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#i have a bias for one of these#can u tell#rn I wanna focus on crusade lamb#or maybe people’s perception of the lamb outside of the cult#anyways this was a fun exercise that resulted in one of my favorite designs ever#up next? maybe cult leader lamb#taking that third design and running with it#and then at one point I’ll come up with one for narinder and the bishops#my art#digital art#artists on tumblr#fanart#character design#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb
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SALVATION - SUGURU GETO
ft. cult leader!suguru geto x fem!reader
a/n: first full fic on this blog !! been thinking on this for a WHILE and it's finally here :3 feedback/rbs insanely appreciated, hope you all like the fic <3 thank you to @kaitkatme and @nexysworld for beta reading this for me ♡
cw: 18+ content, manipulation, dub-con due to heavy coercion, fingering, corruption kink, loss of virginity, use of 'master', power imbalance, p in v, creampie, breeding, talks of marriage, geto calls reader his wife and little lamb
word count: 2k words
Suguru knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he had to have you. You came to him all nervous and jittery, unable to even meet his eyes. He can see the curse hovering over you, infecting you with its presence. He can tell it's been haunting your dreams before you even open your mouth to say anything, without even looking at the dark circles under your eyes. He listens to you talk, nodding along with feigned sympathy to make you feel comfortable and let your guard down around him.
“I can cure you of your ailment, my dear. But it is best if you stay here for a few days. I can sense you're troubled, and I hope to make sure I can rid you of this disease properly.” He says after a moment, but he's already reaching out to absorb the curse, slipping the orb into his pocket to consume later. He tilts his head, offering you a grin that's all teeth with a hidden sense of malice.
“I'll have someone set up a room for you.” Is all he says before he's leaving the room, waving in one of his disciples to deal with you for now. He had plans he had to form, so he couldn't waste his time on you just yet.
˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗
He returns to you later that night, a lesser curse prepared to infect you with, using it to infect the herbal tea he's prepared for you. For a human of your health, it should simply induce a fever and fitful sleep. Enough for him to convince you that you needed to stay while he purged you of the ‘ailment’ he had diagnosed you with. Enough for him to get closer to you.
“Has everything been to your liking?” He asks as he settles on the edge of your bed, pressing the back of his hand to your head as he hands you the infected tea, making sure you don't take too bad of a turn in reaction towards it. He watches you closely as you start to sip from it, politely thanking him and nodding at his question. Non-sorcerers were such weak, fickle people. He could not harm you before he'd got what he wanted from you.
The effect is almost instant. He watches your eyelids droop as you gaze at him, almost looking like you're in a daze. Your skin grows hot under his touch, growing clammy as the fever sets in. He bites his cheek to suppress a smile as he sees how well the curse takes to you, forcing a look of concern to wash over his face.
“Oh, dear. I've been working on flushing the illness from your body, but it appears it's fighting back. I really do recommend you take my offer to stay for a few days. A week, maybe. Your recovery is important to me, dear.” He says softly, his practised tone low and caring, designed to lure you into a false sense of security. He smiles when he sees you nod in agreement, gently swiping his thumb against your forehead.
You really are far too pretty for a mere non-sorcerer, he thinks, his gaze trailing your face. It felt like a waste that someone like you was born as such a lesser creature. It was a good thing you had Suguru to guide you, to direct you along the right path. You'd be the only one of your kind worthy of walking amongst other sorcerers and his disciples. His perfect wife. You'd want him soon enough, he'd make sure of it.
Over the next few days, he works slowly to wean you off of the curse he'd put into your system, doting on you as much as his dwindling patience would allow while building up your trust in him. After a few days, he removes it, pocketing the orb and nursing you through the lingering effects it had left behind.
The fever remains, rendering you bed bound even without the curse in your system. It appeared to have weakened your immune system considerably more than Suguru had initially anticipated. Not that it particularly mattered - feverish was good and could easily work in his favour. It would make you more delirious, more pliable to his wishes.
He makes his way to your room with your nightly tea, offering you a small smile as he sits on the edge of your bed, instinctively pressing his hand to your head as he'd done every night prior to this one. He hands you your tea, brushing your cheek with his hand.
“Your fever is fading. I don't think it'll be long before you've returned to your normal self.” He tells you, his eyes locked onto yours as you sip from the cup in your hand.
“Thank you for your help, Master Geto. I feel a lot better now. It's been a while since I managed to get a full-night's sleep.” You reply, offering him a gentle smile. Your eyes still look a little hazy, as if you're about to fall asleep any moment. Suguru decides to put his plan into action.
You're not quite delirious enough to miss the way his hand wanders along your side, caressing the curve of your hip and giving it a squeeze before he slips his hand under your shirt, feeling the fever hot skin of your stomach. His eyes flick up as he hears the cup being set on the table, your brows furrowed in confusion.
“Master Geto-”
“Shh, shh. Quiet, little lamb. I'm doing this to help you. You trust me, don't you.” He coos, his voice almost disarmingly sweet. You're not used to him using that tone, and it sends your mind spinning for a moment. You gasp as his hand slips higher, cupping your bare breast as he runs a thumb over your nipple. His hands feel cold on your heated skin, causing the bud to stiffen under his touch.
“Non-sorcerers are so predictable. One touch and you're already willing to submit to me.” He says with a soft huff of laughter, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a whine from you. He sees your expression when he refers to you as such, which only serves to make him laugh harder. “Oh, please don't tell me you mistook me for one of your pathetic kind?”
His hands shift to pull on your trousers, yanking them down with your underwear. You kick out, but the fever makes you weak. Your fight amuses Suguru, drawing another laugh from him. “My little lamb is such a fighter. Darling, there's no use in fighting. You will be my wife, and you will give me an heir.”
He watches you closely, waiting for a protest that doesn't come. Only then does he truly smile, a grin spreading across his face. His thumb parts your pussy, and he clicks his tongue softly when he comes into contact with your wetness. “Ah, what's this? Does being my wife please you so much? Has another man touched you like this before, little one?”
You shake your head instantly, your cheeks growing hot under his intense gaze. He hums softly in thought, dipping his thumb past your entrance, gently teasing it. “A virgin? Mhm, I almost can't believe I'd be so lucky. You don't mind if I check, do you?”
The way you squirm as he slips his thumb away to push his index finger into your cunt is enough to tell him you're untouched, but he doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. The sooner you're swollen with his children, the better. He wants to make sure that you'd be his obedient little wife, and he has no plans on letting you so much as leave this room until he's stuffed you full.
He takes his time stretching you out, slowly adding extra digits until you're keening after being stuffed full of three of his fingers. He presses his palm against his clit as he opens you up, smirking as he watches you attempt to hump his hand to get some friction against your swollen bud. He pulls his hand away when he feels you clenching around his fingers, tutting softly.
“Now, now, little lamb. No cumming unless it's on my cock.” His words are followed by him removing his kāṣāya and loosening his yukata so he can free his cock, pumping it lazily a few times before aligning himself with your entrance. You choke out a gasp as he presses forward, slowly sinking into you inch by inch. You feel like the air is being pushed out of your lungs, your hands clutching losely at the robe still dangling from his body.
“M-Master…” You breathe out, your expression tense as he buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. His jaw clenches as he forces himself to remain still despite the tight heat surrounding him. A hiss is forced out through gritted teeth as he slowly starts to move, his hand gripping your waist tightly to prevent you from moving too much.
“Quiet, little lamb. You will adjust. Your body was made to take my seed. I knew that as soon as I laid eyes on you.” He grits out, placing your calves over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper, his hips slapping the flesh of your ass with every thrust.
His cock glistens with your arousal, spotted slightly with blood that serves as evidence of your purity. The sight has him smiling, rutting his cock into you with more urgency. His pretty wife was perfect for him in every way. He'd be the first and last man to ever touch you. He'd make sure of it. The tip of his cock presses against your cervix as he adjusts his hips, making sure every inch of him fills you.
“My little wife… I'll keep you nice and filled for days. Gonna make sure it takes, gonna give you my baby.” His cock brushes your sweet spot every time he drags it along your fluttering walls, your slick coating his length, dripping down to his balls. The sight alone is almost enough to make him cum, but he's determined to see you cum first. He can be a kind leader, after all - and there is a large part of him that would love to feel you tighten around him, drawing his out his orgasm.
“Bet you'd like that, hmm?” He questions, biting back a moan as he thrusts balls deep into your drippy cunt, grinding the hair at the base of his cock against your clit. His hands slide down to spread your lips so he can rut his pelvis against you. You moan out his title as you finally come undone, flooding him with your release. He fucks into you sloppily, strands of silky, black hair framing his face as he lets his head hang down. “It's an.., ah… honour to carry my child. Thank me for… for choosing you. Fuck… thank your master, little lamb.”
“Thank you.” You whine, back arching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the sensitivity causing tears to form in your eyes. You clench tighter around him, doing your best to milk his cock dry. “Thank you, Master.”
The words are enough to send him over the edge, his teeth clenching as he lets out a guttural moan, forcing himself right up against your cervix to ensure his cum stays deep inside of you. He lets out a shaky breath, doing his best to manoeuvre both of you into a lying position without pulling out.
He gently wipes a few tears that spill past your eyes with the pad of his thumb, pressing a kiss to your head. “Shh, little lamb. You'll be alright. I'll take care of you and my child. I promise.”
He had every intention of following through on his promise. He would not let harm come to his heir or wife, and he'd gladly kill anyone who attempted to disrespect you. You were his now, and he always protected what was his.
#suguru♡#jjk smut#jjk x reader#getou suguru x reader#getou suguru x y/n#geto x reader#geto smut#suguru x reader#suguru x you#suguru x y/n
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𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑
The Lamb is devoid of sin, full of purity and devotion to the Divine. So why is the Lamb always the one to die at the end?
ft. Yan Priest/Cult Leader x GN! Reader
content. Suggestive themes, Religious Imagery, Reader has Religious Trauma, Reader is Called "My Lamb", Reader is In A Cult, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Blood, Reader Dies at the End, General Yandere Themes, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
notes. Ummm Yikes bro this was kinda fun to write ngl. Anyway this is still like my second time writing Yandere but I didn't really push on the romance, more like I focused on the horror aspect of this. Anyway uhhh I am NOT catholic so please forgive me pookies I wrote this using my limited knowledge that I learned from a catholic school I attended when I was like in middle school.
The Lamb is a symbol of childlike innocence, of purity and selfless sacrifice.
You had heard these words whispered every time you stepped out of your small, cramped room as your savior smiled down at you and proclaimed those sacred words.
You were sacred, he told you.
A gift to the world, he told you.
The only good thing in this cruel, wretched place, he told you.
You clung onto his words like they were Divine Word. You clung onto him like he was Divine Word.
You wanted to retch, to slap your naive, innocent self as you looked into the mirror.
You were dressed like royalty, white silk covering your body and jewels of ruby draped around your neck like a noose. Gold bracelets decorated your arms, and you wonder if this is what listening to Divine Words–no, what listening to the words of a mad man brings you too.
“You look divine, my little lamb. Fit for the gods.”
You shake out of your stupor, eyes widening as your gaze meets black, lifeless eyes. Black eyes the color of nothingness. Black eyes the color of a starless sky.
You wonder if the Devil’s eyes are as black as his.
His steps are light, graceful and elegant as he makes his way towards you. His white hair-a stark contrast to his dark eyes, is braided, hanging loosely on his shoulder. His lips are curled, and he’s probably happy. No–of course he’s happy, he never looked as happy as he is today.
Cold fingers curl around your neck, and you can feel his lips next to your ear as he whispers, “White looks good on you, my lamb.”
“Don’t call me that.” Your fingers curl, halfmoon marks etched into your palm from digging your nails into the soft flesh. You want to claw his hand off your neck.
He doesn’t deign to give you a response, and you can feel his hands roaming downwards towards your chest, your stomach, lower and lower and you squeeze your eyes shut.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
The Ram is a symbol of sacrifice as well. But the Ram is not as sweet as a sheep. They do not represent innocence but violence. They represent not of sweet submission but of cruel rebellion.
You tried escaping once, when you realized that you were nothing but fodder for the Divine.
It was meaningless, sure. They were going to find you, take you away and strip the measly rights of freedom they had given you before.
But that didn’t matter when freedom was so close to becoming yours.
