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until-the-brahmin-come-home · 1 year

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Hi I’ve got some questions about Sam since. You’re doing a run of Fallout 3!

1. What’s his relation with religion like?

2. What is his relation with the Brotherhood + minor factions like?

3. Feel free to ramble about him I’m curious!

Hello, and thank you for the questions! It should be noted that Sam is agender and uses they/them pronouns.

Answers under the cut:

Sam is an ex-Catholic; they followed the religion when they were younger, and they still value it as a way to feel close to their late mother, but in their teens they realized they didn't feel they were connecting to god like they were 'supposed' to and gradually grew distant. Now they're somewhat agnostic; they've seen enough strange things to have a belief in the supernatural, but they don't believe in an almighty creator. They do still wear a cross on a necklace, and utilize some christian symbolism - for example, in their name (Samael), and many of their tattoos. I, personally, am not religious and don't have a strong connection to christianity besides the background 'i am an adult who grew up in america', so my thoughts on this front aren't as put-together as I'd maybe like them to be.

a) Sam. hates. the Brotherhood. They think the whole group is full of pretentious, bigoted, self-righteous assholes and if they could avoid working with them they would. Unfortunately, the railroad-y nature of the story means that Sam does have to grit their teeth and go along with them in places, but they won't make it easy. Very "I'm not stuck here with you, you're stuck here with me" energy in a lot of their interactions - Sam would frequently start fights, steal things, and otherwise be as difficult to work with as possible. If it weren't for the fact that Sam was integral to Project Purity, Lyons probably would've kicked them out. Once the whole ordeal is over they abandon the BoS and never look back. I've toyed with the idea of Sam being the one who killed Sarah Lyons in-between 3 and 4, although I'm not sure if I'll make that canon to their story or not.

b) Sam also hates slavers and the Enclave and will go out of their way to attack them whenever possible. They're not fond of raiders but will leave them alone if they don't attack first - something that, sadly, doesn't happen too often. On the flipside, they get along well with Little Lamplight + Big Town and swing by frequently to make sure they're doing alright; they're friendly with the Family, having some quiet cannibalistic tendencies themselves (they'd never kill someone to eat them, but if they're already dead, meat is meat...only when supplies are low, though); they genuinely like Reilly's Rangers and are happy to help them map out the wasteland; they think both Talon company and the Regulators are weird and annoying, although they obviously have a lot more problems with Talon; they think the Underworld is cool; and in the made up version of fo3 in my head where the super mutants are well-written, Sam gets along fine with them too. Sam has nothing against the Children of Atom or the Treeminders but, because of some weird interactions, quietly tries to avoid them. The whole 'disarming the bomb' and 'killing Harold' thing doesn't help.

3. Random info: they avoid finding their dad for a really long time. They get the information of where he went off of Moriarty's terminal, but after that they just fuck around doing quests for Moira and dragging trinkets back to their house. Since I'm currently doing the wasteland survival guide - I'm choosing snide options because I want the critical hit bonus, but Sam would choose the intelligent ones; they're very much a scientist when it comes to how they view the world.

Also, they learn how to do tarot readings from Beatrice in 101, and carry a deck with them into the wasteland, occasionally doing readings before major events.

#fallout 3 #oc tag: sam #thanks again for your interest!

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angrywrasslenerd · 1 year

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The Angry Wrasslin’ Nerd’s Wrassleviews: SWA Crescendo 2023

All right, you sick fucks, I'm back on Tumblr now, so you can stop blowing up my other social media accounts asking when I'm going to update the blog. Twitter sucks, and so does wrestling, but one of them was way easier for me to quit, because for some reason I still love this stupid sport. So what better way to renew my relationship with this weird-ass hellsite than with a PPV review?

Armel St. Martin, El Halcon Loco Jr, Chad Jackson, Lexi Heart, and Hanami Watanabe vs. El Rey Dorado, Fabio Silva, Javier Valiente, Cerise, and Leticia Fujioka

Is it just me, or is it kinda weird how likeable Los Diablos have gotten over the last few years? Don't get me wrong, I'll hate that pile of dog vomit Fabio motherFUCKING Silva until I'm nothing but a sprinkling of ashes. But in the face of everything that's happened in SWA over the last few years, I just can't summon the outrage for these guys anymore. And as much as I hate to admit it, El Rey Dorado was one of the people who stepped up to defend SWA during Samael's 2019-2020 reign of terror. Maybe I'm getting soft.

You might notice that I'm talking about Los Diablos instead of talking about this match, and that's because this shit was kind of nothing. Not good, not bad, just there. There were brief flashes of something interesting with the developing rivalry between Lexi Heart and Hanami Watanabe causing some friction on their team, but overall this was just yet another SWA low-card multiman match. El Halcon Loco Jr. pins Javier Valiente and we're done.

The Nerd's Rating: It Existed/10

Aaron Wolff, Brandon Kennedy, and Valkyrie Jameson vs. Samael Tangaroa, Tommy Powers, and Olivia Powers

There's the deep sense of disgust and outrage I've been lookin for. Fuck Samael, fuck the Lords of Desolation, fuck Murderer's Row, and FUCK THIS MATCH. Oh and fuck Alex Morgainne for making me sit through this shitshow. Referee Karl Ryder might as well have not existed for all the good he did trying to keep things under control; it was absolute goddamn chaos from the moment the Lords hit the arena and charged the ring instead of waiting for the bell.

The only mercy about this reeking fucking garbage pile of a match is that it was short: Less than ten minutes after it started, Samael and the Power Plant gave up all pretense of trying to have a wrestling match, brought out chairs, and got themselves disqualified breaking them over their opponents' heads. Guess Sammy's still sore about his former Brotherhood members joining Murderer's Row.

