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TOXIC DEVOTION !!! CW for blood, creepy face/imagery, knife !!!
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From time to time I think about how Narinder would've treated the Lamb after their second sacrifice. Would he even keep them around at all? Like- The Lamb has defeated four gods for the man, that alone should tempt Narinder into giving the Lamb some type of reward. Or maybe he'd just toss them away like fodder.
MY personal head cannon? He would have kept them around along with the imbalanced relationship they had. Narinder only knows how to be a god and a god he will be, a selfish god at that. The Lamb would only obey since it's all they know, being death's loyal vessel.
With all of that you get something rather toxic...
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[ID: Image 1: Fan art of the video game Cult of The Lamb. A rough digital sketch. Narinder, also known as the one who waits, stands beside The Lamb while holding a dagger to their neck and grips onto the wool on their head with his other hand. On his face is a wide creepy smile with dilated eyes. A bit of drool drips down from Narinder's mouth. The Lamb has bloody tears coming from their eyes and their hands are pressed together like they're praying. Their nose also has little blood coming out of it. The Lamb holds a solemn expression. The Lamb's wrists are shackled. A crown slightly floats above Narinder's head with it's red eye glowing. All three subjects stare directly at the camera. Image 2: A close up of Narinder, The Lamb, and the crown from the previous image. End ID]
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"wdym of course i don't rely on escapism to make it trough the day"
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"sim mãe me dê acesso a internet com 9 anos de idade
eu já sou maduro e acesso ilimitado e sem restrição ou mesmo supervisão não vão ter efeitos na minha psique ao longo prazo"
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"dá licensa senhor caso n tenha reparado aqui é preferencial do pedestre"
Incorrect Ttte Quotes 329:
Phillip: Good news Percy! I didn't screw up!
Percy: I don't believe that.
Phillip: I screwed up less badly than usual!
Percy: What does that mean?....
Phillip: I screwed up with less consequences than usual.....
Percy:
GORETOBER 2023
Day 9: Snail
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, SNAIL TRANSFORMATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
Whistling, Disco Bear is just another face in the street, with music in his soul and groove on his feet. His attention is quickly grabbed by a sharp "Psst!" Turning to the dark alleyway is a stand filled with beauty products and goods. Standing behind it are Lifty and Shifty. The twins, who normally sold shady items like "magic" beans, insisted this particular product would be the miracle for his beauty to become flawless. Disco Bear's eyes light up as they tell him its effects. It's just what he's been looking for! Without a second thought, Disco Bear hands over the money and scoops up the cream in his hands. He then went on to his destination.
That evening after his dance rehearsals, Disco Bear applied the snail cream to his face, feeling the strange and slimy substance as it spread across his bear skin. He notes how he never heard of the brand before. Still, this doesn't stop Disco Bear to stare at himself in the mirror, admiring the results of the snail facial cream. He couldn't believe how flawless his skin looked, the once wrinkly fabric of his body now smooth as butter. He felt as if he had transformed into the most beautiful being in the world, a dazzling disco ball shining brighter than ever before. At first, nothing seemed unusual to happen. He danced in front of the mirror, admiring his handsome face, as the cream began to dry.
As the cream seeped into his skin, he felt a burning sensation spreading across his face. His heart pounded as the pain intensified, and his vision started to blur. As much as the music is fun to dance to, it is not enough to distract him from the needle-like sensations. The burning sensation continued to expand, eventually reaching his forehead and his arms that he is forced to stop the speaker. It was then that Disco Bear noticed something strange happening.
Suddenly, his skin started to stretch and become sticky, as if he was turning into a giant, rubbery slime. He looked into the mirror and his heart sank as he saw his face begin to twist and contort into a grotesque mockery of itself.
In horror, Disco Bear watched as his once handsome features slowly melted into a mess of slime and goo. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now two black beads of a snail's foot. His nose and mouth fused together, leaving a single black hole in the center of his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The pain was so intense that he lost his awareness of the world around him.
As Disco Bear tried to move, he felt his limbs twisting, bending, and writhing like a snake's. His muscles and ligaments were becoming soft and fluid, unable to support his body weight. The snail cream was turning him into a real life snail! He wasn't sure what to do other than scream in agony, feeling the transformation happening to him like some kind of awful nightmare.
As the transformation continued, Disco Bear was becoming smaller, his body becoming more streamlined like a slug's. He couldn't even move, his body was glued to the floor. He felt his eyes were being covered by a layer of slime, and he couldn't see anything. The only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ear. Even his iconic afro had flattened into soft, gray feathers.
Disco Bear let out a shrill, high-pitched screech as he struggled to escape his new form, his once powerful voice reduced to a high-pitched whine. Silently, he cried as he realized he was trapped in this form forever, doomed to live out the rest of his days as a slimy, disgusting snail, unable to dance or enjoy his once-glamorous life.
