#(its an au where the bishops come back to life

[kathaynesart]

Hey you got anything in your au you want to talk about but no one has asked about?? (Or a au you have not written) (or a head cannon you want to mention)

Haha I always do! Hm, let’s talk briefly about this specific moment with Leo from the recent Interview:

Only a few people have privately messaged me about this line and I feel that it is very important to address for Leo’s character arc.

LEO TED TALK TIME:

Even though Agent Bishop might have been the one to plant the seed, it grew into a weight that Leo would continue to carry long after the man’s passing. It would become the unfinished mission that would haunt him for the rest of his adult life:

“Find the Key, stop the Krang.”

Maybe once years ago there had been a plan on how to achieve this, but by the time this mission is passed on to Casey it has become little more than a desperate mantra reignited by the flames of hope. Frankly it sounds absurd in its simplicity as Leo easily sketches out the image that has endlessly haunted him and instructs Junior to achieve the impossible.

When Casey objects Leo grabs him, frantic, almost breaking. He’s the most distraught we’ve ever seen him in this moment, ordering Casey to simply say it back to him, as if terrified that it might be forgotten.

It is not until Casey repeats the well tread mantra that Leo finally calms. The torch has been passed and some of that weight has finally been lifted off his shoulders. He seems almost serene after that as he reassures Casey. A stark contrast to the terror that had filled him moments ago.

He trusts Casey Junior completely and he knows that the boy does not need his help to succeed where he has failed all his life.

I feel like Leo has come such a long way by this point in his story, but if there's still one thorn left in his side it's this one, and it really shows. At least, that's my interpretation. It's really interesting seeing these little moments from the movie and figuring out what details and hidden nuance can be gleaned from these brief, but powerful interactions.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[the-artist-grimm]

Sooo, I kinda binge read all of your CoTL au, and forgive me if I missed anything, but do your lamb and Narinder ever make-up and work things out? Or more specifically, does Lamb ever forgive Narinder?

They do make up eventually! They just gotta work out other issues first.

The first few months the Lamb basically ignores Narinder and leaves him in the care of an elderly follower who typically takes on ‘troubled’ newbies. Anthea’s tired, they’re confused, they’re grieving Aym and Baal since during their time as vessel they essentially became like a second parent to them, and they’re hurt because for the first time in their life Anthea wanted something. They wanted to tell Narinder their feelings, they wanted to maybe start some sort of life together, like the lamb had never considered having a future out of the guilt of being the survivor, so finally letting themselves indulge that selfish wish just for it to crumble? Did he think so little of them, that an out of context conversation was enough to push him away? Forget him not respecting their privacy deal by listening in-that stung the most. Anthea puts their grief in a box and throws themselves into cult-leader/new god stuff to try and not have time to dwell outside of nightly visits to the graveyard to cry over their family and the twins’ graves. 

Meanwhile Narinder immediately regrets everything after the two of them have a massive argument that first moment he appeared on the indoctrination stone-he realizes he jumped the gun, is now down two children and the person he’d fallen in love with now refuses to so much as look at him. Nona, the elderly deer woman he’d been placed into the care of alongside the Knucklebones Gang as Anthea's parental figures quickly figure out the whole situation is just miscommunication and are trying to get him to just tell the lamb plainly ‘You were doing the exact same thing my siblings did before they betrayed me, I'm sorry I was scared-’, but its kinda hard to do when the lamb just avoids him. Plus he’s thinking he’s earned what he’s got. 

Aym and Baal getting revived is what kickstarts them slowly talking again. When Anthea gets the necklaces from the seller the lamb has no clue how to use them, so they go to Narinder with basically ‘We’re both at fault for their deaths, you’re at the graves as much as me mourning, I’ll put aside everything just please HELP ME’. And he does. Perfectly. Its been 4 months and Anthea’s having a really hard time justifying their anger since he’s been behaving the whole time, and when it comes to the twins only speaks in regards to resurrecting them, works on things/loses sleep preparing the ritual when the lamb has cult things to do, and when an old failsafe left by Shamura activates during the ritual itself he runs to the lambs side to help keep them steady as they break through it. They’re still hurt, but they do realize that they’re being a bit of a jerk ignoring him like this.

The twins also don’t come back mentally ok. Their deaths/the resurrection leaves both with pretty bad PTSD and separation anxiety (they’re like 11-12 they’re too young for all of this), and especially at night the twins alternate between needing Anthea, Narinder, or both nearby to sleep since despite Narinder’s denial he’s their dad 100%, and the Lamb is basically the twins’ maternal parent. It was Anthea being so good with the kits that got them to become friends at first, and it's the kits that slowly help them to be that again. 

