#lambpost

[rollercoasterwords]

they r going to do crazy things to ur sacrificial lamb post

to be fair they already have been….one person on here reblogged it & added an incredibly long & detailed breakdown of how they thought each character from south park would react to reading the post

[ombekende]

the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb

[gohannygo]

Emerie as the Lambpost

Free my girl Emerie

Like yeah she’s done some things wrong but who hasn’t??? Imagine if you were sent away to live with some freaky ass scientist man named royce

[cr0ws-doodles]

you cant even sacrifice your favourite docile and sweet sacrificial lambs anymore. Bc of WOKE

[honeyedheartss]

OMG LAMBPOST ANNIVERSARY!!!!! happy bday to the post that made me throw up and call my bff crying so hard he thought someone died 😋

finally finished the comic based on the post by @rollercoasterwords

[msbdoodls]

The priest's favorite sacrificial lamb ft. oc Enoch Calryn

[spookiserenity]

narilamb is two sopping wet idiots trying to woo eachother and failing miserably. shamgoat is a power couple so scary that the timelines had to separate them. do you understand my vision.

[cultofthelambdoodles]

Hi y'all! Lamb here! So, I wanted to show y'all a bit around!

So, these are the Lands of the Old Faith!

Ok so there's a lot to talk about.

First is Darkwood, right!

Not much to say about Darkwood, but its quite nice! If I had to pick where to live, this would be it. The climate is nice. Aaaand I'm getting out of track.

So Leshy's temple is around the center right there, then at the edge of the Branch Peninsula sits the Pilgrim's Passage! Which due to the many rocks and islands surrounding it is usually filled with shipwrecks.

Fun fact! There's only one way to get in or out of thr lands. By the Pilgrim's Entry. Any and all boats coming or leaving must stop there to do a full cargo inspection and visa check.

The passage and entry sit on the Split Ocean. My mother told me stories about a lot of the land, and this was one of them. Apparently, the first god split the lands from the world with an axe, and created this ocean. Cool, right? She also says that deep in the horizon resides his body, impaled by the bishops.

Ok ok next is Anura!

Here was Heket who was pretty hard to understand when she spoke. Ok so!

Dead center is her temple.

Now, over west is Spore Grotto! Here lives a friend called Sozo! He's an ant that just LOVES menticide mushrooms! Now, usually I brought him some once a year for decades but last year he told me to leave him alone for a bit. Weird but hey, his deal, not mine.

Then there's Midas's cave whichI HATE!I won't talk about it, just avoid Midas, he's a douchebag who just wants to steal your gold!

Now, south there's The Frog's Neck, a teeny tiny passage where not much happens, and off shore is... lemme check the name.., RAKSHASHA'S PLACE! Dear Narinder what a name. Anyways the dude makes GREAT food!

And off east there's a giant pumpkin patch but nobody cares.

Up north is Anchordeep! I really like the place, when I mapped it out, it had the shape of a squid!

This is Kallamar's domain, his temple sits in the head gulf. Honestly. You'd think Anchordeep is a desolate no man's land, but when festival season hits its absolutely amazing! And don't start me on the food!

Off Anchordeep are The Depths. Basically, the borders of Anchordeep are a giant cliff that is so deep you can't see the bottom.

Then there's Silk Cradle, former domain of Shamura. They used to have their temple dead center too. Silk Cradle connects to the webbed sea, which has that name due to the amount of foam that forms in it. There's also that lonely island which people say a god resides in, but if there is, they're probably long dead from the bishops.

There's also the northern peaks!

I've heard that was the old domain of The Twin Gods, Brutus and Plight. However they say greed was their demise, and now what's left of them is their lifeless body and their temple, the prettiest in the land. Sad, but hey, bigger they are, stronger they fall.

And finally there's the Dead Savanna! This used to be Nari's domain (which, I see why he wanted more). I was brought to his old temple and now we have a cult there!

Now, it wasn't ALWAYS dead. It used to thrive with. Problem is, most were lambs and... yeah...