• • •
"'We're actually in our 40's' my rump. Still, I couldn't believe he fell for your stupid persuasion" Shifty says, counting the heavy cash on his hands, finding its texture satisfying on his paws.
"If it works, it works. Kinda pity him actually. That guy's really desperate it's sad," Lifty said as he catalogues the content of their van. His brows furrowed seeing the bottle of "facial cream" filled with water that was supposed to be with Disco Bear.
"Uhhh... bro, I think we gave the guy the thing that Sniffles ordered for..."
Shifty stopped his counting to let his brother's words sink in. Upon realizing how grave their mistake were, Shifty could only say his own name in response, minus the fourth and sixth letter.
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GORETOBER 2023
Day 9: Snail
CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, SNAIL TRANSFORMATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY
Whistling, Disco Bear is just another face in the street, with music in his soul and groove on his feet. His attention is quickly grabbed by a sharp "Psst!" Turning to the dark alleyway is a stand filled with beauty products and goods. Standing behind it are Lifty and Shifty. The twins, who normally sold shady items like "magic" beans, insisted this particular product would be the miracle for his beauty to become flawless. Disco Bear's eyes light up as they tell him its effects. It's just what he's been looking for! Without a second thought, Disco Bear hands over the money and scoops up the cream in his hands. He then went on to his destination.
That evening after his dance rehearsals, Disco Bear applied the snail cream to his face, feeling the strange and slimy substance as it spread across his bear skin. He notes how he never heard of the brand before. Still, this doesn't stop Disco Bear to stare at himself in the mirror, admiring the results of the snail facial cream. He couldn't believe how flawless his skin looked, the once wrinkly fabric of his body now smooth as butter. He felt as if he had transformed into the most beautiful being in the world, a dazzling disco ball shining brighter than ever before. At first, nothing seemed unusual to happen. He danced in front of the mirror, admiring his handsome face, as the cream began to dry.
As the cream seeped into his skin, he felt a burning sensation spreading across his face. His heart pounded as the pain intensified, and his vision started to blur. As much as the music is fun to dance to, it is not enough to distract him from the needle-like sensations. The burning sensation continued to expand, eventually reaching his forehead and his arms that he is forced to stop the speaker. It was then that Disco Bear noticed something strange happening.
Suddenly, his skin started to stretch and become sticky, as if he was turning into a giant, rubbery slime. He looked into the mirror and his heart sank as he saw his face begin to twist and contort into a grotesque mockery of itself.
In horror, Disco Bear watched as his once handsome features slowly melted into a mess of slime and goo. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now two black beads of a snail's foot. His nose and mouth fused together, leaving a single black hole in the center of his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The pain was so intense that he lost his awareness of the world around him.
As Disco Bear tried to move, he felt his limbs twisting, bending, and writhing like a snake's. His muscles and ligaments were becoming soft and fluid, unable to support his body weight. The snail cream was turning him into a real life snail! He wasn't sure what to do other than scream in agony, feeling the transformation happening to him like some kind of awful nightmare.
As the transformation continued, Disco Bear was becoming smaller, his body becoming more streamlined like a slug's. He couldn't even move, his body was glued to the floor. He felt his eyes were being covered by a layer of slime, and he couldn't see anything. The only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ear. Even his iconic afro had flattened into soft, gray feathers.
Disco Bear let out a shrill, high-pitched screech as he struggled to escape his new form, his once powerful voice reduced to a high-pitched whine. Silently, he cried as he realized he was trapped in this form forever, doomed to live out the rest of his days as a slimy, disgusting snail, unable to dance or enjoy his once-glamorous life.
• • •
"'We're actually in our 40's' my rump. Still, I couldn't believe he fell for your stupid persuasion" Shifty says, counting the heavy cash on his hands, finding its texture satisfying on his paws.
"If it works, it works. Kinda pity him actually. That guy's really desperate it's sad," Lifty said as he catalogues the content of their van. His brows furrowed seeing the bottle of "facial cream" filled with water that was supposed to be with Disco Bear.
"Uhhh... bro, I think we gave the guy the thing that Sniffles ordered for..."
Shifty stopped his counting to let his brother's words sink in. Upon realizing how grave their mistake were, Shifty could only say his own name in response, minus the fourth and sixth letter.
No why would i do that get off of my feed
Here’s a mf I keep being on and off, motivated, unmotivated on his damn ref sheets for almost a decade now (like we talking had this dude since 14 years old) and FINALLY GETTING THIS SHIT DONE DAYUM!
Anyway here’s Mr.Woods! I already have some what a simple story lore 4 him for awhile now & some additional help with a friend that we hope one day to make a game about it. UvU
:33 < @psychoticwhoresicle mew asclawed furris a while aclow, and asclaw and mew shall recifurr !! :33
B33 < furrats how i purrclawture mew in sli h33d, sorry :oP