#cult docs

[werewolvestolovers]

ok what lol I need these documentary recs please (I'm on a cults docu binge rn)

omg definitely!

Heaven's Gate: The Cult of Cults (solid, but the Heaven's Gate podcast is more thorough and totally worth a listen to)

Seduced: Inside the NXIVM Cult (solid, would watch after The Vow Part 1)

HBO's The Vow Part 1 and 2 (Made by people who were high up in the cult, so detailed but also a lot of 'definitely not my fault' energy)

The Keepers (fucked up, doc doesn't go into the other strange, unreliable claims of recovered memories)

Q: Into The Storm (great paired with NYT's Rabbit Hole podcast!)

Stolen Youth: Inside the Cult at Sarah Lawrence (part cult, part domestic violence, great explanation of coercive control)

The Burari Deaths (graphic images, part cult, part domestic violence)

Sins of Our Mother (part cult, part murder for hire)

Abducted in Plain Sight (not actually about cults, but only makes a modicum of sense once you find out they are Mormons)

Notes:

/r/cults has some excellent recs!

I tried Wild, Wild Country but it's extremely long and the first episode is not that engaging.

I haven't watched any of the Waco/Branch Davidians docs because I rather not wade through possible propaganda

I haven't watched any on Jonestown because there are several podcasts that have done fantastic deep dives like Casefile and Last Podcast on the Left. Expect graphic images and recordings of people dying if you do watch a doc on Jonestown tho.

Haven't had the stomach to watch a doc on the Children of God cult.

Drama, not documentary but Hulu's Under The Banner of Heaven with Andrew Garfield is a fantastic peek into Mormonism. I also like Last Podcast's Mormonism episodes.

Haven't seen yet, but on my watchlist:

Keep Sweet: Pray and Obey

Going Clear: Scientology & The Prison of Belief

Holy Hell

Prophet's Prey

The Deep End

Aum: The Cult At The End of The World

[aniimoni]

COTL AU; Debated posting this because it’s just concept art, but I also need to feed you guys so hmmm

Anyway, enjoy 😋 Please leave any questions in my asks!!

Closeup:

idk I just needed him to be smokey and mysterious, all else comes second.

[quanticq]

came over from tt bc i rlly liked ur cult of the lamb stuff, but now I wanna kno more about them 👁👁 since ik everyone's lamb is different in how they write/draw them - what would u say ur lamb's personality is like?

The Lamb aka Leader, The Vessel, Usurper, False Idol

Or just Lambert. (They/Them)

sass, passive aggressive, but genuinely nice, a bit messed up in the head, closeted cannibal but that’s a topic for another day. “Bitches love my sermon!” “This time I'm really gonna do it.” Can’t tell the difference between left and right so they have to do the L method with their hooves. Maxed out their charisma stats so you can imagine what type of bs they made up on the spot.

[lightningant]

wrow

[a-lurking-fae]

《𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 - 𝕻𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗》

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢

⚠︎ WARNING ⚠︎ : Human sacrifice, mentions of torture, implied kidnapping if you squint, break-ins, burning flesh, creeps.

"The stars that shine through the mystical sky is held in your eyes."

Treasures of gold, heaps of silver, mountains of flora, and fauna, it was anyone could have wished for— but you. It wasn't fun to have all eyes on you. The attention solely focused on your features, flaws are inspected, and cruel moments of vulnerability.

You watch as another human is killed in your name it was never yours to begin with, impostor, their screams of pain tear your ears it'll be you soon, as they beg for forgiveness and repentance. It's—

"Does this sacrifice satisfy you, Your Grace? These people were the protesters from last month. There are children too, if you wish, we can—" Horrific. How dare they! To bring the children to this is a different matter altogether.

"No. For a mortal mind such as yours, it harbours horrible ideas that even demons do not entertain. Children are innocent, and that is an ultimatum. You have directly faced my word—" you look to the crowd, eager to listen. “My children, do you think this man deserves a punishment?" Loud screams of agreement erupt from the crowd. Some onlookers even light up after hearing the man might be punished. "It seems most of you agree. Now, what sentence should we give him?”