It still takes time for them both to be ready to sit down and just explain where their heads were at that day. As Anthea frees the bishops and gets their sides of the story they realize just how much their behavior mirrored the bishops’ prior to their betrayal of Narinder and how much of their behavior in a way mirrors Shamura themself, the ‘oldest sibling’ giving pieces away till nothing was left and they snapped (Anthea never reached that point, but Shamura did with jumping the gun on imprisoning Narinder. Lives of the many over the one with potential to be a risk), and Narinder needs to come to terms with how his imprisonment came to be/make amends with his siblings.

They DO make up after a little over a year, and after everything kinda falls back into place. Things are different sure, but they love each other too much to hold back anymore.

(Love how this AU has become half miscommunication since this pantheon has no clue how to talk to each other, and the other half is the Lamb accidentally adopts two kittens with Narinder before they suddenly have a weird gotta share the kids despite the divorce arc)

[koji-haru]

Time Travel AU Part: 14

Michael had been spending a lot more time in the garden. His visits had become a daily occurrence where he would spend hours with the first man before returning to Heaven at the end of the day. Adam didn’t really mind having the angel around. While he didn’t enjoy having to hide who he truly was whenever the angel was there, having someone to talk to and could reply back was something he welcomed. After having spent more time and actually getting to know the angel, Michael was not what Adam had expected. He was sure the guy was just doing his job of looking after the garden, but the daily visits, the small gifts here and there, and just coming by to ‘spend time’ with him… In Adam’s previous life, he never really talked to the angel. Not because they hated each other, it was more like Adam thought they just would never get along so he never bothered to know the guy. Adam was loud, Michael kept to himself; Adam liked to push Heaven’s boundaries, Michael was a stickler for the rules; Adam liked his parties, Michael was barely seen outside of work. In short, they seemed to be polar opposites. And yet, here they were playing board games as if they were best buddies. 

“But then maybe it’s because of the act I put on,” Adam mused as he waited for Michael to finish his turn. His eyes trailed the angel’s hand as Michael moved a piece across the checkered board and took out his bishop. Another piece he lost. The game wasn’t looking too good for Adam.

“I was wondering,” Adam started, cheek resting on his palm. “Doesn’t Heaven require a lot of your time?”

Michael looked up from the board, his focus broken by Adam’s sudden question. “Oh. Well, I’m quite efficient so I have some spare time,” he replied as he placed the fallen bishop piece on the grass on his side of the board. 

Adam simply hummed in response. Heaven was pretty demanding, but since this was at the start of time, he supposed the workload hadn’t arrived and piled up yet. He shifted his attention back to the game in front of him. The number of pieces he had were dwindling. Only a few pawns remained, two knights, a tower, his queen and, of course, the king. He pondered about putting a few pieces at risk, maybe even sacrificing some of them, just so he could get rid of Michael’s queen piece. Risky, but it could turn the tide. After giving it some more thought, Adam decided his next move. His hand reluctantly placed a knight in line of sight of Michael’s tower piece. 

Hands hovered above the board, pieces moved across closer to victory or sacrificed and taken out, and then after a while, a checkmate to end the game. Adam eyed the board in front of him, he just lost the game. With a defeated sigh, he plopped down onto the soft grass on his back, his head dull and heavy from having to think of his moves and counter moves against Michael. 

“Adam?,” Michael asked, a hint of concern in his voice. “Are you alright?”

“No,” replied Adam. “You’ve vanquished me and destroyed my kingdom. How can I be alright?” He dramatically waved his hand in the air before letting them back down onto the grass with a soft flump. He turned to his side and met Amora’s board gaze staring back at him. “You’ll avenge me, won't you girl?”

The jaguar simply snorted in response as she turned her head away from the first man. 

“Well, you’ve only been getting, so I also had to improve myself to keep up,” Michael chuckled with fondness at Adam’s dramatics. With a snap of his fingers, the wooden board and its pieces vanished in a poof of silver smoke. “By the way,” Michael continued as he inched a little nervously closer to the human, who was still lying flat on the grass. “I remembered you said you’d like the instrument you made, the guitar I think it was, to somehow be made of metals.” He placed a hand on his nape and looked a little sheepishly in a random direction. “I still have some time to spare, so if you want, I can help you with that…”

As if a freezing bucket of water was splashed on him, Adam immediately sat up, his golden eyes sparkling brighter than any star in the sky, an excited childish smile on his lips as he grasped Michael’s hand in astonishment. “Really?!”

The angel’s face became tinted with yellow as warmth rushed to his cheeks at the humans' sudden close proximity. He looked down at his hand encaged between Adam’s soft warm hands, stupefied by the sensations he was feeling. “Uh, uhm, yes?” He cleared his throat, “I mean, yes. If you’d like to.”

Without a second thought, Adam kept a hand held onto Michael’s hand as he dragged the angel towards a specific direction.

The two arrived in a large cave in a corner of the garden. The dark cave glistened and sparkled with various colours as the little light that entered the cave reflected off of the numerous gems and metals that coated the cave’s walls, like distant stars on an expanding night sky. 

“You know, I could have just made the materials you wanted,” Michael commented as he watched Adam examine some colourful rocks with intense scrutiny. 

