#Knitting Cult Lady

[allsortsoffuckedup]

Public library work is crazy because one minute you’ll be helping a child find books on his latest hyperfixation (cattle breeds if you’re wondering) and the next you’ll be arguing with 70-something year old cult member because you won’t let them use your community display space for their recruitment materials (we’re not a cult! It’s spiritual enlightenment! But we call our leader the Master yes) and THEN suddenly you’ll be running a knitting programme where all the old ladies are hitting on the cop you had to call to come deal with the grown ass man who has developed beef with a literal child, is yelling swear words at said child even though you’ve taken the kid into the staff only area for safety, and will not leave the library without being literally arrested

[the-artist-grimm]

I'm in love with this everything that you got going on here. Could we learn more about Nona and their relationship dynamics with Anthea as their first follower, with Narinder after the betrayal as their caretaker, and in general with the rest of the cult?

The Lamb, Anthea - While Anthea can be scared of Nona at times (cause the woman is very good at making you feel like a little kid when scolding), they respect and appreciate her greatly, and view her as an extremely strong person. Despite having met Nona at the worst time of the woman’s life-she’d just watched her children and grandchildren be slain and was about to be sacrificed herself, once freed from her ropes and introduced Nona immediately took to helping the lamb. She was an integral part to assisting Anthea in setting up the plans for the cult alongside Ratau, and took on multiple roles from first aid, to cooking, to layout planning and so on till they had more hands. While not a mother-figure per-say, she is akin to the a grandmother Anthea never had. 

Nona in turn respects Anthea as well, this little lamb who saved her arrived as this small, blood-soaked thing who despite it all still gave her a reassuring smile and held out a hand to help. Anthea’s idea to make the Cult more of a safe place for those who’d lost everything appealed to her, and while Nona isn’t always fond of how merciful Anthea can be, she does see the benefit of that hope-like she may be a bit of a bitter old lady now, but it’s nice seeing this little ewe not let the world turn them. The Lands of the Old Faith have always been cruel, so seeing someone who just...isn't is refreshing. She does, however, dislike how much Anthea neglects themself-she’s the only follower to see past Anthea’s smile early on, and while she doesn’t push because that only makes Anthea close off further, she does try to remind the lamb to take it easy.

Narinder - Narinder initialy did not like Nona. Like he knew of her from Anthea and via watching through the crown, but actually being under her care? He was tossed to her under the assumption from Anthea that he’d be violent, when in reality all he wanted was to lay down in a corner and go die from the guilt, remorse, shame, and grief. He blamed himself for everything and wished to be left alone, yet instead Nona forced him to wake up, eat/drink things, help around the house, forcibly taught him to cook and clean and garden and mend clothes and help her with knitting, until slowly he realized just what she was doing-he wanted to do nothing and just sink into his despair, yet by forcing him to do things, she was keeping him from spiraling/getting lost in his head. From there while not fully ok he did find himself growing to appreciate her, and after everything, finds her a grounding presence. He wouldn't admit it, but she kinda reminds him of what he thinks a his own mother could've been like, had he any recollection of her.

Nona had wanted to hate Narinder, but she’d already realized during the final battle that things weren’t so black and white with the situation-this god she’d assumed was fond of her lamb based on their stories, who was a good father to his kits, who’d been abandoned by his own kin, who in the brief moments she overheard him talking to the lamb via the crown was very obviously enraptured by the lamb via the way he spoke to them, for him to just ask Anthea to sacrifice themself was out of place. And once Aym died and she saw how grief-struck he’d looked, heard how he rasped out Anthea’s name, watched as he reached out a trembling hand to the Lamb's collapsed, wailing form not to hurt but to comfort, she realized there was more going on. And Narinder’s clear remorse and guilt after being put into her care was further proof of that.

Nona kept him from spiraling because she didn’t want him to just give up, since while Anthea was beyond her reach to help because of how distant they’d made themselves and how tightly they'd bound their smile to their face in their grief, Narinder was possible to work with so long as she played things right. She could help him, and through that, possibly help Anthea too. She also begrudgingly grew fond of him as more of his personality began to show, as while a little stubborn at times and awkward socially, he was soft-spoken and polite, and never complained even when he wasn't as keen on helping around the house. He made her motherly side kick-in full swing to where even after everything she does appreciate him stopping by her house to help out-not that she'd say that to his face though.

The Cult - The residential grumpy old grandmother to everyone. She can be scary sometimes, comforting in others, and a bit frustrating when she won’t let the younger members goof or slack off, but overall she’s this grounding presence a lot of them need. Most of the cultists are decently young (the youngest prior to the twins' arrival were only 18, most were between 18-27 with a few other elders ) and have lost their own parents and families, so she’s someone a lot of them turn to for more parental advice, with her sharper edges being more of a reassurance of her strength rather than a turn-away. She'll complain about you bothering her when showing up at her door at 3am shaken from a nightmare, yet drag you inside and force you to sit on the couch under a quilt while she makes tea regardless.

[fyeahaudiodrama]

Happy @podcastgirlsweek to all who celebrate! While I haven't had the time to properly work on fics (and probably won't this week because oops, hurt my hands yesterday) I still wanted to take the time to highlight some favorite podcast girlies along with everyone else!

The prompt for Monday is highlighting podcasts with women in the leading roles, so here's a few of mine (and hopefully, some new ones of yours if you don't know them yet):

Back Again, Back Again: Ilyaas, you absolutely fantastic disaster of a fantasy ace, never stop trying.

Breathing Space: While the show is anthology with a rotating cast, some of my favorites from across its run include:

Evie Yuriskin

Amity Archer

Any characters who were introduced one episode and then started referring to each other as "my wife" by the end or by their next appearance

Camlann: Some apocalypse survivors interpret dangerous dreams about dark magic to cope. Some knit sweaters. Both are valid and should kiss.

City of Ghosts: Featuring the grungy, disgruntled, tormented-by-visions LADY detective of your dreams.

Desperado: Take note - give your ladies knives. And god powers. And witchcraft. And a sniper rifle, for good measure.

