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iridiss · 9 months

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I want a (non-canon compliant) Narinder whose gentle.

I want a Narinder who was once a kitten, newly crowned immortal, under Shamura’s careful mentorship. Who grew up the hard way, who learned you have to be rough, loud, mean, manipulative, and maniacal, you have to be bloody and violent and cruel, in order to survive in this world. In order to survive against Leshy and Heket’s brutality and Kallamar’s back-handed cunning. He learned from a family cruel and cold that love was a fool’s game, that sentiment was insignificant, that caring was weakness. So he scoffed at caring for anybody at all and learned how to break and toy with people as if they were dolls, made only for his own consumption and desire. That’s what his siblings told him, that’s what Shamura told him, that’s what his subjects and the fight to survive told him.

But he never saw his toys fit for anything more than the most necessary use, he never let them come any closer than professional arms-reach business, and he made sure to throw them away the second they were no longer strictly necessary. And he hated the cruelty of his siblings. He hated how they treated him, he hated how they made him fight for his fair share. And then he kept rebelling against the doctrine of the Old Faith. He would take the cruel, old, traditional rules of how one was supposed to act, and he would take them more as loose suggestions than anything severely concrete that you had to live by. He would start making up his own rules, or ignoring other rules that he simply didn’t like or deemed “inconvenient.”

He quickly became the black sheep of the “family.”

And then the Gods of The Old Faith betrayed him. And everything he was ever taught became a horrible lie. Everything became unjust. Everything turned into a false, corrupted kingdom that had to be torn down, that he could fix, that he could replace with something better. He tore it all down, violently lashing out against the family he had trusted, the family he had followed to the end of the road at his own expense, tearing them apart with his own two hands, because the scars he bore over the years became far too fucking loud to bear. Because everything had been a lie all along. Everything had been wrong, this whole damn time.

And they killed him for it. He screamed so loud about their lies that they simply had to smother the sound. They murdered their own brother—if he was ever a real “brother” to them at all, or nothing more than another religious heir to a crooked throne.

He was a God turned exiled heretic.

So he’d make his own fucking kingdom instead. He would undo everything, and start anew, following the doctrine he always knew was better. What he thought was superior. But problem is, it’s not that easy to shake off the entirety of one’s religious upbringing overnight. He was still clinging on. He would scream and shout about the incongruities and arrogance of The Old Faith all damn day—but then he’d keep Aym and Baal, a gift from his old mentor and oldest sibling, close to his side. He would call them fools and tyrants and wretched liars, but he’d remember the Darkwood flowers with a fondness, yearning to stand in his brother’s flower fields again someday. He would stay in the Lamb’s cult, when he could easily become a constant dissenter and leave like any other follower, when he could attack them, maybe even kill them, at any given moment. He doesn’t. He stays. He clings on to the fondness. He never fully let go of that old sentimental feeling.

I want a Narinder who doesn’t understand what love looks like, because the closest thing he’d ever known to true, honest love growing up was the scraps he’d receive from a withdrawn and uncertain Shamura. Those rare moments where Shamura was kind, warm, gentle, full of love, when he’d listen to the lullabies and the poems that they would weave to put him to sleep, when he’d be wrapped up in the blankets of their webs and their nests. When they would give him gifts.

When they gave him their final gift.

He doesn’t understand love. He was trained to view it as weakness. He still feels deeply, severely insecure about showing said weakness, he doesn’t want to face the severe and violent consequences of welcoming it. There’s a part in him deep down that understands devotion, that already internally understands what real trust, respect, loyalty, and integrity looks like. But it’s buried deep, under layers upon layers of indoctrination, manipulation, fear, insecurity, doubt, ungodly amounts of pain, and rage. He has enough of a natural moral compass to be able to tell when someone’s entire belief system is flawed or fucked up, and he has enough justice in him to want to tear the entire damn world apart from the ground up. Even if it’s just in the name of avenging the kitten in him that was forced to die all those centuries ago.

He isn’t aware of it. He doesn’t understand what’s going on inside of him. He’s never even taken an introspective glance at himself and why he feels everything that he does, he’s never even asked himself why everything hurts so much beyond the simple “my siblings betrayed me, therefore they all must die as they killed me” surface level. Frankly he’s too scared to look, so he pushed it all away and easily leans on the grinning, devilish, mean mask he always depended on before.