“Nono, I’d like it to be made from Eden,” Adam answered, his focus still on the ores as he carefully looked for gold. 

Not really understanding what the human was looking for, Michael moved beside Adam trying to follow what his eyes were looking for. “Okay, so what should I look for?”

Adam held up a small rock in front of Michael. It was jagged simple grey rock if not for the spots of gold scattered all across the rock. “Something like this, except we’re going to need way waaay more. My guitar is going to be perfect!,” Adam excitedly replied, his own eyes sparkling brighter than any of the precious stones and metals in the massive cave. 

Michael took the small ore from Adam’s hand, turning it over in his hand as he carefully examined it. The angel thought it was oddly specific; of all the materials Adam could’ve chosen, like it was something he had been wanting for a while now. He looked up again to see Adam already looking for more of that gold speckled rock, his excitement radiating off of him as it bounced off the walls of the cave, infecting even Michael myself. A satisfied feeling warmed his entire being, knowing he was the reason for the first man’s current happiness. Of all the precious materials he could choose from this cave, he would choose this without a second thought. 

The two spent time looking for gold and silver ores. Occasionally, Adam would take out some ores from the container that Michael had picked, or stop the angel from picking it in the first place. “Nono, that’s pyrite not gold,” Adam corrected. He would put a gold ore beside a chalcopyrite ore and try to highlight the difference between the two, while Michael would try to spot the differences but clearly have some difficulty with it. 

“I don’t know how you can tell immediately,” Michael remarked, still holding the two different ores.

“I just can,” Adam shrugged as he put another ore into the container. “There. That should be enough.” He wiped some sweat off his forehead. The hard part was done. Now, it was time for some magic. 

“We won’t use the entire rock?,” inquired Michael.

“No, I just need your help to extract and shape these,” Adam pointed into the coloured specks on the grey rocks. 

With a simple wave of the angel’s hand, the precious metals embedded on the rocks flowed out like liquid through the air as he meticulously shaped them according to his human companion’s wishes. A body consisting mainly of gold, lined with silver at the bottom; a silver neck, and a golden headstock shaped like a lyre. It was a beautiful design, unlike anything Michael had seen before. A heavenly item made from the garden of Eden. 

As soon as it was finished, the golden guitar floated down into the hands of its new owner. Adam gasped in awe when he felt the cool metal hit his skin. Its smooth shiny surface, the intricate carvings, the sound it emitted when he strummed the strings. It was exactly just like his old guitar when he was an angel. It even had that faint heavenly glow! His hands shook from the sheer joy and excitement of having his guitar back.

“Do you want to try play some music with it?,” Michael suggested, his smile warm from the bubbling happiness from inside him. 

Adam shifted the guitar in his arms until it felt right and comfortable, just like back then. His fingers brushed over the strings, strumming it lightly, before he played an alluring melody that echoed faintly within the cave, giving it an otherworldly tone. 

“This song’s for you Michael. As thanks for helping me make this guitar.”

—-

Adam dragged his feet back towards his favourite tree where Amora laid waiting. The sun had set a few minutes ago, the sky had turned from a pinkish orange to purple-blue with the stars blinking one by one as they awoke from their day-long slumber. The day had been long, but eventful and fulfilling. He placed the golden guitar carefully on the ground before allowing himself to slump down beside Amora, her spotted fur always a soft thing to hug against. 

He let out a deep satisfied sigh as he released Amora from his hug and turned to lay on his back. More stars had started to show on the darkening night sky, the moon slowly inching its way to the highest point of the night. 

“You know, I didn’t think Michael would be that nice,” he told the jaguar. “Waaay nicer and better than that snake Lucifer. Definitely the cooler brother.” He sat up and held the new guitar up to show Amora. “Look! He even made me this guitar! Isn’t it cool?”

Amora simply gave the guitar a bored stare before lying her head back down on the soft grass. 

“You’re so mean sometimes you know,” huffed Adam as he let exhaustion drag him back down towards the grass. 

The sky tonight was absent of any clouds, never-ending a dark blue canvas that expanded beyond the eye could see, speckled with white shining glitter all over it, and a bright round moon that commanded silent attention from all. The night’s cool breeze glided over his skin, taking away the excess warmth from his day activities, the stillness of the dark, a lullaby that encouraged his eyes to close and for his body to rest. 

Adam let out a yawn, sleep was calling to him. “Honestly, I’m glad to have someone like Michael as a friend.”

A loud, almost mocking, snort stopped the first man from falling into sleep. He turned his head to face the disapproving look of the jaguar. “There you go again. What’s with that look?,” asked Adam, completely bewildered by Amora’s recent behaviour. “You used to be much sweeter…”

And because she’s an animal, Amora couldn’t talk the way Adam did. So, she communicated what she meant by moving closer to the human and draping her large paw over him almost like a suffocating embrace. 

“Wha– Hey!,” cried out Adam, his voice slightly muffled by the fluff that was suddenly on him. 