Do You Copy?: I think [REDACTED] deserves three weeks of paid vacation

Fawx & Stallion: Madge Stallion is THE moment. She's six feet tall. She can't stop making innuendos. She's not your fucking Mrs. Hudson (although, she is - no, I shan't say).

Hi Nay: Mari & Laura are my everything - the loving and self-sacrificing hero and the newfound friend who chooses to stand by her side (fire axe and all).

Inn Between: Oh, my Inn Between girlies, where do I start? Fina and Betty, the OGs and life partners that even death couldn't stall? Rosie and Zara, the new best pals who chose to stay together? Phoebe, just one step at a time learning what she deserves and what she doesn't? All impeccable, A+.

It Makes A Sound: Any show focused on music is going to be a slam dunk for me, but Deirdre's quest to reclaim her memories as well as those that tied her to her mother is so damn real and compelling.

The Kingmaker Histories: No female character in this show has ever done anything wrong. Colette gets a migraine pass. Ariadne can turn people inside out. Daphne is owed this for working in a theme park.

Life With LEO(h): Janiiiiiine, so messy and smart and dedicated and she cares so much, I love yoooooou.

Me and AU: Kate's worries and desires and doubts are some of the realest out of any audio drama so when do I find an Ella too

Palimpsest: My faaaaavorite gothic horror anthology, each one fresh with a different brand of haunted, tormented, secret-keeping (and quite frequently gay) gothic protagonist

The Pasithea Powder: Jane and Sophie. Sophie and Jane. What more could you need? <3

The Silt Verses: Women who start cults/leave cults/seek an end to the endless cycle of meaningless sacrifice as so valid. For all your wet cat(fish) woman needs.

Second Star to the Left: Because I always love a good Ishani performance. Hi Gwen, please tell Boots I love them.

Small Victories: You want sad wet cat women? How about one that literally can't stop self-sabotaging (but at least manages to draw the line at sabotaging others...occasionally). She even gets stabbed!

Starfall: I mean, kind of a given, but anyway, Leona definitely exists because she's the kind of action protagonist woman I always wanted - one that could be unapologetically powerful, but still full of flaws and desires (especially ones that weren't about falling in love and minimizing her own strengths). She's even autistic!

Stories From Ylelmore: Keryth! Keryth, Keryth, Keryth! She reminds me so much of the kinds of characters I would make up when I was younger - I love her and her small magic so dearly.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Hi queer space pirates <3

Unseen: Another anthology show, but Harry Winters and Never-Ending Circles remains one of the most perfect premiere episodes I've ever heard in audio drama.

The Way We Haunt Now: Get your podcast ladies here, dead or alive!

We Fix Space Junk: My favorite type of repairman is a woman who could kick my ass.

Wolf 359: I don't think I need say much more here - y'all know and love 'em just as much as I do.

[rwac96]

While at the outpost weiss was at the archive section reading some maps and finding some clues where winter went and wonders why did she left the vault without saying anything, scribe goodwitch ask if she was okay, jaune and the 2 aspirants were ambushed by implant crazed cults while patrolling.

Ice Blue Eyes shifted from left to right, as she read the map, which was found in the BoS Archives. Weiss turns her attention to her Pip-Boy, connecting the specific location where her sister has been and will be. The Vault Dweller's eyebrows knitted in a worried crease, as she and Winter had good memories growing up in the shelter, even if the people around them were strange. She lowers her left arm, picking up some notes Jaune found during their travels. One was a stylistic doodle of the all-seeing eye, usually found in Old World Dollars.

"Why would you leave, Winter?" Weiss wondered to herself, "Didn't you think about Mother? Whitley? Me?" She leans back in her chair, "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"Miss Schnee," a mature voice inquired, making the Dweller turn to see a spectacled woman with tied, blonde hair. "are you okay?"

"I'm just," Weiss blinked, realizing tears were rolling down her cheek. "Just, studying the clues me and Knight Arc found in the Wasteland."

"Speaking of Knight Arc," Scribe Goodwitch says in a serious tone, "he and his comrades...they were attacked by cultists on patrol."

"What?!" Weiss stands up, alarmed by the news.

---

"OH, GOD!!!" Knight Vasilias hollered, as he was on the ground, with a spear in his right knee. "FUUUUCK!!"

"Shit," Knight Wukong muttered under his breath, as he rummaged through his medical kit for Stimpaks.

"Dammit," Jaune grits his teeth, reloading his plasma rifle, as he followed a pale-skinned, brunette, who looked like a typical Raider.

"Oh, you Steel Fools," cackled the madman, who wielded a Radscorpion's tail as if it were a whip. "you will pay for encroaching upon the great lady's land."

[thewallshaveeyes]

Hey. Hey. Follower OC posting. Ok ?

I love these dumbasses so much lmao. Close-ups and explanations after the cut

Followers (in order)

Thea. I know I've talked about her before, but I really do mean it when I say that she's Lazelle's BEST friend. I like to imagine they use the confession booth just to gossip about stupid shit.

Thoryn and Mac! I know I've posted about Thoryn before, but Mac is my obligatory yellow cat oc. Since they're around the same age (early-mid 20's), they often engage in shenanigans together. This includes sneaking into the temple to play smash-or-pass with the gods drawn in the lamb's doctrine book. Something something they bond over wanting to fuck the bishops.

Tobi and Joan! I don't think I've talked about either of them, so this is new lol. Joan (they/he) was one of the few followers who was bought from Helob, and he kind of resents the lamb for that. So, they act out, since "I never asked to be here", and half of this involves getting drunk and trying to provoke the lamb's disciples. This backfires majorly when he tries to mess with Tobi (he/him, a quiet lumberjack who keeps his thoughts to himself most of the time) and gets their shit ROCKED. (Yes, Joan is based off of yarno from that one post, why do you ask?)

