#my lamb and martyr

[youreyeisinmyeye]

Avènement (1970). Oil on canvas by Paul Guiragossian

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Sacrificial Lamb

another little symbolism moment with my oc inquisitor maera modeled on 'innocence' by William Adolphe-Bougueraeu

[corpserots]

often i wish you'd suffer like i did. sometimes i wish you'd choke.

[spacestation-l7]

Y’all wanna see my silly Faith OC?

His name’s Scott Caulfield (or at least that’s the name he uses to evade the cult), he’s a Very Good Catholic Boy, he was an altar boy for a lot of John’s sermons before the Church booted John out, he’s on the run from his parents who presented him as a healthy vessel for a demon of the cult, he’s shit scared of literally everything

[thedragonagelesbian]

planning on doing the mask of many faces different race thing with cyrus today or tomorrow & realized i could do whisper of the divine's harbinger aasimar!cyrus.....................

[sirenlures]

some tags.

[dystopiaviii]

i miss you so much I can’t bring myself to write about you.

I remember pulling you aside before you died and having a full blown panic attack out of nowhere, I sobbed on your shoulder. I begged you to stop donating plasma because god knows you wouldn’t stop with anything else. I don’t blame you, though. I told you I had a bad feeling that I couldn’t explain and that something was going to happen to you. I told you I couldn’t explain it but I was sure of it. You told me you felt the same lingering feeling. You hugged me and it feels the same as the necklace I wear with your ashes. I find comfort knowing some of our last interactions were so painfully honest. You promised me once you got the inheritance you would stop. You asked me to come out and watch a movie with you and I declined which I wish I fucking didn’t. But I told you the truth, that I needed to breathe alone in my room because I was scared. You kissed my forehead. Two days later you died.

[deitied]

tag dump.

[cassowariess]

I know the writers gave Nacho's character huge amounts of iconography and symbolism, and the flower is the one that's mentioned/referenced the most, but my favourite has to be this shot in which the "halo" doesn't quite reach his head.

Like yeah, he died a sacrificial lamb, a martyr and a twisted christ figure, but he'll never be a saint.

[moonsofmachinery]

"Do you think yourself a Martyr?" hi so i may or may not have gotten really obsessed with the parallels between sliver and pebbles which led me to create an entire AU in which Pebbles takes on the role of a vessel to Sliver, both trying to escape their own mazes and eventually swapping roles.... Brainworms, I guess. Anyways that's all to say I have more coming out for this AU soon. (Also this is very Cult of the Lamb inspired. It's my newest hyperfixation and GOSH it is strong!) No text + Higher detail below

Unfortunately i dont have sliver but here is pebbles allll alone :]

[juwaiin]

⚜️ the hughes saga ⚜️

explanation below!

in the first drawing quinn is portrayed as a saint, which are regarded as the closest thing a normal human can be to holy. i think the canucks fanbase and the nhl in general definitely see quinn in a similar lens. saints are also usually figures of guidance (captain!), wonder workers (self explanatory), and martyrs/bearers of heavy burdens (he's carrying fr 😭). the tear of blood is a nod to the statues of mary that cry blood, which are taken as an indication that repentance is needed. i figured that would be appropriate given the state of our team right now (😞).

jack is portrayed with the devil behind him like he's a pawn being steered by the devil, but a lot of people misconstrued the visual and thought the horns were HIS, thus him being the devil. i am actually obsessed with this and how the narrative is just writing itself here. there's a lot to be said about public perception when it comes to jack, and i feel like somehow this captured that.

luke!! luke's idea was not the original plan funnily enough. i just want to reiterate that he is NOT meant to be jesus but i really like the lamb of god imagery. The lamb being born with a specific purpose as an agent of god felt like the best representation for someone who is the youngest in a long legacy of hockey. born into expectation, destined for something big from the get-go. also attributes like purity and obedience. yeh. (also i am a third sibling projecting)

i am potentially out of my element here but i really enjoyed making these and reading and planning all the details!! rlly fond of this style so expect many others to come.

also! there's an homage to jack and quinn in luke's drawing! see if u can find it :3

[oprawca]

my lamb and martyr, this will be over soon

[patchiko]

what do u think ak!jays love language (i think that’s what it’s called 😭) is? also, what type of love language do you think he’d like?? like acts of service, words of affirmation, etc.

also random headcanon but i feel like both ak and comic jay r both good cooks it’s just the vibe i get

-🪽anon

Ahkendidhso Ive written about this before but my brainrot my lovely 🪽 anon…

tw; religious themes but their very very very super metaphorical i pinky swear chat. #i love religious themes as a way to metaphorically talk about devotion

Jason Todd is as devoted to his lover as a martyr to their grace. His faith to his loved one is almost insufferable at its core.

