#lamb writes stuff

[brandnewvoice]

mean

pairing: jinx x gn!reader - NSFW

summary: after jinx pulled a prank on you that you particularly didn’t like, you find a way to punish her for insulting you.

warnings: no use of y/n or pronouns, 2nd person reader, use of nicknames (toots, baby) dom/top!reader, bottom/sub!jinx, slight degradation kink, little begging, edging, orgasm denial , fingering, pussy slapping/clit slapping, slight dacryphilia, mean!reader :)

author’s note: second ever smut fic lesgoo!!

MDNI

a tear rolled down her cheek as she squirms underneath you, “c’mon baby, no crying, remember?” you noted, making sure her legs were open wide as your hand striked her throbbing clit again. “fuck-! i- im sorry, i didn’t mean to- shit-“ she babbled desperately, watching your raised hand before it fell onto her pussy again, “you’re not sorry. not even you can believe that, i know it.” you scolded, finger going up and down her slit painfully slow, acknowledging how wet she was, “looks like someone’s enjoying it to.” you observed, watching her contorted face silently beg for any type of pleasure.

you smirked, pulling the hood of her clit up and striking upon it once again. “im not-! and i am sorry, ok?!” she grunted, voice getting hoarse from every scream she let flow every time you delivered a slap to her pussy.

gazing at her cunt’s pretty lips you gently ran your fingers through her folds, sinking two inside of her and listening as she sighed. you started to pound into her, speeding up your movement, “still not buying it. i just know you’re doing this for the sake of getting off, i’m not stupid jinxie.” you spoke, knowing she’s not even close to paying attention, just arching her pretty back and gripping the sheets.

“fuck please- toots i’m so close- just let me cum- this time-“ you abruptly stopped your fingers at her words, frustration and exhaustion flooding her expression as you pulled out and pulled her hood up again, seeing her brace for impact and body jerk at the sensation, tears running down her face and a cry almost as loud as the slap to her pussy.

you sighed in content with your work, turning around from her to go back to folding the clothes, just like you were doing before she pranked you, the thought of the phrase she put into it still making your blood boil.

she let out a loud whine, trying to catch your attention, a pout forming on her face at the fact you didn’t even budge. jinx let out an exasperated sigh, rolling on her side to look at you, noticing you unbothered by her state. “baby, i won’t do that again, i promise.” she spoke quietly.

“that’s great.” you answered dismissively, catching from the corner of your eye as she awaited you to do something.

being met with nothing, she shuffled closer to you, holding your shoulder gently, “im sorry… please, baby…” she whined right by your ear, trying to make herself sound convincing.

you rolled your eyes, sighing as you put the clothes down, “ugh, such a spoiled little thing.” you groaned under your breath, pushing her back down to the bed and plunging your fingers within her with no warning, making her let out a choked out moan.

you held no mercy speeding up as much as you could, curling your fingers and watching her eyes roll back into her skull. “fuck- aHh- thank you thank you toots- so sorry- th- ank yOu-“ jinx blubbered underneath you, mouth agape as she came undone on your fingers, body suddenly relaxing.

pulling out your slick-covered fingers and wiping them off on the bed, you glance at her falling asleep by your side, curling up upon herself.

you let out a small sigh before pulling her closer for her to lay her head on your lap, finishing your task of folding the clothes in the comfortable silence of her breathing.

[citrenecult]

Drew the Lamb, Narinder, and the Follower Bishops.

Some close ups.

[sincerely-sofie]

Miscommunication.

[bamsara]

I offer you some lambs for now until I can get all my art properly queued up and sorted :P

[hollypies]

Finally drew something cult of the lamb related!!!

Got hit with a bit of artblock, which sucks :,(

Anyway I looove the fervor fleece it's so cute :)

[aychama]

Just an idea I might put into the festival scene!

A kid bumps into narinder and spills water on him, he doesnt get angry or frustrated, instead he comforts the kid

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I guess i didnt expect you to be good with kids."

"And why is that?"

"Um... you have this... aura about you? That screams you hate everyone else so i wouldnt have thought kids were an exception"

"kids are stupid, naive and innocent. They dont have ulterior motives or they dont use fancy words to hide how much they just want to use you. I think all kids deserve kindness... besides its just water."