You had planned for your escape for days. As your captor smiled down at you with his lifeless eyes, proclaiming your sanctity, you drew up drafts of escape plans and dreamt of seeing the stars.
You were so, so naive.
“How careless of you, my lamb. Don’t you know what may have befallen you outside of this sacred ground?”
You glare up at him. “Nothing worse than being locked up here like an animal!” His eyes darken at those words, but he chooses silence as his weapon. Fine, you think bitterly. I don’t need his words anyway.
That night, your dreams of freedom crumbled like chalk.
He had taken you away to a more separate wing of the place he called a “church”, and had looked at you in a way a mother would look disapprovingly at a child.
“Atone, and maybe the Gods will cast their mercy onto you, my lamb.”
Fuck the Gods. If you ever came out of this place alive, you would make them beg for your mercy.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
They say that sacrifice is a symbolism for what life has to offer. About the sacredness of life. Of the sanctity of the divine. Of how little we all are compared to the world around us.
They had to drag you towards the altar as you kicked and screamed and shouted profanities.
You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. But it didn’t matter, did it? All that mattered was the word of the Divine, and your captor who looked down at you with a sort of giddy look in his eyes that made you wish you had sunk a dagger into your neck instead of giving him the sweet satisfaction of…this.
As you reached towards the altar, your captors hand reached to cup your chin, and you thrashed in his grip.
“Open your mouth.”
He didn’t even give you a moment for you to refuse before he pried your mouth open and made you choke on wine that looked too much for blood to your liking and stained your white clothing red in the process.
You didn’t want this. You never wanted this.
But when did your choice ever matter?
You think they drugged you. They probably did. As they lift you up to the altar, they’re cloaked silhouettes hiding their faces and humanity, you look up to your captor with pleading eyes.
His lifeless eyes meet yours.
And he grins like the Devil.
“You were always too pure for this world anyway, my lamb.” His voice is like silk, lulling you to sleep as his eyes never blink, never look away from yours.
“At least now you will be protected from the sin of this world. At least now, in the afterlife, you will be mine forever.”
You wonder if God deserted you just like you deserted him.
You wonder if God was ever there for you in the first place.
The tip of a blade pierces flesh, and you think dully if you're now actually free. If you can now look at the stars finally.
“You will never be free from me.”
#yandere male#yandere oc#yandere priest#yandere cult#yandere male x reader#yandere male x you#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc x y/n#yandere oc x you#yandere male x y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere priest x you#yandere imagines#yandere drabble#❛❛𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.𝐎𝐅.𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋.𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄—ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹❞#um ehe
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Can I request a oneshot with Leshy from Cult of the Lamb and this child follower who just follows him eVeRyWhErE, and after getting mad at the child he's just like, 'yo heket I have a kid' and he's unbelievably chill about it after that and eventually just brings the kid with him instead of the child stalking him. (And platonically because I'm not that kind of weird--)
If you don't write for platonics or just don't want to write this please ignore-- have a wonderful timezone!
Awe this is such a cute idea!! Also for the child follower y/n I decided to make Lamb their parent (I'll leave the other parent up to interpretation).
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"Lesh!"
"Augh!! Lamb's little brat...how dare you stand in my way?! I could have tripped over you and spilled all these beetroots!"
"Sorry. I thought you'd wanna play tag..."
"Tag? No, thank you. I feel as though I'd be at a great disadvantage. Why don't you go find somebody else to play with? Perhaps someone who still has their sight."
"Okaaaay!"
"Good. Now away with you." Shooing you off, Leshy heard your hoof-steps running away from him. As he put the vegetables into the farming station's chest, he growled in irritation upon hearing Lamb's annoying bleating, as well as your own as you greeted them.
If only he could roll his nonexistent eyes...
For the Red Crown's vessel to marry their most devoted follower was one thing...but to have a child with them, too??
That's something he didn't expect when he first arrived into the cult. It probably wouldn't have bothered him so much if you weren't half-sheep and chose to annoy him in particular.
He's not sure how much time had passed between your birth and Lamb "saving" him and his siblings from purgatory...but you've grown into quite the irritable spawn.
You only proved his point when you returned a few minutes later, and he slammed the chest closed, making you stop in your tracks.
"The clopping of your hooves gives me a headache sometimes..what is it now?"
"Lammy asked me to ask you if um...you could lead the harvest ritual this evening?" You smiled up at him, oblivious to his attitude and snappy words.
".....they couldn't just ask me themselves??!" He groaned. "Fine. Tell them I will begin it at sundown. And I'm not waiting for everyone. If they're late, oh well."
"Will do! Thank you, Lesh!!"
The green bushworm huffed and tried going back to his work, only to become startled when you rammed into him, hugging his torso tightly. It made him tense up as he hissed angrily at you. "Don't touch!!!"
You let him go, confused. "Why?"
"Because....!!!" Leshy paused, having remembered that Lamb was likely close by, watching him. So he took a moment to think of another excuse. "...because..you may get ichor in your wool. We bishops haven't fully healed yet..so you may get sick."
"Ohhhhh, I see it. Sorry, Lesh! I'll be more careful next time!"
Nodding, he heard you leave to tell your parent what he said, and he was convinced you were officially gone for good this time.
Then his ears picked up the sound of a wheezy chuckle.
"I hear you, sister..."
"Brother...is...warming up....to them.." Heket teased as she approached her younger brother, nudging his elbow playfully.
"As if! I only put on the act because Lamb's around." He scoffed, shaking his head. "They won't hesitate to make me relive my death again if I do anything to upset their little spawn.."
"Hm..good...luck. I'm...hungry...bye...." The red frog decided to leave him alone and head to the kitchen station.
And for a while, Leshy was able to finish his tasks at the farm without any disturbances. But just as he brushed the dirt off his hands and was ready to eat, too, he overheard Lamb talking with a random follower who hollered their name from across the base.
They spoke of having trouble confessing to someone they liked...so they wanted their leader to get flowers from his realm as a "gift" for this crush of theirs.
He thought it was outrageous.
'Does nobody here want to lift a finger anymore?! Or maybe..they're just too scared to enter my realm...so it must be doing well even without me to rule it. But if Lamb's going there, then.....no...would they..?'
It suddenly dawned on Leshy, and he scratched his bandages, finally remembering something that has been weighing heavily on his mind:
A relic.
Specifically a piece of him that was lost to the woods.
He remembers commanding the worms to hide it for him so none of his devotees tried to seize its power for themselves.
For as long as he's been in Lamb's cult, he learned they were an excellent scavenger--willing to retrieve bundles of silk or crystals for their more artsy followers, and even mushrooms for those who were "curious" about them.
They've reunited friends and siblings...even the ones who killed their entire species.
Surely, he could ask them about it.
It wouldn't hurt to try, right?
After the follower left, Leshy walked over to you and Lamb, ignoring your greeting of excitement when he arrived, as well as him making no effort to stop you from playing with his tail. It just swished around, and you kept jumping over it like some rope.
"Lamb. Just so we're clear..this is not a favor, I do not need your charity." He warned.
"...okay? What is it?" They tilted their head, closing their doctrine book.
"Well...when dear brother Narinder struck us in his fury, my eyes were torn from the socket. One was salvaged, and hidden in the tangled Darkwood. I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast..."
He took a pause, before sighing. "You have navigated my realm once before, do so again and recover my eye. Perhaps we can...make an arrangement."
As expected, Lamb was adamant. "Why should I find something that your "dear brother" took? Why don't you ask him since it's his fault? Or maybe you can go find it yourself?"
"You know I can't. If he goes, he'll lie and claim it's gone forever. If I go, all of Darkwood will be out for my head!" He huffed. "I thought it was your duty to cater to your followers' needs. You've never sent one back into the maw of Silk Cradle to find their lost brother, even though it's their fault for-"
"That's different, Leshy. You don't get to group yourself with them just yet." They warned, scowling at him. "They don't know these realms like you do. They have good hearts, led astray by your hubris and corruption. You were a rotten bishop who ruined their lives..ruined my life...and on that note, you've shown my child nothing but disrespect since the moment you arrived."
At the mention of you, you stopped playing around and frowned. "Lammy-"
"Disrespect?! They've been following me nonstop and disrupting my work!!" He exploded. "But of course you'll never believe me because they're such a "perfect little angel" in your eyes-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, WRETCHED WORM!!!"
Suddenly, Leshy felt his throat tightening up as his feet were lifted off the ground. And he coughed, clasping his hands around his neck as he realized what was happening to him:
Lamb was strangling him.
And there's no way for him to fight the invisible force that kept crushing his windpipe. He could only gag and beg for mercy, becoming panicked quickly as the ichor dripped down his face faster.
Why did this feel more agonizing than the sharp blades that sliced and diced into him dozens of times?
"Never forget the god who usurped you and granted vermin like you the blessing of redemption.." The sheep snarled, eyes glowing red with rage, sharp teeth bared as they watched the bushworm writhe. "Speak illy of my child again, and I will-"
"Lammy, stop it!! You're hurting him!"
They felt a tug on their cloak and looked at you, having forgotten that you've been standing there the entire time. A look of horror flashed in their eyes as they quickly set Leshy down, allowing him to catch his breath.
"Oh no..I...forgive me, my dear." Embracing you, they gave you a tiny smile after their demonic features disappeared. "I-I didn't mean to make you see that, but...you must understand why I did it, right? He was being very rude and unkind to-"
"He didn't mean it." You pouted, although you did hug them back. "Will you find his eye?"
Leshy glanced up in bewilderment.
Did he hear you correctly?
Lamb was just as stunned that you were taking his side, blinking. "But [y/n]-"
"No! You have to find it, Lammy! He's only grouchy because he doesn't have his missing eye." Your gaze went to the bushworm. "I bet if you find it for him, he'll feel better!"
"...I suppose you're right about that." They sighed in defeat, standing up and turning to him. "You are fortunate that my child has such a forgiving heart, so...I will search for your eye when I have the time. But remember that I'm doing this for them, not for you."
Leshy just nodded in understanding, awkwardly scratching his bandages as he heard hoof steps walking away from him. Yet he was too afraid of moving from his kneeling position.
"It's okay. It's just me, Lesh."
Feeling your smaller hands take his own, his shoulders relaxed a little as you brushed some of the ichor off his face with a cloth you found. "Don't cry, it's okay now."
"I-I..had it coming." He finally found his voice, still shaken up over the altercation. "It's my fault. I was the one acting more childish than you..and I owe you an apology for-"
"No, Lammy should be sorry." You frowned and hugged him. "I don't like it when they do that. You're right..they should help everyone here. Even you."
This time he didn't push you away and instead wrapped his arms around you, feeling the wool on top of your head and the nubs that would soon sprout into horns.
Lamb was right.
He felt blessed to have your forgiveness...or else he surely would have met a grim demise.
Maybe you weren't as annoying as he previously thought.
"..thank you, [y/n], for standing by me. Will you...let me know when your parent returns with my eye?" He hesitated to ask.
Yet you immediately answered with enthusiasm.
"Of course!"
..........
"Sister! My child's green thumb continues to flourish!"
"....you....have...child...?"
"Over there!"
"...Lamb's....spawn-?"
"No, no! That is [y/n]!" Leshy huffed, shaking his head as he heard you rapidly approaching. Then he crouched down with a smile, keeping his arms open so you could rush into them. "How are you today?"
"Great, Lesh!!" You giggled as he picked you up, although he sensed that you put something on his head. "It's a camelia crown. The most beautiful ones I could find! I feel sad you can't see it, though..."
"That is alright, little one. I still remember their colors and radiance.." His claws reached up to gently brush the petals, humming with nostalgia. "Its fragrance remains constant..so I know it's always here with me. Thank you."
Looking at Heket, you giggled again as you saw that her extra pair of eyes were now open, wide with disbelief at her brother's sudden change of heart. "Hek-Hek! I didn't know you had four eyes!"
"...what did...you do...to...brother?" She squinted in suspicion.
"Well, umm..I-" You stammered, trying to explain yourself.
"They insisted that Lamb recovered my eye." Leshy was quick to explain, setting you down on the ground. "At first they refused and got irrationally angry with me for "insulting" their child. But [y/n] spoke up in my defense and...their "Lammy" listened and retrieved it this morning. Looks like it was in one of Chemach's lairs, but I let them keep it."