Then I want a Lamb that’s everything he ever needed. Literally, yes, as the vessel prophesied to save him, but also emotionally.

The Lamb had everything taken away from them by The Old Faith. They were killed and thrown away to Narinder’s feet like a broken toy. They want to destroy the doctrine of the Old Faith, they want to rip the world apart from the ground up and completely start anew. They share Narinder’s moral core, his drive for justice, his drive for revenge.

But they also learn, through their own cult, how to rule with love and mercy. They save and spare each follower individually, they marry their own followers, they cook for them, clean for them, house them, decorate for them, they love their followers. They learn that there is value and strength in utilizing the “sentiment and care” that the Bishops deemed as weakness. Literally: one of the best and most overpowered mechanics of the game is building your friendship level with your followers. You can’t live without them. You are their servant as much as they are one to you.

And when Narinder demonstrates his upbringing at its fullest by betraying Lamb and throwing them away like they were nothing more than a toy—The Lamb spares him, too.

I want to express to you how much that means, especially to him. I mean, hell, Narinder wasn’t spared by his own family. But instead, this tool, now proven Almighty God, gave him a level of grace that he wasn’t even allowed to fathom before. There couldn’t be a stronger, faster way to take a wake-up-sledgehammer to someone’s childhood manipulation. The Lamb was sent to destroy every last trace of the Old Faith, and I don’t think Narinder ever considered the extent of what that entailed.

He’d been lied to his entire childhood, being told that heart was weakness, that kindness would be his downfall, that sentiment was heresy. And yet here was a God besting him and every other deity/bishop in the land, and still cleaning up their servants’ shit with a broom. And I like to think that Narinder would undergo a massive change during his time in the cult.

He’d start off hostile and vicious and mean, because he’s still convinced that the Lamb betrayed him and “betrayal” is kind of a very emotionally heated topic for the guy right now. Even if the Lamb actually did the opposite of what his siblings did to him. He’s also terrified, confused, lost, and he certainly doesn’t trust any of the flowery, overly friendly mortals getting all touchy-feely with him.

But maybe he starts to show a little more wistfulness and nostalgia through his side-quests, maybe he’s trying to gauge how trustworthy the Lamb is by asking them to bring him special items from his childhood, and when they follow suit, he dips his toe in the water and shows just a little bit more of his heart, a tiny, itty bitty fragment. And then they don’t hurt him for it. They treat him with the same kindness they give to all of their followers.

And over time, he starts to see that the Lamb’s dominion is one of safety. All of their safety had been violently torn from them in the hunt for the last lamb, so now they do everything in their power to make their cult a home. And they welcome Narinder into that home, and Narinder is safe, and he’s loved, and he’s taken care of, and he’s respected, and he becomes one with the community. The Lamb is able to rule like this and still keep their power. And actually, their power is tripled by their bond with their people! Their kindness literally becomes a strength, and Narinder has never seen anything like it before, but they pull it off! In fact, the Lamb literally defied and beat Narinder into the ground because they weren’t willing to give up their home and their people.

I think he’d come to see The Lamb very differently over time. He’d go from seeing them only as an insignificant weapon for someone else’s use (possibly projecting a lot onto them), to bring in total awe of them, to learning that they’re trustworthy and safe, to seeing them as an equal.

I think they’d be two halves of the same whole. They understand each other in ways that no one else ever will. They’re the Gods of Death, past and future, they belong to the same power. They sit on this throne together. They teach each other everything they ever needed. They’re immortals together. Lamb once served Narinder in total devotion, then Narinder served Lamb in total devotion, and now they’re equals in every conceivable way. They have literally trusted each other with their lives. They were forged in very similar religious trauma and bloodshed, they were there at each other’s darkest time, working as a team. They’re vengeance-bonded. They saved each other. They spared each other, gave the other a second chance. They made each other better. Bonded in blood, divine vows, death, and resurrection. They are THE POWER TEAM.

