#support: lambert

[laslow]

The return to the bunker was more chaotic than he would've been comfortable with, but alas it was time to finally redistribute their spoils. Fortunately their time at the town was fruitful, and the professor hoped their efforts would be enough to at least improve some of their allies’ condition for offense and defense.

First, this sword. “Professor Laslow, correct?” One of the Blue Lions that Lambert had spotted here and there but never actually gotten to talk with. With a quick wave, he offered the Wo Dao to the other man. “I caught wind that you are a sword user and might need a good sword, so I would like you to have this. New and sharpened, hopefully able to fulfill your needs.”

“Good luck out there, and be safe.”

The exhaustion weighing him down is more than solely physical. Too many emotions clamored for his attention in too short a time frame, leaving his chest feeling carved out and hollow.

Dwelling on the memories will only make it worse. Laslow passes out smiles like candy, doing his best to bolster downtrodden faces, even when his cheeks begin to hurt and his sincerity turns perfunctory.

A call of his name offers a good distraction; he nods at this newcomer, noting the faint familiarity but unable to place a name. "Hello there!" Laslow returns the wave, hand slowing as he spots the sword in the other man's hold.

"Oho, what's this? For moi?" Gingerly, he accepts the blade, weighing it in his hands, lightly pressing the sharpened tip into the pad of his thumb. Finally, a useful blade!

Gratitude rushes through him; he didn't realize a part of himself felt missing without a trustworthy weapon. "Thank you, my friend! I've nothing to return your gesture here; perhaps when we return to the monastery I can repay you?"

[knightofgalatea]

[ Dona Dona Fried Set ]

“Fried, friend and…look at that, fried as well.” The professor frowned at the offered dish. It did look and smell delightful and Lambert would be insane to refuse it, but just staring at it made something in his body cry a little bit. Probably his stomach. His memories were feeble, but he did remember he was a man of Faerghus and that in the Kingdom this much fried stuff is not very common.

A student near him seemed much more enthusiastic with the dish, though. A girl that sent alarm bells in his mind- familiar. Something within his brain remembered this person, those green eyes, that attitude, that blond hair. But her name was left behind in the fog, so all he could do was to push back on the slight frustration building at his own inability to remember.

“You seem to be enjoying the menu offered for the party more than anyone else here. That is truly impressive!” Indeed, her appetite was commendable- even if that insistent part of his mind felt a slight sadness towards it. “Allow me to guess, you are a knight in training?”

Ingrid blinked, her hands weighed down by the plate she had been piling food onto. The ball was for dancing and enjoying the night with friends, certainly, but how could she turn down trying the array of different foods spread across all the tables?

It was already hard enough not to take seconds at the cafeteria on regular days, and here there were more foods than she knew the names of.

She’d been reaching for some of the fried offerings, fried chicken dripping in grease, the smell of spices and breading hanging over this section of the table like a veil. And then she’d heard someone speaking, drawing her attention from the food.

Ingrid opened her mouth to respond as she looked up, only to snap her jaw shut again. It was a professor standing nearby, that she knew. She was certain she had seen him from a distance not long after he’d arrived at the academy, but she hadn’t had an opportunity to speak with him.

So surely that was why he looked familiar, wasn’t it?

But no, there was something else there. Something about the cut of his face and the blue of his eyes. It prickled at something in the back of her mind, like a sliver of wood caught in her skin that she could not manage to pick out.

In the end she nodded, knowing it was rude to ignore a direct question. “I am. Or I hope to be at least.”

Now that was more than a sliver she could not free from where it had been buried. That was a bone-deep ache, that rippled through her whenever she thought of her dream to be a knight. The likelihood of it ever coming to pass.

“Training works up quite the appetite, although I must admit whether I had been training or not I would still be trying to taste everything.” She turned her attention back to the fried foods, to the professor still half-turned towards it. “And what of you? Are you enjoying the menu?”

[mary-cross]

HELLOOOOOO!! I wanted to announce that I will be opening up a “kissing booth”, this means that you may request anything from Dulciter! Reblog to this post with your request!!! Or dm me! And I’ll reply back with a drawing! (You can use your OCs/ doesn’t have to be strictly lamb). (This has been requested a lot (save me)). It doesn’t necessarily have to be a kiss, it can be whatever you’d like (nothing freaky please). I wanted to say thank you all so much!!! For the love and support, reaching almost 1k on tumblr, 660 on insta and almost 900 on TikTok. I don’t have the words to express my gratitude, after leaving art for a long time.. I did not expect that my silly little lamb drawings would catch anyone’s attention and now here I am, surrounded by amazinglot talented people. I hope to keep bringing a little joy (and suffering) to all of you! Thank you so much again 🍎

[displaced-tactician]

HE WAS PICKING HER UP?

Her mind blanked at the pure surprise of the situation as her legs dangled helplessly for just a moment as Professor Lambert effortlessly picked her up and put her back on the ground. She was expecting a hand, or an arm, or something. But not “uppies” as was the hip way of saying it.

Morgan snapped out of her absolute confusion and began to refocus herself. Then snapped herself out of her confusion again because in all reality she hadn’t been able to the first time.