A group of kids throw rocks at narinder and yell "go away you unlucky black cat!" Narinder makes a really scary face, opening his third eye, and makes the kids run away screaming '3 eyed monster!'.

Lamb thinks "what happened to all kids deserve kindness?" While narinder makes a really smug face at the running kids

[libbydd]

my completely self indulgent furry clannibal obsession.

[seaglassmelody]

feelin' emotional about the hero of ferelden tonight

and by "the hero of ferelden" i mean all 3 of mine LOL

[yotomazu]

Lambert ran over to their sister and showed her their shitten

Lambert: Behold sister my son bal!

Lambert shows off an ugly baby. Lilith looks at the baby

Lilith: this umm

Lambert: be nice

Lilith: im finding it

Lambert: tf you mean you finding it!?

Lambert look mad as lilith look at them

Lilith: i bet you that i can make a prettier baby

Lambert: .......make it 40 gold that you can't

Lilith: deal!

They shake hands. Before lamber can ask lilith juat did a quick ritual as a baby geep was summon out from there. Lilith grab the geep with a smirk

Lambert: MOTHERFUCKER!

Lambert hands lilith 40 gold

Lambert: dont tell my husband about this

Lilith: i promise :3

Bonus:

Lilith kicked the door down of her share home

Lilith: gary, we have a baby now!

Gary confused as fuck looking at his wife.

Gary:....how.....im neutered.....

[brandnewvoice]

jinxie

pairing: jinx x gn!reader - NSFW

warnings: no use of y/n or pronouns, 2nd person reader, use of nicknames (toots, baby) dom/service top!reader, bottom/sub!jinx, slight praise kink, very little begging, slight edging, slight orgasm denial ig, fingering, little teasing, slight marking, start of aftercare :)

author’s note: was looking so hard for a subby jinx but only found one :(, here’s my first ever smut fic ig.

MDNI

jinx didn’t quite expect you, her pretty love, to get worried when she left in the middle of night to take a walk around with no warning, but she ended up finding you with a stern look on your face and crossed arms. she tried to flirt her way out of it, knowing the effect she had on you. it was obvious what was coming.

.🌀.

you break the kiss to push her onto the bed, climbing on top of jinx and grabbing at her waist.

“fuck were you thinking? no godamn warning at this hour?”

you scolded against her lips, entangling your legs with hers and lightly pressuring your thigh against her mound, reconnecting your lips again, nails digging onto her skin.

you could smell gunpowder on her, she got into a fight, though the lack of banging and yelling outside told you she took care of it.

she took your face into her hand as the other traveled to hold you into her at the back of your head. letting go of her waist you let your hands travel to her pants, getting her belt out of the way. your sloppy kisses trail down her jaw to her neck, open mouthed and messy as you left a few hickeys behind, knowing she wouldn’t even bother covering them.

you pull down her pants a little past her knees, mostly because she never remembers to get her shoes off but you also don’t got time for taking it off properly with jinx under you. you leave her underwear on, playing with the hem of it as you finish your job on her neck.

the tip of your finger finds her clothed clit, sparking it to life with slow circles, a small damp patch forming on her panties as her legs try closing around your knee.

“now, now, don’t close the shop on me, jinxie.”

warning her as you pull her panties down and open her legs again to gaze at her glistening pussy, wetness coating the pretty pink lips nicely from getting her worked up.

kissing over her thigh as you gather the slimy fluid to tease her entrance, enjoying her breathless sighs from underneath as you slowly sink a finger in.

you start with a slow pace together with a fee rubs on her clit, admiring the way her body tenses on every other stroke. sliding in the second finger into her tight heat, pace gradually speeding up, trying to get deeper and deeper into her cunt.

what once was a slow and sensual pace turned into a desperate desire to see jinx open up to you, beautiful and vulnerable at your hands. moving your body up feel her soft lips and hot tongue on yours again, your palm slaps her clit with every pound of you, of your fingers inside her heat.

your mouths mingle together, two different breaths melting into one, her moans swallowed silent by you until you curl your fingers and hit that sweet little spot hidden in her cunt, moans suddenly impossible to silence with your mouth.