Despite his struggles, Amora easily kept Adam still beneath her paw and began to lick his head, like a mother grooming her precious child who still knew nothing about the things around him.

Part 13

Part 15

[ane-doodles]

What is the Becomes the Hunter AU?

It is the second AU created after CFP. Unfortunately it is also the one that I have drawn and developed the least, since what caught my attention the most was the idea instead of the story.

Still I recently made a remake of the beginnings of the lamb, so I hope you enjoy it:

Warning of a long rambling below

Basically it was born from the idea that the lamb was… Really a lamb, a child (approx 6-12 years old).

In this AU the lamb is captured along with its family and flock. Day after day he sees them disappear one by one, and although he doesn't really see them die, he knows what is happening. He stays with his mother until the last second until he inevitably ends up alone.

On the day of his sacrifice he is scared, crying without being able to pronounce a word…

When he dies he does not get up, the shock and fear make him kneel on the ground crying without understanding what is happening.

In the distance Narinder notices the presence of a soul in his domain. Hearing the sobs in the distance he sends the twins to find out what it is and bring it to his presence.

Aym and Baal find a boy kneeling on the ground shaking and crying his eyes out. Slowly approaching, they end up taking the little boy to his master, and it is at that moment that Narinder understands that the prophecy that will free him has begun… Although a little more different than he expected.

The lamb (whose name is Tao) remains in Narinder's domain for a long time basically growing under his care. He completely trusts the god of death who received him and cared for him and taught him to fight and defend himself, to the point where he blindly believes everything he tells him. He is extremely talkative and not very careful. He has grown up alongside Baal and Aym as role models.

Narinder on his own has no problem waiting a little longer for his vessel, and having the opportunity to "mold" him at such a young age is beneficial. Although everything starts with the intention of manipulating him, he inevitably ends up developing a certain affection for the little boy (in a more familiar sense, similar to what we have as headcanon with Aym, Baal and Narinder in which he has raised them).

Eventually the day comes, Tao (12 years old) receives his first and most important mission: to become Narinder's vessel and free him from his confinement.

When he reaches the mortal world again, so much time has passed after his death that the bishops have forgotten him and the world has forgotten his species. Tao finds the ground for the future cult and begins to prepare it on his own. Ratau is sent to help him when the lamb has trouble getting followers for the cult because well… It's hard to take seriously a child who invites you to join a cult in his name.

Slowly the cult grows. Tao defeats enemies but even though he has trained since his youth and is quite skilled, he is still a child which is why he dies quite often (think about playing on hard mode). Fortunately, each death means a visit to his new "family." Tao tries and overexerts himself to fulfill his mission and please Narinder, putting himself at risk and screwing up in order to obey the words of the god of death.

During this period he becomes friends with Ratau and Forneus, the two of them being the only ones who look after the boy's well-being during his crusades and his stay in the cult. By spending time with them, Tao feels in a warmer and more familiar environment.

Eventually (two years later) the mission comes to an end. The lamb is happy to have accomplished its task and is willing to return home to finish.

[Extra note that I didn't know where to put: during these years Narinder has begun to care for Tao more directly, giving him advice and guidance and comforting him when he needs it. He has simply come to love him.]

When Narinder asks for the crown back he orders Tao to also give up his life, as it is part of the ritual (his plan is that after restoring his powers he will resurrect the lamb and allow it to live in the cult along with him, but he never mentions it). in front of the child). Tao is perplexed and confused… The fear he felt at the beginning returns but this time it is combined with the rage of betrayal.

Tao fights, claiming how Narinder is equal to the other bishops who killed him and that he should never have trusted him. In a fit of rage, Tao throws the crown to the ground and destroys it, causing a collapse between the world of the living and the dead.

Tao wakes up in the middle of the forest, dazed and with a scratch-shaped scar on his chest. The rage within him continues to burn along with the desire for revenge when he learns that Narinder is alive and trapped in a mortal body, which is why he makes it his personal mission to hunt down the god of death.

On the other hand, Narinder (who did not actually attack the lamb but rather prevented it from being destroyed) is dedicated to escaping from his hunter and gathering the pieces of the crowns while at the same time looking for a way to explain what happened. it really happened.

……

Technically that is the story as such. Then there are the chases and so on.

Here are some extra details:

Tao knows that Forneus is Baal and Aym's mother from the beginning, which is why he ends up as a kind of messenger between both worlds for them.

Tao is especially good at sermons, having adopted mannerisms and a more formal way of speaking from Narinder, but his mischievous and impatient personality outside the temple has made it difficult to take him seriously.

Forneus and Ratau are kind of parents to Tao even though he doesn't really realize it. When Tao returns after destroying the crown, he is upset and it is the presence of these two that calms him down.

Although he is blinded by his desire for revenge, he is also still a child, which is why he is confused, sad and hurt. There are days when he doesn't feel like hunting and instead stays in a clearing in the middle of the forest to cry for a while.