There's also some other spots like that place I labeled the start,which was the family farm! I grew up right there! Being between 3 kingdoms helped business a lot. And at the end, they executed me like 10 minutes from there... Quite poetic isn't it?

And then there's also a lot of uncharted territory down south-east, which is the continent the old faith supposedly split from. Might have to check some day.

Anyways, that's that. Lamb out! Gotta show Nari around! And his kits too IG.

[rollercoasterwords]

ok personal top 5 least favorite responses 2 lambpost:

1. terfs going ‘woman moment’ -> your politics are rooted in a fundamental reinvestment in the very sex binaries that undergird patriarchal power & your analysis of this post is shallow & mean-spirited. immediate block

2. ‘get therapy LOL’ -> health itself is a social construct as is mental health & therapy is not a neutral institution. your assumption that anything deemed strange/abnormal/uncomfortable must be the result of an emotional state in need of ‘fixing’ indicates a lack of critical self-reflection as to how and within what institutional confines your own ideas about what is ‘normal’ & ‘healthy’ have developed

3. ‘wait is this deep & meaningful or is it weird & horny i can’t tell’ -> your inability to reconcile the fact that the erotic can be meaningful & the grotesque sexual paired with your assumption that art must have a single, fundamental True meaning is tiresome

4. ‘oh yeah well i’m NOT the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb because i bite & kick & fight back’ etc etc -> ok. why r u on the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb post then

5. ‘clearly the Actual Meaning of this post is X & anyone interacting w it in a different way is a freak/brain damaged/incapable of critical thought/etc’ -> do u enjoy the pedestal u have built for urself. does it make u feel special.

personal top 5 favorite responses 2 lambpost:

1. this comic by @honeyedheartss -> beautiful & i am always thinking abt it <3

2. these tags by @unclemagnemite -> genuinely a fresh & fun interpretation i had not considered which added something new 2 my own experience of a post i wrote. also very funny

3. people making webweave posts w supernatural & succession characters -> this is what social media is meant for. also ur so right that character is definitely the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb…

4. this fanart by @penaltyboxboxbox -> idk who that man is or why he’s the favorite sacrificial lamb but i think it’s so cool how his guts r out

5. this comment on tiktok -> let’s all hold hands & become alpha wolfs. together <3

[velvetw0rmz]

WOAHHHH thanks for all the love on my lamb and goat y’all are amazinggg❤️

[askacultleader]

[berryless]

Weekend worth of all at once

Sunday x Original Female Character (Angst, PG || 1.3k words || Sunday POV, Stellaron Hunter Sunday AU, before Charmony Festival and a timeskip later, some goodbyes and apologies are made)

⤝ previous part

Read this work on Archive of Our Own.

"I thought you were booked all the way until the end of the Charmony festival. How come you're here?" Sejal asked, face surprised, but she still leaned closer, pulling him in, and Sunday let himself fall into her embrace, trying to remember the feeling.

"I managed a few minutes to spare," he said quietly, soaking in her presence. His voice didn't tremble, his hands didn't waver, and yet an aching, bone-deep bitterness spread inside his chest at the thought that this will be the last he'll see of her.

"You okay?" Sejal's voice was as soft as her fingers threading through his hair, and Sunday chased the touch, eyes half-lidded.

"…I'm ready."

He always was, his life long set on the course of orchestrating this moment. Whether he was fine or not did not matter in the grand scheme of things so long as he could fulfill his purpose.

"Don't push yourself too hard, hmm?" Sejal pressed his head down to print a kiss on his forehead. "I know the festival is important, but you're even more so."

Sunday couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"I'll try," he lied.

"Good." Sejal cupped his face and held hers against it, speaking gently into his lips, "I know you can do it. You worked so hard for it. Even if some mishap will happen, no one will disparage the effort you put into this."

He looked at her intently, right into her smiling clueless eyes, right into her wounded weary soul that still found in herself a sliver of kindness to spare for others.

"It will be perfect," Sunday promised, covering her hands with his own. "I'll make sure it is."