Like in a,’ My lungs only breathe because I have faith in your purity. ’ way, so anyways yeah Quality Time and Acts Of Service.

Quality Time- Jaaon can barely pry himself from your presence at times, and yet he does. Though every moment he’s away from you feels sardonic, like that viscous black ooze that he’s named ‘hate’ is getting bigger. Once he even gets a moment of your time his mind melts. He slowly allows himself to indulge in your presence, but in the most unhealthy way possible. Jason tried to keep himself away, he really did, but he always found his feet dragging to you.

Maybe its the little sacrificial lamb in him, the yearn for a greater good in his destruction. Thats what he believe he was conditioned to be, ’The Greater Good.’ Batman cleaned him from the dirt-stricken filth of Gotham alleyways; Batman would make his coat pure and holy, he learned to achieve that ‘Greater-Good’ when Batman wrapper that rope around his neck and lead him to that devil, or saint, he couldn’t tell the two apart sometimes. They both look the same as his depraved reflection.

When his red branded rebirth came he couldn’t help himself trotting to you like the holy little lamb he was conditioned to be. You, the only compass he had, a sense of direction he couldn’t bear to lose. He sits in your presence waiting for his rapture. When not, he’s stuck in a state where can’t tell if he’s more scared of being lost or alone. Jason finds he’s neither when with you, with you he’s stained red but his neck is no longer painfully warm, his body can be mangled, his mind can be mortal. He always trots back to you, because it is the first place he is welcomed to with open arms, yes, you are the warm light of the heavens he was conditioned to bask in. The personification where the death of his self is meant to be.

Acts Of Service - I believe this side of him comes more when its towards the part of the relationship where he’s most comfortable! He’ll run errands, do your dishes, maybe if the guilt of getting your floor a little bloodied gets to him he’ll pay your rent. It takes him awhile to loosen up and stop acting like a house maid. He still does everything he can for you but in an mundane way, like a little routine. (like a little wife omg chat i love him)

Whenever he slips through that window he takes armor off and sets them down on your floor. He’ll walk over to where you sit and kiss you on the cheek, whispering in your ear on how he ordered take out. He’ll come back to you with clean clothes and washed hair, sitting close to you, yet not closer if not allowed.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, for he always finds his way back to your side. A gentle giant, neither of you can keep yourselves away from each other; tenderly caring for each others needs. With you, he gave up on his divided sense of pride, his fundamentals and foundations that gave his name meaning were reckoned meaningless, he gave it up and swallowed the bitter pill of which he found the unsatisfactory taste of forgiveness; and with that pill he allowed himself to grieve.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, he can guide people to the place they believe to be heavens for their sake of peace. He holds someone in his arms the way they need to be held, he says those things that make someone think, leading them back to the path they left. But most of all he always comes running back to you.

sorry chat this is so bitter sweet i love his self destructive mentality that would take him decades to weed out.

[joejhang]

it lowkey boils my blood when people portray raven!neil to be some kind of sacrificial lamb/martyr type character because in the process of giving him a martyr complex they fully erase the core of his character. do y'all really think being in the nest would stop him from fighting back and being a mouthy feisty little shit?? fuck no. real ones know raven!neil is as problematic and scrappy as neil josten when he's with the foxes, he's just learned to stay instead of run. he'd still give lip to r*ko and tetsuji and he'd be so fiercely loyal to jean and kevin but idk why every fic writer makes him like their "protector" neil would be their partner, their friend in misery, hand in unloveable hand, but i can't see any of them taking on a "protecting" or "shielding" role, they're so deeply entrenched in the abuse of the nest they can only be each other's anchors, and patch each other back together after they're pulled apart time and time again. raven!neil isn't passive and submissive and a martyr. raven!neil is fierce and vicious and ambitious, and a little sad at his core. it bothers me SO MUCH because they strip neil of all of his flavour like where is his attitude where are his sarcastic remarks where is the bickering with kevin and jean where is his refusal to ever give ground and bend the knee to anyone bro there's literal CANON PROOF that even evermore couldn't beat that vicious will to live out of him. yes jean and kevin were cowed by the nest but not every victim of abuse is the same. jean chose to take it because it was worth sacrificing his pride for his survival but neil isn't like that. this is the boy who chose to play exy for some six months instead of choosing to run away again and actually survive. jean and kevin aren't "cowardly" or inferior to neil for responding differently to their horrific circumstances, but people need to understand that at his core, neil would spit out a "fuck you" to the moriyamas and r*ko and every other abusive raven and not give two shits about the consequences. that's just who he is.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit-alt]

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

Summary: He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. You're the sacrificial lamb. (What it was like.)

