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luis-block · 1 year

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AUGHH I’ve requested like 3 things from you and honestly they NEVER disappoint so HERE I GO AGAIN!!!!!!!

Do you have any headcanons of aftercare routines for the bishops? (Aftercare as in after NSFW)

Thank you for the asks! Its nice to see that you and others are enjoying my content! If you guys want, you can tag yourselves with emojis so I know the difference between Anon's

Warnings: None, but technically NSFW

Aftercare with the bishops 🔞

Shamura

Is going to treat you like royalty tbh. Their love language is service, so it’s not surprising that when it comes to aftercare, they excel at it. Will have a bath made for you both, will have food and beverages handed to you when you wish, you will never lift a finger. But make sure you also give them some aftercare; they will melt like butter.

Kallamar

He tries his best! He will make you as comfortable as possible, but sometimes forgets that most people do want aftercare. Most of the time he remembers, but sometimes needs to be reminded before he falls asleep. He will do whatever you want but doesn’t really need aftercare himself. But he does like when you guys pillow talk, a lot.

Heket

Is well versed in whatever aftercare you need, even if you don’t know what you need or want. She feels like its her job to give you aftercare, as she is the one who is most dominant. She almost has a six sense for it and will be helping you relax and recover from a hard or soft session. Cuddles and a nice pillow talk and some strawberry flavored water is her favorite.

Leshy

You two split the aftercare about 50/50. He loves cuddling with you and getting clean after all is said and done. He also will do whatever you want for your half of the time. Leshy loves to get little platers of finger food so you both can pick at the plate and cuddle some more. He enjoys this just as much as the sex itself.

Bonus Narinder

At first didn’t get why aftercare was a thing, but after you showed him how much better you both felt after doing aftercare, he totally got it. Loves to take long showers with you as you bot clean each other (Sometimes starting another round lol). He then likes to lazily lay with you, making a fort of blankets almost like a nest for you two to sleep in.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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Hello! I love your writing, especially the cult of the lamb stuff lately (I’m absolutely obsessed with the game) and was wondering if you could do something for Lamb with a follower! Reader that’s cynical but devoted to the cult because the lamb saved them, and how their relationship with the reader would evolve into something romantic?

Awh thank you!! This game is still an ever-present obsession ghshghs

.........

"Another gift? What's the meaning of this, Leader? Is there a reason for-?"

"Calm yourself, [y/n]. I only wanted to show my most devoted follower some appreciation."

"........."

"You can open it." Awkwardly shuffling their hooves, Lamb stood there as they watched you slowly unwrap the gift they had given you.

You wouldn't say it was "generous", considering how such an exchange is usually preceded by a favor ranging from assistance with a ritual to being forcibly converted into a demon.

It's not how most of your fellow followers would think, as they'd praise their leader for giving them presents and swear undying loyalty to them.

You're a little bit different.

After seeing that Lamb's gift was a golden plushie made in their likeness, you just frowned slightly. "It's...cute." Then you stuffed it into the pocket of your robe. "But don't think you can just woo me over with trinkets like these. If you're trying to turn me soft like the rest of your-"

"There is no ulterior motive behind my nice gesture, I can assure you. And this cult isn't making anyone "soft"." They scowled back, nearly baring their sharp teeth, but managing to hold back.

"...sure. Now may I be dismissed?"

"Yes. You may go back to whatever you're doing."

Huffing, you left for your sheltered home, leaving Lamb to reflect on why your attitude was so....foul today. But then again, they remembered a very important trait of yours that a few followers shared with you:

Cynicism.

Right from the start, your faith in this cult was low. And your loyalties weren't so easily boosted by gifts, confessions, decorations, and sermons...and yet despite your pessimistic ways of thinking, you've yet to actually dissent.

Dissenters usually began with the most cynical of followers, but you never acted like you hated Lamb themselves nor the way they run things here.

In fact, it's true you're the most devoted. You've gone to every sermon, assisted with rituals when needed, and even guided the young on the ways of this cult and aided the elderly.

You were everything Lamb wanted...

The only issue was your attitude towards their kindness.

But after a little bit of mindreading, they were aware that you've been in a different cult long before this one.

Your former leader had also done nice things for you, providing the basic necessities you've craved....all to make you gullible and willing to follow their every word.

Then they betrayed you to the Bishops of the Old Faith without a warning. You've done no wrong and never spoke out against anything they've done.

You never mattered to them. You were just a means to an end. A tool to help strengthen their cult and appease those "gods".

So even after Lamb saved you from the sacrificial altar, that bitterness and fear lingered. You were hesitant to let your guard down....especially when you became showered in gifts as thanks for your devotion.

In the back of your mind, you anticipated when they'd betray you when you least expected it--or perhaps they'd listen to the ludicrous idea of sacrificing or jailing you as some sick "prank" by another follower just to entertain them.

Surely, you were all just tools and entertainment to this sheep, right?

Yet there was a big part of you that didn't want to believe that..

You wanted to believe they were genuine in their gestures.

..........

"The Lamb has abandoned you all!! They are no hero!! They will fall to Bishop Shamura!!!"

"...really? It's too early for this crap.."

After going to bed feeling somewhat content, you woke up feeling groggy and annoyed as you heard some dissenter shouting nonsense outside. You drew back your shelter's curtain to see Hauras stationing himself near the shrine, holding a megaphone made of twigs.

Normally, the elders would be doing their morning prayers at the center, but with the scorpion being an absolute nuisance and a danger...they had no choice but to pray elsewhere.

It's no surprise that he was gonna be sour over his defeat and subsequent indoctrination for a long time, as he was the last of Shamura's keepers.

Speaking of whom, Lamb was still on their long crusade to finally kill the last standing bishop for good.

Even so, that pest thought demoralizing the cult's faith in them would be effective. But you weren't going to listen to this all damn morning.

And besides, your leader has tasked you with collecting lumbar as some new trees have recently sprouted. You've chopped them all down.....except for the one Hauras was standing right beside.

Lucky you.

Rolling your eyes, you just went ahead to make yourself breakfast, eating as you watched the other followers closely. A few of the overzealous ones shrugged off his words and continued on with their day, although some of the newer members looked confused and even anxious, thinking he was right about Lamb.