"Huh.....why..?"
"It's more useful to them as a relic. It's not like I can reattach my own eye and see out of it again, but I find peace knowing it's here."
"...good...point..." Heket paused, before touching her own throat and thinking for a few moments. "Would...Lamb....find....it for..me...?"
"A throat sac? Hmm..you can certainly try, sister."
Nodding in understanding, she turned and walked away, eager to ask Lamb if they were willing to recover what she had lost within Anura.
Once she was gone, you tapped Leshy on the arm. "Can you help me get the fertilizer for the plants? It's....kinda icky and really smelly."
He smiled as well, patting the top of your head. "Of course, little one. You can leave all the "icky" work to me."
And with that, you both set off to the farming plot, with him not being bothered by your presence anymore.
#hope you have a wonderful timezone too!!#clanask#anonymous#cult of the lamb x reader#cotl x reader#follower leshy#child reader#platonic
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So, I’ve though about it more, and so far it’s the leave scene. Came up with two ways Narinder’s Snap could work: CALM and BOLT.
CALM
In this scenario of his SNAP, I would think of it as a slow turn towards the cult members and start walking out the temple.He would then begin to remove all the jewelry, flowers, head dress, veil, and the ornate robes down the aisle piece by piece. The cult is confused as to what is happening and begin to stand, the lamb is confused as to why Narinder is leaving and begins to follow him out onto the grounds. Lamb would start questioning as to where do they think he’s going, and either Narinder stays silent and keeps walking, or just plainly tells them that he would rather be free of the lamb than be jailed to a new golden cage and disappears from the grounds into the wilderness.
I would expect the whole cult to witness this interaction following their leader out of the temple. I would also think that there are the members that know the nature of Narinder since witnessing the final battle to be so spiteful to bring some of their opinions out into the open then and there. Could have some of them be interested that now they have a chance with the lamb with the object of their affection and devotion has rejected them.
BOLT
As the name suggests BOLT is what happens. The fight or flight to get away kicks in. Maybe the lamb predicted that Narinder would do something towards them, but not like this. The adrenaline is pumping and the cult audience is getting a bit too close to the couple up at the alter. Next thing we know Narinder is running towards the entrance to the temple. The cult is trying to keep Narinder from escaping, they pull and grab like souls in the Styx river as they try and drag him back. Narinder would claw attack his assailants trying to get away, the garments and ornaments are ripped, tossed, and destroyed in the attempt of escaping. A wild beast he has resorted to. Tearing through the cult grounds and destroying all obstacles in the way. Maybe grabs a weapon on the way out in case someone goes for another grab. At the entrance to the grounds there would be a final confrontation between Narinder and the lamb before dipping out.
“I knew you were gonna pull something on me, but I didn’t expect this.” “ Leave me alone! Haven’t you done enough to me as is?! What is it that you want from me now? You taken my crown, my domain, the cult I told you to build for me and now what. Ownership of me? This body? Am I to become just a plaything that you get to boss around?” “That’s not-” “ Enough! I will not listen to you anymore. I’ve listened to you for too long and still you think after this betrayal that I would continue to listen. You will not become my new jailer, nor will I be bound to invisible chains you so want to put on me in this golden prison!” — something like that I guess. *shrugs*
I’m gonna go back to daydreaming now.
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for your next music recs post i got a few:
1. “rabbit heart (raise it up)” by florence + the machine is a good one for rainhaze imo. it might work a little better if he was a girl just bc the singer refers to herself as such in the song but other than that it’s a pretty good fit
for the next two, i remember someone tried to recommend an ethel cain song for corm that ended up not being a good fit, BUT i feel like her music in general does match up with the vibes so here’s a couple songs off that same album (preacher’s daughter, def give it a listen if you get the chance) that i feel would fit:
2. “thoroughfare” would be a good one for hush puppy, wild rose, or even slugpelt depending on the context you take it in; lyrically it’s about a girl who falls in love with a smooth-talking guy and they plan to go on the run together. however, if you take it in the greater context of the album (bc it’s a concept album), the guy later turns out to be a serial killer/cult leader sooo you can imagine how that turns out
3. “ptolemaea,” which is a couple songs after the previous one, and sort of serves as the climax of the album; while i’m not sure if there’s a specific character it fits, it ABSOLUTELY fits the overall mood/themes of the story. i wish there was more i could say about it, but this is one of those songs where it’s best if you go in blind. trust me
Eh, I never care too much about the gender of lyrics unless it's actually relevant to the character's meaning. I like it with Redpelt, too, though! Since Rainhaze and Redpelt did have a relationship to each other, maybe they can both be singing the song.
"Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice" (Redpelt)
"This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight" (Rainhaze)
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2. I did listen to a bit of the Ethel Cain album, though it's not really my taste.
The specific song sounds really great to work with Wild Rose, in the context of the rest of the album. I have described her as a character with wanderlust before, so I imagine she'd want to leave Defiance with Deepdark.
"I met you there in Texas, somewhere on the thoroughfare
On the side of the road in some torn up clothes with a pistol in my pocket
I didn't trust no one but you said, "Baby, don't run, I'll take you anywhere"
"And then you turned to me and stared into me deep
And said, "Well, maybe not, 'cause look at what I've got
You might not be my love, but baby, I doubt it"
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3. Oh, what an intersting song this is. If I had to assign a character to it I'd say Deepdark, with certain other lyrics in the song as victims of his throughout the years. Specifically the phrasing of "I am the white light" and "[the] wolf, crawling to thee" are very relevant to some imagery surrounding him.
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Good old The Moss! I like this song.
"Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few
From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe
Or the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soup
Or the man who drank too much and he got the brewers' droop"
"Come listen, all ye fair maids, to how the moral goes
Nobody knew and nobody knows"
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If that song's not on Rainhaze Hell, it prolly should be. He's got a couple of NIN there already I believe. Any angry, edgy, upset song is very Rainhaze. I like the motif of the days feeling like a constant endless drag in this one.
"I think I used to have a purpose
Then again, that might have been a dream"
"I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes, I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend"
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Never Love an Anchor is actually Slugpelt's theme song, which you can find on the official PATFW playlist! It fits her terribly well.
I could see I Bet on Losing Dogs as a representation of her and Cashew's relationship, where she's continually convincing herself that he'll stay despite knowing in her heart he won't.
"Will you let me, baby, lose
On losing dogs
I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place"
"My baby, my baby
You're my baby, say it to me
Baby, my baby
Tell your baby that I'm your baby"
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Aw, yeah, good call.
"If the rashes sprang to life, would you just let me down?
Would you leave those kids again and kick 'em outta town?
I guess we'll never know, I'll just be here wondering
What made you choose to go? The day you went down to Mexico"
"Now there's time to mend, every broken heart that you left
In your gust of wind, no more little ghost I keep around"
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Weak Form
Content warning for temporary character death, murder, and stabbing.
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This weak form’s constant need for regular sleep was one of many things wrong with it. Being unaware of the world for hours on end with at most a barely remembered dream to show for it the next day was an utter waste of time. Not that Narinder had much to do anyway, he was thoroughly stuck like this for now, so he wasn’t missing much. But still, it was the principle of the matter.
Though, maybe taking a break from this awful reality he was stuck in wasn’t so bad. It was starting to grow on him a little. And so, upon reaching his assigned shelter, he only glared at his cot for a few seconds before settling onto it.
Before he could do more than sit though, a knock came on the door frame. With a barely restrained groan, he stood up again. “Who is it and what do you want?”
Apparently taking that as an invitation, his visitor pulled aside the curtain and stepped in. The newest member of the cult, joined only a few days ago, a pink bunny with large fuzzy ears. What their name was, Narinder couldn’t remember as he never paid much attention to the goings on of the other cult members.
Holding one paw behind their back, they stepped closer to speak in an almost whisper. “I heard you used to be a god. Is that true?”
“Yes.” Everyone knew but few cared because right from the start Lamb had positioned themself as the cult’s head, barely mentioning him at all. Meaning they’d planned to betray him from the start. After everything he’d done for them too. Not that he could exactly blame them, he’d have likely done the same in such a position, few wouldn’t.
Despite having their question answered, the bunny took another step closer, putting them uncomfortably close to Narinder. He wasn’t going to take a step back though and instead squared his shoulders and tilted his head back to glare down at them as best he could when their heights were so near to being the same – another horrid thing about his new form was how dreadfully small it was.
They didn’t seem to notice nor care about his attempt at looking intimidating. “How does one become a god?”
“There are a few ways. None of them are attainable by you though so I suggest you drop this idea. Our Leader might not like it if they ever found out about it.” Though, given their penchant for mercy, their chosen form of punishment might not be sufficient to deter it much.
“I heard that killing a god is way one to do it. Is that true?”
“Sometimes. Why? Are you planning to kill Lamb?” Narinder couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. If, even when at their weakest post having the Red Crown granted to them, Leshy hadn’t been able to kill them, what hope did this fellow have? “Good luck with that. I won’t assist so don’t even ask.” That had to be why they’d come to him, right? They assumed he’d be out for vengeance and thus would be willing to help with such a scheme. No doubt they intended to betray him as well to ensure they got all the power.
“Maybe one day I’ll be able to. Gotta start small though, right? So…” They lunged, pulling their hand out from behind their back, revealing that it held a large dagger. Its edge gleamed faintly in the dim candle light a moment before it was plunged into Narinder’s shoulder. That had been aimed for his chest but he’d moved just in time.
It hurt like a bitch though as Narinder jerked back with a sharp intact of breath. Warm blood oozed out of the wound, matting his fur and making his shirt stick to him. How dare anyone try such a thing!? Didn’t they know who he was? He was going make them pay for that!
Except the bunny only paused a moment to take in the fact that they’d missed before lunging towards him again. Even more prepared this time there wasn’t much he could do except catch their wrist with his good hand, the other arm sent a sharp wave of pain through his shoulder when he tried to move it. He stumbled back, smashing into the shelter’s wall, sending another bolt of pain through his shoulder that almost sent him to his knees.
His magic was gone, his strength reduce to almost nothing. He was helpless, utterly helpless. He growled and hissed, digging his claws into the bunny’s wrist and he tried to twist the knife out of it. But one handed against their two, he stood no chance. They pulled back, yanking out of his grip.
Their leg swept in, knocking against his ankles and breaking his already unsteady stance. He fell, landing on his injured shoulder, sending a fresh stab of pain through it. Which he didn’t have time to recover from before they were on top of him, straddling him and pressing him down so they could plunge the knife into his abdomen, just below his ribs. Without missing a beat, they yanked it down his front as far as they could make it go. He screamed as he tried to pull or turn away. But there was no escape.
“Yes, yes. If nothing else this is good practice, right?” The bunny’s voice sounded distant under the ringing in Narinder’s ears. “And killing a former god is a good start to killing an actual god. Hopefully whatever little power you have left will be mine now though.”
Every breath was agony and yet Narinder’s weak, pathetic body was desperate for air. Leaving him panting as he tried to move away but their weight as they straddled him was too much.
“I guess I should probably put you out of your misery, huh? Before someone passes by and hears you whimpering like this.”
Narinder was not whimpering! If he was going to die he was going to do so with dignity! …. But he was though, huh? It hurt too much not to. He bit back on it, biting his tongue hard enough to flood his mouth with his own blood; that pain was nothing compared to the horrid throbbing wrongness in his abdomen.
“Fuck you,” he managed as they hovered the knife over his heart.
They only chuckled, almost gleefully before thrusting the knife in. A sharp burst of pain that thankfully lasted only a second or two. As it quickly faded, everything else did too.
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White void and calm nothingness. He was only barely aware of himself and his thoughts as he floated. It was nice actually, peaceful. He could get used to this. And eventually he would lose himself entirely. Which would be even...
Something grabbed him, pulling him up and out of that sweet calmness. … Lamb. The more he came back to himself, the more he recognized the feel of their mind. Also, they were the god of death now and thus it could only be them. Was this what they had felt every time he’d brought them back to life?
Suddenly he had physical form again. The world around him was bright and loud, his first renewed breath sweet but almost overwhelming in his lungs. He shuddered as he landed on his feet. Closing his eyes, he pressed his ears back, taking a few seconds to steady himself before opening them again.
