#can't believe no oc had escaped from the cult in this story

[lyraarylfyrefly]

oh no! i had thoughts about one of my characters. i decided her name is/was Idris which does NOT help cause i still don't have an actual name for her

she's heavily linked to flat out destruction and escaped a death cult that instilled the idea that she was only meant for destruction

she escaped when she was like 12 and both idolizes and hates the person who seems to be the cult's prophesied savior who will either end the world or the cult bc it was meant to be her and she's glad it wasn't.

she subconsciously believes that she can only destroy and makes herself miserable because of it

she decides to become a magical girl bc maybe then a monster can kill her but she lies to everyone (including herself) and says it's for the money

she's great at fighting but never strategizes unless direct fighting is not an option

she inherently thinks everyone but her relatives from the death cult are better people than her morally

she thinks she's a weapon, and she thinks she doesn't deserve anything she's ever gotten since she escaped

[aita-blorbos]

[OC AITA (anon so hopefully no one finds all those spoilers)]

Content Warning: cults, fictional religion, religious fanaticism, burning alive, asphyxiation mention, drug mentions, also this is a horror story

AITA for burning down a cult? Literally?

So, I (adult, F) was part of a religious cult that believed that there was a God in a realm between minds, I was there since I was little until around 17-18 when I did the "event".

This mind realm can be accessed through a powder that is sniffed (and is NOT cocaine before anyone assumes this) and kinda "deactivate" your senses, allowing you to go there, which is something all the cult members did at least once.

Their leader, which I'm gonna call Mask (adult, ??) cause Mask never showed their face, told the members that only those who are "pure" (like the Christian Inquisition meaning + never killing anyone) can talk to this God and live with it on the realm after death. And apparently only Mask and a few people ever got to, but Mask "decided to stay and spread the word".

But, when someone find they're "impure", the only act of redemption they can do is getting into the cult's gas chamber with a fire and burn themselves to death, a point that'll be important later.

Anyways, context aside, around 17-18 I started discovering secrets that Mask has hidden from the other members about the other few people that got to "ascend" as they call it. Their bodies were rotting in a hidden room with no life in their eyes, like they were stuck in the mind realm, but they could still talk and all I could hear is "get me outta here".

When I brought this up to my friends C and B (minors at the time, adults now, both M), they both were in denial that Mask would do anything like this, which I expected from them since they're part of Mask's family, but C changed his mind after going to see it by himself.

Me and C made a plan to tell this to the other members but we were caught and sent to the gas chamber for "conspiracy against Mask" which was never a rule since no one had attempted this before. B was still denying and didn't make part of the plan but got sent to the chamber too for knowing about the plan and not telling anything.

Since they would only open the chamber once there was an explosion or if there was no sound after some hours (died by asphyxiation), I put the gas in one side of the room flapping a sheet of paper and exploded it, giving some burns but nothing fatal. Once the door opened, we ran out of the room, but the gas kept leaking (guess they forgot to close it). I picked a torch to keep the guards away, and when we escaped, I threw the torch, unintentionally exploding the "house" and burning everyone inside.

I... I know this was years ago and it was a horrible thing to do, even accidentally but... I don't feel any remorse for it. The way they treated and threatened and traumatized me, C, B and other people is something I can't and won't forget, and I can't help but laugh at the irony of Mask dying the same way their cult "indirectly" (in their view) killed so many others.

But... since I reunited with C and B, I wonder if I was in the wrong here, at least in involving them. C still shivers at the mention of that day, though he did move on, but B has nightmares about that day and still hears Mask's voice in his head...

And... I feel like I'm no better than that cult, having traumatized B and C so much. So, AITA?

[dinoswordsb]

erm anyways. multiples of 7

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Um yes ^_^ Most of my characters are for my pet project sleepy creek which ive talked about on and off on this blog. I have a couple other ones that're part of a different project thats like a western apocalypse thing but i dont think ive really mentioned them at all because its still very much a rough concept. 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

umm -looking at the list- that's all of them but specifically I will go with Frenzy :] Frenzy is my fallout OC, they're a traveling merchant with a LOT of baggage. They're an escaped member of the cult of the mothman in pt pleasant. They were raised on violence and as such have a lot of blood on their hands, and on top of that were groomed from the time they were young into believing they had a grand fate within the cult. After they escape, this feeling that they must be destined for greatness never really goes away, and manifests as guilt for the things they had done while with the cult. As such they believe themselves to be a sort of martyr, somebody to suffer or even die for the assistance of others.

