#the fractal ouroboros

[mrtva-vrana]

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze | The Fractal Ouroboros

December 2023

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[t0rschlusspan1k]

A cyclical reverberant motion These stirrings The rhythms of this pulsing Beating Muscle Twist of spirit Twine of bone An ecstatic wrenching of the soul A breaking of links This is true freedom Transcendence bursting from the bones

Tongues stretch and flick within Elastic spirit, sublime inflection Eyes on the inside Veins touched by intrinsic, aching light Boundless depths within oneself Refractions of god amongst the humors

Molten metal drips, The last vestige of their false bondage

The neuron bright center of stars Visage igniting internal visions Wheels of wheels, thoughts of thought A delving of the mind, Mental mines birthing obsidian, wellsprings. Coiled wire of Conjured connections

Beside Oneself Within Transcendence of anima fog A cycle of insight contrary to a cycle Of ever gnawing hunger The cycle begets the cycle Influence outbound The Fractal Ouroboros Change is impossible because it has never happened A shameful fucking fear

Reaching out with phantasmal limbs began from within The Fractal Ouroboros Made anew

Linked minds, bonded ka Arm in arm towards newfound light Transcendent rebellion

We break the irons and Forge linking arms Walking hand in hand toward Ecstasy Actualization Absolution Truth

Our burning hearts, Seething in righteous fury, Each coal kindled by a soul taken too soon

We march towards an apocalypse An ending shall begin Within and Without

We break the irons and Forge linking arms Walking hand in hand toward Absolution Ecstasy Actualization Truth

[onlyhurtforaminute]

BULL OF APIS BULL OF BRONZE-SUFFOCATE O EARTHEN LUNGS; THEY NOW LUNGS OF ASH

[tilbageidanmark]

Recursion, see Recursion.

I was laying on the sofa this afternoon, scrolling some old posts of this blog, when the couple across the street, came out on their balcony for a smoke. I was able to snap a double photo of them!

(All the other memes I made..)

[probablybadrpgideas]

Today's episode "Meaty Ouroboros, Fractal Goosh Clones, and Seduction Arms Race" is up, and contains special guest Johnny Chiodini!

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Worldend dominator from Umineko When They Cry

vs.

Battle on the Breachmaker from Guild Wars 2

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Worldend dominator:

Umineko's OST is a masterpiece. More than 200 tracks, by a dozen of composers, 8h of delight. It is known to be one of the best visual novel soundtrack, if not the best. As for "worldend dominator", it's their best track (winner of the Umineko OST bracket). The best of zts trance tracks. It's intense. Just listen to it, it's self-propaganda!

Battle on the Breachmaker:

Originally written for one of the living stories , but they used it in the boss battle for one of the fractals (kind of a dungeon) and I kept playing that fractal specifically because I liked the piano section so much. The ouroboros turns eternally, vine and serpent entwined in me!

[arysguide]

Part 1: Ary's favourite releases of 2023

Before you ask, yes I know that Mitski and Sufjan Stevens released albums this year! I'm gonna go ahead and assume they're already on a lot of other people's lists! However, if you think I'm missing out on YOUR favourite album of 2023, let me know. If you're thinking: "63 albums isn't that many, I wish there were more" - you're in luck because there's a Part 2. Part 2 has a different (more pop? upbeat? accessible?) vibe. Don't think too hard about it...

The chart isn't ranked, just arranged in a way that looked nice to me. Metal, hardcore, rap, emo, skramz, bedroom pop and more!!!

Here are Bandcamp links to all of the albums (for those not on BC there's a YouTube or Spotify link). Honestly I'm never quite sure what genre something is, but there's a lot of metal in any case.

Row 1

Lauren Bousfield - Salesforce [digital hardcore]

Dead Times - Dead Times [harsh noise extreme metal]

Danny Brown - Quaranta [rap/hiphop]

Underdark - Managed Decline [post black metal]

Boris & Uniform - Bright New Disease [psychedelic heavy metal]

PUPIL SLICER - BLOSSOM [blackened mathcore]

Sanguisugabogg - Homicidal Ecstasy [death metal]

Row 2

Full of Hell & Primitive Man - Suffocating Hallucination [death metal/grindcore]

Radeloos//Ziedend - Doodsverachting [blackened crust]

Agriculture - Agriculture [ecstatic black metal]

Victory Over the Sun - Dance You Monster To My Soft Song! [progressive black metal]

fog lake - midnight society [bedroom pop]

