#culists

[satoshy12]

It all began when the Cultist summoned the Ghost King to fight the Justice League. And they had a long battle with this creature. As they head off, a phone rings? Danny was busy and having fun. What does Val want now?

the King appears to pick up a phone: "Val, I am busy…! Wait! It's so late! I will finish them now, then I will come."

Danny started to form ice in his hand: "Don't worry, this prison won't kill you. I am busy, I will play with you later. So you can't hurt them anymore." Green Arrow." Hurt?" Danny pointed at the cultist:" For the reason you hunt them and try to hurt their families and children." Flash:" WAIT! THEY TOLD YOU THAT!" Danny looked at those who had summoned him:" Yes." Batman looked at Diana:" This lasso forces people to tell the truth, we can say we are heroes and the cultist summoned you to end the world".

After the mistake was corrected and the cultist ended up in the ice prison. Danny was ready to leave.

Flash:" Can I ask. What was the phone call about?" Danny:" Well, my kid has a school show, I don't want to miss it." As he left. Batman nodded his head, Yes, he understands. Constantine: "So the tyrant is a doting father?" Flash: "Hey! Just because you're a villain doesn't mean you have to be a bad dad.

[dcxdpdabbles]

A cult managed to summon the one true king among the dead. Danny Fenton, reincarnation of Elvis Presley, is summoned while performing Viva Las Vegas (or any other Elvis song) for the school talent show

The cult got the best of them, which is a really frustrating pill to swallow. If there was one thing the Gotham vigilantes pride themselves on, it was the ability to plan so well that others accused them of being Seers.

A few others thought that Batman and his kin were not from this planet or this plane of existence. Yet when it came down to it, they were all, in the end, mere ordinary humans.

That's why their stupid trapped worked so well. It was based on magic, which is much harder to track when the stuff makes their equipment go haywire.

They had each been fooled into coming to the same warehouse at the same time, believing that the call was sent out by one of their own, only to step right into a magical circle that bound them. Now, here they sat, unable to break out of their chains because it wasn't metal but conscious manipulation of light.

Duke tried his best to get them out, but the light had magic constantly moving, and it was hard for his powers to get a proper grip on it. Meanwhile, the cultists surrounded the circle, chanting in a tune to a set of drums.

It would have been an interesting ceremony to observe in any other situation. Bruce has always been fascinated by the various cultures he encounters, from the various worlds on his home planet to those outside of it.

He's never been one to judge others' beliefs, especially after all these years as Batman. He may not have a god, but he's fought alongside some and taken down a few himself. Really, he would have left them alone if they weren't kidnapping people and murdering them.

That was a big no-no.

"My children," The leader of the cult, The Children of the Realms, shouts voice somehow carrying over the bang bang bang of the drums, foot stops of the cults, and the sing-like chanting of the other cultists.

They weren't wearing robes, which was a nice change of cult, but instead dressed in suits and gala-like dresses. Their skins were painted blue for the men and green for the women, with some slight white highlights.

Bruce noted that the Cult leader was the only one not in a black suit but rather a white one. This might be the color of rank, seeing as there were a few women with a slit on their dresses that had white fabric edges and a few men with a white tie. The others were dressed black on black.

Bruce might have mistaken them for the court of owls, but their faces were visible, done up like the group was going out for a night of classy fun instead of camping out in a broken-down warehouse.

"We have captured the fools who claim themselves protectors." He gestures to Bruce and his kids, each staring back with an impassive expression, sharpening the loathing on the man's face. "Their actions drove away our king, but tonight, we finally bring down the heathens! Tonight! We call upon the True King of the Dead and offer him the fools who took his title!"

He left his arms, grinning madly at the crowd. "Tonight, we enter his kingdom, the worthy few! We, my children, will be allowed eternal life within the realms! While we rejoice in the wonders of the Realms, all the sinners will perish for their inability to provide the King with sacrifices to hunt properly! They will die and vanish while we move on to bigger and greater things!" He drops his arms just as the drums and the chant stop. There is a heavy silence before the cultists start cheering.

They embrace each other, smiling, laughing, and crying like they were all just saved—like a devastating war that tore their homes apart has just ended, and they are on the winning side.

The man didn't just yell; they would sacrifice people to their mysterious god for a hunt, not for food or to appease him but for the King's entertainment.

"Now, my children," the cult leader beams after everyone finishes congratulating each other. "Offer your blood as protection, and call forth the King!"

Around the circle, the cultists pull out various knives. Most look like switchblades, but none hesitate to slash their palms and slam them down to smear the blond along the drawn chalk lines.

Bruce's facial expression doesn't so much as twitch, but he's reeling back on the inside as the chalk glows a dangerously dark color. There is a few cracking sounds as green lighting zaps out of the circle and a loud woosh as a portal is ripped open.

A strong wind picks up, blowing everyone's clothes and causing a few to blink and close to their eyes

"Get into position!" the leader commands over the roar of the wind. He rushes behind him to climb into a coffin that Bruce had not noticed earlier.

It's white with silky, soft green plush inside. The Leader lies in a comfortable position, closing his eyes and crossing his arms. The rest rush to the side of the room, where more coffins await them, climbing in with child-like excitement.

None seem to care that theirs are all wooden coffins with nothing of the dazzle or comfort the Leader does. At least they are painted black, even if it only further highlights the quality difference.

It hits Bruce: The reason they are dressed this way is that they are dressed for their funerals. None of them were expecting to get out of this alive, and that's what they were all hopeful for.

