am I at least weird and off putting in a pretty way?

more cool vintage buttons from the LHA Button Archive

Listen, i know Penitence mode was something introduced bc of Don't Starve Together but.... something about Lamb clinging to the aspects of mortality, even on their way to becoming a god. Treating it as a way to be forgiven for the sin of betrayal, becoming a god of their own making by stealing it from another. On the flip side, using it as a way to get closer to their Cultists. 'See, I'm just like you, i need to eat and sleep.' Coming back from a Crusade starving and exhausted to rest and eat with their followers, joining in the Feast Ritual and truly enjoying it, learning their favorite meals and sharing their own as well. A way to connect with them, showing them that not long ago, they were mortal as well.

the cultists looking after their god just like <3

Yes, this! Defending the Lamb from Dissenters who are angry about them leaving for so long, start preaching lies and trying to turn people against them. Helping Lamb heal with the Camellia flowers the same way they heal the followers. Giving them extra time to rest and a few senior Cultists delegating jobs to the others.

The bishops tho... Usually the lamb has to look after their disabilities but on good days they return the favour

I could see the Bishops carrying a distaste for the Lamb clinging to mortality. What a foolish thing for a God to do. Especially one who defeated the 5 of them. Almost seems like a laugh in their face. "Look, someone who is still bound by aspects of mortality beat you, sent you to Purgatory, finished you off, then brought you into my Cult." Whether the Lamb actually sees it that way or not is another thing. Maybe after they've been there for years and years do they eventually come around and help the Lamb when he comes back, exhausted and starving. After all, they don't have ages to hold a grudge anymore.

Listen, i know Penitence mode was something introduced bc of Don't Starve Together but.... something about Lamb clinging to the aspects of mortality, even on their way to becoming a god. Treating it as a way to be forgiven for the sin of betrayal, becoming a god of their own making by stealing it from another. On the flip side, using it as a way to get closer to their Cultists. 'See, I'm just like you, i need to eat and sleep.' Coming back from a Crusade starving and exhausted to rest and eat with their followers, joining in the Feast Ritual and truly enjoying it, learning their favorite meals and sharing their own as well. A way to connect with them, showing them that not long ago, they were mortal as well.

the cultists looking after their god just like <3

Yes, this! Defending the Lamb from Dissenters who are angry about them leaving for so long, start preaching lies and trying to turn people against them. Helping Lamb heal with the Camellia flowers the same way they heal the followers. Giving them extra time to rest and a few senior Cultists delegating jobs to the others.

Fangs in my neck

Please

Please

Please

Hello

well folks. It Is Friday

Oh ok

transparency in politics

dont chew on that

there should be a thing like sick days but for when it’s just too nice outside . sorry can’t come in i’m busy smelling the flowers and soaking up the sun

Based on this!

fangs in your neck friday……….🩸🩸🩸

or perhaps. Fangs in other places. friday. ?

listening and learning here. Writing things down

"I've made a new friend today, lamb."

Trudging along, bells toiling, the god of mercy visits the plains once more in search of lost souls in need of saving. A lush flower grove grows beneath their hooves, only to quickly rot and age underneath the crimson cloak. The scent of herb coated the ancient long gone architecture with new vigor.

Narinder still clings to their ancient master, loyal as always joining the solemn walk. He announces his blessed day, he made a friend, looking up to the towering beast for a sign that he has been heard. He almost wishes to choke a sob, for he sees there's none. A trudge, new life, for it to end, the echos of chimes, an omen of sleep. He remembers the days when he despised the infant god for being so childish, the cursed mocking laughter of a sickly sweet soul, to see the joy written on their face, to see how proud they were when the news was given. Delight that Narinder is no longer so lonesome with the new family. He'd give anything to break this damned curse, just to see that annoying, pitiful, awful, smile again.