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"Have we met before?"
#star canvas#critical role#critical role fanart#criticalrolefanart#mollymauk tealeaf#caleb widogast#widomauk#old gods au#This is literally my first time drawing hobo Caleb#he looks like an anime boi asdfghjkl
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Friends and Family #09
[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]
“Everybody,” Maedhros’ voice echoed through the cave. “Be quiet.”
Maglor put a hand over Caranthir’s mouth to muffle his whimpering. Fingon hushed the cousins nearest him, scooping sobbing Utrass up in his arms. Celegorm, bleeding from several scrapes courtesy of tumbling down the cliff the rest of them climbed down, held the old mining helmet aloft and tried to ignite the carbide lamp again. Everyone heard the fruitless clicking of the sparker.
“We’re going to be fine,” Maedhros continued now that he had their attention.
Six sets of eyes blinked at him in the dark, waiting. Caranthir sniffled again.
“Uncle Fingolfin knows where we went. If we can’t get out, the adults will come looking for us in a few hours. But–” He said, knowing Celegorm and Turgon opened their mouths to object to waiting for rescue– “we’ll get ourselves out before that happens. We didn’t go very far, and Maglor, Fingon, and I’ve all been down here on our own. Celegorm and Turgon, you two need to help us keep the littluns safe so we all stay together.”
“I’m not little!” Curufin objected. This was quickly followed by a thud as he tripped over something and fell.
“I got him!” Eiliaduin assured everyone.
“Thanks,” Maglor said, reaching out blindly with his free hand until he felt someone’s head.
Aredhel screamed. Everyone flinched.
He grabbed her arm. “It’s just me.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Maedhros sighed, long-suffering and already weary. “We’re all going to hold hands and go back the way we came.”
“What about the ledge we came down?” Turgon asked. The darkness did nothing to hide his worry. “I can’t climb back up in the dark.”
“Me neither,” Maglor admitted. He was still horribly short in his mind. Even Fingon was taller than him now, and he was 2 years younger.
“I’ll help everyone get up,” Maedhros said. “Now, come toward my voice and find a hand to grab.”
With a fair amount of shuffling and bumping and narrowly avoiding falls, they came together. Maglor, Fingon, Turgon, and Celegorm caught hold of the younger cousins’ hands, helping everyone join into a line behind the oldest. Maedhros called off everyone’s name to make sure they were all accounted for, then started shuffling slowly forward.
It was rough at first, but with a little trial and error (and Celegorm telling Caranthir to stop stepping on his feet, which the slightly younger boy insisted he was not doing on purpose) they fell into a rhythm. Maedhros described where they should be at regular intervals, warning when the passage sloped down or up again or the ceiling closed in low enough that they had to crawl awkwardly onward.
Before long—though it felt like an eternity to Maglor, blindly following everyone else from his spot in the back of the line—they arrived in the cavern with the dripping stalactites. Splashing through the shallow pool of mineral-rich water, they found the way forward blocked by a rough wall.
Maedhros felt his way along the stone, fingers searching for the opening they all slipped through earlier. He found it, a smooth hole at shoulder height, just as he began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to or that he’d accidentally led them into a different part of the cave. Relieved, knowing that it was just a bit further now before they’d see daylight, he said, “We’re almost there everyone. This is the last hard part.”
A cheer went up as they all gathered around him, eager to get out.
“Fingon?” He asked when things quieted down. “You go first and help everyone get reconnected up there. There’s a couple side passages up there, and I don’t want anyone to wander off.”
“Right,” Fingon agreed. “Can someone take Utrass?”
After handing the slightly calmer five-year-old off to Turgon, Maedhros hoisted him up and he scrambled into the mouth of the tunnel.
“I’m ready,” He said.
Maedhros called for another cousin.
Soon, Maglor was the last one waiting. He reached out for his brother’s hands. They were rough and strong against his own, confident as they cupped together, forming a step for his muddy foot. Maedhros helped him get up into the trees for years like this when the branches were too high for him to reach on his own. If he was climbing the tree to look for fruits or nuts, he always made sure to find a few extra just for Maedhros. He laughed a little at the bright memory.