"Shit," Duke swears lowly next to Bruce. He starts thrashing around, no longer caring if the cultist notices his attempts to break out of the chains of light. "The shadows are surrounding us. It's going to pull us in!"

Bruce doesn't see anything, but if his son claims it, he has no choice but to thrash around. His other children attempt to do the same. He barely manages to get his feet under him in an attempt to leap when he feels something grab at his ankles and pull.

Drag by an invisible force towards the circle's center, Bruce still attempts to kick his feet. The concrete burns against his cheek and rips his chin a little, and his children let out grunts and startled yelps when they, too, are taken by their legs and dragged right beside Bruce.

They wind up right under the portal, the more minor burst of electricity zipping along his skin like a soft shock one would get from the doorknob after rubbing one's feet against the carpet. He refuses to bow, even if a few cause a flinch or two because right above him, the portal finishes forming.

The wind stops, and the electricity shuts off. There is no sound in the room; everything is still as the vigilantes hold their breath, waiting to see what will happen. Duke is still working on the light chains, sweat pouring down the side of his face.

Sudden smoke fills the room as rays of colorful light beam from the portal. A guitar riff is heard, quickly followed by a set of drums in a rhythm oddly familiar to Bruce.

He raises a brow, confused as the smoke clears to find a teenager dressed like a famous singer his parents used to adore, standing in front of a mic, eyes closed and singing.

Singing and dancing in a perfect imitation of the King. And by that, Bruce does not mean the King of the Dead but Elvis the King.

The boy was signing Burning Love, moving to the music and dancing in place, seemingly unaware he was being moved. Behind him, the portal created an entire stage, complete with modern lights and amps that let him know there was no way this was the man from the fifties.

The portal vanishes once it finishes recreating the lights and hanging on top of the poles that the spotlight hands from a banner read "Casper High Talent Show".

Oh no. Did the cultists kidnap a child by accident? Magic was always a bitch when it came to selection of words.

He finishes his set, letting the last few a hunk, a hunk of burning love, be overshadowed by his rather impressive electric guitar solo. He lets out a breath, then slowly opens his eyes.

A sparkling blue that can not be human peaks out at Bruce as the boy says, "Thank you, everyone, for listening- WHERE AM I!?"

"Do you take requests?" Dick yells back, smiling his disarming grin meant to calm down civilians. "Can you play Hound Dog?"

[boa35]

Lel. Shitpost/incorrect quote idea.

UT: Necro, you're within four feet of people. Where's your T-shirt?

Necro: Please don't make me wear it...

UT: Who has the number for Necro's parole officer? (Freelance is the officer)

Anti: Mm-hm.

Hero: Yep.

Vhamp: I do.

Nerco: *Growls cuz he salty*

*Is now seen wearing a blue T-shirt that says "Bratty Culist"*

Necro: This shade of blue is disgusting...

(Inspired by a Baldi comic I saw once)

UT, Freelance, and Necro belong to @cherry-blossom-qf

Hero belongs to @cloud9v

Vhamp belongs to @pastille-pain

[the-spooky-children]

GUYS SPOOKY MONTH CULISTS IN

GRVITY FALLA

ha

[patchdotexe]

doip. / 8.25.23: Axeholm

welcome back to doip!

apparently satisfactory has an arachnophobia mode where all the spiders are cat jpegs. i adore this ("how is this related" oh yknow)

(i am very arachnophobic so jorb reskinned some of the beasts in this upcoming dungeon to be not spiders! thank you jorb <3) (also this has some extra context provided by me 5 days later, which will be indented and in parenthesis! like this.)

LAST TIME ON DRAGON OF ICESPIRE PEAK: our heroes having just thwarted an attack on falcons hunting lodge by gorthoko decide to sgtage a counter atack! they travel to the circle of thunder, encourtnering an ambush of cultirsts andlong with a very strange tree! upon arrival our heroes dispatch the talos and searhc the area. they discover the cultists had kidnapped a prisoner: a human named arpeo, researching for a wikipedia project! dauble . now, with falcons hunting lodge behind them, our heroes make their way back to phandalin. what quests lie ahead of them? FIND OUT… TODAY!

…okay jorb gave me the actual recap this time. whew

Last time, on Dragon of Icespire Peak!

Our heroes, having just thwarted an attack on Falcon's Hunting Lodge by Gorthok the Thunder Boar, decide to stage a counterattack! They travel to the Circle of Thunder, encountering an ambush of culists, along with a very strange tree, along the way. Upon arrival, our heroes quickly dispatch the remaining forces of Talos stalking the Neverwinter Wood, and move to search the area. It's then that they discover that the cultists had taken a prisoner - a human bard named Arepo, captured while performing research for his encylopedia project. Grateful for the party's aid, he joins them in their quest - with introductions leading to the surprise revelation of Dauble's new name. Now, with Falcon's Hunting Lodge behind them, our heroes make their way back to Phandalin. What new quests lay ahead of them? Find out, today!

heading back to phandalin! dauble leads the way, and it's pretty smooth sailing. oh my god the barrel crab was waiting for us

jason: so when do we find the other two boars? jorb: which boars would those be??? jason: its the triboar trail, so.. jorb: oh, right! yeah you gotta find the ice boar and the fire boar jorb: you already fought zapdos, so,

jorb: [describing phandalin as having been rebuilt as of a couple years ago] jason: that's wild! don't they know what happened? leo: HUH?

