#don't you want to be a cult leader

[scurvyboy]

PLEASE MORE FIDDLESTAN BEING MESSY they do not make each other better they make each other WORSE.

fidds took the break up really bad

[abyssalzones]

can I say something is this a safe space. it's kind of fascinating that ford is meant to read as a deeply repressed character and a capital s Scientist no less but he leads this other half of his life entirely dedicated to the occult. in the 70's-80's. like the historical connotations of the occult and what they represented in the united states at least seems kind of interesting in this context. for no reason in particular I find the dual aspects of "extremely dedicated to presenting as a logical, steadfast researcher trying to earn respect and social acceptance to the point of hinging all of his self worth on this vision for the future working out" and "deeply tied to the paranormal and "unsavory black magic" and everything Weird/freakish but feels like he needs to hide this aspect of himself from even the people closest to him" Very interesting. hiding six-fingered hands compulsively behind his back even if it's the emblem he puts on his journals. "what are you attracted to?" and "maybe you're simply attracted to things that hurt you" from two different points in the book. sweet dreams (are made of this) on the record player. hey does anyone know what that tarot card with a snake on it is meant to represent

[godhandler]

cult leader!geto suguru x secretary!reader

Geto snores into his pillow, his long hair spread princess-like over his broad back, having escaped from the little bun he made before bed last night. The heavy curtains are keeping his bedroom still cool and dark at 11 am. I guess that’s why I didn’t wake up on time, I’m pretty sure we missed the Ichinori meeting. You look over at your naked boss next to you, deep asleep. Well, I doubt he’ll get mad at me. 

He looks so… breathtaking. His back still carries the marks of your sharp nails, you smile as you run a soft finger down his spine. So perfect. Glowing skin. Hard muscles underneath. He’s not going to wake up anytime soon, you know that. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, but especially after having been wrung out like that last night – you’d done a good job, you grin at the memory. Maybe he’ll give me a raise. 

You try to piece together all your clothes, you do have to go reschedule his meetings after all. Pleated pants- got it, under the blanket that Geto’s hogging all to himself. Formal blouse- got it, near the door, ugh, is that a tear on the neckline? A shame, this one was expensive. Bra, bra, braaa- got it, what the fuck?? Ah. You remember Geto tore it off you, too impatient to wait a second more. He liked to do that, ripping your clothes off you. Yanking a handful of your hair too close to your scalp. Hickies on the soft of the thighs and belly that seemed a touch from bleeding. A harsh spank with his large hand that made your lamb eyes tear up. Pushing a thumb into your ass while fucking into you from behind. A little painful, a little rough. That is how Geto enjoyed you. 

You decide to give up looking for your panties (they're definitely not in a wearable condition anymore, after having been pulled down your wet heat by Geto's teeth and promptly stuffed into your mouth). For a second, you dare to wonder if you’ll get away with stealing one of Geto’s briefs from the clothing drawer, before deciding that’d be crossing a boundary. Regardless of how many times he’s cum down your throat, he’s still your boss, after all. He’s still the wonderful Geto-sama that you adore and respect, one who found your potential as a sorcerer, one who will rid the world of all curses. 

One who’s trying to pull a hair out of his mouth in his sleep. Adorable. One pant leg in and other pant leg out, you awkwardly hop over to him and take the hair out for him. Those eyelashes melt your heart. You cherish him as you wear your pants as silently as you can: he looks painted, he looks angelic, he looks overwhelmingly loved. 

You put on the ruined blouse anyway; you’ll just go home and change. The bra he can have, you leave it tucked under his pillow, a little gift for him to find later. Your nipples chafe slightly against the fabric of the blouse. They still feel raw sensitive. Geto always insists that lapping them with his tongue would heal any wounds that his lips or teeth have caused to your pretty, perky nipples, but that’s not true. You can feel right now that it’s not goddamn true. Your tits still have full marks of his bites stinging red on them. 