The family-adoptive relationship between Tao and Narinder is mutual although they have not discussed it directly

Although Tao is angry with Narinder he doesn't really want to kill him

Even though Narinder is good with words, he really screwed up by not mentioning his plan to Tao.

Tao meets Baal and Aym on one of their forays into the forest. The three are looking for Narinder. Tao proposes that if they help him find him then he will take them to their mother who is waiting for them.

And that would be all! As an extra piece of information I would like to add that when I first drew Tao I loved his design but something caught my attention… That's when I realized that he looked like Narilamb's secret child in some way.

[resquices-of-godhood]

I was going to post about the Bishops first, but... I think it's better we start with the titular character of the game and their counterpart instead.

Leoda the Lamb: Their name means "Of the people" in German, which is fairly fitting, given their position and general behavior.

As a vessel, Leoda is very similar to their canon appearance, safe for the wool not being as puffy, which requires it to be tied up with a headband to keep out of their eyes. During that time, they used the Fleece of the Fates and had a preference for swords throughout most of their original crusading under the orders of The One Who Waits. Most importantly during this period, however, is how well they used and manipulated curses, being a natural from as soon as they received the very first one to wield. Only other notable change to other sheeps is the fangs they get from the crown's connection, though its easily concealed.

After becoming the rightful bearer of the red crown, however, a lot starts to change. Physically, they get the ability to manifest a pair of crimson wings from under their fleece during the battle in the land of the dead. In the following months, a third eye opens up on their forehead (kept closed most of the time) and their teeth become a more balanced mix of carnivore and herbivore. They stop wielding the crown altogether, instead relying on curses only, while also starting to use the Fleece of Cursed Crusade.

Leoda is the last living sheep in the Land of the Old Faith. Sacrificed by the Bishops, they find themselves in the land of the dead, where The One Who Waits is... Well, waiting for them.

Even before their sacrifice, they are entirely devoted to the Bishop of Death, specially after they start interact with him more often during their crusading days, learning how much their god actually cares.

Most of the following events surrounding the game are the same, except that, after Heket's defeat, Leoda is summoned by The One Who Waits to then be informed what awaits them at the end of the journey, so, by the time they are to put down their life and return the crown, they not only are expecting it, but are ready and willing.

The Red Crown, however, is not.

It takes control of Leoda's body, manipulating it like a puppet as they fight Baal, then Aym, then The One Who Waits himself, all the while the Lamb is not only conscious, but desperately trying to fight back against the influence of the crown the whole time. It only relents and let go once the now former god of Death is laying down on the ground defeated. With the damage done, but not willing to kill their god, Leoda instead sends him to be indoctrinated into the cult.

After indoctrinating him, the lamb takes the broken body of Narinder to the healing tend, and for the next four days they check to see how they are recovering, only to be met with cursing and lashing out from the delirious three eyed panther.

Upon leaving the tent after one of the visits, the cults healer, Saleos, approaches the Lamb and comments how, whenever Narinder is lashing out, he seems to be aiming at the crown, so they should leave it in their personal tent for the next visit.

The morning of the following day comes, and Leoda, following Saleos' advice, comes to the healing tent without the crown, only to be met with a more sober, albeit still weakened, Narinder having their wounds cleaned and dressed. That's when they learn what really happened in that fight: the crown has betrayed them both.

Narinder by choosing Leoda over him.

Leoda by possessing and forcing them to fight Narinder.

That was when the Lamb vowed never to wield the crown again, even as a tool. They will perform their role as the new god of Death and Judgement, but they will not give the crown a single inch more of their will. And so they do, meeting the Mystic Trader and releasing the Bishops from purgatory.

And that's the point where the AU begins.

By the time Gayne crossed into Leoda's timeline, they were already well into the infant god stage, and replacing the Purple Crown of their timeline of origin for the Lamb's did not reset that progression. Their Purple Crown was sent back to their timeline, where it belongs. By the time they did cross, they already had an extra pair of arms sprouting from the middle of their chest, as well as six extra, smaller eyes surrounding the original two (remain closed unless he is having a vision stemming from Future Knowledge, willing or otherwise), a pair of large metal wings and more pronounced fangs that poke out of their mouth (similar to Shamura's, but not as large), as well as a damaged eye that they keep covered by an eyepatch. Although they can see through that eye, anyone that sees it say it's rather disconcerting to look at. They prefer to use axes during crusades, and are incredibly good at timing their swings in tricky but powerful ways. While they do use the occasional curse, it's not their first choice during combat.

Gayne the Goat: Besides the obvious joke, the name means "Ingenuity; Cunning; Trickery" from the French engaingne. It describes well the general demeanor of this Goat: a cunning trickster, so much so you might as well give them a spear and call them Odin. The more asshole-y traits comes from the environment of their timeline of origin, and tone down significantly with time in Leoda's.