The man pleads for forgiveness, kneeling as he approaches you, clasping his hands together, an air of desperation surrounding him. Xiao goes closer to you, making sure that the man can't harm you. If he did, well…

“My dear Morax, Geo Archon. Tell me, how do your people face punishment for the crime of harming children? Both directly and indirectly.” You look at him, his face full of delight. You called him your dear

“Corporal punishment : beating, death by boiling, chariots, and permanent mutilation like tattooing and castration. Then, they could be sent to become wall builders. Whichever you prefer Your Grace.” Morax was joyful, Her Grace was truly a kind ruler.

“You, what punishment do you want?”

The man is horrified he bashes his head on the floor, pleading. “Tick-tock, if you can't choose, then we might as well do them all. Is that right?” Cheers erupt from the crowd. The smell of burning human flesh overwhelms you.

You slowly start to get up, signalling the guard to take him away. You hated this. It was your choice to kill him.

────୨ৎ────

「 You did well, my dear. 」

‘Shut it, I don't wanna hear from you today.’ You held your expression with a smile, bottling up your anger towards the real creator.

「 Just a bit more, I promise that you'll get to that other world. Earth, was it? I don't know why you want to go there, it looks shitty. 」

‘It's a whole lot better than here.’ You finally got back to the palace. You had one in each country since they'd fight over you every time. ‘There are some perks to this, I guess.’

You plop down the bed, not bothering to take your shoes off at this point. It's exhausting, really. You dream of going back to earth. It was your home, of course.

You don't know how long you'll be able to keep the facade, Furina did a great job at that. But you weren't an actor in any way, and your mental health was already down the drain. You're not sure how you’d fare.

「 Hey, I'm sorry. 」

“For what?” You wonder why, this creator— they've always been an enigma when you met them. You think they're drunk.

「 For everything. 」

“It's fine…” You sigh out. It's no use anyway. The damage has been done. No use crying over spilt milk. You decide to take a shower, looking at the mirror. You're supposed to look like them, so why can you see your reflection—

「 Stop looking at the mirror. 」

“I know, mirrors are bad because they can always show one's true self. Basically, it's a face detector, honestly.” You rub your eyes. The bath was filled with roses, milk, and other scents. They mixed together well. You expected to have headaches because of it, but it seems like it was just your imagination.

“Haa… this is pretty relaxing, honestly. I'm alone, with snacks, relaxing~” You hum a happy tune, dancing a bit in the bathtub.

「 Uh, no your not— 」

‘WHAT?!’ You look around slowly, taking in your peripheral vision. There.

You slowly stood, grabbed the bath robe, and booked it to your room. Stopping at the door separating the room and bathroom. Before you opened the big ass door, you heard noises.

「 It's them. Hide dumbass! 」

‘I KNOW!’ You calmly panicked. Rushing to the bath again, you threw your robe to an empty pot. Thankfully, since the bath was heavily scented and mixed with milk, the water wasn't that clear. The door slowly unlocked as you submerged yourself into the tub. Forgetting one thing, your fucking asthmatic.

「 Dumb. (っ- ‸ - ς) 」

They search the room silently, looking at every nook and cranny. You forgot about Xiao— “They're not here, check the other rooms.” You hear before they start going out. “Wait— there's a bathrobe over there, they're hiding…”

You can't hold your breath anymore. You slowly get back up, the look of surprise in the trespassers appears. For them, you just appeared in the water mysteriously.

“Xiao—” He appears near you, kneeling, his head looking down at the floor. The intruders share a look of fear. Seems like they know him, they probably know they might be kinda fucked.

“Yes, Your Grace?” He slowly looks up with a blush, realizing that he was in your bathroom. “Could you deal with these intruders for me, sweetheart?” He looks to find them, standing petrified, then they run.