The Nerd's Rating: Concussions/10

Matt De Leon, Shannon Fulmar, and Regina Ibanez vs. Adam Nishimura, Brianna Dalton, and Raven Briars

Y'know, if SWA's going to keep doing all these multiman tag matches on their shows, they should follow the lead of other promotions and make some six-man tag belts so these teams have something to fight for. There's a free idea to freshen up your undercards, SWA. You're welcome.

At least this one brought the action. Matt De Leon is still angry about the breakup of the Redeemed, and it shows, because he went after Adam Nishimura like he owed him money. Shannon Fulmar and Brianna Dalton still hate each other's guts ever since the 2021 Queen of SWA tournament. And Regina Ibanez and Raven Briars were clearly both out to make an impression. So there was hate, intensity, and high-impact action galore in this one. To top it off, at just under 15 minutes, it was about the perfect length, too.

The moment of the match was definitely the finish. Brianna and Raven distracted referee Nadine Mathis for Nishimura to bring in a chair, only for fuckboy to walk right into a trio of low blows from the BHB team. By the time Nadine turned back around, all she could see was Nishimura tapping out to Oyes el Rugido del Leon? (Seriously Matt please come up with a shorter finisher name. You're bordering on Zach Sabre Jr levels here). Take that, you massive creep.

The Nerd's Rating: Sweet, Sweet Schadenfreude/10

Aguijon Tachibana vs. Clint Oliver

I don't fuckin' get Clint Oliver. From everything I've heard, this dude was a major fan favorite in Underground Wrestling Club. Despite that, he's aligned with the Lords of Desolation, and when he speaks, he sure seems to be onboard with Samael's latest line of cryptic horseshit about making SWA into the ideal hell. Yet, when he gets in the ring and lets his wrestling speak for him, we get great goddamn matches like this.

This match was a fast-paced, high-flying, blink-and-you'll-miss-everything affair between two ridiculosly agile dudes who put everything on the line for the Aftermath Championship. If you're a big fan of the junior heavyweight style, this here's your match of the night. Clint Oliver's shooting star press remains a thing of breathtaking beauty. But don't get carried away thinking that high flying was all this match had. Even if you aren't a big junior heavyweight fan, this match might well be your MotN. The hate between Samael and Los Diablos goes back a long time, and judging by this match, that hate definitely carries over to the members of Lords of Desolation. These guys rocked each other with every shot, and they're going to be feeling it into next week.

Unfortunately for Clint, he got way too focused on trying to finish the match with the Black Arrow. Aguijon Tachibana was more ready to take any opportunity he could to win, and Clint's repeated Black Arrow attempts made him predictable to counter. One poison rana into a buzzsaw kick later, we have a new Aftermath Champion.

The Nerd's Rating: Rules Ass/10

High Fly Heroes NEXT vs. The Divine Imperium

Stop me if you've heard this one: SWA's tag-team championships don't exactly have the best history. The division has been marred over the years by spotty, inconsistent investment on the part of management, leading to a chicken-or-the-egg problem of lack of teams and lack of fan interest. This was only exacerbated over the course of the last couple years, with DEFCON-1, Havoc Theory, and Tiger & Lion all departing for Underground Wrestling Club. Yet paradoxically, this has been a great period for tag-team wrestling in SWA, with a strong core division based around Miracle Hearts, and more recently, The Divine Imperium.

Yeah. The Divine Imperium. I should hate these women. Akiko Shimizu in particular is basically a co-founder of Lords of Desolation, as acknowledged by none other than the Grand High Shithead himself, Samael. After the entire four year bowel movement that was the Brotherhood of Fallen Angels, fans would be forgiven for reflexively wanting any wrestler who even vaguely associates themselves with Samael to die in a fire. But it's hard to hate champions who are this fun to watch. Watching Akiko Shimizu and Mizuki Yoshinaga in the ring over the last six months has been like watching one of those buddy cop movies where two people who can't stand each other are forced to work together, and slowly learn how to be an effective team. Y'know, except without the part where they ever stop fucking hating each other.

This match was no exception. The personal dysfunction between the two members of the Divine Imperium was matched only by how weirdly well they work together as a team in spite of it all. Watching Mizuki kick Akiko in the head to get her out of submission holds and pinning predicaments will never stop being hilarious. High Fly Heroes NEXT got very close to taking the championships a few times throughout this match, but at the end of the day, the SWA Tag-Team Champions retained through a mix of wrestling skill and personal animosity towards both their opponents and each other.

The Nerd's Rating: LMAO/10

Tigress Faridah vs. Gabriela Espinosa

Y'know, Gabby used to be a member of the Brotherhood of Fallen Angels. For years, she watched on with apparent glee as Samael did awful fucking things to people. She broke every rule imaginable, and did some truly heinous shit herself in her attempts to unseat Mieko Suzuyama during Mieko's dominant two-year reign with the joshi title. It would seem clear, based on that time, that Gabriela Espinosa is either a traitorous, backstabbing bitch, or a stone-cold fucking psychopath.

How times have changed! Ever since the breakup of the Brotherhood, Gabriela has turned over a new leaf (...ish, we'll get to that later), becoming one of the most consistent performers on the joshi roster. Not only that, but it took the breakup of the Brotherhood for Gabriela to finally lift the gold. This is hardly the only case of this. Turns out Samael was actually holding back the success of a lot of members of the Brotherhood with his horseshit.