Gayne's timeline is a lot different from Leoda's. Instead of the Bishops betraying Narinder, Shamura's prophecy instead created a schism in the Old Faith, sending the 5 remaining gods into an all out war amongst themselves. As a result, none of them are crippled by trying to imprison the Red Crown's bearer, but they are now locked into war, every Bishop's army having an advantage that makes even the Bishop of War struggle to come up with strategies. It's a thousand years of never ending bloodshed, with Bishops appointing vessels so they can try to get something, anything, to get an advantage, before recalling the crowns when they need to get personally involved in the frontlines.

So it goes until Shamura finds themself a most peculiar vessel: a very cunning, yet deeply devoted, goat that is a menace in the battlefield. As this Shamura has both not lost their mind as well as they withdrew themself deeper and deeper in their godhood to avoid their failure as head of their pantheon and elder sibling, so they are a more cruel and manipulative, fully taking advantage of Gayne's devotion, dependence and love for the spider.

The thing is, Gayne is more than Shamura bargained for. Not only did they fell the other Bishops and conquered their lands, they also turned on the Bishop of War when they were ordered to give up their life and return the crown. The ensuing battle resulted on Gayne's metal wings that they keep folded as a second fleece layer, as well as the permanent scarring of their left eye.

At that point, their timeline started to unravel. There was no god of Death alive to keep things stable (Narinder was the last Bishop to fall before Shamura), and new crown bearers starting popping out from the former territories of the other Bishops to challenge the remaining god for power, but how does an infant god defeats a veteran war deity and god killer? It had been a few months by the time they find themself in the remnants of Anura at the same time that Leoda is struggling against a particularly strong opponent in the same area.

As both look at a puddle at the same time while Leoda is trying to recover their breath enough to continue the fight, that's when Gayne crosses over, going all out against the cultist threatening them and winning. A talk with the Lamb and a teleportation to the cult later and the Goat starts settling in, taking in this timeline's Purple Crown while the one from their timeline seemingly vanishes into a puddle of ichor.

They help Leoda to release the Bishops from purgatory, and that's where the AU starts.

Both are roughly on the same spot in regards to godhood, about a year and a half into the infant god stage.

[cowbok]

I have 2 main AU's for COTL

First one is "Between Life and Death" that's less cannon compliant to the game as it focused mostly on Narilamb

Where Lamb was once the god of Life and the sixth god to survive the purge, being part of the Old Faith for a while but not quite fitting in with the rest of the bishops.

Everything turned out south after Narinder and them fell in love, as the very action of two gods falling in love was forbidden, even more so gods of completly different realms like them. Shamura holded this value.

Specially after Narinder crafted ressurection as a gift for the Lamb.

Thousands of years after Narinders imprisionment and Lamb's persecution. They don't remenber who they were anymore, reincarted in a mortal's body. When they first saw Narinder they couldn't remember a thing or why the cat was acting so sad with them.

They still help Narinder and in the process, maybe some of their memory will come back. Or maybe not.

Second AU is "Kindness Doctrine" where is basically the lamb taking the most humane, kind and good-hearted rute in the game (This is more Cannon compliant to COTL)

Even allowing the bishops a form of mercy by letting them confess regrets and make peace with their deads.

The lamb tries so hard to choose kindness in a world that makes them want to choose Corruption every single day.

All in the name of the one and only thing they remember about their kin, the sheep-folk. The only lesson that stayed with them after so long, even after they forgot their family's faces.

"Don't you know why gods crave our blood the most? Its because ours is the most kind, pure blood to ever touch this lands.

Why does a sheep overgrow their wool? Just to share with others that are cold.

Little lamb, may the wolf hidding inside that fleece, be as kind hearted as the lamb wears it"

A song. A rhyme. The only thing they have left after the genocide of the lambs.

Even when everything tells them to go the villain route, they decide not to. They decide to care and nourish this cult instead, and show them love.

"And so, when i ascend into godhood, you and your brothers will be ridiculized! I'll show them that you can ascend without the need to spill innocent blood" -Lamb

(This AU also has Narilamb because i love Narilamb, don't bother me lol)

[skyartworkzzz]

AUS

hand em over

THE PANDORA'S BOX HAS BEEN OPENED UVE BEEN WARNED

List under the cut with me tryna be as brief as I can without spoiling a lot cuz I Will Prepare These Meals Eventuall-

GhostHunters AU

In this one, Lambert is a paranormal and horror youtuber alongside a few of my follower OCs, their content revolves around exploring abandoned places in search for ghost activities

The Bishops would be evil spirits here, possessed by vengeful desires

Eventually the ghosthunters go to an abandoned mansion famous for a family murder that happened in it long ago (smtng like the Amityville tragedy), which would be the Bishops mansion

As they spend time inside the house, they discover many secret passages, underground labyrinths and tombs, until coming to the dark realization that what seemed to have been an abandoned mansion actually turned out to be a secret spot for cult meetings, and with recent activity