“What?” His brother asked.
“I just thought about climbing trees.”
Maedhros chuckled under his breath. A private sound, just for the two of them. “I wish there were plums at the end of this.”
“Aunt Anairë brought lots of jams. Maybe she has plum.”
In the dark, Maedhros grinned. “We’ll have to ask when we get back.”
With that, he lifted him up.
Maglor climbed over the edge, surprised by the relief he suddenly felt at making it out of the deep dark in the cavern. While it wasn’t much, he could just make out the tracest, tiniest hit of light here. It wasn’t visible from below, but now he could see Fingon’s vague silhouette.
“Come on up, Mae,” His cousin said, gesturing Maglor a few feet up the tunnel so there was plenty of room.
Maedhros reached over the ledge. There wasn’t anything for him to grab onto, and though he jumped and tried to find a purchase for his feet against the stone, he couldn’t get enough leverage to climb up. He landed in the puddle with a splash and frustrated grunt after every try.
“Is he stuck?” Eiliaduin asked, trying to look back at what was happening from her new spot between Celegorm and Caranthir.
“No,” Maedhros insisted. “I’m not stuck.”
He jumped again.
“Wait,” Maglor said after the inevitable splash. “Grab Fingon and my hands this time.”
“I don’t want to pull you back down,” Maedhros worried.
“You won’t!” Fingon quickly interjected. To Maglor he said, “Sit down and press your feet against the wall.”
When they were wedged tightly into place, they asked him to try one more time. He did, and, grunting and straining, they managed to pull him up. The children clapped and the three of them fell together in a pile of relief and exhaustion. Maedhros hugged them both.
After a moment’s reprieve, they stood up and started the last leg of the journey out of the caves.
#avoid spelunking in these mountians#this really could have gone worse for them#carbide lamps are cool#but won't protect you in the caves#maedhrosmaglorweek#day 2: trust/distrust#spelunking#maglor#maedhros#fingon#turgon#celegorm#caranthir#curufin#aredhel#anaire's kids#the silmarillion#old gods au#grimwing writes
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Elros is so tired of this shit.
yes technically this is for a 1920s ish au but I had too much fun making it a social media post.
#my art#Elros#Elrond#Celebrimbor#old gods au#elrond x celebrimbor#silm#silm au#the sil#silmarillion#the silmarillion#elves#meme art#ah yes me my girlfriend#digital art#art
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Prelude
Here ya go, you perverts! Enjoy!
Credit goes to @necroticguts for coming up with this AU. And of course, to @bound-tosydney who wanted outdoor sex. I hope you're both happy with yourselves.
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
TW: Predator/prey, sex, mentions of fertility.
The forest thrummed with excitement as the hunter chased his wife through the woods. She might prove worthy prey, but the wife can’t stop giggling and giving away her position. She wants the hunter to catch her, and he is prepared to give her exactly what she wants.
The hunter cornered his wife in a glade, and as he tackled her to the ground he had the absurd thought that she was unlike any beast he had ever caught before. Hunting her was like hunting a fairy.
“Oh no! You got me!” The wife openly laughs as the hunter pins her to the forest floor. Her smiles are warm, and affectionate, and only for him, him, him. “Please, dear hunter! Mercy!” She shrieks in laughter as the hunter smothers her with kisses, any fight she puts up purely for show.
The hunter likes this game, and takes a moment to look down at his wife in consideration. Just to play along. “If I give you half a chance, you’ll slip away again.” The hunter moves his hand to his wife’s throat, gently rubbing her jaw with his thumb.
“Oh, you darling man.” The wife said wistfully. “I am exactly where I want to be. Listen.” She flicks her eyes to the forest around them, and the hunter listens closely for sounds around them. “No one’s around. We are completely alone.”
The hunter feels his heart swell, but he tries to continue. “What are you suggesting?”
She grins at him, kissing the tip of his nose. “You should take full advantage of your prey.”
The hunter stared at his wife in open adoration. Before her he had never imagined another person could want him, or find joy in his presence. She was everything to him. “You are so, so very beautiful.” He whispers, a little breathless and overwhelmed by the moment.
