#the alchemy project

[marwolaeth1993]

Experiment gone wrong

Lambert bodily tossed himself aside when his latest experiment blew up, taking out a good portion of his equipment with it. He coughed as he inhaled the smoke and waved his hands around to try and clear the air.

An odd chirrup sound caught his attention, and he blinked, looking around for the source. He got to his knees, a little sore from his fall, and frowned hard, squinting his eyes at his workbench. Something was there, but he couldn't see because of the smoke. The odd chirrup noise was back, definitely coming from his workbench. He got to his feet and approached, waving his hands through the smoke.

When it finally cleared, his eyes landed on the source of the chirrup noises. It was a ball of fur. He stared, body going utterly still as his instincts screamed at him to get his ass out of there.

"The fuck," he rasped, blinking and leaning forward to take a better look at the thing on his workbench. Yep, a quivering ball of fur making chirrup noises, thrilling and crooning in its place. Warily he reached out with gloved hand and poked it, quickly withdrawing his hands, all it did was thrill in a rather high pitch. Hesitantly he got closer to the table and picked the furball up. It had four tiny paws, legs? Lambert wasn’t sure what to call the four tiny limbs, they had tiny claws, but overall seemed harmless. He turned the furball over in his hands, no eyes. He carefully prodded it, looking for a mouth, he found nothing.

Baffled, he set the thing back onto the table. It chirred at him, bobbing in place. "The fuck did I do," Lambert muttering to himself, utterly baffled at what he had created. It was alive, that much he could tell. Fairly docile, and so far, all it did was make crooning noises and bob and sway gently in its place. It had no visible gender, no eyes nor a mouth that Lambert could find. It was utterly weird, that was what it was.

Lambert sighed and moved to pick up some of his ingredients only to find the furball eating his Belladonna roots. He stared at it, as it rapidly consumed the plants and roots on the bench. Well that answered the question of whether it had a mouth or not. Evidently, it had one. Were those fangs? Lambert cocked his head and took a closer look, wincing when he caught singing of a row of razor-sharp teeth gnawing a mandrake root it half.

With teeth like that, it could probably eat flesh too. Or rather rip it straight from the bone. "I should feed it," Lambert decided and with no regard for his own safety, picked up the vibrating ball of fluff and carried it with him and out of the room.

He swiftly made his way to the kitchens and asked Marlene for meat. She retrieved it for him and watched with horror as the creature insisted arms leaped onto the table and proceeded to devour the cows leg on it. "Holy fuck," Lambert cursed as his creation stripped the meat from the bone and then ate that too, it's silver colored teeth crunching it in pieces.

"What in goods name is that?" Marlene asked, panic in her voice and fear in her scent. Lambert stared at her for a moment and then looked back at the thing he had created. It sat quietly now, well mostly quiet. It was swaying lightly and chrring and crooning again. "I don't fucking now," he confessed.

"Well, you had best find out my lord, because that is not safe." Marlene told him, her voice wavering as she shoved a whole chicken to the creature and watched as it devoured that as well. Lambert felt himself agreeing with her, for all that it looked harmless it definitely wasn't. Sure they had fed it now, but he had no idea how much it needed to eat, what it's limits were regarding food or even if it would stop at animals, flowers, roots and plants. What if it could eat humans?

Lambert picked the creature up and shuddered, remembering that it had very sharp teeth somewhere. Still he found himself all but hugging it to his chest and carried it out of the kitchen. He needed to tell Geralt and maybe Eskel and may e one of the sorceresses should examine it. Because, whatever the fuck he had created, was dangerous. His instincts still screamed at him to drop it and haul ass. He wasn’t going to, letting an unknown omnivorous creature with the potential to eat humans loose in the keep was a bad, bad idea.

And so he made his way to the council rooms, barged in without knocking and dropped his creature onto the table. It crooned at him and began eating a stack of papers. Lambert let it. Wisely staying away from its teeth. Everyone else stared from him to the creature and then watched with horror fascination as it started making a dent in a stack of papers, which had been eye height high. It no longer was.