An eternal paradise of safety and happiness for everyone at the expense of a single sacrifice—such price was barely worth mentioning.

"I believe in you," Sejal laughed and kissed him, and Sunday tightened his hold on her, tippling the essence of this sole last moment like a hopeless drunkard chasing the high.

It wouldn't get any better for him. Not for him.

But it would—for everyone else, and that's all that mattered.

"See you in a dream."

It wouldn't be him there, but if it was important to her, if he was important, Sejal would find him in her paradise. Sunday hoped she would.

"Or not," Sejal smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief. "For such an occasion I might actually use my waking self to congratulate you when this all ends."

Sunday smiled back, not feeling his lips.

"Don't," he said softly, fingertips ghosting her cheek. "Sleep well. That's all I want for you."

"You're not part of the script," Sunday said slowly.

"Surprise guest appearance."

Sejal stepped out of the shadows and bowed to him, her leathery tail making a graceful curve in the air. She looked the same way she did at Penacony, she acted like nothing had changed since then, even though everything did, and Sunday couldn't just close his eyes and pretend to believe it, because the time for dreams had passed.

He was wide awake now.

And he would stay awake until the time for curtain call comes.

"Why did you wake up..?"

"I never planned on sleeping forever. Penacony was always no more than a dream, bound to end sooner or later."

"Why are you here then? You should've left me in that dream."

"Is that what you want..?"

"…"

Sejal cupped his cheek, and Sunday fought against himself to turn away from her instead of leaning into her touch. His fingers ached, his fists squeezed tightly.

"Please…" He asked her quietly, barely above the whisper, hoping Sejal would understand him without words, when he wasn't sure what he begged for himself.

She did not.

"Please what?" Her hand slid to trace his ear. Sunday had to take a sharp breath of air, backing away from her touch only to feel her fingers catching his wing, palm pressed against his head. "If you want me to leave, you have to say it properly. Because right now…"

Sejal tugged him closer, cradling his stuttering, breaking heart with her hand.

"You don't sound like you want that."

That would be because he did not.

Still, Sunday clasped her wrist in his grasp, pulling her hand away from his chest. Sejal allowed him to do it without any resistance, just as she always did, and somehow that made it harder to let her go. To completely push her away, even though he should've done that.

Because Sunday was certain—if he'd ask her, she'd leave without a fight.

"…What do you want from me?" Sunday said quietly, feeling her pulse through his gloves. "I have nothing of value to give."

Sejal sighed.

"I would've tried to swoop the whole package, but I guess the Slave of Destiny struck you a deal first, so there's not much—if anything—left of your free time, yes?"

"…Why would you want that..?"

She tilted her head and looked at him like that was the most foolish question Sunday could ever ask. Even though it was completely logical.

"I am a wanted criminal with a price that's only going to rise in the future," he reminded her of the obvious.

Sejal frowned, her hand slipping away from his wing.

"You don't think it's the price for your head that I'm after..?"

…When it dawned on him that prior to those words, he never even considered such possibility, Sunday himself was startled. How could he, a man always wary and cautious, one that was used to plan for all outcomes, not think of something so obvious..?

Sejal tensed in his grasp, his silence echoing in palpable hurt in her eyes, and Sunday immediately knew that this was the moment: the crossroads of his destiny where he had to make the best possible choice.

And there was only one both good and ruthless, that was best for Sejal, that was kind, and selfless, and just. That Sunday of the Oak family would not hesitate to make, bearing the minute pain for her cloudless future.

But he was not that person anymore.

"…Will you be satisfied with just my head..?" Sunday asked, watching her, attuned to notice the minute changes: the way her shoulders rounded, her gaze softened, her lips curved. Just one short phrase, and she was back to that familiar languid self, supple and pliant, a person shaped of liquid metal that melted into the touch—and slipped through it with no less ease, no matter how tight you tried to hold them.

"It's been known to happen," Sejal murmured, smiling at him, and when Sunday discerned the underlying meaning, he couldn't help but look away, hiding the lower part of his face under his wings.

