#Shamura x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

SCRAMBLES IN-

Ive had Cotl Bishop relapse and stumbled across your one bed trope with them-

What if lamb catches on that something more might be brewing and lowkey ships it, so they just upgrade the already existing hut instead of building a new one.

And just a few headcanons as to how reader and bishops grow closer/realisation that their cult leader ships it?

(I think it would be funny if at dinner one time lamb just asks 'so when are you gonna ask them out?' and that sentence alone almost kills the bishops again /joke)

P.s would reader be allowed to be a cuddle bug?

P.s.s sorry if this a lot, feel free to pick and choose what parts of the idea you want to include or not. If you want to cut down on the amount of characters Shamura and Leshy would be preffered. ^^

Lambert playing matchmaker w/ you and the bishops

rubs my little hands- you guys ever make all your other followers to go sleep on holy day rituals but leave just 2 followers (that you ship together) alone so they can actually befriend each other and/or fall in love or is that just me notes: reader is gn, playing off of the one bed trope post , post game but not post final quest, short time jump so its at least within a few weeks of the respective bishop joining the cult, written on mobile cws: implied freaky stuff but like "lambert jokes about sending them and you to the mating tent to try to bring you two closer"

Leshy

He hardly needs the Lambe help to make his move on you, hes still got that god like arrogance... he sometimes pops out of the ground just to bug you while you're working... may attempt to drag you off to do something else

...it does sometimes take him a while to recognize the feelings as romantic, before he just loved how attentive you were to him.. it reminded him of how his followers used to fawn over him in godhood

Probably has the balls to scurry into your bed and ask to huddle up with you- it's too cold in this shelter, hes a bug! Hes cold blooded! Warm him up!! ..his moss.. leaves.. things... dont feel too bad.. and if it's too hot? The moss is cool to the touch! It's a win no matter the condition!

If he could glare at the lamb he would, the question of when hes going to ask you out doesnt make him falter... grumbles under his breath about the lamb being annoying and to go away... he cant see the smirk they're giving him

Finds himself working in the same areas as you- if you're chopping wood hes chopping wood.. and so on... not that hes actually going to do work, hes going to attempt to drag you off somewhere

Heket

Shes like her younger brother, shes confident enough to eventually make a move when she feels its right... she won't turn you down for a cuddle session even if shes not entirely a cuddler...

The lamb catches her beelining for wherever you're working to make sure you're not overworking yourself- and how she sometimes forcefully drags you to get some water or to take a break

She actually can glare, and the look she gives the lamb is enough to kill but they remain unphased and ask if she wants them to assign her to the same jobs as you

Super straight forward when she does ask you out, torn vocal cords make it hard to dance around topics- it may almost come off as a threat but that's just because of the growl and strain, her body language tells you shes trying to be tender

Kallamar

If he didnt feel humiliated from getting his ass beat twice by the lamb he would waste no time in trying to romance you- if he had met you later after hes been in the cult for longer, then itd be a different case...

Hes more subtle, testing the waters to see if you're receptive slowly getting bolder with time until hes basically flirting with you

Damn near inks himself when the lamb asks him when he plans on asking you out... would he like it if they sent the two of you to the mating tent to spend some time together? They say it jokingly but he nearly jumps on the offer... though he'd much rather the idea come from you

Subtly brags about his past accomplishments to try to win you over, regardless of if you know he was a bishop or not

Shamura

Slow slow burn, theyve never rushed into relationships so why start now? They want to know all there is to know about you before committing to you.... this leads to a lot of late night talks in your shared hut

Waits until you're both done with your work for the day before coming to you

To outsiders there doesnt seem to be any feelings on their end- but to their siblings and the lamb.. they can tell.. it also helps when at least one of those people can read minds

They don't give much of a reason to the lamb asking when they're going to ask you out- actually they answer honestly if theyve already decided when

Bonus they chirp/purr at you. Literally the only hint to you that they might have some attraction to you prior to asking you out- excluding them outright saying they think you're beautiful or a good companion to have or the longing gazes or how they guide your hands for a task or-

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.

The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.

(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).

Narinder

General:

He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.

Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.

When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.

He will thank you, before asking you to leave.

Romantic:

Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.

If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.

Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.

Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.

He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.

Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.

He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.

Heket

General:

I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.

Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.

Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.

Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.

It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.

Romantic:

Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.

She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).

Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.

I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.

She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.

Leshy

General:

I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.

He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.

Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.

unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.

Romantic:

If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.

Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.

He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.

If its cold, he's basically glued to you.

He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.

Kallamar

General:

He is terrified when you first pick him up.

He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.

Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.

If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.

He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.

Romantic:

If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.

You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.

Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.

Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.

He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).

if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.

Shamura

General:

Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.

Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.

Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.

Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.

Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders

Romantic:

Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.

If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.

If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.

They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.

The Lamb / Lambert

General:

The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.

Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.

You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.

Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well

They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.

Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.

Romantic:

The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.

Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).

Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.

They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.

I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.

Requests are open by the way

[zombbean]

Bishops lost in their past (x reader)

(Non Gender specific; based on the hc that creatures in the universe are hermaphroditic. Some angst about their past alongside the sexual tension.)

Nsfw below cut:

Leshy

The bush worm pawed at you, a low growl leaving his throat as he patiently waited for you to finish what you were doing. Or rather, the Leshy version of patience. He’d wanted your attention for the better part of an hour, and by the god he was going to get it at some point soon!

He was bored. Tired of waiting. If he were to have his vision he would distract himself with the colors and sights of his environment, but he could not. There was not even a peaceful melody playing nearby, or the sound of others talking to keep his attention.

He was so bored. Also, he was horny. The smell of you was intoxicating, and he was unsure if it was because you changed something in your care routine, or if his own breeding season was coming into fruition.

Hell, it could just be the worm was just sexually frustrated. He just knew he needed it.

When he was a burrower he knew his life was going to be short lived- or rather he thought it would be. Back then he was the prey animal. Back then he was the food to be caught and devoured by the creatures around him, so much stronger than himself. He was to be the sacrifice to gods even older than Shamura at the time.

He was so small then. So scared, and tucked away.

So lonely. He had no one.

But these were thoughts he didn't wish to think of at the moment. What he did want to think about was plunging deep inside you and making you cock stupid. To breed you and fill you with his eggs and hatch a future generation of gods. Burrowers that he could care for unlike his own predecessors.

Fuck the idea of you being swollen with his brood made him even hornier... Fuck.

Coming up behind you, he wrapped a large hand around your waist, sliding it to your hips and letting them rest on the curve that fit so perfectly beneath his hand. He let out an impatient sigh as he leaned in beside your head and moaned, “Rosebud~” an affectionate name he’d come to call you, "I need you… I crave you!”

You grinned, suppressing a chuckle. It was fun to play this game and test his patience, as little as he had. The crinkle of the leaves on his head that almost seemed to mimic an eyebrow furrowed, showing his disdain. Even if the emotion of his eyes were hidden behind ichor-soaked cloth, he couldn't hide his feelings. But that's what you love about him. He was open with you, never lied even if it hurt. But that just meant you could trust him, and he expected the same honesty from you. A god had no use for a liar, and a liar you were not.

You questioned him about why he needed your attention so eagerly, so soon, so desperately, even though you already knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it, because perhaps this time you would earn a beg or a plea from the youngest of the bishops. Perhaps, you could get this feral man to beg you for a crumb of your body.