Aubry and Jaty! Aubry (she/her) is a fairly normal follower, but also serves as the resident eccentric elderly person. Like, she is the kind of old lady to casually mention how she witnessed the god of death being slain in a totally mundane conversation. She used to work as a farmer, but once she got old, she retired and now knits and crochets for fun. She also teaches others how to work with fiber arts, including Jaty (she/he), who was accepted into the cult well after he reached old age. He sought out the lamb's cult specifically because she had heard about how caring they were, and she really needed a nice place to live out the rest of his life after her family was taken by the old faith. I'm also considering making him related to Klunko, but I cannot overstate just how unimportant that is.

[valeblue]

Get to know me! (Tag game)

Thank you @thighzp for the tag. I usually don’t do tag games because of anxiety but I’m feeling good about it today

Rules: Answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favorite color(s): Teal and any other blue-greens

Last Song: I was listening to Lana del Rey’s Born to Die album when I was going to sleep last night and Video Games is the last song I remember

Currently reading: So much fanfiction. For books, I’m reading Jill Bearup’s Just Stab Me Now, Pedro Lemebel’s Tengo miedo torero, Tricia Hersey’s Rest is Resistance, and I’m rereading/annotating Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue.

Currently watching: YouTube, mostly the Knitting Cult Lady (for cult information), Jenna Phipps (for crafting and house renovation), for Philip DeFranco (for news), and various book tubers and sewing channels

Currently craving: potato chips

Coffee or tea: Black tea with condensed milk

Hobby to try: I want to do all the textile crafts, I mostly do sewing and embroidery, but I really want to knit a sweater and crochet a blanket and make a quilt

Current AU: I’m not a writer but my brain has so many RWRB ideas and it can’t let go of the idea of shipping June and Bea together in an open poly relationship where Bea is biromantic/ace

I’m tagging @almightaylor @elliss-stuff @mysticduckvoidsstuff @mylucayathoughts @prideandprejudice @teazzle @roelan @spookyscarysylvia @hoboapprentice , feel free to join or not

[pinkiepiebones]

Here's... something?

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Cleaning the apartment- his! His apartment- was nothing short of therapeutic. 

It was a different sort of cleaning than what he had grown so accustomed to. This time he wasn't stooped over a rusted basin with an improvised washboard, hands and shoulders aching, trying to get blood out of silk or cashmere or whatever the fuck his boss had worn to dinner. Today he was scrubbing down dusty countertops with something lemon-scented. He was wiping grime off windows and cupboard doors. He purchased something called a Swiffer, which was really just a sort of mechanical mop, but it made quick work of the linoleum in his kitchenette and the slightly off-center tiles in the little washroom. He wiped down the walls and faucets and scoured the tub. He installed a new lightbulb in the little ceiling fixture and it shined brightly on the newly cleaned room. It was damn near sparkling in there, and it smelled like a spring meadow.

Robert was tired by the time he finished hanging the brand-new shower curtain. It was pale blue and dotted with a rainbow assortment of flower drawings. It still bore the fold creases from being confined in a plastic sleeve for so long. He stood back in the doorway to admire his work. It was the first time in a long time that anything he did brought a smile to his face. 

He shuffled back to his bed and grabbed a shopping bag a little overstuffed with towels and toiletries. He hadn't been sure what sort of soaps or shampoos to buy for his skin and hair types- there were too fucking many options to choose from- but a very nice lady saw his near-panic in the Health and Beauty section of the local store and helped him make some choices.

Robert gave the tub knobs some twists and the pipes rattled and cold water shot out of the spout. He smiled a little, thankful he hadn't gone with his first idea of stripping and stepping in before checking the water. He held his hand under the stream, flexing his long aching fingers, feeling the warmth start to flow in. He fiddled with the knobs until he found the one that switched the water to the showerhead. Why were there extra knobs, anyway?

Robert stripped and stepped under the spray. Oh, this was nice. So much better than collecting rainwater from a crack in a ceiling or melting snow over a dying fire or jumping fully clothed in a pool- mostly to get the blood and candle wax and glitter off his suit- while his boss went on a blood-sucking bender in the adjacent cult mansion. That cult had a wonderful pool. He remembered hearing music under the water.

Now, there was no music except his laughter. It wasn't a humoured laugh, it was a broken, sobbing sort of laugh, one of pain long pushed aside finally spilling away to relief and peace and disbelief. He gasped and chuckled and felt silly for wanting to wipe away his tears but he fumbled with the curtain and reached for the shopping bag on the floor. Water snaked down his arm and his fingers left little pools on the floor. Oh, well. Robert grabbed a washcloth and rubbed at his face, then realised the full futility of the situation and found the soap and shampoo at the bottom of the bag. A sizable puddle was forming on the tile and he made a mental note to invest in bathroom rugs next.

He scrubbed at his pale skin until it was pink. He briefly thought of all the blood that he'd washed off over the decades and, quietly, he declared aloud, "nope, this is a happy place. I'm not going down that thought path now."

He had become somewhat accustomed to the feel and the smell of his former occupation; it was an odd sensation to suddenly be mindful of how his skin and hair felt. Robert pictured himself as having been in some sort of gore-knitted cocoon for a century. Now, he was breaking out and finding his wings. Or something like that.

Following the directions on the shampoo bottle, Robert lathered, rinsed, and repeated. There was no edict declaring further repetition but he was tempted to because damn it felt good to have his own blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and not pointed claws digging in... 

He rinsed and let his hair fall down over his face and he snickered at how long it was, once the tangles had been worked out. Maybe I need to invest in some hair ties, or scissors. 

Robert shut off the water and squeezed the excess water out of his hair and pulled at the shower curtain- christ, these things like to stick to skin- and stepped, less than gracefully, out of the tub and groped for the shopping bag. He unfurled a brand-new towel, salmon pink, and dried his body, ruffled his hair, and tied the towel about his slender waist. Forgot to buy a robe. Oh, well. God knows I'll be buying more in the coming days...

He wanders out into his apartment, avoiding the lone mirror that came with the place, and collapsed on his bed that was still needing a matching sheet and pillowcase set. He stared at the ceiling. He breathed and listened to the sounds beyond his walls- street noise. Crickets. Murmurs from the floor above. That was it. No voice in his head.