Now, if only they could do something about the cheating. That's right, our girl went right from emulating one jackass faction leader to the next, and is now cheating just because she can even when she has her opponent beaten already. Just like our ol' pal El Rey Dorado. From putting her feet on the ropes for extra leverage to grabbing a handful of tights, Gabriela has mastered every way of getting the dirty pin, often after already hitting the goddamn Espinosa Driver. And tonight, it was a full moon in the arena when Gabriela pulled Tigress Faridah's pants down to score the shock rollup. Great match. Disgraceful fucking buffalo turd of an ending.

Okay, I guess I do still have some outrage left for Los Diablos.

The Nerd's Rating: God, WHY?/10

Carlos Ortega-Reyes vs. Ultimo Cielo

Remember early 2020? Loaded question, I know, but I'm talking about SWA here. It seemed like our long nightmare was over. Samael was out on his ass, and Paul Lambert was SWA Openweight Champion. The Vanguard were in, and the Brotherhood of Fallen Angels were finally fucking out. Paul made a promise to us, the fans, that he would be a fighting champion and we would see great title defenses from him. It seemed like the beginning of a new golden age for SWA and the Openweight Championship.

How I miss those more optimistic times.

We only ever actually got one of those promised great title defenses from Paul Lambert before N-Trio decided to take an upper decker on SWA with the introduction of Murderer's Row. Ever since then, this pea-testicled pack of fucking macaque's assholes have been ruining the prestige of the championship for going on two years. Throw Lords of Desolation back into the mix, and you've got a recipe for puke stew with diarrhea sauce.

Which is why it is with some degree of surprise that I must report to you that this match absolutely fucking rocked ass! Defying expectations, Ultimo Cielo and Carlos Ortega-Reyes asked their faction mates to go to the back and just proceeded to smash each other's faces in all across the building. Referee Toby Russell did what he does best and didn't do any goddamn officiating whatsoever, letting this absolute symphony of unrestrained violence go completely unchecked, and only intervening to count the final fall.

So credit where credit is due. Ultimo Cielo and Carlos Ortega-Reyes are sociopathic assholes that I hope I never meet up close, but both of them proved themsleves in a big way in this match, and I honestly wouldn't mind seeing more. The image of Ultimo Cielo caught in the STG, his mask hanging in shreds from his bloodied face, is going to stay with me for a long time. So is the image of him standing triumphant with the Championship after a successful defense, the blood still gushing down his mostly-unmasked face. If every Ultimo Cielo title defense was of this quality, I wouldn't hate the prick so much.

The Nerd's Rating: FUCKIN AWESOME/10

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siderealxmelody · 4 years

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SUDDEN IDEA

@silentwcrds

@candy-addicted-angel

@deathmimedream

@aprincess-and-herknight

@fallcnintohell

@waywardlightbearer

FC FORTH COMING

SAMAEL AND HELEL ARCHANGELS OF LIGHT - DUSK AND DAWN.

Samael - Eveningstar to Helel's Morningstar.

She was prideful and died during the Rebellion, but not before she made sure everything was pinned on Lumiel.

It was punishment for him not siding with her and Samael. Angels were above things of dust and flesh.

She was prideful and beautiful. She had a Sisterhood of angels called the Valkyries. She and her sisters wanted to explore, they wanted to remembered in Glory.

Lumiel's brotherhood was called Grigori. He was happy to teach the next generation of angels.

In verses were Lumiel died (Cassie and his siblings live with the stigma that their father died for Helel's cause - When that was never true.

Helel doesn't know her nephews and niece, she/he (gendefluid??) wasn't a huge fan of children?? Idk I'm making this up as I go....

Anyway, shes drawn to vessels who have lost their wives/girlfriends as she had. Idk how yet either self inflicted/murdered. Maybe by Lumiel's hand?? Idk....

Her Valkyries went to work for the Shedim in both verses because they were being hunted as the Grigori were....

Only a few exist....

THOUGHTS?!?!

Also inspiration for Helel:

Helel - a fallen angel, son of Sahar or Sharer, and winged deity of Canaanite mythology. He was cast out of Heaven for trying to de-throne the Almighty, the same story that is told of Lucifer. Helel is also said to be the former chief of the Nefillim.

Heleleth a.k.a. Eleleth - a great Gnostic angel described in Hypostasis of the Archons as being an angel who "descends from before the holy spirit; his aspect is like gold, his vesture like snow."

Hellison - an angel of the first altitude. When he is invoked he arrives carrying a banner decorated with a crimson cross that is crowned with roses.

#ooc post #reference #angel aesthetic #archangel aesthetic

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onlygnosticmasters · 5 years

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Humanity develops in two circles: the exoteric and the esoteric. The exoteric is public. The esoteric is secret. The multitudes live in the exoteric circle. However, the adepts of the great White Brotherhood live in the esoteric circle. To help those who are within the public circle is an obligation for all the initiated brothers and sisters. It is necessary to bring as many people as possible into the secret circle of the White Brotherhood.

The Initiatic Path is a true revolution of the consciousness. The revolution has three perfectly defined aspects: first, to be born, second, to die and third, to sacrifice ourselves for humanity, to struggle in order to bring others to the Secret Path.

To be born is an absolutely sexual problem. To die is the work of the dissolution of the "I," the ego. Sacrifice for others is love.