phandalin is basically goldshire. we went out of town and we come back and there's more quests for us OOPS WE GOT THE DRAGON SLAYER SWORD BEFORE WE GOT THE QUEST FOR IT. lol lmao …OOPS WE ALSO DID THE WOODLAND MANSE BEFORE WE GOT THE QUEST FOR IT. oh hey, new quest! the dwarven fortress of Axeholm could be a potential refuge place for the Phandalin folk if Cryovain attacks, so we should probably make sure it's safe. hey remember when we went to the dwarven temple and tobias guiding bolted somebody in half

discusing Money. i still have like 140plat?? also electrum coins exist and if you give them to a shopkeeper they'll give you a dirty look

BARREL CRAB BAREL CRAB BARREL CRAB

uh oh the barrel crab has become self aware

BARREL CRAB, Is Dauble Forklift Certified?

barrel crab is the gift that keeps on giving anyway we have successfully gotten directions to the next objective! wahoo

green: would you have let us go the wrong direction? jorb: let's find out! MAKE A SURVIVAL CHECK! green: [audible "D:"]

OH SHIT THE SENDING STONE AAAAAAAAAA TOBIAS AAAAAAAAAA tobias: checking in. body and mind are starting to change. met someone. calls himself glasstaff(?). ran away too. couldnt hide my condition, so ive been researching. WAAAAHH,,,

(i love how tobias uses Exactly 25 Words every time so far. nerd.)

leo: do we wanna tell him about twigbias nyx: No

dauble: good luck. stay hopeful. kepesk: [reassuring] i'm sure that rock's gonna be just fine.

WELCOME TO AXEHOLM! IT'S BIG! and also the grid is messed up so jorb disabled snap to grid.

alidaar is immediately responsible. green: if kepesk gets off zodiark at the right angle--

AREPO HAS A PLUS NINE TO HISTORY? jorb: yeah, arepo's skills are insane. how maybe +9s do you have, jason? jason: uhhh. a couple.

jorb: [narration] jason: --no, there's two. [pause] wait, three.

hm! axeholm may be haunted by a banshee. that's definitely not going to be an issue. also the portcullis is rusted so uhhh time to find a way in! alidaar: i'm gonna do the anime thing of bending the bars [rolls 11] im gonna suck ass

nyx: is the portcullis a dragon? jorb: uh, make a perception check?? jason: i'd like to roll philosophy on that one

jason: it's time for everyone's favorite party game. Time To Throw The Binturong Into The Arrow Slots THE BINTURONG GOT STUCK alidaar has successfully shoved dauble through the hole! nyx: im wearing goggles as a binturong. fuck you

the binturong is attempting to use a winch . THE BINTURONG GOT A NEGATIVE ONE nyx: do i die. jorb: you fall over backwards

dauble has opened the portcullis! [klonoa wahoo] oops there's locked doors. hey dauble pspspsps

DAUBLE HAS EIGHT MAGIC ITEMS

jason: seize the means of… jorb: production, yeah jason: i was trying to think of a word that fit magic items better leo: seize the means of invocation! green: seize the means of enchantment

One Pound Of Thunder Jerky. Each

jorb: what are yall doing [while jason is afk]? leo: alidaar starts fortnite flossing jorb: roll.. acrobatics…? leo: on it boss! [rolls a 13] jorb: you floss.. alright. it's passable. green: i default dance. [rolls a 10]

GOD COULD YOU FUCKING IMAGINE IF SHADOW FLOSSED IN SONIC 3 green: or the biolizard!

dauble has opened the door! and also smacked kepesk with it in the process. man i miss having darkvision uh oh, the fortress is stinky jason: oh that's weird, you woulda thought all the bodies woulda decayed by now ah! well. the bodies have not decayed . the bodies are also alive.

jason: i just noticed i can talk as barrel crab. leo: YEAH :D jorb: barrel barrel!

nyx: that's zodiark.

OH MY GOD NAT20 ARCANA. THANKS AREPO these are ghouls! they roam in packs and are basically non-contagious zombies. and also are probably gonna be a problem.

arepo can change shape??? (he didn't do anything but jason mentioned it and i went Huh???)

the ghouls are SO stinky :(

KEPESK CAN TELEPORT??? kepesk has misty step! neat!

jorb: although [killing] purple would open a travel chasm leo: HUH? nyx: trasm. jorb: i don't know why i tried to get fancy with that.

dauble has word of radiance! man what the heck is your class huh. they have a holy symbol which is a down-pointing dagger on a necklace. Man What The Heck Is Your Class

god i love dual wielding. especially now that i have an extra attack. alidaar stunts all over everyone forever ive been carrying inspiration for 1 irl year. OOPS.

jorb: dauble? leo: dauble? nyx: dauble? jorb: dauble? leo: dauble? green: dauble? nyx: boggle? jorb: boggle! leo: BOGGLE! jorb: SUNDAY! green: sunday sunday sunday! jorb: and saturday

[megamind voice] No Presto? (none of us have prestigitation and everything is SO stinky)

(its also been six years and i still can't spell prestidigitation without spell check. i write my notes in wordpad, which does not have spell check. for the love of god please help me)

jorb: would you like to try another door? there might not be ghouls behind it! jason: this is the worst monty hall problem ever!

green: can i start smelling the doors?

nyx, after not saying anything for a while: boo, we hate your pussy!

apparently if we didn't shove dauble through the hole, we could've climbed down a chimney! and also tried to break the barricaded door but it wouldve taken an ingame hour and alerted Every Ghoul In The Fortress green: easy fight. [..] compelled duel all of them.

jorb: YOU CONFIDENTLY THROW OPEN THE DOOR… green: [loud panic] jorb: …and you find the toilet.

jorb: mercifully, there is nothing in the toilets.

