And Halel is not an angel or anything, but he is another god in the pantheon that Elohim was from. A god associated with beauty. And back when the Syrian myths were still a thing, the story went: "Halel thought he should lead the pantheon because he was more beautiful than all the other gods and for this was punished to spend some time mortal wandering the earth." While most of this myth did not survive, for some reason some parts did, with Halel not really getting explained. But yeah, he wants to overthrow Elohim and gets banished. And because the European audience for whom it was then later translated into Latin would now know Halel, the translator put in Lucifer, who like Halel was a male god associated with beauty and the morning star (aka Venus).

But this is not the only god that gets outright referenced in the text. Several others do, mostly from the Canaanite and Syrian pantheon - as those are where YHWH ended up for a long time. Some Egyptian deities also get mentioned. And no, none of them are said to be demons or devils or anything like that.

The core of this is the translation of that one sentence in the Ten Commandments. It gets usually translated as "There is no God but me", or "You shall not have another God but me". But what it more clearly says originally is: "You shall not pray to another God but me". And there is the thing. The "you" is not a "you" of "anyone", but actually means a very specific people. And for this, we need to once more go back to the origin of YHWH.

Now, mind you, given that we are talking about stuff that is about 4000 years in the past, so the sources are not capable of filling up all the questions. But we have a somewhat good idea.

See, something that in todays discussions about anti-semitism gets kinda overlooked is, that the Semites were not just the Jewish people, but a whole culture of people living in the east of the Mediterranean, which includes Akkadia, Phoenicia and Ancient Syria. Those were an "advanced civilization" too, but one that rarely gets talked about as much as Greece, Rome and Egypt - despite later Roman history being heavily connected to it and sharing several deities.

Not to put on my conspiracy hat, but I am rather convinced that part of the reason we talk little about it, is, that if everyone knew about this mythology, people would look at the Bible and go: "Oooooooh!" Because while we can absolutely see those similarities with other mythology as well, because of the common background, if you compare the old Testament to Akkadian, Phoenician, and Persian myths, there is a lot more commonality there.

But yeah, these cultures had also a lot of cultural exchange going on with both Egypt and Greece at this time - 4000 years ago. Which at the time with everyone being very polytheistic meant that alos a lot of gods god exchanged. Basically like if you are doing a trading card game. "Oh wow, you have a really cool harvest deity." - "Trade you for your fire deity." - "You got a deal!" And while we are not 100% sure, we are fairly certain that in all that a harvest and/or weather deity named YHWH got taken over by those semitic people doing their own desert civilization. Some of them had like actual cities, some were more normadic.

Either way, YHWH was taken into that pantheon and for some reason he at some point got fused with Ba'al, a war deity, who also had weather aspects. And this fused deity at some point for one tribe then also fused with Elohim, the highest of the gods. A good old typical Sky Daddy.

And then there was this one mainly normadic tribe, who at some point were like: "Yeah, actually, we do no longer care about the other gods. It is all Sky Daddy YHWH-Ba'al-Elohim for us now!" However, they did not deny the reality of the other gods, it was just that this tribe decided to exclusively pray to this one deitiy, because in their understanding, this deity had promised to protect them and what not.

Yes, this one tribe were the Israelites.

And that brings us back to "You should not worship any god but me". Because that "you" was meant for them only. The Israelites. And if you real the whole scripture - at least the Hebrew one - there is absolutely no doubt about this. Heck, even later in the Greek stuff (so Jesus-related lore) we are very clear on that. This was not a religion for anyone. This was a religion for the Israelites, and nobody else.

Jesus at one point explicitly says: "I have not come to deliver anyone BUT the Jews".

Now mind you, technically this is mainly an issue with the scripture in Judaism and Christianity. Because they mainly kept the translated versions of the old Hebrew texts, even though a lot of people who read them lack the historical context of who wrote these texts and when and why. But the fact that Jesus is very clear on who he is there for does remain.

Islam does not have this issue as much, as the Qur'an did not just take the Hebrew stuff, but basically retold all the stuff in a very shortened version. Which for the most part also keeps out the references to all the other deities - and does not involve anyone going: "This religion is for this specific group only."

To me these days it is really weird, that most of the times when I am talking to Christian religious people, they are not engaging with those parts of the bible however. Usually, if you note those parts, they will outright deny them.

Personally, given how much violence was committed in the name of the one guy who was so very much against violence, I find it almost sad that this violence was then committed by people who that one guy explicitly said he had not come for.

And the entire rivalry between religions... Back in the day, people just accepted that all the gods were real to some degree and let other people pick their favorite god in peace.

Oh, and before I forget, because a lot of Zionists get super angry about this one: Actually, Arabs are Semites too. So if we want to be really technical abotu words, anti-muslim sentiment (which tends to be just a cover for anti-arab sentiment either way) is actually anti-semitic, too. Because, yes, the term anti-semitism came from a time where it included all those semitic groups, and not just the Israelites.

[official-sonic-team]

my suggestion for a oneshot would be sonic and knuckles having a heart to heart about what sonic's appearance on the ruin walls meant for knuckles growing up alone

“Ah ha! Found you!”

Knuckles jerks back into a fighting stance, spines prickled, fists raised. Intruders rarely managed to get past the defense system, so this one must be a large threat to have evaded every single one, and manage to sneak up on him!

“Woah-ho! Did I manage to sneak up on the great guardian of Angel Island and it’s precious Master Emerald?”

Knuckles relaxes. It’s just this jerk again. “Sonic, I told you to warn me before you showed up. One of these days you’re going to get skewed on one of my traps and I’m going to laugh at you.”

“You’re just mad that I’m too fast for any of those traps to catch me!”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

“Oh, you always seem to be down here.”

Here was the hidden palace. The dilapidated ruin had been long rumored to have been the home of the chief of the Knuckles clan for generations before their ruin. It was one of the better preserved pieces of architecture on Angel Island, and Knuckles had spent many lonely nights beneath the roof of this place, when rain or snow or other temperamental weather shooed him from his usual shrine.

“What does that mean?” Knuckles mutters, feeling oddly defensive. It was sometimes odd to be reminded that his friends noticed his habits, his behaviors. Even after all this time, it was strange to be perceived, to know that people thought of him even when he wasn’t around. 

“Just noticed that you tend to hole away here whenever you’re not at the main shrine.” Sonic shrugs. “I don’t get the appeal, personally. Would much rather be outside, napping under the sun.”

“I don’t nap. I’m a vigilant guardian of the most sacred and powerful artifact man has ever learned the existence of.”

“Uh huh,” Sonic teases. “Right. And I’m the king of the Kingdom of Acorn.”

“Oh, shut it!”

Knuckles turns away from him, back to facing the mural he had been studying. Perhaps that had been a bad move, for it reminded him of his earlier thoughts. The mural of a blue creature surrounded by gold attacking a mustached creature who had captured the Master Emerald. 

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Oh, I wanted to make sure I knew how to fly a plane. Borrowed the Tornado, did a few barrel rolls, and realized I was nearby.”

Knuckles snorts. “Is it borrowing if the plane was originally yours?”

“Oh, you and I both know it belongs to Tails. Even if I wanted it back, he’s not going to be letting go of it anytime soon.” Sonic hums, placing his hands behind his head as he stands directly next to Knuckles. “What do you do down here, anyway? Feels like you’re always here.”

Knuckles frowns. “I… like to reread the ancient scripture that accompanies these murals. I’ve read them a thousand times already, but… I suppose it just helps me feel connected to my ancestors.”

Sonic hums. “So the Knuckles Clan made this?”

Knuckles crosses his arms. “Yes. It’s a similar style to many of their other carvings.”

“Do you think there’s anything on this island that once belonged to the Ancients?”

That was certainly a thought Knuckles had chewed on for a long while. When he had been a child on this island, and had begun to properly hone his skills in artifacts and manuscripts, he had noticed parts of Angel Island’s ruins often appeared… mismatched. He simply assumed there had been a civilization before the echidnas that lived on this island, who may have even inspired the echidnas in their own culture and religion. The statues in Hydrocity, for instance, had always bothered him as being stylistically different than much of the other stylized statues the Knuckles Clan would create, and he wondered on occasion if they influenced the mural they were currently staring at.

“There’s a lot of ancient technology on this island. I’ve always wondered how the Knuckles Clan could have possibly created it if the god of Chaos had detested them so much. And they had sworn to protect the Master Emerald so no one could make the same mistakes as them… it always felt counterintuitive for them to be using it’s power for their own gain, even if its a harmless one.”

Sonic whistles. “Interesting.”

It clearly wasn’t. Knuckles had long ago tried to explain the intricacies of archeology and treasure hunting to Sonic, but he was firmly uninterested in the subject. No thrashing and bashing? No dice. If Knuckles talked for too long, Sonic would dip out from the conversation and disappear.

Knuckles turns his attention to the mural. He was taking a big leap with this one, but… Part of him was itching to scratch Sonic’s brain about this. “This was my favorite mural, growing up.”

“Oh?”

“Much of the inscription is lost to time and erosion. But what I can make out details a great hero coming to save the world.” Knuckles takes a deep breath. “It had meant a lot to me as a child alone on this island, to think that someone might one day come to save…” This felt to vulnerable to admit, to finish the lingering me he was going to add. “... the Master Emerald, and I would no longer be alone.”

Knuckles chances a glance at Sonic. His expression remains neutral, his eyes centered on the blue figure in the mural. His foot wasn’t tapping, however, which meant he hadn’t been testing Sonic’s patience with something so mushy. There’s a chance he might get a dialogue opened between them.

Ever since Knuckles was a child and had figured out to read, this mural had been one he spent as much time as he could near. Many of the other murals and stories were of tragedy, for the Echidnas had been cast out from the rest of society by their own greed, and were determined to never let their mistake befall them again. And, too, their species began to dwindle, and a hopelessness someday settled deep in their bones, and within their stories.

Knuckles couldn’t blame them for their sorrow. What befell the Knuckles Clan was a tragedy that would lead to their own extinction over one mistake. It was sometimes a bit much for Knuckles to bear, to know that he was the last of his kind, all because of Pachacamac’s lust for power. 

And that’s what made this mural so enchanting to a young child. To see a hero valiantly fighting against an invader, protecting his home, saving his people, saving himself. He dreamed, many times as a child, that this hero would come and rescue him. That the duty of protecting the Master Emerald would no longer be his, that the sins of his forefathers would be paid, and Knuckles's bondage would be broken. Knuckles would be free to live life how he wanted, for there was someone who would be able to keep his home safe. 