Hah. As if.

"Rose bud... you know why. I want to lay you by my temple and ravish you! To have you beneath me as I eat you alive~"

If Leshy were to say that to any other living creature it would be a death sentence, a symbol that you were his next meal. A mere sacrifice of flesh to feed his ever-unsatiable hunger.

But it was you he was talking about. You filled a whole different hunger within the chaotic god. One that only you could fill in him, and by the gods was he starving for that meal right now.

As he growled your name, he opened his mouth, tongue sliding out as he lifted your shirt with a clawed hand to run it along your bare skin. He left a floral smelling saliva behind as he tasted you, tugging your pants down slightly and dipping the tip of his tongue down the hem.

You felt that burn in your cheeks, not only from Leshy's seductive motions but from the buzzing feeling of the aphrodisiacs that subconsciously formed from the wetness of his mouth. He knew how to rile you, but you were unsure if he realized it was his saliva that brought you there.

"Mine~" he chuckled before slipping off your bottoms, using his tongue to taste between your legs, enjoying your arousal completely. As his tongue slithered back into his toothy void of a mouth, he pressed you against the table you had been working on and perched himself over you.

You could feel his cock thick and wet against your inner thigh, the honey fluid leaking from the petal like tip, a mixture of seminal fluid and gushing egg canal arousal mixing into a mess on you.

"My rose bud... let me put you in full bloom~!" He let out a dark chuckle as he leaned down and gently nipped at your shoulder, running his tongue over fresh blood.

"Mine..."

Heket

The woman settled behind you, running a hand over your shoulder, the large palm feeling lightly chilly against your skin. She smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek before walking alongside you to gather supplies.

She wasn't often close to others romantically. But for you, she made an exception. You were the one person she opened herself up to in such a vulnerable way that no other was allowed to experience. She was the only one who she'd ever let pleasure her through egg canal whether it was with you or toys inside her.

An embarrassing topic for her really.

She couldn't really remember what her life was like before the hardened life she'd made for herself along her siblings had begun. Unlike the world her human lover had told her about, her position as a woman did not affect the opinions amongst her followers, no did one assume she was any less strong.

The idea of entering the humans world and decimating the humans that thought in such ways was a curious thought. One that she often mused at the thought of. Show that world the power of a eldritch god of famine. Make them suffer for their ignorance.

But... then she thought of you. Her small human that barely came up to her shoulder in size. How there were many creatures like you that would welcome her with open arms and love her. How there were many that didn't deserve the horrible treatment they received. Your people were cruel, that she wouldn't deny, but they were intelligent in their own right.

She would never let you suffer. Not if she could help it.

Pausing, she felt that warmth in her belly. The sight of you on your back as she took you. The look on your face as you pleasured her in return. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt the all too familiar pulse of need between her thighs.

She was giving you that look as she peered over her shoulder. The look that lets you know she needed you. She'd been patiently waiting for you to finish your work, as you had been helping her with gathering mushrooms and roots for a special tonic.

Perhaps it was the way your body swiveled when you turned from plant to plant or how your rear plumped up when you bent over the large fallen logs to grasp more herbs and mushrooms, but whatever it was it drew the frog in, making her bite her bottom lip as she recalled the image in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat- or perhaps it was just the wound that so rudely kept down the sounds she wished to make for you. Sounds she wished for you to hear as she spoke your name in the heat of passion or called out to you as she sung praises of your body and soul.

You could tell she was lost and thought and smiled at her before you asked what she needed. You let her know it was fine to just show you, so she didn't have to speak and harm her throat. After all you loved and cared for Heket, and the last thing you ever wished was for her to live through the pain in her voice.

Heket weighed her options a moment before she crossed the barrier between the two of you, and blocked you against the bark of a tree, one hand over your head as she leaned forwards to look at you. The frog gave a small smile that slowly spread to a larger one, and a devilish grin laced her lips. She took two large digits of her hand and slid them gently down the front of your pants and tugged on them, implying she wanted them off.

You felt your cheeks flush at what she wanted. What she needed and nodded a silent confirmation.

Heket lay you in the grass and dirt of the forest, some autumn flowers in bloom beside you as she ran her fingers up your shirt to lift the fabric and run her tongue over your stomach. She looked down as she did so curiously, going lower before her head dipped between your thighs and used her tongue to caress your most intimate of places. She’d always loved your taste, that odd salty taste mixed with something so human. Something no one of her own kind could reproduce that made you so deliciously irresistible.

She couldn't talk, but she could croak out a chuckle as she watched you squirm at her touch. This only resulted in her nesting her face closer and devouring you.

As she sat up on her hind legs, you could see the spot between her legs glistening with her egg canal's arousal as her cloaca dared to let her cock bounce lightly from its hold, the precum dripping from the feathered tip that slowly ribbed downwards.

As she presented her cock and her hole, she tilted her head as to offer whichever you wanted. There was a burning need, a pleading look in her eyes as she dipped her fingers into the fluid and placed them against your lips to taste as she had you.

With a heated breath, she took in air, bracing herself for pain as she spoke, "Ple...ase......... b…..br….eed …… m…….e….?"

Kallamar

The man was anything but patient, but he could be when he was the one causing the delay. Dressing you in fine silks and jewels, having you show them off as you titled, bracelets and necklaces jingling as a result… He absolutely adored adoring you with such expensive and grandeur treasures he'd gathered either by offering from his followers or collected as spoils of war when he'd fought alongside Shamura millennia ago.

Now, he had little use to wear them himself, little use showing off his spoils now that war had settled and there was nowhere near a constant happening. No need to show off his grand wealth and how, even when hindered with gems and jewels, complicated silks and clothing he could still beat his enemies into submission with skills one could only envy in his precise use of weaponry.  

Instead, he opted to have his delicate human lover dress themselves in his spoils, and oh how it aroused him to no end. A low growl left his throat as he spun his finger in a circle, commanding you to twirl for the umpteenth time, having you do so whenever he changed jewelry or slipped you into a new outfit. There were times when he would strip you of clothing completely and see your naked glimmering glory shimmering with his wealth. A mixture of a power trip and sexual pleasure at providing he supposed.

"Beautiful... simply astonishing," he spoke more to himself than to you. But they were still compliments nonetheless, "Come to me my little pearl,"

He beckoned you with a nickname, motioning with a finger to come closer. His hearing was greatly muffled, but he could still hear you as you chuckled, distant and far.

He furrowed his brow. He was auditorial, more so than visual, and it pissed him off to not be able to hear your voice clearly. He was told his hearing was similar to being underwater, but he begged to differ as being underwater never sounded like this. Underwater was fluid and clear to him. Even now, as he settled underwater, keeping his blessing upon you to breath the same aquatic atmosphere, he could make out just barely the familiar call of the ocean in his ears. Begging him to listen and hear the ocean sing once more.

Though she called out to him, Kallamar knew he would never hear the ocean speak to him as she did so long ago. Long enough he feared he would forget her call. His heart ached to hear the ocean sing.

The muffling reverberation of your voice brought him back to his reality. His eyes trailed to your lips so as to take in what you said. He knew that you were not savvy to sign language, and so long as you spoke clearly to allow him to lip read he cared not. He would rather stare at your face and mouth over your hands as your face was mesmerizing.