21. Your most artistic OC

Mmmmm this is tough. As far as traditional art goes like sculptures and painting and whatnot, it's a solid tie between Ben and Allistor. They both work with many mediums, but Ben prefers more three dimensional works like sculptures or taxidermy pieces, though he also enjoys charcoal, while Allistor is more inclined to paint or use pastels/colored pencils/things like that.

As for other forms of art, Cutler has a band and makes music for a living ^_^ There's more but off the top of my head I can't remember them

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Osiris......he is a serial killer. So.

35. Any sibling characters?

Yes. Like, all of them. It's honestly easier to list characters that DON'T have siblings than the ones that do. But as for the main ones, Alex and Allistor are brothers, Wren has a brother named Cameron that's important to their arc(and eventually has his own), Masaru has two siblings I haven't introduced that are important to his backstory. AND Travis has a baby sister named Beth that he is very close with.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Danny hands down. Actually canonically had a hyperfix on greek lit in high school. Oedipus, Antigone, all that good stuff.

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Tie between Danny and Castyn because they are best friends :)

[elusive---ivory]

13. "Let's match today." How would you describe your OC F/O's fashion taste? Send pictures if you'd like!

27. "Crank it up to 11!" What's your OC F/O's favorite song / what are some of their favorite songs? Do you have a song you feel reflects them in some way, and if so, which is it and why? If you have an OC F/O playlist that describes them and / or a playlist for y'all's relationship, feel free to post a link to it!

1. "I think I dreamed you to life." - What's your OC F/O's origin story? (As in, what motivated you to create your OC f/o? Did anything in particular inspire you to base their personality / looks off of?) Please tell us basic facts about them that you feel is important for us to know to better get to know them!

10. "This is my favorite chapter." What's one of your favorite moments spent with your OC F/O? Tell us about it- what happened? What made it so special?

For whichever f/o(s) you'd like to answer for ✨💚!!

Clover @tex-treasures

1. "I think I dreamed you to life." - What's your OC F/O's origin story? (As in, what motivated you to create your OC f/o? Did anything in particular inspire you to base their personality / looks off of?) Please tell us basic facts about them that you feel is important for us to know to better get to know them!

Finnegan: I made him while thinking of a series about the Loch Ness Monster, like the shape of water, the Loch Ness Monster is locked up, but falls in love with his captor, (which is not cool, but she managed to help him escape) eventually Finnegan was born, but his mother had died from a mysterious illness. He may or may not have killed his mothers killer, while searching for his father.

Matthew J.: He is a combination between Jeff the Killer and The Riddler from Batman (2022). He's my personal little scrumgly honestly. I actually dreamt him up one night, and I was the detective, I was trying to get him to confess, but apparently I didn't have any evidence. So, I have to let him go. But, like, I know he did it. I end up getting fired and so I just end up obsessing over him, because I know he's a serial killer. So, that's kinda the cat and mouse thing going on. I believe his parents weren't good to him, as most of my ocs have, but there was something particularly brutal about his.

Penelope: She used to be a self-insert of mine, until I started to grow out and flesh out her character. She's psychic and her ability comes from her parents weird cult. She's also from Texas, so that's the closest place to hell. She made all her friends die in a car crash just for thinking about it. And she has a twin brother, who's as strong as a paperclip.

13. "Let's match today." How would you describe your OC F/O's fashion taste? Send pictures if you'd like!

Dkfjfhfh alright.

Finnegan Ness: my Scottish fish man. He adores skirts and sweaters. He has a flare for anything green. He's not too flashy, but sometimes he feels himself.

Matthew J. King: He's your typical horror movie slasher, with the twist that he hasn't grown past his middle school era. He wears baggy clothes with suspicious red stains on them. Weird, wonder how they got there.