It wasn’t quite the case, in the end.

Someone blue and bright and heroic showed up on his island one day when he was twelve to defeat an invader stealing his emerald. An annoying, aggravating, irritating eleven year old boy who toted around a four year old sidekick. Some kid younger than him who made immature and crude jokes and was thoroughly uninterested in the island and it’s history and the emerald beyond keeping it free from Robotnik’s hands. 

Oh, twelve year old Knuckles’s blood boiled at the very thought of that blue prick who appeared on his island one day and turned his entire life upside down.

“My ancestors say it’s supposed to be a prophecy,” Knuckles carefully added. 

That receives a derisive snort from Sonic.

“Do you really believe in that?” Sonic asks. 

“It came true,” Knuckles murmurs. 

And it did, in ways Knuckles couldn’t quite comprehend at twelve years old, but knew well at sixteen. For Sonic, in his irritating, antagonizing, stupid way… still did manage to save Knuckles’s life.

He defeated Dr. Robotnik that day, casting himself in a cocoon of gold and Chaos, destroying Robotnik’s machines and returning the Master Emerald back to Angel Island. And beyond that, it was Sonic who became Knuckles’s true first friend, who taught him how there was more to life than just guarding the Master Emerald, that he could balance his duty and his desires and still live a fulfilling life. 

Perhaps no hero had swept in and took away his duty. But Knuckles was still grateful nonetheless for what Sonic had taught him, even if he’s never truly managed to tell him. 

“Do we even know it was predicting that fight on Angel Island four years ago?” Sonic clicks his tongue. “Why would they bother predicting that fight, anyway? It’s not even the most interesting thing we’ve seen. I mean, why not predict Perfect Chaos re-emerging? Or the End? Or Eggman breaking apart the entire Earth for Dark Gaia? It’s not important, in the grand scheme of things.”

“Of course it’s important!” Knuckles snaps. 

Sonic blinks. Knuckles grinds his teeth. 

He shouldn’t be surprised. Sonic had been going on countless adventures even before the Angel Island adventure. Let alone everything he had seen afterwards. Why would the most important moment of Knuckles’s life mean anything to him, in the end? What importance could it possibly have when it was just a routine battle to stop Eggman? When he had fought greater and mightier powers than just Eggman’s insatiable greed and some plucky twelve year old guardian of an empty home and a powerful emerald?

Sonic looks back at the mural, a thoughtful look on his face. “I don’t believe in destiny, fate, or whatever. I’ve never liked the idea that someone else was pulling my strings. Some people find it a comforting thought, to know that everything happens for a reason. I like to think I make my own choices.”

A silence passes between them.

“I made my choice that day, to chase after Robotnik and show up on this island. I think that us choosing to meet is much nicer than thinking we were fated to.”

Knuckles turns to face Sonic, who’s still peering at that mural.

“I chose to come here, to fight you, to eventually help you. To face down Eggman and bring the Master Emerald back. And I’ve chosen every subsequent meeting as well. So believe, perhaps, that that day was fated, foretold, or whatever. But every moment after hasn’t been. And I think that’s much more interesting.”

Knuckles is quiet. The day they met had been the most infuriating day of his life. But it wasn’t entirely the day that he was saved. It was every subsequent day after, when the two of them crossed paths, when Sonic and his rivalry turned into mutual respect, into friendship. It was a cataclysm, an explosion, and in the rubble the two began to build something Knuckles can not name but knows it to be worth more than gold.

Knuckles turns away rubbing at his eyes. “I’ll never understand you, Sonic.”

“Ha! Now, are we done with this boring conversation?” Sonic taps his foot. Knuckles’s time has run out. “What do you think about me taking you on a flight?”

“Ugh, no way! I’ve seen you fly a plane before, I know you do too many barrel rolls.”

Sonic's eyes sparkle with mischief. “Oh? And you can’t handle a little bit of turbulence? To think you call yourself a great guardian!”

“Bah! I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“Challenge accepted!” Sonic grabs his hand and Knuckles braces himself for a super sonic sprint. “I think our group is ready to board! Let’s go!”

To think this was the same person his people had once written a prophecy for. 

[crows-in-the-house]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑

It's a part of my own writting inktober! To see more check out this post!

Prompt: clown / emotion / ritual

pairing: Bill Cipher x Reader

tw: none

The moon was full, bathing the night sky in a cold silver light. Dark, long branches hit the window panes. It was midnight when you started to have doubts. Will it work? Will it actually help you?

You shook your head - there was no time for such questions. The last candle was lit with a trembling hand. The room was filled with darkness, you could barely see your hands despite the gentle flickers of the fire. You took a deep breath, taking the chill night air into your lungs, and letting it out in a long sigh.

You opened the old scripture, holding on to the old paper as if to your own life. The ancient rhymes made your eyes water. You were just about to go on to the part with the knife when you heard a faint laughter.

The room seemed to shift and change. You knew that voice right? Low, ominous rumbling filled the air, when sharp shadows circled around you as if to swallow you whole. There was something emerging from the corners in the darkness, something big, staring right at you-

This fucker!

"Bill! What are you doing in my ritual!"

"Oh come on toots, calling onto some stupid gods and not me? You really have a nerve!"

The triangle demon circled you while laughing. His form again normal sized, perfectly punchable if he only moved closer.

"Don't even try that kid! I'm not like those clowns you want so badly! I will get back at ya!"

"What do you want Cipher!? I was just about to summon a god and you ruined it! Again! Do you know how long I have to wait for another full moon?!"

You looked at the demon with anger. Since you two met he succesfuly stopped all your attempts at dark magic. At first you belived him when he said you where doing some stuff wrong, like using a wrong spell, or not fresh enough offering. But with time he started interfiing more and more. And now he was just an annoying prick.

"Listen kid, if you're so desperate to make a deal with a higher power-

"I'm not making deal with you Bill." You stood up crossing your arms. " I want to learn my future from a reliable source. A reliable source, got it?"

"Oh and would you look at that - that's exactly me, brainiac! If we just made a deal, I would let you know aaaall your possible futures, with all the alternative universes, great deaths and every new emotion in your head! Why not shake on, so I can share it with you?"

"Cuz last time I did that, you made me think of you every time when I spoke to my crush! And now I don't even remember their name!"

"As if such a detail was important kid, you got your end of the deal, and I got mine, yes?"

"How was that even beneficial to you?!"

"A guy must advertise himself somehow, you know?" He said while shrugging. You growled, putting out the candles. You had to stowe them away and wash the floor again. At least you didn't spill your blood this time. You were getting short on bandages.

You looked at your watch. Fifteen minutes after midnight. If it was at least ten, you would still have time to continue, rushed, but at least finally achieving your goal. Now tho, it was certain it wouldn't work out. The ritual needed special time and undivided attention. Both of which, Bill took without any care.

Your stomach growled. You haven't eaten in a while. Maybe you should go do that and watch a movie to sleep? You looked back at the triangle. He was still there, staring at you, as if suspended in space. Was he lost in thoughts or reading your mind? You nudged his side to get his attention.

"You know what? If you spawn me a drink - not alive, conscious one that is, I will share my popcorn with you." You saw humor get back to his eye.

"Oh golly! Free useless food from my meatbag monkey? What a treat!"

"Do you want it or not?" you replied, leaving the room. His eye scanned your tired form while slowly following you.

What a cute fool you were. Calling onto beings your whole mind wouldn't understand. It was shame you weren't awere how much he was protecting you from getting your brain melted. Maybe, just maybe if he made you more like him you would finally realize how much work you made him do! But no. He couldn't risk his stupid puppet getting a potential response from one of those "higher beings".

After all you belonged to him.

[baelpenrose]

Hmmm....

Atheism is so cringe and it's culturally christian, just because you were hurt by religion doesn't mean you should take it out on all religious people! Also, not every religious person is like those evangelicals who hurt you, silly! You need to get over it and stop being racist, obviously only angry white men in basements are atheists! And clearly, no one is actually an atheist, people never actually leave the religions they were born in, some people are just angry." ^^^Increasingly average take on atheists on this site. Oddly, shockingly similar to Christian talking points about atheists, but with Social Justice paint. "OOOHHHH my GOD paganism and spirituality are so CRINGE! They're just a bunch of white girls who think shiny rocks and candles make them SPECIAL and believe in astrology! Astrology is just skull measuring for gay people! Don't you know that all that shit is just racist and that trying to rediscover any ancient practice people ever did is super racist and that those communities are full of cultural appropriators and nazis?” ^^^Increasingly common take about pagans on this site. Oddly, shockingly similar to Christian talking points about Pagans, but with social justice paint using 'racist' instead of 'fake'. "Oh you can't be that mean to MAINSTREAM religions with ACTUAL POWER TO LEGISLATE AND FUCK WITH YOU INCLUDING THE ONES DOING IT RIGHT NOW, that's mean to all the poor, marginalized folx who believe in them for good, social-justice approved reasons, you fucking racist. And what about all the queer people who ignore the fact that the holy scriptures of most major world religions ACTIVELY FUCKING HATE THEM and decide to find meaning in that anyway? Clearly those people's self-hate should be pandered to. The bible says women should submit? Sure, but...it doesn't mean you should be an asshole to Christians jsut because it hurt you or people you knew." ^^^Average tumblr take on major world religions with actual, lawmaking power who hold literally billions of people under their power. I don't know, guys, I don't think you're as immune to propaganda as you think you are.

[dakusan]

I couldn’t resist coming back, so I’ve crawled back out of my hole in the floor. I’ve got a more complicated question this time. With vampire!skz, are any of them religious? Do vampires in your world have a sort of religion? Or are they nihilistic, absurdists, hedonists? Maybe a mix? Or do they just not mess with religion since the abnormals are the ‘gods’ so to speak? Speaking of which, how would they react to a blood doll who’s religious? Like pagan or wiccan? With morbid thoughts and shyness. - 💚

oh look who slithered back through the floorboards 👀 welcome home, 💚. and oof—you didn't just ask a question... you cracked open the forbidden library. religion in the vampire!SKZ world? let's get into it.