Patting his lap, you could see that he'd obviously been enjoying the show of decorating you in jewels and gems, since his dual cocks stood at full attention, the thick tapered tips-tinged pink with a light blue decorating the entire shafts, a red pattern underneath with dark teal spots atop them. He gathered some of the slick fluids from his egg canal and smeared it over both, a deliciously seductive grin lacing his features as he picked you up and nestled you between the both of them, contemplating how deep they could sink into you.

"I bet I could make you bulge with my cocks... imagine how much I could fill you with my seed... hmm... let's see you house a gods brood shall we? I'm sure you could take both after all~"

Shamura

(Shamura’s goes more into sex than the others, but it’s not detailed in order to be fair. I just needed it to happen for story reasons. Also the reason it's so long is because it devels into Shamura's thought process, and this spider is VERY detail oriented and we all know this.)

"And you are absolutely sure?" Shamura reiterated as they ran a hand down your front and settled it on your stomach.

You nodded in agreement. Shamura had asked if you would be willing to carry their brood to term, which entailed them filling you with eggs and fluid to nourish them. Of course you were willing, as there was no one you trusted more than Shamura.

They were, however, a very large spider, and thus, breeding would be very difficult. So, the spider had offered an alternative to the act.

Settling back to relax, they patted their fluffy chest, beckoning you to lay against them. This was no spur of the moment situation. They had asked you before they asked anyone else, as you were a very dear person to them. You often wondered how special you were, and if you were anywhere near how much the other had felt towards Narinder.

Granted that had been a familial love, but a deep love all the same. Perhaps no one would ever be as special. While that fact on its own was painful, the fact they care at all was a special feeling.

As you leaned with your back into the god of war, they placed their hands on either shoulder, gently massaging you in small circles. This was to be an intimate moment, not simply a business transaction built under the guise of protection from others.

They pondered as they rubbed your shoulders… how long had it been since they had touched another intimately as a lover does? How long had it been since they’d felt the warmth of a lover’s breath on their flesh?

How long had it been since the last time they had bred with another?

It would be foolish to believe that a god of their age to not have sired children in the past. They had all long since passed however, which while painful to experience, was a natural part of life. Living creatures were meant to pass, meant to die, meant to leave this plane on a journey to another.

This was something that Narinder had not understood, and while they were on better terms now, was something of a sore subject to this day. Luckily, Shamura had never told the others of their past children, as those children had passed long before even Kallamar had hatched.

But now of course they would all expect a new brood of children, as he had told them all of their plans to produce offspring. Surprisingly, they were all excited to be an aunt and uncles. They pondered how their brood would fair being raised by so many different varieties of personalities- but they suspected they would do just fine.

Shamura had moved their hand slowly down their chest, and between your legs as they’d been lost in their thoughts, noticing the hitch of your breath and how desperately you clung to them as they had begun to stretch you one finger at a time to accommodate for more fingers later. After all, they would have to place their seed inside you, and to make sure it stuck well inside your opening, there needed to be a way to cake your insides without the risk of it sliding out from shallow penetration.

“Good…. Very good my dear,” they hummed, that airy breath in your ear.

You felt a slightly furry arm brush against your back as it moved between the others legs to slide between their own folds which held their ovipositor. A small inhale from them followed by the hum of a groan as one of their spindly legs pressed you closer into them.

They took a deep breath from you near your shoulder, lightly licking from shoulder to neck and nibbling flesh lightly. It was enough to make you shiver, but not enough to draw blood.

A few dips of their fingers inside their egg canal coaxed their cock from its sheath, lightly twitching and eager to be of use. Shamura themselves, however, was the most patient being in this plane of existence, and thus remained calm as they continued to massage between your legs to induce an orgasm.

The god of war themselves became lost in memories again. An unfortunate response to their skull injury. While it was not as bad as it once had been, it still stung and drew them into the realms of the past.

They released the fluid into their palm and slowly began to stuff your hole with their egg canal fluids, important fluids that would nurture and feed the eggs, as you could not produce such fluids yourself. Humans were not capable.

At some point you changed your mind and decided to become more intimate, letting them have you in a way couples often do letting them place themselves within you instead.

The memories came back to their days before a war god without family. Without lovers. Without siblings. They were nothing more than an angry monster. One that had been tired of the world crashing around them and trying to desperately kill them for merely existing. Being called a ‘disgusting creature’ as spiders often were. The crown had found them as they were spinning their web, fixing the damage that had been wrought in their home in silk cradle, a war zone that threatened to erase every member of their kind.

The irony.

Once they had adorned the crown they had changed. They had become angry. Vengeful. The beginning of another’s end. As war raged on, there were lovers. There were those that placed themselves before the other merely for reproductive purposes. After all their kind had dwindled quite a bit in the extermination, and producing offspring was of the utmost importance.

But none had loved them. None had embraced them with the love of a partner, lover, friend or even anything remotely familial. They had many partners within their lifetime.

A kiss.

Shamura’s mind fell back to the act at hand as you placed kisses over their lipless mouth, their chelicerae. Shamura tried not to show their surprise, as sex had never involved such intimacy with them. The way you caressed their face, kissed them, gently slid down to bury your face in the others chest gripping the fluff and riding them into the edge of ecstasy.

Even Shamura couldn’t help the sounds that escaped their throat as it all occurred. Hands briefly hesitating before grasping your hips to continue the act.

Warmth. A deep warmth. It was not familiar as it was the first time they had found their sibling Kallamar, a small squid who had recently found his crown, sobbing over the loss of their entire family and terrified. Someone whom they taught to fight so as not to be so scared of a war-torn world. A world… that they had created.

Death was born from the war the god continued to wrought, and as this small kitten played his role as a god of death. No remorse on his face as he slaughtered dozens, hundreds, it left the spider with a pain in their gut. Perhaps the reason that Shamura loved Narinder more than any of the other siblings… was because it became blaringly clear that there were things that children should not bare. Death was something that this child should not have to handle, something that was so terrible that they themselves wished they could take over from the child- but alas the crown was a fickle thing, and wouldn’t swap it’s owner unless it desired so- even if a god that was gifted it freely chose to relinquish it, should the crown not agree, it would simply not accept it’s new owner without reason.

So, Narinder’s job was born of suffering. Shamura would keep him safe. Make sure that his life was not more suffering than it already was cursed to be.

The next time that Shamura had felt warmth was the discovery of a tadpole who had only just begun to sprout her legs. A crown had chosen this aggressive frog offspring, and as she hissed and chomped at them Shamura could only let out the deepest belly laugh that surprised both Narinder and Kallamar. Such a small creature was able to be so vicious, a perfect addition to the growing family.

The final time that Shamura had felt this warmth was the discovery of a loud, crying burrower. He was hungry and had gotten stuck in a log, viciously flailing and growling, chomping at the log, and trying to make his arms work, as they were new. There had never been a creature quite like him in the forest before. Despite the bites and the scratches, Shamura did not flinch as they dislodged the infant god, and named him. The only one of their siblings they had given a name- Leshy, after the forest of gods older than even Shamura themselves.

Hearing you call their name brought Shamura back to the events that were playing out. How they wished their mind could stay in one place!!! How they wished he could focus on the deed they had arranged to be done.