"Lambert, what in the hell is that?" It was Vesemir who voiced the question. "Fuck if I know. My experiment blew up, created that. It eats plants, Belladonna, mandrake, wolfsbane, chicken, a whole cows leg and paper too. I think it eats anything it can get its teeth on. Its soft, has four stubby legs with claws, a row of silver colored teeth, razor sharp as it crunched through the bone of the cows leg like it was a cookie." Lambert answered, he motioned to the now thrilling creature, it seemed to be singing. "I couldn't find any eyes and it's teeth are really well hidden. I don't fucking know what the fuck it is. But it just does that," the creature crooned at him, bobbing up and down and chirping to the room. "And eats whatever."

Yennefer had a look of fascination on her face as she approached. She reached out to touch it, withdrawing her hand when the flufball revealed a row of razor-sharp teeth and growled at her, inching towards Lambert and keeping its teeth in her direction. Lambert quickly put a hand on its head, and abruptly the growling stopped, the teeth vanished, and a crooning sound filled the air. "Guess it doesn't like sorceresses."

"Kill it," one of the schoolheads spoke up. "We can't have unknown creatures roaming the keep. You said it likely eats anything. What if it eats humans?" Lambert bristled, the creature made an odd noise and then began devouring anything pile of paperwork. Eskel made a devastating noise, reaching out to stop it and found himself with a hand full of crooning fluff. The creature rubbed itself against Eskels hands, crooning and chirring in delight. "So it eats whatever it finds, hates sorceresses and likes Eskel and Lambert." Vesemir mused thoughtfully, observing the ball of fluff with interest.

Geralt curiously reached out and when it didn't growl at him, began petting it. Much to its delight, if the noises it made were any indication. "Maybe it just likes witchers," Yennefer mused. She looked like she wanted to take the being apart to see how it worked.

"What we need to do, is figure out how much it needs to eat, how to stop it from wandering off and what it might attack so we can avoid the thing just wandering around, eating residents." Vesemir spoke up, notebook in hand and already making notes. Lambert sighed and rubbed his face. "Fuck, look I can take it hunting. See how much it eats or if it can hunt for itself."

"I'll come along, make sure it doesn't wander off." Eskel volunteers to go with Lambert. Obviously wanting to keep an eye on the younger wolf and make sure the creature didn't hurt him. "Thanks," Lambert grunted, twitching when his creation hopped over to him and began chirping and bobbing up and down. "Wonder what that means," one of the school heads piped up curiously. Lambert picked the creature up and let it rest in his arms against his chest. It quieted down immediately and crooned at him.

"Well, we know who it likes best." Yennefer pointed out. She itched to let her Chaos examine the critter, whatever it was, it was new and exiting. Who knows what secrets it held, what it could tell her, what discoveries there were to be made.

"Right, let's hunt. Get it fed and then figure out what exactly you created." Vesemir decided, snapping his notebook shut. And hunt they did. Lambert headed out with Eskel, whilst Vesemir and Geralt got the lab ready with Yennefer.

The creature turned out to be able to leap onto animals once it got into range but couldn't hunt down anything on its own. It relied on Lambert to get it close and then leapt forward, razor sharp teeth digging into skin and muscle and swelling a massive bite, leaving a bleeding neck behind with a huge chunk of meat and muscle just gone. It devoured its kill at a rapid speed and didn't even leave bones behind for scavengers. Eskel winced as the creature crunched its way through the bones of a bear. And it hadn’t been the first kill either. No Lambert’s creation had devoured two deer, a wild boar, sixteen rabbits, two hares, and now a bear. It also uprooted a few plants and ate a bunch of poisonous herbs. Lambert approached it with two rabbits in his hands and held them out, the creature made no move to eat them, so the redhead tied the dead animals to his belt and picked up his deadly creation. "Seems like it enough," he decided, cradling it close to his chest. It let out a burping noise and then cooed. Eskel gave him a disturbed look, "Lambert, it just ate two deer, a boar, sixteen rabbits, two hares, and a whole bear. Bones and all. I sure hope it's done eating."