Naturally, he was in the church. The rest of the cult surrounded him with Lamb presiding over them all at the podium. He looked around, turning in a circle… his killer was not present. Lucky for them… and possibly for himself since he wasn’t sure what he’d do when confronted with them again.
He waited until Lamb dismissed everyone with a wave of their paw and everyone had left before stepping up to them as they descended from the podium. Before he could say whatever it was he was going to say – he had no idea only that one should probably say something after being brought back to life– they spoke up instead. “I apologize for accidentally letting a murderer get into the commune. That should never have happened.”
“It has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to apologize for it.”
“Oh, but I do because you’re important to me. And after being chained for so long, you deserve some freedom the chance to enjoy life. Getting brutally murdered in a place you’re supposed to feel safe goes against that.”
Not sure how feel about those words or even how to respond, Narinder changed the topic “And my attacker? You know who did it?”
“Yep. They’re in jail right now. I have not yet decided what their punishment should be. This is the first time I’ve had to imprison someone for murder.”
“You should execute them. They intend to kill you. They wish to take your place and become a god themself. And in the future, you should be more careful about who you let live in the commune. As word gets out about you and how you usurped not only me but all of the Bishops, many more will feel empowered to try do the same to you.”
That gave Lamb pause for a couple seconds. “I… hadn’t considered that but I suppose you’re right. Thank you for the warning. I will also do better to protect you since many, as proven by this incident, will likely see you as a potential target as well.”
Narinder took a breath to decline – he didn’t need nor want their protection – but… he was weak and the thought of possibly dying in such a way ever again made him feel almost like he was going to throw up. He’d much rather submit to their protection. So… “Thank you.”
“Who knew being a god could be so hard?”
“It is not all fun and games.” In fact, it was rife with betrayals and hardships.
They smiled at him again before nodding. “Well come on then. Let’s go figure out a proper punishment for murder in this new land of mine. I will try not to be too biased towards blind vengeance.” Ah yes, that good ol’ mercy of theirs coming into play. Though maybe, mercy wasn’t so bad. Perhaps it would even make for a better world, one with less betrayals and needless deaths. Only time would tell and Narinder intended to be here to find out. He may no longer be a god but at least he was favored by the new god of death, a good thing to be if nothing else.
#cult of the lamb#the one who waits#narinder#temporary character death#injury#the lamb#halloween 2022
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Cult of the Lamb AU
"Lasting Wounds"
The lamb was doing it's best to dodge the Bishop's attacks, narrowly dodging every time the earth worm threw the glowing blue projectiles. The vessel of the Red Crown noticed the Bishop jumping under the ground, but too late to be able to dodge entirely. As the worm jumped back up the Lamb's left eye was caught on a spike, a yell of pain escaping it as it fell to the ground, the chaotic Bishop using this chance to finish the battle.
When the Lamb returned to its cult using the old stone pentagram it wasn't expecting to continue to have a lack of sight on it's left side. It stumbled down the stairs, moving to the nearest reflextive surface, which was a pond. It stared into the water, breathing shaky as they saw its left eye was still missing. Weren't the wounds supposed to dissapear after a death? It sighed, taking deep breaths as it headed towards the med bay, seeing as that was where the bandages were kept.
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The next day the lamb could hear whispers from its followers, most likely due to nervousness from the fact their dear leader was bandaged up. As the lamb stood up behind the stand in the temple, it took a breath before holding a sermon, trying to make sure the followers felt safe. It decided to also hold a vacation day, letting its followers rest until the next day. It collected the devotion from the statue in the middle of the cult before heading to Spore Grotto. Seeing the mushroom loving ant would be a nice break after this.
As Lamb walked into the mushroom covered grotto, it looked around in confusion as the normal mushroom followers that were wandering around were now missing. It shrugged that off, heading to the ant's 'layer'.
"Hello? Sozo?"
Lamb looked around before noticing the ant on the ground, it's breathing becoming shaky as it noticed the mushroom split in half and the flies around Sozo's body. The lamb ran over to the ant, shaking him and trying to get a reply for a few minutes before finally accepting that Sozo was gone. It began to sob, as the ant was one of the only people it knew it could trust.
As the sun began to set, Lamb finally headed back to the cult, still narrowly avoiding things with its newfound lack of depth perception. When it arrived, all the followers were already fast asleep. It sighed, turning and following the arrows past the moss covered pentagram, going around the statue of the crown now on it's head towards the land of the Bishop Leshy. This run it was given a axe and a ice curse to work with, destroying the stone that talked about what would happen to whoever didn't follow the Old Faith.
As the lamb moved past each room, getting used to fighting without its eye, it was thinking about what might have caused this wound to not heal. Maybe it was the fact a bishop caused it, or maybe the crown was weakening? Anything the lamb thought of, it didn't like what the possibility was.
It soon arrived to where the Bishop was waiting, ready to try for a second time to finish off the first bishop to please The One Who Waits. Lamb made the first move, slashing at Leshy with more speed and strength than would be expected with the lamb's size. The bishop was taken aback for a moment before attacking back, going underground and moving in a diagonal line. The lamb first dealt with the enemies littered around the battle field, before turning it's focus to the earth worm. It quickly slashed at the towering being, being careful to quickly dodge any projectiles that came its way, a few still hitting it due to its blind spot.
After a long battle, and quite a few new wounds gained, the lamb had the bishops heart. It headed through the portal, being greeted by the imprisioned god, who laughed at how easily the bishop was defeated before sending the lamb on its way to its cult. The lamb was tired, but glad to see followers around the pentagram when it returned, cheering at the fact that the first bishop was dead. The lamb quickly ordered the trophey for defeating Leshy to be built, having it placed in the top right corner of the cult's land.
The next day, the lamb went into Anura and dealt with the first follower-now-monster created by the frog Bishop. After recruiting the defeated follower the lamb returned home, deciding to rest up before taking on the next boss. It stared at the heart that was taken from the chaotic bishop, wondering what it could possibly do with the somehow still-beating heart before placing it back into the chest where it had been hidden, leaving the area and heading to where the trophey was.
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Lamb admired the handy work of its followers, the flowers from Darkwood now attached to the ex-bishop's crown, which blankly stared at the vessel. The lamb sighed, sitting down and just thinking. It didn't want to go back into Darkwood anytime soon, but knew one of its followers would eventually ask for some of the Camilas fresh from the overcrowded forest. It just hoped that it wouldn't be requested of it in the next few days.
After the sun rose and all the cultists woke up, the lamb fed them vegtable dishes and dishes made out of the small bits of meat gained from the pests that visited the cult at night. After doing that and holding yet another sermon, the lamb headed back into Anura, repeating the process of fighting enemies, collecting loot, encountering Bishop Heket, fighting a miniboss, and then heading back to the cult twice, which lead the lamb into the next day. This meant it got a late start on feeding its followers, which was especially important after the frog made two of the followers starve. The lamb was exhausted, using one of the unused beds for followers after indoctrinating the 5 new followers it had gained from the 3 trips to Anura. The lamb was pleasantly surprised to not have died at all throughout that, but knew that its luck had likely run out by now.
As Lamb drifted off, he thought about the god's response to Leshy's death. He didn't seem remorseful at all that his own brother had died. Would he be like this with all the Bishops? Lamb wouldn't be surprised if he was cold to Heket and even Kallamar's death, despite them being siblings, but it was doubtful that The One Who Waits wouldn't be at least a small bit sad for Shamura, who the lamb knew Narinder was quite close with before his imprisionment. With these thoughts, the lamb fell asleep.
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The next day the lamb decided to take off from fighting, collecting the devotion from the statue before heading to Pillgram's Passage, visiting the Lighthouse Keeper before going fishing. It had found most of what the Fisherman had asked for, asides from the Squid, so it was hopeful to find that in the waters soon. It kept catching swordfish and salmon, which weren't all that useful aside from the fact that they could be sold to Narinder for a bit of money.
The lamb fished late into the night, finally returning to the cult as the new day broke. It managed to return right before the followers got up, quickly beginning to prepare food using the fish it had gained. It took a bit, but the lamb had soon gotten everyone fed and headed into Anura, not quite ready to face off against Heket after what happened the first time it tried to kill one of the Bishops.
When entering the mushroom ridden place, the lamb decided to take off the bandages covering its eye, too let the frog see what her brother had done to it. Lamb knew she wouldn't care at all, but it still removed the bandages, carelessly discarding them off to the side as it picked up the small dagger and the curse given to it for this attempt.
The lamb got through the first area surprisingly quick, slashing at enemies as fast as it could. The curse was also helpful, as it poisoned enemies which killed them quicker. The next area was one where Ratoo resided, letting the lamb heal up and take a quick break. After that the rest of the areas were battles, the lamb only getting moments of rest after killing off all the enemies in a 'room'. Lamb was glad to get healed occasionally from the chests, as the enemies in Anura were awfully hard to avoid, seeing as they were fast and some were literally armies of bugs which chased around the lamb whereever it went. The lamb was exausted as it reached where Heket was waiting, followers surrounding her as she gave a quick speech. After said speech her followers sacrificed themselves for her, as Leshy's did before he was killed. Thus, the fight began.
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I hope you enjoyed this small bit of writing for my AU. I will eventually write more if it is requested, but currently I am trying to make an rp blog for this AU. Once it is done I will write a bit more for the AU.
Currently, I am looking for some feedback about this writing, so if you are willing to give some please do.
And yes, I just named the lamb Lamb instead of anything else. I couldn't exactly come up with any more creative names so..
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Conflict of interest 1 🟢
*swearing*
Noelia walked into the room where Bishop Leshy was. It was quiet, and quite humid. Seeing the monsters crawl on the walls was unsettling. No guards, no followers, no nothing. Leshy moves in the darkness
“Something moved”
“Don’t be startled, Grip me tightly!”
Hades said. She grips the hilt of the sword tightly. Now she can see the silhouette of Leshy. She shivered
“Little lamb, you finally came to me.”
Leshy towered over the little lamb. She stared at him, wide eyed. His eye was bandaged, still bleeding after millennia of treatment.
“Even with HIS power, you are no match for me…many have come and have fallen before you… and you will as well! come, let us end this quickly. “
This fight was nothing like the smaller worms, he looked absolutely threatening. And he hits hard. Even without his appendages, he is a threat to behold.
‘Sheesh! No wonder many fell to him so easily! He ain’t nothing to sneeze at!’
She thought. Still gripping Hades tightly.
“You dare join HIS side?!? The side of the traitor we locked away?!? You deserve to die a painful death like the others!”
As she evaded his attacks, her mind wandered. What other poor lambs were caught in the same position as she was? Men, women, maybe even children? Why were WE involved?!? WHY US?!?
Leshy got a good hit in before she was flung across the room, hitting an enemy and losing Hades. Hades transformed back to his hat
“Lamb! Over here!”
Before she could get up, her leg was grabbed and she was flung towards the ceiling twice, she laid there limp.
“And such, the last one falls-“
Not realizing the ceiling was coming apart. Leshy gets out of the way, while Hades grabbed Noelia.
“Get up lamb! You have a job to do!”
“Hurry up and fight!”
“Worthless! All you lambs are worthless! You are the lamb of prophecy and THIS is what you do? Just to die here”
Surprisingly, Noelia gets up, but instead of picking up Hades, she picks up a stick in the opposite direction.
“That’s more like it, now fight-“
THWACK!
“Ow! What the-“
CRACK!
“Ow! Stop!”
“ILL FIGHT YOU! HOWS THAT?!?!”
Leshy stood there, kinda in shock at what he is seeing. The lamb picked up a stick and just started beating up Red crown. Leshy was, actually amused.
“Well, this is quite the outcome. Beat him lamb, beat him within an inch of his life!”
Leshy cheered her on as she got angrier with the hat
“I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS!”
“I don’t care if you did!”
Despite Leshy being impressed with the stick beating from noelle AND the fact that this vessel had some sense to retaliate, the bickering began to get sad at this point. Leshy pounded on the wall.
“Well, this is just getting sad then. Tell you what lamb, leave this place, and I will spare your life”
Noelia, with a black eye, turns to leave. Red crown was pissed
“You’re just going to leave? Do you have no morals?!?”
Noelia looked back at him with pure distaste, and disgust
“Your asking ME if I have morals?!? This is not my fight! It never was! YOU can fight him. I’m going home”
She said. Leshy looked at the red crown.