(i think around here we got derailed talking about pre-plumbing castle toilets??? i'm going to spare you the details but it was uh. definitely a conversation)

there is an Unauthortized Fucking Thing (stirge) in the chimney

leo: let's continue the bottom level slee- uh , sweep green: bottom level sweeeeep nyx: bottom sweep jorb: next splatfest: top, bottom, switch nyx: America's Next Top Bottom

OH GOD WYBIE TAGGED ME IN REALLY CUTE ART AND MEANWHILE WE HAVE ENTERED INITIATIVE . OOPS killed the guy! wahoo jorb: does that end your turn? leo: [concerned] ……..ye ah ????

OH NO MORE GUYS . THEY FELL THROUGH THE CHIMNEY??? BRO

jason: [explaining arepo's attack of throwing cards at people] jorb: hold on i have a homestuck image for this leo: of course you do.

(please imagine gif of june homestuck throwing cards everywhere, i don't want to go through the hassle of figuring out how to put a gif in here)

jorb accidentally deleted the ghoul tokens with initiative so the UI broke. oops

wegh . we have hit the point of the night (9:45) where i am very much starting to not exist. i dont think we're even halfway through. Man

jorb: how do you wanna do this? nyx: i yell FUCK YOU and beam it out of existence jorb: [..] he gets raptured, basically [..] jason: what do you think the rapture is..????

kepesk got a gold ring with the symbol of axeholm on it! nothing in the fireplace this time though

WHY IS THERE A 60FT HOLE STRAIGHT DOWN IN THE FUCKING DINING ROOM??? MINECRAFT???????//// jorb: is anyone going on a hole adventure? Alidaar Descends Into The Hole SIXTY FOOT TRASHCAN

(god that's incomprehensible. we found a 60 ft hole in the dining room with handholds so alidaar climbed down it and it ended up being trash disposal.)

[slide whistle noise]

(i do not remember context of the slide whistle.)

aw no the east is stunky and caved in… stinky. not pokemon nyx has foudn a tube

(dauble was exploring the rest of the ground floor and found a tunnel leading to the next floor. and then decided to scuttle back down because No Thanks)

Ah Fuck We've Found Guys green: bro we are dudes. problem?

(at this point i was extremely tired and nyx needed to go so we called it before rolling initiative. this is also why my notes sharply decline into being incomprehensible)

play of the game: nyx fucking rapturing a guy

barrel crab barrel crab barrel crab

BARREL CRAB BARREL CRAB BARREL CRAB

[444names]

the entire entry on "listig" from the wiktionary

Adifferms Adinte Adistig Adistive Adistived Adjecen Adjectig Afrikaant Afrive Afrom Afron Afrong Afronts Afronunds Alectig Alsom Alsompa Alsout Anagrapt Anatige Anten Antent Anter Arach Arache Arafrog Arams Aratigult Areadion Arewd Ascen Asterms Audingne Audistɪç Aulis Betwee Betweend Betymolog Betymore Betyms Canagen Canative Comid Comilist Comilista Cominflen Comints Compa Compar Congurthe Conyms Crach Crafrikan Crams Crapt Crative Culistion Cunceid Cundan Cundands Cundes Cundeut Cundeutch Cunds Cuniness Cuning Deceid Decle Declecte Decler Decte Dected Dectedin Decten Dectendan Dectented Decter Decterlar Decterms Dectig Dectigent Dectigure Defaita Defaithe Defaithen Defauding Defaudion Denation Dendan Densimid Dents Derbuch Derbucher Deren Derive Derman Dermans Derms Descher Deutch Deuts Differ Differms Digar Dighe Dionten Dionts Dionunds Distig Distɪç Doger Dogerbuch Doore Dooren Doorted Doorter Doorther Doorthful Doortrach Dutsceita Dutsch Ension Equivaler Equive Equived Etwed Etwedig Etweding Etwee Etween Faita Faitaler Faitful Faithe Faithelar Faither Faudion Faudist Faudistig Fault Figar Figas Figascult Figastig Figen Figere Figher Fighet Figstiger Figstive Frikaan Frikan Frikans Frivales Frive Frompa Front Fronte Fronted Fulaten Fulish Fulistig Gentsch Gerlatig Helarach Herbucher Hundans Hundant Hundectig Hundeuts Hunds Hunin Huninfle Huning Huningul Hunint Hunnin Hunning Hunnint Hunnints Hyphe Hypheithe Hyphen Hypher Hyphet Igarglis Ighen Ighens Igher Igsta Igstig Igstige Igstio Ilare Ilatig Ilative Iliste Ilistɪç Illistɪç Inager Inated Inatighet Inesce Infle Infleceid Inflecles Inflecte Inflen Infles Ingness Ingul Ingurewd Ingurted Intente Ipara Iparent Iparewd Istich Istig Istigstig Istiong Kaant Kander Ligastily Ligstive Ligular Likants Likey Linatived Linflen Linfless Lingnes Lingure Lingurewd Linte Lints Lintsch Lishre Lishrelar Listalen Listed Listen Lister Listerewd Listes Listicher Listigar Listigent Listighe Listighen Listigher Listigul Listilar Listillen Listily Listio Listion Listiong Listiont Listivar Listive Listived Listiven Listrate Listrog Listroger Listrompa Listron Listɪç Lis‧tich Lis‧tighe Lis‧tiong Lis‧tive Lɪstalso Lɪster Lɪstes Lɪstich Lɪstig Lɪstiger Lɪstive Lɪstiven Mansin Mansiong Mascul Mascunine Mastig Middler Milis Milista Milistig Mille Mingness Molog Mologe Mologents Mology Morenatig Mortrafty Mortrog Nescunds Nomid Nomiddlen Nomilare Nomily Nompa Nonundes Noted Notens Noter Noterms Ochen Ocher Ocherbuch Ochetyms Ounce Oundants Ounden Ounder Ounning Outch Prach Prapt Prative Promid Pronyms Readiffer Relatige Relative Rellen Rellis Rente Räved Rävendan Seenated Seenatich Seent Seents Seentscen Shren Simid Similista Simily Siming Sinflen Sinted Siong Slyne Slyneid Slynescen Slynon Slynonyms Slynot Sompa Sompar Souncen Souts Sprach Sprapt Spratess Spratig Sprom Sprompare Spron Spronunds Stich Stigen Stigstive Stigure Stilyne Stiong Stionte Stionyms Stivar Stive Strom Stronund Super Superbuch Supere Superlara Supermas Swedig Sween Sweens Sweente Syneid Syneita Syneithen Synes Syness Synompa Synon Synot Synoten Synoter Tension Tents Theid Therbuch Therive Therms Thful Trach Trams Troger Trompa Trongness Tront Tronyms Undan Undand Undansing Uning Unnineita Unning Usagen Usager Usagerewd Usagrach Utche Utsce Utsch Utscundan Valensine Vales Valeschen Valso Varach Varapt Varen Whellere Wilar Wilare Wilate Wille Willecen Willented Wilynes Wilynot Wörted Wörten Wörthe Wörthen Wörther

