mxtx, hazbin/helluva, pjo
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after her throat was cut, did heket try to scream?
did she starve?
did she bleed?
after his eyes were taken, did leshy try to see?
did he cry?
did he bleed?
after his ears were taken, did kallamar try to hear?
did he strive?
did he fear?
after their mind was taken, did shamura try to shed a tear?
did they think?
did they fear?
five does not become four if they already were nothing.
a piece of paper lays underneath leshy's pillow, unnoticed.
one day, as he reaches underneath, he finds it.
his hands cross it, but detect no physical signs of writing.
merely a blank sheet of painter's paper.
...
isn't he supposed to do something with this?
he reaches into the mud.
he has not seen mud in many years. the crown could not give him sight, even if he was a god. he could only sense its presense and know it was there.
now, without the crown, he could see nothing.
mud, he remembered, was brown. what was brown again?
it had been so long, he could not remember.
his muddy fingers scrape the paper, forming some sort of shape that he does not know.
what is he doing?
time time time later he still holds the paper. his hand is devoid of mud.
he does not know what is on it, whatever it may be.
i miss painting, he might think, if he could remember something so long ago.
on the paper is a perfectly drawn, muddy crown.
in the center is a triangular eye, stained green with grasses.
leshy leaves the paper outside to blow away in the hot nighttime breeze.
Part 3 of the Post-Trod au cursed Narinder one-shot doodles. Forgive my poor handwriting, I was tired making these lmao. Previous parts: 1 and 2
Since he got accidentally killed by them I think Narinder deserves to act like a lil shit towards his Lamb for a week. Just a little bit.
Also you know when you put a cursed follower with a normal follower in the love tent? Yeah. Yep. Take this from stream:
I got you!
Insp by animation trends on tt and brainwashing ritual :)
Hapless Leshy , youngest of the five. T'was his eyes he lost. Temperamental Heket, with her throat cut neat. Cowardly Kallamar's ears, torn from his head. And Shamura, once the brightest of the five, 'till their skull was split. See no evil, speak naught, hear nothing and think none. The One Who Waits made it so.
(Haro)
"The day this kitten has a mortal spouse is the day the old faith falls!"
n-narilamb!?
Narinder returns to his bed. It is nighttime, and all are asleep, but he sleeps the latest of all, save for the Lamb. He cannot sleep when others are awake in case of the assassination attempts that he now fears.
He lays himself down, but finds that his pillow has a lump. Upon further inspection, it is a piece of wood and a knife. What?
Was someone trying to kill him, placing the knife under his pillow to cut him in his sleep?
He holds the wood and the knife. He is supposed to do something with this, isn't he? His hands shift, and he holds the knife with his thumb on the base of the blade, his hands moving on its own.
He knows not what he is doing. He knows not what he is creating, but it feels so good to do. He remembers shapes, built in wood, crafted in hours.
His hands shake. The nerves in his wrists and forearms are permanently damaged from the centuries he spent in godly handcuffs. Nonetheless he continues. It has been so long since he created, rather than destroyed, and it is addictive.
Some unknowable amount of time later, in his hands he holds a rough shape of his youngest brother. He holds it to his chest. But it is not enough.
He could sculpt life-size, detailed statues of his siblings in the past. It is not enough to have a small, rough shape. He needs more.
His hands shake as though the earth were moving beneath him. He carves out small details at first, then smaller and smaller, from the tiny horns to the crosses embedded in his skull. His hands shake harder.
In a tremble of his barely controlled hands, he snaps off the neck of the bishop.
He cannot create.
He buries his head in his useless, dead hands, and cries.
(based on this post)
Narinder returns to his bed. It is nighttime, and all are asleep, but he sleeps the latest of all, save for the Lamb. He cannot sleep when others are awake in case of the assassination attempts that he now fears.
He lays himself down, but finds that his pillow has a lump. Upon further inspection, it is a piece of wood and a knife. What?
Was someone trying to kill him, placing the knife under his pillow to cut him in his sleep?
He holds the wood and the knife. He is supposed to do something with this, isn't he? His hands shift, and he holds the knife with his thumb on the base of the blade, his hands moving on its own.
He knows not what he is doing. He knows not what he is creating, but it feels so good to do. He remembers shapes, built in wood, crafted in hours.
His hands shake. The nerves in his wrists and forearms are permanently damaged from the centuries he spent in godly handcuffs. Nonetheless he continues. It has been so long since he created, rather than destroyed, and it is addictive.