At that point, he began drawing a small crowd, but as you finally approached with an axe, they dispersed.

Hauras sneered, eyes literally seething red. "What do you want?"

"I wish you would take your little tirade elsewhere so our elders to pray here. Plus I need to chop down the-."

"You're [y/n], aren't you? The one who always second-guesses Lamb's "kindness"?" He chittered with a small smirk. "I've seen how you've acted around them...you hate them, don't you?"

"I don't hate them." You scowled. "They saved-"

"Sure, they saved you...but only because you're a means to an end." He taunted. "You don't have to lie around me. You think they're selfish..greedy..and no different from the Bishops of the Old Faith. They seek to replace them, but they won't replace Lord Shamura. I may have failed, but I know they-"

Fed up, you swiped the megaphone from his pinchers, throwing it towards a nearby boulder and smashing it to pieces.

He gasped. "How DARE YOU-?!!" After trying to whip his tail at you in retaliation, you dodged and managed to trip him, causing him to hit the ground hard as he laid on his back, groaning.

Then you stomped on his tail, hearing his pained yell that attracted the attention of other nearby followers. You, however, paid no mind to them. "You talk too much."

"R-Release me!!"

"I can....but first tell me one thing, Hauras."

"...what?"

"How badly do you need this stinger?"

His eyes widened with terror as he saw the blade of your axe glistening in the morning sunlight, hovering dangerously close to where his stinger connected to the tip of his tail.

"N-No.." He shuddered. "You wouldn't dare.."

"Then maybe I ought to tell Lamb you're singing praises about Shamura...and we'll see if it's more than just your stinger that you lose." You had a menacing glint in your eyes.

"Please..they would never-!!"

"[Y/n]. Hauras."

You both froze and looked to see Lamb suddenly standing there, their expression full of bewilderment at what was happening before them.

The moment you took your foot off of Hauras' tail, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to them. "Great Leader! They threatened to rip out my stinger!" He kneeled down, feigning tears. "You must punish them! They are-!"

"I've heard everything, Hauras." They cut him off, giving him a stern glare. "You're dissenting again, threatening our elders, and I'm honestly getting quite sick of it. But don't worry about defending Shamura anymore...for I've claimed their heart."

From the pockets of their cloak, they revealed the purplish thorn-wrapped organ, surprising both of you.

The scorpion, however, got up and scurried away to vomit somewhere, utterly repulsed by the sight and smell of blood.

It's clear to say he wasn't going to dissent anymore.

You scoffed. "That was one of Shamura's finest warriors, capable of melting his enemies from the inside out....and he gets disgusted by that?"

"It surprised me, too." Lamb glanced at you, smiling a little as they put the heart away. "I appreciate you defending me in my absence-"

"He was trying to put words in my mouth, and I didn't like that." You quickly spoke, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Like all scorpions, he was being a little pest...and this cult has no time for that."

"...that is true. The One Who Waits wishes to speak with me after I've broken all the chains, but for now..allow me to help you cut down this tree." The Red Crown flew off their head, turning into a gleaming axe in their hands. "It's pretty sturdy-looking. Should give us enough lumbar to improve the shelters."

"....alright. Thanks for the assist, Leader." Was all you said before heading over to the tree, while they hung back for a moment to process what you said to them.

A simple thank you.

That was all they've been wanting to hear from you for a long time, and you said it! To them!

It made their smile grow tenfold, before they quickened their pace in following you, ignoring the calls of their other followers. They could feel their own tail wagging with delight.

Were you finally warming up to them?

............

"Come dance with me, [y/n]!"

"...I don't dance."

"In this cult, we do. Now c'monnn.." Lamb tugged on your hands, pouting much like a needy child as you rolled your eyes.

Who would have thought someone with such a sweet face would change the lands of the Old Faith forever?

At last, they usurped the One Who Wait--or Narinder, as he was called--proving themselves worthy of the crown that many, yourself included, believed they didn't deserve.

Although you were still shaken up after being kidnapped and almost sacrificed to him (alongside the entire cult)...you saw that terrified look upon your leader's face, and realized there's no way they could have known..

Narinder had tricked all of you, and Lamb fought back not just for their own life, but for everyone's as well.

Especially yours.

That's what ultimately restored your faith in them.

Once everything was said and done, a huge celebration commenced--and lasted for three whole days.

Tonight, for the grand finale, Lamb wished to have a dance around the bonfire. You and your followers worked hard to gather as much wood as possible, before they ignited it at sundown.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the red flames flickering and the smoke rising high into the night sky, lighting up the cult grounds and golden decor. And seeing the followers cheer, dance, sing, and play music was a lovely thing to witness.

You, however, felt content with just observing the scene..

Or at least, until a certain sheep approached and offered you a dance.

So maybe they did find a way into your heart after all, but you insisted on entertaining them with only one short dance. Just so they stopped pestering you.

Yet it lasted longer than you thought.

Together you two shuffled, twirled, and swayed..all while some other followers took inspiration and danced with their significant others and crushes.

Yet all you could focus on was Lamb and their surprisingly elegant motions.

Nothing else.

Eventually, you both settled into a slow and gentle sway, embracing each other with them burying their face into your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The blush on your cheeks was nearly as red as your robe at this point.

But you took in this peaceful and intimate moment, your hand gingerly stroking the back of their wooly head. The Red Crown was absent, instead being on the ground beside your feet, looking up at you.

For a brief second, you gazed at it, your blush worsening as it gave you a single wink. 'Huh..they're comfortable enough to leave it off in my presence..? They trust me this much?'

"Is it wise to leave your precious crown where any fool can just steal it, Lamb?"

"Why? You fancy stealing it yourself, hm?" They looked up at you with a teasing smile. "You're the most precious thing to me..the crown is just a tool at the end of the day."

"Like all the followers you work to th...."

You stopped.

It suddenly just occurred to you that they called you "precious". But why?

Were they infatuated with you?

Were you infatuated with them?

Lamb tilted their head. "What's wrong, [y/n]?"