Penelope Gossamer: My sweet paranoid gf with trauma. Yeah, she may also be possessed by the spirit of a clown, but that doesn't mean she can't slay. She's got a whole wardrobe is awesome sweaters.

27. "Crank it up to 11!" What's your OC F/O's favorite song / what are some of their favorite songs? Do you have a song you feel reflects them in some way, and if so, which is it and why? If you have an OC F/O playlist that describes them and / or a playlist for y'all's relationship, feel free to post a link to it!

Ohhh!!! I love making character playlists (there's a hit of self ship), but I just recently made one for ratthew.

10. "This is my favorite chapter." What's one of your favorite moments spent with your OC F/O? Tell us about it- what happened? What made it so special?

Finnegan: I dream about him often. I feel bad for what he had to go through, (humans didn't like him/called him an abomination). He's quite sensitive and he often cries. His interior is a soft sweet man who hates pollution and he just wants to be able to breath. I'd imagine if i could transfer him over to where I am, he would live in my bathtub, but I don't think that'd be easy for him.

Matthew J. King: Other than the interrogation, I haven't had a compelling scene with him. I just know my character in that dream has been stalking him for a long time.

Penelope: I've had some very nice dates with her. She definitely gets me and understands who I am on a personal level. When her weird clown friend isn't there, she's a lot less paranoid.

[aita-blorbos]

(Oc story)

AITA for escaping a cult?

(TW cults, experimentation, death, trauma)

I (31 M) am the reincarnation of the 2nd king of hell who could be summed up as one thing: tyrannical. Not getting into what he did, but a cult formed and their goal is to bring "me" back to how I used to be and essentially make a second hell for me to rule over. Thing is though: I knew absolutely nothing about that until the cult told me and I didn't even want this, so they decided to use force and kidnapped me. During this time they started experimenting on me to make me more like the king.

I briefly managed to escape and met someone, C (38 M), who let me hide with him after hearing about the whole cult thing. We essentially became friends with benefits during this time. During this time I accidentally bit him and poisoned him due to the cult's experiments. C's health was rapidly declining to the point of massivechunks of his skin falling off, so I decided to pick up some groceries for him. The cult found me again and kidnapped me again before I'd even reached the store.

After a few weeks of no progress the cult decided that I'd probably be more accepting if I had "my" court. They found C, who was already about to die, and sacrificed him in a ritual that'd bring him back as a demonic version of himself. All in front of me despite me desperately pleading for them not to kill C. After he came back, the cult began manipulating C to think that I was still the 2nd King of Hell and refused to let us see each other still.

This agency finally broke into the cult and rescued C and I after the cult tried to convert their lead detective who was also a demon. We finally got to talk to each other again and that's how I found out that the cult managed to convince C that I'd abandoned him while he was suffering for the cult and that I still had the same powers I had from back when I was the King of Hell. He feels betrayed that I left him to die instead of curing him despite me not even being able. He doesn't even want to be near me anymore. I can't help but blame myself because I'm the reason he got killed in the first place. If I hadn't escaped that cult, I could've prevented all of this. Had I just played along and let them believe I was that monstrous king of hell, C wouldn't have even been involved in the first place. I'm not that king, I'm just his reincarnation. I'm just... me. I couldn’t save C no matter what I did.

AITA for escaping that cult?

[aita-blorbos]

[OC AITA (yep, same anon from the gas chambers one, highly recommend reading that one first, here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/aita-blorbos/729589462028419072/oc-aita-anon-so-hopefully-no-one-finds-all-those?source=share, also my phone died in the middle of this ask so I'm rewriting it now at 11PM, sorry for any confusing parts, Octonine can explain later)]

Content Warnings: cult mention, internalized ableism and saneism, repressed memories, description of corpses, drugs, less-than-scientific experiments, bullying, self-harm, suicidal ideation, child... "death"? i guess..., oh and also it's a horror story.

AITA for accidentally "killing" a child?

That sounds horrible but let me give some context:

I (adult M), my brother B (also adult M) and my friend P (adult F) are cult survivors and recently we created an orphanage/child therapy clinic after P's Psychology graduation. We wanted to help mentally ill kids like we once were, giving them a safe and supportive space we didn't have.

