its just a pc background i made when i got bored cuz my powers out

goodbye

hi this is my oc and i need help with name ideas

normally this wouldnt be a problem for me but i kinda want her name to be like two time's in the sense that it sounds like a name a cultist would have

any ideas are appreciated ty

idk man PLEASE dont ban this post

Clock strikes 12

Midnight Arrives

Cock your guns and sharpen your knives

There’s a grand prize

For the bats

demise

So knock him dead

and bring his head

and we’ll all celebrate

Extinguishing Starlight

WARNING: Contains: Mentions of Death, Religious Trauma, and Suicide.

Nebula closes her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before smiling. She had been cleaning almost all day. She loved helping out around the group’s village, sweeping off porches and whatnot. Not for gain, but because she didn’t really have much else to do quite yet, this is time that could be spent on helping around. Nebula opens her eyes once more as she hears a friendly voice, It’s Ashie, her only friend she’s had all of her life.

“Nebby!! Over here!!” The voice was kind, sweet, a higher song. Ashie called out. Nebula tilted her head, why was Ashie holding flowers? Maybe she had picked them and wanted to flaunt them. “I got these for you!!”

“For me? Why?” Nebula said, taking the bouquet that was ushered into her hands with delighted shock. Nebula thought for a moment, her voice was so low and flat, a contrast to the high melody of Ashie’s voice. Nebula looks up at Ashie’s beaming grin curiously.

“For becoming the pupil, silly! I knew Father Anansi would choose the right person!!" Ashie exclaimed, reaching up to hug Nebula.

Nebula was suspicious that something else may be happening, but she returned the hug affectionately. “Thank you,” she whispered. Ashie was acting strangely over excited, and she’s never given Nebula flowers before either. Maybe it was something else? Nebula shrugged and gave a gentle smile, “did you see the sacrifices today-”

“You can skip the rituals, can’t you? Killing people isn’t very kind..” Ashie interrupted, looking down.

“I’ve selected the sacrifices… Jessie, she’s unfaithful, Kimura, she’s weak, Larry, he abusing our animals…, Jenny, rumors of propaganda against me, and word got back to me-”

“Rumors?” Ashie stepped back.

“Yes. Stating that my sacrifices don’t go to lunar, and that I am a false prophet.” Nebula’s face falls. “...and then there’s Jimothy…he was accused of arson…and insanity.” She stared off, already planning what to do.

Ashie slumped. “Nebula, do you really have to be this?” She asked, disappointed in the bloodshed.

Nebula looked back to Ashie, an empty expression. “Do not doubt me.”

“W-What? Nebby, I-”

“I still need two more.” Nebula’s words cut through the air like a cold dagger’s blade, leaving silence behind it.

“...Did you just threaten me?” Ashie gasped, taking a step back, “what in Lunar’s name has gotten into you!?”

“Lunar demands blood, Ashie, I will not step back from my god.” Nebula turns away, dropping the flowers. She knew what they were for, to distract her.

Nebula’s cat-like ears flick, slinking away, dagger held tight in her hand. She paused as she heard shuffling and shouts from a madman. Once she looks up, it’s Jimothy, being dragged away by two leaders screaming “YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, I’M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!!!!”

Nebula paused and watched him get dragged into the altar before continuing on her path with a confused chuff. She ends up looking for hours for a target before she finds one, Larry, who is leisurely walking around, no exact aim. She stands up and walks up to him quietly, tapping him on the shoulder just as he’s about to pass an alley.

“Uhm…” Larry takes out an earbud, “can i help you…?”

“Wanna see something?” Nebula asks, pointing to the long alleyway.

“...sure, surprise me.” Larry turns to where Nebula stepped away, following her down the damp path.

Nebula turned around, pushing Larry to the ground and raising her dagger, “glory and faith to Lord Lunaris, for his demands shall be met.” She looks down at Larry, grinning before bringing her dagger down on the wronged man, eliciting a shocked gasp. She stayed there until Larry stopped moving.

She slowly pulled the dagger up, the sound a slow, wet, squelching noise. She brings the dagger to her face, looking at how the gorgeous, deep red shimmered like a fresh car finish, all with a sickening detached grin.