You only gazed back at them, at first completely tongue-tied as you saw the curious glint in their eyes, alongside the red fire that reflected off of them.

It made your heart beat fast. Heat rose to your cheeks again...and it wasn't because of the flames.

That's all it took for the final wall to crumble.

You sighed quietly, relaxing your shoulders as you offered them a tiny smile. "Nothing, my dear leader. For the first time since you've saved me, I feel...at peace being here with you. This place, and you, make me feel....safe."

Lamb nearly teared up at your words. "I'm glad. Would you like to be-?"

"Yes."

Their ears perked up with surprise. Now it was their turn to blush as scarlet covered their gray cheeks. "You...knew what I was going to say?"

"You're not the only mind-reader around here, Lamb." You chuckled at their cuteness. "If it's alright, I'd rather...take it slow. No rush to do a marriage ritual."

That took a big weight off their shoulders.

You understood what they wanted the most. You've always understood them better than anyone. Even Narinder himself.

They were so elated they couldn't help but pull you into a kiss, not minding all the followers gasping and cooing at the intimate display.

None of them mattered, though.

Only you two.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl lamb x reader #cotl lamb #follower reader

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skellygutzxx · 3 months

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ocean blue, what have i done to you?

summary: a list of headcanons in which you are bishop kallamars (adopted) child, first meeting, separation, reunited.

cw: RELIGIOUS/CULTISH THEMES (this is cult of the lamb after all,,,,), written with a gn!reader intended, lowercase intended, mentions of fighting, reader ends up as a caretaker later on in the hc, reader is kind of selectively mute, blood mention, execution of the lambs mentioned, SPOILERS FOR CULT OF THE LAMB

wc: 1004

when you were a young infant, you had no clue as to what the reality of the world was like.

until you did.

surrounded by the destroyed remains of your town, you curled into a ball and sobbed your little toddler eyes out

until you felt the cold arms wrap around your small body, and you curled into the robes of a cultist, a bishop.

from there on out, bishop kallamar was your father. he taught you the ways of the Old Faith.

it was a content life for you, you were right by him for anything you could be there for (along with his witness and his high priests...), like rituals, sermons...

you were showered in gifts and gave to his people, you spread his word, you were devoted to your father

he was happy. you were happy

until narinders betrayal changed it all.

bishop kallamar became paranoid, more anxious. from a generous and mighty god to a cowardly one in what felt like a mere snap of fingers.

you still remember him stumbling into his temple, ears ripped from his body, his blood dripping onto the mosaic floors of his temple

how scared you felt in that moment. how it felt as if the world flipped itself over in a matter of moments.

you were terrified of what this meant for the future.

your father began to distance himself from everyone, you being no exception.

he believed anyone, everyone was plotting against him! you tried to get close with your father again and again, only to end up futile

dissenters became more common within all of the cults, this only made his paranoia worse, you tried your hardest to handle it.

then came the declarations.

every lamb in the realm of the Old Faith to be executed

you watched with horror as you saw people, children, slaughtered at the hands of your family, your father.

you kept your mouth shut, any defiance you had remained on the tip of your tongue like a fool.

you didn't want to disappoint.

in the ocean of grief you felt for the past, you announced your own isolation, and that was the last the people heard or saw of you.

when the final execution came around to you and the news that the red crown had a new bearer, you finally understood it was the beginning of the end.

“the lamb”, as the realm had begun to call them, held his sword to your throat. your eyes held a glint to them, one of exhaustion and one of sadness, but at the same time, one of acceptance.

“you and i both know i will not be the one to fall to your blade tonight,” you began. the lamb kept his blade pointed to your throat, but you notice his eyes visibly soften. “that who you seek is down the hall.”

the lamb lowers his blade, you release a breath you didn’t know you held. “why..? why do you tell me where he awaits, knowing he will fall to my blade?” the lamb demands. you shift your weight onto your foot, your jewelry of gold, gems, pearls, and shells chiming along with your robes.

“my fath-ahem, bishop kallamar, the moment he exiled the second youngest of his siblings to the realm of death, he lost himself to his fears and his crown. I only hope you will cleanse him and the rest of anchordeep…” your heart ached for the past, a return to normalcy, a return that could never happen.

“please, lamb, bring him to his senses!”

another thing led to you being indoctrinated into the lambs cult.

they let you keep your jewelry, you're grateful.

a few former people of anchordeep ask you questions about your absence from bishop kallamar’s cult. you inform them of your absence and they inform of what happened that did or didnt reach your ears during your isolation period.

through your adjustment period you noticed an egg in a nest, you walked up to it, inspecting it.

“its parents passed away a few weeks ago,” the lamb's voice protrudes. you visibly jump.

it hits you, you were like the egg once.

alone.

regardless, you're around it more often, the lamb creates a satchel for you to carry around the egg in, you try to take care of it.

lamb begins crusades to “set the bishops free.” and you're nervous.

its a pattern, the witness, then their respective bishop.

witness astaroth is indoctrinated, you wait on bated breath for your father.

“what is this? shamura, heket? leshy? i feel…bleugh.”

you're speaking with witness astaroth, the egg in its satchel close to your chest. you look over and witness astaroth turns around, your eyes widened. You're not sure why you're shocked, you knew it was coming.

the lamb places your father in the healing bay, night falls. you dont go to bed and head to the healing bay. heket and leshy seem to have a similar idea to you. the leaves rustle and heket and leshy snap their heads around, kallamar follows a few seconds later. he lets out a little gasp. nervously, you walk in.

“my darling child…” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes as you walk in. you end up standing next to heket, you feel her eyes bore into your skull. you elicited to ignore it, putting a hand on his shoulder, he places his own on top of it, tracing your knuckles with a cold, ringed thumb. you hug him and weep.

when the hug is broken off, you wipe your tears and kallamar notices the egg, he gives you a quizzical eyebrow raise. he doesn't have eyebrows!

“......not….theirs…..” heket rasps, you give her a grateful look, she looks away.

“yeah! but they've been all over the egg since before i've been here!” leshy chimes in, albeit a little too loud for your liking and your face heats up in embarrassment.

you realize this is the start of something new.

by @skellygutzxx !! do not repost or translate !!