"I take it you're here to tease me," he said curtly, glancing at her.

"If that is all I'm allowed to do…"

His fingers trembled around her wrist, and Sunday let go of her, but without delay Sejal's tail roped around his leg, its pointy end slipping under his thigh strap, not pulling him close, but not allowing him to run away either. Not that he planned to, but what insidiousness this was—to use her own body as a leverage, knowing all too well he wouldn't want to hurt her.

"I'm not," Sejal said softly, catching his hand and intertwining their fingers. "But it's the easiest part to do."

"Then what would be the difficult one..?"

He watched her thoughtfully, heart heavy and firm, ready to take a blow Sunday knew he deserved.

For a very long minute Sejal held his gaze before leaning in to hold him.

"…I'm sorry," she said quietly, and this kind of soft punch he never expected took all the air out of his lungs.

"…Why..?"

"…I believe in you. I know you can do it."

Sunday stiffened.

He couldn't possibly forget those words when they were among the last few she said to him at Penacony.

"I'm sorry."

[cconfusedkat]

GweeuueegwweuyhhgwweueghheGRRRGRRHRAARRHRRHGHHRHH One of them is not like the other. But. I have a vision

[the-lamb-who-bolted]

it feels hard to concede that my trauma is the church. i spent so long looking for what could have possibly caused these symptoms, the fear and lack of memory beyond the past few years and the crippling certainty that i am a horrible person, and the answer is so simple. it's the place we went twice a week every week, full of smiling people telling me i was only safe there. people who loved me, so long as i did what i was expected to. and so now i think that's what love is -- and thus that's where the symptoms begin. it's fucked

[cultofthelambdoodles]

With the lands out of the way, welcome to the Cult of the Lamb!

So south right there is the exit, with portals to everywhere in the lands. Now! Upon arriving you can go to the Crypt or Cemetery. These 2 are where we keep dead bodies to be treated, then we take them north for the funeral and off to the grave!

Besides the graveyard are the tents, where all the cultists live. Meanwhile, I have a little room in the temple.

Then there's the barn, and that big patch of land besides it is the farm! One thing we never miss here is food. Which is good cause when recruiting cultists its easier to tempt them with food.

Then there's my pride and joy, the temple! I took on a natural aesthetic for the inside because, i dunno, it looks super cool! All the flowers and bushes and stuff, oh!

After the prayer totem where we collect devotion is the trophy aisle, where I keep the crowns of the fallen bishops. Tho, I swear, I've seen them playing poker atleast twice.

Finally we reach the kitchen where either I or the head chef cook the meals the cult has each day, prepared with either vegetals or meat from the animal farm right besides it!

And besides the kitchen sit the outhouses... Yeah.

One thing I like is that a river straight from Anchordeep passes by the cult, which is really cool considering it brings fish to the menu. Now, I called it river of fallen souls for two reasons. One, its a nice name for a cult that worships death, and two, when I first got here I found something in the water. A lonely lamb skeleton. With that small thing, barely a child, just sitting there rotting, I got strength to fight the bishops.

One thing to mention, Narinder says when he saw the cult it was "enough to make HIM lose faith" which sounds bas but I take that to pride. Anyways, lamb out!

[rollercoasterwords]

hey i never use Tumblr anymore but one of your posts (sacrificial lamb) has gone viral on tiktok (via Pinterest i believe) and there appears to be some discourse in the comments about the meaning of it. personally an an sa survivor through the wording and metaphor i interpreted it as "allowing" (for lack of a better word) someone to SA you because you either dont understand (e.g. a child) or you believe that what they are doing shows they "love" you. other people agree but in a more literal sense (catholic church and p3doph1l1a) with the religious theme. personally i think it's more broadly about sa. other people dont think it's about sa at all and say it's not that deep. i realise all art is open to interpretation but what was your intended meaning if you don't mind?

have already answered a similar question here but basically the intended meaning was that i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite. hope that helps xx