In the public circle there are thousands of schools, books, sects, contradictions, theories, etc., a labyrinth which only the strongest leave. Really, all of those schools are useful. We find grains of truth in all of them. All religions are holy and divine, all of them are necessary. Nevertheless, the Secret Path is only found by the strongest. Infrasexual people mortally hate this path. They feel more perfect than the Third Logos(Holy Spirit). These people will never be able to find the Secret Path, the Path of the Razor's Edge. The Secret Path is sex. Through this straight, narrow, and difficult path we reach the esoteric circle, the Sanctum Regnum Dei, Magis Regnum.

Master Samael Aun Weor, from his book, "The Perfect Matrimony"

Initiation

#gnosis #esotericism #samael aun weor #self realization #gnostic #initiate #initiation #dharma #alchemy #alchemist #heinrich khunrath

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deus-primordialis-eternatus · 6 years

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THE EXOTERIC AND ESOTERIC CIRCLES Humanity develops in two circles, the exoteric and the esoteric. The exoteric is public. The esoteric is secret. The multitude lives in the exoteric, in the esoteric, the Adepts of the Great White Brother hood. It is the duty of all initiated Brothers to help those in the public circle. It is necessary to bring many to the secret circle of the White Brotherhood. The Initiatic Path is a true revolution of consciousness. This revolution has three perfectly defined aspects: first, to be born; second, to die; third, to sacrifice ourselves for humanity to give our life for humanity to struggle to bring others to the secret path. To be born is an absolutely sexual problem. To die is the work of the dissolution of the “I”, the ego. Sacrifice for others is Love. In the public circle there are thousands of schools, books, sects, contradictions, theories etc. That is a labyrinth which only the strongest leave. Really all those schools are useful. We find grains of the truth in all. All religions are holy and divine, all of them are necessary. Nevertheless, the secret path is only found by the strongest. Infrasexuals mortally hate this path. They feel more perfect than the Third Logos. These people will never be able to find the secret path, the Path of the Razor’s Edge. The secret path is sex. Through this strait narrow and difficult path we reach the esoteric circle, the Sanctum Regnutn del, Magis Regnum. Samael Aún Weor The Perfect Matrimony

#samael aun weor #the perfect matrimony #esoteric #exoteric #ancient #ancient one #hidden

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roadiecrewmag · 6 years

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sam-hounsfield · 7 years

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Samael C. Hounsfield - Personality and brotherhood relationship

“Eu não me considero o melhor modelo da minha família mas, pode apostar que sou o que vai te trazer mais diversão.”

We all have fellings

Samael sempre foi teimoso. Parecia que não havia nada no mundo que ele gostava mais do que quebrar ordens. Isso não mudou com o tempo. Cabeça dura desde que se entende por gente, a teimosia acabou lhe rendendo diversas brigas e castigos, no entanto, foi ela também que o fez se tornar o homem de sucesso que acabou virando. Desapegado as pessoas como ele só, com exceção da sua família, não importa muito quem vai atingir para conquistar os seus objetivos. Seu jeito desobediente acabou lhe rendendo alguns problemas no tribunal, tendo sido resolvidos apenas graças a Mikael, seu irmão, que por sorte era juiz. É a favor da filosofia de que “Já que você só vai viver uma vez, o faça direito”. Assim, não mede esforços para curtir a vida da melhor maneira. Festas, bebidas, prostitutas, luxos que só o dinheiro compra é o que entretêm Samael. Não a toa que acabou tornando-se o rei disso tudo quando abriu a 7sins, que acabou sendo reprovada por seus pais, assim como outras diversas escolhas.

Sammy sempre foi muito amado mas, sempre se sentiu muito injustiçado por seus pais, de quem acabou se afastando um pouco para poder seguir a vida que almejava. É bastante explosivo e pode ter um tanto violento vez ou outra, mesmo com as pessoas que ama. Samael tem uma personalidade difícil, que costuma afastar as pessoas que não o compreendem muito bem, contudo, no fundo, se você parar para observá-lo com mais atenção, vai ver que ele é uma pessoa extremamente carinhosa e protetora. Seu espírito livre o fizeram o rebelde que raramente se arrepende de uma decisão, ainda que nada saia como planejado.

Family nicknames

“Stew John (João Bobo)” - O apelido foi dado a Sam por uma provocação de Mikael, insinuando que ele era teimoso como o João bobo, aquele brinquedo que você derruma mas, ele cisma em voltar a posição inicial. A principio, Sam simplesmente o odiava, no entanto, foi quando seu pai lhe contou sobre a origem do brinquedo, o garoto simplesmente passou a adorá-lo. A origem do João Teimoso vem do Japão há 1.500 anos, lá ele é um talismã, que representa um sacerdote Budista chamado Daruma, que está na posição de meditação, daí não aparece as pernas. Ele é símbolo de sorte e representa com este movimento de cair e levantar, a persistência. "Se cair sete vezes, levanta oito"

“ Badland (terra ruim)” - Pode parecer um apelido maldoso, especialmente quando se descobre que foi dado por sua mãe. Contudo, o nome faz referência a uma região nos Estados Unidos que tem o solo árido e uma paisagem de desolação. Entretanto é nela que, em certas partes do ano o cenário se transforma. Onde antes parecia impossível que qualquer tipo de vida progredisse, acontece uma explosão de cores em forma de flores selvagens. Exatamente como a mulher enxergava seu filho, a beleza rebelde em meio as adversidades.

“Fox mind(cabeça de raposa)” - O pai de Sam sempre gostou de zoologia, talvez por isso sempre tenha dado aos filhos apelidos relacionados a animais. No caso de Sam, ele percebia desde cedo no filho uma esperteza inegável e por isso, o homem acabou recebendo o apelido.

