Funny things that have happened in my tabletop game I'm running in the Secret Histories world:
The cannibal keeps finding interesting memories that would solve their problems and forgetting to tell the others because they keep on getting attacked by hunters
One of the horrible little gremlin men keeps getting the shit kicked out him by Connie and Renira
The big scary soldier man is very dangerous in a fight and has retained enough stupidity to ignore many instances where he would go insane because he can't understand the purple prose
The knock/moth adept and his harem gang are all progressively becoming the most insane. Oh and he got the Agenda: Sun Consumed
This is sort of a merging of propmpts from both @polyamships and @selfshipsummer2021 because since the cult leader/dancer is the player character in the game, it probably counts. :)
Beating The Heat
Cultist Simulator video game
Dancer/Neville/Laidlaw
(Rating: T, no particular warnings)
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In June, the group heads out for the old palace, he leads this trip.
Fox-form he picked his way through the fragrant fox-lilies, guiding his followers as they stumbled, their ears half deafened and their eyes half blinded by the flower's deceptive promises. Cat-pawed he leapt his way atop standing stones, Sea lion he scouted the sea of Istanbul. In a secret part of his ruthless, determined mind alawys fascinated by those he lead. Their bravery, the soft, soft parts of their lovely skin, their shining eyes.
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When the coffee is packed away, and the blankets folded up, the three miles of dunes surrounding the ruins lie before them. Of the four people in the group, Renira, swathed bleached pink takes the first step. She sweeps her dark curls back behind one ear while she holds the minoan bronze goblet in her other hand and the very spirit of water and coolness seeps up through the sand before her. Laidlaw's back is warm and damp with sweat through his shirt, somehow he (and his sweet warmth) are one with the great burning wind, with the great pool of heat in the hot sand, with the smaller heat in every windblown grain, their leader opens himsself to Laidlaw's senses and begins to see each bit of heat as a glint of orange as Laidlaw holds out his hands and begins to shape it, forming a bubble of safety around them. "A pause in the storm is an opening" Neville whispers, "an opening is a rent, through which air may enter." and a trickle of oxygen begins to flow.
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They've shaken most of the sand out of their clothes, and sit huddled at the table of the restaurant, leaning into the moving shade of the umbrella and nursing slushy, iced glasses. There appear to be three people at the table, but it is a group of four. One person walked in dream, his sleeping body was curled up unseen in the room somewhere, but he could certainly be felt as he rubbbed his fox fur insistently along Neville's hand. Neville shivered at the luxurious feeling, welcoming it's distraction from another migraine. Which was just as intended.
"Apparently even dream fur is hot in this sun" a panting voice came up.
"Then why don't you slip into something cooler, or have some of this drink? We've earned a bit of comfort." Neville replied.
"Which is exactly why you're not wearing your dark glasses" a sarcastic reply returned from under the table.
"O, right" Neville blushed.
Neville scrambled for his glasses half-under Laidlaw's hand, drawing the younger man's smiling attention.
As Laidlaw pulled Neville in for a kiss, fur shifted itself to scales, and a snake-form slithered gently over the backs of their necks and down an arm, to dip his little tongue into the cup of chipped ice and taste the herbal sweetness of the sugared ouzo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/8
Fandom: Cultist Simulator (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Enid/Renira
Characters: Enid, Renira, Violet
Additional Tags: Self-Harm
Summary:
In which Enid finds her way into the hidden things in the world, quite unrelated to a cult leader.
It happened, I wrote and published a fic!
It’s all about Cultist Simulator, the one media product to ever squat in all of my daydreams as well as my nightdreams. I think even people who haven’t played/aren’t familiar can enjoy the fic a lot, so check it out!