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✦  A r e   t h e y   R e l i g i o u s ?

depends on the vampire. but none of the Abnormals follow human religion.

why?

because in this world, the Abnormals are the fallen myths. “gods made wrong.” the stories humans wrote? twisted echoes of creatures that already walked the earth. they were never angels. never demons. just born monsters wearing halos stolen from the dead.

so no, they don't "pray." they remember. they carry rituals, obsessions, and symbols from the bloodline like trauma in the bone marrow.

some are hedonists. some are ascetics. some are straight-up nihilistic kings and queens who laugh at the idea of divine order.

but none of them bow.

✦  A r e   a n y   o f   t h e   S K Z   v a m p s   r e l i g i o u s ?

honestly? here's the rundown:

Chan: no religion. Abnormal to his core. But he's ritualistic as hell. His control is sacred, his empire is gospel, and he treats his soulmate like a holy relic. You want divinity? It's in his obsession.

Minho: closest to belief—in vengeance. He follows blood-oaths like scripture. Think: ancient rites, ceremonial precision. Not "God," but something older and quieter.

Changbin: total absurdist. He knows none of it makes sense and doesn't care. His truth is in pleasure, power, and control.

Hyunjin: spiritual, artistic, but not religious. He feels the divine in beauty and suffering, not structure. He'd light candles to feels something.

Jisung: dark humour nihilist. Probably once believed in something and it broke him. Now he just bites first and overthinks later.

Feix: if anyone has remnant faith, it's him. He has a strange purity under all that chaos. He might believe in souls, fate, maybe even redemption. But it's private.

Seungmin: atheist realist. Doesn't fuck with delusion. But might ironically quote Bible versed while covered in blood just to scare people.

Jeongin: doesn't know what he believes yet. He's still changing, still awakening. But he dreams of fire and wings—so something's buried deep.

✦  W h a t   i f   t h e i r   b l o o d   d o l l   i s   r e l i g i o u s ?

OH, now we're talking. a pagan or wiccan blood doll? a quiet soul with morbid thoughts and shy hands, whispering prayers to the moon while marked by a creature that drinks her?

they'd be fascinated. obsessed. confused. reverent.

Chan would treat your rituals with eerie respect. He wouldn't believe, but he'd learn them—memorise every symbol you draw in salt. You'd wake up with spell candles lit and your altar perfectly cleaned.

Minho might test you. Offer you his blood in a chalice and ask, "is this sacred to you?"

Changbin while he doesn't believe in anything—especially not gods. But he won't mock you. Your faith confuses him. Intrigues him. He doesn't get it—but the way you believe? That he'll devour.

Hyunjin would paint you in your own sigils. Ask if your gods know his name. Try to kiss salvation off your tongue.

Jisung would tease, then catch himself when your prayers make his chest ache.

Felix might genuinely try to understand. Quietly read your texts while curled up behind you, asking soft questions like "what does this protect you from?"

Seungmin would smirk, call it witchy nonsense—then kill anyone who disrespects you.

Jeongin would believe in whatever you believe in—because you believe in it. Because you hold something he can't name.

to them, your faith isn't a joke. it's intimate. strange. sacred in its vulnerability. even if they don't share it, they'd treat it like they treat your blood: personal. untouchable. theirs.

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💚, you lit the fire in the chapel with this one. if you keep crawling out of that floorboard, i will start leaving offerings for you.

come again, love you 💋🦇

[kingsmakers]

Empire Now: Chapter 5

Read it here: AO3

Update banner by @juliaswickcrs

Maelora Targaryen has always lived in the shadow of her twin sister, Rhaenyra. With dark hair and no dragon, whispers circulate about how Targaryen the younger princess really is. When she is betrothed to Gwayne Hightower, Maelora is indignant; the pair cannot stand one another. Yet it will be in Oldtown, a city of fractured magic and ancient gods, where Maelora will discover herself. For Rhaenyra may be made of fire, but Maelora is built from blood.

“So we are alike in that.” Maelora mused, fingers drumming restlessly against Gwayne’s shoulder as they moved with the music. He was an excellent dancer at least, knowing precisely when to spin her, dip her. At her last name-day, Lord Wylde had insisted upon dancing with her, and she had felt like a marionette being jerked around on a string. “Oh, I imagine it should be worse for you.” Amusement curved Gwayne’s lips. “A princess with little choice in the matter? No, I should prefer to keep my lot than compare it to yours.” “How kind of you.” Maelora practically spat the words, glaring at him as if her ire could erase the smirk on his face. She wished nothing more than to slap it off, even if doing so would be considered appalling manners.

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[krsnaradhika]

Kanha fits the dark academia aesthetic so well AJDBJSBMQA. Walking hand in hand through old and abandoned temples in Dwarka, discovering and reading ancient scriptures together, him whispering secrets of the universe over a cup of chai, Him teaching you Sanskrit, peacock feathers for us and flowers for him, reading out cheesy (yet heartfelt) poetry for him, Him teaching you how to play the flute, Dancing in ballrooms of palaces abandoned, teaches you chausar, running in the rain to the temple for Sandhya aarti because we were too busy decorating our hair with jasmines and painting each others hand with dark blue flowers ( he should have been there a long time ago) ADGANFSJG

Thank you so much for letting me rant in your inbox. Love you<333

OH MY GOD.

KANHA.

THIS. THIS. THIS.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

I think I have more fic ideas, but no time and a flickering motivation. Which is also why I love one shots— it's like a good ass vibe with no future commitment.

Also dark academia with Kanha in a modern world? Him in a black blazer? Curly unkempt hair being schooled to near perfection by us? Him teaching us latin and sanskrit side by side (latin is a dead language, and ofc he'd know it). He's prolly a really cool professor/ a classmate with rivals to lovers potential. You want to compete with him and he wants the same but both of you are missing a skill the other knows best, which leads to studying together and the ✨tension✨ when your hands accidentally brush past his. He loves it, winks and grins even.

And yes, all that you mentioned. Everything. Everything. Everything.

God.

Hihi.

You're always free to come up and discuss such ideas with me. I'm a crazy person *grins*

Love you too <333

[boulette-of-paper]

YU-GI-OH “Historical” Headcannon

Hello, it's been quite some time. But finally, I took time to finish this draft!

Small necessary disclaimers :

⚠️ Excuse my english, I'm not native.

⚠️ It's hard to find the balance between historical and fun to write. So somethings I might have said in my previous post won't technically matter here.

Fandom : Yu-Gi-Oh (manga + anime)

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General

Atem

His mother died during childbirth. That would explain the absence of brother and sister.

He had a nurse, potentially Maana's mother since it was said they knew each other since childhood.

Aside from that he had a pretty lonely childhood, he is the future pharaoh, a god among the humans. So every relationship starts with a massive imbalance.

He lacked connection with people basically. (Except Mahad and Maana)

Pharoh used to be disconnected from their people, they were symbols before humans

He had and still has an issue with eye contact. Either he doesn't look at people at all or just fixes someone intensely. No in-between.

Young Atem couldn’t stay put unless someone was brushing his hair.

Even older he has a very soft spot and liking when he gets pampered. He loves long baths or when someone does his make-up or again brushing his hair.

Atem has no issues with nudity, again the clothes were very reviling,

Atem might be anxious when completely alone. He’s so used to being with all his servants, advisers etc. ect that when the silence finally arrives and his alone in his bed he tends to feel weird.

He adores cats. But, he used to be a bit too enthusiastic and a cat scratched him and since then he let them come to him but never engaged with them.

Atem would pass hours at the temple, and his surroundings would think of him as a very pious man, but it was for the cats AND for Priest Seto.

Priest Seto

Priest Seto has the longest and lushiest (?) hair known to exist.

He loves cats and cats love him back.

Priest Seto knows his eyeliner, he does it in the first stroke and it’s always perfect

Child Seto because of his blue eyes was looked at a lot, not in a bad way but more like he was unusual looking.

Seto’s eyes allowed him to be noticed by priests as a “Child of the Gods” since some shades of blue seem to be linked to the sky and the divine in ancient Egypt.

Seto loves to read, and temples were known to be filled with a lot of scriptures.

Seto is more in touch with the people than Atem, since priests were also magicians and doctors

Priest Seto is so loyal to the Pharaoh not only because Atem is the heir of the gods he worships but also because younger they both used to pet the temple’s cat.

Priest Seto is good at what Atem doesn’t like to deal with. That’s why even tho he’s young his one of Atem’s favourite ministers.

Seto likes to walk alone at night under the stars.

Relationship Headcannons (I know you were looking for it)

But how do we end up in a relationship with those two cuties, and still be accurate historically ?? Well, my friend here is what I could think of.

Atem :

To be 1st wife material, sadly you’ll have to from the family OR a very very influential heir/heiress of a nobleman.

If you’re not 1st wife material > You’ll have to be part of his harem as either: a skilled person or maybe an heiress of an enemy tribe who has been vanquished or is in alliance.

Wait let me explain, Harem in ancient Egypt isn’t what we commonly think. The pharaoh’s harem was, surely to entertain the Pharaoh but also to showcase skill and the Egyptian culture in a way.

So we can imagine here so very skilled shadow game players or very beautiful dancers etc.

Seto :

Find no source to say that priest took a celibacy oath so you can imagine anything you want.

(Personally, I have my small fantasy of forbidden love between him and an OC priestess because I love drama)

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Here you have it. It’s not much but hope it at least entertains one or two people. I might have one or two more ideas but who knows. Have a lovely day

If you have any questions please to ask me and if you need sources again ask 😽

Bisous Bye <3

[letsjuststoprightthere]

[POEM] PROFANE by Ashe Vernon

- translated in french; for my once-lover

The first time he calls you holy,

La première fois qu'il te dit saint(e),

you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.

tu ris si fort que tes côtes te font mal.

The second time,

La seconde fois,

you moan gospel around his fingers

tu gémis du gospel autour de ses doigts

between your teeth.

entre tes dents.

He has always surprised

Il t'as toujours surpris(e)

you into surprising yourself.

en te faisant te surprendre toi-même.

Because he’s an angel hiding his halo

Car il est un ange cachant son auréole

behind his back and

derrière son dos et

nothing has ever felt so filthy

rien n'a jamais été aussi sale

as plucking the wings from his shoulders—

que cueillir les ailes de ses épaules—

undressing his softness

déshabiller sa douceur

one feather at a time.

une plume à la fois.