“No alcohol for me don’t you worry!” Morgan assured, taking a quick step back.

“Oh… I think I remember seeing Yuri. Really pretty with sassy attitude energy right? Maybe I’ll see them around.” Morgan said. She hadn’t MET Yuri yet but had seen them in the Abyss.

“Oh I almost forgot! Professor! Do you have charms I can trade for? I have a pearl!”

[ CROWDED ]

Morgan had… not come the regular way. As a recent addition to the Garreg Mach and an Ashen Wolf she just didn’t have those fancy resources. So through some sly disguises (a thin curly mustache prop) she managed to stow away and hide in the crowd to get to the party. Her master plan had succeeded.

She had her fancy bracelet and began trotting towards the party before unexpectedly being shoved into someone. She fell from the force of bumping into this person and groaned a bit in the surprise of the pain.

“Ouch… Oh Professor!” Morgan excitedly called as she looked up. He looked a lot less bulky without his armor and real fancy. Well this was a ball she supposed.

Keeping track of the guests wasn’t one of his tasks- thank the Goddess for that, because one glance at the crowd and Lambert could tell there were perhaps quite a few extras among them. As long as they were simply enthusiasts craving some partying there was nothing to worry about, but in the end the professor still made sure to keep an eye on the situation at least for the sake of the Academy’s students, as well as his own- though for the Ashen Wolves he wasn’t too sure how many had agreed to come. The procedure for them to attend had been a little convoluted, but the cardinals made it work kind of.

His focus broke the moment something hit him square in the back, the weight negligible for his strength. But when he turned around, expecting to find maybe some drunk stranger that had accidentally stumbled onto his form, icy pools widened in recognition. “Oh, Morgan! My apologies, I had no idea you were there. You are not hurt, are you?” Rather than offering a hand for her to grab, Lambert just leaned down and grabbed her from under the arms, putting the mage back on her feet as if she weighed next to nothing.

“I must say I did not expect to see you here at all, but I am glad that you are here all the same. Please do enjoy the ball, and have fun.” A brief pause, before putting on an unnervingly bright smile. “Just try to stay away from alcoholic beverages. I am looking.” At that, the professor patted Morgan's hair before his expression returned to a content smile.

"I am not sure how many of your classmates are here with us, but I know Yuri is here at least. You may reach out to them as well, if you wish."

[gilsart]

again with the witcher, featuring Geralt and Lambert interacting + a young Vesemir because I can't stand whoever tf that chad looking NOTW mfer is

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

my favorite parts of that whole event:

Anita looking at Adam like a proud parent during WWTLF

Roger looking at Adam like a proud parent during AOBTD

Both Anita and Sarina immediately whispering to Brian when the WWTLF guitar solo started 

Brian crashing Miriam Bryant’s interview to praise her performance of TSMGO

Brian and Roger BOTH getting emotional 

Roger giving the longest speech I’ve ever heard him give

Brian taking the golden opportunity to mention clogs

John getting mentioned more than once

Roger putting his head on Adam’s shoulder (🥲)

Brian holding the mic for everybody, lol

[maybmila]

AHHHH I LOVE YOUR LAMB DESIGN SO MUCH, THERE HAIR LOOKS SO SOFT LIKE A CLOUD. I WANT TO STYLE THERE HAIR WITH FLOWERS AND BEADS SO BADLY!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GLAD THE FLUFFINESS SUFFICES !!!!! HERE YOU GO

[displaced-tactician]

UGH! This man had SUCH A BAD VIBE! Not physically mind you. He seemed nice enough. He had a friendly chuckle and a soft smile... FULL OF DECEPTION! Well probably not...

This vibe was totally not warranted in any realistic way. It was a feeling playing at the edges of her mind saying this man was much stronger, and potentially more dangerous, than his immediate kind demeanor would suggest.

It actually happened with a few people she was passing before she got interviewed as well. Perhaps she should look into WHY very soon.

"Pleasure to meet you Professor Lambert! You can call me Morgan! I look forward to learning more about Abyss!" Morgan looked at the outstretched hand. She debated if she wanted to shake it and decided she didn't.

But... he almost looked like a warrior... or a knight... she could... do that warriors handshake. It would be SO COOL! She could even use this moment to test his vibes. If he returned the warrior's forearm grab shake thing then perhaps her initial instinct was off about him!

She looked at Professor Lambert seriously, reached out her hand, and grabbed his wrist with strength, determination, and gusto. Well... as much as she could since he was much bigger and had quite a bit more muscle than she did.

@egittae

One Churches Gremlin Hole is a Gremlin's Gold Mine || Morgan and Lambert

[crackcult]

Okay fine,

Here, have a kiss

[itendswithakiss]

Jaskier: ugh that idiot

Lambert: *takes out knife*

Aiden: *lowers lambert’s hand* Who?

Jaskier: your idiot brother

Aiden: *raises lambert’s hand* Go on

[jadebrightwind]

Been sitting on this for a minute but finally I can reveal it! A HUGE NEW PRINT IS AVAILABLE! The Ire of The Mothman will first be available this weekend at Nightmare Weekend in Chicago, IL from Friday, May 2nd through Sunday, May 4th, after which point it will be available on my website, INPRNT, and Teepublic as quantities allow!