Oh, they're so dead. “And do it quietly. The children are in the garden with Ningguang, and I wouldn't want to worry them.” Xiao nods, summoning his spear. He knocks them all out, dragging their bodies to the guards.

He notes that he should report this to Rex Lapis. After all, how could anyone get into your chambers? Unless there were others that were involved.

You relaxed again, a towel was delivered by a maid, she looked nervous. Her uniform signified that she was from Monstadt. ‘The new maid, Anna. That's her name, right?’

「 Yes, why do you ask? 」

‘I have a gut feeling about her and not the bad type.’ She could be a key figure for your escape. ‘She'd be in danger too.’ You sigh, you take the towel from her with a smile, dismissing her.

Honestly, this is just fucking exhausting.

────୨ৎ────

You lie on your bed, slowly drifting off to sleep. It was an exhausting day, of course. Unbeknownst to you, someone— something is watching you while you sleep. It takes a physical form, lying right next to you, cradling your body.

“We'll be together soon. Don't worry, my love.”

────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────

ησтє : Oohh, who could that be?? ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

[cringefail-clown]

no-sburb aus are so fucking stupid to write bc so much worldbuilding is tied up to that green rainbow-eyed motherfucker. how do you even twist alternia to make sense without his influence. im jumping through the hoops and landing face-first on the pavement and exploding into fairy dust

[turnippencil]

Writing is fun, but this scene is gnawing at my brain

Have crumbs of the constant mental drumming of my narilamb infatuation

♡ More underneath ♡

For a fic I want to write so bad. At this point, I have parts I want to get to, but I need to

connect the dangly bits with an actual plot. Gotta churn out words faster to write this part pleaseeee

No time to design cool clothes just go with the basics

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Mumpearl Drabble please :3?

His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo.

PearlescentMoon has gone by many names: Peril. Farmer Queen. Santa Perla. Madre de Girasoles. The Great Lunar Neighbour. Even Moonatrix Octa. She was no stranger to deification. She'd been worshipped by a wide variety of people. By her own Helianthias, by the Harengons of Sanctuary, by Jeremys of Stratos: and, now, even by The Order of Octa. And yet, out of all these followings, out of all these flocks of religions, cults and sects dedicated to her image… there was only one she was interested in. The Mooners. Or, rather, its founder. And his name was Mumbo Jumbo. She had to admit, it was odd. She’d been worshipped by countless mortals throughout history, but this wasn't just another mindless devotee, no, before that, he had been someone she'd known; somebody she'd loved. A friend. Before he had been a Mooner he had been apart of Boatem. He still was. It was surreal to see the same man she'd laughed with, the same man who had teased her and taught her what it was like to love and be loved and be human… worship the very thing about her that wasn't. Worship the idea of her, worship the concept of a omnipotent, despotic rock in the sky, worship everything about herself she hated. She had hated being a goddess. That's why she had come to Hermitcraft in the first place. She was sick of being treated as a stagnant notion - something simultaneously too abstract to comprehend and yet something superficial enough to be classified by one word: perfect. She wasn't a person, just an idea. A deity. But Mumbo Jumbo had taught her how to be a person. No… he'd been the one who had made her a person. Or maybe he had just showed her that she had always been one. He made her laugh. Cry. Love. Hate. Learn. Live. Experience. He taught her how to feel, want, explore, be… he had showed her the wonders of this world, shown her that everything alive was sacred and unkillable, that this planet was alive and thus beautiful. He had made her fall in love with the dull world that she had grown to loathe over the centuries all over again. He had made her fall in love with him. And so, watching him fall in love, not with her — not with the genuine, real version of herself she'd become — but with postulated perception of herself she'd been trying so hard to unbecome? The dehumanized idea of what she was supposed to be? The version of herself he'd unwittingly taught her she wasn't defined by? It felt like death. It felt like she was dying. Was this heartache? Could somebody who never had a heart have it break? Pearl loved Mumbo. But Mumbo only loved the Moon. Not Pearlescent.