Bell Witch - Future's Shadow Part 1: The Clandestine Gate [funeral doom]

Krallice - Mass Cathexis 2 - The Kinetic Infinite [progressive black metal]

Row 3

Svalbard - The Weight Of The Mask [postmetal]

Terzij de Horde & Ggu:ll - Van Grond [vitalistic black metal]

portrayal of guilt - Devil Music [blackened post-hardcore]

SAINT VEHK - Practice​/​Doubt I&II [occult death industrial]

Sightless Pit - Lockstep Bloodwar [dub/power electronics]

Designer Violence - We Gave Peace A Chance [electropunk]

geronimostilton - The Vampyre [skramz]

Row 4

Chat Pile & Nerver - Brothers in Christ [sludgey death metal]

Afsky - Om hundrede år [depressive black metal]

Full of Hell & Gasp - FOH/Gasp (Split) [death metal/grindcore]

Solar Temple - The Great Star Above Provides [blackgaze]

Fluisteraars - De Kronieken Van Het Verdwenen Kasteel - II - Nergena [atmospheric black metal]

Fluisteraars - De Kronieken van het Verdwenen Kasteel - I - Harslo [atmospheric black metal]

Andre 3000 - New Blue Sun [spiritual flute jazz]

Row 5

Aesop Rock - Integrated Tech Solutions [rap/hiphop]

Blood Incantation - Luminescent Bridge [cosmic death metal]

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter (fka LINGUA IGNOTA) - SAVED! [experimental gospel metal]

Spetterpoep - Stoelgang Van Zaken [coprogrind/grindcore]

Gnaw Their Tongues - The Cessation Of Suffering [blackened drone metal]

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - SCARING THE HOES [rap/hiphop]

The Lemon Twigs - Everything Harmony [70s inspired rock]

Row 6

Old Nick - "The Truest Spell" [dungeon synth/raw black metal]

Armand Hammer - We Buy Diabetic Test Strips [rap/hiphop]

Liturgy - 93696 [transcendental black metal]

Helena Hauff - fabric presents Helena Hauff [hardcore techno]

That Same Street ⁻ Electric Angel [skramz]

That Same Street - Endgame [skramz]

the scary jokes - Retinal Bloom [dream pop]

Row 7

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze - The Fractal Ouroboros [occult black metal]

Katie Dey - never falter hero girl [hyperpop]

Full of Hell & Nothing - When No Birds Sang [grindcore/shoegaze]

All Men Unto Me - Chemical Transit [classical/doom metal]

RXK Nephew - Till I'm Dead [rap/hiphop]

Panopticon - The Rime of Memory [rabm/black metal]

Yaeji - With A Hammer [electronic]

Row 8

DRAIN - LIVING PROOF [punk/hardcore]

909 Worldwide - Hardcore Will Never Die, and Neither Will You [happy hardcore/rave]

lobsterfight, gingerbee, Cicadahead, godfuck - a lobster, bee, & cicada walk into a bar and find god [skramz]

GingerBee - Our Skies Smile [skramz/5th wave emo]

Curta'n Wall - Siege Ubsessed! [dungeon synth/raw black metal]

GEZEBELLE GABURGABLY - Gaburger [alt pop]

crisis sigil - God Cum Poltergeist [cybergrind]

Row 9

Lamp Of Murmuur - Saturnian Bloodstorm [black metal]

Crystalline Thunderbolts - Blessed Hands Touch The Ophanim Under The Golden Rainbows [experimental black metal]

Tomb Mold - The Enduring Spirit [black/death metal]

FIRE TOOLZ - I am upset because I see something that is not there. [electro-industrial/experimental]

Angel Electronics - ULTRA PARADISE [happy post-hardcore]

Vylet Pony - Carousel (An Examination of the Shadow, Creekflow, and its Life as an Afterthought) [electronic]

Ada Rook - Rookie's Bustle [electronic]

This post took forever to make. Again if you have any thoughts on it please tell me!!!! And share widely with your friends :)

Love, Ary

[lionheartapothecaryx]

I've achieved a Tumblr milestone, and I've just hit 888 followers!

From the depths of my heart - Thank you to all of you for joining me on this spiritual journey!! The creation of this blog has been a journey and I'm so happy all of you are here with me. Let's continue to interact with each other, while learning and growing in our spiritual practices and powers.

This blog is nothing without all of you and so to honor all of you and to show my gratitude, I want to share a little bit more about the metaphysics of 888.