#kallamar x reader #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb x reader #platonic #cotl #cotl x reader #kallamar #bishop kallamar #follower kallamar #first actual post!!! holy shit!!

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thegayestmferintown · 7 months

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Narinder on catnip headcannons. 🌿

Btw here are the effects of catnip incase you need a reference or knowledge on it.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐩, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬(?),

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

Narinder on catnip is... something else.

To put it simply.

He will consistently meow.

In general, he rarely meows and is pretty ashamed of it.

But on catnip, he's meowing 24/7, he doesn't shut up.

For some reason, the affect lasts longer on him than the average cat.

He's constantly rubbing his cheeks against people (people he knows)

If you don't know, cats have scent glands in their cheeks, when they rub their cheeks against you or an object, that's their way of marking their territory.

He often does it against the other bishops, which they're oddly often fine with (even after they've all become followers).

It tends to make Shamura tear up, when they become a follower.

Because after everything that happened, it makes them so happy that Narinder has kept some of his old ways.

Especially one of his old affectionate habits.

The rest of the bishops always seem happy when he does this.

Except for Heket, for some reason she has no reaction.

Well, outward reaction.

Inwardly, she's happy, but she's also kind of mad.

In the sense of "who the fuck gave him catnip again"

and that brings us to this;

Narinder has an IQ of 1, when on catnip.

He can still speak, sure.

But he will literally make up random words and random shit in general.

He also tends to take naps on the random rooftops

He doesn't remember any of it though.

He also can't walk in a straight line and gets scared by his own shadow.

#cult of the lamb x reader #cotl #cotl shamura #cotl bishops #cult of the lamb kallamar #cult of the lamb shamura #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl narinder #cotl narinder x reader #the one who waits #narinder x reader #narinder #follower narinder

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enigma-selfships · 7 months

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When the pining becomes so intense you have to make a move

#leshy fanart #bishop leshy #leshy cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb #leshy x reader #cotl fanart #follower leshy #my art

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4botof · 1 month

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Why or how do the crystals in anchor deep form?

“Well it’s quite simple, it’s all natural processing! Its similar to how rocks form in terrain. But if you want specifics, hot areas from the island make magma, that magma cools and forms some crystals, they arrive here because I tend to bring them. Makes it look pretty dosent it~?”

#cult of the lamb #ask blog #cotl #cotl bishops #ask #cult of the lamb kallamar #kallamar #kallamar x reader #cotl kallamar #bishop kallamar #follower kallamar

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missing-n-human · 2 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could to a Bishop Heket x Male Reader one. I'd like for it to be wholesome having the reader confessing his love for her. You could also add their everyday life stuff throughout it. Sorry, I'm just a little anxious requesting this...

Heket Scenario

𑁍 Featuring 𑁍 ♡ Romantic Relationship w/ Heket ✦ Male Follower Reader ⋆ Takes place post-game ⋆ CONTAINS POST-GAME SPOILERS ⋆ Sorry for the delayed answer, life is hard ✦ It was mainly about the confession so sorry if I didn't add much about everyday life.

|⌨|Confessions & After|⌨|

He had been a follower of the lamb from the start of the cult. [READER] was a trusted disciple, doing his best to be a good follower. He never thought he would want anything other than to serve the lamb. Then the lamb started to recruit the bishops into the cult, and those thoughts shattered like glass. He found himself blushing and nervous around the ex-bishop Heket. He took over the role of being the cult's cook just so he could see her more. He loved watching her smile from eating his meals and loved the little sounds she made. He didn't mind the fact she didn't speak much, in fact, it just added to her charm in his mind. He would talk with her all the time while she just ate her food. Just seeing her from a distance was enough to make butterflies flutter in his stomach. So after a couple months of feeling like a lovesick puppy, he finally approached the lamb.

"... Could you collect me some camellias?" he asked meekly that day. "Of course, anything for my most loyal follower!" the lamb said with a smile before disappearing to a crusade. He spent the time the lamb was crusading to prepare. He found a nice spot where he would do it, cooked the food for the picnic and he practiced what he was going to say. By the time the lamb came back, he was already getting anxious about Heket's answer. He quickly invited Heket to a picnic and then got the camellias from the lamb.

He offered over the bunch of camellias, blushing deeply. "Will you be my lover Heket?"

She froze up, not processing the question at first before she offered a meek nod, taking the flowers. He beamed as he hugged her, excited as he started stuttering and stumbling on his words of joy.

They would start to have weekly picnics and would snuggle at night in the same tent. He would make Heket dishes all the time and she would often ask him to sit outside in the rain to watch for frogs. They made a good couple, being the envy of some of the other couples in the cult.

#cotl x reader #cotl #cult of the lamb #scenarios #requested #reqs open #cotl heket #heket #cult of the lamb heket #male reader #follower reader #spoilers #confession #fluff #wholesome

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cult-of-romance · 2 years

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if requests are open, could I get some lamb x reader angst? something like S/o is sent on a missionary and goes missing, and while on a crusade a few days later, Lamb finds them(prolly not too far from death) as their about to be sacrificed? I'll leave the ending up to you :]

Have a wonderful day/night!

(hope you enjoy anon!)

Lamb had gotten worried when (Y/N) didn’t come from what was supposed to be an easy mission that would take a day, but it had been three since they saw (Y/N). Deciding to go on a crusade to clear their mind, Lamb gathered some supplies and gold. Deciding on going through Darkwood again as it wasn’t overly intense, they began killing Leshy’s old followers.

After a while, the Cult leader made it to a room used for sacrifices and saw a sight that made them see red and their blood boil. Their beloved (Y/N) tied up, bleeding from a cut on their head and barely able to move. Lamb made quick work of the cultists and rushed to free their partner. Once (Y/N) was free, they quickly looked for any serious wounds, finding a slash across their side. Picking up the (F/A), Lamb quickly ran back to the cult and began to tend to their side.

Later, (Y/N) woke up and felt someone holding their hand. Looking down, they saw lamb asleep in a chair with their head on the bed while holding their hand. Gently nudging Lamb until they woke up, (Y/N) was met with a sniffle and their partner whimpering in their sleep.