“oops, did i find it?” you playfully ask her, your breath against her face, hitting mercilessly inside her knowing exactly what to tick her, watching her get louder and her grip the sheets below her, body tensing as a knot forms in her gut. a loud whine reverberated the room as you made sure the tip of your fingers, with no warning, barely brushed it.

“haAh- toots, c’mon- just fucking get m’ off- ngh- already” she whines, hips stuttering forward to get friction into the mushy star-seeing spot inside her until your hand holds her down by the hip.

“aw jinxie, how about you ask a little nicer and maybe i’ll help you with your little problem here.”

she grumbles in response, bottom lip almost bleeding from in between her teeth and eyebrows furrowed with simply not the right feel as your fingers never quit their steady pace inside her.

“fuck- please? let me cum, please i- i will be so good for you, i won’t sneak around like that again, i- please- just fuck- please”

a grin forms on your face at her messy pleading, “awh baby, it’s so hard to say no to you when you’re all whiny like this.”

hand then releasing her hips to caress her face gently before picking up the pace with your fingers again, mercilessly pounding the spot deep inside her cunt, the sound of squelching harmonising with jinx’s moans.

pressing soft kisses behind her ear as her back arched up from the bed, her hips stuttering against your pace.

“c’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me, yeah? pretty little thing aren’t you, all fucked up on my fingers, want t’see you come undone on my fingers, pretty.”

you gently whispered right by her ear, watching her face contort in pleasure as breathy moans wouldn’t stop rolling out her lips.

your name rolled out her tongue sweet and loud as her heat tightened around the slow pace you settled into for her to ride down her high. watching she catch her breath while you take your slimy fingers out of her snug cunt, gently tapping her sensitive clit to watch her legs twitch and whimper bubble up her throat.

“baby,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around yours as you licked your fingers clean. “are you still mad at me?” her voice was barely audible, face hiding behind your arm.

“of course not, baby blue. you just gotta tell me when you leave so suddenly in the middle of the night. ya got me worried there.” your eyes softened as you explained, caressing her face gently before picking her up bridal style. “let’s get ya all cleaned up.” pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

she groaned, just wanting to rest, “i’m not even that messed up.” she grumbled, making you look down at her state as you carried her to the bathroom, her head against your collarbone. you chuckled at the wet patches of sweat on her top and her sticky thighs.

“the chances you wake up in the middle of the night whining cus ‘you feel weird’ are very high. trust me, love.”

“oh c’mon, toots!”

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[pillo-makes-art]

YAY bishop game, let's goooo! I would like to know about: 16 (mostly over your Kallamar, I've seen him being an a-hole with people, but what about his siblings?) and 27!

Thank you 💙

HELLO I hope you’re ready to read five billion words because MAN I wrote a lot about these four. The first question in particular got SO LONG I’m going to put most of it under a readmore because otherwise I’d have everyone scrolling for a year.  Check the game where these questions came from!

16 - Which sibling relationship is the strongest? Which is the most complicated? 

Okayyyy this is going to be a bit of a disappointment because… the Bishops aren’t siblings in my AU. It’s more like a faith thing, like nuns and friars call eachother brother or sister despite not being related. Their bond is of the political kind, not familial (at least when they were still bishops) they’ve spent literal millennia hating eachother and had to form an uneasy alliance when Narinder started dabbling in forbidden magic. And they still don’t like eachother! 

And I know this directly contradicts canon and people are going to be upset, but this is my circus and these are my monkeys. This is not to say I don’t like when people actually follow canon and treat them as siblings, but there are countless amazing artists and writers (like you!!!!! aaaaa) who are doing that already, and I wanted to do something different for myself! I hope you can understand. 

Here's a very simple graph about everything that will be explained under the readmore.

I’d say the most interesting relationships between the Bishops are the feud between Kallamar and Heket and the relationship between Shamura and Narinder. Leshy, being the youngest to come into power, is just kinda there, and nobody was really interested with him, until they needed him to seal Narinder away.