“For once I agree with the lamb, this isn’t her fight…it never was. I don’t suppose you will fight me without a vessel, Red crown. I could always just crush you where you stand…after all…it would be nice to bring you to my dear Shamura. I’m sure he’d love to turn you into a statue for his desk”
Knowing that he’d be outnumbered, he retreats to find Noelia.
“The Bitch…”
Hades muttered under his breath. He ended up returning to the camp, only to realize that the camp was strangely deserted. He floated everywhere, but couldn’t find anyone around.
“The temple, it’s mass time anyway”
He perked in and saw the few people in her cult, patching her up.
“It’s okay dear leader, you’ll get them next time!”
“It’s so strange for the red crown to just leave you like that. What an awful companion”
They whispered. Noelia shook her head
“I’m not proud of my behavior either, so we’re both even. Oww…”
She said. One of the subjects, a cow looked upon her.
“Will HE get mad? He won’t kill you, will he?”
“If he does, who cares…if he doesn’t, I don’t care…”
Finally, one of them spoke up, the Cow did
“I care!”
They said. Looking into the eyes of their leader. It seemed like the sentiment was shared with everyone else.
“You rescued me from great peril, so I care 💯 if you die! Please don’t die!”
“Please take care of yourself as you did for us!”
“Promise us!”
They said, they were almost sobbing. Noelia realized that the Church of Hope, really does depend on not just her, but her followers. Almost like a big family. Noelle, gets up all patched up.
“The Church of hope depends on the Faith and Hope of its people. Where there is Faith, there is Hope and where there is Hope, there is Strong faith”
She said. One of the followers said this:
“If anyone says that it is hopeless, we should say ‘we don’t speak those words in the Church of Hope. There is always hope for tomorrow! The good guys always come out on top!’ “
Noelia, after all of that, finally smiled. Her followers smirked and smiled back.
She then looked out the window. Seeing Hades.
“Thank you everyone, but I’m afraid I need you all to head back to your chores. Hades has returned.”
They all left, one follower leaving the door open so that Hades can fly in. He doesn’t say anything.
“Fine. I’ll speak first-“
“THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD BE SAYING AND DOING IS GROVELING AT MY FEET FOR FORGIVENESS! I am an entity of the one who waits and I will NOT be treated like that”
“Then leave”
“Where did you get this level of disrespect from? In front of the one who waits you acted like a scared little lamb, but for me you are this bratty little Bitch!”
“Oh really? Then kill me then! I didn’t ask to be reborn a slave to the one who waits! I DIDNT ASK TO HAVE MY LOVED ONES KILLED IN A MEANINGLESS QUARREL! I’m atheist for gods sake!”
“And I didn’t ask to assist you!”
“THEN DONT!”
“YOU KNOW THAT IS NOT AN OPTION!”
“I didn’t want to kill anyone, I can care less about the one who waits and his problems! The bishops sealed him away? Good! But how because of HIS PROPHECY, my whole species was wiped out! He didn’t even ask me how i felt, I was just sent to do his bidding! I didn’t even get to meet my family! All dead because of HIM”
Noelia , in tears points to the altar, Hades can see the portal open up. HE is listening now. A tentacle quietly creeps towards her.
“So why should I WILLINGLY agree to this? No, I refuse! I won’t do it! He has nothing to hurt me over, I don’t even want to run an evil and despicable cult just for someone to rule the world. So just kill me!”
~if that’s what you want~
The tentacle grabbed her tightly and sucked her into the portal. Hades looked on.
“Hope you got what you deserved, Bitch”
He said. Then he sat on the alter.
“The one who waits will have to pick someone else to do his bidding from now on, I wonder who he will pick”
He said. Noelia was sucked into the dense underworld that is HIS domain, a terrifying domain in itself. When she is brought to the domain, she doesn’t scream or yell for mercy. She is eerily quiet. Too quiet.
“What is this? You don’t fear me lamb?”
“Just kill me and get it over with”
“No, it’s too much fun to watch you and red crown fight. You both being miserable was quite humerous.”
Noelia’s face did not change.
“Ah, do not fret, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. But you have too much promise my dear…but I believe an explanation will help you rekindle that faith you have in me”
He begins. It’s a lot of things
“-The bishops saw my incredulous power that they were afraid of it, including the highest Bishop, Shamura. They sealed me away so that they can stay in power-“
Noelia nods. She doesn’t believe a single word coming out of his mouth. She is skeptical, however, her being defiant isn’t doing her any good. Despite she doesn’t care if she is killed, doesn’t mean he will keep her. But then he says this.
“How about this. If you do a good job, I will keep you alive to serve me, how does that sound?”
Noelia nodded. Then the portal opened up again.
“Good, then get along with Hades so he will work with you, after all, neither of you can survive this world without each other.”
In the real world, the tentacle spits Noelia out. At the shock of Hades.
“I thought you were dead”
She picks up Hades, and walks to the backroom with him.
“I have to change the plan, rest, we will go back out eventually to take down Leshy, but before we do that…”
She stopped
“I need to ask him a few questions”
TBC
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COTL(MLP Base Edit Webcomic) : "The Spousal Trio
Pt 1 : "Remembers of The Past"
Samantha's Diary POV : "Dear Diary, Today i had quite a nice day of worshipping & loving my beloved leader Lambert or as i like to call him "Lam Bam" as of recently due to myself getting pretty befuddled when drinking with my besties Dimmi & M3ggy at the Drinkhouse in the Cult.. Anyways aside from that my darling wife Midge Butterfree asked me a simple but pondering question for a few days now.. what was my origins before the cult i.e my backstory of my earlier younger years..
So i told her that my earlier years before everything about the beloved cult, my marriage to herself & most esp my savior lambert and esp me & midgey having our many kids, becoming grandmothers & great grandmothers to our own children's offsprings. way back then my life was a mixed bag so to speak.
I decided to draw my backstory to anyone whom sees this either my wife, The Leader himself or possibly even my miracle daughter Maxine whom is my first born child before i had married Midge and was a during small period of me & Lord Narinder having a quick one night stand and soon enough 3 days later Maxine hatched out of her egg and twas became my world as myself always wanting a long-lasting legacy of starting my own family & being happily married to my current husband lambert, and step-spouse midge butterfree..
but enough about all that. i bet all of you wonderful cultists are wondering about my origins living in silk cradle.. well turns out it during my escape from silk cradle where i was held as a abused prisoner/overworked slave to The Ex Bishop of Silk Cradle Lord Shamura who they were in my opinion the most evilistic, sadistic & possibly most scarily genius of the 4 bishops of the old faith which i feel whoever the new faith leaders will be or are at this point esp for S.C current time is way way way better than Ex Lord Shamura or Simply nicknamed Shamy by myself in my younger teenager years as a rebellious, anxious & super hostile batdemon during that time in my life.. which i drew as a cute lil summary of my story.
(Author's Note : Basically this webcomic will be changed from Lamb's POV of hearing his 3 fav faithful girls Origins. but rather instead The Girl's own POV/Journal Diaries showing their own drawings of their thoughts, tramuas, childhoods/family lives & even disabilities & mental illnesses thru being enslaved by the bishops of only Darkwood, Anchordeep & Silk Cradle)
"The Escape fromSilk Cradle was Absoutely Hard as Hell, to runaway from since firstly many of Shamura's Minions/Crusaders were after me along with a excutioner that was right behind them.. as you can tell by my bad bloody wounds & scars which covered with a cloak i wore at the time & was made by my late brother Marvin whom sadly died by the time i escaped.
during that night, i ran as fast as i possibly could from Silk Cradle, with Shamy's lil minions lost track of my sight when i was running away i guess they gave up and was gonna be killed by their master themself for their failed mission to kill me as a escaped overworked slave towards that damned spider..
Anyways the final panel was my last look at my past in drawing/artist sense and i looked ahead at the rising sunrise to a new future and myself needing a rebirth at a certain cult with me meeting a very familliar young sweet lamb that cold autumn night that became my sacred savior for me & my besties aswell!
Sammi's POV : "I look at the clock and saw it was getting late as my eyes were starting to get tired & sleepy tuckered with a small cute yawn i yawned before going to bed. soon enough i wrote my end writing before i went to sleep.
"Well gotta go Diary, pretty tired see you again tomorrow morning, i think i feel i love showing off my drawings with my backstory/my experiences of the past maybe next time i'll show more about my family whom are sadly all gone due to the massacre of my bat kin but i do have a lot of fond memories about them. most esp my big brother Marvin Nosferatu Bloodsucker & even my mother whom was named Vanessa Redmoon.. as for my Dad not so much my Brother & was more of a daddy's boy as i was more into my mother so i guess i was a momma's girl.. well that's enough writing in this diary bye.
-Sammi B. Sheepard Butterfree.
Hope you all liked this, wanted to edit this since i created it & made the idea of a webcomic, i think i finally figured it out!
Love yall
Update : "Next One's gonna only a single drawing, i'm not doing this webcomic frame anymore too much.. drawing ugh..
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Request about Kai Anderson
Reader is Kai favorite in the cult so he didn’t send her to the kitchen with the women and they are angry
by my side
kai anderson x fem cult member!reader
warnings: mentions of pregnancy, sexism, kai anderson.
word count: 684
a/n: i did a female reader for this, i hope that's okay! also, this is my first time properly writing for kai, so please let me know how i did! criticism is very much appreciated.
"I can't put up with this shit much longer." Ivy spat, storming into the kitchen. "I'm being treated like a servant in my own restaurant. How did we get stuck with this Handmaid shit while Y/N gets to sit out and do nothing? Forty-eight hours ago we were on the verge of toppling the patriarchy!"
"That's before he had a goddamn army." Beverly stated, picking up a tray of dough and slamming it into the oven. She had tried for so long to remain calm and collected, but the hours of kitchen work and degrading comments from Kai's recruits were chipping away at her level-headed façade. "And as for Y/N, Kai obviously thinks she's, in some way, useful to him. Or maybe somewhere deep, deep down in that sick heart of his, he actually cares about her."
Ivy scoffed in spite of herself. "The only thing Kai cares about is his own agenda. He has to be using her, he has his own sister working like a dog in here, Beverly."
"Well at the very least, he needs her, and he wants to keep her happy. She's gotten special treatment from him since the beginning. He trusts her, more than any of the rest of us, and it's always good to have a woman on the inside."
"You don't think she'd choose him over us?"
"I don't know, Ivy. I hope so."
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Kai rested his elbow on the table in front of him, extending his pinkie as a silent invitation. You sat opposite him and mirrored his position, not quite letting your fingers make contact yet.
"I assume I don't need to explain the rules again?" He asked.
You shook your head. "No."
"No...?"
"No, Divine Ruler."
A ghost of a smile flitted across Kai's features. "Good girl." He took your pinkie in his. "I must admit... I was surprised when you requested we do a pinkie power. Usually I'm the one who has to initiate everything. You, however... You take action unprompted."
You gulped at his praise. "Thank you, Divine Ruler. I asked that we do this because I have a question for you."
"I suppose... That is allowed. Go on."
"Why didn't you send me to work in the kitchen with the other women?"
Kai's grip on your pinkie loosened for a moment, before snapping right back. "I need you here, Y/N. With me."
"I don't understand..."
"You're different, Y/N. Special. You're wise, pure, you have the maternal instinct. You will be the perfect instrument for me to use in order bring the Messiah into this world."
Your felt your heart sink out of your chest. "You want... To impregnate me?"
Kai smiled. "Exactly. I'm glad you understand." He leaned forward. "We will heal this world through our love."
You chose your next words wisely; you didn't want to appear ungrateful, but had to find a way out of carrying Kai's child, and the cult as a whole. "But why not any of the other women?"
He leaned back. "Initially, yes, you didn't particularly stick out. On the surface, there are other options with more favorable genes." He lifted his free hand from his lap and cupped your face with it, running his thumb along your cheekbone. "But you possess so many of the traits that we need to pass onto our child, little lamb. You're a natural born leader, which is surprising, considering."
You hesitated. "Considering what, Kai?"
He retracted his hand from your cheek and shrugged, as if it was obvious. "Well, you're a woman."
A look of shock and offense that you could not hide flashed across your face.
Kai let out an annoyed sigh. "I hate when you get like this, can't you see - I'm giving you a compliment!"