Brotherhood feelings

Mikael - A relação de Mike e Sam se baseia em uma linha tênue de amor e ódio. Por mais que vivam em pé de guerra, todos sabem que não há nada no mundo que não fariam um pelo outro. Todos os conflitos certamente se resumem a personalidades completamente opostas. Apesar de negar a todo mundo, Mikael é a pessoa a quem Samael mais admira no mundo. O jeito resolutivo, responsável e brilhante do homem é tudo o que Sam mais queria ter para si, no entanto ocasionalmente essa admiração toda se transforma em uma pequena inveja, o que faz com que Sam acabe se distanciando um pouco do mais velho.

Gabreel - Por mais que o jeito bobo de Gabreel deixe Sam completamente impaciente na maioria das vezes, ele é o seu fiel companheiro de aventuras e de festas, um dos poucos que lhe resta, no final. Como é mais velho que o mesmo, acaba sempre empurrando as responsabilidades que não quer ter para o mesmo. Porém, coitado de quem se mete com seu pequeno Gabe, acaba sendo o maior alvo da fúria de Sam.

Raphael - Toda indiferença de Sam ao mundo some perante Raphael,que é uma das poucas pessoas com êxito em lidar com ele. Acredita que Raphael é seu motivo genuíno para continuar acreditando que ainda existe bondade no mundo e por isso, esforçasse para gastar com ele o pouco de paciência que tem.

Uriel - Uriel é a irmã mais nova de Sam, mas, algumas vezes parece o contrario, especialmente quando está alí sentada em um dos sofás da 7sins lhe sedendo o seu colo. Ur é a única pessoa que faz o teimoso Samael obedecer e se abrir inteiramente. Ela é também o maior alvo dos seus ciúmes, mesmo sendo sua cúmplice de aventuras. Secretamente, o homem é responsável por sabotar a maioria dos relacionamentos da irmã, por achar que ninguém é, ou vai ser bom o suficiente para ela.

I say it all the time

“Ah, me poupe...”

“Eu ouvi...Só escolhi ignorar!”

“Ops...I did it again”

“Eu não estou ouvindo só vendo sua boca mexer”

#dc #abouts #personality #o sam é teimoso como um burro mas é um menino bom

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brotherhood-of-samael · 10 months

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#satanismus #satanism #brotherhood of samael #samael #devil #satanistic #brotherhood #aufklärung #bewusstsein #gedanken #nachdenken

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oncedied · 5 days

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Can’t sleep so I’m thinking abt Felvan and Felvos again. They’re a pair of twins who end up falling in with the thieves guild much to the chagrin of Revyn.

Felvan is strange in the regard that he was born with abnormally bright golden eyes that shone iridescent blue. His grandfather, the Nerevarine Llethri Releth, panicked upon first seeing his eyes and their unnatural colors for reasons he refuses to specify. He told the boy’s parents to ensure that his eyes are never visible by anyone under any circumstance, especially by other Dunmer. When pressed he refused to elaborate. It’s believed that he communed with Azura directly and in person for guidance on what to do with the boy’s eyes.

Felvan would often conceal his face under a broad brimmed hat and would wrap his eyes in thin linen — enough for him to see through while still concealing them. This has led to Felvan pretending that he is blind, an act helped by his twin, because that would be easier to explain than mentioning that their grandfather did not want anyone seeing his eyes for some unknown mysterious reason. They’ve also used this to trick people, alongside their general Voros Twins-style stupidity act. How could a blind boy that is also dumb as bricks and his equally as dim counterpart be capable of these genius acts and ploys? Was it sheer chance, coincidence or where these boys smarter than they let on?

They fell into the Thieves’ Guild entirely by accident— they were left unattended in Riften and opted to cause some trouble, which ended in them being offered by Brynjolf to carry out a task for him, promising shiny coin on top of causing some good ol’ unrest, whatever seemed to entice the two more. Whatever happened ended in them thundering through the ratway towards the Flagon laughing and tussling and in general causing a massive ruckus — almost knocking the door off its hinges, startling just about every patron inside. Their chaos was only stopped by Maul booming at them viciously, complete with drawing his weapon — clearly having no qualms with teaching these two young teenagers a lesson or two.

This was only stopped with Samael and Revyn (tailed closely by Teldryn) making their entrance, Revyn visibly tense and trying to conceal his face as much as he could. He had a history with some of these people, after all, and the last time he was ever there alone was the day he left with a promise that if he ever showed his face there again it would be on sight and he would not make it out alive. Teldryn was the one who got Maul to back off only because he got himself between the twins and the mercenary, and used the fact he had a few inches of height on him to his advantage that he basically sized him up in a way that sent a clear message. He wouldn’t win, and teldryn felt that maul was more bark than he was bite.

Samael would round up the now silent and visibly ashamed twins telling them that they have to be more careful with these things, these people. That he’s at least happy they were paid clearly. That Revyn almost had a heart attack over them, knowing where they were and what they were doing. Revyn for one was skulking by the door of the Flagon and tried to make sure he was unnoticed.

Revyn for one was a bit less gentle with the boys, feverishly warning them about just what the Guild is and if they ask him they’re much safer with the Brotherhood than they are here. They’d be eaten alive here. And he did not hesitate to remind them that he was speaking from experience and it’s precisely why he hates riften so much.

I need to develop the twins more but the gist of it is they’re big dumbasses who are also my thieves guild guys and are inseparable to the point where they might as well be attached at the hip. They’re also heteropaternal twins, so they have two different biological fathers (aside from Revyn).