The number 888 holds sacred significance across various esoteric traditions, sacred geometry, numerology, and occult philosophies. Its presence is often associated with themes of balance, infinity, abundance, spiritual enlightenment, and cosmic harmony. This number is seen as a powerful symbol of regeneration, divine alignment, and the synthesis of spiritual and material worlds.

Key Interpretations of 888:

Numerologically, 888 is viewed as an amplified vibration of the number 8, often interpreted as balance, power, and karmic cycles.

Geometrically, it relates to the concept of infinity (as 8 is a horizontal infinity symbol) and cyclical patterns in sacred geometry.

In spiritual and religious contexts, it often symbolizes Christ consciousness, abundance, and spiritual mastery.

Numerology of 888

Core Essence of 8

In numerology, 8 is the number of power, authority, and balance. It represents:

Material and spiritual equilibrium (as above, so below).

The infinite flow of energy, often tied to karmic cycles and cause-effect dynamics.

Leadership, discipline, and manifestation.

When tripled as 888, these vibrations are magnified:

Balance in Trinities: The triple repetition suggests balance across three levels: physical, emotional, and spiritual.

Abundance and Flow: 888 is often associated with wealth, prosperity, and infinite energy flow.

Completion and Renewal: It represents cycles that are complete and ready for regeneration.

Spiritual Numerology: 888 and Christ Consciousness

In Christian mysticism, 888 is associated with Jesus Christ. This interpretation comes from the Greek gematria (numerical values of letters), where the name "Jesus" (Ἰησοῦς) equals 888:

This aligns 888 with spiritual enlightenment, salvation, and divine perfection.

It symbolizes the unity of the divine and the earthly.

Sacred Geometry and 888

1. Infinity and the Lemniscate

The number 8 is symbolically represented by the lemniscate (∞), the symbol of infinity. In sacred geometry:

The lemniscate reflects continuous flow and balance between opposites (duality, masculine and feminine energies, spiritual and material realms).

888, as three lemniscates, could represent infinite cycles operating on multiple levels.

2. Cubic and Octahedral Structures

In sacred geometry, the number 8 is associated with the cube and octahedron:

The cube represents material stability and foundation.

The octahedron, with eight triangular faces, is tied to air and balance in Platonic solids.

888’s Role:

Triple Cube Symbology: It signifies the harmonious union of the material and spiritual planes, forming a "trinity of creation."

Cosmic Triads: 888 may reflect the geometric patterns found in fractals and cosmic alignments.

The Occult Significance of 888

Hermetic Philosophy and As Above, So Below

Hermeticism emphasizes the principle "As above, so below." In occult traditions:

888 symbolizes alignment between the divine (above) and earthly (below) realms.

It represents the infinite cycles of creation, destruction, and renewal.

Kabbalistic and Mystical Interpretations

In Kabbalah, numbers hold esoteric meanings tied to the Sephirot (emanations of divine energy):

8 corresponds to Hod, the Sephirah of splendor and intellect, representing clarity and communication.

888 might amplify these energies, emphasizing divine alignment and manifestation.

Alchemy and Transformation

In alchemical traditions:

8 is tied to the Ouroboros, the serpent eating its own tail, symbolizing infinite cycles.

888 could represent spiritual transformation across three phases: nigredo (blackening), albedo (whitening), and rubedo (reddening).

Cross-Cultural and Spiritual Significance.

Chinese Numerology and 888

In Chinese culture, 8 is a highly auspicious number:

8 represents wealth, prosperity, and success.

888, being a repetition, is considered extremely lucky, symbolizing triple blessings.

Hindu and Buddhist Symbolism

In Hinduism and Buddhism:

8 relates to spiritual paths (e.g., the Eightfold Path in Buddhism).

888 might symbolize divine alignment and enlightenment across physical, mental, and spiritual domains.

Egyptian Mysticism

In ancient Egyptian symbolism:

The Ogdoad (group of eight deities) represents primordial creation forces.

888 could be interpreted as the triple unfolding of creation, preservation, and transformation.

Symbolism of 888 in Modern Esotericism

Angel Numbers and Synchronicity In angel numerology, seeing 888 repeatedly is interpreted as a sign of:

Financial blessings.

Divine encouragement and alignment.

Completing cycles and preparing for new beginnings.

Astrological Associations 888 resonates with Venus (love, harmony) and Saturn (cycles, karma), suggesting:

A balance of love and discipline.

Harmonizing karmic lessons.