The wife lifted her hands to cup the hunter’s face, her expression blissful. “I am in love with the most wonderful man in the world.”
It’s too much emotion. The hunter swoops down and fiercely kisses his wife. She makes happy little sounds and holds on tight as he starts bunching the skirt of her dress up to her thighs. She quietly begs him to go faster between kisses, and when he reaches for her core she’s already soaking.
“How are you so wet?” The hunter groans, marvelling at her arousal. The wife gasped as he ran his fingers over her, pressing down on her clit too briefly.
“No reason!” The wife protested, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
“What’s the matter?” The hunter grins and slowly rubs his wife’s clit again. Her breathing catches and she starts to let out adorable little sounds that make him want to tease her more. “Having impure thoughts? Maybe you were thinking about what I’d do to you once I caught you?” She whines and grinds her hips up against his hand, holding on tight to his shoulders. “Poor thing.” The hunter murmured to his wife. “Tell me what you need.”
Her blush deepens, and she struggles to speak between little gasps and moans. “Please.” She mewls.
“Please what?” The hunter gently ran his fingers over her, running lower to play with her entrance.
The wife let out a long moan that the hunter relished in. “Please, I need you.” She said breathlessly. “Please, I need you. I want you, I love you. Please.” She murmured these words over and over again, leaning up to nuzzle against the hunter and kiss his stubbly jaw.
Despite his bravado, the hunter closes his eyes as the moment threatens to overwhelm him. It strikes him sometimes just how much his wife loves him. It’s a little scary. The hunter had never considered that someone else could love him because he could not imagine loving himself. He had gotten so unbelievably lucky with his wife. She openly adored him, and found the idea that she might prefer someone else one day both insulting and disgusting. She was devoted to him and he loved her so unfathomably much it hurt sometimes. He has no words to express his love, so he reaches for the laces on his trousers to give his wife what she wants.
The wife lets out a high pitched whine as the hunter presses his hardened length against her, rubbing to slick himself up. “So warm.” She gasped.
“You just run cold.” He said with a small laugh. If he were a patient man he would draw this part out and enjoy his wife’s expressions. He’d toy with her and make her beg for him, but she’s ready for him and he’s never been able to resist her.
The fat, leaking head of the hunter’s cock slips into his wife with ease, and she clings to him and mewls in response. “Easy, love.” He soothed and rubbed her back as he slowly eased himself into her. When the hunter is fully seated in his wife he takes a moment to marvel at how good she feels around him. He loves the way she clamps down on him, and gives little thrusts against him.
“S’good. It’s so good.” The wife moaned, burying her face in the hunter’s neck. “Move, please. Please, I need you to move. Please.”
The hunter lay gentle kisses all over his wife’s face as he began to move his hips. She let out a long, happy sound as he began to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him.
“You feel so, so good.” The wife breathed, trying to thrust back against him as she lay kiss after kiss against his lips.
The hunter loved how she talked when they were together like this. He revelled in the idea that she wanted him, that he was desirable in her eyes and wanted this as much as he did. The hunter set a thumb to her clit and began to rub as he fucked her.
“I get to do whatever I want with my prey.” He grunted, grinding into his wife as she gasped and cried for him. “And I want you to cum.”
“Eden, please!” She moans his name, and he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends her over the edge. Her moans ring in his ears as he focuses on the pleasure of driving his cock into her again and again. She squelches and squeezes him as the hunter feels something white hot building in his abdomen. He grinds against her as he cums, nestled up as close as he can get to her cervix. It was important he fill her as much as possible.
The hunter and his wife lay there, clinging to each other for a while. Finally the wife said, “I told you trying for a baby would be fun.”
He huffed a breathless laugh at her. “I never doubted it would be.” He grinned at her, at the silliness of the moment. “This was a really fun idea, though.” The hunter kissed his wife gently, and pulled her into his arms as they lay in the grass.
It was a beautiful Summer day, and the hunter loved his wife. He loved her more than any god had ever loved another, and he wanted to be with her forever. As they lay in the soft grass she nuzzled against him. She was probably going to doze off again. That was just fine. The hunter could carry his wife home. She’d been so good for him, after all.