#caydeposting #Felvan Releth #Felvos Sero

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mike-hounsfield · 7 years

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Mikael C. Hounsfield - Personality and brotherhood relationship

“Eu me considero uma pessoa tranquila, embora muitos discordem. Em minha defesa, eu apenas gosto das coisas no lugar e do meio jeito. Fora isso, acredito que eu não tenha grandes problemas com ninguém...A menos é claro... Que mexam com a minha família.”

We all have fellings

Mikael sempre se sentiu pressionado a fazer grandes coisas, isso tornou ele o homem responsável que é. No entanto, essa responsabilidade o tornou também um tanto autoritário. Acostumado a tomar a frente para a maioria das coisas, detesta ser questionado em uma ordem e faz de tudo para alcançar os seus objetivos. Ele não é o tipo de pessoa que se importa com muitas coisas a não ser a família, dessa forma, é capaz de qualquer coisa para protegê-la. No entanto, por ser um homem muito justo acaba entrando em conflitos internos ocasionalmente quando precisa driblar um principio ou outro para ajudar seus irmãos a seguirem suas vidas. Sente-se responsável por cada um deles e de certa forma, seus pais também acreditam que ele é. Conhecido por seu gênio forte, poucas pessoas ousam discutir ou contestá-lo, tanto por medo quanto por receio. Incrivelmente organizado, detesta quem mexe em suas coisas, especialmente quem as tira do lugar. É cheio de algumas manias de organização. Contudo, isso não torna Mikael uma pessoa difícil de se aproximar, apenas de conviver. Ele é um homem bastante inteligente e relativamente sociável, é claro, se isso lhe convir de alguma forma. Tudo muda apenas quando o assunto é sua mãe, Esther, o homem, sempre muito sério e centrado, torna-se um verdadeiro derretido perto da mulher, que é, sem sombra de dúvida, a pessoa que mais ama no mundo, tendo em sequência, seu pai e seus irmãos. É por ela que, apesar de ter se tornado agnóstico, o homem continua indo a igreja todos os domingos, pois sabe o quão importante isso é para a mulher.

Muitas vezes, pode soar um tanto grosseiro e impaciente, mas, é só seu jeito exigente falando. Tem bastante dificuldade em se desculpar e isso por vezes, atrelada a sua teimosia, acaba sendo um problema ao se relacionar com as pessoas ao seu redor. Apesar de seu jeito ligeiramente presunçoso e indelicado, ele tem um coração de ouro e pode se mostrar muito generoso com quem se abrir para conhecê-lo. Por mais que more em uma casa luxuosa, antes com carros e roupas caras, ele é no fundo alguém muito simples, ainda que, dificil de agradar. Mike é a pessoa com quem todos sabem que podem contar para resolver qualquer tipo de problema, afinal, está sempre muito empenhado em manter todas as coisas no lugar, ainda que sua vida pessoal e seu estado emocional acabe ficando ligeiramente conturbado com isso.

Family nicknames

“Rainbow baby (Bebê arco-íris)” - O Apelido foi dado a Mikael por sua mãe e, por mais que que pareça embaraçoso, quando é ela a chamar-lhe assim, ele não se sente nenhum pouco incomodado. A justificativa para o apelido é que Mikael foi o primeiro filho de Esther, após sucessivos abortos. Ele simboliza assim o arco-íris após a tempestade na vida da mulher e para ela, é também um sinal da resposta de Deus a sua promessa.

“Capitain Solution (Capitão solução)” - Mikael acabou ficando conhecido assim entre seus irmãos, dada a quantidade de vezes que acabou resolvendo os problemas deles. O apelido foi dado por Samael, mais como uma provocação, no entanto, acabou ficando popular por Uriel, que o utilizava de uma maneira um tanto mais carinhosa, fazendo com que o homem acabasse se derretendo e aceitando o apelido de bom grado.

“Lionheart (Coração de leão)” - Entitulado assim por seu pai, que tinha dúvidas se conheceria alguém mais corajoso e bem disposto que seu primogênito, é sem dúvida um dos apelidos favoritos de Mike, ainda que não admita isso para ninguém. Chamado assim unicamente por Griff, o garoto tem secretamente o apelido como um título de honra, afinal, seu pai é a pessoa que mais admira no mundo.

Brotherhood feelings

Samael - A relação de Mike e Sam se baseia em uma linha tênue de amor e ódio. Por mais que vivam em pé de guerra, todos sabem que não há nada no mundo que não fariam um pelo outro. Todos os conflitos certamente se resumem a personalidades completamente opostas. Samael é a pessoa com quem mais briga mas, certamente é a que mais defende em todas as situações, ainda que viva reclamando sobre isso.

Gabreel - Gabreel é de longe a única pessoa que consegue fazer Mike rir como se não houvesse amanhã. É considerado pelo mais velho simplesmente a pessoa mais divertida do universo. De todos os irmãos é com Gabe que Mikael mais conversa, sendo seu confidente oficial. É através dele que escuta as histórias mais divertidas mas, também é para ele que cede, sem qualquer cerimônia o maior espaço de seu ombro amigo.

Raphael - De todos os irmãos, Raphael é certamente o que Mikael concentra seu maior cuidado. Vê nele uma pureza tão genuína que morre de medo que o mundo selvagem estrague seu puro e precioso irmão. Apesar de os dois não conversarem tanto, é nítido a confiança que um tem no outro, especialmente nos momentos difíceis.

Uriel - Por ser a irmã mais nova e a única garota, Uriel sempre recebeu um tratamento muito especial da parte de Mikael, é uma das poucas pessoas no mundo a conseguir dobrar o irmão. A mima como ninguém, sempre atendendo aos seus pedidos custe o que custar.