In fact, now that you’re paying more attention to yourself, your entire body feels sore. Your neck has a faintly purple outline of his large hand, and your voice seems to still be rough. Was it him choking you within an inch of your life till your head swam within clouds of ecstasy as he finally let you cum on his cock? Or was it the way he roughly pushed your head into his lap, his thick cock stretching out the insides of your throat? Oh, the image of him hissing as he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every deep groan and gasp. “A magician with that mouth,” he’d call you, as he petted your cheek before falling asleep. I’d do it every night just to hear him say it again. 

The places he’s grasped you to hold you against him, your sides, shoulders, thighs, ass, they all hurt. He went overboard last night. Did something happen yesterday? Hmm, December 7... nope, doesn't ring a bell. You pout as you find your phone, tablet, and a Plan B pill you take from his bedside drawer. Geto would rather not use condoms, but also doesn’t fully trust you to take your regular pills on time. So there you go. God’s punishment for creampies.

You suppose Geto has a thing for them. Not that he wants kids, just that he likes feeling you raw. Hearing you cry as you struggle to take him. Smiling as you plead that it’s too much. Pressing your ankles down to your ears as he sinks deeper into you. Moaning into your mouth as he ruts his pleasure into your warm walls, his cum drooling over your sticky thighs. Doing just as he likes, without restraint. 

You have to leave him now, it’s so sad. Rapunzel is still snoring deeply, turning over and letting the blanket fall from his X-scarred chest. You dig his phone out of the mess and leave it next to his ear, you’ll call him awake at 1 pm so that he’s ready for his daily evening address and other meetings. You quickly put your heels on and leave, but not before dropping a kiss on his nose. To keep him company throughout the day. It’s pointless and a bit too sentimental for Geto to appreciate, you believe. Besides, you’ll be right next to him all day anyway, won’t you?

a/n : every now and then the geto suguru agenda seizes me until i cant function.

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[diredeliverance]

I have One Thing Only and that is angels. A demigod can be like an angel, maybe. The mood of this wound up almost the polar opposite of my original idea.

I like the line art better than either color version, so it's under the crop.

The sketch went through about a dozen changes to both expressions and face positions, and in the end I'm still not really satisfied even if I like how Asperia came out.

[not-so-superheroine]

honestly, dangerous cults should be persecuted

what is this even about? i can only think of it as a response to my religious posts? this is so vague i can't even address it properly. feel free to clarify and i will give it another shot. what do you define as dangerous or cult? some atheists use this to mean religions as a whole, or for me specifically, this could mean religion, organized religion, chrisitanity, latter day saintism / mormonism, or community of christ.

i am not addressing all that. and even how the government handled the branch davidians and the FLDS, who i would classify as cults based on the BITE model and dangerous for the people in it, was wrong. mass killings and long-term separation of children from their mothers, who are also victims and love their children, is wrong. i think it was kidnapping and horribly traumatizing for the mothers and children. i do think legally and criminally persecuting cult leaders and other perpetrators of abuse in the cult should be arrested and taken to court. victims need support, resources, and ethical reeducation. but again, idk what sort of persecution you mean. or who you mean. If you think I am in a cult, i disagree. The BITE model doesn't support that view. it ticks a couple of boxes but so do universities and the legal system. organized religion is an organization, and organizations will have flaws that fall into at least one of the categories to a minor extent. not every small in numbers or newer religions are cults. Nor is every religion that has living prophets. which, again, i only write that bc i am not sure if this is about me and my faith that i have posted about on here. i have critiqued actions of my church leaders, including tippy top leadership. i am hesitant to be rude about it to their faces, but i don't want to bc i respect them in general, and that's not really how i roll. especially offline with my irls. i have seen fandoms who tick off BITE model boxes more than some religious organizations. political organizations too. i was in a communist political org that checked off more BITE boxes any church i've been a member of. but i'd call that a high-demand organization, not a political cult. but i'd see a person's point more if they said that about my old politcal org. self-crit is offensive to individualists and d,minant american culture. i am too ill to organize now but i still support them bc they do good work nationwide. i had more voice there, even with top leaders, than i have with the democratic party. this was much longer than intensed. but i was sent an ask.