I wanted to do this one in the style of camera-recording kinda shit yk, like told from the POV of somebody carrying a camera with night vision because there would be chases

There would be a time where everything goes dark in the mansion and the gang becomes trapped inside the house, so they try to find a way out through the basement, which is where they discover the secret passages to the cultists' ritual place

Throughout the journey, Lambert would've become accidentally attached to Narinder's ghost after finding a belonging of his which they were possessed into bringing along with them. Narinder then becomes a "personal guide" for Lamby as they make it through the mansion; he makes sure to keep them alive while showing little to no regard for their companions, much to Lambert's disdain (obv)

In actuality, Narinder's plan is to get Lambert out of the house in order to later possess their body, as a mean to come back to life himself

Lambert is the only one able to see Narinder....except for Felix. Ive now decided he would be the "I see dead people" guy hello

Beauty & The Beast AU

Lambert was given as sacrifice to appease Narinder’s hunger in order to avoid a prophecy from coming true, but in the end they did exactly what they were supposed to (this part is not too different from the game-)

Narinder is kept in a temple-castle kind of building, surrounded by a dead river and dense forests, with some of the nature already obstructing its way into the castle so you can find trees and moss in there on someplaces. The building is HUGE and used to be where Nari and his siblings lived in together, so there are many rooms

All Bishops are instead addressed as Lords. They are also huge, at least 3 meters and up taller than normal-sized creatures and still rulers of their respective domains. After the quarrel with Narinder, they all decided to live in their own lands inside their own temples and have been ruling the world likeso ever since

Lambert is the last of their kind, they were living with Ratau and Ratoo who are farmers, until the Bishops took them away to give to Narinder

Narinder was sealed in chains, his physical body is trapped inside of a room, until he eventually managed to project his eldritch self outside of it. So who Narinder is now is nothing more than the condensation of his power and soul. The sacrifices were offered to stop him from growing stronger and eventually lock him back into his carcass.

Narinder doesn't let anyone inside the room with his body inside, and carries the key for it wrapped around his ribcage

Narinder is cursed to stay within the grounds of his temple, he cannot leave to go beyond the bridge or even outside to his own yard, or else he gets burnt

Lambert eventually falls for the beast and promises to help him escape

Band AU

In this AU, the Bishops have a band known as (The) Bishops Of The Old Faith, until Narinder's plans for the band as a whole diverts from his mates, so he quits to make his own music group called The Ones Who Wait alongside Aym and Baal

Lambert is an orphan who was raised by Ratau (and Ratoo for a while). They work at his pub, The Lonely Shack, and play music for costumers from time to time on Fridays and Wednesdays

Both Ratau and Lambert have always been big fans of the BOTOF band, until Narinder split to create TOWW, which Lamby continued to listen to because Nari was in it. Eventually, auditions for a new member were open and Lamby decided to take the chance to sign up

They fail at first for being too nervous, but luckily the same night, Narinder (whilst undercover) visits the Lonely pub and perceives Lambert's performance, now more convinced of their abilities given how more naturally they played out compared to the audition. Lambert then joins TOWW's band as a roadie, doing what has to be done until Narinder is sure that they can handle the pressure of working with him

They eventually gain more recognition from the bandmates for their talents and manages to become an official member

The drama starts when TOWW becomes more and more popular, because although Lambert joined in, they hate the spotlight whilst Narinder is ambitiously seeking fame

Also in this AU, each Bishop has their own family! Nari included :D Which I may or my not design depending on how I feel about it UHANSJDMAKD

Royal AU

Fun fact about this one: was solely based on the fact that I wanted to see Lambert in this scene from the Cinderella movie Ever After, screaming about their family and getting viciously reprehended for it (love me angst <3)

Lambert is a peasant who had their family murdered by the Bishops for presumably not paying their taxes due to poverty, so they lived on the streets for a couple of years and lived off from stealing food and counting on luck to have a roof above their head for the night

The Bishops are addressed as Kings and Queens (except for Shamura, who is a Ruler) and each reign over their respective lands with their own castles to live in, but they govern under the same rules which are discussed in a communal temple at the middle of all the lands

Narinder is an exiled king who rules the lands of Limbo, which are smtng like a forbidden place of sorts. After his sibling quarrel, Nari was cursed to stay inside his own lands, being physically unable to leave his own territory, only its visitors are able to come and go unless they are blessed by the Red Crown

In the meantime he has been trapped, Narinder trained his armies for the day they are able to go forth from their barriers. He knows that they wouldn’t last against the power of 4 Crowns, but he cannot cast his own blessing upon his soldiers for it would prevent them to leave his kingdom as well, so he must break the curse first. He has been sending out thieves and spies in order to find the incantation and steal it away for him

One day, Lambert unknowingly sneaks into Narinder's room to hide away from guards who caught them stealing. When Narinder spots them, he is rather impressed by their abilities to make it past his own guards and him, so instead of giving them away he asks his army to train them (his plan is to eventually send them out as well to retrieve the curse incantation)