As their bond grows, Narinder would end up letting his repressed soft side shine through. I can see him allowing himself to be kind for the first time, learning to recognize that not only is it safe for him to care here, it’s fully embraced and encouraged. The Lamb will punish him if he’s too mean to one of their followers. He can be gentle here, he can let his guard down and unwind. So he does, and he becomes a whole new cat. The Lamb eventually trusts him with leadership positions in the cult, until they’re ruling side by side, as they should. Narinder moves on from any desperate reach for power, because he’s secure enough in himself to know he doesn’t need to fight for it anymore. He would fight and die for Lamb as much as they would fight and die for him. They’ve given him true sanctuary, true family. True devotion.

#Narinder my symbol and my sponge for all religious trauma #tw religious trauma #tw religion #tw religious abuse #they are ‘wow I’m not crazy’ by AJR #true devotion #cult of the lamb #cotl Narinder #cotl lamb #narilamb #but it also works for a platonic or other relationship between them #cotl headcanons #iridiswrites

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 16 days

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what bothers me about horde prime, more than his lazy characterization or his lack of impact on the narrative, is the fact that he is such a bad representation of a cult leader. like,, this is not how cults work. they don’t just insert a chip into you and make you follow their every directive like a robot. real life cults are a lot more terrifying because they use manipulation as a tactic to convince people to join them. it’s not a digital chip that you can remove from your system and suddenly you’re in complete control of yourself. cult survivors have talked about how hard it is to actually unlearn that mindset and start thinking for themselves, how many years it takes to stop feeling guilty for leaving their cult or seeing the toxicity in the leaders they so religiously followed.

sure, hordak and catra have some trauma tied to their experience with horde prime, but most of that is because of the physical torture they went through, rather than their experience of being brainwashed. and it’s fine if horde prime was just some villain and not a genocidal cult leader. but it’s clear that he was written to be a religious authority figure, the execution is just so off.

i know he’s a character in a fantasy world, so he had to use his powers for something. but instead of turning people into robots, he could have shown them a “better world” through his tech, talked them into joining him and forgetting about all their current worries, and then used them as weapons against etheria.

it would have been a lot more impactful and angsty if catra had willingly joined horde prime’s cult so that she could repress her guilt. in fact, it would have been really interesting if horde prime had convinced catra that he would help her repend for all that she did, if she joined his cult. this would have been a lot more comparable to religious guilt and trauma in real life, and it would show that catra actually felt bad for what she did, instead of just looking sad for a while and then continuing to be a shitty person anyway.

#everyday i mourn the character horde prime could have been #he could have actually been representative of toxic religious figures who push unhealthy mindsets #instead of being all “heehee you love adora dont you” he could have been like #“i sense guilt. you’ve done a lot of horrible things and you want to take it all back but you can’t. at least you think you can’t.#but if you join me you can repend for all your sins. dedicate yourself to me and i’ll make sure you’ll never feel like a bad person again.”#and it sounds like escapism because it is #halfway through catra begins to realize this and she has to choose between repressing her guilt #and actually allowing herself to feel guilty so that she can work on being better #and instead of having adora rescue her catra rescues herself by making a hard decision #but alas #spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop discourse #spop criticism #she ra #anti spop #tw religious guilt #tw religious trauma #tw religion #tw cult

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milktrician · 4 months

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his silliness and depression have captivated me

(feat. my oc gin)

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #i have a trend of drawing more hair than they have #gin tonali #milk ocs #for those unfamiliar with my ocs. 99%#gin (in his original world) is a guy who tried to make something of himself after running away from home and ends up in a self crisis again #and returns home to repair the relationships with his family and make sense of how he was raised ingrained shit ways of thinking about #his self worth and stuff. also he was raised in the time religion #playing fun and loose with him in forgotten realms lore #he’s still a courier and the time religion has turned into a time cult but dont worry about it #hes a normal guy who wants to stop living in interesting times and is trying to not let the stress of the last few weeks hit him all at onc #and keeps doing heroic things on accident when all he wants to do is go home and lay low #how this circles back to gale is i want them to be sweet and kiss and theyre that one piece of the couple sleeping under a thick blanket #this is also the comedy of the shipname being ‘time bomb’

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sneez · 1 year

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more of my oc tervis (any pronouns), the creepiest most miserable little weirdo in town. which is saying something [id under cut]

/ ID: four digital drawings.