The redhead shrugged, glancing down at the fluffball in his arms. "Let's get it to Vesemir." He turned around and headed back to the keep, figuring out what the creature was, was next on the list of things to do.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 117

Jaskier's head often hurts. He doesn't always tell Geralt, but Geralt catches him putting a hand to his forehead and wincing in pain. Jaskier will sometimes lose days of songwriting inspiration, or time for hobbies, because when he and Geralt aren't moving down the path, Jaskier will lay in his bedroll writhing in pain and groaning at how unfair life is. Geralt at first thought Jaskier was exaggerating his pain, as Jaskier tended to be dramatic. When Geralt hinted at this though, Jaskier looked at him with such a hurt expression that Geralt panicked his way into somehow saving the conversation. The very next winter, Geralt asks Lambert, who is much better with potions and the like, to help him make some sort of pain remedy. They test and experiment all winter, before they finally make on they're both happy enough with to send off that spring. Geralt and Jaskier have been reunited for two weeks when Jaskier reaches a hand up and rubs one side of his face, with particular amounts of pressure and care given to his eye and brow. Geralt fishes around in his bags before holding it out to Jaskier. "...What is this?" "The only potion I have safe for humans. Ask me for it, never dig it out yourself, it looks similar to some of the others." "What does it do, Geralt?" "It should help. With... With the pain." Jaskier shoots out sad scents. That wasn't what Geralt expected from his gift. "I'm sorry, Geralt! I didn't mean to slow us down so much! I can work through it! i can keep walking!" Geralt explains he doesn't want Jaskier to "work through it", he wants Jaskier to not be in pain and to be happy. Jaskier, growing up as a busy young viscount, apparently was told to push through and continue with his schoolwork and duties, no matter how bad the migraine. Geralt assures his bard that all Geralt wants is Jaskier's happiness, and Jaskier drinks the potion. Merely twenty minutes later and Jaskier was bouncing around and singing again. He liked seeing his bard not be in pain.

[cosmicportal]

[anxiousapplepie]

Does Rose Knights have a dark magic equivalent. Rose and Dragon magic seem life aligned so is there rot magic or something?

Well, not technically? I mean, there are Necroknights and Dryads, but I wouldn't call that dark magic. It's just what happens when you pour magic into a black Rose or Dragon who's truly dead and using the leftover body for another purpose However! The Bugs totally have something that everybody else would call "Dark magic". Or Dark science, more accurately!

[likeawolfatthemoon]

the tortured poets department - taylor swift

[disneyfanatic1993]

Var and Rud Cooling Off

Just a little something I did for a summer event in @alchemyinitiative 's discord server. 😁

In summer, Varian likes to cool off by swimming in the ocean. Ruddiger, not so much... 🤣

[gnosticinitiation]

Our real Being is of a universal nature. Our real Being is neither a kind of superior nor inferior “I.” Our real Being is impersonal, universal, divine. He transcends every concept of “I,” me, myself, ego, etc., etc.

-Samael Aun Weor from his book "The Perfect Matrimony"

[ninebaalart]

Project E [Equivalence Exchange] Vol. 1

maybe one of the greatest mods of all time? every part of it clicks in such a cool way to me, it actively plays right into what i love about minecraft and gives the entire game a bit of that skyblock magic

[atiianeishaunted]

redraw of an old f2u icon of sindicate my love

rip alchemy stars u_u

[deelovesbooks]

ok time for a (partial) round up of the 2024 Christmas gifts made! Honestly I need to start making these two years in advance I swear 😂 maybe then I'll have time to get better pictures

First up for my younger sister: BMO from adventure time!

Completed 1am Christmas day and dear lord never again. Initial plan was to use a beanbag to add some weight to help him sit but I couldn't find any so I did perhaps the most Canadian thing I've ever done, he has a hockey puck in him 😂

Next up for my friend L: yellow guy from DHMIS

I made her the red guy last year I do not like DHMIS, any of it I've seen has been under duress but she loves it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he's not quite the right colours but that's what I had lol he was mostly done in September and then I got sick of him and forgot how much I still had to complete so he was finished I think 4am? the day we were getting together and reminded me how much I hate attaching things together lmao

Next my friend K: Pigeon! (+ ghostbusters and coasters)

She loves pigeons. I've been giving her something pigeon and/or cat related for years now 😂 the Ghostbusters thing is a long story about oh god probably around a decade ago now but involved K terrorizing L and when I stumbled across this pattern entirely by accident I knew I HAD to make it and now it will haunt L every time we visit K&P bc what else are friends for? 😂 Not pictured are 4 Easter themed coasters I forgot I made for K two bunnies and two chickens and they reminded me how much I do not like crocheting with cotton yarn lol. Oh and the pigeon was done mostly 5-6am and did the 2nd wing and attached them ~9:30 an hour before I had to leave the house lol