Robert smiled.

Eventually he stood and returned to the bathroom, mopped up the water puddles, hung up his towel, and fetched brand-new bedclothes from the shopping bag.

When was the last time I slept in something besides my suit...

The bedclothes were soft and maybe too warm for the early summer, and the mint green looked nearly bluish next to his pale skin, but he was happy.

Happy.

So that's what that bubbly feeling was.

Robert slept and dreamed.

[antipathy-arsonist]

🎹 for the elkkkk (I like that guy, very cool )

HOBBIES!!!

he definitely had some before the. getting involved with a cult thing. unfortunately she finds it hard to find the time for them between trying not to die in multiple ways and trying to put up with most annoying young lady ever

she likes mostly textile crafts, i think thats what they’re called lol. his fav was embroidery but he did some knitting, sewing , crochet yanno. the works.

she liked to make stuff with floral or nature based patterns :3

[unholist]

❀ *◦ lee joongi. cis man. he / him. bisexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that song minjae ( nickname: alu )? i think that the ( thirty - five ) year old from edinstown, uk works as bodyguard & handler for the scarlet nightmare, but outside of that people describe them as fields of wreath gold muting as the sun sets, almost suffocating it and you alongside — blood on an altar, blood on a broken rosary, blood on a holy seal desecrated — unanswered pleas to above and below, your voice the only answer to be received, damnatio memoriae. i hear they are inexpressive & conniving, but they are also known to be resourceful & responsible. consider giving them a visit at their home in seal harbor apartments and get to know why they’re called the unholy.

* astarion & micah choi's personal bodyguard WC

specific trigger warnings for : religious trauma ; cults ; implied child sacrifices ; child abandonment ; murder.

WHO WAS SONG MINJAE ?

a victim like many others before him, he and his sister, abandoned oh so young for reasons a child doesn't question much, their name inscribed in a letter pinned to his coat so that it wouldn't be lost, snow posed on his little nose as he held the blankets holding her sister so closely to his beating heart —he's always seen within the edinstown orphanage as such a good child, quiet and tranquil and seeking for books to read and listening to the nuns and priests that only wanted them to find solace in god whilst awaiting for a family to take them in, to make sure to keep still and keep sleeping if things seem to move across shadows, not question if things may seem too odd, not to turn if you feel eyes staring and staring and staring across the wreath fields, to keep quiet always, sing when he's told to sing, pray when he's told to pray. the child you were playing with in the courtyard moments ago, you say ? oh, they've been chosen this time, and so will you one day, one very close day.

a survivor by sheer luck when the true intent of that orphanage and church were discovered, and the meaning of reddened effigies and strong scent of iron finding its source in blood, blood, so much blood, blood of lambs offered to the slaughter —to who— and if that one priest didn't come over to take him and his sister away, he probably was going to be next in line to become yet another husk, yet another effigy to line the many others deep, deep underneath the crypts and basements in the name of something unspeakable that still had touched him and his dreams to twist them into nightmares. his sister finds home somewhere else, purpose in running away from that town that's only been trauma and ache for her, and he's glad of it, hopes for her dreams to be peaceful and her schemes never unveiled —but he follows the man who saved him, the vows and the call, for edinstown's demons had already devoured his soul and he couldn't go.

a priest trying to be the change he so much wishes to see, of a community small but tight knit within edinstown's confines, no one ever has a word of ill - intent towards father minjae —he's always there for the people who seek for solace and a moment of peace, an ear that truly would listen to their many woes and aches if it helps making their days lighter just like that one priest had been there for him and saved from perdition, always offering smiles and bottles of water and shaking his head with such a lovely chuckle whenever old ladies would tell him he's still so young and full of life when in truth, he carries their secrets and nightmares as his own and well locked under the vow of the wooden booth and velvetine curtains.

a victim of a strange case of murder - disappearance, for no good deed goes unpunished and his own kindness, his own survival was but an offense of the capital type to those who lurked within the shadows and still demanded him as due payment for that failure from twenty five years before —a bullet to the heart the moment midnight strikes and church bells would cover the sound of gunshots, holy altar smeared with blood and statues of angels and saints sneering almost 'bove his head, and but a single lament, feeble.

—————————————————— dear god, why are you smiling ?

WHO IS SONG MINJAE ALU ?

( n. ) from assiran demonology, the alu are demons feared more than death itself, sprits of cruel vengeance that invade people's dreams and corrupt them into nightmares to the point of taking their breath away —either in madness or death.

someone. something. a walking corpse. a blasphemous act of necromancy, nature's mockery. because when he wakes, far away from that edinstown blessed and cursed by the gods and the devils, he knows for a fact something is wrong with his own flesh and blood because he should be dead, because his reflection feels alien and his memories feel like a summary taken from a holy book —to be known yet unlived, stared at from behind a thick layer of bulletproof glass, scene after scene, person after person, name after name—and thusly he stops looking at it just like he's long stopped feeling pain, because even where a bullet hole should be, he felt nothing.

vengeance made body and soul. god should not forgive the empious and the sinners, not when they wield his name as a weapon to make nothing but more and more pain, more tribulations not even the strongest will can ease, and so he shall become the blade of those who truly seek justice, one meant to be fought for and grasped in fire and blood —and so you kill. and so you kill. and so you kill. and so—

hitman. handler. scarlet nightmare. each step of that ladder is drenched in the remnants of the infidels and so are his hands, each place entered and exited without a single murmur, a demon in the flickers of shadows moving and corner of one's sight —no wonder he got so high within the ranks, no wonder the overseer was so pleased with his work, with his twisted reclamation of a holy war against something, anything perhaps, with song minjae's facets and aches a mask to wear and blade to hold or whatever masquerade of protection towards someone who thinks he long had died that night of many years ago, a tether grown thinner and thinner like a feeble strip of streetlight escaping from closed curtains. the hitmen and mercenaries under his gaze are his lambs, and of course, their mistakes are also his to take notice of and punish accordingly —isn't that what brought him to anchorage, after all ? something is cracking, breaking at the seams, and he must be there ... for damage control, most likely.

so he becomes someone else's protection, let them welcome to their abode with compliments for his resumè seemingly flawless and his presence imposing to match with each little detail inbetween the lines, for no wonder ! satan once manifested as an angel of light. the seal harbor apartments exist just for his rare moments of respite —a shower, a change of clothing, anything quick and easy and meant to remain between himself and the god of as above so below— as he's almost always meant to be with them, the poor souls that so unfortunately crossed their paths with the one of a monstrosity. and in the meantime he observes, evaluates.