Warnings: Wolf and lamb imagery, mentions of sexual interactions, one of them being Non-Con... I think?("Making love", "fucking", "thrusting".), naivety, mentions of murder and blood, killing Lucy Gray Baird, being a Trophy wife, lies, mentions of breeding, being trapped in a marriage, getting hunted, guns, mentions The Hunger Games, mentions hanging(Sejanus' death), rebellion, being a shell of yourself, being tied up, getting rid of a body(Lucy Gray), toxic relationship, controlling!Coryo, Coriolanus' being 'bony'.

Fem!Reader.

I'm trying something new with my writing.

He lured you in.

He was one of the best Academy students and the only power he had was his name.

He spoke with you over open and discarded books, spewing with his charming words.

Sweet naive you.

He pressed soft kisses to your lips and thrusted in a pattern that made you see stars. Cosmic. Making love.

He was kind to your family, he was kind to your friends. He cared for you.

°•°•°

He was a mentor in the tenth Hunger Games, his tribute was Lucy Gray Baird. He helped her win, cheating for her from behind a screen while you supported him without knowing what he's done.

He was caught, and his punishment was becoming a Peacekeeper. Originally for District 8.

You threw a fit in his bedroom, crying and crying over again, begging the universe to not separate the two of you.

Dependent.

His hands held your face as he looked between both of your eyes, his own going back and forth. Left and right.

"No, you wont." He sounded so firm, but his voice still held the softness he could only have for you. "I'm going to 12. I will make sure to see through with it. You will go to 12."

And like a lamb led to the slaughter, you did.

°•°•°

You watched him beat a man, defending Lucy Gray like she was still his responsibility. You swam in the lake with him, holding onto him and laughing without a care in the world. You broke down with him after Sejanus' death. You stayed in the cabin with him and Lucy Gray.

The three of you planned a future that would get you all killed. You spoke the same words that had your dear friend, Sejanus, hung in front of a galore of witnesses.

Murdered.

Martyr.

You were oblivious to the way Coriolanus was cracking, something finally going off in his brain. He broke down.

He revealed what he's done. He told you both about Sejanus. He's why Sejanus Plinth, Bobbin, and Mayfair are dead.

Backstabber.

Murderer.

Lucy played it cool, keeping her calm as to not draw suspicion.

She grabbed your arm and a basket, making it seem innocent as she told him the two of you were going to pick katniss.

"Lucy Gray," He stared as she opened the door, a bright smile on her face as she gripped you tighter. "It's still raining."

"Well, we're not made out of sugar." And with that, she pulled you out. The two of you walked together until you were out of sight from the cabin windows.

And then you heard him.

Screaming, yelling, gunshots, running.

Cat and mouse.

Snake and bird.

Wolf and lamb.

Lucy Gray was dead beside you, and Coriolanus Snow was her killer. You were on the ground, your lover on top of you, tears spilling from your eyes as you stared at your lifeless friend. Coriolanus' hands dug into the plush of your body while he forced you to stand, holding your wrist with one hand while dragging Lucy with the other.

Back at the cabin, you were bound enough to where you couldn't run, but watching as Coriolanus wrapped up Lucy Gray's body and dumped her in the lake you all swam and laughed in just days before.

"No loose ends." He repeated to you as he forced you into the cabin, tying you to the bed the two of you slept on. "Besides you. But you won't tell anyone, will you?" He asked softly, wiping your tears and pushing back your hair.

You shook your head repeatedly, breathing heavily and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Good." He let out a breath as a smile grew on his face, now caressing one of your cheeks. "Good girl."

He leaned in and kissed you, ridding you of your clothes while you cried. He wasnt sweet. He didn't kiss the tears away, they just seemed to egg him on. This was not making love. He was fucking you while you were vulnerable.

×

You didn't get to leave Panem. You didn't get to run off and live a fairytale.

Coriolanus brought you back to the Capitol, solidifying you to him by announcing your engagement to him.