Last for this post is P(Ks bf): Lethal Company bottle opener/magnet

If I thought my forearms and such hurt after doing hours of knitting that's got nothing on nearly doing this all in one day. Tiny coping saw (to cut out the profile), and hours of Dremel carving, and then Dremel and hand sanding take a toll the next day lol. All the dark parts are carved out maybe 1/8"? Then a dark stain applied in the carved spaces, then the lighter brown stain varnish applied to the entire piece. The stains themselves are random ones I picked off the shelf lmao for the image I just transfered a png of I think the characters helmet which is the game launch icon? All I know is it's a videogame that K said P loved 😂 completed mostly in one day 2 days before gifting, bottle opener insert and magnets glued in around midnight day of bc I had to wait for stuff to dry lol

And of course each person who got a gift (handmade or not) from me got one of those knitted star ornaments :) pt 2 & pt 3

[greenerteacups]

crying screaming throwing up at the latest Lionheart update – only amplified by my listening to the Tortured Poets Department (anthology) while reading. What are your favourite songs from the album? and what would be Hermione and Draco's faves?

favorites: So Long London, BDILH, Florida, Guilty as Sin, The Bolter

Guilty as Sin? is the one that I'll be using for my imaginary blorbo music videos for a while, personally. BDILH is going to be the new star-crossed-lovers edit audio on TikTok from now til the heat-death of the universe, and I personally am going to enjoy that. The Bolter is the best storytelling, and I think its specificity is its strength.

I think Hermione and Draco are 90's babies, and I have self-indulgently projected my own taste for 80's/90's altrock onto both of them. I think Daphne would go full Swiftie in a hot minute, though. Would go nuts for the Alchemy. (It's me, I'm Daph.)

[valy-gc]

Professor Neige Snowveil

Subject: Alchemy & Potionmaking

Resonance: Snow White (Snow White)

Legacy Arte: Mirror’s Reflection – Ability to create magical illusions that reflect the truth, whether it's a vision or emotion. This power can be used to either deceive or reveal hidden truths.

Age: 23

Race: human

Birthday: January 12

Height: 180 cm

Hobby: Reflecting on truths through alchemy

Likes: Harmony

Dislikes: Conflict

Homeland: Austreim

Personality: Gentle, composed, and deeply empathetic. Neige is a listener who often chooses diplomacy over confrontation. His natural kindness makes him beloved by those around him, though he hides an inner strength when faced with injustice.

Gift: A set of rare potion ingredients or an ornate mirror. Neige’s gentle and kind nature would appreciate gifts that show care and empathy.

More infos:

[thirsty-4-ghouls]

so... you know how I said I wasn't going to make the 'grandma's sewing scraps' dragon? I looked in the auction house out of pure curiosity and did not expect to see her. THE perfect dragon for it

plans:

maybe even

[ivenemckelly]

Jme suis mise à poster mes créa comme ça sans prise de tête sur Threads, du coup jme dis que je pourrais faire l'effort de le faire aussi ici...

Donc voilà, ça c'est le dernier truc que j'ai fais. J'adore les petites etoiles holographiques !

Pour les passionnés de lecture physique et de fantasy, c'est en vente sur la boutique de La Guilde des Crafteurs

https://guildedescrafteurs.fr/boutique

[the-unseen1]

What is Love?

WALKING THE PATH TOGETHER

Chapter 2: What is Love?

“Baby don't hurt me,” responds the Seeker jokingly. As they continue on their forest path, up ahead they spot a wooden bridge, connecting both sides of a river.

Puzzled, the Stranger stares at the Seeker with a confused face.

“I would never hurt you,” he exclaims in shock.

“No...,” the Seeker tries to explain. “There was this song from the 90's... And it turned into a meme... And...”

The Mysterious Stranger stares at the Seeker confused.

The Seeker sighs: “You know what... Just forget about it...”

“Anyway,” utters the mysterious stranger, as the two companions cross the bridge. “Let us find out together, what Love actually is.”

“I think that is fairly simple...” states the Seeker. “Every child knows what love is. You can simply find it in the dictionary. I don't see any need to elaborate any further on this.”

They cross the bridge. The path ahead moves upwards on a hill.