You regained your composure. "Of course. Thank you, Divine Ruler."
He nodded, disconnecting your pinkies and resting his arms on the table. "So now you see; I could never put the future mother of my children to work. I need you, here, by my side, at all times."
"I understand, Divine Ruler. Thank you for selecting me."
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I'm taking you home little lamb.
Summary- The deputy has been MIA for 3 months and the seeds take matters in their own hands when everyone else come back without their lost lamb.
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The last everyone heard or seen the deputy was when she was taking out one of Jacobs wolf beacon. That was 3 months ago, no one has heard about her after that, even though it's been better for the cult,Joseph won't stop begging his brothers to go and look for their lamb together.
Which is why they are walking through a deep forest in the cold autumn weather. One of Jacobs men reported that there's been sight of the deputy deep in these woods.
After walking around 10 miles they come upon an abandoned rusted cabin. They slowly head for the door, hearing no sounds they doubt she's here but it's worth to check. John carefully opens the cracked door with Jacobs rifle pointed at it and Joseph's pistol in hand just for precaution.
They can slightly see inside pass the threshold but still no sight of the lamb."I'll go first just incase there are traps" Jacob whispers and they both nod
"Be careful brother and don't hurt her if you find her" Joseph whispers back. The brothers give him a weird look.
Jacob walks in checking inside each room he passes until he approaches the messy kitchen connected to the living room. He approaches where he can see a fire place just barely staying lit with a couch facing it. Either some one is here or been here.
Jacob stops dead in his tracks when he sees the woman who's been ruining their lives for the past 6 months sleeping soundly on the couch with blankets covering her lower half. He must be hallucinating there's no way he caught the she devil this easily, this must be a really good trap or a really sick joke either way he slowly takes coordinated steps towards her but she still doesn't stir even slightly.
Jacob reaches for his receiver radioing his brothers. "She's here" he whispers. After a minute John and Joseph find their way to the leaving room seeing their brother kneeling beside the couch.
"Come here,slowly" they both comply but no one prepared them for the image In front of them. They're little lamb sleeping on the couch looking so innocent.
"Who would've believe she's the devil who's brought havoc upon years of hard work" John scoffed making Jacob chuckle and Joseph giving them both side glares.
"I can feel the heat coming off her body " Joseph deliberately starts moving his hands towards her face just touching her cheek with a feathers touch. "She looks so harmless and angelic" he makes himself chuckle a bit Jacob and John watching his movements like a hawks eye finding it a little unusual that their brother act this kind towards her after everything she did. "Let's take our little lamb home" Joseph moves some of her hair that has fallen on her face behind her ear making her stir and wake.
Rook doesn't acknowledge her surroundings immediately but when she does see her 3 enemy's she's been trying to rid of for so long all looking at her she jolts upright from the couch making Joseph fall flat on his back with her sudden movement. Before she can reach the other side of the couch where she left her shotgun Jacob grabs her ankle making her fall on her stomach. The air gets knocked out of her so she turns while taking greedy gulps of air,but that is short lived when Jacob crushes her body with his own making her breath hitch again.
"And where do you think you're going so soon pup? We just found you" he grins down wolfishly at her making her tremble from fear.
"Jake your scaring our dearest deputy get off the poor girl for fuck sake" John couldn't hide the excitement from his voice which made her more nervous.
"Brother John is right we don't want to scare our lamb back in to hiding" Jacob slowly removed his weight from her but he still had her trapped with his thighs on either side of her hips and a little weight on her pelvic region.
She whimpered a little, her mind still hazy from sleep. Maybe she was having a nightmare this can't be real. Jacob shifts his weight a little making her moan in discomfort. Not realising she's only wearing panties and a loose Metallica shirt making her legs and thighs bare for their prying eyes.
She's getting a little flustered so she bucks her hip to try and escape from Jacobs hold which has Jacob lose his balance and almost crush her with his weight if it wasn't for his fast reflexes, holding himself up with his palms flat next to her head. "Careful kitten" his tone is low and predatory, she can feel his hot breath on her face making her stomach churn.
"Get the fuck off me seed" she bucks her hip with more strength this time hitting her stomach with his making both of them gasp unintentionally. Her from pain him from surprise.
"My child calm yourself we're not here to hurt you"
"Shut the fuck up hipster Jesus and you ginger fuck I told you to get off of me"
She glares at Joseph then at Jacob whose expression is still shocked
"My my deputy who knew such vile words could come from someone like you" John laughs.
"Johnny quiet for once, I think the deputy has something to tell us huh pup isn't that right ?" He gives her that damn smirk again.
"I have nothing to tell you fucking peggies now Get Off!"
"What are you talking about Jake" John asks with curiosity.
"Well since our dear lamb won't share with the family I will." He carefully flattens his hand on her stomach where he can feel a bump there." Our deputy has a little pup on the way isn't that right?" He laughs manically. He wasn't sure at first when the baby bump hit him in his abdomen but now that he touched it his 100% sure.
Joseph gasps "What are you talking about brother? Do you mean she's pregnant" Jacob nods still rubbing rook's baby bump.
She starts getting flustered again and this time she thrashes to get the mountain Man off. John looks dumbfounded but snaps himself out of it when he sees her struggle. " Jake you should probably get off of her. You're stressing her out." Jacob nods and slowly gets off of her making her exhale the long breath she's been holding in.
"Don't fucking act like it's your asshole."
"Hmm of course my dear but if I may who exactly is the father of your unborn child? I hope you at least keep count of the many sins you commit" his statement makes rook laugh madly.
"Oh Johnny, I'll let your brother do the math on that one" John furrows his brows then looks at Jacob making her laugh more "oh no honey don't look at him. Look at your other brother, the holiest man of all, The Father." They all turn to Joseph to see him pale with his mouth agape. "Ohh he didn't tell you? Well you see after a month into the fighting, your brother radioed me, asking to meet him at where all of it started so we can put an end to it. At first I wasn't gonna go cause like who's dumb enough to go, well I was I thought I was gonna go kill him which would make it easier for the resistance to take back the county. But when I got to the church and I saw the Holly man himself shirtless with sweat coating his skin something snapped or maybe I was just too horny." She heard Jacob chuckle "Anyway one thing led to another the next thing we knew he was fucking me on his Pulpit, the Holy man fucking the heathen in the place of God, The place where he gives his sermons to his beloved children The Father fucking me all raw and roug.."
"I've Heard Enough!" Joseph yelled making her stop talking. "You know my dear rook you didn't have to go into details." He kneeled Infront of her taking her head in between his calloused hands. "You should've told me you were carrying my child I would've--"
"You would've what Joseph huh? All you were gonna do is put a huge target on my back. You know what will happen if the resistance find out I'm carrying one of the greatest cult leaders child, they'll find me and rip the child out of me while I'm still conscious."
"You think I would let that happen, you think any of us would let someone near the mother of my child. Do you think this wickedly of me? " Joseph sounded sad which made rook a little sad.
"Get up my dear we're taking you to my bunker where it's safe" John chirped in all happy and excitedly. "After all can't have the mother of my brother's child in danger."
"He's right pup you already look weak and malnourished. If you want the baby coming out healthy and well you need to be somewhere stress free and safe."
"I'm fine right where I am, it's safe here"
"Not anymore my little lamb. I'm sorry but I'm gonna take you to one of my brothers bunkers whether you like it or not. I prefer it be willingly" she looked at him for a while looking for anything in his expression but nothing just that cool calm face he always wore. She nodded making them all sigh in relief. "John,Jacob please go pack everything our rook has, the sooner we get to the bunkers the better." They both nodded and got to work.
Joseph slowly brought his hand up and layed it on her stomach were he could feel the bump. She gasped not expecting him to do that. "I didn't know I was pregnant you know. But after 2 months in to it Kim was the one who told me I was showing the signs she experienced so she gave me a test. I was hoping for it to come back negative but something in the deepest part of my heart also hoped for it to come as positive" she laughed with tears perked up in her eyes some falling free even though she tried hard not to let them.
He caressed her stomach with light touches not realising his eyes was also welling up with tears. She brought her hands to his cheek wiping the tears that came free something that was too intimate for them both but somehow felt right. Joseph brought his forehead to hers closing his eyes just enjoying the moment.
Not knowing what she was doing she touched her lips to his so lightly that he barely felt it. When he didn't pull away she deepened the kiss a little making him grab her neck with his other hand that wasn't rubbing her stomach to deepen it even more. This didn't feel wrong at all. Maybe the baby would be the sign of hope in this hell. The hope everyone needed.
"Let's take you home little lamb"
The End.
#Joseph seed/female deputy#john seed#jacob seed#female character#unplanned pregnancy#hurt/comfort#Fluff#Mentoin of smut
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Hello 👋🏼 giving my recent Cult of the Lamb brainrot. Could you write for Narinder/ The one who waits meating a young child reader whom forms part of the cult comforting him and helping him adjust to his new life in the cult.
Note: This takes place after the Lamb defeat Narinder, maybe one or two days after he joined the cult.
Aw yay!! First Cult of the Lamb request!
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'Never have I felt so humiliated by that damned lamb..making me toil in the hot sun. Ordering me around like a-'
"You know our gracious leader can read minds. I wouldn't make such a grumpy face around them."
Narinder's ears perked at the new voice. This one sounded much younger than the majority of the cult members. Sure, some of them had higher-pitched voices. But this was a child’s for sure.
And he was right when he looked down and saw you, the youngest in the cult, dressed in similar red robes.
Your bravery in speaking to him--let alone approaching him--was a surprise considering his reputation. He was the bishop of death, the very figure that the Lamb made their acolytes worship..now reduced to a humble servant.
This life was still very new for him, as he lived here for only a single day thus far. And he was surprised at how welcoming the cult was. Of course, not many dared to question their leader’s choice to spare him...but it didn’t stop others from dissenting and spreading rumors, or just simply being terrified of him.
Amazingly, you weren’t among those people. You were gazing up at him. No fear in your eyes whatsoever.
But your remark didn’t stop him from scoffing loudly, feeling utterly insulted by the reminder.
Had that damned lamb sent you here to taunt him?
Did they expect he’ll let you get away with it just because you were a child?
Was this a test?
“Of course I know that, little morsel.” He huffed. “I’m the one who gave them that power. How I wish to rip that crown off their head and reclaim what was once mine..”
You tilted your head, pouting slightly. “I wouldn’t say that out loud, The One Who Waits-”
“I don’t care what they think!!” His teeth became bared, eyes glowing red, though he did calm down shortly after as he sighed and stared at you. You barely even flinched. “..does it not bother you?”
“What doesn’t?”
“That you’re not even safe inside your own head? That your precious “leader” can see into your mind at any time? Doesn’t it scare you?”
“Not really.” You shrugged. “When I first joined, they found out I was hungry before I said anything.”
"Wait? You weren’t..born here?” Narinder muttered with a raised eyebrow, now curious about your past. “Since when did the Lamb decide to indoctrinate children?”
"Oh! Well um..I’m the first and only kid for now.”
“And..how did they fully persuade you?”
“In my old cult, we had to go out into the Lands to find our food. I prayed for a safe trip and good meals, but...those prayers only got me seeds and grassy gruel for dinner.”
“Even children had to fend for themselves?” He blinked. For a moment he almost pitied you. The Lands of the Old Faith were very harsh--even adults struggled to scavenge and return home safely.
“Yep. I had bad luck. I was so hungry all the time, I felt like Heket placed a curse on me..even after she was gone.” You sighed, before perking up with a smile. “So I left and met the Lamb. They looked at me for only a moment and took me to their temple. I was too scared to say anything, but..next thing I knew..bam! There was a huge feast!”
“Ah, yes..we do have plenty of those here.”
“I got to eat actual food!” The memories made you beam with pride and renewed faith in your leader. “Nobody knew my name at the time, and yet they treated me like family. When I asked the Lamb how they knew, they just said they could read minds and saw my suffering."
“And so you agreed to join this cult for the rest of your days?”
“Yep! It truly is the best cult.”
“Huh, well...food is such a simple temptation.” Narinder remarked, grimacing at the rumbling of his stomach. “And I hate how even I have fallen for it..how I hunger in this pathetic mortal shell.” Placing a paw over it, he looked away from you in shame. “To require sustenance, sleep, and..the outhouses every single day?? It almost feels cruel that they’ve subjected me to such a life..”