He would do anything for her, and he was her world.
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Cosmic Pair
Painting of @thursdayplaid 's OC Xie Mingyu (Yu-Ge) and Li Hu Jun in their Old God form.
Speedpaint/Digital Painting Timelapse
#artworks by me#digital artworks by me#illustration#digital art#fantasy art#yu-ge#li hu jun#fantasy#old gods au#cosmic pair
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Setting - After some time muckery, Jaune and Cinder are sent back in time to just after The Brothers left. Due to their superior physical abilities, the locals are in such awe that they worship them as new gods. Praise the new sun and moon gods!
Jaune: Oh! A-Another gift of white? Um, thank you.
Girl: (Blushes)
Cinder: Okay, that's enough gift giving. Your gods must prepare for the festival. Go on, scram! Shoo!
Girl: (Runs away, In tears)
Mother: Shshsh! No tears, child. It is as the Sun God wills.
Cinder: Really, you humor these mortals too much, Arc.
Jaune: Please stop calling them mortals. They're people.
Cinder: Yes. Our people. People that we rule.
Jaune: That we protect!
Cinder: (Rolls her eyes, Undressing) Whatever. Now go get dressed for the festival. It will begin soon, and the people await their moon god to arrive in his full moon glory.
Jaune: (Dressing) It still doesn't feel right.
I hardly think I'm qualified
To come across all sanctified.
I just don't cut it with the maiden's terms
Cinder: Arc, what are you talking about?!
There again, they're on their knees
Being worshipped is a breeze
And this rather suits me in this universe...
Jaune:
This universe? This universe?
It's me and her?!
OH MY GOD!
Jaune + Cinder: (Strutting out to the festival)
It's tough to be a god,
Tread where mortals have not trod!
Cinder: (Spouts flame)
Be deified!
Jaune: (Healing an injury)
When really, you're a sham...
Be an object of devotion,
Be the subject of psalms...
Cinder: (Comes over with wine)
It's a rather touching notion
All those prayers and those salaams!
Jaune: (Bowed to by grateful family members)
And who am I to bridle
If I'm forced to be an idol?
If they say that I'm a god,
That's what I am!
Cinder: (Grabs Jaune, Points to sacrificial altar being used to smash fruits)
What's more, if we don't comply
With the local's wishes, I
Can see us being sacrificed or
Crushed!
Jaune: Okay, that's a good point.
Cinder:
So let's be gods!
The perks are great!
Jaune:
All of Remnant on a plate!
Cinder:
The local's feelings should not be
Rebuffed!
Jaune: Right, never rebuff. Never rebuff the local feeling-
Cinder: (Grabs Jaune, Raises goblet of wine) No, my friend~!
Jaune + Cinder:
It's tough to be a god,
But if you get the people's nod,
Count your blessings,
Keep them sweet!
That's our advice!
Jaune: It's great advice!
Be a symbol of perfection!
Cinder:
Be a legend!
Be a cult!
Jaune + Cinder:
Take their praise
Take a collection
As the multitudes exalt!
Cinder: (Puts on Rage mask, Raises goblet)
Don the supernatural habit!
Jaune: (Dons Sorrow mask, Toasts goblet)
We'd be crazy not to grab it!
Cinder: Exactly!
Jaune + Cinder: (Clink and drink)
SO SIGN UP TWO NEW GODS TO PARADISE~
PARADIIIIIIIISE~!
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SS Month ‘23 - Day 7
Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8
Prompt: Long-Lost Gods AU
Warnings: Mentions of war and death
The earth was still so young in her eyes.
He saw the fondness whenever she spoke of its denizens, the motherly glow imbued in her being and in the way she treated her chosen, bearers of the pale mark of her brow.
Goddess of the spring and the matron of healing, she was practically his opposite in every way. His domain was that of fire, of blood, and passion, and battle; not something he would want humans to follow, yet every passing year brought more and more violence and bloodshed to their little Earth. Their children were less interested in peace and focused on war, and it was hard to look her in the eyes every time one more of her beloved creations perished.
The earthly name she chose for herself was Sakura, based off of the delicate pink blossoms she adored so much. It suited her, he thought; despite the fleeting nature they held, they were awe-inspiring and beautiful.