“Lamb. Lamb come on, wake up…” Lamb lifted their head and sighed in relief upon seeing (Y/N) awake and alert, sitting on the bed instead of the chair and gently pulling (Y/N) into their arms.

“You scared me… I was worried you weren’t going to wake up. Leshy’s followers did a number on you, but they can’t hurt you anymore… no more missions for a while though… I can’t lose you…” (Y/N) snuggled into their wool and sighed, nodding in agreement. They were home and safe in Lamb’s arms.

#the vessel (lamb)#Devout follower (anon)#cotl x reader #Lamb x reader #cult of the lamb x reader

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fanfic-enthusiast · 1 year

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Could I please request headcanons of one of the other bishops catching Leshy in an act of intimacy with a follower? I can imagine there might be a bit of internal conflict, depending on that bishop's values, between different things they may think are right. I.e. "They're a bishop and his follower, so do I stop this? They both clearly want to do this, so do I give them privacy and pretend I never walked in on them?"

OOOoooo juicy!! This probably happened before they all got injured.

Warning NSFW Themes

Heket

She made the unfortunate mistake of not sending a letter ahead of her before visiting her little brother. Traveling instantly through the lands has its pros and cons.

Appearing through the floor inside his temple, she didn’t see him in the main room and figured he was in his chambers. Thankfully she heard what was going on inside before she opened the door.

I think she left just as quickly as she came, not uttering so much as a word as she absconded back to Anura.

Needless to say she is working very hard to burn that memory out of her head with mushrooms. And for the most part is successful.

As for the fact that it was a follower he was with, her general philosophy is, "They're here to serve us." She will probably caution Leshy in privet to, "not let that follower think themselves superior to you."

Other then that she would prefer never to talk or think on that unfortunate incident ever again.

Kallamar

He came to Darkwood to ask Leshy if he had messed with his sword collection. Things had been moved from where they were supposed to be in his weapons room.

Marching through the temple too caught up in his own thoughts to realize why exactly the temple was so empty and why the door to Leshy’s personal chambers were closed.

“I thought I told you to stay away from my collections! They're valuable and fragile and I-” He cuts himself off after making eye contact with Leshy and his follower. Quickly ducking out of the room and slamming the door behind him with a “OHMYGOODNESSGRACIOUS-” along with various retching sounds. Needless to say he will be knocking on Leshy’s door every time from now onwards.

Leshy finds him in the main room of his temple looking a little green in the gills and makes his older brother promise not to tell Shamura.

“Fine. Just stay away from my collections.”

Kallamar’s opinion on Leshy’s relationship is pretty much the same as Heket’s so long as it doesn't effect their status as bishops he doesn’t care who Leshy sleeps with.

Shamura

They needed Leshy’s insight on some odd animal behaviors in Silk Cradle, yes they could just consult the endless number of scrolls and tomes on their shelves but sometimes one on one talks were the easiest solution. Their little brother was always so in tune with the chaos of nature after all.

They hummed as they appeared through the floor of the main temple room only to find it empty. Odd but not a problem. The spider made their way to Leshy’s personal chambers but stopped once they heard what was going on through the door.

Once the momentary shock had passed they knocked on the door and the sound inside stopped. Moments later after some shuffling Leshy’s face poked out from around the opened door.

“Hello brother, I require your insight on a matter in my domain when you get a moment. I know you're busy in there-”

“Shamura I-” “I don’t need an explanation Leshy, but expect a review on safe sexual practices. And no you're not getting out of it.”

“Please no not again-”

“Oh and bring your partner you have in there as well. Only right for them to be fully educated on such matters as well.”

Leshy and his partner for the evening are essentially forced to listen to and extensive birds and bees lecture.

Doesn’t matter to Shamura if they're a follower or not, just that they take good care of Leshy and make him happy. Anything less and they don’t deem them fit to be in such a position.

Narinder

Finally a chance to prank Leshy back for all the times the worm has messed with him!

Narinder slides through the doors of Leshy’s temple with supplies in hand. Mostly bowls of only the most rancid “food” Narinder could get his hands on. With the plan to throw this at the worm when his back was turned.

Leshy was missing from the main room of the temple, which meant he was elsewhere inside. Perfect!

He crept slowly up to the door of his brother’s personal quarters and just barely heard Leshy talking inside, low enough where he couldn’t make out what was being said. He muffled his giggles as best he could to avoid detection.

Narinder threw open the door and quickly threw the overflowing bowl towards his brother before he could fully witness the scene in front of him.

He realized exactly what Leshy had been doing when his brother quickly shoved him out of the room, nude and absolutely livid.

Didn’t stop Narinder from cackling in the hallway for a solid half an hour as Leshy calmed down his startled follower partner.

After Leshy cleaned himself and his partner up, he hunted Narinder down to scream at him. Which only made the cat laugh harder.

“Can’t handle a little payback little brother?”

No remorse for his actions, especially for the follower. They're just tools for him and his siblings after all.

He isn’t laughing like that when Leshy and his partner shave him in retaliation but that’s a story for another time.

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moonwaterart · 1 year

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Here's another short ficlet, this time for Leshy since there isn't much Leshy love out there. He's a good little worm

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The One Who Mourns

“Leader, you seem like you’re stressed. Is something the matter?”

The leafed worm heard a familiar voice ask. Most of his followers would wait to be talked to since his loss of eyesight, but not them. This follower was always making sure he was okay. Making sure things were still being taken care of.

They’ve always been like that since they joined his sect of The Old Faith years ago. They were never afraid to ask him things or to chat. Their smile was always a welcome sight to Leshy until he lost his vision. Since then they made time to help him with menial tasks and keep things in line at the temple of his sect.

“The red crown defeated another of my high priests.” He commented. “I fear I must step in soon in order to stop them from advancing further.”

“But… what if… what if the red crown defeats you too? What will happen to us here?” He couldn’t see them anymore, but he could hear them fidget slightly as their words laced with worry.

He knew that that was a possibility. He would be using the power he had left in order to stop that lamb in their tracks, but what if he didn’t succeed? What would happen to his other followers?

