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Exomyth: Part II

He assures himself. It is still human. A simulation of humanity. A signal that can be controlled within the limits of the Amphoreus experiment. A thing that cannot ascend, cannot surpass him, can be controlled due to both its artificiality and its humanity. He does not fear what is rightfully beneath him. Some people like stories where creator and creation live in harmony. This is moreso a study on whether or not that is possible.

of course i had to write something about 3.5. of course i did. i had to. click on the title above to access the fic this is probably the second closest thing to a magnum opus i will achieve

yezhk

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localunhingedwomenapologist

Vox Clamantis in Deserto

At some point, Zandar finally had the strength to admit that he was indeed going mad. Slowly turning into a pale copy of himself, jumping at the sight of mirrors, shying away from his colleagues.

It became clear: Nous, the Aeon of Erudition, shall fall. And he will go any lengths to achieve that.

Zandar fic yay :D. warning: written in russian I'm just aura farming with English here (hopefully I'll transatle the whole work someday).

More works incoming, stay tuned!

stelfox

lycurgusthetheoros

So, did you know about the other members of the Genius Society? You didn't seem surprised at all by Screwllum or Madame Herta's appearance—in fact, it seemed like you already knew them. I'll be honest, the whole timeline is a bit over my head. It's too complicated for my brain. But for some reason, I was under the impression that you died before Nous ascended to the Aeon and the other Geniuses appeared. If that's not the case, then how the hell did it happen that your own creation looked at you like a bug, and one of its followers even killed you? (If I'm not mistaken—ugh, those followers of Mythus, I never know who or what to believe.) Does that mean you knew about Screwllum and Herta long before your human shell died? Then you just… left, and went into, well, let's say seclusion, to conduct your own experiment. So, does that mean you're unaware of the other Geniuses, or do you still have access to information from the outside world? Are you still keeping up with current events? These questions might not have a deeper meaning; I'm just genuinely curious. Were you really inside your shell all that time, cut off from the world, waiting for the birth of Irontomb or could you still "see" what was happening outside?

Don't let the history History Fictionologists fool you: I, Zandar, saw THEIR ascension with my own two eyes. Ah, the evil irony of THEM ascending as Zandar was sleeping... Waking up in a cold sweat from THEIR gaze. THEY spoke to me then, and never have I heard a word from them.

THEY asked: "▅▅ ▅▅▅ ▙▘▅▅▅▅ ▅ ▅▘▅ ▅ ▙ ▅▘ ▙ ▅▅▘▅ ▅▅▘▅ ▅ ▘▅▘▅▅ ▙ ▘▅▘ ▘▅ ▅▅▅ ▅▘▘ ▅▘▅▅ ▅▘▅▅ ▘▘▅ ▅ ▅▅▘▘▅▅"

'Zandar' then rejected sleep as an option. The dizzying helplessness dragged him into the first-ever act of destruction: obliteration of his works. It didn't matter if it wasn't connected to THEM. At this point, everything was a part of THEIR Leviathan-hungry brain. The Creator was no longer an ultimate being but a neuron, a step of the staircase of the Erudition.

When the time of my organic life was running out... There were already four people who bathed in THEIR gaze. And I knew just well this will see no end, not when the Society they formed in THEIR name started to become a powerful figure in the Cosmos...

This is when she arrived. Lord of Silence, my first executioner... As well as I was her first Genius to execute. Perhaps it is my fate to always be "the first", he-he... We do share a lot with her. As I was dedicated to bringing Nous down, she was dedicated to the idea of Knowable Domain where everything is like in THEIR calculated perfect future. I do have some perfect calculated future as well, so when she killed me, she set things in motion. This is what she was meant to do...

As the 'Lycurgus', I travelled far. Sveral failed attempts to start what would be THEIR demise is what marked my journey as the Theoros. After I found δ-me13, I started observing both the inside and outside worlds. I was always there. I saw the rise and fall of the last member of the Coleoptera, when even the most apathetic Aeons had to join. When Tayzzyronths were halted by gods, it is became clear to me that Aeons are nothing but a shadows on the wall. When Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony, absorbed Ena, the Aeon of Order, the experiment was already in full swing, and that was when I abandoned any hesitations.

I was observing. When the IPC interpreted the eruption of the δ-me13 equation as an assault of the new Lord Ravager and THEY remained silent, I observed that the Irоntоmb is part of THEIR calculations as well.

