#Reminders from the lord that this is an RP Blog! c: (3rd person scenes)

[heavensentofficial]

((Starter for @poisonous-transmissions for the aftermath of the blood moon incident. Electric Sheep Grindset never ends etc))

Ever since the incident on the night of the blood moon, Lettie had been feeling... Less than stellar. For many reasons. She never felt great after members of the temple needed to borrow her to stock up on their precious lambs' blood, so this was really awful timing. At least she'd not been used as anybody's meat puppet and forced to walk out there on her own two hooves herself, having really been carried most of the way by one of the monks, but still. It was cold. Colder without blood in her. Colder still when she wound up floating in the icy embrace of the lake, staring down at the ruins on the lake bed. At least she'd managed to take some of the blood back, with help from the pale entity... That had been satisfying. Seemingly for both of them. Regardless, she was feeling physically, less than stellar.

Jordan had been worried sick about her since then. It almost made her wish that she could say more about what had actually happened, but that wasn't really an option. It fully made her wish that it was easier for people to just get used to her being weak and unwell when she felt that way so often - and some did. Others just seemed to worry even more because of it, though. One such person was Dell, from the orphanage, though she supposed Dell didn't see her so much day to day to get as much of an idea of that kind of thing.

Right now, Lettie lay flat on her stomach in bed with a book about local legends - and a tall stack of books on similar subjects, as well as architecture and history perched on her desk - and her phone off to the side, resting on her end table, mostly in case of messages sent to her blog from people in need of an open ear or in case of messages from Dell about their plans to visit her. She'd managed to get permission for them to go deep enough into the temple to actually see her and informed them she had a spare initiate's robe in her room in case they needed to leave it and blend in. She had to admit. having someone to talk to sounded... Nice. Everyone at the temple she cared to speak with was always so busy, even in spite of their best efforts. So, for the time being, she read her books, or attempted to through her fuzzy head and waited for either a message from or the arrival of Dell.

[heavensentofficial]

no problem you lamb BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~dp

"So true, dp. So true..."

[Lettie murmured under her breath as this too, was deleted.]

[heavensentofficial]

heyyyyy lettie!! fucking KILL yourself!!! you stupid sacrificial lamb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~dp

[Obviously, the implication that whoever sent this knows about the blood sacrifice was worrying, but Lettie couldn't help but laugh when she read this. Wow... DP Energy really hates her.]

[Giggling to herself, she went ahead and deleted it. She'd have to see about prompting the monks and nuns conducting the whole thing to be more alert next time her blood was drawn, but it didn't seem this person particularly... Cared. So that was good.]

[heavensentofficial]

all of those people are FREAKS! why would they want you to pee your pants? what the FUCK!! you dont wear pants you wear cute skirts and dresses and bloomers and oughmdffg... sorry got distracted..

anyway those people are FUCKED UP i would NEVER haveyou pee your "pants" it would get your wool stained :( but its ok i would wash you and take care of you my cute lil lambiekins dont even WORRY my love i love you and your clean precious wool.. I APPRECIATE your wool and your cleanlieness or something even if no one else does so dont piss yourself bbg piss in my mouth so there wont be any mess! yeah!!!

p.s. bloomer pics when btw

[As Lettie, in a bored daze deleted a swarm of baffling messages about pee, a longer one caught her attention. What she then read was a fascinating downward spiral into sort of an unhinged nightmare. Fun. At least some people were on her side regarding this whole 'not wetting herself and posting it' thing. Which really ought not to be impressive considering it was physically impossible for her to do that. That aside though, this too would clearly have to be deleted.

Cute Lil Lambiekins?

My love???

Super.

Bloomer pics never she thought with a mute sigh as she sent this too into the virtual garbage . Gross...]

[heavensentofficial]

Early Birthday Present for Lettie!

A 60cm Ball Jointed Doll that looks Exactly like her!! Down to Every Last Detail.... :3

A card with the doll assures Lettie that it isn't haunted, but somehow the doll can never be left with the intention of abandoning it. It's fine if she leaves it in her room during the day, but if she tries to give it away to someone else it reappears in her room :)

And after a through inspection, no cameras! It really is just a Doll that looks Exactly like her and Loves her Very Much!! :)

[As Lettie sat at her desk, relatively sure that she was alone, she quietly unwrapped the most recent surprise gift she'd gotten in the mail. A little late for Valentine's day she thought, but upon checking the note, she soon found it to be more of an early birthday present. That and a bunch of other stuff that confused her, but would soon make more sense with context.]

[Once the wrapping paper was binned, Lettie would be faced by... Herself. Considerably smaller of course, but that was without any shadow of a doubt her. The horns and the thin ribbons adorning them, the hooves, the precise peachy shade of her hair, the lace-trimmed surplice she usually wore over her dress about the temple, her rosary and even the gloves she wore. It was really... Uncanny. As she looked into the thing's big, green doe eyes, she wondered if the discomfort she felt was how she made others feel. Someone clearly spent a lot of money or a lot of time on this... Or both. Probably both, in fact. She couldn't help but produce a tiny, wry chuckle as she noticed that even the embroidery around the hole in the surplice for her tail was completely on point. Lettie wasn't aware of there being much point in staring at her rear end with how she dressed hiding so much and all, but clearly someone had done their extensive research on that front regardless.]

[It all seemed to be removable. Even the gloves, she noticed. Just a quick, grim curiosity fueled peak up her own skirt... Great. The underwear was accurate too. Of course it was. She wasn't wearing that pair of bloomers right now, at least. Shuddering, she put the skirt back down and set that worry aside. As she fiddled with a tiny glove, she frowned to herself. Surely it can't be that accurate... That would be absurd. Still, a feeling of dread bubbled in her that she hadn't felt something quite like in a while, now. As she slowly pulled the glove off of the small hand, she found herself holding her breath in... Horrible anticipation, she supposed.]

