#WHEEZE ITS ALL CULT OF THE LAMB

[mister13eyond]

I posted 6,084 times in 2022

That's 2,524 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (5%)

5,758 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,321 of my posts in 2022

#jjba - 1,038 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#because often unkindness doesn’t come from malice but from panic or insecurity or from lizard brain reacting in pure self preservation mode

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Grinding for materials in Cult of the Lamb is so fucking funny it's like (committing unspeakable acts of violence) "💕can't wait to go home and plant flowers for my husband💕"

596 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#4

i like Knucklebones a normal amount

990 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

Fans of Goncharov i am begging you to watch the Navidson Record next

1,420 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

So I like the sheep game

2,492 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

(Spoilers for Cult of the Lamb)

If this ain't literally what happened-

Yes i married him immediately of course

3,864 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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[fanfic-enthusiast]

Death’s Door (Cotl Fic)

TW: Major character death! 

Lamb has been visiting Ratau every day for a while now. Bringing meals to their father figure in his old age has been one of Lamb’s favorite parts of the day. 

It gave Lamb a chance to sharpen their cooking skills and to spend more time with him. It was the perfect combination. Narinder would also sometimes go with them to the small shack in the woods Ratau called home. But lately his demeanor twords the visits had changed. 

Ratau would get up from his bed to greet them at the door. Leaning heavily on his cane when standing. And Narinder would be quick to rush him back to bed after a quick round of hugs at the door. 

“You don't need to hover so old friend,” Ratau would laugh as he was practically carried back to his bedside across the room and sat down. “These old bones have carried me this far, one trip to the door is hardly anything.” 

They would share a laugh and sit down to visit and eat. Talking about the cult and how everyone was faring. Narinder keeping his eyes to the floor most of the time. 

When they asked Narinder about it he couldn’t meet Lamb’s eyes either. “He shouldn’t be up like that,” being the only explanation they received. 

It all came to a head one day when Ratau had fallen in the doorway his cane had slipped from his grasp and he collapsed to the floor with a wheeze. Lamb hadn’t caught him fast enough but quickly helped him to standing with Narinder, who’s face was tight. 

Luckily he hadn’t done more than bruised himself. But Narinder didn’t talk for the rest of the visit. And kept staring at the door. 

Once meals were eaten and goodbyes shared is when Narinder finally spoke. Holding Lamb by the shoulder just outside Ratau’s home behind a closed door. 

“He’s at the doorway Lamb.” 

They cocked their head. “What do you mean? He’s in bed.”

Narinder shook his head, running a hand down his face. “No Lamb. That's not what I mean. ...he’s old. Very old. You will have to let him go sooner or later.” 

Lamb’s blood ran cold and they yanked their arm away from Narinder. Staring into the woods with a grimace. 

“Its not natural to keep them this long Lamb... he’s getting weaker every day.” 

“Stop. Narinder.” They gritted their teeth, hands clenched in a tight fist. 

“...Lamb... you saw him. He’s tired... you have to let hi-”  “I can’t let him go Narinder!!! He’s all I have left! He’s the only parent I even remember anymore!!” They screamed, tears starting to well in their eyes. 

“It can’t be his time yet! I can’t j-just-” Narinder cut them off with a hug, pulling them against his chest as they sobbed. Narinder said nothing once more. Comforting the young god and casting a long glance to the doorway. 

~

The next time Lamb came to the shack they were alone. Narinder said he had some work to finish up. But, well. Lamb knew why he didn’t think he could make the trip. 

Lamb knocked on the door as usual with a grin and waited. No footsteps approached the door. But he heard Ratau’s voice chime from within. “Its unlocked, come on in.” 

So Lamb opened the door stepping inside. Ratau was in bed, sitting up against the pillows with some dice in hand and a book. Fidgeting with them as he set the book aside. 

He had on a soft smile and opened his arms to embrace Lamb. “Wonderful to see you again my child.” He kissed Lamb’s forehead and gave them an affectionate ruffle on their head. 

“Good to see you too, I brought a great dish today. We harvested some beets this morning so it’s nice and fresh.” 

“Wonderful, I bet it will be delicious.” Lamb pulled up a chair and sat down while Ratau ate from his bed. They talked between bites about the day. Lamb tried to keep the conversation light but, something kept Ratau quiet. 

When their lunch was finished Lamb took the bowls and pocketed them to be washed at the cult later. Once they were out of the way, Ratau sighed. And gestured for Lamb to sit on the bed next to him. 

“My child... please. Sit with me.” Lamb sat down and looked at their father. His brown fur turning mostly gray. His face unshaved. His eyes... so tired. They looked at each other. Speaking without words. 

There was a deep sorrow in those eyes, and understanding. 

Lamb could tell, he had heard them. And their eyes flooded again. Shaking their head no, desperately. Ratau simply pulled them into a hug. The grip was weak, even though he had put every last bit of strength into it. 

“...I am so sorry...” 

They just sobbed again, heart breaking. The crown atop their head nearly falling from the force of their sobs. 