I’ll start with Kallamar because I’m predictable he’s my favorite. He’s a power hungry bastard who doesn’t really care about anyone except himself, and has no problem using his power to bend people to his will. He wasn't particularly friendly with any of the Bishops, but he had no problem liking some asses (aka Shamura) if it means it’ll help him gain power or maintain a normal life. Except Heket. He loathes her, considers her a barbaric stain on the lands of the Old Faith and while he woldn’t mind acquiring her lands, Kallamar thinks the whole of Anura should be wiped out the face of Earth. If she sends a famine to his cult, he’ll send a plague to hers. They’ve been locked in a feud since forever, and only managed to not be at eachothers’ throats when Narinder’s threat became too big to ignore. Speaking of which, he blames Shamura for what happened to the four of them, and if killing the spider wouldn’t jeopardize the whole sealing Narinder thing, he would have done so ages ago.

Heket on the other hand hates literally everyone. Leshy is the only one exempt from her fury, but only because he’s such a young god he’s not even on her radar. Yet. She respects Shamura enough to be at least a bit wary of them, she’s always been indifferent towards Narinder and absolutely despises Kallamar. She considers him a snivelling coward and the only time they managed to fight face to face, she gave him the scar on his eye. Since then Kallamar has refused to see her in person, which only managed to make her hate him even more. Her only dream is to finally put an end to his pitiful life.

Narinder (yes, I’m putting him here too) is a bit of an incognita because I don’t really have a set personality for him yet. He strikes me as the loner type, perfectly content with doing his own thing away from everybody else. He developed a bond with Shamura when the spider noticed his potential and took him under their wing, and quickly managed to surpass his master in terms of power, which made him quite dangerous in Shamura’s eyes, and the rest is history. During the events of the game, Narinder hates every single one of his siblings in faith, Shamura over all since they were the only one with whom he had some sort of relationship.

Leshy, being so young and mostly interested in playing with his toys followers and making pretty flowers bloom, wasn’t really concerned with any of the others’ affairs. His enormous power is what ultimately put him in danger, because that was the reason Shamura approached him when they needed a fourth person to complete Narinder’s ritual. Because of this, Leshy isn’t all too happy to be forced into an alliance with the people who are the sole reason of his misery.

And now, Shamura. I left them for last because I really wanted to delve into their relationship with Narinder. Due to being the oldest Bishop, they see everybody else as little more than children, not even worth scolding. To them, the only vaguely important person was Narinder, and only because they wanted to use him for their gains. War kills countless people every sigle day, and Shamura was getting a bit tired of always having to look for new pawns to sacrifice. If they could last a little bit longer that would have been ideal! But even they couldn’t predict how much Narinder’s power would grow under their care. They became afraid of their very own disciple and had to take desperate measures to ensure the balance between life and death. And worse, what started as a manipulation tactic to garner more power, left SHamura genuinely caring for Narinder, a feeling they'd never experienced before. Still, they did think about killing Narinder at first, both to protect themselves and to eradicate that feelng they perceived as weakness. But they couldn't do it. They loved Narinder too much, and also you can't kill death, so sealing him away forever was the next best thing. They used their immense influence to convince Heket and Kallamar to join them in their plan, and basically plucked Leshy from the ground without asking, threw them all together into the ritual and the rest is history.

So, where does that take us now? After sealing Narinder away, the four of them decided on a truce, an uneasy but necessary peace. Tensions were still high of course (with Kallamar being a paranoid asshole, Heket always thirsty for blood etc. etc.) but they were the only four left. They had to bear it, lest they all disappeared. And then the Lamb arrived, I'm not going to explain everything lmao.

After being revived, the Lamb would have gladly killed all the Bishops (and Narinder) a second time, but came to an agreement with Shrimp (an OC and co-protagonist of this AU) to split custody of the Bishops. Heket would stay in the Lamb’s cult, while Leshy and Shamura would join Kallamar in Anchordeep. Narinder faked his death and is currently in hiding because he does not want to deal with the Lamb again. Have another graph

Kallamar was the only Bishop who didn’t die, and willingly gave up his powers to save the only person he’s ever cared about (Shrimp) and is now living a cozy life as the spouse of the new Goddess of Pestilence. While he doesn’t really care about Shamura per se, and still blames them for their collective misfortune, the spider he hated so much is a shell of their former self, and keeping such a big grudge over someone who can’t even go to the bathroom unaided is incredibly useless. Kallamar has already won, and he won’t go out of his way to make Shamura’s life even worse. In fact, he knows they’d have a much harder life in the Lamb’s cult, so he has taken it upon himself to be their caretaker. He will eventually come to love Leshy like a son, and they’ll become an actual family. Is it deserved? Probably not, since Kallamar is still an asshole at heart, but now he’s an asshole who can care about three more people beside him.

