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Herding Lambs to Slaughter (The Gospel According to Judas) by PureCacophony
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
02 Jun 2026
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John looked down at him.
At the way he knelt there in the dim, broken light. At the way the storm framed him: wind and rain and ruin all around, and Javier right in the centre of it, steady as anything.
Faithful. It should’ve felt like power. It didn’t.
It felt like standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like he’d been mistaken for something he wasn’t, something he could never be.
A god. A saviour. A thing worth kneeling for.
John exhaled slowly, the sound unsteady.
“You’re prayin’ at the wrong altar,” he said.
Javier’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Something sadder than that.“Maybe,” he said.
But he didn’t move. Didn’t get up. Didn’t break. And John let his hand stay where it was. Let himself feel it. The weight of it. The wrongness of it.
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In the spring of 1903, Arthur Morgan believes he has finally outrun the life that made him. On a ranch in Alberta, beside Charles Smith, he has found something rarer than freedom. Home.
Then a letter from Blackwater calls them south, and the ghosts they buried begin stirring.
(Set three years after What We Carry.)
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- Part 3 of What We Carry
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Charles looked down briefly at the water between them.
Then back up again, perfectly calm.
“Yes.”
Arthur stared at him.
“You’re a menace tonight.”
Charles leaned his head back against the rim, steam curling around his shoulders.
“I’ve been out in a snowstorm all evening.”
“That ain’t an excuse.”
“It’s a reason.”
Arthur eyed him for another long second.
Then a crooked grin slowly spread across his face.
“Well,” he said, settling deeper into the tub again, “if you’re plannin’ on causin’ trouble, Mr. Smith…”
Charles glanced back at him.
Arthur tipped his head toward him lazily.
“…you’re gonna have to come a little closer than that.”
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- Part 2 of What We Carry
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Charles Smith considered himself many things. Quiet. Intelligent. Dependable to a fault. Occasionally, unintentionally rude. One thing he had never considered himself — physically or otherwise — was weak. Life had trained him too well for that. It had taught him the practiced motions of endurance, the reflexive bracing of the spine before impact, the careful distance one learned to keep from people, places, and hope itself. Complacency was a luxury. Attachment was a liability. When you lived a life as dangerous and unsettled as his, grief was not a question of if, but when — and it was easier not to invite it in at all.
All in all, Charles knew he was strong.
What he did not know — what sat heavy and unanswered in his chest — was whether that strength would be enough to carry the body of a man he cared for deeply down from a mountain.
(Post-Canon fix-it of what could have been if Arthur actually didn’t die on the mountain)
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- Part 1 of What We Carry
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“In the nineteenth century,” Keating said, softer now, “there existed a practice called floriography — the language of flowers. It allowed people to speak when they were forbidden to. To be honest when honesty was unsafe.”
His gaze drifted, not accidentally, toward the back of the room.
“For extra credit,” he added, smiling, “I’d like you to find one of these lost languages. Learn it. Translate something personal. Something you’ve never quite known how to say.”
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In which Neil, presumed dead, actually survives his suicide attempt. But the Dead Poets soon realize surviving and living are very different things. Learning to live again after deciding to die is an enormous task for anyone, but Neil isn't just anyone. Neil is a Dead Poet, and Dead poets don't just live: they suck the marrow out of life, they scream their verse of the powerful play, they dream the world anew, and they dare to be colorful men and women standing in a sea of sitting gray.
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07 Apr 2017
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Anarchist eco-punk band Leaves of Grass has just been drafted to tour with populist punks Nuwanda. Lots of punk fun for the whole family. No life, no future.
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26 Feb 2017