As we can see the number 888 symbolizes balance, abundance, and spiritual mastery across many metaphysical traditions, which is deeply touching since this blog is intended to be a metaphysical place of learning. Its meanings in sacred geometry, numerology, and the occult emphasize infinite cycles, divine alignment, and cosmic harmony. The sacred essence of 888 makes it a potent symbol for transformation and manifestation in both spiritual and material realms. This is why having 888 followers is a huge milestone for me and indicative that we are on the right path on this spiritual journey together.

With Blessings & Protection

Forever Balanced in Harmony

Lyonessa xx

Bibliography

Faith Javane and Dusty Bunker, Numerology and the Divine Triangle

Robert Lawlor, Sacred Geometry: Philosophy and Practice

Michael S. Schneider, A Beginner's Guide to Constructing the Universe

L. Dow Balliett, Mysticism and Magic of Numbers

The Kybalion by Three Initiates

Joanna Hinton, Sacred Numbers and Their Meaning

Numerology: Key to Your Inner Self by Hans Decoz.

Sacred Numbers and Their Meanings by Joanna Hinton.

The I Ching or Book of Changes by Richard Wilhelm.

The Egyptian Book of the Dead translated by E.A. Wallis Budge.

Mysticism and Magic of Numbers by L. Dow Balliett.

A Beginner's Guide to Constructing the Universe by Michael S. Schneider.

The Secret Teachings of All Ages by Manly P. Hall.

[vibrantvoid]

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide - Part 1

My memory begins sitting alone in my room listening to music. On the wall, I noticed a pattern overlaid on reality. It was an invisible line of energy weaving in and out of every point in space. I had seen this pattern before but was always just like 'ooh, pretty' and never paid it much attention. I could see the pattern clear as day, on everything, as everything, but couldn't quite pin down exactly what it was. I stood there in my room, staring at the wall, trying to figure out what in the world this strange pattern was. I attempted to draw the pattern but could not because it was fractal and, when I came nearer, the pattern would scale down in size relative to my position. It also wouldn’t stop moving. I grabbed a notebook and wrote 'there is only one thread in the universe and it is you and you are everything.' I sat there and thought about it. It felt glorious. Like I had put into words the origins of reality. Vivid memories of writing parts of the bible and other ancient scriptures in monasteries came to mind. I began having delusions of grandeur thinking I had figured 'it' out--that I had cracked the universal code and was about to change the course of history. I posted what I wrote on facebook, truly believing it was going to spread like wildfire. I sat there at the computer for a few minutes. Nothing happened. I started to think there was a reason why this information wasn't generally known to the public. Then, all of the sudden, reality shifted and a light-bulb went off in my mind saying 'the powers that be are concealing knowledge of Self with illusion and hiding it from the masses, keeping us imprisoned within our own minds as a means of control.' I immediately sensed government agents, having read my post, as being on their way to kill me (and my roommates) in order to cover it up. I could hear and feel the blades of the helicopters in my mind’s eye. I deleted the post as fast as I could, unplugged my computer, turned off my phone, and sat silently on my bed, petrified, waiting for my assassination. The delusions of grandeur had shifted into paranoid schizophrenia. After a few minutes, the pendulum swung back and I once again felt like I was pioneering a new universal religion in the name of love and connection. I ran upstairs, ranting to my roommates about how I'd figured out the universe and that we were all one. I told everyone we were going to be millionaires and convinced them to chant what I had written. They knew I was tripping and played along but I thought they were being sincere. After a bit, the pendulum swung once again, leaving me in gut-wrenching fear. I stopped talking, moved away from everyone, and sat down quietly on the couch. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I believed I was about to have a heart attack and could see death as a thin veil separating me from a bright loving light, near my body, which was there to take me. Thinking back on life, friends, and all the things I wanted to do here, I turned away from the light. I saw how it would hurt my friends and family if I left. I also had a strong feeling of not wanting to start over again. The light faded away and my heart settled. I made my way back downstairs to my room where the shifting between positive and negative continued for the rest of the night. It was very unsettling. At one point I could feel the presence of aliens monitoring me from their spaceship above my home but just outside the veil of our reality. I thought they were going to take me. I saw many symbols in my mind such as ouroboros, ♾, and ☯️. I could see all lives throughout eternity linearly connected and curving out into the past & future, with my present life as the centerpiece (which was equally true for all other lives). It was like facing two mirrors toward one another and seeing my reflections trail off to infinity in both directions. I could see that the 'I' in me was the same 'I' in everyone and everything. I tried to tell my roommate this but he didn’t believe me.