I say it all the time

“Pode deixar, eu resolvo!”

“Mas, será possível que se eu quiser que isso saia bem feito vou ter de fazer sozinho? Vocês são um bando de incompetentes!”

“Você está bem?”

“Céus, eu estou cercado de idiotas!”

#dc #personality #aboutm #brothers #mike é um cavalo mas é um amorzinho gente

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Join us this week for several amazing things! We start of with an amesome paper about a possible solution to a modern problem in the Fraternity, follow it up with a short interview with Bro. Aaron Gardner of Celestial Brotherhood about his new charity and Brother Matt Chojnacki stop by to bring us the Esoteric Freemason Minute. The Esoteric segment runs about 30 minutes and covers; Atlantis, Noah, meditations, sexual energies, the Bible and ancient antediluvian origins of man! You don't want to miss it! Please see the show notes below to find all the goodies we mentioned in the show this week! Links: The Masonic Roundtable - Episode 53 Celestial Brotherhood - Blog by Aaron Gardner Brothers in Aprons for Brothers in Arms - Charity Tales From the Craft - by Steven L. Harrison Freemasonry Crosses the Mississippi - by Steven L Harrison The books Brother Matt recomended from the Esoteric Freemason Minute Mackey's Encyclopedia Book of Jasher Book of Enoch Genesis of the Grail Kings - Laurence Gardner Jerusalem Stone of Consciousness Phylotus - Esoteric Masonry Samael Aun Weor Emerald Tablets of Thoth by Whence Came You?

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reynardiine · 6 years

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I wanted to share some book samples, from all the stories I’ve officially started:

TRANSFIGURE ( published & available via amazon )

The walls of the kitchen pushed outward, wooden benches spreading out on either side of us. Archways and chandeliers and a great glass window formed in the rusted metal and rotting wood. The church to which Kane and I fled proceeding the suiting ceremony took the place of the Brotherhood’s kitchen. It was different from what I remembered, the shadows now filled with a blinding light. The boards placed over the windows were gone, the coat of dust on every open space was cleaned off, and the air filled with a neutral aroma that brought me a drowsy kind of calm.

In the spit, a man stood, his hands waving vehemently about him. He told a story using words I could hardly make out. He held up a book, a bible. The pews were filled with people shouting praises, agreeing with a single word and the nod of their heads. Hands raised to the ceiling as they grasped for something which was not there.

“All that began believes in an end.”

Between the two columns of seats, Talbot walked one foot lined perfectly in front of the other. He stood no closer to either side, but both hands stayed outstretched to the people. Every other step, one of those grasping hands would find his, squeeze tightly, and drop to their hearts or their laps, heads bowed in acceptance.

“You may find it familiar. Apollyon, the destroyer, perhaps Azrael, hm? Samael, Hel, San La Muerte, Osiris. The Grim Reaper himself — The names are endless, yet it is the only thing on which the human race seems to agree.” When he reached the end of the aisle, he took his first step toward the man ahead. “Life is a privilege granted to few. Death is the only promise given to all.” With each slow stride up the stairs, the man standing behind the podium grew weaker, giving in to an ailment that outwardly resembled age. A slow descent began for the priest as Talbot rose higher.

When he reached the same level as the man, he took his hand. Even when the man fell at his feet, Talbot stood tall.

“Save me,” the priest pleaded, eyes wide with something that was neither fear nor sadness. They beheld something I might never understand. He greeted Talbot as an old friend, a chance at well-deserved rest, his path home.

Talbot’s head bowed.

He knelt before the man.

Whispered something in his strange language.

Astounded and horrified at once, I watched as the man sank to the floor. A smile was on his lips. Before it could reach them, the light in his eyes dimmed.

“What have you done?” I demanded, a shout that came out muffled in the open air.

Heads tilted around me, but not one turned my way. Even Talbot seemed preoccupied. He leaned down and lifted the man from the ground effortlessly. A wooden box rose from the ground behind them. The attention to detail was incredible. Tiny swirls of leaves and flowers lined the upper brim, and the inside was covered in what looked like velvet. Gently, Talbot lay the man inside and closed the lower half of the lid.

With his head still bowed, he answered me. “I have kept my promise.”

CRUCIFY ( wip )

Howls sounded to the North. Dogs, logic guessed.

No, my heart pounded in return.

The curtain of a hut pulled open, spilling weak light into an eager darkness. A boy of no more than nine stepped out. The candle in his hand only served to blind himself out here. My focus snapped to the glowing halo at his bare feet. He took another tender step forward, and my hand fell to the pistol at my side.

I liked to think that part of me called out and asked if everything was okay. Whatever did make it into the space between us did nothing to catch his attention. He stepped forward, slowly at first. Another howl broke from woods. Couldn’t have been a dog; it was too sentient, both unsettlingly human and otherworldly.

His next few steps came a bit more hurried. Panic flushed his cheeks. “Mom?” he called out, his tiny voice bouncing back from the wood. “Mom, is that you?”

For a moment, everything stood still. The boy, his candle held high above his head, waited anxiously for a response. Then, his shoulders lowered, his chest fell back into its natural breathing patterns, and he smiled.

“I thought you were gone for good,” he told the night.

Shadows pressed in all around; even his candle seemed to struggle against its cover. The flame was suffocating, dwindling more as the boy moved farther from his home. He dropped it, and the wax snapped in half against the carpets. The flame should have caught. Instead, it dwindled there, giving a final sigh as it blinked out. With all these guards pacing the camp’s border, someone else should have seen this.