Since we started this, me and B had problems with some of the children, mostly the ones that that cult taught us were "impure", so I started trying to, y'know, confront that. The problem is, differently from B, my memories of that era were really repressed after our escape years ago, which you can guess it's hard to confront your past and your mentality when you can't remember it.

P suggested that I tried doing therapy with her, but I needed something more immediate, so I got an idea... that could have gone really badly... and I guess it did turn out like this... I went back to the ruins of that cult's "house" and found the hidden backroom in the debris. The sight of the abandoned carbonized corpses of the ones who "ascended" unlocked some of my memories, but that was not what I was searching for.

Then I found it, the "mind powder", the same one we used to access our mind realms, surely that would be a faster way. I brought some of it to our orphanage and made a makeshift "sensory isolator" (pool filled with water and salt) on the basement (no one ever uses it anyways). It was weird going back there again, it was less chaotic than when I was a child, more empty.

I tried this about 3-4 times before anything happened, and then I found something, some balls of light (or seemed to be light, it was bright than the rest of that space) that when touched showed me my memories. I looked through many of them until I found any that I couldn't see, and the more of them I saw, more things started appearing: "shadows" of objects, people and places from the past. Until I found... the "house".

Inside it, there they were, all the memories my brain didn't let me see. After brute-forcing a bit, I found out how to see them and in a few hours, I have come to terms with my past... or at least I believed so.

After this, I told about what I discovered to P, that was horrified, as the results could have been catastrophic, and that I was looking really pale after this constant exposure (I used it every day for a week and this was used once a month max). I said to her that, with some development, this could be a really effective way to help the children we take care of, and she snapped, held me down, and made me promise that I wouldn't ever touch that powder again.

After some months, I started to look less pale, and P ended up rethinking the whole situation, and said she would allow it, as long as the children weren't involved, to which I agreed. A few days later, P's son D (14-15 M) came to me saying that he knew about the powder thing and asked me if he could try it. I denied saying that I promised to his mother I wouldn't do this experiment with the children.

I talked to about it to P, and she called D to talk with her there. She was trying to explain to him why that was dangerous, but it sounded a lot like she was fighting with him, all the while he was looking at me as if I had betrayed him, which I would soon come to understand. She asked why he would ever need to do this and... well...

...how do I say this?...

He lifted his arm, showing lots of scars he had kept hidden, apparently he was having problems with bullying (the verbal and psychological one I think) that lead into him cutting himself... gosh I don't know how to describe any of this right, but I think you got the idea.

So he thought that maybe, by confronting these thoughts and memories "directly", he could be better... somehow. There was a silence for a long while, until P broke down. I... didn't knew what to do, I didn't knew if what he was saying was possible, none of us knew, but he seemed so desperate that eventually I said that we could try it if he wanted to. P was enraged over this, yelling at me about how I dare suggest this in such a vulnerable moment, I argued that I was just trying to help him, and it kept escalating until D ran out of the room crying and went to the basement.

When me and P got there, he was picking the powder and throwing it in the water (which is definitely NOT the way to do it), and when we reached him, it was too late, he was already in his mind realm. Taking him out of the water didn't bring him back, we tried a few things to wake him up but nothing worked, so we waited. After half an hour, he started to whisper some words and phrases like "where", "lost", "i'm scared", "let me go" and "still alive". Slowly, he started talking more, and then he started screaming in terror of something. We panicked, we tried to talk to him, get him out of there, but he just screamed louder and louder until he says "get me outta here!!" and then he stops, and falls down with one last whisper: "thank you". P slowly open his eyes, and we both get mortified when we see it. He was with the same lifeless eyes of the "ascended", which makes me scream and curl into a corner of the room, starting to break down, memories flowing back in.

I... I feel like I'm the villain here. I decided to search for the powder, I used it to "fix myself" quicker, I had the idea of using it to help the children, I told P about what D asked to me forcing him to confess it to his mother, I left all the "equipment" to use it there lying on the basement... I... I killed him... didn't I? It sounds silly to ask it now but, AITA?