Ratau had lived a long life, full of family, friends, love and loss. His years stretched much longer than many mortals. He considered himself lucky to have someone weep for him like this, and he felt so sorry for them. His child, his pride and joy. His successor and friend. His greatest achievement. 

He held them as tight as he could as they cried. Shushing and humming to them as if they were a babe. He lamented inside that he couldn’t when they were small. 

Lamb’s sobs quieted and they slowly opened their eyes, their vision tinged red with the crowns power. They could see the soul trying to peal itself away from Ratau’s body. Held inside by Lamb’s arms wrapped around them both. Their breath stilled and the humming stopped briefly. 

Ratau spoke again, just above a whisper. “...it will be ok my child...” 

Lamb closed their eyes again and felt another kiss pressed to their forehead. Along with a soft declaration of love intermixed with the hum.

Eventually, their grip relaxed. The doorway opened to allow the soul to step through.

Lamb held his body close as the warm voice of his father quieted and eventually stopped. The song tapering to a silence filled with tears. 

#yeah this is pretty much just pure angst #angst #cotl #cotl ratau #ratau #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cotl the lamb #narinder #cotl narinder #tw: death

[a-vampire-culturelover]

Bloody Devotion- A Oneshot I made for my CotL Oc, Noz.

Luka was a dissenter. At least that's what the Cult, especially The Lamb, knew of him. No longer did he trust The Lamb after his brother Maruj was sacrificed during a Blood Ritual, a horror that Luka would beg to never see again. At first he had tried to convince everyone that this was bad, yet The Lamb labelled him a dissenter, imprisoned him, and brainwashed the other followers after a great feast as if nothing had happened. Now was finally the time to escape and leave, to never indulge in the horror of The Lamb's little flock anymore. No one was awake, and The Lamb was on another crusade as of now, he could easily leave without anyone noticing. Or..So he thought. "Dearest Luka? Is that you I see?" A raspy voice called. It was Noz, another follower of the Cult that had joined just days before Maruj had perished to the Blood Sacrifice. Not much was truly known of the vampire bat, other than his presence being the reason why a blood donor station existed and the reason The Lamb had even been able to perform the Blood Sacrifice. Noz, of course he would be up at this hour, only to sleep away in the morning and laze about: Something the others somehow put up with. The Lamb had recently married the newcomer, so it was easy for Noz to simply get away with dozing off in the day and worshipping during the night per usual. Of all the followers to have caught him during his escape, it was the pesky, persistent Noz who had to. "Yes. What do you want now? Can't you see im doing something?" He said as he freed his hand, now free to run off and never come back to this horrid place. "Whatever is the matter, Dearest Luka? Your brother would have wanted you to stay here and worship for the Lamb, you know. Maruj is in a better existence now, and I've been given a hearty meal from it." Noz pleaded to the Rabbit, licking his sharp fangs as Luka recoiled in disgust. This beast is the reason Maruj is dead.

"I'm leaving and that's it. Im no longer wanted in this..place, and the sooner i'm away from that horrid Lamb you've decided to be with, the better. Its what Maruj would have wanted, at least the Maruj I know." As Luka said that, Noz came closer with an angry expression. Maybe he shouldn't have insulted The Lamb. "How DARE you speak that way of my Mistress The Lamb! I'll have you know that she is simply trying her best in this land of False Prophets such as The Bishops of the Old Faith! If you cannot be even an ounce loyal and see it is in your best interest to stay here and Worship, you truly do not deserve a place anywhere in the Land of the Living."

As Noz finished snarling at him, suddenly the rabbit was pulled towards the Bat follower with brute force and the nape of their neck bit into harshly. No screaming would help the poor Dissenter, as the start of a faint scream faded into a small wheeze for air, the life practically being sucked out of them by Noz. The last living thought that they would ever have as they bled out and Noz began to have his fill, was "I'm coming home Maruj. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ His Mistress the Lamb was finally back after their long crusade in Anchordeep, fresh cuts and many resources for the other followers. Dropping the body of the dissenter quickly and rushing to his Mistress to give a light peck on the cheek, earning a giggle. "Im ever so glad for the affection, Dearest Noz." The Lamb said as she noticed the bloodless corpse of the Dissenter Luka. Tsk, will Dissenters like him ever learn? She and Noz carried the body to the burial pit, a cover story that he had returned to the ways of The Flock and decided to lay to rest in the name of his brother Maruj. The followers would obliviously believe this, continuing on providing and worshipping for The Lamb. "Next time learn to be less messy with your meals, Noz. I'd hate for one of the followers to get the wrong idea. Only Blood Sacrifices and blood from the donor station for you, Mister." She teased as she wiped off excess blood, earning a deep chuckle from the taller Bat. "Anything for you, my Mistress." He added lovingly as he walked her back to their hut to clean the cuts and prepare for when the others woke in the morning. Yes, he was devoted. A bit bloody, but devoted to his Mistress the Lamb nonetheless.

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb oc #the urge to make this was strong #the lamb