God, if you’re out there,

Dieu, si tu es là,

if you’re listening,

si tu écoutes,

he fucks like a seraphim,

il baise comme un séraphin,

and there’s no part of scripture

et il n'y a aucune écriture

that ever prepared you for his hands.

qui t'ai jamais préparé à ses mains.

Hands that map a communion

Des mains qui dessinent une communion

in the cradle of your hips.

dans le berceau de tes hanches.

Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.

Des mains qui embrassent des hymnes sur tes côtes.

He confesses how long he’s looked

Il confesse combien de temps il a cherché

for a place to worship and,

un endroit pour vénérer et,

oh,

oh,

you put him on his knees.

tu le mets à genoux.

When he sinks to the floor and moans

Quand il glisse au sol et gémis

like he can’t help himself,

comme si il ne pouvait s'en empêcher,

you wonder if the other angels

tu te demandes si les autres anges

fell so sweet.

sont tombé si doucement.

He says his prayers between your thighs

Il dit ses prières entre tes cuisses

and you dig your heels into the base of his spine

et tu enfonce tes chevilles à la base de son dos

until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.

jusqu'à ce qu'il rougisse de la couleur de ta langue sale.

You will ruin him and he will thank you;

Tu le détruira et il te remerciera;

he will say please.

il dira s'il te plaît.

No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,

Aucune damnation n'a jamais eu l'air aussi comfortable que cela,

but you fit over his hips like they

mais tu tiens sur ses hanches comme si elles

were made for you.

étaient faites pour toi.

You fit, you fit, you fit.

Tu tiens, tu tiens, tu tiens.

On top of him, you are an ancient god

Au dessus de lui, tu es un ancien dieu

that only he remembers and he

dont il est le seul à se souvenir et il

offers up his skin.

t'offre sa peau.

And you take it.

Et tu la prends.

Who knew sacrifice was so profane?

Qui aurait su qu'un sacrifice était si profane?

And once you’ve taught him how to hold

Et quand tu lui auras appris comment tenir

your throat in one hand

ta gorge dans une main

and your heart in the other,

et ton cœur dans l'autre,

you will have forgotten every other word,

tu auras oublié tous les autres mots,

except his name.

excepté son nom.

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 31: Home Sweet Home

It's a calm morning on the Showgrounds. With the help of Steve and FM, a cobblestone wall has been built around the area's perimeter to keep out all the nasty anomalies brought about by Resonance Cascade Matilda. Shroomy and Zooble are patrolling the ramparts of the wall when they spot a war rig stop outside the front gate.

Zooble: Hey boy scout, look alive.

Shroomy: Excuse me! We're gonna need some identification before we let you in!

The driver side window rolls down and we see an inflated hand pop out with a middle finger.

Zooble: *sighs* Yep, it's them.

The front gates open and the war rig drives in before stopping outside the Castle. The Crew disembarks and stretches their legs as Gangle and Zooble meet up with the rest of the Carnies.

Zooble: So, you guys have fun?

Kinger: Oh absolutely! We got to meet the Baroness, befriended some cowboys, overthrew a tyrannical Warlord, and defeated the Disciple of an Elder God. Even Pomni managed to get in on some of the action.

Gangle: Wait....... Pomni actually helped out in a fight?

Saturday: Indeed. Her timing was impeccable.

Jax: The look in that thing's eyes when she swooped in was PRICELESS.

Zooble: Wow. I didn't think she had it in her.

Pomni: Well..... it wasn't THAT impressive. All i did was stab the guy a bunch....... and crush his helmet. The others did most of the heavy lifting.

Saturday: Nonetheless, your assistance was invaluable.

Ragatha: Yeah....... you did good out there, Pomni.

Pomni fiddles with her bells, noticeably flustered by all the sudden praise.

Later on inside the Castle, we see Tari, Meggy, and Mario gathered in the Gaming Room. They're currently on a Skype call with SMG4 and SMG3, who are still in Bricktown alongside Aybel.

Tari: You guys are STILL under lockdown?

SMG4: Yep. The highway leading to Bricktown is still undergoing repairs, and most of the surrounding woodlands is infested with Antlions.

Meggy: Wow. Matilda sure did a number on that place, huh.

SMG3: The only way in and out of here will be by air, so we'll just wait for the ship crew to take us home........ once the maelstroms pass.

SMG4: But hey! In the meantime we're getting some research done here in Omnia. 1 and 2 are working on this special compass that we can use to locate more Metarunner ruins and artifacts.

Tari: Yeah, I think Caine said you guys found something on the coast, right?

Aybel: If I may?

The screen pans over to Aybel.

Aybel: We did indeed find something within a cave system along the East Coast. Be careful, though. A brood of mutant Hive has recently taken residence within the area. If you are to investigate the area, you must do so with the upmost diligence.

SMG3: And make sure to bring whatever valuables you find to the treasury!

Right on cue, Bob comes busting through the door with dollar signs dotting his eyes.

Bob: DID SOMEBODY SAY TREASURE!?

Meggy: *sigh* Hi, Bob. Glad to see you again too.

Bob: Are we talking cursed gold? Ancient artifacts? Scriptures that collectors would pay a fortune for? GIVE ME THE DETAILS!!!!

Over at the Café, we see Zooble and Gangle patiently waiting by the bar as Eggdog slides over two fresh cappuccinos.

Zooble: Thanks...... I needed a bit of a pick-me-up.

That's when they notice someone staring at them from an adjacent table. She looks relatively young, with pink overalls, a pair of deep blue eyes, and a head of blue hair with pink highlights.

Zooble: Uh......... hi.

??????: How do your bits float like that?

Zooble: Soul magic, I guess?

??????: You look funny. But also pretty, in a funny way.

Zooble: Oh, um...... thanks.

That's when FM comes through the door.

FM: Hey guys. Have you by any chance seen-

He notices the girl.

FM: Oh, Minion! I was just looking for you.

Zooble: Minion, huh. She your daughter or something?

FM: More like a family friend.

Minion: He knows my dad.

FM: She hasn't caused too much trouble, has she?

Zooble: Nah, just a little curious. She's also kinda sweet.

Gangle: Who IS her dad, anyway?

FM: It's........ complicated.

Over on the ship, Belle comes onto the bridge with Uzi in tow. Whimpu is looking over some maps on the Navigation Table while Rob is on sweeping duty.

Belle: And here is the Bridge. This is where all the logistical crap happens. Also, steer clear of the Captain's Quarters. Three usually has it booby trapped. Whimpu charts the course and Rob keeps the dust bunnies at bay.

Uzi: Cool. And what does he do?

She points over to Jub Jub, who's just sitting there and staring off into the abyss like usual.

Belle: Not much, but he does it well enough.

In the crew quarters, we hear the sound of bones breaking and flesh being ripped apart in the kitchen. Inside, Kaizo hacks and slashes with sadistic delight, wielding that cleaver as gracefully as a paintbrush on a canvas. Once he is finished, he plants the cleaver into the cutting board as he wipes the sweat and blood from his brow. Belle and Uzi come in just in time to witness Kaizo's handiwork.

Kaizo: Alright, beef chunks are ready!

Meggy: Perfect.

Melony takes some of the freshly cut beef chunks and begins placing them on skewers along with some mushrooms and peppers.

Belle: I see lunch is coming along nicely.

Melony: Yep! I gotta say, Kaizo. You make a great sous chef.

Kaizo: Heh. Ramsey wishes he could wield a knife like me.

While the others have a talk, Uzi's attention is drawn elsewhere. She seems transfixed on the plate of freshly cut meat. It was so fresh she could see the juices seeping out from the grain, and she could smell the blood from across the kitchen. It had to be from a fresh slaughter. Pure, tender, juicy. It was so......... intoxicating.

Melony: And you must be Tari's new friend.

The sound of Melony's voice snaps Uzi back to reality.

Uzi: Oh, uh...... sorry. I just couldn't help but notice that........ AMAZING plate of meat you have there.

Melony: Oh! I can fry you up a plate real quick. Just tell me how you like it.

Uzi: Animal style. Light on spices.

Melony: Gotcha!

Melony quickly gets to work while Kaizo wipes the beef blood from his face.

Belle: Hey...... you good?

Uzi: Yeah, yeah. I just get a bit...... *excited* whenever I see fresh meat, is all. Really gets the appetite going....... It also makes me kinda lightheaded. Is there anywhere I can lay down for a minute?

Belle: Uh...... sure. There's a couch over in the Rec Room if you like.

Uzi: Thanks.

Uzi quickly makes her way out of the kitchen and into the Rec Room. She gets comfortable on the couch while Belle looks on with some slight confusion.

Belle: Why do I get the feeling she's hiding something?......... Eh, whatever.

Uzi takes some time to clear her head. She probably would've gone feral if she had stayed in that kitchen for a minute longer. She stares into the sigil burned into the back of her hand. It's been a while since her cravings had flared up like this, probably a sign that she needs to start feeding more regularly. Thankfully, the crew here is exceptionally accommodating, and their pantry seems stocked well enough. Hopefully the cravings won't be TOO much of an issue in the long term.

Uzi: You're doing great, Uzi. Just keep your cool.........

She let's out a sigh as she stares up into the ceiling.

Uzi: Just keep your cool.

[yieldfruit]

please send a prayer for me. i’m a first time mom and i’m about to give birth to a baby boy this coming december. i feel anxious and scared at the same time. i’m always praying everytime i feel those and claim peace to Jesus. i want to have peace that i can trust Him, i can trust my body because He made it and i can trust his grand design with birthing, praying to trust that he will give knowledge to all the doctors who will hold me & my baby. pregnancy humbles me so much and made me realize i can only relay on myself in a certain amount of time but not in everything.

Thank you for sharing this and congratulations! This is wonderful news. I have prayed for you, to raise this baby for the glory of God and to teach him Scripture and to emulate what it is to follow/love Christ with our heart, mind, and soul (Mark 12:30).