Heket is getting worse :) both Shrimp and Kallamar wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, and left her in the hands of the Lamb, who immediately put her into the fight pit where she still is to this day. Her resentment for Kallamar has only grown since their revival, because the bastard was the only one who didn’t have to know death and is now enjoying an incredibly undeserved life while she fights for survival every single day. She has fantasized more than once about escaping the Lamb’s cult grounds and taking her well deserved revenge, but she’s smart enough to know she’d stand no chance against Shrimp now that she wears the Blue Crown, and even if she managed to kill Kallamar, the Lamb would simply bring him back, so what’s the point? I actually feel so bad for her T.T sorry queen, I will make you flee the Lamb and become a pirate or something.

Leshy is the one who’s having the best time. Sure, dying and being stuck in Purgatory kinda sucked, but now he’s alive again and has an actual family. He doesn’t really miss being a god, since he’s held the power of Chaos for so little (at least, little in godly terms) that he never really got used to it. It was little more than a toy for him, and he can get the same rush of power by playing with his actual toys or digging in the mud with his mama! A sweet deal indeed. His relationship with Kallamar was a bit strained at first, he didn’t really know if he could trust the squid. After all, Kallamar basically left him to die! Not nice. But they eventually warmed up to one another, and now Leshy has a dad too. He’s going to be a big brother soon as well!

Shamura is a shell of their former self. Their injury was by far the worst one, and now they spend their days kinda… existing? Between brief moments of lucidity. They barely recognize Kallamar and would absolutely go into fits if they saw Shrimp since she’s a cat and she reminds them of Narinder. They do not remember Leshy, who’s actually cool with it, because he still holds a grudge against Shamura after they basically kidnapped him and forced him to take part in the ritual that cost him his eyes. 

Narinder does Not give a shit about the four ex-Bishops. His only priority right now is staying as far away from the Lamb as he possibly can and surviving. He does miss Aym and Baal tho. He got very close to the two of them in their thousand years of prison. Maybe one day he’ll have the guts to approach Shrimp in Anchordeep and ask her to bring them back.

27- Do any of them have recurring dreams or nightmares?

Kallamar - funnily enough, he doesn’t dream about Narinder all that much. They were never particularly close, and while losing his hearing because of him was a trauma, he’s recovered well enough to not constantly dream about it. His more common recurring nightmares is finding himself alone in his palace, being pursued by Heket. He knows she hates him more than anything else, especially now. In the dream, he is powerless, while she is still a Goddess, and while he can’t see her, he knows she’s there, hiding behind every corner, ready to take her revenge. He sleeps by candlelight every night because of this.

Heket - her dreams are filled with blood and the screams of the people who wronged her. Narinder. Shamura. Kallamar. Especially Kallamar. He’s always the last one she kills, and she always takes her sweet sweet time with it. Curiously enough, the Lamb is usually absent from her dreams. Sure, she hates them, but also understands why they did what they did. It’s not like they had much choice. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t fantasie about killing them too.  As for nightmares, she doesn’t have many. To her the only real nightmare is the reality she lives in.

Leshy - when he was first revived, he used to have constant nightmares. About Purgatory, the Lamb, Narinder tearing his eyes out… He would wake up screaming surrounded by darkness and he spent a lot of nights sleeping in bed with his mama. He’s five after all.  His other dreams usually involve walking through Darkwood, but not much else. These are actually the dreams that make him the most sad, because he knows that even if his mama and papa will take him to Darkwood every day if he so wishes, he’ll never be able to see it again.

Shamura - Mostly dreams about Narinder or their time as a Bishop, but always forgets everything by the time the sun comes up. Their whole day to day life is kinda like a dream, with faces fading in and out of their vision and moving through motions they’re not sure they’re even making.

Narinder - his worst recurring nightmare is the memory of the Lamb tearing him apart and skinning him while he was still alive. Not great! More pleasant dreams include Aym and Baal but they always fill him with melancholy. Dreaming about Shamura fills him with rage but also nostalgia for the days spent in the sun with his mentor.