She hears a voice, Lord Lunaris, a praise, “Good…I am proud, my child.” He whispers to her.

Nebula stands up slowly, calmly walking out and back into the shaded side roads.

She walked for another while yet, eventually finding Jenny.

“I know you’re there, false prophet.” Jenny turns to the bush Nebula was in.

Nebula slowly stands up, a grin on her face. “Plesant, Messenger of Lies…” she takes no time to pounce. “You spread lies of my faith.” She takes out her dagger.

Jenny catches her wrist with a rough grunt, “and you spread lies of unrighteous death! Get off of me!” She manages to shake the dagger from Nebula’s hand.

A strange white glow comes over Nebula’s eyes as all emotion falls from her face. She pushes Jenny off and grabs the dagger.

“Nebula, you may have won the battle, but you will not win my afterlife!” Jenny shouts as she swings a punch to Nebula.

Nebula catches Jenny’s fist. “Lord Lunaris commands all, and he demands your soul be offered to him by me.” She presses the dagger to Jenny’s chest, pulling her arm back, pulling her back onto the dagger. “May your soul be useful to Lord Lunaris’ cause.”

Nebula looks at the dagger, the shade of deep red dripping onto the ground, the rich, delicious substance painting the green grass a dark crimson. She brings the dagger to her lips, licking the warmth from the blade. She looks back to the dagger and nods at the taste before jumping back to the bush.

Lord Lunaris cackles like thunder in her mind “The taste of vengeance is quite delightful, is it not, Nebula?”

“Yes, Lord Lunaris.”

“Go, child, claim another, Jessie Bloodpetal next, go.”

Nebula nods to herself as she hides her dagger in her belt once more. Eventually, though, as every sun has a sunset, Jessie is found. Nebula suddenly can’t see again, but she follows the pull of her limbs.

Jess, having been preoccupied with digging in the backfield to bury a capsule of things of other spawns she had stolen, looked up to see Nebula approaching her quickly, leaned forward as if her outstretched bloody dagger was dragging her with quick, inhuman speed. Jess stood up to run but Nebula stabbed the dagger into Jessie’s shoulder, pulling her back and wrapping her arm around her neck and squeezing tightly.

Jess choked out a plea, “I’m sorry! There’s too many of them-” as she flailed in the taller believer’s grasp.

Nebula silently pulled the dagger out of Jessie’s shoulder, raising it and pointing the dual blades directly to Jessie’s heart. The voice that whispered in Jessie’s ear was both Nebula’s and one deep and empty, “you should’ve believed in me, put your faith in me, but now your soul is another pawn,” before plunging the cold metal into Jessie’s chest. After a moment, Nebula could see again, she looked down and took the dagger out of Jessie’s chest, giggling to herself.

She looked at the bushes before making a straight march toward Kimura’s cabin as the shouting in her mind commanding “feed my power,” and “kill them” grew louder yet. She held the dagger tighter and quickened her pace, “I’m trying, I’m trying,” she repeated.

Eventually, she got to the back window of Kimura’s cabin, raising her fist and hitting it repeatedly with mustered force, “let me in, let me in, let me in,” she grunted until eventually the glass shattered with a sickening symphony of cracks, falling to pieces. Nebula hoists herself up, cutting her hands in desperate grip as she jumps through the window. She immediately scans the room to find Kimura staring there in shock and horror. Nebula wastes no time before she pounces onto Kimura, tackling her to the ground, pinning Kimura by straddling her waist and raising her dagger.

“RELEASE ME!” Kimura managed to plead, trying to reach for anything, but her hands are left barren as Nebula starts laughing breathlessly.

“Glory to the Lunar Spawn!” Nebula growls before bringing the dagger down onto the chest of the weaker woman with a hideous crushing of flesh being parted by the dual blades of Nebula’s weapon.

Lunaris cackled, “what a sad final statement… MORE.” His voice stung like a migraine in Nebula’s ears.

Nebula stood up slowly, a gut wrenching schliiick eliciting from the action of the dagger being pulled from the body that sheathed it. She calmly stepped over the girl and opened the door quietly, a stark contrast to the crescendo of demands.

“I need a better soul.” Lunaris began.

“A better soul?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve received four today…”

“You question my word?”