The first image is a series of drawings of Tervis on a paper-textured background. A heading at the top reads 'Tervis (Humble)'. One is a coloured headshot of Tervis looking to the left; they have a gaunt face, short receding hair, a scar bisecting their lip and right eyebrow, greyish skin, and are wearing a red shawl around their neck. An arrow pointing at their right eye reads 'one blue eye (mostly blind)'; another arrow pointing at their left eye reads 'one brown eye'. They have a serious, hostile expression. The second drawing is an uncoloured full-body sketch of Tervis. Next to this is the same drawing but coloured and with more polished lineart. Tervis is a thin, hunched figure wearing a long, dark brown robe, a greyish bag on their back, and a red shawl around their head and neck. They are barefoot, and are leaning on a walking staff with both hands. An arrow pointing to the walking staff reads 'needed for walking, useful for hitting'. Tied to the belt around their waist are several long scrolls of paper with writing on them. An arrow pointing to the scrolls reads ''blessings' they paste on infected houses'. Tervis is looking warily out at the viewer from beneath their eyebrows. An arrow pointing to their head reads 'scar from getting hit in the face with a brick (also knocked out a tooth)'. Alongside these drawings are a series of bullet points giving information about Tervis. These read:

indeterminate age, indeterminate gender

religious fanatic (unclear which religion)

lives alone somewhere in the steppe

dislikes everyone but is nicer to children than anyone else

has every disease

The second image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic. Tervis is looking out at the viewer; the background shows scenery from the steppe. The text on screen reads:

CHANGELING: I still don’t see what you could have done that would make you personally responsible for this plague. TERVIS: Responsible… no, not merely responsible! This is my plague, cast upon my head alone. I am the originator; my sin is at the root of all. I have ventured into the town. I have seen the canker there. No matter how many houses I bless, my sickness sinks deeper. The rotted limb is the death of the body… Surely you understand me. You are a healer, are you not? CHANGELING: What is it that you are asking me to do? TERVIS: Let me be the lamb, worker of miracles! My blood shall wet the earth, and bright flowers shall grow… My putrefaction will provide the soil within which new life will burgeon, pure and free of sin and decay. Let it be done. I am ready. My failing flesh is but little sacrifice; in death my weakness will be my strength. Soon these torments will be at an end.

Below are two dialogue options:

You’re insane!

What makes you so sure your death would solve anything?

The third image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic 2. Tervis is looking out at the viewer, and has been painted in semi-realistic style. The text on screen reads:

Tervis: Why do you force me to live? Damn you! Your cure is poison to me. Now I shall never be blessed. You should have left me to bleed.

Below are three dialogue options:

Don’t be absurd. I wasn’t going to watch you die.

What makes you think you deserve suffering?

I wish I had.

At the bottom of the image is a line of dialogue which Tervis has just spoken:

The air is foul. There is rot in this place. The stench of corruption shall be – what was it? What was it? The stench of corruption shall be… swept aside…

The fourth image is a coloured scene depicting Tervis and Clara. They are central in the composition; around them is the steppe, which has been rendered in a loose, painterly style. Tervis is kneeling, their walking staff cast aside, and are reaching out their hands to Clara in a desperate, pleading gesture. They are crying, their face contorted in an expression of agonised ecstasy. Clara stands beside them, one hand reaching out, the other held above Tervis’s head as though about to touch their brow. She has a solemn, pained expression. Behind her head, a break in the dark clouds gives the impression that she is haloed by sunlight; rays of the same light fall onto Tervis, illuminating their face and red robe. End ID. /

#artwork #pathologic #tervis!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D #sorry i know ive already posted that fake p2 screenshot i just wanted to keep all my tervis images in one place. please forgive me #i am having. So Much Fun. i would explode and die for tervis shes the worst i adore her #making fake screenshots is so enjoyable i love trying to match the fonts and copying all the little ui details it's so fun highly recommend #i have a lot of tervis lore which i am still developing but hopefully these drawings give you some idea of his character #hes just a mess really. hes got every imaginable problem #that last drawing is her getting sacrificed in the humble ending. she is SO happy about it #also if you didnt see my last post tervis was originally a warhammer 40k oc (which he still is ive just made a bonus pathologic tervis now)#but ive tried to keep a lot of 40k stuff in her design like the blessing scrolls and the uh. Posture #that's also my reasoning for why nobody knows what his religion is. the watsonian explanation is they are just spouting incomprehensible #disjointed passages from some obscure scripture which nobody can identify (and who would want to try really. tervis is not good company)#but the doylist explanation is that it's literally just the cult mechanicus. just ignore all the references to the weakness of the flesh and #the glory of the machine it will all be fine nothing weird here at all #anyway :-) i could talk about tervis forever but i will stop now #i hope you are all well my dear friends! i am on holiday now wahoo #i am also aware that i have several messages to answer which i will do very soon i am so sorry for being so slow as usual #i love you all i am giving you individual kisses on your individual heads. mwah