[Then, that breath got caught in her throat. How did they even get the scarring on her palms so accurate on such a small scale? And to what end? Specifically to terrify her? By now, panic began to well up in her as she flipped the doll onto its front with uncharacteristic frenzy and pushed the dress up, revealing its back. ... Yup. Scars to match there, too. She'd not seen enough of that sigil to confirm it was a perfect match, but it seemed like a fair assumption. Biting her lip, she attempted to control the building nausea as she pulled one of her own gloves off to delicately run a finger over it, a sickening, throbbing phantom-like pain spreading across her back as she felt shape carved into the doll's body. Then with a gasp, she pulled the dress back down.]

[Frankly, she was almost impressed. At this point, she'd not felt nearly this utterly violated in quite some time! Just thinking about it, she wanted to wash and then hide under her blankets. Her first thought was that this might be the work of a particularly deranged member of the clergy... Someone with the level of access required to be peeping on her as she bathed or perhaps changed so regularly as to get this mimicry so perfect. Or perhaps it was one of the ones who'd put those scars there to begin with. A sickening thought. Did they just want to see her naked at this point? Her next suspect was one of the initiates. She'd had some close scrapes herself, in regards to being walked in on by them and she knew she wasn't the only one. But... Who at the temple would even have time for such a thing? And as she re-read the note, it was clear there was either magic or the work of an extremely dedicated stalker at play. She... Wasn't actually sure which would be worse. Or if she even wanted to know at this point. Right now, it felt like she'd seen enough.]

[After steeling herself for the most thorough look-over she could manage for some kind of camera - thankfully she'd been spared that much at least - Lettie breathed a heavy, trembling sigh and gently picked the doll up, straightening its dress out and putting the glove back onto its hand. It was a shame she couldn't gift it to someone else, truly. Not that she'd even consider such a thing, with her very own quite personal secrets etched into the damned thing, but she could name more than one person that might actually like this more than they liked her. Yup. Whether through magic, or the will of a stalker, this thing was staying with her. ... At least it wasn't as if she disliked staring at herself, usually. Maybe she'd get used to it, she hoped. If nothing else, she could use it as a tiny model for dress designs she lacked the time to make properly.]

[Right. This was fine. It was just more of the same. Just... Scarier. She'd have to do a little investigating, just to make sure the temple's secrets were safe, but that was all. With slightly shaking hands, she found the doll a comfortable spot to sit on her desk, taking a moment to move its hands into its lap neatly for reasons she couldn't quite explain. Then she patted it gently on the head with two fingers. Whatever this was, it wasn't its fault. Probably...]

"Keep an eye out for creeps for me?"

[She asked it quietly as she rummaged through her desk drawers, narrowing her eyes when she produced a razor sharp pair of miniature wool clippers. ... She couldn't possibly be seen to resort to violence. Especially at the temple. But... They did make her feel that little bit safer whenever she held them. After slipping them into her belt, she took a deep breath, pulled her own glove back on, plastered on a smile and made her way out of the room to return to her duties. And also to embark in search of something to help with her sudden feeling of illness. Mostly that one, actually.]

[heavensentofficial]

Hello, precious :) I just wanted to check in with you... I hear you've been going through a rough patch and it really breaks my heart! You should be kept in a pretty snow globe with everything you need and no worries or stressors at all...

I've been going through it a bit too! Sometimes I think I might just give up entirely, between my awful job and the loneliness, but when I look at your sweet face I just feel at ease for some reason. (Maybe my reasons for wanting to keep you in a snow globe on my bedside table so I can just constantly stare at you aren't entirely selfless... But I really would make sure you're comfortable and happy in there!)

I'm really glad things seem to be getting better now at least. For a little while, I'd keep coming to the temple and I just couldn't find you in any of the areas I was allowed to go in and going that long without seeing you really stressed me out! I kind of spiraled a little. But it's okay now, please do take care of yourself so this doesn't happen again though...

I think I'll send you some gifts in the mail when my paycheck comes in to cheer you up a little :)

[Lettie sort of knew that she'd likely end up deleting this one within the first two words. Yuck. Still, out of grim curiosity, she found herself continuing to read.

It wasn't... Sexual at least. Just frightening, intense and awfully specific. Why a snow globe in particular? And what part of being ill in a chronic fashion did this person not understand? Perhaps they ought to just save her selfies and stare at those all day if they were so emotionally dependent on that. The thought of someone she didn't even know needing her so badly caused the exhaustion to come rushing back all at once, suddenly.

Pathetic.

As she deleted the message, her gaze drifted over toward some of the gifts she'd gotten yesterday for Valentine's day, finding none other than a themed snow globe on the shelf. She didn't remember what it had come with, but the thing itself suddenly made her very uneasy.

Picking it up, she promptly put it into a box and shoved it away under her bed.]

[heavensentofficial]

I want to keep you under house arrest 🥴

As she lay in bed, looking hazily at her phone, Lettie briefly considered telling Jordan about this message. Seemed like it could be a threat. But then the thought that making them worry any more than they already did would likely backfire came to mind. Besides, she didn't have the energy to go walking across the temple to find them. She was out of bed consistently enough by now, but she'd been keeping most of her activity in a certain radius of her room to be safe.

It wasn't really that bad, anyway. Just more of the same. With a heavy sigh, she deleted it. Into the fire with the others.