He didn't stop. Not even when he moved in with Sejanus' mourning parents, not even when he killed them.

Not even when he became the president, and you the First Lady.

You were both in your twenties, living better than you used to.

Coriolanus was no longer bony, no longer hungry. He no longer wore the clothes his cousin, Tigris, would make him. His hair was no longer buzzed like it was when he was a Peacekeeper, and his personality was different than when he was eighteen.

You're still intimate. You live, work, eat, sleep together. Your womb is warm for his seed. You're married by Panem and Capitol law. But you are not partners. He is the dictator. You're the trophy First Lady. You dress exactly as he likes. You act exactly as he likes. You move exactly as he likes. His word is law. Yours is nothing. And every moment you are his, you wonder what it would be like to not have to dance to his puppet strings.

He lured you in.

Sacrificial lamb.

[kawaiipienerdfreak]

I'll never believe your tears, Sunday.

edit: i was given a great analogy to zuko from avatar, and now i'm not so critical. thanks everyone for your attention

I want to say this upfront: as a character, Sunday works perfectly fine for me. But I absolutely can’t stand how the fandom obediently swallowed such a stupid retcon of his character. And I can’t stand fandom stripped him of all blame. Time and time again, I see posts like: “Oh, my precious little sunshine! Don’t cry... Oh no, he’s crying in his ultimate! He didn’t deserve this, poor thing!”

And I’m left wondering: what the hell?

What the hell was HoYoverse thinking when they gave us a dictator with a god complex (borderline chūnibyō syndrome) as an antagonist? A character who defended someone who sold children into slavery. Someone who mocked a slave for their origins. Someone who placed himself above the local police and even above the very creator of Penacony. All while chaos reigned under his (and Family’s) rule in Penacony. Within Penacony, everything’s a mess: banditry, alcoholism, shady financial dealings. Criminals hide from the hounds in the Dreamscape, and Sunday defends them, driving the hounds away. Many people work for pennies, losing any chance at a better future. And some have even been dragged back after death, turned into lifeless husks just to serve as local attractions.

Sunday knows how to act righteously, but he chooses to do things his own way instead. That’s his whole arc. He became a god (boss version) for the Dreamscape and felt zero guilt over the fact that Penacony under his rule remained a pit of sin and filth, far from any kind of paradise.

And then, we defeat him. He regrets... but only regrets losing. His remorse isn’t about what he did—it’s about being beaten. He’s ready to do it all over again, just with a different strategy.

So again, what the hell?

Why does HoYoverse give us a character like this (admittedly fascinating because he’s ridiculously stubborn, manipulative, selfish, and unhinged), only to suddenly turn him into a martyr, a lamb, and a tragic victim we’re supposed to feel sorry for? Poor Sunday, who only wanted the best but ended up dooming everyone to suffer. They’re so insistent about making us pity him that it’s disorienting. What’s the point? No one’s going to believe it. He locked his own sister in a cage, justified slavery, carried out vigilante justice, and controlled the fates of millions. No one’s going to believe he’s a victim...

Except they d i d. And that’s what pisses me off the most. People have forgotten that just a year ago, he was the thorn in everyone’s side, deliberately hurting those around him with glee. Now they call him “sunshine,” “poor thing,” “precious baby.” They wipe his tears during his ultimate move, saying he doesn’t deserve to be imprisoned, doesn’t deserve to face the consequences of his actions. Are you all out of your minds?

Why didn’t Kokolia get a chance? Why didn’t Tisok 2 get a chance? (Tisok 2 is from a side quest about a ruler whose memories were erased. In it, we’re shown that she was a tyrant before losing her memory. The NPCs ask us, “Does she deserve redemption?” And no matter what, the NPCs will yell, “No, absolutely not!” Funny. She doesn’t deserve it, but Sunday does?)

The idea that he isn’t to blame is also questionable. He and Robin grew up under the same person’s wing. Robin was constantly told her perspective was wrong, yet did she grow up as a submissive follower? No, she grew into a truly strong person capable of thinking for herself. But Sunday? He basked in the praise for his bad decisions. He’s just an overgrown brat who decided the world is his playground.

So no, I will never believe in his redemption. I will never believe he’s changed. HoYoverse can’t convince me that he’s repented or truly regrets his sins, because as long as he’s free and has done nothing for society, it’s all meaningless.

He will never have a place on my Express. The Express will never be his home. He will never stand among the people who’ve become my family.