The Stranger clears his throat:

“It's not that simple. If the nature of love were completely understood, we wouldn't need to hold this conversation. If love, true love, was grasped not only by the intellect, but also by the heart, we would have already long transcended our current era of darkness.

You see.. Throughout the centuries the meaning behind the word 'love' was corrupted. We have bent it, falsified it, turned it into something else. There are so many misconceptions, false ideas, of what love is. We have lost our love a long time ago.

Today, love is nothing more, than a 'cute', little necklace, people wear as a part of their identity. Or some romantic fantasy, they dream of, to feel good about themselves. They confuse love with identity, pleasure or attachment. They think their jealousy, their possessiveness, their fears and their sorrows are justified by love.

Then there are those, who are repulsed by the word 'love'. Because they are afraid to be weak. Because they are insecure about their own masculinity. Or because they are simply so consumed by hate, that the word itself frightens them. They are so blinded by their ego, by their mind, that they can't see, what's right next to them... Always been there, waiting for them to be seen.

Neither of these people have found love. It's not their fault. Love is nothing, that can be found easily. It costs tremendous effort, vigour and determination to find actual Love. I may assist you with inquiry, elaborations and poetry... But in the end, you will need to find it yourself... On the level of mind, heart and spirit. But if you truly set out to seek love, then you shall find it. Find it on the deepest and highest level of your being. Knock and you shall receive.”

“Alright,” the Seeker continues after some time of walking. “So you are telling me, that our understanding of love is wrong. Why does this even matter?”

The mysterious stranger grins. “Love will change the world, my friend. That's why we need to find it again. You see, Love is something that transcends all comprehension. Love is something, that is divine in nature. It is something so unfathomable great and wonderful, that you will never be able to grasp it. It is infinite. All-encompassing. It's connecting You to the rest of the world. It is your connection with the sacred. No word can ever fully describe it. No thought can ever understand it. To find out what love is, we must first understand, what love is not. We have muddled up it's meaning, with so many limited human ideas. Let us untangle it... Let me ask you, Seeker... Can love ever be conditional?”

“Yes,” responds the Seeker without hesitation. “Of course, love can be conditional. Almost any relationship operates that way. Take a marriage contract for example. Trust can be a condition for love. Financial security can be a condition for love. Beauty, sex appeal, effort, talent, personality... All that can be a condition for love.”

“If you make love conditional, it's no longer love. Then it's something else. Love knows no conditions, no boundaries, no limitations. You can't bargain love, you can't trade it off, it can't be negotiated.”

The Seeker shakes their head. “Now you are just mixing things up. There is unconditional love and there is regular love. There is a distinction.”

“I say, unconditional love is the only kind of love. If it's not unconditional, then it's simply not love. You may call love, but it's actually pleasure or attachment. If you only love, because you get something out of it, then it's the ego. Then it's selfishness. You can't expect something in return for love. Love is free. Love is boundless. Love is limitless. There can't be any dependency in love. Love can't be quantified. And it can never ever belong to anyone. It's neither yours, nor is it mine. Love just is.”

The Seeker scratches their head. “So you are saying, that most modern relationships are not based on love? You know, that this statement will offend many people, do you?”

The Stranger grins. “What is an act of love? Is an act of love ever selfish? Is jealousy love? Is anger love? Is fear love? Is pain love? Can any of these emotions grow from a soil of love?

No, they only grow from a soil of Ego. If there is any resentment, hidden or obvious, then it is not love. There is no motive in love, no hidden agenda. There is no expectation in love. If you are jealous, it's not love, it's insecurity. If you are angry, it's not love, it's a lack of understanding. If you are afraid, if you fear losing the love, then it's not love, it's attachment. If it hurts you, then it's not love either, it's attachment.”

The Seeker and the mysterious stranger have reached the foot of the hill. The path proceeds on flat ground. The Seeker notices ruins of ancient monuments. Pillars, statues, dream-like architecture. Both of them stop at a golden statue with wings, holding bow and arrow.

“You see Seeker... Love is, when the Self is not. It's as simple as that.”

The Seeker shakes their head. “Then what about self-love?”

“Do you love yourself, just as much, as you love any other human being? Do you love yourself as much, as you love the animals, the trees, the sky, the sun? Do you love yourself as much, as you love the world? If you give yourself the same unconditional love, that you give to anything else, then it's still love. Because there is no preference in love.