TRIVIA

the literal embodiment of 'aw little guy !! OH he's a little fucked up actually' meets the inversion of the 'hitman becomes priest' trope. very much inspired by nicholas d. wolfwood from trigun and john ward from faith the unholy trinity.

also very aware he is not the real song minjae. he takes minjae's face and memories as a main role to abide to for whatever the greater scheme of the overseer is, and any other identity and background to be used in missions as embellishments for the main mask that is song minjae. but maybe the mask, after being worn for so long, has started fusing with the flesh little by little ... so where does the demon alu ends, and song minjae begins ?

also takes his duty as a handler for the scarlet nightmare very seriously. he's supposed to be deadly and you can bet he is, he didn't reach the rank just by batting those pretty lashes of his. which also means he is very strict with the members under his supervision —in training and in punishment, but within reason.

honestly he's the deadpan voice of reason that will shake his head and tell you HE TOLD YOU SO ! if you end up in trouble and he literally told you not to do the thing that put you in trouble to begin with.

but sometimes he may not tell you anything at all !! maybe you do need to learn the hard way so that the concept will enter your thick skull. teehee.

" i am not mad [ INSERT HITPERSON HERE ], i am just disappointed. "

a good listener ! it is extremely important for his ... line of work, both as a handler and as a bodyguard and a remnant of who minjae was as a priest, but all and any information, even the most seemingly trivial, holds importance and deserves to be weighed —so he listens. a lot. says very little, but when it does ... oof. sir. no right to be as supereffective as a hyperray.

the ( feral ) dog motif is very strong with this one but also ... crow imagery.

[koskela-knights]

My fic collection

Straight up taken from my page, but now as a post.

I write a whole bunch lmao so here some of them are, all in 1 place. Might update this post too. Always read the tags on ao3 for possible CW & TWs!

No matter how stupid

Ilmo deals with the aftermath of his brother’s death.

Without Wake

Alice is depressed since the supposed passing of her husband. Barry comes over, trying to help in ways he can.

Knitting is good for the soul

Jaakko takes up knitting as a hobby.

Off trail

Self-indulgent Ilmo x Reader. You are taken on an adventure in the National Park.

Altered World Event

Maybe down the loop, it wasn’t Jaakko who paid the price for taunting Scratch.

Grave

Ilmo and the kids visit Jaakko’s grave. As simple and sad as that.

Jacket

Alan wants to do something right to the remaining Koskela brother.

Bleeding Hearts

Wake tries to make sense of the world, what happened and how to rewrite it to fix it. Ilmo is there to help along the way.

The Body Swap Accident

Somehow, the writer switches body with an unusual suspect which could turn this case upside down.

Koskela Home-Knit Sweaters for the Holidays

I wrote an ad for the Koskela sweaters, created by yours truly :P

Hot showers and the things that follow after

Ilmo and Alan return back home. Messy, tired but still kind of high on the adrenaline of escaping a deadly situation, they need to unwind and also take a shower. It’s NSFW!

Daddy Issues

Jaakko learns he’s become a father.

Again

A drabble where Jaakko wakes up one day, realizing he’s trapped in the spiral.

Curious Case(y)

NSFW fic revolving about Detective Casey being possessed by Scratch who is very curious about the Detective.

Will it ever be okay?

Reader insert who comforts Ilmo post Jaakko’s demise.

Bear Season

The Cult of the Tree encounters a new terrifying enemy.

She’s one of us

In this reality, Saga’s daughter drowned.

The Grandmaster Returns

Ilmari/Zane if you squint hard enough.

Again and Again

A drabble where it’s Ilmo who wakes up, now aware of the loop.

Stab me again, please

Based off a Tumblr post where you see during Deerfest Ilmo yells this specific line at Alan.

Just a normal day at the Valhalla Nursing Home

A silly fic where we follow a trio of elderly ladies at the VNH. The Koskela ads are their highlight of the day and they are also very interested in a certain brother.

Mirror Mirror

Slightly experimental fic with switching POVs about Ilmo resisting the Dark Presence.

Rose’s Secret Side Business

A fic about Rose’s side business of taking care of the Taken outside.

Blood Brothers

A vampire AU about the Huotari brothers, their early life in Watery and the undoing of their lives when Ilmari accidentally kills detective Kesä in self-defence.

Reunions

A collection of drabbles about reunions between brothers.

Different Ritual

Explicit spin-off/sequel to the Blood Brothers fic. Ilmari/Seine PWP.

Hug

Ilmo finally gets a hug after his brother’s death.

Private Invitation

Explicit Jaakko x m! Reader

Flesh of a Fallen Angel

Explicit Ilmari x transmasc! Reader (dub-con)

Ahma Beer!

Jaakko gifts Ilmo something once the beer deal is sealed.

Friends with Benefits and Beer

Explicit Jaakko x transmasc! Reader x Ilmo

Wolfish hunger

A werewolf AU with werewolf Koskela brothers & Rose Marigold.

Kaleidoscope

Angsty drabble about Ilmo trying to fix his broken heart after Jaakko's death.

Minds Collide

Explicit Zaneling (Zane x Darling) drabble about their collaboration.

Dance with me?

My first Ilmo/Rose fic about them dancing together.

Kalevala Knight

Explicit Ilmo/Alan drabble. Something about a knight and a writer.

Smalltown Boy

A coming of age, slice of life AU where Ilmo's a closeted gay kid.