If you're in the area and like horror, swing by and say hello! I'll also be selling my bug themed pieces, and opening up On-The-Spot commissions for Cult of Lamb Followers!

Want to see your character there, hand drawn by me? Come on by! I'll be bringing my colored pencils this time so I can draw your follower form right on the spot! We've also stocked Lamb and Goat Keychains alongside the very popular stickers, so come down and grab one while we still have them in stock!

And of course, in addition to my bug prints (including Cicada Invasion), bug STICKERS are now available!

Our table is A11 in the Artist Alley nearby the Celebrity Signing lines!

We're looking forward to seeing you there! Stop by and say hi!

[nohrslittleflower]

The last thing she can clearly see is her ‘impenetrable’ shield shatter above them. Her grip tightens, closing around her staff as it splinters under the force of the attack against the spell, trying to keep it together, to keep the staff’s light shining bright to protect them. The staff in her hand crumbles into dust, carried away into the sky by the howling winds around them. Her light goes dark.

“NO!” Everything else is a muffled blur, involuntary shriek piercing through the air as the young princess desperately grasps at the specks in the sky. Trembling hands clasp around nothing, the final pieces slipping through her fingers no matter how tightly she holds on. It’s too far now. She can’t reach. It’s gone. The staff she’s had since childhood, the thing she’s built her whole life around, the last piece of a Nohr ruled by the kind father she never got to meet, the last remnant that had been entrusted to her — is gone. 

“This is a suuuper special staff, just for you, Elise. It’s very important, so take good care of it, okay?”

Her face feels wet.

She feels something hit her, she thinks. She feels herself get knocked back. She feels someone grab her. Something else hits her. She isn’t sure what’s going on.

Everything hurts.

She’s tired.

She wants to go home.

Everything starts to go dark again. She doesn’t like the dark.

“I’m.. sorry… everyone…”

@allyphase @old-scalebag

We're taking the fucking mountain back!

[ Epiphany Finale - Mountain Pass - Unit 7 ]

[mary-cross]

To all the amazing artist, mutuals and followers who have inspired me-thank you. Your creativity and passion gave me the courage to finally share my art. After many years of self doubt I finally found myself wrapped in so much kindness and support. I’m endlessly grateful for this community and the light that you all bring. Here’s to creating more! Here are some doodles of some of my inspirations and mutuals. ❤️

@melled42 @aychama @the-artist-grimm @jellynotbees @7squidgy7 @farmersfieldwolf @ane-doodles

[kasztanek86]

Well guess what

[lordgaspard]

“…”

That… that…

It made sense - he wasn’t against the king, or kingdom, just the church.

He really took after his father… or his father took after him, postmortem.

But that just made this make more sense.

And his goal more moral.

“I am going to get my lance.”

Lonato knows that he will probably be attempted to be stopped - he’s counting on it.

Because he knows he’s stupid to charge in. But he’s not going to stop himself. Because he has due reason to expect.

“I am going to find out whatever crime he did… and reveal to the world the coverup. Show the higher-ups the… gross mistreatment of a knight that they did-”

He breathes in slowly, trying to calm down. Because he’s losing it. Badly.

And he knows he’s going down to hell.

He just needs to take Rhea down to hell with him.

“And make the archbishop pay! First the greed of the way the monastery is run, then the callousness of spending lives to cover whatever happened… and after all of that, to claim herself holy? The only holy place she is going is me driving her into Ailell myself!”

He is a sinner now. But the sins on his hands pale in comparison to those of her.

isnt it great? to run into your old boss while grocery shopping | lambert & lonato

closed starter for @lordgaspard

[cielenruine]

[ ROW BOAT ]

Lambert has never rowed a boat before.

In theory, he knew how it should work and what movements he should do- it was quite obvious really. But he can’t remember a single instance where he had actually gone and done it, either because he truly had never tried the activity or because his memories were fogged up just enough to obscure the few times he had given it a try.

And yet, he still sat on one, before Matthias. “I think I can do this just fine. Sit back and enjoy, my lord.” He spoke out loud for the staff member to hear, creating the proper image of just a knight wishing to entertain his liege. If he controlled his movements just enough, they’d have a perfectly normal boat ride.

“Do not look so tense. You look at me as if I were ready to capsize our little vessel, have some faith in my skills!”

"You most certainly are going to." Matthias let his cloak slip off his shoulders and over his legs. Leaning back, he did not see how people enjoyed this. It was as grating as a carriage ride though certainly less hectic on account of much smoother water...but his mind grew so easily bored. "You don't have to seem that eager- a veteran knight wouldn't make such a show." He knew he knew that. A groan left the Margrave and he hesitantly looked about the rest of the boat to see if there weren't another pair of oars. "I can't stand this..." He settled for fidgeting with the charm he'd been given. "Which one did you happen to get? I was given an anchor-" Certainly he felt like one at the moment though worse yet.