[818zombie]

My mothman culist

[cultist-vessel]

  [ The culist allows him to speak and struggle to look for look for answers that probably weren't even there. He listens and nods, giving him all the patience in the world… though before he could speak himself, the poor guy full of detergent suddenly let it all back out. ]

“ Hoo-! ”

  [ It certainly caught him off guard! Eyes wide freezing for a moment… and sighing. He's dealt with worse before. Much worse. He simply slips out of his cloak- don't worry old man fans! He's got an outfit under there that looks hot on him too! In fact, it show much more of him than the cloak does! Big win! ]

“ Hush, now… it is alright. ”

  [ With a snap of his fingers, his dirty cloak vanishes in a small puff of smoke. Off to somewhere else, it seems. ]

“ Be calm, be still. I hold no anger. Let us get you cleaned up. ”

ROUND 2 BITCH. *shoves tide pods inside oren's mouth* WE DO NOT QUIT. except for the 200 times i attempted this bUT WHATEVER

[ LP pulls your hand out of his mouth, swallowing those stupid fuckigin blue and orange gushers down ]

" --holy shit easy man - ! " " relax " " i am not doing that right now. i have somewhere to be in a couple hours. i got hot boy things to do !! " " i gotta.. i like.. " " ...hm "

[ But despite the rather rough handling of him... You have appealed to his competitive nature..... ] [ LP, regrettably does not take L's... ]

[ 1 hour in and he's about a hundred tidepods down and he is feeling like ass and also? He doesn't even know the stats of this challenge. Has he won yet? ] [ ???Better finish another box just to be sure?? ]

[aliaslittlewilliam]

Cycling Fashion, Turin, Italy

Copyright @aliaslittlewilliam

[hardcore-alcoholic]

LOOK I DUNNO EAITHER- I DONT PAY ENOUGH ATTENTION TO ALOT OF THIS STUFF ANYWAYS.

Jesus christ. A road trip is happening with the main crew plus Joseph but I doubt that goes anywhere anytime soon. A wallace is getting married to a mobile meanwhile whatever BS you and mobile are going through

Uh...Ken ended up with his ex Jason and then all these yanderes are popping up for some fucking reason

Ans then there's tge multiple versions of you. Like girl wallace, yandere and nega-wallace (or whatever they go by I forgot-)

And apparently there's a culist version of Matt???? And a girl version of Matt and-

GOD THERES TOO MUCH. TOO CONFUSING.

You think you got it bad- boy apparently I GOT A KID???

so basically a robot u and a robot gideon was fighting over a scott

…Are the twins behind this? Did the Katayanagi twins make them?

Over Scott?? Like ok, I get the appeal but—

Just… What is going on? I leave you all to take a nice relaxing bath, and now Mobile’s involved with more..

Crazy Robotic Shenanigans??

-W.W.

[whore-ibly-hot]

Outsider in.

Yandere!Cultist x Reader

Minors DNI

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, dark content, suggestive content, manipulation, mentions of violence, murder, general manhandling of reader, religious references, cult behavior.

(AN: Two posts in one night? Look at me go. I re-watched Children of the Corn recently, so that was the inspiration and vibe for this. Some obvious similarities will be seen.)

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It wasn't your fault when you crashed. You couldn't have known that the unmapped zone you were driving through had been scrubbed from the maps and records for a reason. You couldn't have known that the gas station attendant would cut your brakes while you were inside getting snacks, and you certainly couldn't have known what awaited you just beyond that gas station parking lot.

The smell of smoke and burning rubber fills your nostrils, causing your lungs to burn as they rise and fall rapidly. Your head pounds, vision blurry. Sat in the front seat of the now busted up car, you can see through the front of the car where a windshield once was, now shattered across the dashboard and floor. You see what looks like some sort of well, lodged up against the front of your car, the metal around it bending to fit around the rounded edge of the construction. You had left the gas station and began north down the mostly empty farm road, when a turn came up. You had attempted to slow the car to make the turn, but were unable. The cars steering wheel froze up, and the brakes jammed. You were unable to stop the vehicle and let out a cry as it continued forward, barreling through the rows of corn that had lined the road. The crops had actually been quite scenic just a few minutes ago, but now as they rushed past in a blur of yellows and greens, they were nothing but overstimulating. Suddenly, you had jolted forward as the car hit the well, glass shattering around you. As you now lay there, feeling your consciousness slip away with every labored breath. As your vision blurs, and finally fades to black, you see several dark, blurry forms emerge from the crops and surround the car. Then, all is quiet.