Smalltown Boy at Prom

Sequel to Smalltown Boy where Ilmo has his first prom.

Unmasked

Rose finds a familiar Cultist after he gets unmasked. My first Rose/Jaakko, Rose & Jaakko focused fic.

Ghost Towns

AU where Alan is a sentient doll who goes on an unexpected journey.

Underneath the skin there's a Human

An angsty CultCase fic about different POVs on echo! Cultist Ilmo.

Cigarettes x Rain

A CultCase drabble about smoking with your enemy.

Firsts

Trans! Ilmo x Rose and their firsts. No Dark Presence AU

Ink

CultCase angst about tattoos and remembering loved ones.

He created me in his image

A transmasc! Reader x Ilmari, arranged wedding AU.

[pbandjesse]

We are back home. We were supposed to stay at the cabin another night but I felt bad, and slept bed, enough that I requested we come home. And I have felt guilty about it since. It has been a hard day.

Like I said I did not sleep well at all. I fell asleep around 1. Was up around 4. And didn't fall asleep until almost 6. I was in a lot of pain and was just having a bad time. James apparently also didn't sleep great. I was really uspset that I felt so bad still. I just want to feel better.

James made us pancakes. I got dressed and explained why I wanted to go home and what I wanted the day to be. I wanted to go to the antique mall. I wanted to eat at the diner. I wanted to pack up and be home before the sun went down. James said they would make that happen for me. Because they love me and just want me to be okay. And they didn't care if that was at home or at the cabin. I still felt really guilty about it. Like I was disappointing them. But they keep telling me everything is fine.

We would hang out at the cabin for a while though. I got all caught up on my knitting I brought with me. And we got ready to go to the antique mall.

It was very rainy out. I didn't realize how how and wet it was. The antique mall I found was a half hour away. So we carefully drove out there.

And it was great. So many cool things. But it was a little above our price range. I really did enjoy walking around and seeing cool and weird things. Even if I had no desire to buy any of it. I was just enjoying pointing at things and saying they looked like James. And just being silly. I was struggling physically and emotionally but I was still having fun. Even if I didn't feel well.

We left there and decided to go to the antique mall that was in the town where we were staying. And that one was fun too. Different. Not as much crazy expensive stuff. James got me a little coach wallet and a pretty good and seed pearl bunny pin for $14. Great deal. We had a funny chat with a lady that was surprised to see "young people" enjoying am antique store. And I was just like. This is all we do. Our apartment is basically a weird musuem.

I was having fun though. Even if I felt very bad. I was happy to be there and we got to see cool stuff. We even found a mini version of a precious stone globe we have seen a few times that I always love. So that was really neat.

It was still rainy and cold out. And would continue to be that way all day. James asked what I wanted to do and I requested we go to the diner. And so we did just that.

And it was a nice diner! Very modern. And the food was good. Soda has been tasting a little to sweet for me the last couple days. Like it will be really nice at first. But then once the bubbles go down it's a little sickly sweet. But I enjoyed the food at least.

We left there and headed back to the cabin to pack up. And it was pretty fast. James had already put in all the food in the cooler and I basically had my bag packed. So it was mostly gathering and making sure nothing was left behind. It was raining pretty hard at this point. James left the driver's side door open without thinking and it got all wet. But that was okay. We got the car packed and the bikes loaded. I was a little cold so James told me to bundle in the car. And I waited for them there. Just enjoying watching the trees for a few more minutes.

Once we did leave I worked on my embroidery. And we listened to a podcast once we got service again. It was spotty for a few minutes but not a big deal. We learned about a weird self help cult. And James had popcorn and things were good.

My stomach hurt a lot though. I was incredibly nauseous. And it wouldn't really calm down until we got home almost two hours later. It was rough. I was so glad to be home.

I carried as much as I could inside but I was mostly just really happy to see Sweetp. I held him for a bit while James went and got the rest of the stuff from the car. They would really take care of everything, putting things away and stuff. While I got in bed and tried to not throw up. Before I did that I did do a partial water change on the fish tank because the mites were really bad in the water. And I unpacked my backpack. But then I was in a sweater in bed and trying to feel alright.

James would take care of me. Held me for a while. Eventually went and got me juice. I had some cereal. And would slowly start to not feel as bad.

I'll be honest I am still feeling bad. But it's different. Every day has been different. My cough isn't so hard. It still feels like my chest is very heavy. I'm not comfortable. I feel exhausted and the idea of doing anything makes me feel more exhausted. But I am trying to stay positive that every bring will be okay. Even if it doesn't feel like it right now.

Eventually I took a bath. I sort of washed my hair but I think there were to many oils in the water so we'll see how it dries. James brought me two kettles of hot water so I could lay in there for longer. I love them so much. And once I was out they brought me dumplings and that helped me feel a little better too.

Now we are resting in bed. I am going to brush my teeth and honestly I think I'm just going to try to sleep after that. I feel so tired.

Tomorrow I have my doctor's appointment to get my injection. But mostly I am just looking forward to being with James. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. I just hope I feel better.

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourself!

[tempest-toss]

TELL US ABT UR OCS NOW [!!!]

Such enthusiasm has inspired me to break the rules, and give you three! West Virginia Bug Committee themed!]

Bee King

Known to the common person as Hercules Ashe, the head man on the production and sale of bee-friendly honey and conservationist who has helped bring back bee populations. He is usually seen in yellow and black attire, and is usually seen supporting his local farmers market or at his town's local gym. By all means he looks like a the average successful person. In the anomalous world, however, he is one you definitely don't want to end up crossing paths with.

Anomalous in the sense that he is part bee, he carries characteristics and abilities similar to that of a queen bee, including the ability to sting without worry of death (Stingers appear around his hands) and the ability to produce bees to defend him with their life (Usually produced from his mouth)

He believes leader Mark Mosura's claim that Mothman will help grant them their deepest desires, and has become a strong anchor for the group, and is the one who primarily funds them with his wealth.

"Miss Muffet"

Long dead according to human years, there exists an old lady that has seemingly wrapped her community in her web of love.