[raindays11]

[ambalambs]

This is absolutely canon and how it happened. I know. I was the gondolier.

"And you- Can you imagine yourself spending eternity here, knowing no loss?" G'raha had finished asking as he turned to look out at the glimmering gold city around them.

But Miko didn't follow his gaze. He found himself unable to look away from the man before him, his words weighing heavily in his mind and on his heart. It didn't seem like G'raha had expected an answer, had merely voiced the question out loud to sit between them. The gondola swayed serenely, the people on the streets waved to them happily. From anyone's view the moment was just as pleasant and free of burden as the rest of the city around them. But Miko's heart had began to race, his mouth running dry as his lips parted slightly, intaking a sharp breath to speak.

"I love you."

The confession was so quick, so sudden and unexpected that G'raha immediately snapped his gaze back to stare at Miko. His eyes grew wide from the shock of it. Miko was simply staring at him, his expression almost pained until he dropped his eyes to his boots. Miko couldn't fully explain what had come over him in that moment. To force him to confess as he did. It was as if the emotions he had been carrying all this time, for years, had managed to burst free of the confines he had so carefully constructed within himself. It was safer that way, wasn't it? G'raha was now expecting more of an explanation from him, he knew that, owed him that.

As G'raha drew in a breath to no doubt question if he had heard him right Miko immediately cut him off, his words tumbling from him in a rush. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- it's selfish of me to admit it now. After all this time. In this place. After everything you just said. I just-"

Miko didn't even know where to begin. It seemed like every moment he had spent between when he had met G'raha to now was flashing before him. Every pain, every loss, every joy, every smile and laugh and song. A whole adventure of them. He had to close his eyes and swallow thickly to collect himself before speaking again.

"No. I don't think I could bear to spend another second in this place if it weren't for what we had come here to do. There is no adventure here for me. For us." He looked up then to meet G'raha's eyes. He stared back at him with that familiar focused look. Something about that seemed to ignite Miko's courage and he continued. "Somewhere during all this I think I realized...I have mourned you longer than I have known you. And it's been the same for you with me. Longer even. The grief has been a comfort, sure. It's evidence of this love I feel for you. But I don't want to keep grieving, I want the time we've spent together to outlast the time I've had to spend without!

"But that is such a selfish thought. I think that's perhaps why I have kept these feelings I have felt for you for so long. You had spent over a life time trying to save me. And not even me, but a me you didn't even know yet. Then, once you had succeeded, saved my life and returned home to the source, I should've left you to be free of me. To seek your own adventures. Have you're own journey. But the thought of losing you, after time and time again having already lost you..." Miko paused a moment, his voice surprising even himself how it had began to tremble. The memory of losing G'raha to the tower, to watching his body consumed by crystal, to losing him in Ultima Thule. The pain of those moments were still more than he cared to bear or remember. But he had to continue.

"I've gotten so many second chances with you. None I ever deserve. And I look at this place and-" he glanced around at the bright city and the happy people around them. "These people never got the chances we've had. I dont know why we have gotten them. Perhaps its unfair, and perhaps I truly am selfish. You deserve a life free of the burden of me, G'raha. But everything we've been through, what we've seen here and what we could face, it's shown me one thing. I don't want to live with any regrets. I, more than anything, want to spend every little adventure life throws at me with you right there beside me. I can't even imagine it any other way now." Miko chuckled sorrowfully at that as he lowered his eyes again, his voice then dropped to barely a whisper as if he was afraid to say them aloud again. "You're my best friend, Raha. And I love you. More than anything."

It was silent between them then and Miko couldn't bring himself to look up to see just how G'raha was reacting. He could face primals and Gods but for some reason in this moment he had never felt so afraid. He would accept the rejection, of course. G'raha deserved his life without him after everything he has endured, it was only right. But it didn't hurt Miko any less.

Just then, as Miko was doing his best to begin the hardening of his heart, G'raha's hand had reached out and rested atop Miko's. Miko quickly looked up at him, his turn now to stare at him in surprise. He was met with the softest smile from G'raha and a slight gleam in his eyes that betrayed the tears he was no doubt holding back.