If you feel yourself to be more important than others, then it's just plain selfishness. If you just demand respect for yourself, but don't give the same amount of respect to others, it's not love.”

They continue walking on their path. Ruins of a marble temple, in an ancient Greek style, is overgrown with vines.

The Seeker begins laughing. “Now you are uttering nonsense again... As if, anyone were to accept this... You love your own family more, than you love strangers. You treat people differently based on societal norms. I won't give my colleague the same respect, as my boss. I won't love my friends as much as my children. That's just how humans are... That is how we work... That is how society functions... We need preference.”

“We are not asking, how we should behave,” reminds the Stranger the Seeker. “Neither are we proposing, to do anything. We are just asking what love is. And when we find the answer, it is up to you, whether you accept and go after it or not. I am saying, that love is unconditional. Love knows no preference. Love is beyond human conception. Love is infinite and limitless. Love is, when the Self is not. Love is everywhere and in everything.”

“How is love everywhere and in everything,” asks the Seeker confused.

The Mysterious Stranger stops in his track and points at an anthill. The Seeker stops as well. Countless ants carry an apple up the anthill.

“Can you see, how these ants work within a perfect self-sufficient system? In complete harmony and balance. Working together for the greatest good of their tribe. Do you see, that these ants have an inbuilt intelligence and care for each other? While also contributing to the rest of nature?”

The Seeker frowns. “Yeah... Well they are just some dumb ants... there's nothing special about that...”

The Stranger points at a bird in a nest, feeding worms to their children.

“Do you see, how the mother bird cares for her chicks? Can you see this inbuilt self-sufficient mechanism of the system of nature, the mother instinct to nurture, to fulfill every need? The small chicks will learn to fly some day. They will eat seeds and grains, fly off and spread them somewhere else, sustaining the system of nature. Maintaining the growth of plants and spreading them. How perfectly they have evolved... To play their part in nature in perfect harmony. To maintain balance. Nature is a system that sustains and maintains itself. How can all of this even exist, if it isn't through love?”

“Well that's just instincts,” the Seeker argues. “You are just romanticizing some natural processes, that can easily be explained by science.”

The two companions continue walking. The path makes up the edge of the elevated plateau, that they are on. From there, they have a perfect view on the entire valley below and the mountain ranges in the distance.

“When did you lose it,” the Mysterious Stranger sighs with a saddened face. “Your sense of wonder. Sure, anything can be logically explained. Because everything exits within the laws of logic and reason. But why should this take away the magic? We understand, how things work... Does that make it anyway less wonderful, less beautiful. Does it become less sacred, by being understood? If you still had that sense of wonder, that you had when you were a child... This endless joy... Then you could see it so clearly... You could see, that all of this is an expression of love.”

As the Stranger spreads out his hands, raising up his head towards the sky, a flock of birds is flying right behind him. The dusk is setting, the sun paints the sky and clouds in purple and orange colours.

“There is beauty in all things, my friend,” grins the Stranger joyfully. “You can find it everywhere. In the sky, in nature, in human beings... Even on the rainy days, when the sky is Grey, even then you can still find beauty within it. Even in darkest nights, the stars and the moon continue to shine their lights. This beauty in all things is an expression of love. The love of the infinite, of the eternal, expressed in the wonderful uniqueness of all things. It is here. It was always here. For you to see, clearly. Find it in the real world. It is there, waiting for you to be found.”

The Seeker has a strange feeling, as if the words of the Mysterious Stranger alone lifts up their mood. As if a flame lit up inside them.

“I- I don't know how to explain this,” the Seeker stutters confused. “Something strange just happened. Like a wave of positive energy rushing over me.”

The mysterious stranger grins. “You know, my dear friend. If you see things, as they are. If you see people, as they truly are. Without any bias. With a clear mind. With a complete understanding and absolute awareness. Then love is inevitable.”

For the first time, the Seeker gets truly curious.

“What do you mean by that?” they ask the Mysterious Stranger.

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[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

Der Freischütz from Lobotomy Corporation for the Desolation, pls? (sorry if i submitted this already memory isnt the best)

YES LOBOTOMY CORPORATION!!!! THANK YOU ANON I LOVE YOU -Mod Alchemie ⚖️