[the-literary-alchemist]

The Eel Question

What would happen to you if you were to study the axolotl in a Parisian aquarium only to become the axolotl you were studying? Answers are merely liminal spaces for a singular question to fractalize into more subquestions, thus denoting

a reductionist fatalism in our journey for any truth. But how is this possible? The myth of the cave or the analogy of becoming a big fish? The chicken or the egg? Circulus in probando, the perfect Catch-22: You are what you eat, which is

what makes the Ouroboros the Ouroboros. If the matter is about an origin, then consider an epicenter & how it will always be directly above the hypocenter in seismology. Even sonar pings something in the web of darkness

& the bat bashes into others wanting the same mosquito. So when the eel comes into question, do we become the question? Where do they come from? The closer one gets to the Sargasso, the smaller eel larvae become,

suggesting that the adult silver eels return to the ocean to spawn & die, which is the reverse for salmon. And in the fish world, it’s common to change your sex based on stupid evolution doing its stupid thing. Where do we come from?

Ever think about the first fish to crawl on land, how it was dying to be here? No way that fish was thinking “I can’t wait to be human someday.” No one ever thinks that. We are what we eat. It’s a fish-eat-man-eat fish world:

if wars & viruses couldn’t kill the fish in the beginning, if earthquakes & curiosity couldn’t kill it in the beginning, & if life can’t kill us, we’re truly doomed to questions.

-RY

[imactivethisblogwilleat]

The pAper chAse Auditorium

(credit's to glass beach plastic death)

Born from the bones of burned forests and bloodied trees,

the Auditorium rises, a cavernous sanctuary of chaos and creation.

Its walls breathe the whispers of Spectators, whose gazes slice like glass,

fractured reflections capturing the labyrinth of a being who is both stage and actor.

At its heart stands V, the ceaseless wanderer,

a predator wrapped in predator’s prey,

a fox darting through vøyr own mind’s rabbit holes,

always seeking, always bleeding, always burning.

V is the conflagration of contradictions,

the Ouroboros that consumes itself in endless loops,

an insatiable autocannibal of self-reconstruction.

Vøy moves through the Auditorium’s hollow dens,

dragging tender flesh molded from others’ shadows,

layering vøyr soul like nesting dolls carved from the marrow of trauma.

Vøy is both the hunter and the fox ensnared,

the iron teeth that pierce and the flesh that carries home the scars.

Every choice a trembling trigger, every step a sleepwalk across a gasoline sea.

The Spectators, the eternal voyeurs,

wiretap vøyr thoughts, their lenses fixed on the plasticine theater of V’s existence.

They are the chorus and the critics,

their empty eyes a mirror of surveillance and tenderness,

a love both invasive and indispensable.

They feed on the marrow of vøyr despair,

clinging to the riotous performances of vøyr unraveling,

yet they are the panopticon V cannot live without.

Each gesture, an SOS; each word, a cry for connection,

lost in the static of a one-note monotone.

In the frozen creek of memory, V limps forward,

a fawn licking blistered knees beneath a sky of collapsing stars.

The weight of shame is gravity,

binding vøyr steps to hallways that spiral endlessly,

a double-blind house with no exits but the Auditorium’s stage.

Here, love is a double bind,

a thread pulled taut between longing and fear,

a yearning to hurt and to heal,

to laugh at pain and cradle it like a sacrificial lamb.

Vøy is the beast and the angel, the burned meat and the blood in the trees.

A soul once coal, now a bleeding hole,

rage taking root where love was torn away.

Yet even in this tempest, Z stands as the gold star,

a silhouette carved by desperation,

a tether in a storm of comatose monotony.

Z, the roving ghost of what V could never reach,

a creation to keep the riots at bay,

to anchor V in the spiraling abyss of vøyrselvez.

The pAper chAse is an endless cul-de-sac,

a performance circling itself in fractal loops of transformation and decay.

Plastic death and sacrificial sleep,

a gorgeous lie of sacred violence and soft autonomy.

Through this chaos, V burns with the blood of the world,

shaping vøyr body like clay beneath coarse fingertips,

cutting through vøyr own arteries to feed the fires of survival.

The Auditorium is the mindscape and the battlefield,

where every hour burns like a candle in the void,

its wax dripping into pools of despair,

casting shadows that dance as Spectators cheer.

In this light, this tempestuous tide, V endures.

The Auditorium is vøyr refuge, vøyr stage, vøyr prison.

A panopticon of fragmented identities,

where every Spectator sees a different V.