In the pitch of dusk, from this distance, the trees weren’t much more than a dream. There was no definition between them. No beginning, no end. In every direction, they gave the illusion that we were hopelessly barracaded inside.

Amid that apprehension, it showed itself. The celestial glow made it difficult to miss against the sylvan wall. With a slender torso made of bare, pulsing organs, its deer-like skull scarcely supported itself on the fragile bones of its neck. There were no legs to speak of, nor bones to support its floating insides. Its ribs were built with hundreds of tendrils that sprouted from its head, woven round and round the creature’s body as a crude fix. Between its broken jaws lay what looked to be the teeth of a piranha. Where a set of antlers should have been, two open pipes protruded to match the third in the center of its brow, and a black haze poured out.

One hand, its fingers a tangle of veins and vine and bone and steel, extended toward the boy in a gentle wave to follow, then hovered. Likely an invitation to hold on.

Another desperate, “Mother,” wafted toward it.

REYNARDINE ( working title / wip )

The news still ran the pictures a year after his disappearance.

Dad didn’t like that. He said it was something like Zeddex poking the body of that deer he had dragged out of the bayou last week.

“They keep at this, the whole thing’s gonna bust wide open, and we’ll be stuck with the stink,” he would announce for anyone passing through the den. He never did turn it off. If anything, the television stayed on just to get another look at the kid — brown hair and grey eyes, just like the child playing with a bucket of chipped up two-by-fours by the coffee table. The only thing setting the two apart was a twelve-month age gap.

Stories ran nationwide for the past week, deeming this very night with monumental importance. “Today marks the tragic anniversary of the Shaddix murders,” the anchor whose name the boy could only comprehend as Carrie-Bo passed on to her audience. She wasn’t that interesting, aside from the globed shape of her hair. “One year ago, parents, Stephen and Catherine; their eight-year-old son, James; and their four-year-old daughter, Michelle were found unresponsive in their home in Ashford, Alabama. Michelle’s twin brother, Thomas, was never found.”

With the end of the statement, the boy’s picture took up the screen again. In it, Thomas smiled proudly as he showed off the Barbie he’d stolen from his sister not minutes before. That was when another abrupt grunt came from Dad, followed by the heavy thump as his boots shifted against the edge of the table.

His son’s head lifted only slightly with the smallest laugh, his eyes never moving from his tower of blocks. “That’s my name,” he told it. No one else would listen to him anyway.

“Yep.” The word was drawn out around an exhale of complacency. “You and your brothers ain’t allowed in town for a while.”

BILGEWATER ( working title / wip )

They pull this shit all the time, for one reason or another. Last week, it was a faulty tail light. Weird, since the thing was working both before and after the encounter. Last month, it was for the El Camino’s lift kit. Texas law might not have a problem with it, but these guys sure as shit do.

Now it’s because his pipes are too loud. Alright, he’ll give them that one. But everyone knows the only reason Finn’s been stopped is so the fuzz can get a better look at that uglyass car.

“So’s ‘is gonna take much longer, man? ‘Cause I got ‘mportant places to do and people to be, if ‘at’s cool with you.” He thinks it’s hilarious, but highway patrol’s a bitch no matter how big a comedian you think you are. Doesn’t get so much as half a grin out of that one, just the delayed turn and an agonizingly slow saunter back to the paddywagon. It’s been the same guy five times now. Surely, Finn and Officer Wright are on better terms than this.

There’s not much time to question it. Finn doesn’t even have to answer his phone to know what Walker’s about to say.

Why the fuck are you always late, boy?

Maybe if he’d put in a good word with Amarillo PD, they wouldn’t have this problem, but good luck convincing him that’s even a problem. Well, if Walker won’t take Finn’s word for it, he’ll just have to show him. With the pedal floored, those BFGoodrich tires throw out enough gravel to crack the car’s windshield in three places. And only when he’s got a half mile head start does he take Walker’s call.

“Goddamn, Gramps. I’m right around the fuckin’ corner, alright. I’ll be there before — What? Nah, that ain’t a siren. I’m just bringin’ over a few friends."

FISHER ( working title / wip )

“Two — two packs,” he stammered over the dull hum of the A/C. His voice sounded wrong, but he hadn’t spoken in nearly a week, save for the infrequent mutterings to himself over how wrong the estimated heating time was on the average frozen meal.

The woman on the other side of the counter didn’t seem to notice.

Doris noticed everything.

It had to be in his head.

Yeah — In his head, you know, like the fourth hack on his server in three weeks had to be. Like that Escalade he caught parked nearby every time he opened his shutters. Like the odd tone on the other end of every phone call he had tried to make. He was just paranoid; it ran in the family. Yeah, that’s all it was. Had to be.

He was more jittery than usual. That was saying a lot, considering the way his hands used to shake in high school. Teachers reprimanded him for the chicken scratch, said they couldn’t read it, but hey — neither could he. That was why he liked his keyboard. Kept his hands busy and came out right no matter what.

But how long would it be, now, before that was taken away? The feds were getting wise, took down a couple of affiliates already, and what would happen when they caught the elusive Fisher?

A man rounded the corner and said something that didn’t quite catch at first. He glazed over it, ignored it, tried to buy the cigarettes and move on; but the man repeated himself: “William Fisher?”

Will gave a wordless nod.

A second man rounded the corner just to yank him away from the register, spilling all those rights the land of the free, home of the brave had to offer. Weird. He always thought he would fight the day they slapped cuffs on him.

#— ɪ·ᴍ ғɪᴠᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ❜ ( ooc. )#;; this is how i tell myself i've done something today #;; when you want to write for a living #;; but writing is also a pastime

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