They swore they heard you whisper soft words of romantism. They swore they heard you speak clearly the words of love and adoration a lover would.

They swore they heard you say that you loved them.

Those last words made their heart ache. Feel sore. Caused them to grip you tighter, closer, return kisses. Not want to let go even as they released and pumped their fluids and eggs inside you. Not even as they rode out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

This warmth was different from the warmth they’d felt in their previous years of life. It was hot, like a burning. Like they were on fire. Not any more important than the other flashes of heat that had marked important moments in their life, or the bonds that had formed from those seeds of warmth and love. But a different kind of… love.

They did not love you any more than their family. But you were the only one they loved in such a way. It was a unique kind of love.

As they let both yours and their own breathing steady, they pressed their chelicerae to your forehead, unable to give kisses as you would, but still giving the motion in an attempt to recreate the sentiment. 

They felt you doze off. Not that they could blame you. The event had taken nearly four hours to complete thanks to their unwavering stamina.

Petting the top of your head, they became lost in thought. A low humming tune escaping their throat.

“Even a god of war deserves love I suppose,”

[g0dwat3rwritings]

The Gods (all bishop, Narinder, and Haro) reactions to you wanting to pet them headcannons.

(You can decide the relationship vibes)

𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥), 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬,

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲

He... didn't expect that.

Just a little weirded out.

How could you possibly pet him?

Intrigued on how you would do it, he let you.

He almost immediately melted into your touch, and you could see his branches start to wiggle a bit.

Petting him on the top of his head, the 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 could noticably start to blink more.

The 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 also started to have a slight hint of red tinting the sides, almost as if it were blushing.

Petting him under his "chin", would cause him to completely melt in your hands.

Keep that in mind.

If he ever gets angry, well, too angry, just give him scritches and he's putty.

𝐇𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐭

Oddly, it flusters her the moment you bring it up.

She's hesitant, and her blush never leaves, but she allows you.

The 𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣'𝙨 eye seems to widen, and seems to stop blinking.

It also seems to get slightly redder at the sides.

Either way you pet her, whether on her head, or under her chin;

Heket seems to get extremely flustered, and her eyes seem to look anywhere but you.

Although, to you, it's obvious she loves it.

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫

Kallamar immediately lets you.

As consistently anxious as he is, he trusts you.

Completely.

When you pet his head, the 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣'𝙨 eye softens, and it has a slight aura.

The aura seems as though it's smiling.

Kallamar loves it, he nestles into your touch, and peppers soft kisses to the inside of your forearm.

Well, if you're alone.

He has a facade to maintain, y'know?

If it's under the chin, he seems to act as Leshy does, melting into your touch and is basically putty.

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

You ask them while they're reading in their study.

Shamura cocks their head, but ultimately lets you.

"𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭?" They'll question, letting out a small chuckle.

Afterward, you pet them

And immediately, they're putty.

They actually fall over.

like onto the floor.

You both laugh about it, but you pet them again, and they just melt into the floor.

Needless to say, it's their weakness

(is it obvious that they're my favorite and the absolute love of my life)

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

He would immediately say no

A small hiss erupted from his throat as he said so.

After consistent and constant begging, be finally let you.

He purred, immediately.

His eyes became half-lidded as he nuzzled into your touch and nibbled at your hand lightly.

He'd lose his footing a few times, but unlike Shamura, he wouldn't fall onto the floor.

He would blink kind of like a frog, despite his half-lidded eyes.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐨

A gentle smile would appear across Haro's beak.

They would kneel down slightly, letting you pet them.

No matter which way you pet them:

Their feathers would fluff out.

And underneath their cloak, you could notice their wings start to flap slightly

Not enough to fly, let alone hover, but just flapping slightly.

"𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐡? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐟'𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬." (Is this alright, love? I thank you for the affections.)

They would hum, gentle and spaced purrs erupting from them.

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

It would huff, shaking it's head.

Both in disappointment and flusteredness.

It would mostly be flustered by the fact that it... didn't have any clue what you were asking.

But inevitably, it would let you.

It would shift one of it's eyes into lips and softly peck your brow.

The petting wouldn't really affect them, but they did like it.

Considering that it was a form of affection, it obviously liked it.

Well, it only liked affection from you, which is a plus, i guess.

[the-fr34k-enclosure]

D N X R w/ Shamura

Gang I prommy I remember this blog (lying)

But I've got news!! I plan on doing freaktober this year!! At least with my own prompts so woo! I'm still building a list of prompts so if you guys have ideas feel free to send them in :3!! No characters are set in stone yet though

Prompts: dirty, noises, xray, risk

Notes: reader is gn but no specificed AGAB, shamura has an ovipositor, short post, can be seen as bishop or follower, written on mobile

CWs outside of basic sexual themes: inappropriate use of venom/hj, size difference

DIRTY

Dirty but in an odd way. A less obvious way.. sure someone can be upfront with it but they tend to focus on smaller details that someone would overlook

THATS what gets them going. Those tiny little things. The way your scent just slightly shifts the second you get going. Each twitch of your muscles under your skin...

Its things like this they talk about with you- and they're blunt about it. They do not know shame. There is nothing for them to be ashamed of

NOISE

They don't make much noise during it. They grunt and gasp, mostly focused around the end

Though I can 100% see them able to keep up a conversation during intimacy as if they're not railing you/being railed... it's both a little unnerving but... also kind of hot that they can hold up enough like that

XRAY

They have both if you're brave enough/hj

They can unsheathe it, there's a slit + hole tucked under the base. The entire thing is a dark purple. Almost black

Ridged, small spines running along the sides.. tapers off at the tip.. the fur is a little fluffier down there.. long but thin

RISK

Moderately risky. They enjoy their privacy with you, so doing it when there's a chance of being caught is a no

They do like experimenting though- open minded to whatever you want to try in bed..

Though there's always a level of care with you. Regardless of if they're a bishop or not they are hyper aware of the size and strength difference between you two

Their venom numbs and paralyzes, they definitely use it after getting the greenlight from you

[deqdlyowl]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62108497

Sooo, I finished the one shot...

Tears of Helplessness

Shamura x gn!reader

Tags:

Self-Doubt, Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Self-soothing Fic, Reader Is An Owl But Can Be Read As Any Bird Of Prey, Suffering, One Shot, Silent Confession, Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 2,155

https://archiveofourown.gay/works/62108497

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Alt link:

[randomanimaticse]

Cult of the lamb Masterlist

The Lamb

None at the moment.. try asking!

The One Who Waits/Narinder

None at the moment.. try asking!

Leshy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Heket

None at the moment.. try asking!

Kallamar

None at the moment.. try asking!

Shamura

None at the moment.. try asking!

Aym

None at the moment.. try asking!

Baal

None at the moment.. try asking!

Clauneck

None at the moment.. try asking!

Helop

None at the moment.. try asking!

Kudaai

None at the moment.. try asking!

Ratau

None at the moment.. try asking!

Sozo

None at the moment.. try asking!

[missing-n-human]

Hello again! It's been a while hasn't it? I was thinking about a young, pre crown, pre injury Shamura x Male reader that becomes best friends with them. How they grow up together as friends (maybe more) into Bishophood.

[I also hc Shamura as afab nb as well if that matters. Pretty sure it doesn't lmao.]