He couldn’t believe he was venting to, of all people, a kid about this. He was once the kind of beast whom children your age would have nightmares of.
But instead of feeling fear, you expressed interest in making conversation with him. Even being comfortable enough to share your backstory.
“I don’t think it’s cruel. It’s just...new to you since you were uh..chained-up for so long. But you’ll get used to it. I promise it’s not that bad.” You did your best to comfort him. “Our leader wants all of us to have a good life here. Even you and the Witnesses.”
He was silent for a few long moments as he gazed back at you. His face was stoic, yet he was awestruck by the wisdom you offered for your age. You had the tale and confidence in being a preacher some day..he could certainly envision that.
But he didn’t wish to burden you with his gripes any further..now that he realized you approached him on your own with good intent.
So he sighed, offering you the faintest of smiles. “Hmph, well I shall see how “good” life is here among you mortals.”
And that was all he said before going back to his work.
You were satisfied with the chat and hummed a small tune as you left him alone, happy that you’ve turned his attitude around a little bit.
He may not admit it for a long while, but you had a feeling he’ll love it here and see that the Lamb made the right choice.
#wholesome moments? yes please#clanask#cult of the lamb x reader#cotl x reader#the one who waits#cotl narinder#child reader#platonic#fluff#cult of the lamb spoilers
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“Clarice” Liveblog: Episode 2
Again, some extremely unfashionably late hot takes.
(Special thanks to @kathrynethegreat and @special-agent-pendragon for encouraging another liveblog!)
Clarice is working out! And eating junk food! I love it.
and cleaning her gun!
hey, Ardelia is drinking what I’m going to assume is her grandmother’s “smart people tea”.
Krendler disciplining Clarice already is infuriating but appropriate.
“I lost control.” Oh no, I don’t like that. Don’t make Clarice unstable. Her mental and emotional state never had anything to do with her failing career.
getting weird mixed signals from Ardelia. Last week, she obviously didn’t want Clarice to lie/stick to the script Krendler gave her, but now she’s telling Clarice she messed up by not doing so...?
“I better know you if you’re calling this early.” Amen, Ardelia.
I’m in love: this cinematography is straight out of the film (when she’s flying to WV with Crawford)!
“When’s the last time you went back to Appalachia?” “It’s been years.” What??? It has NOT been years--Clarice was JUST in West Virginia last week as well as in Silence, and she arguably attended college there as well. (UVA is at least nestled in the mountains, and you don’t have to drive far outside the Albemarle Valley to hit Appalachia proper.) After all the details about her character they’ve been nailing, they miss this glaring error?
I like the tiny details she’s noticing (like the guy biting his nails). Not only because she’s an investigator, but because it’s reminiscent of Hannibal’s influence (imo).
Clarice Is Short: The Saga continues
still not getting any creepy vibes off Krendler. He’s going to be much less effective as an antagonist if he isn’t lewd as well as a dick.
I really don’t care for the way the opening “credits” fade out from the death’s-head moth to Clarice’s face. There are MANY animals that represent her, or parts of her, in the books--lions, lambs, horses, and of course birds--so this choice feels empty and lazy to me.
also lazy: having a fellow agent straight-up tell her in episode 2 “you shouldn’t be in the Bureau.” Maybe in two or three years, after some further “Death Angel”-type incidents, I could see this blatant rudeness, but not yet.
“Reesey”? Thanks, I hate it.
this flashback must be of Clarice’s little brother. That answers one question I had last week. That said...Clarice’s brother doesn’t play the same role in her story that Mischa does in Hannibal’s--but this sure feels like a Mischa-esque flashback.
good: they’re finally getting to the source of Clarice’s actual trauma!
bad: this is NOT how Clarice found out about her father. In fact, that whole incident is laid out in detail in the novels, and there’s nothing overly literary/un-cinematic about it, so this feels unnecessary. “The police are here! Something happened to Daddy!” No, bad! Show, don’t tell!
she would’ve known better than to introduce herself to that kid as “Clarice Starling, FBI,” come on now.
were they regularly able to wire tap hair clips in 1993?
actually, nothing in this show looks very 90s to me so far. I’m sad about it.
so in eighteen months, Ruth Martin has gone from a junior Senator to the Attorney freakin’ General, and now she might run for governor?? At least let her get settled in one position of power first, why don’t you!
yet more Buffalo Bill flashbacks...alas.
are they trying to make this guy another surrogate Hannibal character? He’s commenting on Clarice’s accent and the dryness of her skin, asking about who she “left behind”...it all feels very Hannibal. (I know he’s a Charismatic Cult Leader trope, too--but when played off of Clarice...)
“Ew.” “I hate this guy.” I laughed.
I understand that Clarice probably feels conflicted re: her siblings in the book, but I’m really not digging the flashbacks of this Tim Burton character her brother.
@ the writers: Clarice already has the lamb backstory/symbolism, too. We don’t need this Little Brother stuff.
*shrieking* Mrs. Starling! At the sink washing the blood out of his hat!!!
...aaand they had to ruin it with the brother’s painfully bad dialogue. Will still be good for gif-making, though.
are we supposed to interpret all these flashbacks as Clarice being incapable of controlling her emotions/state of mind? She keeps losing herself in memories and emerging all doe-eyed and panicky. I don’t like it.
not to be a broken record but...Clarice should be TOUGH. Again, Ardelia only saw her cry once in seven years. But she’s more worked up in this scene than Jodie was in Memphis!
when Mr. Cult Leader shouts “Agent Starling! Agent Starling!” he sounds exactly like Hannibal calling her back to his cell in the asylum. That has to be intentional.
damn, wish that I could look as good five minutes after I’ve been crying as Clarice does.
I LOVE that Ardelia gets to be the crucial behind-the-scenes book-smart partner to Clarice’s action heroine.
AG Martin’s just playing politics by turning a blind eye to the crooked sheriff. But when her own daughter was just kidnapped and almost killed, she looks like a real hypocrite.
gosh, Rebecca Breeds is great. I already hope she gets nominated for an Emmy.
so Krendler is...doing the right thing???
Clarice’s father was definitely not a sheriff. I hope she’s just exaggerating for dramatic effect. (Maybe this will be clarified later.)
she couldn’t just sit with a manipulative guy without getting emotional, but she’s cool as a cucumber while telling an extended story about her father? HmmMM.
sometimes her mannerisms and facial expressions are so much like Jodie’s that it’s uncanny, like here when she leans forward to confront the Cult Leader.
“She did it.” Damn straight!
another great callback to Silence. this show’s camera crew knows its stuff!
“He’s concerned I have some residual trauma from Bill.” I. Hate. This. Subplot--and all its OOC implications.
“Catherine was close to her father, too.” Ooh, a nice allusion to the novel! Clarice makes note of their “common wound,” the loss of a father, when she’s in Catherine’s apartment in Silence.
she is just SO pretty.
little Clarice looks a LOT like Rebecca Breeds. I hope we see some more of her.
The Good:
the continuing visual nods to the Silence film via cinematography
Mama Starling!!!
Clarice’s “The World Will Not Be This Way Within the Reach of my Arm” attitude, refusing to leave without helping the victims.
Ardelia Mapp coming in clutch!
Clarice being, generally, a badass
and using psychological tricks/mind games to pin the antagonist...that’s the woman who disarmed a monster with just a few words.
Rebecca Breed’s acting has been phenomenal so far.
I like Clarice’s haircut a lot better when worn down (though it’s not very practical for fieldwork, so we probably won’t see it much).
The Bad:
the continuing Buffalo Bill-related Trauma Subplot. Ugh.
all the flashbacks to Clarice’s brother (and the not-so-subtle suggestion that her brother is, symbolically, another lamb).
will the real Paul Krendler please come forward? this guy is so TAME.
the other agents’ hostility towards Clarice needs to be toned down slightly so that it can escalate. Otherwise, where’s the tension?
is this actually 1993? I’m not feeling it. Shouldn’t it have a little of that Season 1/2 X-Files aesthetic? Please give me more than once-an-episode references to pagers and fax machines!
that glaring Appalachia continuity error...it’s still bugging me.
I missed the overt Hannibal references, even though they’re not necessary to any part of this episode. A lady can dream!
Overall, I really liked this one despite my various issues with it. It started shakily but built to a great finish. The emphasis across both episodes on Clarice being in the FBI not just to “get out, get anywhere,” but out of a genuine desire to help victims has been wonderful. I just hope they don’t swerve too far into the “too traumatized and emotionally compromised to function” lane. It would be a disservice to Clarice’s character and to her journey (and would smack too much of “Hannibal really did prey on her weak mind/brainwash her”.
Things I’d still like to see: More of her personality. Her hobbies and interests. That she’s cleaning her gun is great! Now let’s see “Poison Oakley” practicing her sharpshooting skills. Or car shopping. Or clothes shopping to show off her “developing taste.” (Ardelia can come!) I’ll take literally anything. Give us more of Clarice’s sense of humor as well. She had some subtle funny moments in the pilot, and it’s nice to see Rebecca smile for a change.
And Krendler? Smear that man in grease! I appreciated a happy ending even though Clarice’s career is, as we know, already in a downward spiral--the last thing we want is for every episode to be a slog, especially when a good chunk of the audience hasn’t read the book and doesn’t know Clarice is doomed to fail in the Bureau.
However... Krendler’s not a “redemption arc” kind of character. Or even a “run-of-the-mill sexist asshole” character. This is a man who spent seven years systematically sabotaging a young woman’s career because a) he was jealous that she solved the Gumb case before him, and b) she wouldn’t fuck him. He was a Justice Department official working fist-in-glove with a serial child molester who was planning some of the heinous vigilante justice imaginable. THAT’S why his very gruesome end at Hannibal’s hands felt deserved--even Clarice thought so! In short, he needs to get nasty.
Anyway, thanks for coming to another long-overdue TedTalk. Fingers crossed that the next one will be more timely (aiming for Sunday night)!
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WA election aftermath
The aftermath of an election is always a tenuous time, with seats in doubt for some time well after the election is called, and a massive number of people effectively gaining and losing their jobs. In a two-party system, there’s always a winner and a loser, and as a result at least one side is going to have emotions running high.
I’d like to delicately consider the results of this election, and the potential impacts of such on the state. With that in mind…..
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Holy shit I knew this was going to be an easy labor blowout but I didn’t expect that kind of result.
I don’t think I’ve seen a bigger blowout in any election, ever. It’s absolutely farcical. I love it. I can’t stop grinning thinking about it. The Liberal Party got fucked. This feels like vengeance for all those years suffering under Premier Barnett, cunt as he was.
Alright, bit more seriousness, let’s break it down.
Labor
Labor winning this election was pretty much a matter of course. There was no universe in which they didn’t succeed, even the opposition knew that. The people have seen the state government’s response to COVID-19, and how well it went for us, and saw the opposition dragging their heels and arguing against them, which is not a good look. I think there are three big things that brought Labor so far forward this election, and I genuinely think that COVID-19 was one of them- it might literally have been the best thing to happen to WA Labor last year, and I mean that without a hint of irony.
The second big thing was Clive Palmer. More specifically, that WA Labor got to have Clive Palmer as an enemy. Now I don’t know about over east, but it’s presumably less pronounced since he got a couple seats there at some point. But Clive Palmer is monstrously unpopular over here, and his attempt at subverting WA border restrictions for his own ends was not something anyone wanted to see- so the current government completely shutting him out was very welcomed. I do genuinely think that the dislike for Clive Palmer gave WA Labor a huge advantage, since they were the ones standing up to him. We all saw his fucking annoying advertisements 2 years ago in the Federal election, and we kicked his farce of a party out then- it’s no surprise that we don’t want him around now.
Last but certainly not least, of course, there is Premier McGowan. Marky boy is probably the most approved-of politician I can think of in recent memory, cultivating a minor cult of personality that isn’t locked to one side of the political compass like, say, Trump’s. That does, of course, leave him as a bit of a centrist, which is not exactly great in my eyes, but it could be a lot worse.
Labor now has a massive amount of power, holding every seat they had and gaining many more. And while the opposition is rather weak, it’s likely that any influence the Libs/Nats would try to have isn’t something I’d want to see anyway. Regardless, now that the immediate threat of election is over, Labor does need to be held accountable for mistakes they make, because they are far from perfect- McGowan’s position on fracking is a good example.
