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bugenjoyer · 10 months
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cute misc old net buns
feel free to use without credit, all sourced from https://gifcities.org/ and The Internet Archive! :)
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chipchappcomic · 12 days
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CHEESED TO MEET YOU!!!!!!
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nalgenes · 2 years
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ballad-of-the-lamb · 2 months
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I've been bingeing your art in this blog for, like, the last hour. Sooo much good stuff!
Can we hear more about notable members of the Cult? Cheese Parm's s/o and such
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cult info below cut b/c i'm gonna be typing a lot;
Everyone listed here are basically the main runners/cast when it comes to plot relevance in the story in itself. there are plenty of cast & characters that aren't- but they wont pop up for anything other than background characters perhaps staring on in horror at god antics or one another's antics.
we'll start from the top;
GALLOWS [ girlyed cheese ]
the most recent member of the cult to be saved specifically by the lamb themself from sacrifice within Darkwood.
a lot of cult conflict will begin with the uninitiated, the unknowing. and the influence of the twin gods will be seen on her in real time as the story progresses.
she is generally a very generic playful-but-tricky fox character, but there's a lot she hides; much like the rest of the cult members. her past is not happily talked about, or seldom is.
she was a native to Darkwood. She is chaotic because of it.
she was meant to be burned at the stake.
EKPYROSIS [ asbestos ]
This word derives from a Greek word for a great fire. It represents a belief held by some scholars of Stoicism, that says that the universe has no beginning or end, and instead is destroyed and remade in a great conflagration in a cyclic manner. Just as life & death ever are.
Her name stands out among the rest of the cult because it was the name that the Lamb bestowed upon her upon being given the title of disciple. Just as Narinder took Baal & Aym to learn from him, the Lamb took her.
Her previous name is not known to anyone mind the Lamb themself, Narinder, and cheese parm.
She is more inclined to using and being influenced by the eldritch artifacts & relics the Lamb or Narinder tend to return with.
She leaves an uneasy and terrible 'uncanny valley' feeling tenfold within her vicinity, which makes her hard to be around. It is not just being outright creepy- but it's a lot more akin to literally feeling reality dip and bow around you into something not quite right.
She does not move like a normal person. The way she walks, runs, jumps- it's all too impossible to replicate without someone shattering every bone in their body.
When she speaks, her voice is delayed from her mouth. And it doesn't always line up perfectly.
most notably; cheese parm hates her. for good reason.
OTHERA [ bong water ]
An average cult member on the surface. They are a caretaker, they are matronly, they work as the local therapist. Generally just likes taking care of people.
When the Lamb, Disciples, & Narinder aren't around to listen to confessionals in the booth they are typically who does.
It's an unspoken rule to not make them angry or let them get to '1' when they start counting down from 5.
He is typically known for the reason morale is good. A good shoulder to rely on.
He is the third oldest member of the cult, resurrected multiple times over to serve his purpose, next to cheese parm & his sister. they are also the only one that asbestos seems to actively fear besides cheese parm.
EUNOMIA [ they/theminem ]
Eunomia was a minor goddess of law and legislation, whose name means "Good Laws", and is specifically a goddess of order according to good governance.
The second disciple. Known for learning the use of the Lamb's personally created curses specifically, though does know the ones Narinder passed on. They do not deem themselves worthy enough to use those.
Generally a very angry & spiteful person for a multitude of reasons. It mostly comes down to 'bearer of the curse' and the curse being knowledge.
They are the only one really permitted to 'backtalk' due to how much they actually do know their place.
they are very heavily disciplined under the rule of self-flagellation, and know the tenants and rites better than anyone else in the cult. even the head ritualist.
as said on paper. cheese parm's s/o. the significantly scarier one. they have not had a reason to be scary in a good couple hundred years! don't make them start now.
has 2 adopted kids w/ cheese parm they raise.
PANKRATIAST [ cheese parm ]
The Pankration is a sport of unarmed combat that featured in the ancient Olympic Games in Greece. This specific association fits as he's specifically an unarmed fighter first and foremost.
While not a disciple, is considered one generally in 'importance' to the higher ups of the cult. While he is no more important than Gallows, Othera, Minced Meat, or any other average member- he has the veteran's respect.