Life was a fickle, effervescent thing; he knew it well. He’d seen many live and die in his lifetime, and he would be lying had he said it didn’t still affect him in some way. There had been many humans he had favored; humans with potential, humans who could have become great. Despite the rising and waning of the tides of life, still they remained: the Ancient, what some humans perceived to have created life itself, what others called gods.
Despite their centuries watching over their little planet, they aged not. Despite their conflicting natures, they fought not. Each had earned the other’s respect, however begrudging it might have been before, and both were dedicated to their duties.
Sakura sat in her favorite flower glen, knitting together her latest masterpiece; she called it Tsubaki, after a striking young woman with red hair she had met along the forest path, a young woman who had politely asked her help in returning to her village. Its vibrant red color, she had said, reminded her of him - indeed, it was red as the blood shed by his most passionate generals, red as the faces of lovers engaged in courtship, red as the evening sky with its brilliant reds and oranges and yellows.
She had given it to him, one of her most cherished blooms, and it adorned his breast over his heart. If she knew what it meant, she never said a word.
In their “youth”, she had teased him once - called him Sasuke, because he was her helper. He had scowled and pouted then, but something about the way she’d said it felt so light, so sweet - he was only known as Sasuke on her tongue, and he called her Sakura, for the dainty flowers that shared her likeness.
Eons passed for them - humans came and went, nameless faces in an ocean of life - the words of their mother tongue were lost to them, the names of the Ancients that shepherded their lives. Humanity developed its own languages, writing, pantheon; still the beings called Sasuke and Sakura remained, devoted to their vows to this little planet they created.
Eons more would pass before their little planet passed on. Until that age came, Sakura was content to sit in her little flower glen, and Sasuke was content to pass away the days with her, listening to her hum and watching her delicate hands create life.
Sakura smiled gently up at him, holding up her new flower. “Himawari,” she said in the human tongue, and its cheerful blossom shone towards the sky. A summer flower, no doubt, and the thought made his heart skip a beat.
He took the small flower gingerly in his hand, took in its vibrant petals, and tucked it into her hair.
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have another wip idea 🫣
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CHAPTER FOUR: FOLIE À DEUX
Felix struggled as stiff, dead fingers dug into his shoulder and turned him to face the inevitable, as if striking him down from behind wasn’t cruel enough. His own hand scrabbled for the swords at his hip that he already knew weren’t there.
Black armour. A piercing blue eye. Dimitri.
Or: Felix has a bad day, but his friends make it better. Meanwhile, Byleth causes problems on purpose.
Read it now!
#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#fe3h fanfic#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#felix fraldarius#ashe ubert#sylvain gautier#dedue molinaro#fire emblem#sylvix#dedashe#dimilix#gothic folk horror au#old gods au#slow burn#long fic#feral dimitri#eldritch horror dimitri#blood#primalarcwriting#a murder of crows and men#fe3h AMCAM
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When you’re sorting through your notes app and find a dope idea you forgot about
#Old Gods AU#just finished O Death so I need something new#wild kratts#2d chris kratt#2d martin kratt#can you tell Martin’s my favorite to write about
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Old Gods AU, where Molly and Caleb were once gods of a time before Exandria. Upon the ending and passing of that time, their souls are released into the world of Exandria by the current gods. Of course, Molly and Caleb have no clue they were once gods. The powers they once had are extremely dormat and their memories practically lost to history. However, their old god selves were married, and Molly and Caleb tend to act on things that seem quite to natural with each other.
#star canvas#critical role#critical role fanart#criticalrolefanart#critical role au#old gods au#mollymauk tealeaf#mollymauk#caleb widogast#widomauk
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First Meetings #06
[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]
“Come on,” Maedhros whispered, guiding his brother by one hand.
Maglor, with his other hand covering his eyes, set his bare feet down carefully on the floorboards. They needed to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking their parents or one of their nosy little brothers. “I’d be faster if you let me see,” He hissed back.
“Nope, just wait.”
Blindly, he followed the tug on his hand through the living room, kitchen, and—after a brief pause at the door—outside. He felt gritty dust under his toes as they walked along a well-worn path.