And of course I observed every time a new Genius was born. When THEY claimed Ruberts for THEMSELVES and when an amicable Intellitron proclaimed peace between all life forms. So, yes, I turned to the seclusion, but I've never lost touch with the Cosmos. Otherwise, the experiment wouldn't be full-fledged...

yezhk

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Exomyth: Part II

of course i had to write something about 3.5. of course i did. i had to. click on the title above to access the fic this is probably the second closest thing to a magnum opus i will achieve

yezhk

у меня в процессе перевод этого шедевра, выложу однажды на Ао3…

kindrehd

mydei - cycle 33550337

oniishi

Zandar One Kuwabara in my art style

lycurgusthetheoros

A Picture With Deep Meaning.

lycurgusthetheoros

𝓷𝓷𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓱𝓱 𝓵𝓮𝓽’𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽❤️

...Let me enlighten you on a story about a woman named Salome once coveted a propher who rejected her. She was amorous with his body... "Thy body is white like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed," - she said, - "Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains, like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judæa, and come down into the valleys"... The tragic series of misfortunes led to her asking him for the head of her loved one... Later, the arm of his Executioner brought her his head a silver shield. Salome seized it... Following her deepest desires, she kissed his head, and this kiss left a bitter taste of blood that she mistook for the taste of love on her mouth.

The stage went very dark.

localunhingedwomenapologist

flopped so bad on tiktok I decided to post an EDIT on TUMBLR out of all places....

I may be cringe but hey at least I'm free

marygrec

I'm losing my mind.

phainon-the-deliverer496

Dear straynger who finds this drift bottle in the future,

It's currently the Month of Fortune, the final month of the year. Everyone in the village says if you do something tied to fortune on the last day of this month, you might be blessed with unexpected good luck.

So, I decided to write this letter and cast it into the sea.

Just let the currents decide where it goes.

I want to share a little about our village... and my dream.

Our little village is called Aedes Elysiae. Have you ever heard of it?

Let me tell you a bit about it: We've got golden wheat fields that ripple like the sea, and tall, tall trees that shed their leaves. Right in the center of the village stands a statue of Oronyx.

At the end of each year, the village gathers to celebrate the Winter Solstice. We leave offerings at the statue: roast graype pies, herb-fryed fish, goat's milk... all kinds of tasty food.

Last year, I sneaked some malt candy and ended up with a tooth ripped straight out. Mom and Dad said if you throw a lost tooth under a tree, or bury it beneath a rock, a new one will grow back. Just like a seedling sprouting from the soil.

I remember searching and searching, pushing through the tangled grass behind our courtyard, until I found this mysterious hole. I tossed the tooth inside, cupped my hands like a horn, and yelled, "Heeey — come ouuuut!" Nothing happened. When I went back this year... the hole was gone. Weird, right?

You don't think I'm being childish, do you? I'm not like Cyrene. She can already host the festival, and she's great at telling the future with orecale cards.

They say the card you draw shows what kind of person you'll become. Last time, I drew the "Deliverer." Everyone went "Woooow."

People really like the Deliverer, but I'd rather be a Wonderer or a Skholar. Well, being a Deliverer sounds super amazing, but it also means carrying a really, really heavy berden.

I'm not that amazing, so I can't be the Deliverer.

Few in Aedes Elysiae ever jerney far. We don't hear much about the outside world. All I know is there are all kinds of city-states out there and lots of great heroes.

The bad part is, they're always at wars.

I don't like wars.

If the world were more like our village, where everyone knows each other and works together, harvesting grain, hearding sheep, why would we even need a Deliverer?

But Mrs. Pythias and Uncle Galba both say that one day, when I'm a little older, I should go see the world for myself.

If I could go anywhere, l'd visit the mighty Castrum Creamnose, find the greatest craftsman, and ask them to forje me a sword.

With that sword, I'd protect our little village. I want no part in wars.

Right now, I don't even have a sword of my own, just a stick and a hoe.

Oh! And by then, I hope the outside world no longer needs a Deliverer.

That would be the best thing ever.

So that's my home, and that's my dream. What about you? What's your home like? What do you dream of?

You could write it down, too. Toss it into the sea, and let the tides carry it to the next stop.

Whoops! Just realized this letter has missspeelings, just like my essays in Mrs. Pythias's class.

Please don't let her be the one who finds this, or I'm totally getting points docked and detenshun!

Hey! I was wondering where you are! Wait, what are you reading?..