Childhood Dreamers| Shamura Headcanons w/ Male Reader P1

⟡↺ It has been very long! Happy to hear from you again :D (I totally didn’t start writing this instead of starting to get ready for bed) I am going off pure headcanon stuff since I don’t feel like looking if there’s any lore for precrown Shamura- ⟡↺ Seeing this request cured my depression /j

⋆𖦹 Featuring:

Shamure/Reader, Romance?, pre-game, Reader being called MC

➤ Splitting this into parts because I want to a oneshot for it but it’s like 11 and I got schooling to deal with in the morning so sorry if it’s pretty short (wanted to get something done quickly but I’m like mentally out of it) will put part two here when done with it

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

⋆.˚ Childhood Dreamers Headcanons ♡

Childhood Years!

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura steals MC’s clothes, no question about it. It doesn’t matter if MC is half their size, clothes will be stolen

๋࣭⭑⚝ They are pretty affectionate, liking headbumps and hugs

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura and MC have matching “web crowns” most of the time aka the closest you get to flower crowns most of the time.

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura goes to MC for comfort and reaffirmation about their feelings, with MC being the first person they told about being uncomfortable with being a girl.

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura tries their best to remember everything about MC since it makes them feel like a good friend.

๋࣭⭑⚝ MC was Shamura’s first and only friend for most of their childhood.

Early “Bishop” Years!

๋࣭⭑⚝ Pushes MC away at first in worry of harming them

๋࣭⭑⚝ Trusts MC like a lifeline, asking them for guidance constantly

๋࣭⭑⚝ Sometimes will spend whole days clinging to MC when their new followers get to much for them

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura has at least twice fallen asleep on MC while venting about how stressed they are with so many people caring about their option out of nowhere

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura’s crown likes to sit on MC’s shoulder and often fetches MC if Shamura gets overwhelmed (aka annoys MC until they follow it)

๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura likely started to form feelings for MC a bit into these years

[lurrywrites]

Oh wow, I'm coming back after one- wait, two years. Niiceeeeee.

Well.. the old masterpost is still relevant.

You may still call me Lurry, at least for now. I use they/them mostly but if the situation is comical I welcome being gendered otherwise.

English is not my first language, and am learning it. Criticism and corrections are allowed in polite form.

This blog will still be focused on x reader content but I may write character x character. Also, there may be some oc inclucion.

May write for:

Thrash Of The Counts Family - ongoing!

Cookie Run - ongoing?

Undertale(including aus) - ongoing

Cult Of The Lamb - Encouraged!!

Omniscent Reader - ongoing

Fran Bow(I have been infected with loving itward) - Ongoing!

The Amazing Digital Circus - Ongoing!!

Rules:

● Please request through asks!

● If I didn't answer your ask, that means I either haven't recieved it, writing it right now, feeling too burnt out, uncomfortable with it or am busy; consider that I am too, a living being.

● Please do not send anything truly nsfw, slightly suggestive things and jokes are okay through!

● I'm not obliguied to answer your ask for various reasons; and I get to them when I get to them, of course.

• If my work did not turn out how you wanted or if I got something wrong, please be pollte about it.

● I will not write yandere fics for totcf as this is one of my very few comfort fandoms that was never associated with such themes in my eyes and I would like for it to stay that way for as long as possible.

● Other fandoms are okay, but heavy yandere stuff still will be unlikely to appear.

[crowntism]

Dates with the bishops

I made this blog just so I could be gay in public lets GOOOO

Includes: Leshy, Heket, Kallamar, Shamura, and Narinder.

Leshy

Bishop form:

Dates with Bishop Leshy come in two flavors. Bad day dates and Good day dates.

Bad day dates often include terrorizing and causing absolute havoc across his domain, as there are two things that can make any day better for him. Spending time with you and terrorizing the people who live in Darkwood.

Sometimes he'll ask you how you want a village terrorized or how you'd like a certain follower killed. He understands if its not really your thing, but thought he'd ask anyways.

By the end of a bad day date he's exhausted and ready to curl up with you and "sleep". Bishops, being gods, don't need to sleep but regardless he loves curling up in a nest of moss and leaves and gently petting your head while you sleep. It rejuvenates him in a way nothing else can.

Good day dates on the other hand are much more chill. He takes you around Darkwood to see the beauty of the forest. He shows you every hidden nook and cranny of his territory and even shows you the hidden garden he has.

Its deep within the heart of the woods, so none ever tread in there, not even his own siblings. Its truly his home away from home. Its a field covered in a variety of flowers, some not even found normally in Darkwood, and its one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen.

Most of your time spent there is Leshy curled around you while you try to weave a flower crown big enough for him. You can never get it long enough but its the thought that counts.

Follower form:

Dates are far less chaotic now, as he's fully lost his ability to see and it scares him a little. Most dates are led by you now as a result.

He still loves causing chaos, so some dates are spent pranking others until you (or the Lamb) put a stop to it.

Other dates are spent with you taking him slightly further from camp to go look for interesting rocks. While Leshy can't see the rocks, the texture and shapes are still appealing. You also try to find interesting flowers that smell nice.

Leshy often keeps the interesting things you find in his shelter, hoarding them for when he has his off days.

Speaking of off days, dates on those days consist entirely of staying in. Huddling up in his shelter so he can run his hands across you, mapping out your face and body shape in his mind so he never forgets you. If you were already dating while he was a bishop, he knows what you look like through the crowns eye, and his biggest fear is forgetting that knowledge. So it never hurts to remind himself.

Heket

Bishop form:

Dates with Heket often involve food. One of her favorites is to go to every village in her domain and demand they feed the two of you. If they refuse to feed you, she'll cast the worst famine they've seen before leaving them to slowly starve to death. If they feed you and you don't like the food, she'll slaughter the main cook. However, if they make a food you genuinely enjoy, their crops will be blessed. Villages that are closer together often collaborate to try and make the best dishes possible to ensure not only survival, but her blessings as well.

Dates that don't involve food are rarer but consist of her taking you out to safely see Anura's beauty. All bishops are proud of their domains, and her pride is the bountiful crops. Although Anura is known for its pumpkins, it also has an abundance of apples. Orchards are everywhere and she loves taking you to her favorites to show them off.

Apple picking dates are her way of getting you out of her temple and doing... something. She is very protective of you and doesn't let you out of her sight regardless, but at least now you don't have several cult members and servants doing literally everything for you! She also adores picking you up and holding you so you can reach apples higher up on the tree.

Follower form:

Dates with food are now rarer, as she doesn't have the abilities of the crown to dull the pain her throat is in. Most dates are spent on the outskirts of the camp just basking in silence.

When a date does involve food, it mainly involves the preparation. Harvesting, gathering, hunting, even just cooking the food. Her relationship with food is odd now, as with the yellow crown she was in a constant state of hunger and being uncomfortably full is an awful feeling, so she doesn't typically eat with you. She loves watching you eat what she makes though and loves knowing that even though she had caused famines in the past you'd never go hungry with her.

On her off days she doesn't even want to be around food, and with the cooks almost always working to feed the many mouths of the cult its best to take her further away. You take her back out to Anura, sticking close to trails already traveled, just to get her away and relaxed.

Kallamar

Bishop form:

Bishop Kallamar has many partners, so dates are actually very sparse. He wants all of his consorts to feel loved and cherished so he has a very strict schedule.