[trans-leek-cookie]

when I think about Geto Suguru i want to kill and torture him when I think about Mimiko and Nanako I want to kms. You give me twins who went from physical abuse to being in a cult and you don't even give them the grace of the guy who is basically Their Dad But Worse dying while they're alive? You just kill the bc. Fucking. Idk they fed him some fingers. You don't let them live without their fucking garbage dad who I want to kill and torture? You waste their potential? You waste the girls who could be really fascinating parallels to Maki and Mai? Twins with similar name schemes who suffer extreme abuse and their abusers are all massacred by one person- but while Mimiko and Nanako are everything to each other, Maki and Mai were pitted against each other and only able to connect at the last possible moment? Mimiko and Nanako were saved but Maki was saved by Mai, and then had to save herself??? I'm going to start killing innocent people at random.

[2xcursekissed]

caring prompts | not accepting @cvrseduser

it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentor—his savior—at the temple to free people of their stressors—cursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.

for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.

when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.

yuuta relents after his mentor reminds him of his great progress during training, his nonstop practicing, his new ability to release rika at will—his beautiful connection to his lost companion. yuuta feels silly for doubting his own abilities, sheepishly scratching his head with a smile.

"i guess you're right, " he says as he steps up to the lady, who they have learned is a freshman in university and stressed from the ongoing exams. she is also experiencing intense back pain that doctors were unable to treat or diagnose, attributing it to the nonstop studying. yuuta's eyes don't miss the serpent-like spirit wrapped around her waist, possibly flirting with the idea of crushing her entirely one day.

"rika," yuuta calls, his own curse appearing, ready to heed his orders as she always had. "let's help her out, alright?" he asks softly, nodding to the girl with a thumbs up. his smile from earlier finally reaching his eyes.

with this, rika slashes at the cursed spirit, ripping more than just the spirit from the girl. rika had stricken too strong; more than the curse is exorcised. a chunk of the young woman's midsection is gone; her body thuds as it hits the ground. however, with the threat eliminated, rika retires, leaving the scene in just a moment.

for a second, yuuta can't move. he watches as the blood begins to pool around his shoes, white sneakers sullied by red liquid. his breathing is even—silent almost—until it's not.

it dawns on him that the stains are a consequence of his own doing, another innocent life taken by him. the sight of red is his reminder of his crimes against his classmates—his reminder of rika, her lifeless body, her mangled corpse drowned in a puddle of blood. it's too much for him to bear.

silence is soon replaced with panic as his heart begins to pound against his ribcage, his eyes widening as he fixes his gaze beyond his shoes to the woman, now missing a chunk of her body. his arms raise to grip at his own hair, yanking a few strands out in his alarmed state as though bringing pain to him will pull him from some sort of dream—nightmare.

it doesn't.

oh god. this can't be happening—he'd been on such a roll with training. bringing out rika had gone so well over the past month. he'd been able to wield her without casualties among geto-sama and the other members of his organization.

geto-sama!—he'd spent much of his time trying to prove to him and the other curse users—jujutsu sorcerer, as geto called them—that he wasn't just some murderer, that he was someone whose gift would help change the world.

his eyes dart from the woman to his shoes, geto's feet visible in the corner of his eye, red soaking the fabric on his feet. his eyes briefly glance up to his mentor, before returning to the floor as guilt begins to consume him. he thinks he saw the remains of a smile on his teacher's face, but yuuta assumes it's from when he sweetly encouraged the teen to put what he'd learned in training into practice. that thought makes the 16-year-old all the more distraught. he was not making a good case for himself.

yuuta's knees hit the floor as he pushes his hands against the woman's open flesh, a futile attempt at stopping the outpour of blood from spilling any further.

"i—" yuuta begins, voice shakey, yet loud at the same time. tears begin to well in the corner of his eyes. "i didn't mean to—rika just—she missed. she didn't mean to—i didn't mean to kill her."

"i'm sorry; i'm sorry—"

his plead abruptly stops as he feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. he jerks up at the sudden contact, reflexively peering over his shoulder. his mentor's calm voice breaks through the turbulence.