Some unknowable amount of time later, in his hands he holds a rough shape of his youngest brother. He holds it to his chest. But it is not enough.
He could sculpt life-size, detailed statues of his siblings in the past. It is not enough to have a small, rough shape. He needs more.
His hands shake as though the earth were moving beneath him. He carves out small details at first, then smaller and smaller, from the tiny horns to the crosses embedded in his skull. His hands shake harder.
In a tremble of his barely controlled hands, he snaps off the neck of the bishop.
He cannot create.
He buries his head in his useless, dead hands, and cries.
do you think leshy loved painting? do you think narinder hung every one on his wall?
do you think heket loved singing? do you think narinder loved hearing her sing?
do you think kallamar loved music? do you think narinder sat with him, listening to song after song written by the most skilled of his followers?
do you think shamura loved riddles? do you think narinder was stumped every time until they told him the answer?
do you think narinder loved whittling? do you think his family loved the small wooden versions he made of their crowns?
do you think they regret taking all that away?
five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes Nothing.
i think all the siblings of the old faith did art before their respective tragedies
leshy painted masterpieces. each of his siblings has a painting of themselves in their temples, and his followers sacrificed art pieces to him, before he lost his eye.
heket sang beautifully. she wrote songs for all her siblings, which are still played in their temples, and her followers always sang during sermons, before she lost her throat.
kallamar played any and all instruments. he orchestrated magificent pieces for all his siblings, which are played without knowledge of their background, his followers had to learn instruments for indoctrination before he lost his ears.
shamura wrote impossible riddles. they had one for each of their siblings, and only heket and narinder managed to figure out theirs, the others of which are still thought about today, and their followers sacrificed everything to them, begging for answers before they lost their mind and forgot the answers.
narinder whittled intricate designs. all his siblings had mini wooden versions of their crowns that they carried with them often before, his followers sacrificed and burned hardwoods for him before he was chained.
leshy can no longer paint.
heket can no longer sing.
kallamar can no longer play.
shamura can no longer remember.
narinder can no longer whittle.
they have stolen the others' abilities to create.
have they stolen the others' abilities to love?
kinger is iroh
do you think leshy loved painting? do you think narinder hung every one on his wall?
do you think heket loved singing? do you think narinder loved hearing her voice?
do you think kallamar loved music? do you think narinder sat with him, listening to song after song written by the most skilled of his followers?
do you think shamura loved riddles? do you think narinder was stumped every time until they told him the answer?
do you think narinder loved whittling? do you think his family loved the small wooden versions he made of their crowns?
do you think they regret taking all that away?
five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes Nothing.
"And that he may raise himself to grandeur on the ruins of his country"
Montesquieu, in the Enlightenment
screaming
sometimes its because i see something lovely
sometimes its because i say something unfortunate
sometimes its because i hear something wonderful
sometimes its because i think something awful
most times its because i do something unspeakable
but of course, i cannot scream here.
there are words and words and words to say.
much better to waste words on kindly nonsense than wordless worldless words.
so in dreams i scream
i scream for my eyes my throat my ears my mind my hands
bloodstained with thoughts i brought into existence
hands bloodied by their my our own doing
all these things i've done
perhaps i will be the blood that stains another's hands
what a comforting thought
thats actually so hualian
Even in Goat's realm, for some reason, Leshy has a little admirer following him around except he couldn't hear their praise or something. It's like Kitty is destined to be attracted to Leshy no matter what
if there’s a Leshy there’ll b a lil fella following him claiming to be his best most faithful most devoted follower, even if its in the world where Leshy got stuck with the dunce cap
just started Cult of the Lamb
and looked around on #cult of the lamb and stuff
and its hilarious how different narinder's chibi, cutesy follower form in-game is completely opposite to how the fandom draws him (cat twink)
i love them so much
pet names? ha, no
me and my best friend have owner names
pet names are like "oh, youre my pet" (baby, honey, sweetie)
no! i call her "your excellency" and i am "your honor"
y-you sure dude?
feng xin and mu qing, arguing:
mq: bitch
fx: slut
mq:
mq: YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HAD A CHILD IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR-
waiting for a "donald trump out of context" video and its just the entire debate
actually i would like to note a few things
the main character has died at least once in all mxtx's books
they are not allergic to death, they eat it and survive
ever main character, in every universe: i'm allergic to death