He often changes up dates depending on if he believes one of his consorts has been neglected. If he feels he hasn't been giving you enough attention he takes you around to different storefronts, encouraging you to get whatever you'd like. Sugar daddy behavior in that he'd buy you countless of the most expensive items for whatever hobby you choose. You're a painter? The finest paints and the best canvas for you. Seamstress? Only the richest and most vibrant of fabrics for you.

On normal dates he'd take you to a theater. He's big on theater and had quite a few built in his domain. Most of the plays are about him and his accomplishments but he does allow a few others. Most of them are sappy love stories as the guy is a bit of a romantic.

Group dates are also a must! Most group dates are held within the temple and involve dinner or his consorts favorite plays. He will literally start kidnapping people if you wish to see a play.

If you desire something lower key than a play that's fine too! Anchordeep is a beautiful place filled with wonder and he'd be more than happy to guide you through his favorite places.

Follower form:

Kallamar is kind of agoraphobic. He's no longer as powerful as he used to be and is actually very susceptible to disease and illness. Most dates you two will have are spent entirely inside.

He no longer has his other consorts (most of them either abandoned him or believed him to be dead) so dates are far more frequent. He genuinely hates being alone, so you pretty much live with him now.

Creative dates are a must have, whether the two of you are drawing or crafting or painting, he likes to keep his hands and tentacles busy with things of beauty.

If you're comfortable with it you often become the model for him. He's so happy when you agree and hes even happier when he manages to capture your beauty.

The walls are filled with images of you two together.

If you manage to get him out of his shelter then one of his favorite things to do is spend time in the river. He misses Anchordeep and the water, so taking him swimming is a must.

On his bad days its best to just spend time in bed. Nothing he creates turns out right and the outside world is terrifying. Just curl up with him and whisper sweet nothings to him, that's all he asks of you.

Shamura

Bishop form:

Shamura is, unfortunately, very forgetful nowadays. It's best to write down when your dates are and put them in noticeable spots for them to see.

Dates with them are often spent in their personal library, the two of you cuddled up in a silk hammock reading quietly. Whenever you request something they send a cultist or a servant to get whatever you wish just so you don't have to leave the comfort.

Other times dates are spent watching fight pits. Shamura allows you to decide if the loser lives or dies. Their fates are entirely within your hands.

Dates around Silk Cradle are rarer for Shamura, as they are forgetful and don't want to accidentally abandon you to the dangers outside. When they do take you out, its often with an accompaniment. Their most trusted followers who, should Shamura have an episode and leave abruptly, can guide you back to the temple safely.

Follower form:

Just like with bishop Shamura, you need to remind them of dates. Unlike with bishop Shamura, however, they don't have as many responsibilities. Meaning that the notes they have to sort through are fewer and they have a better chance at noticing and remembering.

Dates are kept close to the camp, the risk of Shamura having an episode and wandering off are too great, so it's best to stick around a place where they have reminders of their new life. You manage to get a library built in camp for them though, so most dates are spent the same way as with the bishop form.

On bad days, you don't really have dates. Bad days involve massive amounts of panic, they barely remember who you are or where they are, so the day is spent calming them down and going through some exercises to help them.

They always feel immense guilt over these days, so the dates afterwards are spent showering them in affection and attention.

Narinder

(No bishop form because my man was locked away for like. 1000+ years who knows what changed in the world since he was locked away. Instead imagine constantly dying just so the devil can go "heyyyyy lets go on a date in hell" but hell is an empty foggy void and his two kids are staring at you autisticly.)

Follower form:

Dates with Narinder often involve exploring. He was locked away for so long and finally gets a second chance and he's going to take advantage of it.

He refuses to hold your hand until you're further away from people, and then he latches on and refuses to let go. He's already dealt with so much loss in life, he's not willing to lose his partner even if its just a walk through the Lambs territory.

Loves exploring destroyed villages with you, though he denies it as soon as your back is turned he's burying the skeletal remains of villagers to give them a proper farewell from the world. He may not be the god of death any longer, but the will remains.

Pays his respects to every grave he sees, at least until you turn around and look at him and he's suddenly 4 feet from the grave terrorizing a small bug.

He HATES pda, but alone in the woods with you he'll start to get affectionate. Secretly loves holding your hand and pressing kisses to your face. Nuzzling is a must for this cat as well.

The rare few times you've had a date closer to camp it's spent sun bathing. Just laying on the grass being warmed by the firey star.

The date is over as soon as somebody else notices you two and he's sprinting away.

[the-s1lly-corner]

You can give followers a lamb plush... buht...what if reader... gives the bishops plushies of them.. follower bishops.. please.. looks at you with my soggy eyes

Giving the bishops plushies of themselves

I tried. anew ice cream flavor and UEUEUE it's so yummy I hate being lactose sensitive

Notes: post game follower bishops, reader is GN, written on mobile

CWs: none

LESHY

feels it with his hands to figure out what it is, making sure not to cut the thing with his claws... oh... its him! ... do you take him for a little kid? why give him such a gift-

ignoring the fact that hes going to gnash and bare his teeth at anyone who dare tries to take it away from it or so much as touch the doll without his permission

will shut you down if you offer to take it back... this is his now! no take backs! sometimes carries it around in his room

lets the fact you sat down and made something for him go to his head... ohoho was he on your mind enough that you felt the need to make something in his image?

will not let it go, and will bring it up whenever- sometimes does it to his sibling.. annoying youngest child behavior. "haha look what i have you dont have it eheh loser"

HEKET

dolls arent really her thing nowadays, but she does keep it... like shamura, she shifts it around in her hands as she looks at it. outright asks what you expect her to do with it

keeps it on her bed, but doesnt really cuddle with it... shes not much of a cuddler, in general...

will go on a small rampage if someone were to sneak into her room and steal it away, from nasty things being ripped out of her mouth to throwing anything she can get her hands on until she believes justice has been served and her gift returned

mixed feelings about it... shes so used to getting things from followers when she was a bishop, but it feels... different now

you made this out of love, not out of devotion. it leaves an odd taste in her mouth

KALLAMAR

loves it, and if you made it hes going to show off your work to everyone who will listen... and everyone who wont! he keeps it on his bed!

sometimes snuggles into it as he sleeps and will immediately bolt up to pick it up if it falls off the bed and onto the floor

if the clothes arent attached to the dolls body, expect him to ask you to make some outfits for mini him

genuinely holds the gift close to his heart... things have been so different since hes been made to join the lambs cult, so having someone dedicate so much time and effort into him feels nice and reminiscent of his time as a god

it... may go to his head a little bit... but hes not going to get overly obnoxious about it like some people

SHAMURA

they simply... stare at it for a long moment as they hold it in their hands... you almost begin to think that they dont like it- before they shift it in their arms and thank you

did you make it? because if you did, they must commend you for your work... its well made

they dont snuggle with it in their sleep, but they do keep it in their home set on a shelf or a desk... they tend to look at it a lot, it reminds them of you

takes very good care of it- keeping dust off of it and overall not being rough with it

they may not cuddle it or pour out their feelings for you, but they do truly appreciate the gift

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Headcanons! Cult of the lamb

Leshy, Heket, Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder and The lamb.

General:

(this will be in follower form for the bishops)

Leshy

Dude is definetly not happy upon being indoctrinated into the cult.