"You are not, and never will be, a burden to my life, Miko. And I- I love you, as well," G'raha confessed, his cheeks flushed as he awkwardly glanced to the side. Miko noted his tail also flicking lightly as it rested on the seat beside him. "I confess it's something I had already assumed we shared after you kissed me on Ultima Thule."

It was Miko's turn to flush at that and began to nervously rub a hand on the back of his head. "Err right, about that. I suppose my weakness in the moment gave me away, huh?" But then he paused, his mind slow to realize exactly what G'raha had just said. "Wait, you-you feel the same way? You love me too?"

G'raha laughed at that, his face growing a shade redder. "It would seem I hadn't needed to fear I was too obvious. But yes, I do, and I have meant every moment when I've said I would ask for nothing more than to join you on an adventure."

Miko could not hold back the smile that spread across his face at that. He couldn't help but grasp the hand that had still been resting on his own. As if on instinct, after all the fear and the barriers had crumbled, Miko's other hand reached out and cupped the side of G'raha's face as they grinned and stared into each other's eyes. Everything around them seemed to fade away in that moment. There was no golden city or undying souls, just them, and suddenly they found themselves both finally leaning in for that long awaited kiss. Miko could feel that same familiar warmth and softness of those lips that he had felt that day on Ultima Thule. Only this time he could feel the tug of a smile on both their lips. In this moment, despite this place and despite it all this felt right.

But there was still that tug of uncertainty in Miko. That fear of his own selfishness in this and he quickly pulled away. "Are you sure? I mean-"

G'raha chuckled, bringing up both his hands now and holding Miko's face between them as he pressed their foreheads together. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Yes. This is all I could've hoped for."

Miko's eyes closed then too, a hand lightly grasping onto one of G'raha's wrists as he gently brushed his thumb back and forth against it. 'Life is a series of journeys' G'raha had said. Yeah, he was right and this was the start of the best of them.

[the-one-who-lambs]

When you're a mortal leading the "shipping the two immortals" pack but the three-eyed ex-god of death has the intrapersonal emotional intelligence of a piece of toast

Based on my fic, the Risen Lamb and the Fallen God lmao

[spectatingspectacle]

Hey Mutton, We're Home!

This is set in the Submit ending of MHE (the only ending that the bishops end up as followers) and is a year or so before Heket is revived out of Purgatory :)

"Starin' at the entrance won't make them come home any faster, dear," Salenette, a pink cow who was the Lamb's second ever follower and disciple, told her.

The lamb only narrowed her eyes at the entrance, not too unlike the time she tried to set a follower on fire with her mind because they were being a jerk (it was Throrlyn, to nobody's surprise). 

"She's right, Sugar. C'mon, why don't we get somethin' to eat from the kitchen?" Faith, a white deer who was the Lamb's first ever follower and disciple, patted her back and nudged her away from her spot.

"Mmmmm but they're supposed to get home today! And today's almost over! Where are they!?" The lamb threw her arms out all exaggerated.

Leshy and Narinder had been sent out on a mission for a week by the former's request, Faith had sent the latter with him so that they could hopefully get along better---they only played nice around each other in front of the Lamb, when she looked away they'd immediately flip each other off and silently curse at the other---and because Leshy was blind and might need someone to look out for him (much to his disgruntlement).

Just as the lamb followed Faith's offer the pentagram at the top of the entrance's steps glowed a sparkling red, and two figured appeared laughing and punching each other in jest.

"You fu-" was all Leshy said before a small blur of pinkish red rammed into his stomach. He adjusted his grip on his walking stick and pat her head as she shoved her face into him. He chuckled fondly. "Hey Mutton Muffin, we're home!"

She merely bleated in response.

"Not even gonna say hi to me? How rude," Narinder commented as he set both of their backpacks down.

the lamb waved, not even looking at him.

"... Favoritism," he jokingly accused.

Once he grabbed out a clipboard with a log of what he and Leshy brought home to give to the disciples he noticed that Faith had been long gone, but Salenette was still there, so he handed it to her.

"I'm glad y'all made it home safe, Lord Narinder, Lord Leshy." She bowed as she took the clipboard.

"Me too! The rains weren't being all that nice to us a couple days ago," Leshy commented. "You've no idea how hard it is to sleep when this FXCK over here-" he pointed to his brother "-kept screaming when a raindrop hit him 'cause HE didn't close the tent properly!"