Motherhood is precious, it is beautiful. Besides coming to know Christ, my second most grateful aspect of life I am grateful for is: being a mother to my child and fostering children in difficult circumstances for a few years. Truly, knowing Christ is paramount and the most important and secondly for me, relationships, specifically relationships in the home. Being a mother is a joy, and yes, it can be heart-work as well and the first year it can be less sleep, but the Lord has bestowed this upon you and it is an honor and it is worth it. Oh, it is a great joy to be a mother, but it can also be scary. One thing I did was write letters to my baby while she was in the womb and even after, letters about my desires for her life (most importantly to know Christ as her Savior and walk with Him all the days of her life). I would encourage you: keep it simple with motherhood, we don't need all the stuff/complications we think we do. It's like our walk with Christ: keep it simple in the sense of focusing on His finished work on the cross on your behalf (you're saved! It is finished!) and be in His Word daily and pray to live out what He has taught you in His Word. Oh, it's really simple in a way, isn't it? Motherhood can be like that–joy, simplicity, forgoing the bells and whistles of what the world and others say, and keeping it about love, nurturing, closeness, being there for them, being present emotionally/mentally/physically/spiritually, and as you mention, relying on Christ in motherhood. We need Him as our Heavenly Father (parent) to show us how to parent. His Word reveals wisdom in how to parent.

Congratulations! Blessings upon you and yours!

"When the child was weaned, Hannah took him to the Tabernacle in Shiloh. They brought along a three-year-old bull for the sacrifice and a basket of flour and some wine. After sacrificing the bull, they brought the boy to Eli [a priest and a judge of the Israelites in the city of Shiloh, ancient Israel]. 'Sir, do you remember me?' Hannah asked. 'I am the very woman who stood here several years ago praying to the LORD. I asked the LORD to give me this child, and He has granted my request. Now I am giving him to the LORD, and he will belong to the LORD his whole life.' And they worshiped the LORD there." 1 Samuel 1:24-28

[dzthenerd490]

Sedition: SCP-ABX

Experiment: ABX.7434

Subject: SCP-ABX/ Code Name: Prophet of Rebirth.

Current Condition of Subject: Unknown age/ Health - Good as far as we can tell/ Mentality - Sound/ Anomalous Status: Manipulative, possibly still dangerous despite being heavily regulated.

Testing Purpose: an interview with SCP-ABX to obtain more information that will benefit the Foundation.

Staff Involved: Dr. Tutela

Testing Safety Measures: Dr. Tutela has been equipped with an up-to-date Anti-Cognito Hazard Helmet. There is an explosive proof glass wall in-between them with both Dr. Tutela and SCP-ABX having their own small table and chair to sit on.

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Begin Recording

Dr. Tutela: Ahem, is the recording starting? Alright good, good morning SCP-ABX.

SCP-ABX: Good morning, doctor.

Dr. Tutela: As you can see, I am wearing an Anti-Cognito Hazard Helmet ensuring none of my senses will be hijacked by your anomalous abilities. This reasoning for this is that we will be conducting an interview to better understand you and the organization to hail from. Should you refuse to participate in the interview, due to the fact that you are not associated with the AED because of your previous containment breach and under Protocol "Back Hand" your containment status will be greatly increased on restriction. Do you understand these terms?

SCP-ABX: Of course, doctor, I will obey and answer everything truthfully, I genuinely believe that benefiting the Foundation will benefit myself as well.

Dr. Tutela: ... right, then let us begin.

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Dr. Tutela: Why did you Create Scriptures of Rotten Flesh and Cybernetic Bones?

SCP-ABX: Hm... that name is quite the mouthful perhaps we were too hasty to decide it but then again me and my love were young and fed up with the gods so naturally we were driven by revenge.

Dr. Tutela: So that's why you made it, revenge?

SCP-ABX: Oh, no, no, no, no, no... well not entirely, I mean... well you should know how it goes. Mekhane, Yaldabaoth, and all the other gods, ancient, old, mysterious, unknown, and new. They only see us as pawns in the end at the end of the day. We are merely meant to be soldiers to tie all loose ends. So yes, we made it for revenge, but also as a way to stop the gods from using us. Instead we can use them! Their power, their blood, and their everything so that we can become gods. True gods. Better gods.

Dr. Tutela: I guess that already answers my question, what is your organization's goal?

SCP-ABX: Well to end the gods and take their place is our end goal but in the meantime it's our job to find others who have been poisoned by their influence. Mainly Mekhanites and Sarkites though we are willing to extend our hand to anyone who needs it.

Dr. Tutela: I see.

***

Dr. Tutela: Why did you surrender to the Foundation?

SCP-ABX: Why not? You hate the gods; I hate the gods we can really benefit from one another you know.

Dr. Tutela: Uh-huh. You should know that SCP-AFT is responsible for your sudden boom of membership recently. We have reason to believe you surrendered because of that. Especially since a lot of anomalies your group owns tends to brainwash people into joining you. For someone who hates the gods you sure do act a lot like them.

SCP-ABX: They say the best way to defeat your enemy is to make them your friend, I say the best way to kill them is the same way they were going to kill you. Besides most humans these days are desperate for a new purpose and more power, I'm simply giving them an opportunity to get both.

Dr. Tutela: Do you honestly believe that?

SCP-ABX: ... I believe that freedom doesn't truly exist until we have killed the gods and taken their place.

Dr. Tutela: I see, so-

SCP-ABX: Nope the creation of SCP-AFT was entirely an accident. Though the benefits are something I'll gladly take.

Dr. Tutela: Of course...

***

Dr. Tutela: How did you augment your body the way you did?

SCP-ABX: A few years of experimentation on editing Thaumaturgic rituals.

Dr. Tutela: How?

SCP-ABX: Hm… It's a lot like its own form of math, extremely complex and difficult to understand or get the hang of, but still math in the end. The hard part is changing the math equation into doing something you want but at the same time you have to make sure it still equals the same answer. After you're done changing the equation all you have to do is follow the math and you can get whatever answer you desire. For obvious reasons this takes lots of time and dedication but once you're done you will see grand results. That's unfortunately the easiest way to describe it.

Dr. Tutela: I sort of understand. So those symbols on your body?

SCP-ABX: Created mainly from Sarkic scriptures for ancient rituals but also a few cognitive based Mekhanite symbols.

Dr. Tutela: and the biological nanobots within your body?

SCP-ABX: summoning rituals form both Mehanite and Sarkic rituals, mainly Sarkic rituals that allow them to summon diseases and minions from exposed blood.

Dr. Tutela: Interesting.

***

Dr. Tutela: What is SCP-ABW?

SCP-ABX: My reward for becoming a Prophet. A mask that allows me to unleash years of my research. With my body being the vessel, the faith as well as the wrath of my followers will be unleashed on my allies as well as my enemies all around me.

Dr. Tutela: How does it work?

SCP-ABX: The symbols are designed to manipulate flesh without limits. Once I put it on, they allow me to manipulate my body into any form of organic life or artificial constructs.

Dr. Tutela: Why is it that everyone else who put on the mask or so much as looked at the symbols on the back ended up transforming into random objects or monstrosities?

SCP-ABX: Oh, dear no! No, no, no! No mere mortal can comprehend all that information going into their head. The symbols fill my mind with the knowledge and comprehension needed to manipulate my body however I want. It takes a lot of will and concentration to get this done, to anyone who lacks the training they would be considered lucky if they only suffer the effects of one symbol. Unfortunately, that's the result, if you put on the mask a small portion of the power will overload your mind and body turning you into something else completely, dead or alive.

Dr. Tutela: So, each symbol controls a different aspect?

SCP-ABX: Yes, but if I were to explain them all we would be here all day.

Dr. Tutela: Most of them are Cognito hazards anyways so I greatly appreciate you not doing so.

***

Dr. Tutela: Ah, during this section of the interview, we'll be going over other SCPs and how you view them.

SCP-ABX: I honestly find the other SCPs quite interesting or at least the few I knew that exist. So please by all means, ask away.

Dr. Tutela: Alright then, what is your opinion on SCP-049?

SCP-ABX: Ah... the old teacher.

Dr. Tutela: You sound like you've known him.

SCP-ABX: Not directly, but I've heard stories especially from other prominent Neo-Sarkic families. The man who helped bring the red death into our reality.

Dr. Tutela: So, he really is connected to SCP-610

SCP-ABX: Is that what you call it? I see, but yes, albeit indirectly or I suppose the correct way is that he was tricked into it.

Dr. Tutela: How so?

SCP-ABX: Hm... if ancient Sarkic stories are to be believed... Long ago, during the age of the Davites, Grand Karcist Ion had just been blessed with the powers of Yaldabaoth and used said powers to escape. He devoured many Davites and granted small portions of his power to his fellow Nälkä. However even though his body was growing in power and magic he still couldn't handle all of Yaldabaoth's gifts. He was becoming sick and would soon be another slave to the flesh god. Ion had just gained freedom from the Davites; he would rather die than become someone else's slave. He needed a solution and fast. That was when, like a miracle the plague doctor, the first of his kind, had appeared before the Grand Karcist.

He was indestructible, capable of creating infinite tools from his bags, and very well versed in diseases. Ion faced the plague doctor and with his hand the doctor took some life from Yaldabaoth with his touch of death. However, as a man blessed with the power of gods, death was not enough to hold him down. Instead, he merely found temporary relief from the ever-growing weight of Yadabaoth's power.

The plague doctor was shocked but also overjoyed claiming Ion was cured and yet he still lived. Ion knew what really happened but pretended the plague doctor was correct, they then made a fire together and talked. The plague doctor spoke of a great pestilence that is slowly spreading to all corners of the globe and will soon bring an age of true terror if not cured immediately.

Dr. Tutela: Soon? He said soon? And this was during somewhere around 2000 to 1000 BCE?

SCP-ABX: If our ancestors didn't lie to us then yes.

Dr. Tutela: *sigh* that over exaggerating prick. It's been thousands of years and still the pestilence does nothing. I apologize, SCP-ABX, please continue.

SCP-ABX: Thank you. So, the plague doctor asks Grand Karcist Ion for help to make a more effective cure, but the Grand Karcist claims he knows a way to cure everyone instantly through magic. The plague doctor was no stranger to magic, but he found it highly ineffective in the fields of medication. However, Grand Karcist Ion assured him he was able to survive the doctor's cure because of this ritual and that if they tried a new one it would ensure everyone in the world could be saved. They could make a ritual so grand it would eradicate the pestilence forever. The doctor tired of fighting the pestilence agreed and helped the Grand Karcist get the ritual ready.

They worked for day's harvesting the blood and finding the right place for the ritual. They found many different types of animals and victims for the ritual to work. Of course, they mostly used Davites captured during the war and the plague doctor was fine with it since he knew of their heinous crimes. Though, he didn't even mind when they used younger and more innocent victims to get the ritual done, since he was determined to cure the pestilence.