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ludinusdaleth · 1 month

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not to be personal, but, maybe it's because of my background. i live in the south, where over half the folk you know will fall into something far more sinister than basic religion and lose themselves. i was abused by a man who was raised in a literal cult, and abused me due to that trauma, and i choose not to make contact with him now. with all this in mind.... liliana's story is very real. and i get the sheer anger from characters & fans about her. but with what ive personally seen & been through, i cannot be angry at her. because part of the existence of living in a land of cults & severe idealogies means living with the folk who believe that and learning what happened to them to make them break, and i cant see them, even those that hurt me, in any way but with pity & hope. at a certain point even if you have personal grief & anger you realize that the real problem is not solely placed on them but a society that created the right storm for such obscene exploitation. even if liliana did not attempt to listen to imogen, i still would not see her as the main threat - my eyes are on the cosmic level of trauma underpining every single person, entity, every goddamn black hole of this affair, and the cycle of violence, suppression of truth, &/or ostracization that led her and everyone, even ludinus, to where they are. when liliana looked to imogen for guidance - yeah, on a parental level, that's fucked. but i can't say i haven't seen it before. i can't say it didn't break my heart for her daughter and her. were she texan in reality and not just in fiction, she would completely blend in. ive seen her a thousand times over.

anyway, im simply rambling. i know discussing real life parralels to her is something folk have lambasted me for. but imogen was literally based on where laura grew up - exactly where i did. and i can safely say i know liliana in almost all those ive met. and i think that fury toward her is justified, but it's..... tired, to me. my hope is for anyone in exandria, and in our world, to break out of the mold that's forcing them into being soldiers for a cause they never should have become drafted for. and that cannot be done with seeing indoctrinated folks as a black and white enemy. they are your neighbors, your family. they could be you.

#others have said it better but treating bor'dor or liliana or anyone as unfathomably stupid risks not acknowledging your own capacity for +#being manipulated #no matter how smart we think we are we can all buckle under emotional strain and the promises of finally being relieved of it #and i know folk throw *fits* when folk joke about gatekeeping the temults from non southerners #but at least some southerners - and of course others in similar situations - know how others fall to religious extremity very well #critical role #critical role meta #long post #campaign 3 #liliana temult #cults #religion #southern culture #van speaks

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grimalkinmessor · 4 months

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*taps microphone* This thing on? Okay. Mello as a Saint and Near as his devoted High Priest. Thank you.

#meronia #death note #mello #mihael keehl #near #nate river #post-mello death of course #im imagining near creating a whole ass cult #a new religion based on his personal martyr #he holds mello's rosary between his fingers but prays to the wrong god for forgiveness #idk near dressed in priest black to symbolize mourning and his long white hair symbolizing devotion #that is all. thabk you

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goldenglitzer · 2 years

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Still can’t get over the fact that, while everyone thought that the 250-280 year gap between Philip being active as a Philip and his rise to power as Belos was because of some dramatic disappearance or banishment into the In-Between Realm, when the real answer was that he was doing crime. ALL THE CRIME.

Mans was commiting several acts of:

-Terrorism

-Bomb manufacturing

-Probably a decent amount of theft so that he could get the resources for the bombs

-The goofiest attempts at religion building (if anyone had seen his very-obvious use of bombs his whole plan would’ve failed)

-Unethical Science Experiments

-More Terrorism

-Genocide

-Fratricide (which was also technically Filicide)

-More Unetical Science Experiments

All of this while operating out of a cave, with his only conspirators being clones of a dead guy who he keeps killing and ressurecting the moment they question him, and a childlike genocidal god with a dinner plate as a physical body.