The moon had two faces; one of which was always hidden from sight. One face could never be seen the human eye. No matter how much they tried, no matter what they used — whether it be telescopes, binoculars, spectrometers, or observation stations… nobody could ever see the far side of the moon. Nobody could ever see her in full display. Only in facets; fragments. In some ways, Pearl resented this fact. Nobody could ever know her; not truly. Nobody could never know her in her entirety. What would happen if they knew the new Australian Hermit wasn't from Australia at all, but from the moon, anyway? No, actually, she wasn't from the moon, she was the moon. She was just the actual, literal moon. That big 'ol floating rock in the sky? The one rapidly plummeting towards their planet on a path set to destruction? Yeah, that was her. Well, not exactly her, but her divine shell, which missed its' goddess after she had taken mortal form so much it was trying to reunite with her by colliding with Hermitcraft… Oopsie-daisy, yeah, my bad, sorry about the impending doom! On the slim chance they didn't immediately kick her off the server due to her very presence being a threat not only to everyone but the world itself's safety, what would they think of her, then? If the fact half of the Hermit's first instincts were to start cults around The Moon in response to its enlargement was any indication, something told her they wouldn't treat her like a regular Hermit anymore. They'd start treating her exactly like what she'd come here to get away from: a goddess. She wouldn't be Pearl anymore. She wouldn't have friends anymore. Just followers. She hated that sometimes she considered it. Oh, how easy it would be, to tell Mumbo she was the Great Lunar Neighbour he loved so much. That she was who he'd been unknowingly worshipping this entire time; she was his goddess. Her feelings for him would be reciprocated in a heartbeat. He'd love her in the same way she loved him; endlessly and entirely. …But he wouldn't. Not really. He wouldn't love her. He'd love the idealized idea of her he thought she was, this version of her he'd made up in his head. And even saying he'd love her would be a stretch… no, he wouldn't love her. He'd revere her, worship her, exalt her… but not love. Not in the ways mortals loved each other. He wouldn't love her for who she was, but for what she was. And, so, she wouldn't tell him. Because as long as he didn't know, there was still a chance he could love her; the actual her. She just had to be patient. Though it was times like this her patience really ran thin.

"I don't understand," Mumbo sobbed; the sound was hoarse, gravelly and guttural. He hadn't slept in… nobody knew how long, and the hysteric delirium of sleep-deprivation seemed to finally be catching up with him. "I — I did… I did everything right! I'm doing everything right, I don't — I don't understand what I did wrong. What am I doing wrong?" He cried. "Shh, shh… you're not doing anything wrong, Mumbs. You didn't do anything wrong. You're perfect. You've done everything perfect," Pearl consoled him, running her fingertips' through his hair in an assuaging manner, trying to coax him to calmness in the same way somebody might try to coax a crying infant back to sleep in the late hours of the night… which, was what she was doing, really, in a sense. His locks were unkempt, disheveled and sloven, bedraggled despite the fact he hadn't touched a bed for weeks. But even in his grotty state, to her, he was still gorgeous. He was still perfect. "Then why is she still mad? I — I made her a temple, I made her altars, I built her shrines, and — and — and — I even convinced Boatem to give up their beds! I even —  I don't understand… I thought — I thought that would fix it… I thought that would make her happy, but she's still — is it not enough? Am I not doing enough..?" Mumbo sniffled as he looked at her with hollow, sunken eyes, a strange mixture of devotion and desperation on his face. His eyebags were so heavy they weighed down his cheeks' like an anchor, an anvil. "Can't she tell I love her? I — I just want to make her happy. I just want her to know — I — I just… I just want her to know how much I love her." Pearl's heart ached. I know. "She knows," she whispered, trying to keep her voice from hitching, trying to control her pitch. "She knows you love her. She… she loves you too. So, so much." I love you too. I love you so, so much. "No," Mumbo shook his head with a strangled snuffle, dismissing her words as nothing but empty consolations. He didn't know how true they really were, he didn't know they weren't just a friend's weak attempt to lift his spirits, but that they were a love confession from the very God he had devoted his entire being too. That she really did love him, too, more than he could possibly fathom. "If — if she loved me, she… she wouldn't still be upset. If she knew how much I loved her, she wouldn't be — she wouldn't still be causing earthquakes and stealing blocks, and — I just, I need — I need to try harder. I need to show her, I need her to know, I need her to see…" No, you just need to see. You just need to see it's me. I'm right here - why can't you see? I'm not mad. I was never mad. I could never be mad at you. I love you. Please, please, please… stop. I don't want this. I'd never want you to do this to yourself. But he never listened. He would never listen to Pearl; and the one voice he would listen to was one she couldn't admit was her own. It was infuriating… He loved her so, so much, too much, and yet he didn't love her at all. He could never love her while he still loved who she had been. Who had to be. He could never love her while his love for her was destroying him. It was killing him. And, so, it seemed there was only one solution. She had to make him hate her. She had to make him hate The Moon. She had to make him hate her as much as she hated herself. And with the fact he didn't already, despite the fact her old vessel had actively been spreading insanity amongst the Hermits, causing earthquakes and disasters, destroying the landscape? It would take some drastic measures. Lengths she didn't want to go to. But knew she had too. For his sake and her own.