“That’s… something I’ve thought about… yes…” he turned his head downward towards the approximate place he could feel their presence, crouching in order to at least try to be smaller in order to comfort his loyal follower. “If that were to happen, I would want you to take care of this place. Don’t allow my name to die with my body and soul. You are my most loyal follower… and what I’m going to do… I would never want you to suffer. So please… my most loyal… promise me that if it comes down to it, you will continue to be loyal even after I am gone.”

There was a pause, soon followed by a choked back sob. “You sound… so absolute in your words.”

Leshy let out a soundless sigh and extended a hand carefully towards them. He let it hover before a smaller pair of hands took it in their own and brought it closer to themselves, pressing their forehead to his palm “but if that’s what you request… I’ll follow your request faithfully.”

A pang of sadness struck the bishop. The possibility of never talking again felt worse than anything he had faced up to that point. They never realized it up to that point, but their most loyal follower being upset by his words yet still promising to follow them hurt him as badly as when he lost his eyesight. He could feel the sting of ichor around what used to be his eyes. He hadn't been able to cry for years yet here he was, upset that they were upset.

His siblings always said he was weaker than themselves when it came to emotional connection, yet that’s why people followed him. He was willing to be vulnerable around his followers before they lost their brother to greed and power. He was always the bishop getting into trickery and prankster trouble. Always fun loving and full of joy. Yet as he felt their sobs against his palm, it dawned on him how much he had changed.

“My most loyal follower… Please don’t cry. There’s no need for such sadness while I’m still around.” He carefully moved his hand to wipe a tear with his thumb. “How about we take some time to enjoy the time we have? You can show me around the new additions to the temple or maybe you would like to go gather flowers from the woods beyond? They’re in full bloom this time of year, are they not?”

He took to bringing them close before starting to walk again. “Those who mourn early miss out on remembering the good of the past and present as they fear for the future and probable outcomes. When the time comes for you to pass on you would rather be celebrated for your accomplishments, yes?”

“W-well yes.. but-“

“Then, my most loyal follower, let’s celebrate what time is left. Mourning has its place, but that is neither here nor there and definitely not the time for that. Until it is time for me to depart, let us take the time to celebrate, the stress will disappear, I promise.”

Their follower was silent, but nodded, wiping more tears away. “I… I suppose so. How about I tell you about those new temple additions?”

“I would want nothing more at the moment.”

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“The Red Crown comes for the chain I guard.” Leshy declared to the followers that gathered. “In order to stop them I must use every fragment of power I have left. In order to access that power, a great sacrifice must take place. A life in exchange for power. A life in the name of justice and our faith.”

The followers that gathered started to offer themselves to him as help with his showdown against the lamb who represented The Chained One. Tents were being emptied and giving their belongings to followers staying behind. As they did that, a hand tugged at Leshy’s robe which made him turn his attention to whomever did that. “What do you need? Now isn’t the time to-”

“Great Leader… I have a departing gift for you.” At their words his demeanor softened.

“Of course… I apologize for my tone. What is it, my most loyal follower?”

“Let me see your hand, just real quick.”

Leshy complied, extending a hand to receive what he thought would be a trinket or maybe something they wanted him to feel; instead something was wrapped around his wrist and secured. “It’s not much, but I hope you keep it with you to know I’ll be here praying for your safe return.”

Their words stung him, but he knew they meant well. They’ve talked before about this. They know what to do if he did not return. The most inevitable possibility and one he wished it didn’t come down to. He felt the bracelet with his other hand, the flowers and grass chained together perfectly. “Then I will try not to keep you waiting.”

#cotl follower #cotl x reader #cotl leshy #bishop leshy #cult of the lamb x reader #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb leshy #baps writes sometimes #cotl

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thestarbornpilgrim · 2 years

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A milestone I would never imagine reaching. THANK YOU ALL!

#Sky Children of the Light #the seeker #theseeker #comic #art #drawing #3000 followers #readers #webtoons #skycotl #sky cotl #scotl #sky #thatskygame

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luis-block · 1 year

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could we. maybe. POSSIBLY. get a part two of the twin sister oneshot 👁️👁️

I have had fun with this series! Looks like I got an OC on my hands lol I will have to draw her a reference. If you guys want to see a part three let me know!

This is a continuation of this piece. Part one

The One who Gives (reader) awakens.

You woke up in a daze, you were in a tent? This was not your cave of mourning, and it smelled to familiar to you. You know were you are and panic, crawling to the entrance of the tent. You look out, seeing you are in a cult setting in your old stomping grounds of the Old Faith. You deflate at the realization that the lamb had in fact beat you in the battle. You knew it would end someday, but you hoped that it would have lasted a few thousand years longer so you wouldn’t have to deal with your ‘Family Problems’ for longer.

You hear shouting and running before you feel a green mass topple you to the ground. The smell of fresh rain and wet dirt brings nostalgia of days past, helping your younger brother with his trials to becoming a god. “..Leshy?” You said raspy as you wrap your arms around the quietly crying younger sibling that had missed your helpful insight and dry humor. Another two came rushing over, with one staying further back rather than going fully to your side. “(Y/N! your alive! I thought for curtain that fight with the lamb had killed you, but your persistence with your former self must have saved you my dear sister!” Kallamar cried franticly as he checked you over. He was always such a worry wart when you would let him be, and now was an appropriate time to be one you supposed.

The two more to run over came closer than the one who stayed further away from you. You were pretty sure it was Heket who was not at your side, maybe it was out of not wanting to see how much her cruel ways had hurt her only sister, or maybe she was not ready to tackle the reality that she was able to rebuild the lost relationship that she so desperately wanted to rekindle. You see the other two, one being your eldest sibling on your other side that Kallamar wasn’t crying on.

“My Little light has returned… I have had dreamed of this day since you stepped of these sacred lands my sister.” Shamura said with a content smile as they held you head to their chest. You feel the realization that you are safe and next to kin starts to sink in as you start to cry. The lamb was the other one who came with Shamura, looking pleased with his hand at the family reunion. “I am glad you have awaken (Y/N)! But do you know where you are? You still look like you are in a daze.” The lamb asks. “I know where I am, lamb, don’t poke at me.” You cried, starting to calm down. “B-but I must ask, where is my twin? My Moon to my Sun, my Dark to my Light? Did you kill him for his crown?” You say with determination in your three wet eyes, wanting closer to your twins wellbeing.

