Fellas, is it gay to keep your vessel from giving their heart away for another man to eat because you want their life for yourself? Based on Bamsara's fic
He circled around them like a shark, shaking his head. "I granted you Life twice, Lamb. The first time when you became my Vessel." He stopped and grabbed their jaw, pulling their face up to his. "The second time when you became my Consort." He let go, and continued to pace around them. "Do not delude yourself into believing their gifts shall ever surpass the value of mine."
Send some fucking help I feel like I'm playing Legos with these paragraphs
Soooo I have a few ideas for my next chapter and I honestly cannot settle on which one I prefer best. Sooooo, I'd like some input. Just in a broad sense-
He looks homeless. I wasn't gonna give him a tail but he looks so creature with one lol.
Adopt a stray in your local area...
Story Lore below
My TOWW was beheaded and crucified ( it didn't "kill" him but did give the Bishops enough time to seal his soul and crown away).
In public, his body was displayed as if it weren't one of the gods of the old faith, but a foreign god the bishops had conquered.
But in private the Bishops grieved and buried him in his temple crypt.
Kallamar was the one to strike the "killing" blow. He was the least injured and though he wanted to run, he couldn't let Narinder kill the rest of their siblings. So in a uncharacteristic act of "bravery"( Not really, Narendra was distracted and facing away from him) Kallamar ran Narendra through with his saber and pieced his heart. It would have been a fatal blow it not for Narendra being a death god. But seeing that Narendra was still alive Kallamar panicked and beheaded him for good measure.
It wasn't something Kallamar felt vindicated doing however and the guilt if having killed his brother, even in self defense weighted on him. Because of this, Kallamar didn't attend Narendra's crucifixion or funeral...
His hair could represent Narinders divinity, in a way.
Floating and moving gracefully, with no apparent order or direction. Like sea waves, made of the finest ambrosia that only a god could drink. It was the only thing he liked about being chained for eternity, how much his hair had grown and how much movement it had thanks to his own power.
But when he was defeated and his godhood was ripped away from him, that too disappeared.
It was strange, to feel the actual weight of his hair instead of the chains, falling down his back and touching the ground until it dragged.
It fell over his face the first few days he lived in the cult after leaving the healing bay, and he fiddled with it quite a bit. After locking himself in the shelter the Lamb had given him, he could only contemplate what his hair looked like now that it had lost that divine distinctiveness.
It was sickening.
And today, in "I can't stand Angst, unless I'm the one doing it" I bring you a little drabble from my Narinder along with a drawing that took me longer than I would have liked to finish it. Here is more context on this AU
I write fanfiction, so expect more of this in the future.
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Finally started the Narilamb fanfic I’ve been dying to write 🥰 While I like kind and goofy Lambs, I’ve been hankering for a cruel, ruthless leader Lamb who’s still weak to Nari but is terrible at showing it <3 (with a bonus height difference but Lamb is the taller one bc I love godly Lamb designs 👉👈)
Do note this contains Sins of the Flesh spoilers!
Would have posted this yesterday but I time-traveled on Thursday and lost 13 hours to God knows what 💀