❛  it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now.  ❜

this time, yuuta doesn't hesitate to look up at geto-sama. yuuta is not exactly calm, but he does feel relief that it seems as though his mentor understands that it was a mistake and isn't mad. although he is reassured, it doesn't stop yuuta from trembling as he presses against the open wound. "it's not. i just hurt her. she's bleeding—she's gone," he explains quickly, as though geto has the solution to this situation.

yet, at the back of yuuta's mind, he knows any advice doesn't change what happened at that moment.

[yelling-screaming-crying]

Don't you want to become a cult leader? (Animation idea. W.I.P.)

"Don't you want devoted followers?" "Don't you want-" (Flashes in tune with beat to viewers glued to their screen. People of all ages. All different devices.) "devoted-" (Flash to something showing worship, kneeling while holding a heart ripped out, plain praying, holding something important etc.) "followers." (The final shot is of a kid criss cross in front of a box television face centimeters from the screen.) "Who leave their families for you?" "Who-" (People flashing across screen) "leave-" (Getting dragged away dead or alive.) "their families for you." (Families shown standing, being restrained or just being dead) "Give their money to you?" "Give their-" (Images flashing of actors getting put into horrible situations) "money to you." (Somebody behind the camera looking at the views or counting money (paper or a bank acc number.) "Give their bodies to you?" "Give-" (Action of injury cause.) "their bodies to you." (Actors injured from cause.) "Give up their lives for you?" "Give up their-" (Actors fighting for their lives, some not even fighting just lifeless eyes.) "lives for you." (Dead actors.) "Consider you God, and will kill for you?" "Consider-" (actors fighting back, spitting, yelling, crying in front of the founder) "you God,-" (Actors chained to the floor in front of the founder.) "and will" (Brainwashing methods shown, mask, glasses, hats.) DEBATABLE. "and will kill for you?" (Actors killing each other.) "Don't you want to become a cult leader?" "Don't you-" (Floor shot of a very dark floor indicating you.) "want to become a cult leader?" (Actors chained to the floor but this time kneeling in front of a shadow with a question mark.) "Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open" "Since the death of God-" (Dead founder.) "there has been a vacancy open." (flashes to an empty chair.) "You can fill that void, here's how" "You-" (Black screen flashes at "you" indicating the person watching.) "can fill that void-" (Empty chair but closer up.) ",here's how." (Static box television.)

I spent way to long on this...

[urlocalwormtoday]

in cult of the lamb i remember when my favorite follower (white ish beige deer) proposed and it was so cute ((I even drew art of them together THEY MAKE ME ILL)) but then they died of old age a while later.. NOW ANOTHER DEER (((WHO HAS CONSISTENTLY TRIED TO PROVE HIS LOYALTY BY WANTING TO BE BOTH A DISCIPLE AND LOYALTY ENFORCER AND WANTING TO BE PUT IN JAIL))) WANTS TO MARRY ME AND ITS GIVING ME FLASHBACKS 😭🤲

[leaderlamby]

Daily Sermon #34

Romantic relationships are something everyone thinks about at some point. A lot of people feel pressured to get into relationships because, for some reason, they make you "cool" in primary and middle school.

I cannot stress this enough, do not force yourself to get into a romantic relationship. It will not end well and you'll feel worse than you did before.

I really would not recommend dating anyone, out of pressure or otherwise, at a young age (like from 10-15, whenever you start to consider relationships "serious").

Your mind is not developed by this point and you and your partner will absolutely make stupid decisions that ruin the relationship.

At that age, you might hear this and think, "well, that won't happen to me. I'm smart enough and I'm genuinely in love with this person."

That's what I thought and got into a lot of relationships.

Now I have trust issues and relationship anxiety.

In a romantic relationship at that age, you more than likely will:

- Be cheated on

- Be emotionally manipulated

- Be taken advantage of

- Be emotionally/mentally abused (maybe physically too)

- Be lied to in general

And it really hurts. You might think, "my partner is an absolute angel who loves me! That would never happen!"

And if that's true, perfect, congratulations. But in young relationships, you really should be cautious (not paranoid) about it. There are people who have been married for 10+ years and never saw themselves cheating, who have cheated on their spouse. It can happen to anyone. Please be careful.

And PLEASE have some self respect.

In the early stages of a relationship (the "honeymoon phase"), it's very easy to put your partner on a pedestal and see them as so much better than you.