Yan!Cultist had been in the chapel, observing with watchful eyes as the younger followers listened to the leaders sermon. As the first convert, Yan!Culist, born under the name of Joseph, had been appointed as the leader's right hand, despite his not being the oldest in the commune. Joseph stood to the side of the worn wooden pulpit, hearing, yet not listening to Gabriel's sermon. On top of the pulpit had laid a worn leather journal, upon which the sigil of "The Children of His Divine Judgement " was carved. The book, of which only Gabriel and Joseph had copies, detailed how the incident, or as the group would refer to it, 'the salvation', came to fruition.

Gabriel had been the first to speak to him, their lord. He spoke only through Gabriel, cementing his word as law. It was Joseph, who had witnessed first-hand the divine power of the lord, who converted first. Knowing how stubborn and angry Joseph had been, his sudden allegiance to Gabriel had shocked the towns youths, and soon they came to listen, and even revere the sermons and orders Gabriel gave. It was then, several months after Josephs conversion, that another demonstration of the lords power took place, this time in front of all the converts. A drought had taken place, killing the crops and cutting the town off from both food and financial security. While the adults and elders of the town starved, their children miraculously stayed healthy. They thought of this as a miracle of the christian god, though the children knew this was rather a curse from their deity, one met to rid the county of non-believers. A small area behind the old chapel had been set aside and blessed by Gabriel. It was here a well was dug, and a garden planted. The garden bloomed even in drought, when all other crops had shriveled and died. Soon, as the non-believers began to die off, Joseph grew impatient. He had asked Gabriel if their lord would permit 'speeding up' the cleansing. While Gabriel had scolded him for daring to suggest something to him and their all-knowing deity, he returned to his room for a period of just a few hours, before returning and allowing the slaughter. All followers above the age of 13 years grabbed the available weapons, farming tools, and even sticks, and carried out the slaughter of any remaining adults and elders that the drought had not yet killed off. When the bloodbath ended, only children and youths from the ages of 2-18 remained. Several years have passed since then, and many of the once young converts have grown. As Joseph recalled all of this, one of the followers bursts through the door.

The boys explanation is fast-paced and loud, though both Joseph and Gabriel manage to understand. An outsider has been caught, after one of the children sabotaged their car on the outskirts of town, while out on a fuel run for the community. "They crashed into the well, we think they may still be alive. What would you have us do?" The boy asks. Gabriel furrows his brows. "Who damaged the vehicle?" He asks. His voice is cold, and Joseph recognizes the tone, for he knows it well. "Sermon is over, return to your homes, and do not leave until the outsider has been dealt with!" Joseph yells, causing the children to spill out from the pews and into the aisle of the church, rushing out the door.

"Mary cut the vehicles brakes, y-you had instructed we needed more creative ways to lure in outsiders..." The boy explains, now feeling meek under the shared judgmental gaze of the two leaders in front of him. The boy feels himself shrink before them. "I had ordered for more lures, this is true, but Mary has inadvertently caused the outsider to crash into the well. The first well, and the very one that our lord blessed in the first drought, in order to give us sustaining water. Now tell me, is this monument damaged?" The boy gulps, and Joseph can't help but suppress a smirk, the feeling of power, though he is not the one wielding it, is invigorating. "No, no that I am aware of. Mary, she, she had no control over where the car went, she just wanted to help. Please-" Gabriel raises a hand, silencing the boy. "Mary must face punishment for this mistake. Do not mistake that I understand her good intentions. In the end, she did bring us an outsider, and for this her punishment shall be minimal." The boy sighs, relieved for his friend. Gabriel smiles and nods, and Joshua can't help but feel an annoyance grow in his stomach at the 'holier-than-thou' attitude of the pious young man.

Joshua had initially been willing to listen and follow Gabriel's plans, as the boy had promised the lord would bless them with power and glory, placing them first in his holy order. However, though the lord had both protected them and shown them his fury, it often did not feel like enough. Watching the praise Gabriel received for being the lord's messengers angered him, and he had no doubts that Gabriel knew this. While Gabriel gave out his fair share of cruel orders and punishment, as his right hand man it was Joshua's task to carry them out. While Joshua had no problem with this, he knew it was only a duty given to him to further darken his reputation in the commune, and shed a more angelic light on Gabriel. While Gabriel was respected and feared, he was still a religious figure, and one that the people rallied behind. Joshua was just feared, both before the creation of the cult and after. He had been a bit of a bully before, but it became much worse once he had an outlet under the guise of Gabriel's orders. He also knew this duty was given to him and Gabriel saw himself as too good for the manual labor required to carry out the punishment. While Joshua ran all across the commune, delivering messages and orders, building houses with the others and working in the fields, Gabriel sat in his priestly chambers, 'conversing' with the lord, according to himself. Gabriel turns to him then, and he snaps out of it. "Joshua, go and collect the outsider. I trust it won't be too hard for you to handle, considering they are unconscious." Gabriel smirks. Joshua holds in a remark, and only nods, trudging out of the church.