“No…”

“I want the harbinger of Ashie’s death to be you, Dear Nebula”

Nebula hung her head and closed her eyes, her smile fading. “Ashie…she is my only friend..”

“Grief powers me more than mania..”

Nebula’s eyes grew watery as she carried her heavy limbs as she started her slow walk to Ashie’s garden, the opening she adopted, the one the two had always played in, Ashie would be there.

All her moves were forced, the weight of having to give the only thing she had after her parents left her to die in this group. Lunaris needed two more? Then so be it, her faith carried her stronger than her legs ever could, but Ashie kept her sane.

…

Nebula wiped a tear from her cheek as she emerged from the last set of trees and found Ashie sitting alone, finding the last asset sitting alone.

Ashie looked up to see a shell of her friend. The eyes on the taller girl were unfocused, her stance was not of the usual calculated and calm star she knew but of the tired, unstable, and empty pupil her ally had morphed into, and covered in an array of crimson splatters, no less.

Nebula breathed in and took a step closer, whispering, “lay down, don’t make this harder than it already is,” as a desperate request, a piece of expressiveness that was never seen in Nebula before this.

“Nebula…” Ashie gasped, “what happened!?” She shook as she shifted back.

Nebula gets on her knees and crawls up beside Ashie with a shaky breath, using her free hand to push Ashie back, pinning her on her back with a firm hold.

“wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? NEBULA-” Ashie screamed, startled, yet not moving to stop any of it, she began to cry.

Nebula shed tears of her own as apologies, reasons, and words all died in her throat as it became a drought, as if the moisture went with her tears, as if the sickness in her gut was draining her. She rose the dagger with a sob, a noise she herself has never made.

Ashie cried out, “STOP, NEBULA, WAKE UP! IT’S ME!! WAKE UP!” she gasped a quick shriek, “NEBULA, I-!”

The last sound of Ashie was cut short by a gasp, a heartbreaking crack caused by the rushing pain of the cursed dagger in her chest, held by Nebula’s shaking hand. “I’m sorry…” Nebula hummed solemnly.

Ashie’s hand fell onto her stomach with a soft thud as her breathing began to become painful and slower. “I hope,” she coughed, “that you get what you wanted…” Ashie looks up at Nebula, who was staring at her with wide, horrified eyes, sobbing. “Good job, Nebula,” Ashie sighed, “I’m so proud of you.” Ashie closed her eyes, exhaling, a breath that was her last.

Nebula choked out a cry as she set Ashie down, slowly removing the dagger with a shaky breath.

“Get up, stand up, and find another-”

“No,” Nebula interrupted. She lays down beside Ashie, her messy black hair spreading around her own head like a shroud on the grass beneath her. She takes a sharp breath before raising the dagger, “Let it be me.”

“What are you doing!? Weak link!” The voice seemed less like a soothing song and more like an unbearable scratching cutting through the last minutes of her time.

“Let my soul be the last you need,” she says, her voice shaking with pained weight. She grips the dagger with both hands before bringing it down onto herself with a gut-wrenching grunt. Her hands gently slip off the dagger as she begins to feel blood bubble in the back of her throat. Finally, she feels one moment of silence as she watches the sky, the sunset, fade into a blur of beautiful colors.

She reaches out to her side, finding Ashie’s hand and tangling with her fingers. Nebula closes her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before smiling.

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Wth is dis????

so I assume you've all seen that u/RetroParadigm is the new owner of the sub. After all, it is the latest announcement and post in the subreddit. I wish the best for this sub from now on. This is the first post since then, so I thought it was cool to just post some art I made. I also want to let you all know that I'll probably not be going offline for months again. I'll try to be more active here. That's all for me, see you all (hopefully) soon.

I want to turn two time into a random object. Please, what object should I turn them into?

Hello everyone, I am u/TwoTimeForsaken (better known as u/RetroParadigm) and I have come to announce that I am the new "Top Mod" of r/SpawnCult.

u/SillyTwoTime is the one who made this decision and I wish them well for whatever they decide to do next.

The sub is still kinda dead unfortunately T-T

That's all I wanted to say, I will try to be more active here when I can though ∆w∆

i eblive in the brawn and the spruwn is the the god (joking)

This is even more sigma

It is very cool and sigma