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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: small town horrors, the false prophet, man is a god, a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil you know, hunger is a weapon, trust in thy neighbour, & pray before you eat.

𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒: escapedgod, devouredgod, fearedg0d, hollowedg0d, huntedgod

[dcmonblood]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN THE WALKING DEAD: DEAD CITY (2023-)

[playedgod]

silas had 5 wives and 2 children from each of those wives. let's go through those children from oldest to youngest.

beau jackson, age 34, oldest son of demi-jo white

daisy lou jackson, age 32, oldest daughter of demi-jo white

tucker jackson, age 30, oldest son of suzy taylor

greyson jackson, age 28, youngest son of suzy taylor

cooper jackson, age 26, oldest son of mary ellen baker

gilbert jackson, age 24, oldest son of mary ellen baker

sean jackson, age 20, oldest son of gracie cox

unnamed, gracie cox is currently expecting a second child

matthew jackson, age 16, oldest son of june keller

lillian james jackson, age 14, oldest daughter of june keller

bonus: lettie jackson, age 24, silas's niece / adopted daughter

[dcmonblood]

THE WALKING DEAD: DEAD CITY (2023-) S02E01 - 'Power Equals Power'

[playedgod]

@carvcr sent a prompt. » " if they strike once, you just hit 'em twice as hard. "

“ now, son, ” silas began, his voice smooth as always, laced with a layer of honey dipped in friendliness. “ i do not condone violence for the sake of violence. around these parts, you’ll learn that to be true, & you’ll also come to learn my teachings don’t always allow for unwarranted violence such as that. ”

the smile on silas’s face didn’t falter as he took a half-step closer toward the younger man. “ should you choose to stay with us, as your mama has done, then you’ll come to be quite familiar with these ways. am i making myself clear to you? ” his voice was low, but gentle as he spread his arms out wide.

he remained there before stepping back after a beat. his calloused hands lowered to his sides, fingers brushing the hilt of a hunting knife tucked at a loop in his belt. he gave in to the silence & allowed the sounds of singing crickets to take over. it was late, the only light around them came from the porch, which silas stood so proudly on, & the few other porch lights that had been turned on around the compound. the warm summer air came through the breeze, which blew across the area in slow motion.

after the beat, silas’s grin faded momentarily. “ i ain’t got all night, son. surely you don’t either, so either join me inside & we can forget this little act of violence between you & michael ever happened, or you can spend the night in the dog house. the choice is yours. what do you say? ”

[cohrinnes]

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ( 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ) , 𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙻 𝙲𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴.

The following prompts are taken from Ethel Cain's 2022 album Preacher's Daughter. All tracks are included except for "August Underground" and "Televangelism" which are instrumental. Feel free to change pronouns and wording as you see fit. Trigger warning: profanity, sexual themes, religious themes, violence, abuse, etc. UPDATED: 04/18/24.

FAMILY TREE - INTRO

forgive these bones i'm hiding from no one successfully.

jesus can always reject his father, but he cannot escape his mother's blood.

the fates already fucked me sideways.

you know i raised you better than this.

AMERICAN TEENAGER

maybe it was his fault.

another red heart taken by the american dream.

and i feel it there, in the middle of the night, when i'm all alone again.

say what you want, but say it like you mean it.

say it like you mean it, with your fists for once.

just give it one more day, then you're done.

i don't need anything from anyone.

it's just not my year.

i'm sorry if i sound off, but i was probably wasted.

jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor.

why do i feel alone in this room with you?

i do it for my daddy.

i do what i want and damn, i'm doing it well.

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA

sing it to me all day long.

you and me against the world.

we had nothing except each other.

you were my whole world.

you told me even if we died tonight, that i'd die yours.

your mama calls me sometimes to see if i'm doing well.

i'd kill myself to hold you one more time.

it hurts to miss you.

i'm the reason you won't come home.

i cry every day and the bottles make it worse.

you were the only one i was never scared to tell i hurt.

i thought you were so beautiful.

it was love, i guess.

i hope you're doing fine out there.

i pray that you're all right.

i feel so alone.

i feel so alone out here.

i feel so alone out here without you, baby.

WESTERN NIGHTS

i watched him show his love through shades of black and blue.

show me how much i mean to you while i'm lying in these sheets undressed.

i'd hold the gun if you asked me to.

trouble's always gonna find you, baby.

hold me across every state line.

i'm never gonna leave you, baby.

i haven't spoken to my daddy in a long, long time.

i should have known that there's no getting in.

i'll be screaming your name.

please don't love how i need you.

FAMILY TREE

i'm not above violence.

my mama raised me better than that.

daddy said shoot first then run and don't look back.

take me down to the river and bathe me clean.

i've killed before and i'll kill again.

they say heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned.

hell don't scare me, i've been times before.

let christ forgive these bones i've been hiding.

let christ forgive these bones i've been hiding, and these bones i'm about to leave.