The lamb laughs, seeing the black cat with three eyes that match the white cats run over multiple other followers to see his twin sister again.

#cult of the lamb reader #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cult of the lamb follower #cult of the lamb x follower!reader #cotl follower reader #cotl bishops x reader #cotl bishop x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months

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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.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #bishop followers #follower leshy #follower heket #follower shamura #follower kallamar #follower narinder #leshy x reader #heket x reader #kallamar x reader #shamura x reader #narinder x reader #headcanons

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deadghosy · 2 months

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Hear me out

What about a moth! reader

Like the moth from sky! Children of the light that likes to fly around the hotel and honk at people sense they can't speak

And them giving candles as a way to ask"do you wanna be friends??"

(this is my first time ever requesting something so sorry if it doesn't make sense, feel free to ignore this く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡)

……ANON MARRY ME RN CAUSE I USE TO PLAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT GAME!! RN MARRY ME

HAZBIN HOTEL X MOTH COTL! READER

prompt: a cute moth character enters the ring of hell due to a malfunction of the realms

STORY MODE: you were celebrating days of love as your ikemen softly puts a flower crown on your head as you honk happily. You hugged the Ikemen as he hugs you back, lifting you for a hug spin as he chuckles lowly.

He lifted you on his back as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He pointed towards the valley realm as they wanted to celebrate your one year anniversary together. You started to spam honk excitedly as the Ikemen nods and runs into the realm. But something went wrong.

END OF STORY MODE: You just stand there as you smell blood and fire in the air. You were confused as you didn’t see your beloved Ikemen anywhere which made you honk out loud…you didn’t see their name either. You inhaled all the air you could and let out a big HONK! That got you the attention of a fellow moth man who smirked behind you. You jolted with a quick honk as Valentino poked your mask. “My my my~ what a cute little thing you are.” Valentino says picking you up like a child.

You didn’t want to die so immediately you pulled out your candle. That made Valentino drawn to the candle as he squeaks happily at the candle and take it. Before Valentino could talk to you, an arm grabbed you and sped away.

Who was the culprit who took you, it was Angel dust in his pink scooter. (A/n: don’t question the scooter) Angel heard that big ass honk and a light as he was curious and went to go look for it only to see you shaking in Valentino’s hold. He didn’t want to save you, but your small frame was shaking and he couldn’t stand it so he had to save you.

And now you are part of the hotel’s crew as they greet you with open arms.

Angel loves you dearly, you immediately warmed up to him giving him a bright white candle as his eyes shined at the light of the candle shaping like a heart. So when Angel took it and it dissolved in his hands. You were so happy you kept spam hugging him.

You literally follow all the members like a first time moth, holding out a candle as you want more friends!

Fat nuggets just oinks and follows you. You pet the cute demon pig who licks your hand back

CHARLIE LOVESSS YOUU😭💗 she picked you up and you honk hugging her back.

Vaggie admires you as well. You seem like a reliable person to bring hopes up.

Lucifer adores you..I mean you are just so affectionate. He immediately accepted the candle and he lifted you up. Kissing your head and gushing over you with tears yelling “I WANNA ADOPT THEM!”

I headcannon Charlie and Lucifer debating which color scheme suits you better as they try to take off your brown moth cape as you honk at them.

I always headcannon skykid moths to be at least like 4’9 and every time they gain winged light they get taller. 🦆✨but since you aren’t in the Sky cotl universe, you are so small so literally they treat you like a kid.

You know like your light decreases when a dark creature hits it or like basically darkness. (Especially during that damn fire trial😐) I can imagine moth! Reader having a night light that Lucifer made you with a duck light shining on the ceiling so you feel safe.

Husk doesn’t even understand what the fuck you are doing by honking at him and following him around constantly with a bright ass white candle.

Husk eventually accepted the candle which made you hug him alot..and oddly husk liked it. Now you gained a drunk uncle.

BIG HEADCANNON THAT VALENTINO WILL TRY TO ADOPT YOU, BUT ANGEL IS DEAD ASS SHAKING HIS HEAD NO AS THE OTHER CREW MEMBERS PROTECT YOU FROM THE GRASP OF THIS MOTH DEMON

As you kept getting adopted by random people, your ikemen was going around every season area asking other skykids have they seen you as he has a missing poster of you….poor Ikemen looks down seeing the flower bracelet you made him.

Back to you as you are making the whole crew paper bracelets thanks to Charlie’s trust exercises and activities.

I can see sir Pentious and you getting along to the point sir Pentious is like a caretaker when you don’t have anyone to be with. Even his egg boiz love to hang with you. Even if they don’t understand you.

You one time big honked and every light flickered since a ring of light was around you. So now the cast is little bit cautious at how “powerful” you are

Alastor would think you eat human/sinner meat as he would bring it to you, noting you don’t eat anything. 😭 DO YOU GUYS KNOW THAT GAGGING CAT?! THATS YOU WHEN YOU SMELT THE MEAT-

Alastor was so offended but he should’ve guessed that you weren’t a cannibal.

Niffty was teaching you how to clean and you accidentally drank bleach making niffty literally chase you around worried as you run.

You actually one time lost your light as you were crouched on the floor. Immediately Lucifer grabbed you up scared that you were dying as your body got out of the state and into your regular appearance.

Tbh Lucifer thought you was a scary demon crawling for your life, until you honked is when he realized it was his moth friend.

You fly around honking as you help razzle and dazzle with putting up banners. Razzle and dazzle pick you up if you don’t have enough energy to fly. You guys are flying buddies is what I headcannon.

I imagine husk is sleeping and you glide down from the stairs as you honk softly in his ear to wake him up. He grumbles at first so you decided to do a big honk. You inhaled as a ring of light surrounds the place as the honk rings out in the hotel.

“GAH!” Husk yells falling off the couch grabbing you as he thought you were trouble to only find out there wasn’t no problems. He grumbles angrily at you.