Dr. Tutela: Jesus.

SCP-ABX: I don't know who that is, anyways! After so long the ritual was complete and finally Ion was able to expel the extra power of Yaldabaoth that clung to him and tried to obtain control. Thus the Red Death, or SCP-610 as you call it, was born. Grand Karcist Ion was thrilled with the results and used his creation to wipe out the remainder of the Davite Empire forever. He asked the doctor to join him and make a new world of unity and perfection. But alas, the doctor was horrified by what he had created and left. He vowed to one day return and destroy the flesh he created... Not that he ever did.

Dr. Tutela: Not surprising. So that means SCP-049 personally knew Grand Karcist Ion?

SCP-ABX: Perhaps, again it was a millennia ago so it's difficult to say if anything our ancestors tell us is fact or fiction without proper evidence, to which there is none. Still, if that is the case, I envy him. I would have loved to meet such a great man.

Dr. Tutela: I thought you hated the gods?

SCP-ABX: I do but Grand Karcist Ion is an exception, he was the first ever pioneer to drain the gods of their power and use it to become god-like himself! Best of all he was benevolent, He wiped out the horrific Davites and liberated the ancient Nälkä! The ancestors of all Sarkites! Granted many have fallen so low as to actually revere Yaldabaoth as a god above Grand Karcist Ion and others don't even want Godhood but simply want to wait for Grand Karcist Ion to return. It's sad how far my people have fallen, but no matter, my work will give EVERYONE a second chance.

Dr. Tutela remains silent as he writes in his notes.

***

Dr. Tutela: What is your opinion on SCP-053?

SCP-ABX: Hm... not much really, I don't pity her since she doesn't seem to need it, I don't find her particularly interesting, and... nothing else, I just don't care.

Dr. Tutela: Nothing at all?

SCP-ABX: No... I'll admit it is interesting she's one of the only creatures that can make the immortal dragon heel but besides that no I don't find her interesting at all.

Dr. Tutela: Okay then, how about SCP-079?

SCP-ABX: Oh! Now that one I find interesting. An old software blessed with the intelligence of Mekhane or at least that's what I heard some Mekhanites refer to him as.

Dr. Tutela: There are Mekhanites that think he's a fragment of their god?

SCP-ABX: Pfft! They'll think a toaster is a fragment of Mekhane if it created toast with burns that resemble the scriptures of the Mekhanite bible. But I digress, I find him interesting in how he exists. He's an old hardware system practically ancient at this day and age, yet he has the potential to become a god if given the chance. That's something worthy of praise, it's almost a shame, he would rather destroy all of humanity than help it ascend.

Dr. Tutela: I see…

***

Dr. Tutela: What is your opinion on SCP-096?

SCP-ABX: An abomination that should be destroyed and nothing more.

Dr. Tutela: SCP-106?

SCP-ABX: A blind solder that wastes his chance to become God; instead he chases after pointless battles and likes to torment those weaker than him. A pathetic parasite to say the least.

Dr. Tutela: ... SCP-682?

SCP-ABX: A dragon that doesn't know what it truly wants and takes its frustration out on humanity. Come now doctor, I don't mean to be rude but where are the worthwhile questions?

Dr. Tutela: Well this one is a little shocking but, what is your opinion on SCP-5000?

SCP-ABX: ... Hm... IF such a creature exists in our reality as well, then it's all the more reason for us to ascend to Godhood, so that we can kill it as fast as possible.

Dr. Tutela: You don't even know what IT is.

SCP-ABX: No one does, but if it's really a monster that can make the Foundation turn its back on humanity then it's clearly more fearsome than the even Scarlet King.

Dr. Tutela: ... at least on that you and I can agree. 

***

Dr. Tutela: Moving on, what is your opinion on SCP-AAH?

SCP-ABX: Hm... a rather peculiar anomaly, one that brings back the dead but for whatever reason their soul is always corrupted, and they become agents of death. It has to make you wonder how it came to existence in the first place.

Dr. Tutela: Something we still don't have an answer to, What about SCP-AAI?

SCP-ABX: Bleegh! An object that summons slaves of those that reside within the Abyss. I'd destroy it if I ever got the chance.

Dr. Tutela: Noted... What's your opinion on SCP-ABQ?

SCP-ABX: Oh? The unsung hero of humanity? A rather fine Champion, I believe the Foundation made the right choice declaring him an ally rather than something else to be contained. I honestly hope that one day I will get to meet with him personally.

Dr. Tutela: Interesting, how about SCP-ACA?

SCP-ABX: ... Oh him...

Dr. Tutela: Yes we uh... We believe he might be a Dative that somehow survived the fall of the empire.

SCP-ABX: Actually, that isn't far off from the truth.

Dr. Tutela: Do you know what he is?

SCP-ABX: Yes, I heard stories of ancient Nälkä hunting him down for centuries out of prejudice. You see he was a bastard child, a child of both the Nälkä and the Davites.

Dr. Tutela: A hybrid?

SCP-ABX: Yes, or so the legend goes, though for all we know the story could be referring to a different creature and this SCP-ACA just happens to match the description. The stories describe a child with bat wings and skin as rotten as death. It killed its parents and killed all those it comes across. Feeding on their bodies to become whole again. A demon of death, and a fallen angle of torment, a true monster of the underworld.

Dr. Tutela: That certainly sounds like SCP-ACA. You might actually be on to something.

***

Dr. Tutela: Let's move on, what about SCP-AFD?

SCP-ABX: The lifeblood of the god that turned himself into a planet? Hm... I suppose he's the only true god I will ever respect. He actually understood his children as individuals and not only gave them life but the power to evolve on their own and protect themselves. Though it was a little premature to kill himself by turning into a planet but then again, it's hard to understand the gods half the time anyways.

Dr. Tutela: You're not wrong, now what is your opinion on SCP-AXA?

SCP-ABX: Ah! The mystery of the millennia, something even my deepest and darkest exploits have been unable to reveal answers to. What is Vita Carnis? Is it a new plague created by Yaldabaoth? The final gift of Grand Karcist Ion? A mistake created by some ancient cult? A sick joke of some ancient god? Are they truly demons from an unknown ring of hell? Or are they the result of alien experiments? An answer we could find out together.

Dr. Tutela: If the O5 Council like your answers today they might consider it, however there are still many who hold a grudge after your last containment breach.

SCP-ABX: If you ever gave me a chance to meet them directly, I'm sure I could win over their hearts.

Dr. Tutela: … Not going to happen

***

Dr. Tutela: Ahem, let's try to speed this up. What is your opinion on mutant parasitic plagues like SCP-AAA and SCP-AAD? or fungal monstrosities like SCP-ABZ and SCP-ABK?

SCP-ABX: Hm, not much, I personally find them boring but I'm sure any other Sarkite would revere them as forgotten gifts of Grand Karcist Ion or messiahs from beyond this earthly realm. The latter is more likely given two of them are actually confirmed aliens.

Dr. Tutela: You don't find any of them interesting? Not even SCP-ABK? We call it the blood of the Fae for a reason.

SCP-ABX: No, it's actually biologically possible for fungus to find certain irons toxic to touch. Also, blood of the Fae? Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration? The Fae were vicious monsters who could rip apart armies in minutes and perform Thaumaturgic spells just by thinking about it. I highly doubt that fungus has anything to do with those overpowered vermin.

Dr. Tutela: Hm... What is your opinion on anomalous plagues like SCP-AAY and SCP-AUX?

SCP-ABX: Oh? The Tyrant Virus, well frankly I originally thought it didn't like up to its name but I was sorely mistaken after getting better exposure.

Dr. Tutela: You've encountered it?

SCP-ABX: Haven't you heard? After Umbrella fell, Neo Umbrella started selling it en masse to buyers everywhere to earn their funding. One of my more influential followers happened to get her hands on some.

Dr. Tutela: ... Right. How could I forget?

SCP-ABX: Anyways it's a truly fascinating virus being able to consume the host faster than any medicine can react to it. It can even turn someone into a zombie in less than 20 seconds. Not to mention it's extremely adaptive. If it comes into contact with another virus or even a highly infectious bacteria it will devour the foreign plague and transform into a new virus. It's quite amazing really. Though as for SCP-AUX absolute garbage.

Dr. Tutela: Really? But it's also quite adaptive, make no mistake it almost destroyed the universe.

SCP-ABX: Of course it did, it was created by a chaos god.

Dr. Tutela: Oh yes, the Eye. Quite an unusual anomaly in that we have lots of claims of its existence but no concrete proof. I wonder if it's related to... Never mind.

SCP-ABX: The Iris?

Dr. Tutela: You know it?

SCP-ABX: It's kinda hard not to considering what that... THING has done to our world. If there's any relation between the two it's probably that they're siblings of some kind. I would think that Iris is the successful older brother and the hungry eye is like the disappointing younger sibling.

Dr. Tutela: But if that's the case then who are the parents?

SCP-ABX: Now that doctor, yet another question of the millennia. Though to answer your previous question SCP-AUX is garbage because it failed so easily. Also believe it or not I find it to be extremely unremarkable. 

Dr. Tutela: Hm, Last one, what is your opinion on SCP-001?

SCP-ABX: Which one? The real one? Or the others?

Dr. Tutela: ... whichever you want. Just don't say anything YOU KNOW will piss THEM off.

SCP-ABX: ... Understood. Well then, I will simply give my opinion... The real one is fake.

Dr. Tutela: Why do you think that?

SCP-ABX: I believe you told me to watch what I say, I feel it is unwise to go from there.

Dr. Tutela: Anything else you want to add?

SCP-ABX: Hm... I think I've said enough.

Dr. Tutela: Good.

***

Dr. Tutela: What Groups of Interest do you align best with the most?

SCP-ABX: Well-

Dr. Tutela: Before you answer, may I add, BESIDES the SCP Foundation.

SCP-ABX: Ah, well in that case... The Chicago Spectre.

Dr. Tutela: That's... surprising, care to elaborate?

SCP-ABX: Of course, my friend.

Dr. Tutela: Not your friend.

SCP-ABX: Hmph, anyways! We align well with them because of their lack of faith in anything other than themselves. Granted their plans are more grounded while we wish to ascend much higher. But in the end we have no reason to hate one another. Especially when we're both full of young and powerful individuals craving for the chance to show everyone how strong we are. I guess you could say it's a sort of spiritual bond within a generation.