Was given a name by the Lamb, and since he does not speak, it's not like he can correct anyone otherwise.
well. doesn't talk. only ever communicates in vague grunts and noises that voice displeasure or a neutral 'ok'
Generally considered stoic, he does not feel strongly about most things.
The village executioner. The head missionary. Bartender. Does all the jobs no one else wants to do, and even others when no one else does it.
Smells of gore & wet dog constantly.
Knows. Remembers. Knows why death is broken, knows how it broke, will not tell Lamb or Narinder. He is a Witness.
Knows all the weaponry the Lamb uses & can use it just as effectively on a physical level.
The first of the flock. Will be there even when there is no more flock to have. As it will ever be, pinkie promised back in the Silk Cradle back where he was first found.
ILONA [ taco bell qsdea ]
a specialist in alchemy, cooking, & plants. Tends to the farms, gardens, & warding stones.
The first of the cult members Narinder warmed up to directly after descension. They brought him food every day, they gave him supplies, and other than the Lamb- they were the first to not be terrified of him.
They are very blind and often need a guide when they are not allowed to use their clicks and noises to find the way.
They are immune to Gallows' tricks and run off of the 'fae logic' of most things.
Their name means 'joy'. A name they decided on after speaking to Narinder for a time.
The first cult members recruited directly after Narinder's descension.
Immune to the horrors Somehow. There is something hiding behind those big ol eyes
Can fly. They have wings attached to their arms, and for it, require special clothes.
will be involved a lot in narinder plots
MINCED MEAT [ childbirth gambino ]
head cook but kind of as a threat. the lamb put them there for a reason. they are pretty mid.
constantly paranoid and in a state of fear or unease. Does not sleep because of it, and instead compulsively cooks almost all day and night.
most random screeches or noises in the cult come from this little guy
absolutely scared shitless of the Lamb.
The first Dissenter since the Lamb's ascension. They were made an example of. Now they will never. They have seen god's wrath, and would rather die.
narinder likes to bully this thing by hissing at him in the night
attached to beansnesed'd bsbisebies hip when in the chapel or out and about.
the prime example of 'the lamb is not a good person.'
ALOPE [ deep dish pizza ]
cheese parm's little sister. and borderline clone. she copies everything he's done up until adulthood when she started to become her own person. though it's been hundreds, if not thousands of years, she's still trying to figure out who she is.
made a pinkie promise to the lamb, just like cheese parm, to always be there. and she has!
ripped as fuck. like, more than cheese parm. huge. absolute beast thing.
the lamb prevented a fated death in her, the first time he ever did so, and for it her title is technically 'Saint Alope' within the cult for being the act of a miracle.
like her brother, never speaks vocally, never shows her face. gets across feelings through vague grunts. uses sign language where cheese parm does not.
the fastest in the cult. rivals narinder in base speed without using necklaces or unnatural abilities.
uses two ritual dirks or daggers at any given point, throwing knives, things of that sort. protects the village next to cheese parm, and you'll never hear her coming. totally, absolutely silent.
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snivyartjpeg · 9 months
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rain code sketch dump ft animals
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djsadbean · 6 months
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au where professor boxleitner and squeaky fuse but now there’s just a really nice and knowledgeable man controlling a little mouse who is still wordgirl’s mentor but he’s now a mouse
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quickhacked · 5 months
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SLIME RANCHER 2 ➤ [13/?]
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malzykins · 1 year
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baby jerboa
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alicentes · 13 days
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Alicent Hightower 🤝 Sansa Stark
Having their book counterparts agency stripped away from them and unnecessary scenes of SA being written for them instead
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Has Bruno ever gotten clingy with any of you guys? He seems to like attention.
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Peppino: He's clingy in the sense whenever you keep looking longingly into the fridge at some leftovers!
Gus: Ah here we go. See Brick? I told you we could've slept in this morning. I felt a tangent in the air whenever I woke up~
Peppino: Oh zip it! The only sort of actual emotion that thing has for anything that isn't itself is for Zola, which, I don't know why, honestly I'm surprised he didn't eat him on sight like a free sample on a toothpick! I wouldn't be shocked if it was some sick game to just butter him up and then bite his head off!
Gus: I think he can be friendly. He's really nice when you get to know him. Maybe Gorgonzola just... was kind to him? Something you could try.
Peppino: You're right Gustavo, how could I have been so blind!? I should have just been nice to my demonic doppelganger that tried to kill me twice and then some. Maybe he wants a hug? (scoffs) He'd hug me with his teeth, probably! Unless you've forgotten the feeling is completely mutual with the freak!