Everyone from the suburbs to the capitol knows of the old lady nicknamed Miss Muffet. She is often seen knitting everywhere, making sweaters for tourists as well as clothes for the local charities and clothes drives. It's hard to believe that someone so kind could be so cruel.

As guessed by her nickname, she is part spider and a hungry one at that. Hiding her other arms, eyes, and spider mouth from others, she can't help but feast every few nights in her hometown. She stalks her prey before wrapping them up and taking her time to enjoy her meal. She acts as a public face for the West Virginia Bug Committee, and helps keep the group in positive public favor.

Mark Mosura

Often called crazy by the people around him, Mark Mosura fervently believes that he can summon Mothman, and that with him everyone's deepest desires will be granted. His delusions have led him to transform a group based around entomology to what can only be described as a cult to mothman.

While he may be crazy, he isn't stupid. He has done his research and has found what may be the true way to accomplish his goals. Unfortunatley it requires the Foundation, the one group that can single handedly disband the Committee for good

His anomaly isn't that impressive when compared to others, especially if he is forcibly compelled to go near any bright light.

[underestimated-heroine]

Not my twelfth archive post 😭

General

My turn dog video

What happened with John green was fucked up

If Wallace from Wallace and gromit died

-core "and none of you have sex"

Peggle 2

Size comparison between prehistoric animals and modern descendants

If you found out you were pregnant right now tiktok

The Minecraft poem is public domain now

Deaf culture reference post

Human pet guy

This makes me personally uncomfortable to malicious scale

Worst opening sentence competition

My fish brain want to go home video

Explain the Jewish holidays to me like I'm 5

If I was famous I'd release a bad song nct

The pigeon post

Harriet Porber

I hate you Christmas I hate you Christian hegemony

On writing plotting made simple

How to tag posts which might trigger epilepsy

Martin Bühler bike guy activism

How to search tags on Tumblr

Neil gaiman you have to practice writing

Zhao on "authors that made social media work for them"

Can you do a horse drawing reveal

2023 I hope you all kys

This post is like running through a minefield girl boy palette

The departed Matt damn Mark Wahlberg different people

On writing - writing is a skill practicing descriptions advice

2022 Tumblr Year in Review Month By Month

What data Tumblr live takes

Good fucking Lord quit sex-shaming people

I hate job hunting - wait did Anne Boleyn die? post

Share your genome sequence in ur bio

On writing: Plot Structure infograph

Finally some actually constructive criticism on a post

Jewish Concept of Lashon Hara

Riverdale banned fanfiction?

"everything's fine" knitting pattern

Mitch and bitch story

"I'll let this white girl say it since very few people listen when we do" mental illness social currency tiktok

Pornbot dms comic

Atla southern raiders were looking for hama

Why you hating on the red hot chili peppers longboarding across campus world heritage post ask

Harry Potter Legacy Chick Fil-A

Why is the US like that (Christian cults)

Ratatouille rogan Shapiro video idek

No doesn't exist on the internet anymore

"I forgive myself for doing that" and "I shouldn't have done that" can coexist

The US did not come together during the pandemic

If someone told me they felt like Harry Potter after we had sex

Anti-aging outrage post idek

Anime "is this the episode where he lost his house"

Ancient people fish with the sexy tits tiktok

Scooby Doo post "I've heard people say this website is free but you pay in other ways"

repeat after me: rest for art

Beautiful by ordinary days comic

Glaze comes out data-poisoning against art thieves

Reylo Lord farquad

Hippo post

Do not stand over my grave and weep poem comic

Monty Python Lady of the Lake quote 💀💀

Cops searched afroman's house and then tried to sue him for making a music video of the search

Fairy tail's strongest team freaks rating

Personal

Loid Anya younger than he thinks

Support voice actors

Black and white movies gripe

AU were race horses

My Nasha hair headcanon

Fairy tail AU where Juvia joined ft first

Gajevy vs. Gruvia

When this website was obsessed with astrology

Iconic spy x panel finally animated

The irony of picky eaters

Gray loved being in Juvia's body

Pops & Mops

Lake mungo Joel Anderson legend

Lamborghini-sized breasts and pills

2023 is cockdickpenis year

"um yeah that's called an addiction" fuck off

Google thinks I'm being bullied for baby names

Fandom influencer types -_-

This website defending the reputation of bees

Shrek "I need a hero scene" dad looks like he's watching a car wreck

Scrimp scrive fuck around

Sailor moon redraw redeaw

Laxus Jellal BrOTP

Comedian vs. rich housewife video

Jan 4 2023 antiwork screenshots

I wanted Natsu to beg for forgiveness

Rankin bass Rudolph

Don't take your managers on good faith. Ever.

Gray Fullbuster to an enemy

Pornbot "how dare you block me" dream

Goodbad boy (yes it's tod)

Rieklings

Fairy Tail Chasing Tails fic

Poll vampires werewolves etc.

Fairy Tail Gendercross Big4 Guys

[eva-knits12]

I was born on November 4, 1979. What happened on that day? The Iranian Hostage Crisis. Yes, I was born on the day of a historical event.

1980's-the AIDS pandemic.

What happened on November 9, 1989, five days after my 10th birthday? The fall of the Berlin Wall.

What happened on January 20th, 1993? Bill Clinton is Inaugurated.

February 26, 1993-The World Trade Center is attacked the first time.

January 6, 1994-Tonya Harding's ex-husband and his cronies attack Nancy Kerrigan at Joe Louise Arena.

January, 1998-Bill Clinton goes on National TV and denies he banged Monica Lewinsky in the Oval Office. She also gave him a blow job!

October 8, 1998-Ken Starr gathers evidence to impeach Bill Clinton.

December 19, 1998-Bill Clinton gets impeached over his affair with Monica Lewinsky and the blow job she gave him. Yep, he literally gets impeached over a blow job! But everyone forgets about the affair with Gennifer Flowers, and Linda Tripp, right?

November, 2000-Florida has a recount of ballots due to 10,000 votes being thrown out. Gore actually won, but the Supreme Court intervened and gave the Presidency to George W. Bush.