When she'd abandoned her celestial form, she'd abandoned most of her deific abilities with it. Fortunately, not all of them. She had enough power in reserve to call upon a mite of her old body down to Earth; a meteor. Little more than an atom compared to her mass. But enough to serve as a teensy deposit of her powers she could tap into and exploit. Enough to influence those around around her with The Moon's voice. Enough to make it clear love wouldn't work. Enough to make it clear there was only one option.

"…'I must have them'? Who must she have? Who must she have? Is it us? Must she have me? Must she have Doc? Who? Who does she need…?"

"He who doth preach to us on the first day of the server… so doth shall be returned to dust first." "His name is Mumbo Jumbo."

His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo.

Make love, not war. But if love doesn't work… use war.

-- so. uh. you asked for a drabble. this is uh..... this is 1.8k words. i may have. i may have gotten a little carried away. approximately 18 times the requested length carried away. I'M SO SORRY. I AM....... SO SORRY. I GOT A LITTLE BIT ILL ABOUT THEM. I HOPE THIS IS OK LOL. ANYWAY. thinking about hc s8 mumbo and the moon's strange relationship......... what do you MEAN mumbo made a cult and a temple and a shrine completely dedicated to the moon? what do you MEAN the first thing the moon did when it gained control over ren and doc's minds was make them sacrifice mumbo jumbo specifically ? and then cub ALSO sacrificed [an imitation of] mumbo jumbo SPECIFICALLY to appease the moon ? the moon was JUST as insane about mumbo as mumbo was about the moon. mumpearl is real guys i don't know what to tell you they're obsessed with each other they're deranged yuri

[titanomancy]

Time to practice medicine.

[mysillygusta]

MORE OF THIS BULLSHIT!!!!!!

[farmersfieldwolf]

To Don A Magnificent Crown

it's fox tiiiime babeeee

[weyounthevorta]

you're one of my favourite blogs on here. thanks for your posts i'm so glad i follow you

Whoever you are, thank you for the encouragement!

Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am that other people also find Jeffrey Combs to be such a delightful little source of entertainment.

We are the Cult of Combs, and we will keep the adoration and love for him going strong!

Our Boy

[newwavesylviaplath]

jackie's moodboard <3 @fear-is-truth / @cult-of-lambs

( i hope u like this one bae idk why but i was STRESSING over it)

[ratcandy]

MONCH CONFIRMED SHE/HER NOW LETS GOOOOOOO WE STAY WINNING

[bloos-bloo]

Guys- that's it- it's done <3 Oh my godddd. Again, this isn't the last fic I plan on writing. My writing skills have been rusty and this has helped me slowly get into the groove of it.

[rotyolk]

they're coming to getcha!!!!!!