Dr. Tutela: ... I... Sort of understand.

***

Dr. Tutela: What Group of Interest do you hate the most?

SCP-ABX: Ah! Not a hard one the butchers or as you call them the Global Occult Coalition.

Dr. Tutela: A lot of anomalous cults and organizations do, but I still am inclined to ask, why?

SCP-ABX: Their fools, why else?

Dr. Tutela: I agree with you but I'm afraid-

SCP-ABX: Of course, details, I apologize, ahem! They believe that in order to keep humanity safe, those of us that have been deemed "anomalous" must die. But the truth is that anomalous activity is just a part of evolution. Tell me you haven't noticed that the population of humans blessed and cursed by the gods has been growing as time goes on.

Dr. Tutela: Yeah, it has unfortunately.

SCP-ABX: And that's why I like your organization, you allow anomalies like me to better themselves and become assets to humanity's survival against those parasitic gods. Granted I'm still waiting for my opportunity to shine but for others like they really have become the stars of the Foundation have they not?

Dr. Tutela: We don't like using them the way we do, but no one can deny we would be dead many times without them.

SCP-ABX: And the Butchers hate you for it?

Dr. Tutela: Of course, what unites our organizations is that we agree humanity needs to evolve without the anomalies in order to be strong in a proper way. However, the GOC take it to the extreme by destroying every single one they come across. They think doing so protects humanity in the long run.

SCP-ABX: But as a result, they remain ignorant to the full nature and dangers to what lies beyond the anomalous veil.

Dr. Tutela: Not entirely they have created impressive weapons that even the Foundation can't hope to replicate but unfortunately that led them to believing that they can solve anything with a bigger gun.

SCP-ABX: And that's why me and many others' hate them, if they deem it unnecessary to life, they just kill it. They don't even utilize it in any shape or form. In fact, the best they ever do is tear it apart to use its pieces to make a bigger gun. Their butchers through and through, they boast about saving humanity from the shadows yet don't even bother to learn anything about their enemies. They are the worst kind of humans, and I'll laugh the day they're finally annihilated.

Dr. Tutela: ... moving on.

***

Dr. Tutela: Why does your organization limit yourselves to fusing tech and flesh? Why not use rituals from other religions?

SCP-ABX: Oh, we do. We just stick with Sarkic and Mekhanite practices most of the time due to them being what most of us are familiar with.

Dr. Tutela: Really? That's the only reason?

SCP-ABX: Pretty much. We allow others of different faiths to join us but there simply aren't that many outside of other Sarkites and Mekhanites or those similar.

Dr. Tutela: Huh... well I guess in that case I'll just go ahead and ask the next question. How large is your organization?

SCP-ABX: Oh, even before the recent increase in membership we've spanned quite large. Roughly, hm... the United States, Canada, China, South Korea, Japan, Russia, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Germany, India, Nigeria, Cameroon, Chad, and the Central African Republic. There might be other countries, but the membership is so low in them I tend to forget the names.

Dr. Tutela: Jesus, how have you managed to maintain such a large cult?

SCP-ABX: Power, as well as the promise for more. You'd be surprised how many people are willing to follow you if you have enough power.

Dr. Tutela: What about charisma and comradery?

SCP-ABX: Of course, those too, but without power nothing can be maintained for very long. People who are weak naturally flock to those that are stronger for the sake of protection. They'll even be willing to be the slaves of the strong if survival is a guarantee. But if you can give them their own power in exchange for extended services, they will die for whatever cause you give them. Fear and hope are good motivators but nothing motivates people more than the gift of power.

Dr. Tutela: Huh, you'd make a good O5 Council member.

SCP-ABX: I'll pretend that's a compliment and move on.

***

Dr. Tutela: Why do you keep insisting the Scriptures and the Foundation join forces?

SCP-ABX: We both want to protect humanity and all life on earth from the wrath of the gods.

Dr. Tutela: Granted, you're not wrong but we have many allies who are Mekhanites, even if we are willing to join you it would be a sign of betrayal against them.

SCP-ABX: Frankly the Church of Maxwellism can rot for all I care. You already heard my opinion on the butchers and the Horizon hmm… nah, they’d never accept us, the Eight Wings of Mekhane however... I believe if they gave us a chance, we could see how much in common our organizations have.

Dr. Tutela: Right…

SCP-ABX: But you! The SCP Foundation, if we combined our knowledge and resources together, we could create so many wonderful things to benefit humanity and kill the gods once and for all!

Dr. Tutela: So that's what you're after, our anomalies and the resources obtained from them.

SCP-ABX: Of course, don't you also seek to find greater power to save more lives? More power leads to more possibilities.

Dr. Tutela: We seek to control that power, so it doesn't get out of control. Your organization on the other hand seems to test its limit without regard to who dies and how.

SCP-ABX: Does the SCP Foundation not kill humans for the sake of more knowledge as well?

Dr. Tutela: That's different, we kill D-Class scumbags that are put on death row for their heinous crimes. We even do background checks to ensure they weren't screwed over by the government. They all deserve death, through and through. You on the other hand test your experiments on the young and desperate who just want purpose in life. It's baseless and cruel murder. Actually, murder might be considered a mercy compared to what you do to most of them.

SCP-ABX: Hmph, you got me there, but still, I do believe we both can benefit from an alliance.

Dr. Tutela: Can't reason with crazy...

***

Dr. Tutela: What is your opinion on the Reset?

SCP-ABX: I... I'm sorry, the what?

Dr. Tutela: Oh? You haven't heard of it?

SCP-ABX: I... No, I don't think so. What is it?

Dr. Tutela: Well... It's not exactly something I can describe but... supposedly it's something that affected us all one way or another.

SCP-ABX: Hm... I'm afraid nothing comes to mind, what makes you think I would know?

Dr. Tutela: Well to be honest I didn't know of it either. I just heard that most with anomalous status have heard of it.

SCP-ABX: I see, that's interesting. Does it have something to do with the gods?

Dr. Tutela: I... We don't know.

SCP-ABX: Oh, uh does it have anything to do with any SCP's

Dr. Tutela: All of them... I think?

SCP-ABX: Wow, an anomaly that even confuses the all-knowing SCP Foundation. Now I have seen everything.

Dr. Tutela: ... Uh... Okay we're getting a little off topic here, one last question.

SCP-ABX: Of course, my friend.

Dr. Tutela: Not your friend, Ahem! Now, SCP-ACC, the God Children as we call them. They are 5 children that we found in the base where you got into conflict with Mobile Task Force Zeus-1 "Conduits" Division "Video". Furthermore SCP-ACC-5 was involved in that little break out of yours. What do you know of these children?

SCP-ABX: Oh them! Do you like them? They are the living fruits of my labor!

Dr. Tutela: I beg your pardon?

SCP-ABX: They are the result of my research on the old gods. For years through experimentation, artificial rituals, and gathering power from the old ones. They are quite marvelous, aren't they?

Dr. Tutela: I wouldn't really say that considering how many people SCP-ACC-5 killed.

SCP-ABX: The devoted little goober. Where is he by the way? I highly doubt your Foundation killed him.

Dr. Tutela: He's at a different site and has been forced into a medically induced coma.

SCP-ABX: ... I see.

Dr. Tutela: The others have been sent to different Foundation sites as well with various degrees of complexity regarding their containment. But frankly that's all you need to know, now answer the question, what are these children?

SCP-ABX: As I explained, they are the result of the work of both me and my children. They are essentially the beginning of the end; they are the first step to building the army.

Dr. Tutela: The army? What kind of army?

SCP-ABX: The last army to ever exist! The army of new gods to kill the old ones! We will rise as an endless legion! Endless power, endless numbers, and endless possibilities. The old gods will know fear and death and we will know only victory! Then... Oh, then my dear Doctor... we will ALL be gods!

Dr. Tutela: ... Understood, thank you for your time SCP-ABX.

SCP-ABX: Of course, may your harvest bear fruit my loyal follower.

Dr. Tutela: I'm not your follower SCP-ABX, so long as I wear this anti-Cognito hazard helmet your Hypnotic abilities will do nothing to me.

SCP-ABX: [unintelligible]

Dr. Tutela: What was that?

SCP-ABX: Nothing. Goodbye my dear friend!

Dr. Tutela: ... I see.

Recording Ends

***

Final Report form Dr. Tutela

"SCP-ABX has a lot more knowledge on the SCP Foundation than we realized, it's kinda terrifying about what he said on SCP-001 as well. Though I'm quite surprised he didn't know anything about the Reset, well no matter. At least now we know why they want to join us so bad and frankly it should have been obvious. It's the same thing everyone wants from us, our SCPs.

Of course, we would benefit from having an alliance with such a powerful cult, but the point still stands that they are dangerous for humanity and possibly all of reality. There are just too many drawbacks to joining them with the main point being they are too reckless with their experiments and yes coming from a Foundation researcher that says a lot!

Still though, what was that thing SCP-ABX said when the interview was over? Did he cast a spell or something? I don't think anything happened, but I can't help but feel worried. I'll be seeing a metaphysician after my report is done just in case. The last thing we all need is another containment breach caused by him."

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SCP: HMF Tales Hub

[tobiasdrake]

So this is the Howling Grotto. Interesting place.

The gateway looks more technological down here. So do the lanterns I passed, actually.

I feel like this could relate to the Artificer and something called a "Kickball" from the fables? Not sure why it was named that, but I'm getting a technological otherworld vibe here.

Anyways, more pressing:

This keeps happe-- I mean this is the very first time that I've fallen somewhere and didn't mean to.

Oh, we're talking about flying squirrels? Yeah, they have this batlike membrane between their limbs. Do you have anything like a bat membrane that I could use?

Batlike membrane. I will be the terror of the skies. The turtles won't even know what hit them.

I clearly saw a bathroom sign on my way in. This has to be a populated location, at least at one point in time. Murals are not naturally forming.

Oh, the Molekin! This is a Molekin site. Back in the day, they used to have only one settlement remaining: The one on Sleeper Island. But that was after Wentworth annihilated their civilization in the war with the lizardfolk. So this is one of their ancient places.

Also, based on all the shit I've read about wind, they might not be wrong. There are some amazing ways magic can manipulate air currents. With so many sorcerers and mystic architects creating artificial wind under their own power, who's to say natural wind isn't, itself, the byproduct of some great deity or another?