September 11, 2001-The World Trade Center and the Pentagon are attacked.

2002-2003-SARS appears. Eight Americans die. Bush closes the country to prevent it from coming in and spreading even further.

2007-The economy crashes.

November 4, 2008-Barrack Obama is the President. He's the first bi-racial president. Best birthday ever for me!

January 20, 2008-President Obama is Inaugurated.

2008-20120-there's a MAJOR recession as a result of the 2007 economic crash and banking crisis.

2009-H1N1 is on US soil. (I'm convinced I had this thanks to my cousin who brought it back to MI with him. He's a trucker.)

November 8, 2016-President Donald Trump is elected, and wins. I voted for Hillary Clinton, but I digress.

January 20, 2017-Trump is Inaugurated.

January 21, 2017-millions of pissed-off women hold the women's march. The pink cat hats were actually knitted or crocheted by knitters and crocheters themselves! Here's a pattern to the famous hat!

December 18, 2019-Trump is impeached for the FIRST TIME! This was over his phone calls with Ukranian President Volodmyr Zelenskyy to get him to dig up dirt on his political opponents, including Joe Biden.

March 18, 2020-COVID 19 enters US Soil while Trump was busy tweeting and throwing another hissy fit on Fox. (Him phoning in Fox News every morning was him throwing another hissy fit. It's going to happen again, but worse this time!)

March, 2020-With no pandemic plan, Trump tweets. Trump keeps tweeting. Borders are closed. The world is shut down. Trump sends aid to red states only, tells people in blue states to basically go fuck themselves. Calls MI governor Gretchen Whitemere "The crazy lady from Michigan" when she was asking for some aide, because states had NO resources or no epidemic plan to follow. Trump got rid of Obama's pandemic plan, which prevented the Ebola virus from spreading when it first entered US soil.

November 3, 2020-Joe Biden is elected President. Trump actually tries to rig the election.

January 6, 2021-Trump and his cult storm the capitol.

January 13, 2021-Trump is impeached. AGAIN. See January 6.

November 5, 2024-Trump wins the election! He's the first convicted felon as President. He cheated, he rigged this election, and there's evidence that proves this. Kamala lost, and still, all hope isn't lost.

There, I've been through 27 historical events in my 45 years on this planet.

I've never felt Squidward on so many levels right now.

[zumpietoo]

An Anti-Handmaiden's Tale Rant....

Soo....okay, just gonna get geared up on why I kinda hate it all, in all its incarnations, etc (and don't find it especially progressive or feminist....)

So, first off....the entire OG premise has no shortage of pure, unadulterated mean girling, and the entire basis is "I'm not like OTHER girls"....then, ultimately? The main character is saved by a buncha dudes....and yeah, obviously, not ALL dudes are christo-fascist misogynists, but still....it's gross.

It's also inherently racist and, weirdly, depise Gilead quite closely mirroring how life was for many black slaves in this country? She's never, EVER mentioned THAT as her inspiration (in fact, everything she draws from is based on the plight of white wimmin far longer ago/in the bible (so potentially fully untrue)/in cults/fascist dictatorships/etc.....)

AND then consider, Atwood, herself, would later back a dude repeatedly accused of sexual harassment/assault, while ignoring the many, repeated claims made by victims who came forward....

That said, the series, (which she looovvess), OFC, is ninety billion times worse...

For starters, it's created by a dude....and, again, not saying dudes can't be feminist, etc, buuuutt.....

It's apparently, full bore misery porn violence against wimmin, with, yet again, wimmin, actually? Reduced to stereotypes....and, guess what? None of this is needed or feminist.

I found a considerable lot on how fucking racist it is, black women are either "best friends"/side characters or overwhelmingly, mammies (sooooo thinly veiled as "Marthas")....I even stumbled on some reddit thread seeking to disprove this with "well there's one commander who's black and HE even has a pregnant wife, making all the other sexist pigs jelly...."....great, so there's also tokenism.

Much progressive. Very inspiring.

I even stumbled upon a blog that dared have "history" in its name, while claiming how historical it all was....an example of their stupid?

There was a time where the only job women could have was that of a "fallen woman" and Charles Dickens sympathized with these "fallen women" in his books....

AHEM....while, unquestionably, career choices had long been severely limited for our gender, it was not that of "prostitute or nothing".....what does this fucking moron think being a maid, dressmaker, cook, governess or housekeeper were?

Yes, all were limited, etc....but they were all jobs that paid $$$ and presumably didn't require turning tricks. As for Dickens, boyfriend was NOT sympathetic to women, at ALL.....dude was a gross, elitist, cheating misogynist whose ideal lady was his own wife's sister, cuz she sat quietly in the corner, while sweetly sacrificing everything she had for others. And was skinny, cuz his wife had put on a few having HIS kids.

This person further states commander's wives have nothing left to do but sit home, while knitting and praying for a baby....just like in the 1950s.....umm, dude....wimmin DID have the right to vote and there were plenty of peeps (of all races) gearing up to start really protesting moving forward. Please stop being so fucking ignorant.

Additionally, while, again, yes, absolutely, life sucks for them too (and it's heelarious that Serena Joy was too fucking dumb to grasp that when she was working with them to overthrow shit), the fact is, being a politician (or other influential person's) spouse has always been a verrrryyyy full time job, in and of itself.

As Martha Stewart (an educated, actual prominent feminist, herself) has fully proven, and can turn itself entirely into an eventual mega career.

Then factor that it also (OFC) buries the gheys----AND that it stars a woman who, herself, is in a fucking elitist, gay-hating, misogynistic cult (Elisabeth Moss is a HUGE Scientologist) that publicly supports violence against women.

And, for the record, Moss never has and never will be an especially good actress.

So what are we left with? Some jerk quietly fapping to his misery porn about the manic pixie dreem girl who's pissed off cuz lost all her white privilege (after having taken it for granted and treated other wimmin like shit all her life).....and that we should be worried cuz we could lose white privilege too.