Like first he gets killed by the lamb and NOW he has to follow their commands? Yeah to say the least he might be a bit annoyed at first.

When you first introduce yourself, he might be a little skeptical mainly because he was a bishop so what were you gonna do? Make fun of him? Pull a ''prank'' Just because you could?

Surprisingly, no! You were kind, just trying to get to know him better, and trying to get him to know the cult a little better.

He is forever greatful if you help him around the place.

Romantic:

If Leshy smells anything he thinks is something like a flower, then he might try and guide you towards them.

Mainly because it might be difficult picking them, when he cant see where the hell he's going.

9.5 / 10 hugs and you cant convince me otherwise.

He might be a bit moist because of all the stuff growing on him but he definetly smells nice. (or atleast i headcanon it as such).

He can and will be a living scarf if he REALLY craves your attention.

He will just snuggling up to you in the middle of whatever you were doing.

Heket

General:

Heket was not the happiest when she awoke in the lambs cult to say the least.

Allthough she was hungry, (cant blame her tbh).

When you approached her and offered her a couple of berries as a little welcome gift you definetly became one of her favorites.

She probably didn't even want to try and care for someone that isn't her siblings, at this point.

She especially appreceates if you basically speak for her, mainly because you can get to the point (and the words) alot faster then her.

Heket will do absolutely anything to avoid you or anyone else finding out anything that embarrases her that isnt known, like her losing to the lamb.

She enjoys all meals with either you or her siblings.

Romantic:

If you pick her up in front of others for no reason you are getting the frog equivilent of a bitch slap.

She does still have a reputation to uphold to prevent the followers from being too cruel even as a member of the cult.

Okay but seriously, Heket is basically your knight in shining armor.

Someones bothering you? just tell Heket, and she will take care of it.

She loves it when you bring her snakcs while waiting for a meal to be done whenever you cook.

Can and will pass you notes of what she wants you to say to someone, if she's really annoyed bcause of something they did.

Might be dissapointed if you rephrase it, to not be as rude as what she wrote.

Shamura

General:

Them always seeking knowledge was definetly one of the things that allowed you to bond with them quickly.

You telling them about things they might find interesting, and them sharing some of the things they remember.

Shamura likes it when you remind them of small things they might forget.

They also like sharing stories of their past with you, or giving you small gifts.

Not that they cant defend themselves against other cult members who might be looking for payback (they probably can't).

But you talking some sense into the cultists heads definetly does not go unoticed.

Romantic:

Shamura probably does like cuddles, especially when comforting them.

Might forget that you gave them something and try to return it to you.

If you remind them, then well they'll probably feel a bit ashamed that they forgot one of your gifts.

Please comfort Shamura if this happens.

(sorry i couldn't come up with much for them Shamura fans).

Kallamar

General:

Kallamar is a very nervous person so you showing them kindness was definetly unexpected.

you being nice? To him, and this quickly? You must be plotting something, he thought. but when you continuesly kept showing kindness and defended him from any rude cult members, he quickly realized that it wasn't the case.

he likes it alot when you reassure him that everythings gonna be fine. This man isn't much for standing up for himself. So if you do stand up for him, when other cultists come to do whatever they'd wanna do, he'll be very thankful.

If you went through the trouble of learning sign language just to communicate with him easilier his heart basically melts (not literally though).

Romantic:

He loves holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you being around.

expect him to be with you for a majority of the time.

will hug you whenever he feels nervous if he is allowed to (usually he is).

If he's trying to talk to you about something personal he'll usually use sign language with you when alone.

Kallamar spends so much time with you that half of his stuff is probably at your place.

Narinder

General:

He was not letting anyone even try and converse with him, after his indoctrination.

Not like people were gonna try anyway, considering what he tried to do.

But theres always someone different, and that just so happened to be you.

You kept trying to start a conversation, pestering him untill he finally tried to actually speak with you.

He wasn't very happy when he finally did start talking.

Despite that you just kept coming back.

Soon he actually started trying to engage the conversations, not really having much else to do.

Small conversation became a small friendship.

Soon Narinder found himself actively trying to spend time with you , and you were more then happy to do so.

Atleast the place wasn't as bad now for Narinder.

Romantic:

This dude is for close to anything but PDA (Public displays of affection).

Will purr if you hug him.

Narinder will never admit it but he's a total cuddle bug when in private.

Will do anything to prevent the lamb from finding out because he already knows he's gonna get teased for eternity the second they find out.

May or may not actively seek you out if he's getting really needy for some cuddles.

Will have orange cat level stupid behavior if he somehow gets his hands on catnip.

The lamb / Lambert.

General:

upon first meeting you, for whatever reason you were wandering around the lands of the old faith, they immidietly asked if you wanted to become part of their cult.

Likes your dedication to the crown and the cult

If you're especially dedicated to the cult then they might read your mind (and might find out you're in love but who knows).

Definetly tries to become closer with you.

They might ask if you wanna go on walks to take a break from all the work.

If you have any problems then the lamb will be willing to do just about anything to help (not everything though).

Romantic:

The lamb definetly makes the first move.

They shower you in gifts, kisses and cuddles whenever they're not busy.

Will do a marriage ritiual as soon as you feel comfortable with it.

Will spend lots of time with you in their free time.

You're probably being put in charge of taking care of things whenever they go on crusades, mainly because they trust you the most.

Doesn't have alot of time when they're not working but they spend almost every second that they're not busy beside you

Expect surprise hugs.

Lots and lots of surprise hugs.

Alot of people are probably both jealous and happy for you because of you being with the lamb.

The lamb does not care because they got the most wonderful person in the world as their partner aka you <3.

(Hope you enjoyed my first ever headcannons)

[sunnida-y]

Goat canon in witch au? (Maybe) Realer then you think

[g0dwat3rwritings]

I saw that requests are open, so I found a quote list and had an idea!!

“I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.” With Shamura? We know Shamura is something of a prophet, so they likely have dreams of the sort. What if they dreamt of their s/o dying(something brutal and painful of course lmao), and sought them out to make sure that it was only a dream? Jsut some nice hurt/comfort, if you will!

Thank you so much, and have a great day/night! :)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲(?), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 "𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭" 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

The bishops eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The book they read slowly slipped from their slim phalanges and onto their lap. Their head rested back against their seat, comfortably laying against the soft velvet material of the cushion. The warm comfort of their library slowly faded from their mind, an image of you replacing it.

They smiled, a slightly toothy one at that. They happily walked toward you, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist and pulling you close. Soft kisses were peppered atop your head as they held you tight. Their grip was suddenly loosened, and they looked up in response.

Upon looking up, they saw their brother, standing directly above your gruesomely-torn-apart body. Your own blood spilled from your lips, the only remaining life you had left draining from your eyes. Narinder's chains caused slight bruising, his claws caused bloody scars. Your skin was tattered and torn (if you know that reference, I love you), ripped apart and shredded.

Shamura's eyes flooded with tears, their throat ached with screams that were never released. They breathed heavily, trying to run toward you, but their body wouldn't move. They screamed and yelled your name, but nothing was heard.

Their eyes soon fluttered open, their breaths heavy as they moved their head from side to side to assess where they were. They grabbed their book, closed it and set it on their desk. With a gentle sigh, they stood and head straight to your shared room.