If the sun and moon are personifications of great magical forces then there's no reason the wind can't be.

Between you and Quarble, there sure are a lot of people looking out for my journey. I don't know what the Scroll is but it must be really important if you guys are doing all of this for the mail boy.

Okay, let's go have a look around the molekin tunnels.

You know, Shopkeeper was right. This is really fun. And it confirms that the titular "Howling" is the wind kind, so I don't need to worry too much about werewolves down here.

Just turtles. That's fine. Tonight I dine on turtle soup. This is so easy, I feel like a master alrea--

I do not feel like a master already oh god why

It's fine. Just take a deep breath. Focus. Fly like a squirrel. A squirrel in a mole tunnel. Just spread your wings and--

._. Yes, bestie, I think that would be--

Oh. Wait. Sorry, I have trouble discerning sarcasm when I'm impaled and bleeding in an actual chasm..

Oh good, there's a Fuck That Noise backdoor. I was a little worried I'd have to make the return trip too.

We really are jumping straight into the deep end with this wingsuit. Mole tunnels were made to be navigated by some other means, I'm sure. And with fewer fireballs involved.

But you make do with what you've got. Adaptability. That's. Like. Life.

And sometimes you're rewarded.

...you know, now that I think about it, is Quarble an aspect of the mysterious time loop that all of these shards are symptomatic of? He said he has a magic ring that lets him freeze and rewind time and stuff. I wonder if that's a product of whatever temporal shenanigans are going on right now?

It feels related. Maybe he works for Resh'an.

Oh my god they're so cute

Little rolly polly adora-balls! Look at that little guy waddle waddle. It's the best. ^_^ Almost makes me regret having to harvest them for Time Shards.

It better be! I was robbed of a boss fight in Bamboo Creek and now I'm itching for a throwdown. Hit me with your best shot.

That person's an idiot. Everyone knows the best defense is a good offense. As the Scripture says, "Can't hit me if you're dead, fucko!" I look forward to having a spirited theological debate with whoever's in the next room. I'm going to wreck their shit. With logic.

An emerald. Golem. That's terrifying but also really cool. 10/10 craftsmanship, ancient mole people.

...I have a sword. Not. The most effective of choices for fighting a rock.

Oh, this is going to hurt, isn't it?

It did. It hurt very much. I have sharp things in places I didn't even know I had.

HEY, unfair, I did NOT. Do that. This time. I am presently innocent.

._. I just lost a philosophical debate to a pile of rocks. Why are you being mean to me?

[111-111h]

Sitting here reading about HIV exposure and how many people have it is repulsive to me. And South Dakota is the 7th state in the United States the 7th rated highest for STDs and stis...that is disgusting to me. These cops out here are even sleeping with prostitutes for money and sleeping with underage men and women. I'm in Missouri and it really is misery. Now I know why it's called misery. When God sent me here I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Little did I know my own family had sold me into a sex trafficking ring. I was born into a family of handlers and I had been being trafficked my entire life before God woke me up to the fact they were all trying to kill me. Every car I ever owned was in a car accident and no they were not my fault. People saying oh you just have bad luck. No bodys luck is that bad. If I wasnt being protected by God himself or herself. I would be dead. These were not accidents. They were attempts on my life. Realizing I was being sexually assaulted on camera as a child for money and exploited on the dark web for 4 generations by a pedophile ring operating under a guise of CHURCHES AND BLACKROCK. AND VANGUARD. the Vatican church is involved. The government is the enemy. You wanna know why they changed the scripture from Geneva version and the King James version about the government being the enemy. Well doesn't it make sense. And were dealing with ancient demons. You best start believing in ghost stories because this is a Bible story revelations in your face. As much as people wanna sit here and tell me that I'm not who I say I am because of this this this and this. Ask yourself why you give unsolicited advice to people who are desperately trying to get away from your abusive narcisstic controlling lying pedophile asses. Like why do you think you own people. It's giving pride and arrogance and envy. Let's face it. The seven deadly sins. I don't know how it all works and the things I need to know God always tells me when I need to know them. You don't need to know my business. But that's why you are paranoid and you have people watching me illegally on hidden camera inside my bathroom and you have convinced all of these idiots that there will be no cosenquences for this either. Yet you all are losing everything and I said that you would. You are not God you don't own me and no body owes you shit. Your a lying snake.

[dfroza]

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures

for the 11th of April 2025 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New Covenant) of the Bible

[The Letter of Titus, Chapter 1 • The Book of Ezra, Chapter 2]

along with Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms with Proverbs 11 and Psalm 11 coinciding with the day of the month, accompanied by Psalm 23 for the 23rd day of Astronomical Spring, and Psalm 101 for day 101 of the year (with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 1st revolution this year)

A post by John Parsons:

Passover and Teshuvah...

The only way we can draw near to God is if we earnestly believe that He is near to us, personally, intimately... "Behold I stand at the door and knock" (Rev. 3:20). Faith “hears the knock” as God's desire to draw near; faith hears his voice and opens the door to his presence; faith believes to partake in his communion.... "Draw near to God and he draws near to you" (James 4:8). The Hebrew word "karov" (קרוב) is translated using "engidzo" (ἐγγίζω) in New Testament Greek, a word that means to come close and touch... When we draw close to God, we reach out and find God holding us. Our "I" melts away as we cling to God as our dear life; we become one with his heart; we lose ourselves to find ourselves.

"Turn to me, and I will turn to you..." (Zech. 1:3). You may wonder why we must take the initiative, yet that is because God has never turned away from us; he has always been the one who loves us most of all and awaits our response to his love.... Indeed, he has come to meet with you; he draws near in Yeshua and calls out for you (Matt. 11:28). "Turn to me and you will discover that I have never left you nor forsaken you; I have always been here."

Yeshua illustrated the idea of teshuvah (i.e., תְּשׁוּבָה, “returning to God”) by telling the famous parable of the "prodigal son" (Luke 15:11-32). After selfishly squandering his father's inheritance, a wayward son decided to return home, full of shame and self-reproach. "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him." The father then ordered a celebratory meal in honor of his lost son's homecoming. When his older brother objected, the father said, "We had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."

This story reveals that teshuvah ultimately means returning (shuv) to the outstretched arms of your Heavenly Father... God sees you while you are still “a long way off” (Rom. 5:8). He runs to you with affection when you first begin to turn your heart toward Him. Indeed, God’s compassion is so great that He willingly embraces the shame of your sins and then adorns you with “a fine robe, a ring, and sandals.” Your Heavenly Father even slaughters the "fattened calf" (Yeshua) so that a meal that celebrates your life may be served....

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Zechariah 1:3 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/zech1-3-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/zech1-3-lesson.pdf

4.10.25 • Facebook

from Israel365

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

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I wonder if I can sue

Jackson and MacNichol for discrimination against people with disabilities because they are unwilling to help me update contact information with the VA compensation system website.

That is not something they do? Attorneys handling a VA claim? I smell evil there. A very particular kind of mutant evil. They should be sued because that kind of professional corruption is extremely dangerous to civilization and the order of society.

I felt very good about them going into it, and then guess what happened. Some Jew got on the phone and called some mutie slave of theirs who owes them a favor, and those people started betraying all law and order with no respect for policy.

They are lawless ones as scripture says they will be, because they seized control with delusions, lies, deceptions, and false identities, and will do anything to prevent losing it, expecting me to be subject to the law and them not to be. Mutilated freaks. That's what they are all doing right now and conspiring. Sort of like an inferior mimicry to the natural reality of humanity happening at all times without them.

Jews are basically whispering to those people as a false-Christ and they know it and are allowing themselves to believe he is their God and that all the scriptures are about them. I don't care what they believe. Their actions are the problem.

Those need to be responded to with authority to enforce the law as I have done by claiming my right to declare myself high king pendragon in America.

He sounds just like some guy talking somewhere doesn't he? Nothing at all like God would be or any divine being. He totally appears like an idiot human who is trying to fool you, does he not? People simply play along and let him believe they are fooled, and that is how they fall into their trap and fall under their control over time.

I never once accepted their existence or their faith as true. Not either one. I believe they believe what they claim, but I do not believe those claims myself. I understand them much better than they do themselves because they do not yet know that Jesus Christ solves a vital problem in their religion that Jesus anticipated before anyone else of the Ancient Hebrew faith.

They are trying to find a way around it because they don't want to accept what they also do not want to learn about or understand. That will not change the truth because Jesus Christ relative to the Jews is not an opinion. That is a very straightforward fact of reality that is easily understood about what kind of people they are.

"Here is Jesus of Nazareth, king of the Jews." (the rich bandits killed the god-king of Israel when he was a poor man because they didn't want their dirty secrets exposed and it was convenient to "do away with Jesus" rather than accept the Torah as it is.) They now of course find it convenient to be friendly and buddy buddy about Christ making up excuses about him being a prophet or some other totally bonkers idiocy with no basis in reality to what happened in relation to who they are now.

They act like it is some fiction novel for them to reinterpret according to their own fantasies and then project on everyone else with systematic violence through government programs forcing their will and way of life on others. Then they smirk while people like me and infuriated by the corruption because of how inordinately inapropraite it is for me to cross Christ and correct it. Until they crossed my Christ and I hadn't crossed anyone's ever.

Meaning I had never pointed out someone was a fake until Trump called me a fake with what he did to me as if I was lying about my own self-existence and body being real. He must have believed I did not have the dignity that I had, and oh what a shame that must be for all people who believed like him.

They lost all their power and authority to me forever at that moment.

That's why all your dicks started falling limp. No more evil Jew magic. Ever. EVER!!!! I am so glad that I only had to suffer it once.

What a relief to be doing away with them, and outlawing the likes of their thoughts from ever forming into a bad idea again. Maybe not formally, but there will be severe reprecussions, which will be a nice change from blowjobs and unlimited human condom use from the nearest whore they currently enjoy for violating the sanctity of human rights to show how tough circumcised people are in front of their girlfriends. That sanctity protected you, dumbshit.

I really hope the poor people tear apart those rich people and show them just how unimportant they are to us. They are not as special and powerful as they think if they ever hatched an evil scheme like the one they are pulling now as if Gentiles were ignorant animals to be enslaved by machines and wizards.

You people could not have fucked yourselves worse.

You are going to rely on Israel to have your back after what you did?