Upon approaching the well, he sees the dilapidated car crumpled on the southern side of the well, the fire having been dealt with by the first converts to arrive on the scene. Joshua orders for a group of the strongest boys to begin deconstructing and salvaging any fuel from the car. No outside influence needs to enter the commune, Joshua and Gabriel know this well. A group of children are huddled around a figure. Joshua's anger flares, and he pushes into the crowd. "Move! Have I not instructed you to remain in your homes until this has been dealt with?" He shouts, and the group scatters. He grunts. He knows that only the young children in the church had heard his instruction, but he needs an outlet for the frustration caused by Gabriel. As he approaches your figure, he feels as though a force is halting him. His breath catches in his throat. A young outsider lays before him, certainly no older than 19. Though dirt and bruises litter your arms and shoulders, it does not distract Joshua from the sight of such an attractive person before him. You're dressed in the garb of outsiders, which reminds him greatly of the time before the lord came. Since the massacre of non-believers, all outside influence was placed in a locked area in Gabriel's home, and is occasionally brought out for sermons. Clothes were changed to ones that could be easily crafted, worn and worked in for years, then handed down and eventually reused for other purposes. According to your clothes, style in the outside world has changed much since then.

Joshua kneels on the earth beside you, his eyes focused intently on your calm face. He reaches out a hand, brushing your face with the back of his palm. He had intended to use his touch to jolt you awake, but found himself enraptured. Your soft skin contrasts heavily with the calloused rough skin of his hands, worn from hard labor around the commune. As his breathing becomes heavy and his face flushes, your eyes crinkle. You let out a soft groan, and he recoils his hand quickly, as if suddenly aware of the trance he was in. He shakes his head, his features returning to the bitter look he was so well known for. You flinch once more, before your eyes flutter open. You gasp slightly, as light floods your eyes. You attempt to sit up, but let out a hiss of pain at the feeling of your sore muscles. You lean forward as much as you can, and try to look around. You're laid on the ground, near your car. Memories of the crash flood back to you, and you jolt, ignoring your pain in order to go find help. Just as you do, a sudden sharp pressure lands on your wrist. You look over, and see a much taller boy in odd, old-fashioned garb gripping onto your wrist like a vice. While you should be glad to ask someone to help you, something about the boy is wrong. His eyes are filled with an unplaceable emotion, one that looks not unlike the gaze of a predator on the nature channel, about to pounce on small prey. This look only increases your fear, adrenaline from the crash still coursing through you. Your heart beats wildly, and your breathing rapidly increases as you stare at the wild boy. "W-who are you, where am I?" You ask, attempting to squirm away from him. His ignores this, not releasing you from his grip. He stares at you intently for a moment more, before opening his mouth to speak. Before he can, another male voice rings out.

"Joshua, display to me the outsider." The boy glares, before his hand moves to grab your free wrist and yank you up, causing you to whine once more at your sore body. Joshua, as you assume his name must be, holds your wrists behind your back. He keeps uncomfortably close, even for a captor. His chest presses against your back, and you feel hot breath on your neck, making you shiver. Before you, a shorter boy steps forward, a book in one hand. He is dressed in a similar old-fashioned manner to Joshua, though his garb is darker, and a little cleaner. It seems as though this boy may be of a higher standing than the boy restraining you. "Hello, outsider." The young boy before you coos, his eyes calm, yet his tone makes you cautious. He's a few years younger than both you and Joshua, but his attire and outfit suggests he's more than meets the eye. "You've certainly made an entrance, what brings you to our home?" He asks. You immediately shake your head and launch into an explanation, anxiety evident in your ramblings. "I didn't mean to intrude, or trespass on your land, I-" You catch your breath. "My car crashed, something went wrong with the brakes. I didn't mean to crash into your well, really. Maybe we can just call the police, I don't want any trouble. I'll pay for damages-" The boy puts a hand up, and squints his eyes at you, as if shushing you. You fall silent, a little offended at being hushed like a whiny child.

"Do not worry, we have taken no offence to your intrusion." He says. "My name is Gabriel, and you have stumbled onto our holy land." He explains. You tilt your head, you weren't aware anyone lived out here, and there certainly wasn't anything about a town on the map. "I didn't know anyone lived out here..." You say. Gabriel chuckles, a cold laugh. "We do our best to keep a low profile. Contact with the outside world is heavily limited." As he explains further, you look around and notice all of the buildings are outdated farm houses, barns, and a chapel. Their attire suggests they must be a very religious sect that lives out here. "I understand, sorry to have intruded. Let me just call a ride-" You try to reach into your back pocket, but your arms are still being held by Joshua. You see Gabriel grin as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry to repeat myself, outsider, but as I said we keep contact with the outside world limited. We've had to confiscate that phone of yours." That feeling of dread creeps back into you. "But, I really need to call someone, it won't take but a minute." You beg. Gabriel sighs. "Outsider, our lord commands that we cleanse those who are impure, and destroy what he approves not of. Our town was once full of the non-believers, but now, look around." He motions to the buildings, and you notice there are very few people. No cars exist in the town you can see down the way, and all the inhabitants seem rather young. "W-what do you mean 'cleanse the impure'?" You ask, feeling your knees weaken. "Most are too dirtied with the ways of the world, and obey gods other than our lord. They would corrupt and defile land and society with their impure ways. The elders, men and women were too far gone, to set in their ways. My lord sent me a message, and told me they would not see the light." He rants. He suddenly stops, and glances at you, a small gleam in his eyes. "What... what did you do to them?" You ask softly, fearing you know the answer. "They had to be killed." You let out a choked breath, your knees buckling below you. What had been a simple road trip had turned into a life-or-death situation. As you kneel, sobbing and shaking on the floor, Gabriel pouts, looking at you as if you were a scared child, his gaze patronizing.