Upon reaching the door, they hesitated. What if that wasn't a dream, and you really were dead? They shook their head, attempting to remove those thoughts from their mind as they opened the door, noticing your sleeping body.

A soft smile approached their lips as they walked ever closer to your side of the bed. They couldn't deny, they felt a little.. bad that they decided to wake you. But they went with it, gently tapping your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you awoke, your dreary eyes looking up at Shamura and smiling toward them. "You're finally coming to bed..?" A small laugh escaped you as you moved over, opening your arms for them. They nodded softly with a gentle laugh, laying next to you. "I had a nightmare, wanted to assure you were alright," They admitted, before looking down at you, noticing you had fallen back asleep before they could even finish their response.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

follower! bishops with an s/o that was apart of their cult but now runs a tea shop in the lambs cult?

Narinder

"Huh, so this is how my consort wastes the immortal life I've given them...by running a cutesy little tea shop in the cult of my traitorous vessel.."

"Good to see you, darling. Care for some chamomile tea?"

"....yes, I suppose I could indulge in some."

Narinder never thought this is what you've been up to after all this time: sitting in a cozy tent and selling specialty teas to followers who spent their hard-earned coin on refreshing drinks.

He thought you'd use your immortality necklace as a means of travelling the world and spreading his word after he was banished.

But nope. You settled down here with goals to live a comfortable life.

Although you didn't let him forget his cruelty to the other followers and Lamb..

"You wouldn't make me pay, would you?"

"I should charge you double...considering you threatened to kill all of us and Lamb once they've done your bidding." You reminded him, causing him to tense up.

"..I would have spared you-"

"Of course you say that now."

"S/o, please..I'm...."

"You're.....?"

"...I'm sorry." He finally relents.

".....you'll get this one for free, and maybe next time too if you show these followers more kindness." You kiss him on the cheek, passing a cup of tea into his paws.

He acts all huffy about being humbled by you, but from there on he's a little bit nicer to the other followers.

Leshy

You ran a small tea shop back in Darkwood. There was no ingredient that didn't make the perfect tea: peppermint, camelia, citrus..you name it.

After Leshy went blind, he got accustomed to every kind of smell from your shop. So when he stopped by, he always knew what you were brewing and would request some.

Of course, how could you deny him? Your beloved deserved a nice and calming drink in the chaos of his realm.

Unfortunately some of his fanatics obsessed with destruction began trashing your shop while you were out on a supply run.

You tried chasing them away, but got seriously wounded and had to flee for your life. Soon afterwards, Lamb found you and took you to their cult.

Leshy believed you to be dead.

So imagine his shock when he's indoctrinated and smells those familiar teas, immediately rushing to the source and discovering you're here and alive.

"S/o!! Where have you gone?! I thought I had lost you forever!!"

"It's okay, Leshy. I had to run away, but Lamb found me and saved my life. What ever happened to those raiders, by the way?"

"...I had them hung for your murder."

"....oh. Well, they're better off as bird food anyways. Come and sit, dear. I had to start back at square one, but I have every kind of tea flavor you love."

"Yes, of course....it's so good to hear your voice again, s/o."

"Likewise, Lesh."

Heket

Back in Anura, your tea shop helped her keep followers in line..specifically dissenters.

You used to slip mushrooms into teas and offer it as a "gift" to those who opposed her ruling.

And they'd do anything you wanted. Usually you left that to Heket, but as her consort you're allowed some liberties with brainwashed followers.

While she would make them eat dung or fast for the day, you'd tell them to go out into the world and advertise your tea shop to bring more people into the Anurian cult.

Or you'd make them do stupid things just for laughs.

When you were taken to Lamb's cult, Heket fully believed you were "stolen" and demanded your return, lest she starved their entire cult.

Of course, they don't. And she's killed, revived, defeated, and indoctrinated before she finally gets to see you again, promising they won't separate you anymore.

Obviously she's starving, but she beelines for you instead of the kitchen, wanting to see your face and make sure you were alright.

"Oh, my dearest Heket! How are you?"

"....hungry.....come with..."

You pout at her inability to talk for too long, though you join her for dinner, which she has with tea.

While it doesn't soothe any part of her severed vocal cords, it does help her calm down a lot.

Her only disappointment is that Lamb banned you from selling shroom-laced tea to their followers.

They weren't any fun.

Kallamar

Back in Anchordeep, you ran a small tea shop with drinks that could cure minor ailments, such as the common cold.

However, it often felt like Kallamar owned the shop instead.

You were only allowed to use specific ingredients and he told you to refuse any followers cursed with a sickness that he inflicted as punishment (indicated by a glowing green mark on their forehead).

You felt guilty every time you turned one away, but you had to listen to him..lest he shutdown your business.

It was a pain, and you couldn't take it anymore as you were losing more and more coin.

So when Lamb stopped by, you begged them to take you away from here.

Kallamar wasn't happy about that, putting all his focus into hindering Lamb's progress as he thinks they took you away.

Only when he becomes indoctrinated does he realize how wrong he was...

You had some rather venomous words for him. Words that you've been afraid to speak out loud when he was a godlike bishop.

Now you didn't have to hold back.

"I wanted Lamb to take me away, Kall. You were so controlling...trying to run my shop for me and make me refuse followers whose only crime was catching you on a bad day. You preached about how terrifying the Red Crown was, but honestly I was more afraid of you. I should refuse to serve you any of my healing teas so you know exactly how they felt."

He's 0.01 seconds away from having a breakdown, knowing you're absolutely right. You probably didn't love him anymore-

"...but I don't like watching others suffer when I know I can help them, even if they are scum. And part of me..still loves you. So if you wanna start over, we can. But only if you help me run this shop and listen to me."

"O-Of course! I'd love to assist you!" Kallamar managed to hold back the tears on this one, willing make up for how terrible he's been to you.

He lets you run the show, his only suggestion being that you adorned the shop's entrance with crystals to make it prettier (an idea that you accepted right away, showing you forgave him).

Shamura

They (quite literally) drop by your tea shop a lot, often surprising you.

But you enjoyed their company.

While having a drink, they'd chat with you about the latest knowledge they've discovered, some facts about war and ancient methods of combat, and/or how their day with their siblings went.

They could go on for hours, and you loved hearing it all.

They ensured your shop was well-protected, giving you some scorpions who acted like guard dogs.

When their brain got damaged by Narinder, they often forgot about your shop and stopped visiting as much.

You knew it wasn't their fault. But seeing them slowly start to neglect your feelings to yearn for their traitorous brother 24/7 hurt a lot. He's all they ever talked about anymore whenever they did remember to see you.

Eventually you angrily muttered how much you hated him...which was a huge mistake, as Shamura looked at you with the coldest eyes.

And commanded the scorpions to kill you.

You had to run away and were eventually saved by the Lamb.

With nothing but a small satchel of spare ingredients and tea bags with you, you started a new life in their cult, trying to accept that Shamura was too far gone to be helped.

Yet after they were indoctrinated, they immediately asked where you were and cried as you approached the pillory imprisoning them, believing you had been killed.

You realized they finally remembered you, and you wiped away their tears, offering them their favorite tea to jog their memories.

And at last...everything was alright again.

[deqdlyowl]

Follower Shamura x reader for me is the 'caretaker is getting taken care of' trope. End of discussion.