“Are you taking me to the barn?” He guessed.
“Shhhh,” Maedhros hushed. “It’s a surprise.”
“Okay,” Maglor laughed. They didn’t need to worry about waking anyone now.
After a bit more walking, they stopped. Maedhros dropped his hand. “Wait here.”
He did and moments later heard the familiar sound of one of the barn doors groaning open. Why would they need to go to the barn in the middle of the night?
“Alright, come on.” Maedhros took his hand again and pulled him forward.
The barn smelled of dust and hay and animals, as it always did. A goat bleated somewhere as they walked between the stalls. Were they going where he thought they were? Surely, it was too soon for that.
“Let me peek,” He pleaded.
“Almost,” The older teen answered with a laugh. “Just a little farther.”
Maglor’s heart sped up with excitement. Could it be? He’d been waiting so long for this, nearly a year, ever since his father pointed at one of the mares they looked after for Uncle Fingolfin and said they’d keep her next foal.
Maedhros stopped, took his shoulders, turned him to face a stall, and pushed him forward until he was standing right in front of the half-door. At last, he wrapped his fingers around Maglor’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his eyes.
Maglor gasped.
A gray foal lay in a pile of fresh straw, illuminated by a lamp hanging in the aisle. Its long legs were folded inelegantly against a bony body in sleep, but to him, it was the most beautiful creature in the barn. The mare stood next to it, head hanging and already half-asleep but still watchful enough to cock an ear toward her visitors.
“Oh, Mae!” He exclaimed, turning around to hug him. “She’s perfect!”
Maedhros smiled, hugging him back. “Pa thought she was close to foaling, and I’ve been checking on her every chance I got so you won’t have to wait an hour longer than you had to.”
“Do you think the mare will mind if I go in with her?”
“No, she’s been sweet all night.”
Maglor was too excited to undo the latch, so he scrambled over the door and dropped down into the thick straw bed. The horse lifted her head for a moment, interested, but quickly relaxed again. He settled next to the foal, not daring to wrap his arms around her as he wanted in case that was frightening. Instead, he laid his head next to hers so he could feel the soft puffs of air across his face as she slept peacefully.
Maedhros rested his elbows on the stall door, grinning down at his brother.
#this family is so silly about their horses you have no idea#(mainly because i haven't written anything about it)#but they love their horsies#getting your own horse is a big deal#maglor is so happy rn#so is maedhors#maglor#maedhros#maedhrosmaglorweek#day 5: new horizons#the silmarillion#old gods au#grimwing writes
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here have a Nerdanel and Caranthir doodle
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The Old Gods Au
@necroticguts has given me permission to use their idea for God Eden and I have spent the day absolutely running with the idea. I'm going to call this the Old Gods Au, and it will be starting shortly!
Also, it's helped me figure out how I'm going to give @bound-tosydney the outdoor sex I promised them. This is going to be a special one. I think you'll like it.
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OH! Hello friend! So sorry you're sick, but we'll prepare your treats with Extra Care! And don't worry!~ Your Little Nym will get some good rest and food before the flight back!
(I'm so sorry you're sick but I hope you feel better very soon! We're all out here rooting for you. Also this is one of the cutest asks I've ever gotten.)
#Old Gods Au#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare attendant#myart#fnaf au#fnaf sb#look at the lil birb#SO CUTEEEE#I tried to make it cute in my style but yours is precious#heres some candy for you!#feel better soon#Sunflower god!Sun#Thistle god!Moon#lilliputian!y/n#self insert#smol au#virtual trick or treat#trick or treat#treats for you#and Nym too
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The Shepherd of Souls
I had an idea for a COTL AU in which the Lamb is a reincarnation of the original god of death, known as the Shepherd of Souls.
#my art#cult of the lamb#the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl au#cotl fanart#relics of the old faith added some very interesting lore surrounding how one would become a bishop#so the idea is that Narinder found the crown after the gods' war#and the lamb was fated to be chosen as his vessel (and eventual successor) because they were the original wearer of the crown#illustration#narilamb#< adding this tag bc. yeah 👍
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