Don't.

If they start taking advantage of you or abusing you in any way, you'll force yourself to look past it because you got so attached to them.

This isn't victim blaming, it's hardly ever your fault when these things happen and it's very hard to break it off when they do, let alone see it as a problem.

All I'm asking is for you to try and see that you don't deserve to be treated like that. Try to be strong and end things when you start seeing red flags.

I know it's easier said than done, I know it is, just make sure you're talking to a trusted person about this stuff. Having an outside view on your relationship can REALLY put things in perspective.

Just be careful out there. Relationships can be so beautiful, but they're so hard and can be so draining.

Ritual of the Day:

Sacrifice of the Flesh

"Sacrifice a follower to grow stronger and gain new abilities and weapons. Higher level followers will be more valuable when sacrificed. -10 Faith."

Who are we sacrificing? All your toxic exes 😤

[2kawaii4u-bishes]

Don't you want to become a cult leader?

[mechsteria]

a fic. i cooked guys

*"don't you want devoted followers?"*

gabriel looked up, not recognizing the voice. was this his imagination...? maybe the stress of the past few hours were causing this. he paused, trying to listen in to the voice in the case it said anything more.

*"who'll leave their families for you?"*

gabriel shook his head. the voice was male and flat. there was zero emotion. this voiiiiice- it was relaxing. calming. familiar.

*"give their bodies to you?"*

gabriel didn't pause in his stride. why was his imagination doing this?! why would he want anyone to give their bodies to him; lust is a sin afterall.

*"give up their lives for you?"*

gabriel was not liking the sound of this new voice. he didn't want people to lay down their lives for him. and even if he did, he wasn't willing to admit it. this voice was hitting all the wrong spots.

*"consider you god?"*

gabriel... he tightened his grip on his swords. what was this voice to him- why did it... he sighed. questioning was useless. he was tired.

*"and will kill for you?"*

gabriel finally paused. this was wrong. very wrong. why would these hypothetical followers kill for him. are they that dedicated? ...that's not normal. nobody would follow him that intensely.

unless they would.

*"i love you."*

gabriel looked around, startled. a feminine voice? it had the same feeling as the male voice, but it was a change. not a nice change. it was unsettling. was he that stressed?!

*"don't you want to become a cult leader? since the death of god, there's been a vacancy open."*

gabriel shook his head yet again, but then paused. the death of god? what was this? was the voice god's dismembered body... inviting his supreme angel to take charge of it all. a tempting offer. gabriel hadn't heard god's voice before. is this what it sounded like? was the female voice eve and this god?

*"y o u c o u l d f i l l t h a t v o i d. h e r e ' s h o w:"*

gabriel's breathing slowed. he could fill that void. he was enthralled now. temptation was a sin... but this was an order from god... was it not?

[inutaffy]

[saltyfilmmajor]

Let's just agree that people forgot that Jom Jones managed to convince hundreds of people to kill themselves and they lost sight of how cults operate and move on because at this point its like talking to a wall

Anon I know this is a serious discussion but i can't stop laughing at JOM.

Anyway i won't say that my lived experiences will ever fully replicate something like Jonestown, or indeed Scientology. However, something like trying to leave my own congregation, that did not exert as much control like those other situations, was still extremely difficult. My friends all saw it in real time, and the further I've since moved on outside that context I can really understand what happened to me. So it's strange to me, people think you can just leave a cult. Like a genuine, no one disagrees is a cult. No one is ever too powerful or too rich or too intelligent whatever to not be taken in by a cult. That's not how that works.

Cult leaders use their charisma to abuse people, and being "high" in the hierarchy doesn't save you from that abuse, it makes you a closer target.

People love to use the "You're not immune to Propaganda meme" and then say "I'd simply wouldn't join a cult" that's just not how it works.

[leatherbookmark]

my favourite thing abt tumblr mass-finding out about the origins of the “poor little meow meow” phrase is a couple of people in the tags, who listen to things like, i assume, punk or rap, going “oh so THIS is what people got so emotional over? wow they wouldn’t last a day over here” or “ah, this, yeah a couple of guys from our side did it too”. refreshing