Liberal
I never thought I’d feel any form of sympathy for a Liberal leader, but it’s hard not to feel sorry for Zak Kirkup. He’s a relatively young politician essentially thrown out as a lamb to the slaughter, becoming the first Labor/Liberal leader in 90 years to lose their own seat in a state election.
With that said, I feel no reason to similarly sympathise with the remainder of the party losing their seats. They’ve got to rebuild now, with a maximum of 3 seats to work with, which leads me to believe they’re going to need a complete redo of their positions/branding/policy if they want to succeed next time around. They might end up straying dramatically from their political positions, which could be good, or it could be very bad.
I’m interested to see what happens to the Liberal party in the coming weeks. But I suspect they aren’t going to be especially relevant in government for some time.
Nationals
The Nats look set to become the new opposition, a sentence I never thought I’d say or write, but it does sort of make sense. If the Liberal party continues to suffer, they may end up in that position for quite some time, which would make WA a pretty unique political landscape in the country as far as I am aware (hahah I don’t know shit about other states politics)
I’m not super aware of Nats policies aside from their regional focus, which doesn’t apply too much to me specifically. But if their regional focus includes big business operating in rural WA (which a lot of it does) then colour me disinterested. If they are the major opposition, though, then I’m expecting some amount of increased regional spending on Labor’s behalf as appeasement, or to get them to agree to other bills. We’ll see.
Greens
If you go by total vote counts, the Greens actually have a fair few more than the Nationals- but that’s not exactly how that works, is it. We didn’t have any seats, but hey, at least that means we didn’t lose any seats.
Maybe next time, folks.
Others
At time of writing, the third most dramatic swing in votes was in One Nation, everyone’s favourite xenophobes- except, it’s a 3.7% swing away from them, which is huge considering they now only have 1.2% of the votes. It felt like at the last election we kicked Pauline’s grotty arse out of the state, but now I’d be surprised if they made much of a reappearance here at all.
The fact that the No Mandatory Vaccination party has the 5th most votes total is both staggering and terrifying. They’re still about a third of the Nationals, but that such a fucking hellscape of a party got that high upsets me greatly- especially since I don’t want to know where their preferences ended up.
The WAxit party only has about 4000 votes, so I guess we aren’t seceding after all. But hey, apparently more people want to vote for that than to legalise weed (by ~1500 votes), so they’ve got that going for them.
At time of writing, the Animal Justice Party, the Daylight Savings Party, the Health Australia Party, and the Great Australian Party (which I only found out afterwards is an offshoot of One Nation) all have exactly 0 votes counted for them. Better luck next time, or better yet, just don’t bother next time.
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Horror Movies Based on True Events
Open Water (2003)
When a couple goes scuba diving in Open Water, their boat accidentally leaves them behind in shark-infested water. It’s based on something that really happened to American tourists Tom and Eileen Lonergan, who were left behind by a diving company off the Great Barrier Reef. By the time the mistake was realized two days later, it was too late, and they were never seen again. A shark attack seems not to have been the cause of death, however, as the couple’s dive jackets were eventually found. The jackets weren’t damaged, which suggested that the Lonergans likely took them off, “delirious from dehydration,” and drowned.
Borderland (2007)
When three friends head to a Mexican border town to have some fun in this movie, they get mixed up with a cult specializing in human sacrifice. The concept loosely stems from the life of Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo, a drug lord and cult leader who was responsible for the death of American student Mark Kilroy.
A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
The iconic baddie Freddy Krueger kills teenagers via their dreams in Wes Craven’s franchise-launching film. Craven told Vulture that the idea stemmed from an article he read in The Los Angeles Times about a family of Cambodian refugees with a young son who reported awful nightmares. “He told his parents he was afraid that if he slept, the thing chasing him would get him, so he tried to stay awake for days at a time,” said Craven. “When he finally fell asleep, his parents thought this crisis was over. Then they heard screams in the middle of the night. By the time they got to him, he was dead. He died in the middle of a nightmare. Here was a youngster having a vision of a horror that everyone older was denying. That became the central line of Nightmare on Elm Street.”
Black Water (2007)
Set in the swamps of Australia, this movie sees a group of fishers attacked by a humongous crocodile. It was inspired by an actual crocodile attack in the Australian outback in 2003 that killed a man named Brett Mann in an area that his friends said they’d “never, ever” seen a crocodile before.
Dead Ringers (1988)
In David Cronenberg’s movie, Jeremy Irons plays twin gynecologists who do messed up things with patients and ultimately die together in the end. Cronenberg adapted the movie from Bari Wood and Jack Geasland’s novel Twins, which was inspired by the lives of actual twin gynecologists Stewart and Cyril Marcus. TheNew York Times noted that the Marcuses enjoyed “trading places to fool their patients” and that they ultimately “retreat[ed] into heavy drug use and utter isolation.”
Deliver Us From Evil (2014)
The movie follows a cop and a priest who team up to take on the supernatural. It’s based on self-proclaimed “demonologist” Ralph Sarchie’s memoir Beware the Night, in which he tells supposedly true stories, such as the time he found himself “in the presence of one of hell’s most dangerous devils” possessing a woman.
Poltergeist (1982)
In Poltergeist, a family’s home is invaded by ghosts that abduct one of the daughters. The film was inspiredby unexplained events, such as loud popping noises and moved objects, that occurred in 1958 at the Hermanns’ home in Seaford, New York.
Psycho (1960)
Alfred Hitchcock’s essential film traces a woman who embezzles money from her employer and runs off to a mysterious hotel where she is (58-year-old spoiler alert) murdered by the man running it, Norman Bates. Bates is said to have been based on Ed Gein, a Wisconsin man who was convicted for one murder in the 1950s, but suspected for others. He also was a grave robber, and authorities found many disturbing results of that in his home, including bowls crafted from human skulls and a lampshade made from the skin of someone’s face.
Scream (1996)
The classic ‘90s slasher flick uses dark humor to tell the story of a group of teens and a mystery man named Ghostface who wants to murder them. But the real story ain’t funny. The movie was inspired by the Gainesville Ripper, real name Danny Rolling, who killed five Florida students by knife over a span of three days in August 1990.
The Conjuring (2013)
The movie stars Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga as ghost hunters helping out a family in a haunted 18th-century farmhouse. The hunters, Ed and Lorraine Warren, are real people, as is the Perron family that they assist. Lorraine was a consultant on the movie and insists that many of the supernatural horrors really happened, and one of the daughters who is depicted in the film, Andrea Perron, says the same. She recalled an angry spirit named Bathsheba to USA Today:“Whoever the spirit was, she perceived herself to be mistress of the house and she resented the competition my mother posed for that position.”
Annabelle (2014)
The creepy porcelain doll from The Conjuring gets her terror on in this spin-off of The Conjuring. The ghost-hunting Warrens have claimed that there was a real Raggedy Ann doll that moved by itself and wrote creepy-ass notes saying things like, “Help us.” The woman who owned it contacted a medium, who claimed that it was possessed by a seven-year-old girl named Annabelle who had died there.
The Disappointments Room (2016)
Kate Beckinsale stars in the movie as an architect who moves to a new home with a mysterious room in the attic that she eventually learns was previously used as a room where rich people would cast off disabled children. It was reportedly inspired by a Rhode Island woman who discovered a similar room in her house that she says was built by a 19th century judge to lock away his disabled daughter.
The Exorcist (1973)
Two priests attempt to remove a demon from a young girl in this box office smash. The movie was based on a 1949 Washington Post article with the headline “Priest Frees Mt. Rainier Boy Reported Held in Devil’s Grip.” Director William Friedkin spoke about the article to Time Out London: “Maybe one day they’ll discover the cause of what happened to that young man, but back then, it was only curable by an exorcism. His family weren’t even Catholics, they were Lutheran. They started with doctors and then psychiatrists and then psychologists and then they went to their minister who couldn’t help them. And they wound up with the Catholic church. The Washington Post article says that the boy was possessed and exorcised. That’s pretty out on a limb for a national newspaper to put on its front page… You’re not going to see that on the front page of an intelligent newspaper unless there’s something there.
The Girl Next Door (2007)
The movie follows the abuse of a teenage girl at the hands of her aunt, and it was inspired by the murder of Sylvia Likens in 1965. The 16-year-old girl was abused by her caregiver, Gertrude Baniszewski, Baniszewski’s children, and other neighborhood children, as entertainment. They ultimately killed her, with the cause of death determined as “brain swelling, internal hemorrhaging of the brain, and shock induced by Sylvia’s extensive skin damage,”
The Possession (2012)
Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Kyra Sedgwick star in the movie as a couple with a young daughter who becomes fascinated with an antique wooden box found at a yard sale. Of course, the box turns out to be home to a spirit. The flick’s “true story” basis came from an eBay listing for “a haunted Jewish wine cabinet box” containing oddities such as two locks of hair, one candlestick, and an evil spirit that caused supernatural activity. The box sold for $280 and gained attention when a Jewish newspaper ran an article about its so-called powers.
The Rite (2011)
In The Rite, a mortician enrolls in seminary and eventually takes an exorcism class in Rome, where demonic encounters ensue. The movie was based on the life of a real exorcist, Father Gary Thomas, whose work was the focus of journalist Matt Baglio’s book The Rite: The Making of an Exorcist. A Roman Catholic priest, Thomas was one of 14 Vatican-certified exorcists working in America in 2011. He served as an advisor on the film and told The Los Angeles Times that in the previous four years he had exorcised five people.
The Sacrament (2013)
In the movie, a man travels to find his sister who joined a remote religious commune, where, yep, bad things happen. It was inspired by the 1978 Jonestown massacre, in which cult leader Jim Jones led 909 of his followers to partake in a “murder-suicide ceremony” using cyanide poisoning.
The Shining (1980)
Stanley Kubrick’s horror masterpiece is about a man who is driven to insanity by supernatural forces while staying at a remote hotel in the Rockies. The movie Derives from Stephen King’s book of the same name, which was inspired by the Stanley Hotel in Colorado, where plenty of guests have reported seeing ghosts. The Stanley wasn’t actually used in the movie, however, because Kubrick didn’t think it looked scary enough.
The Silence of the Lambs(1991)
The Oscar-winning film tells the story of an FBI cadet who enlists the help of a cannibal/serial killer to pin down another serial killer, Buffalo Bill, who skins the bodies of his victims. FBI special agent John Douglas, who consulted on the film, has explained that Bill was inspired in part by the serial killer Ted Bundy, who like Bill, wore a fake cast. Ed Gein is also believed to be an inspiration, what with the whole skinning thing. And per Rolling Stone, 1980s killer Gary Heidnik was a reference for how Buffalo Bill kept victims in a basement pit.
The Strangers (2008)
Three killers in masks terrorize the suburban home of a couple (played by Liv Tyler and Scott Speedman) in this invasion thriller. Writer-director Bryan Bertino has said the film was inspired by something that happened to him in childhood. “As a kid, I lived in a house on a street in the middle of nowhere. One night, while our parents were out, somebody knocked on the front door and my little sister answered it,” he said. “At the door were some people asking for somebody that didn’t live there. We later found out that these people were knocking on doors in the area and, if no one was home, breaking into the houses.”
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974 & 2003)
Ed Gein also reportedly inspired elements of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and its remake. The movies are about groups of friends who come into contact with the murderous cannibal Leatherface. The original film memorably features a room filled with furniture created from human bones, a nod to Gein’s home.
The Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976 & 2014)
The original film follows a Texas Ranger as he tracks down a serial killer threatening a small town, and the 2014 sequel of the same name essentially revives the same plot. Both are based on the Texarkana Moonlight Murders of 1946, when a “Phantom Killer” took out five people over ten weeks. The case remains unsolved
Veronica (2018)
The recent Netflix release follows a 15-year-old girl who uses a Ouija board and accidentally connects with a demon that terrorizes her and her family. The movie’s based on a real police report from a Madrid neighborhood. As the story goes, a girl performed a séance at school and then “experienced months of seizures and hallucinations, particularly of shadows and presences surrounding her,” according to NewsWeek. The police report came a year after the girl’s death when three officers and the Chief Inspect of the National Police reported several unnatural occurrences at her family’s home that they called “a situation of mystery and rarity.”
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