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Gus: How so?
Peppino: What the hell do you mean how so!?
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Gus: I've never seen him do anything to you after the tower aside from reacting out of fear. I think you're-
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Brick:
Gustavo:
Peppino:
Peppino: Gustavo. When I have a heart attack. Do not revive me.
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4/22/2024 jackals and cakehound meeting!
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altocat · 5 months
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*gives babyroth to Vincent*
Stop brooding and SAvE hIM
Vincent is having a giant panic attack, years upon years of ruthless, unrelenting guilt overtaking him. He's failed in every way. He's no longer even a man. He failed Lucrecia. He failed himself. He no longer has any right to happiness, too submerged in sin to even consider alternative objectives. He needs to punish himself. He HAS to punish himself. All monsters must be punished. He should go back to his coffin, back to nightmares, back to vilification and self debasement. That's what he deserves, what he well and truly--
Babyroth *taking Vincent's index finger in his tiny hand*:
"Papa 🥺"
Well shit. All sins are now rendered meaningless. Unimportant. There's something even greater in his life now, some new meaning he has to shelter and protect at all costs.
He gathers the toddler up in his cloak and leads him away, this time towards what he hopes is a better, happier future for them both.
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beardedmrbean · 1 year
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piephyr · 2 years
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Cheesed to meet you
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ohmaerieme · 27 days
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tethered.
544 words, a short little oneshot about the chaos heart and luigi, and his unfortunate amnesia of it.
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Exhaustion seeps through his bones when he finally falls unto his mattress, darkness of sleep quickly swimming behind his eyelids.
It’s the kind of exhaustion that’s clung to him since he awoke from that strange blacking out at Dimentio’s- and how the name sends shivers to his spine- beck and call. An attempt to weaken the good guys and give himself a winning chance, Luigi assumes.
But he dwells on that no longer- a smile graces his lips as he succumbs to sleep, never more grateful for a bed and a moon to shine through the window than ever. Tomorrow he and his brother will go to Peach’s castle, enjoy a celebratory cake, and enjoy the lovely, lovely calm after such a storm.
But for now, tonight, he lets himself dream- a treat after being left unconscious so many times through their journey.
His blanket softer than ever, his pillow plush and comfy, Luigi easily falls into a deep sleep.
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Luigi opens his eyes to a darkness that seeps into his veins, wraps around his lungs and whispers around his frantically beating heart.  The once-comforting pull of a deep sleep now heavy in his bones makes him panic, weighing him down to the frightening presence.
What he sees around him are hues of blacks and grays, pulsing about his vision- alive. It dances about, smooth as water and heavy as rain.
But something about the way his vision swims, the manner of this heaviness he feels, the crawling of the darkness around him… It’s familiar, in a way, and he cannot shake the feeling he’s had this dream before. And he is dreaming, he knows this to be true, just as he knows he cannot breathe here, nor can he move.
The presence does not speak. It cannot, for it has no shape, no form to mouth words- but it feels. And Luigi feels it too, bleeding into him, solid enough that he could hold it in his hands. It sings of return, ripples through the darkness that echo within his own heart.
You are limitless, it muses through him, incomprehensible. As am I.
“Nightmare,” Luigi tries to whisper out, reminding himself. His voice reaches no one's ears but his own.
I am no nightmare, it denies. I have ceased to exist. All but for one tether.
The darkness stretches, the infinite space Luigi’s found himself in feeling cramped, as if held tightly together in a little box.
A flicker of white sprints through the darkness, and as his eyes follow it, he takes sight of his hands, laid against his sides. His body is swallowed by shadow, but one thing stands out starkly in the nothingness.
His hands are gloved in black, white stitching its edges and little stars dangling from the sleeves of them. A ringing sound burns through his head, the creeping imagery of a plant of all things itching at his skull.
The image fades as quickly as it sprouts, the emptiness around him filling that block. He wrenches his gaze upwards, the dark curiously watching all around him, calculating.
This dream will pass, as all dreams do. He just has to wake up.
Wake up, the emptiness echoes, almost mockingly. Its swaying hues of night almost emulate familiar laughter.
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98chao · 10 months
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drawing wukong everyday in a different art program
day 13 - jspaint.app
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