Yet V persists, a paradox in perpetual motion,

building monuments to fear,

filling vøyr body with tender flesh and bleeding dreams,

the song and the silence,

the fire and the ash.

And so the performance continues,

a symphony of contradictions written in the language of scars,

with V at its center, an endless revolution in vøyr own gravity.

The Auditorium lives because V does,

its every echo a testament to the ceaseless creation

of a being who is never whole,

but always becoming.

[cavedwellermusic]

Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze – The Fractal Ouroboros (2023)

James looks at The Fractal Ouroboros, the long awaited second album from Colorado experimental RABM act Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze, released December 21st on Fiadh Productions and Vita Detestabilis Records.

Colorado based RABM masters Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze have given us an album with a shocking amount of both ritualistic atmosphere and punishing dissonance. The release not only lives up to the legacy of the band’s debut but breaks completely new ground, not just for the band but for the genre as a whole. Their furious rallying cry to dismantle oppressive systems is captured fully, but also imbued with an unsettling essence of dark mysticism. In short if you want an album that will get you tear down society in its current form but also leave you feeling somewhat haunted, then this is the release for you.

Read James' full review and listen to and order the album at the link below:

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Following fires is the pain Of unexpected growth and Limbs who are already spent A crowning ashen spire And roiling waves of gray

It’s natural to feel the fear Each with our own apocalypse Every change a world’s end Each muscle torn, cataclysm

An ending worshipped And abhorred Since humanity’s dawn A creaking of time Pleading to the sky For conflagratory rebirth

I’ve shaped my own apocalypse And lived through hundreds more The end is a churning of the world As cyclic and predictable As its very rotation

Progress is armageddon

An ending is a gift we are all given And we will value it til the next

Other endings will come, Let us rejoice And welcome the rebirth

[sasorikigai]

"I'm sorry Hanzo, but I can't bring your family back. I may be a necromancer, but I don't do that." 

send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve || @hexsreality || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Plaguing guilt have always accompanied Hanzo; the guilt of the living. All he ever wanted to do was to freeze time, so he could stay with the old Shirai Ryu forever. He even immorally considered making a visit to the Flesh Pit, in order to reconstruct his long-extinct clan by conjuring clones. It felt irrevocably wrong to even try and continue without, because for some reason, he believed that meant he did not love them enough or even at all. That must have been the Demon whispering his diabolical schemes, as wrath-swallowd Shirai Ryu Grandmaster would build his fleeting dreams on ash and dust.

Hanzo has long passed the phase of considering such sacrilegious act of relying solely on Shang Tsung's magic, but he knows, from the unfathomable depth of his grieving heart and abused soul, that he will not ever move on. He will never be the same and he will never try to. And how the construct of his love became so dismantled in his body that his stomach churns when he thinks of halcyon peace and softness and how his tongue and soul would bleed every time he reminisces of Harumi and Satoshi.

Once-unyielding gravitas of his love now drains him in silence; like a void, all-consuming. The persistent and assertive expression of his somberness breaks; as a terrible surge of affliction tears his veil, Hanzo Hasashi's visage rendered different in quiet contemplation. "That was unspeakably foolish of me," he sighs, flagellating himself as the blazing sear of hellfire swells in his heart. "I was not myself when I offered such proposition. I will not let myself obliterate anything and everything I have rebuilt so far."

A swirling maelstrom of fire engulfs him, and familiar ash and dust floats like snow; fractals of light and debris, something that defines Hanzo Hasashi's existence, the ouroboros of his life, the revivification and corruption of his entirety. And he is not trying to swallow any of it, because he is afraid of choking and suffocating. The pained gravel of his voice sinks, as his stare descends towards the earth below. "I wish I did not crave disruption and further sacrilegious acts no longer." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[bedlam-moon]

this shit spirals

a fractal of crazy straws and ancient holywords that recurses on itself in an ouroboros of memetic complexity to rival the eldritch shambling of circuitry that gilds our informational interconnection frameworks

Just saw someone with “use whatever pronouns you use for yourself for me” in bio. I honestly never considered the depth the pronoun metagame could have, we’ve barely scratched the surface with this shit

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Battle on the Breachmaker from Guild Wars 2

vs.

Recorder from Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Battle on the Breachmaker:

Originally written for one of the living stories , but they used it in the boss battle for one of the fractals (kind of a dungeon) and I kept playing that fractal specifically because I liked the piano section so much. The ouroboros turns eternally, vine and serpent entwined in me!

Recorder:

it's so haunting...