#toh #the owl house #belos #philip wittebane #toh hunter #wittebro #caleb wittebane #the collector #toh the collector #internim belos is imultaneously the most terrifying and goofiest character in the show #his shenanigans are borderline cartoonish #but they're played entirely straight and have canonically dire consequences #he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces #who'd've expected that a guy names phil could be so menacing #tho i do think that the way he grows support for his covens is kinda dumb #irl religions and cults DO prey on scared and disenfanchised people after disasters #but they usually aren't the ones behind said disasters #cuz it's very easy for them to get caught in the act #which then erases all of their credibility

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gaylittlewizardcat · 9 months

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I think the reason “Ride the Cyclone and Cats are kind of the same musical” bothers me so much is because that argument almost always uses the “the Jellicle Ball is a competition and everyone who sings a song wants to be the Choice” interpretation of Cats which, while I 100% accept it as one of many valid interpretations, is a reading of the show I dislike with a passion

#cats the musical #it makes me feel Bad Religion Feelings #usually thinking about the Everlasting Cat and the Jellicles as a religious group makes me happy #but this interpretation of what the Jellicle Choice *is* and *means* just makes me uncomfortable #I kind of think it has a hint of suicidal ideation #like ‘I’m willing to throw away the rest of my life for a new life that I will then also be throwing away just to be The Choice’#it’s like they want to be the choice simply *to be the choice*#they don’t need any motivation they just want to be picked as The Best Cat #no matter what they might lose in the process #but that is also based on *my* interpretation that most cats don’t keep any memories #gay little ramblings #the man over there #this warrants that tag cause I basically only see people outside the fandom make this comparison #the Jellicle Choice in my mind is a guarantee that you’ll be reborn *specifically* as a Jellicle - but all cats are reborn 9 times #they just might not be a member of the Jellicle Clowder in their next life #it’s a reassurance that there will be people who are there for you on the other side #that why I only see Griz and Gus as ‘competing’ (though I really don’t see it as a competition at all)#Grizabella doesn’t have anyone now and Gus might not have anyone much longer #for everyone else it feels like they want to be the choice Just Because #and that feels a bit cult-y #‘we want the religious reward because we’re supposed to want it’#and as much as I love the ‘the Jellicles are a death cult’ jokes (I don’t)#I really feels like it has uncomfortable implications for the Jellicle as a family #as a community

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terrestrialnoob · 2 months

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I've seen people be critical of Butch Hartman as a bad artist, and a bad friend, and a bad how runner, and a scam artist, and trying to sneak his religion into his work - But I need people to also understand that Elmer "Butch" Hartman isn't just a scummy lying, asshole, thief; he's a member of a christian dominionist movement that's trying to take over the United States of America, and eventually the entire world, with some of the movement's individual churches wanting to cause The Biblical Rapture.

It's essentially a Doomsday Cult but it's too decentralized to meet the actual definition of a cult: it doesn't have a singular leader or core structure. The movement is called the Seven Mountain Mandate - a collection of Christian political ideologies that are not inherent to Christianity - to the point many other churches believe the 7-M is heretical. The loose network of very big and powerful churches (including the church of Donald Trump's Spiritual Advisor) are trying to control the "seven mountains of control" one of which is Art and Entertainment. Hartman isn't just trying to use his clout as a cartoonist to convert people into his religion, he is trying to help take over the world.

And just in case anyone wants to know. His church believes that mental health issues (everything from depression to PTSD to autism), any medical illness, queerness, and other religions are caused by demons that can be prayed away, and his wife runs a "church camp" where people do attempt to cure all of that with prayer - yes they try to cure autism, queerness, and belief in non-christian religions. These people are also Zionist who want Israel to expand across the Middle East to help bring about The Biblical Rapture.

When you say someone is as bad as Hartman, please remember this, please remember he is actively trying to help this political organization take over the world.

#butch hartman #religion #tw cult #I learned all this trying to convince my cousin that Donald Trump wasn't really christian #and shouldn't be voted for by christians #and then I vaguely remembered the oaxis video of hartman #and when I looked he was standing in front of 7-m imagery #I sound insane #and this blog is just supposed to be for fandom stuff #but he is literally trying to take over the world

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