"HEY! That thing was finicky AT BEST and was a NIGHTMARE to get right!" Narinder retorted.

"All I'm hearing is SKILL ISSUE!" Leshy laughed

The lamb banged a fist on his chest and finally left him go, grabbing his free hand and then taking Narinder's hand and dragged them both to her hut.

Salenette sighed. "I'll take care of your bags, I guess."

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Kallamar the Coward

Thinking about Kallamar in Cult of the Lamb, with how the lore and even his own siblings taunt him for being a coward and he even tries to bargain and sway you away from getting your revenge and killing him, even ready to throw Shamura under the bus to save himself, but then when you finally push him into a corner and he's forced to fight he not only busts out a bunch of weapons and starts quad-wielding them but he was once regarded by the fandom as being among the hardest bosses of the base game.

It got me thinking, was he always like this? Narinder certainly thinks so, but there's bias there. It's easy to just write him off as always being a mess like this...

But there's no denying he's the second in power after Shamura, Anchordeep is known for its beauty, he takes personal pride in the way he took care of his cult/area, and when in Purgatory out of all the bishops he's notably the most lucid/aware of where he is.

So I present this: After Narinder's sealing, Shamura was in no state to lead or give orders. The Bishops all had massive injuries that refused to heal. Who out of the 4 would immediately be assumed to be the one to take a leadership role? Who had comparatively more "manageable" injuries to take care of the other 3? And who would you assume is most likely to have medical experience to at least try to lessen the impact of all of their wounds?

Kallamar, Pestilence and Cure.

Early on after The One Who Waits was sealed away, Kallamar would have had to effectively take over the Old Faith while also caring for a broken beyond repair older sibling, who had always been the "Wise" one that the others blindly followed, yet was now barely even there at the best of times, and two younger siblings, one who was now permanently blind (and young/weak enough that they couldn't even muster a single Curse towards the Lamb before being crushed within days of their resurrection even years after the sealing, so just imagine how new to godhood they were back when this all started), and another who had had her throat torn out, all while downplaying his own wounds.

What if, then, at some point, he simply broke?

He resents Shamura, even potentially sincerely blames them for causing the entire thing (which Shamura confesses to), both leading them to turn on Narinder and also for leading everyone to killing the Lambs. He's still fond of Leshy, but from how quick to take charge Heket is, it's clear that after he proved unable to take the stress of it all, she was next in line as the "leader" of The Old Faith. There's gotta be some resentment there on both ends because of that, particularly with how quick he is to criticize how she took care of her territory.

And then compare how he is as a bishop to how he is as a follower. I think it's very very interesting that he goes from a dirty coward and absolute pathetic mess of anxiety and fear, to pleading directly to his own executioner for help, to being almost perfectly happy and content to simply be a Follower of the Lamb's cult. The others (minus Shamura, due to their condition) are resentful and quick to give sharp words to the Lamb, but Kallamar? It's like all his anxiety is gone with his godhood. He has nothing to fear anymore, and is almost ridiculously quick to be friendly to the Lamb and share his tastes in decor and pride in appearances with them. Not even in the "kissing up" way, he talks like they're equals. Is this what Kallamar was like, before everything? Is he actually HAPPIER as a Mortal now that all of the responsibility and fear of death is gone? Even secretly grateful?

There's no denying his cowardice. There's no denying it crossed a line when he was ready to betray Shamura when his nerves reached their limit. There's no denying that as much as he'd like to believe that he is absolved of guilt for The Old Faith's sins simply because he was just doing what Shamura told him to even if he claims he thought it was a bad idea.

But you also have to wonder what caused that cowardice to form, and what other feelings motivate his actions besides fear.

(tldr: sad squid was not ready to become the responsible one, especially not after going deaf and being traumatized. Has a mental breakdown halfway through raising the others due to not being able to actually deal with going deaf or being traumatized because it turns out being the god of physical health is different from mental health. Little sister ends up having to step up and be the mom now. Their relationship never recovered because of it, and he now blames the eldest for failing them and also for his own failures to cope. As a bonus developed an attachment to his own killer out of some weird warped perception of them "rescuing" him from his stress and then from death itself.)