You once flew down like Batman and Angel recorded it founding it adorable.

Charlie had noticed you like to collect candles so she bought a stack of candles which made your eye light up and immediately run to your room with them.

Your mask definitely falls off your face, so imagine the whole hotel’s cast reaction to your face just being completely black with eyelashes (bruh skykid’s eyelashes are so damn pretty and long 😭)

When you went with Charlie to meet with the angels, Adam raised a brow at you because he never seen a “demon” like you. But he didn’t feel any angelic or demonic energy off you.

“What’s up lil dude…where’s your mama?” Adam says teasing you as he pats your head while Charlie watching nervously. You just honk at him and pull out a big white candle. Lute and Adam glanced at each other as Adam took it. The candle dissolved into a circle as Adam felt warm. You honk happily and hugged him.

“So can I keep this little shit?” Adam says to Charlie. “WHAT NO?!-”

I headcannon you once did the backflip emote and they all applaud you like “oh wow!”

Alastor and Lucifer are the smart ones to try to get you to call them dad…but you just honk and hug them like a little child happy to see them.

Of course Valentino is blowing Angel’s phone asking him if he seen a moth like demon….

Lucifer made you a duck cape. Like the cape was heaven sky blue with duck patterns in it. He found it so cuteee! 🦆💗

You honked madly at fat nuggets as the pig had eaten up your brown cape making angel dust make you a pink cape. It was bedazzled and it didn’t look like the sakura or valley cape you see other skykids wore once

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thegayestmferintown · 7 months

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Narinder x Reader plsss

Narinder is a tsundere :)

It’s fine if your uncomfortable<33

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.."

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐞," 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭. "𝐍𝐨." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.."

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𝖥𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖨𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗁

A Short Cult Of The Lamb Fanfic - Takes Place After Narinder's exile

TW - Typical CoTl Violence, mention of scars, grief, angst, arugements

Reader is a cat and pronouns are she/they.

Expect spelling/grammar errors due to my dyslexia

(Y/N) let out a quiet sigh as they watched the sun set on the water's horizon. Their robes waving in the wind, she didn't know why they still bothered to watch the sun set. Perhaps because they couldn't bring themselves to let go of the past. They used to watch the sun set with her siblings at every special occasion such as birthdays and holidays. Yet they now stood alone watching the sun go to rest as the moon's light and shadows began to incase the lands of the old faith for the night. (Y/N) looked at their paws that had been heavily scarred from trying to protect themself from Narinder's rage.

Despite his betrayal they still loved and missed him, he taught her how to lead her cult and be the bishop they are today. They were hurt, sad, angry at themself for not fighting harder to keep Narinder from his exile. Yet at the same time they were extremely angry at Narinder for his actions and leaving them behind with her siblings that slowly fell apart. They closed their eyes as they remembered back on the times when their family fell apart.

(Y/N) watched at Heket yelled at Kallamar for his cowardness they no longer had the energy to try to break the fight up as Heket probably would start an argument with them and bring up Narinder to get at her. However they got tired of listening to them bicker, "Will you two shut up? You fight more often then children." They snapped towards the two, "Cant go a single meeting without hearing you argue with someone Heket."

The frog glared at the cat bishop, "Oh? You finally deciding to speak up? I don't care about what you think, I am your older sister you shouldn't yell at me."

"I don't care if you are older then me, I am tired of you yelling at me for speaking against you. I try so hard to keep this family apart to keep the order in these lands and instead I get yelled at and have everything I do nit-picked by you guys."

Kallamar spoke as Leshy arrived to the temple, "Okay- Okay. Guys please stop arguing we need to not cause stress for Shamura from you guys fighting." After Kallamar was done speaking try to get his siblings to stop fighting Shamura had arrived.

"I apologize for my late arrival, I had gotten caught up with my followers needing something," The spider bishop said calmly.

(Y/N) opened their eyes and sighed sadly, arguments with their siblings didnt affect them that much but since that day Heket had started to compare them to Narinder. They didn't blame Heket's anger as they believe all their siblings still were hurt by Narinder's betrayal. However those words, "You're just as worthless as Narinder!" hurt. Felt like a stab wound right into the heart.

They let a tear fall down their fur, "Dammit, Why- Why did you betray us Narinder. I fear I'm going to be exiled because of your actions now. I keep being compared to you like they're expecting me to betray them as well." They snarled into the wind as if they expected a response from their brother. "I hope I never see you again,," Their voice breaking as they fell to their knees letting out quiet sobs.

"I hate you so much, I hate you for everything you've done to this family. You should of just killed me." They cried out as tears fell onto the grass. They took their crown off their head and held in their paws. Her vision blurry from tears but she could still make out the glow from the marking in the crown. "I'm not fit to be a leader, you knew that didn't you."

They wiped their tears with the sleeve of her robes letting out a shaky sigh as they put their crown back on. They stoop up and looked out at the land she swore to protect. She looked at the sky her mind wandering as she heard faint whispers repeating the words over and over, "You're just as worthless as Narinder!" She began to wonder if she was just like him, a monster that will soon break and hurt those she loved. She shook her head as she watched the son finally disappear, she hadn't slept much at all as she swore to protect the old faith at night after Narinder's betrayal. She walked off into the shadows as she began to walk through the lands to make sure everything was safe.

As her thoughts slowly ate her up as she walked through the realms of her siblings make sure the creatures and citizens slept peacefully and safely. After she had walked through each realm she went back to her realm. Her paws making quiet taps against the stone as she walked up the path to her chambers. They looked around and walked over to where she rested and sat down as she closed her eyes. As her hurt and anger ate her up and filled her heart with anger.

Those she loved all betrayed her and refused to trust her. She opened her eyes and saw her reflection in a shard of glass she had broke one night yet in anger that they had not bothered to pick up. Only then she realized how much she looked like Narinder, perhaps why they refused to trust her. She let out pained sobs after a moment of crying she looked at her paws once again, perhaps her family would be much happier if she was gone. She let out a sigh and decided to lay down and closed her eyes as she let sleep surround her in darkness to escape her pain

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