HARD TIMES

tell me a story.

i'll make pretend.

happiness ends and dies with you.

i thought good guys get to be happy.

i'm not happy.

i am poison in the water and unhappy.

i was too young to notice that some types of love could be bad.

i'm tired of you.

it's just the way that you are.

i just wanna sleep.

please, can i sleep?

THOROUGHFARE

baby, don't run. i'll take you anywhere.

hey, do you wanna see the west with me?

love's out there and i can't leave it be.

love's never meant much to me.

no one left to leave and no one left to love.

now that i met you, i finally know just where i'm headin'.

we found heaven in time where your western sunshine met my deep southern wet.

we finally reached the edge after all this time.

in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck is the only place i think i'd ever wanna be.

GIBSON GIRL

you wanna love me right now. you wanna get alone with me.

you wanna take my clothes off.

obsession with the money, addicted to the drugs.

says he's in love with my body, that's why he's fucking it up.

if it feels good, then it can't be bad.

you wanna fuck me right now. you wanna see me on my knees.

you wanna rip these clothes off and hurt me.

if you hate me, please don't tell me.

just let the lights bleed all over me.

PTOLEMAEA

i followed you in.

i was with you there.

i invited you in.

you love blood too much.

you'd do well to say yes to me.

suffer does the wolf.

i'm on fire, i'm on fire, i'm on fire.

suffering is nigh.

i'm the white light. beautiful. finite.

you poor thing.

there's nothing you can do.

there's nothing you can do, it's already been done.

what fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me.

please don't look at me.

i can see it in your eyes.

stop, stop, stop. make it stop. stop.

i've had enough.

i am the face of love's rage.

i am no good nor evil, simply i am.

i have come to take what is mine.

you can't hide from me forever.

SUN BLEACHED FLIES

god loves you, but not enough to save you.

good luck taking care of yourself.

that's how my daddy raised me.

if they strike once, you just hit 'em twice as hard.

the more it hurts, the less it shows.

i think it's about time i put up a fight.

i always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me.

i keep praying, and praying, and praying.

if it's meant to be, then it will be.

i can't let go when something's broken.

STRANGERS

don't talk to strangers, or you might fall in love.

i never considered myself tough.

you're so handsome walking over to me now.

i tried to be good. am i no good?

am i no good?

i just wanted to be yours.

can i be yours?

you're so handsome when i'm all over your mouth.

am i making you feel sick?

am i making you feel?

i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did.

don't think about it too hard.

just know that i love you.

i'll see you when you get here.

mama, just know that i love you. and i'll see you when you get here.

[lokicalloway]

𝐍𝐏𝐂 ... indentification : loretta "lettie" jackson ( age: 24 / occupation: the keeper of the flesh / status: alive )

loretta jackson, called lettie by those who knew her before the circle swallowed her whole, grew up under silas’s shadow. her mother, one of silas’s younger sisters, tried to keep her away from eden, but blood loyalty runs deeper than fear in families like the jacksons. after her mother’s mysterious death when lettie was 15 ( an accident nobody really believed was accidental ), she was taken in by silas.

raised inside the cult’s inner circle, lettie was seen almost like the circle’s true heir — a girl touched by their twisted gospel from a young age. but where silas preached and inspired devotion, lettie was given a different purpose. she became the keeper of flesh.

Her role is dark and vital:

she oversees the preparation of offerings. the "gifts" the circle gives back to the land and to themselves.

she marks the chosen sacrifices with ritual symbols carved into their skin.

she keeps the old rites alive, the ones even silas no longer dares to speak of openly.

she tends to the church of the returning hunger. maintaining the altar, the candles, the symbols, and the "sacred flesh" kept hidden beneath the chapel floorboards.

unlike silas, who knows how to wear a charming face for the outside world, lettie is blunt, eerie, and otherworldly. she’s striking — tall and sinewy, with sharp features and tanned, freckled skin. her hair is a wild, dark brown mane she wears loose, and her eyes are a strange shade of hazel-green that seems to catch different colours depending on the light.

people say that if you see lettie in the woods, humming a low, broken song, you ought to turn back the way you came.

there are whispers, even within the cult, that lettie is more devout than silas ever was; she is more willing to do the old, bloodier work of the circle without hesitation, which makes her similar to his mother when she was younger. some believe she’s the one keeping the darkest parts of the cult alive, while silas focuses on recruiting and expanding their influence.

some say that in lettie’s mind, the circle doesn’t just consume flesh for ritual — it consumes everything: fear, pain, and even souls.

[playedgod]

silas is half colombian. his mother was born and raised in colombia, but then she came to the states when she was 12. although he doesn't know if it was fully her choice or if she was brought to the country because someone else had a say in it. either way, she came to louisiana and met his father when she was 13 and his father was 17. she had silas when she was 17, and silas is the oldest of 9 children.