"Joshua." Gabriel motions down at you, and Joshua grips your chin, softening his grip slightly when you inhale sharply. He feels tear drops falling from your cheeks and landing on the backs of his palms, rolling down his arm and staining his shirt. He stares at the wet patch for a moment, considering not washing that sleeve again. Gabriel leans in and coos. "Fear not, outsider. You are still young, and it is not yet too late for you. I wish to offer you mercy, as our lord granted us." You blink, a few more tears leaking out of your eyes as you wait for him to continue. "Join us, and offer yourself to our lord and our ways-" He pauses and looks towards the town with a thoughtful gaze. He then turns back to you and continues. "-or join the impure. The choice is yours." He leans back, rearing to stand over your kneeling form. Joshua's grip on your wrist tightens, not in annoyance, but rather excitement, and surprise. Gabriel rarely lets any outsider join, though he supposes he was just a little younger than you when he converted.

Scared, hungry, and tired, you figure you have no choice. Maybe, once you've regained your strength and healed, you could escape. For now, you know you must remain here. "O-okay, I'll join you. Just, please don't hurt me." You whimper. Gabriel smiles, and clasps his hands together. "Wonderful! You know, just a couple of days ago we had to inflict a rather severe punishment on one of our own, so we actually have a room available. I'm sure Joshua will help set you up." Gabriel and Joshua share a few words before Gabriel departs back to the chapel. Joshua roughly pulls you up, parading you to a nearby farmhouse. He heads upstairs, entering a quaint bedroom with a bed, floral wallpaper, and a wash-basin.

He closes the door behind him quickly, before rifling through the drawer of the wash-basin. From inside, he pulls out an outfit of similar simplicity to his own. The well folded fabric hits you lightly in the chest as he tosses it at you. "Clothes from the impure world are not allowed, Gabriel will want you to change into something more appropriate." He says. You only nod, and begin to unfold the fabric. As you examine the outfit, you notice Joshua is leaning against the wash-basin, not leaving. "Um... aren't you going to leave. You said I need to change." You say. "I did, and I'm not leaving so you can try to make a run for it." He snaps. "Can you please turn around then, this isn't very appropriate." He rolls his eyes. "Turn my back to an outsider and leave me vulnerable to an attack? Unlikely. Stop whining, and change!" He slams his hand onto the wash-basin, making you squeak in fear. He stops when he sees your fear, and huffs. He doesn't enjoy that seeing you afraid isn't pleasurable like it is when he torments the other followers. When he glances back up, he feels his face grow warm, face colored a deeper shade of red than it was the day he spilt the blood of the townsfolk. You've taken your shirt off, and are now attempting to undo the buttons on your pants, a task that proves difficult due to your trembling hands. Once you finally remove them, you step out, now exposed save for your undergarments. The stress of the day on top of the embarrassment of being bared before this boy sends you over the edge, and you refrain from redressing in the new clothes. Instead, you begin to sob once more, and cover yourself with your arms. Joshua's eyes widen. While he likes the sight of your exposed form, he doesn't enjoy the trembling person before him. Unfortunately, Joshua is not equipped to handle comforting someone, and approaches you in the only way he can think of that is mildly comforting.

"God, you outsiders can't do anything for yourselves, can you?" He pushes you back onto the nearby bed, forcing you to sit down. He grabs the lower garment of clothing, and begins to slide it up over your ankles, and onto your waist. His breathing grows unstable as he moves the fabric upwards, the thin cloth the only thing between him and your plush thighs. Before now, all marriages and courtships had been approved through Gabriel, and Joshua himself had had no time for impure thoughts and boyish crushes, much less a courtship. But now, as your weak, frightened self sits before him, almost entirely naked and alone, he feels a stirring in his pants, as a warmth builds. Much more, he feels a stirring in his heart. He grimaces, trying to shake off those thoughts as he finishes buttoning up the lower garment. He slips your arms into the sleeves of a shirt, and begins buttoning the front up. Just a few buttons from the top, he pauses, just under your chest. He stares, and you watch in fear, unsure what he's thinking as he stares intently at your chest. He doesn't stop himself as he slips a hand just into the fabric for a moment, allowing him to brush a hand against the left most part of your chest. His cold touch makes you gasp, and he removes his hand, finishing up with the buttons. "Why did you do that?" You ask. "I had to fix a crease. Gabriel prefers a neat follower." He coughs, standing back up. "Come, we need to get you to sermon. Gabriel will want you in the front row." He practically pushes you out of the door, and as you stumble, you don't notice he takes an extra minute in the room, slipping your previously discarded shirt into his overall pocket.

[kottkrig]

Lafayette seems like a nice person. Can I get some juicy lore on them? I like their haaands.

Lafayette is a professional tailor and the youngest of Lucretia's disciples, who hasn't come as far as the other two because of his struggles with anxiety (and not wanting to kill people! imagine that, as a dark magic cultist smh)

While he's meek for the shadow clergy he's in, his mentor believes that he could become a good priest because he's compassionate and warm and empathizes a lot with other traumatized undead. <:')

Some meaner culists bully him a lot though because he's so "far behind".. and yet the Shadow Mother believes in him.

[marsheelow]

Darn I haven't drawn this culist in a while-

dare I say that the hair doesn't look completely awful :D

[swan2swan]

ATTENTION, CULISTS!!!

[dreadnaught-demon]

!! there they are!

[incorrect-vast-error]

Husske: Were you two frying marbles?

Corn Culist #1: We were testing to see if the smoke detector worked.

Corn Culist #2: It doesn’t.