Lambert then becomes a knight apprentice under Ratau's care, who's a veteran and one of the most skilled warriors of Narinder

As time goes by, Lamby grows fond of their king and - ofc- falls for him, smtng which the King learns about through mind-reading and takes advantage of in order to increase Lambert's loyalty for him

Eventually, Lambert learns that their family was not killed for not paying their taxes, but rather because they were part of a resistance group that was against the Crowns. This will futurely make things harder for them to trust Narinder since he is a crown bearer and for Narinder to manipulate them, since he woudve developed feelings until there

Post-Apocalyptic AU

THIS ONE IS STILL FRESH NEW But I believe smtng like- hm Stranger Things, Last Of Us type of shit with how the monsters would look like

Maybe an apocalypse brought by literal Hell creatures, a lab failure or perhaps an organized doom

Maybe inspired by The Walking Dead games, how in some of them there were ppl who actually acted as if they ruled over the others, so like- I think the Bishops would be smtng amongst these lines "oh u want our resources? work for us" yk

Narinder would probably be an inbetween of that, but I like to imagine him as partially infected.....which is what makes him stronger than most

Whilst Lamb is one of the few, very rare few who is immune!

I think Lambert's family tried to get help with the Bishops once, but they didn't help them out, so Lambert grew resentful of them ever since and has lived on their own for a while alongside Ratau, until they eventually meet Aym and Baal who secretly work for Narinder, by scouting around the area to bring him food (which are. corpses........yeah)

Ill give this one some thought but it exists yes UINDJKLDAS

Rebellion AU

This one is also fresh new so I havent developed much of it aside from fantasizing about specific scenes, but basically: this AU explores the "what if the sheeps were stronger"

So every sheep here is much more violent than what I personally imagine them to be in the original game, they have a known base and village which is high-mid populated and are at constant war with heretics

The Bishops are also much stronger and beastial-like, succumbing fully to the power of the Crowns in order to resist against the sheeps' rebellion; their behavior is much colder and demonic, with little to no space for human emotions

The One Who Waits would be the sheeps' deity, which they worship and work their asses off in order to free

In this AU, Lambert's family is alive! But tragically more traumatized than their original selves

Maybe for the sake of the ship, I think the Lamb could either dream about Narinder every night for being very devoted to him, so they get ""divine interventions"" hehe, OR Narinder's presence could indeed be....lingering in the real world as a ghost of sorts or brief apparition, given that now the sheeps are fighting back the Crowns' power, that means that their influence wouldve been weaker. Which therefore could make way for their power over Narinder's prison to weaken as well, meaning that he could in fact be fred by simply killing the Bishops.

In Undertale language, this is basically a horror x fell version of COTL UDNJDSKDMASD

I THINK THESE ARE ALL THE ONES I CAN Say smtng about for now I still have to think more throughly about Role Swap, Pirates, maybe a Mafia one...................... not to mention the last 2 need more work to them as well

BUT THESE ARE THE AUS I HAVE IN STOCK FOR NOW I hope yall enjoy the read tysm for asking HURGHHK!!! 😭💜

[darktapufifi]

Felt silly so I decided to write up some lore/info for Billy :)

Space Riders AU (made by @onyxonline)

SillyBilly (Formerly; The Laughing Priest) - Average critter height - He/Any

(I haven't had time to draw my boy so have some temporary gacha versions)

In order:

Off duty uniform

On duty uniform

Underwater uniform

Casual outfit

Sleepwear

Gala events

Have I thought of their powers yet? Nah

will i eventually come up with something perfect and make it cannon permanently? Probably

SillyBilly's history below (its long)

For the longest time, as far back as they can remember, Billy was under the Prototype's control. He was a high bishop in his ranks, always successful on his outings to conquer and convert and spread the word of his god and the promised 'Joyous Heaven', spreading the 'Joy' and red smoke across many planets. He did this all because, at some point, he had grown reliant on the smoke and lost his sense of self; what he knew before of his life was gone, just a subservient pawn for the Prototype. His reign as the 'Laughing Priest' lasted years, with many outside of the cult referring to him as the 'Devil Priest' due to his horns and mannerisms when confronted; his twisted humor and malicious intentions for any Space Rider that drew near were normal for them; however, there was something odd about him: he would never kill.

Unfortunately, it was never meant to last, as one day a Space Riders unit managed to apprehend him and take him back into custody. He was devastated that he lost, stripped of his mask and the red smoke he so desperately needed and locked up for his crimes and for his own safety, as it was clear to everyone around them at that time that they were not of sound mind. He was given help, against his will at first, constantly preaching on about the Prototype and suffering through the withdrawals of the red smoke, but eventually breaking free of the cult mindset, though ultimately being left with nothing, no memories, no past, just his name and his charm—something from his past that reminded him far too much of his time spent under the Prototype's control.

Over the course of a few years, he grew to know himself better, showing improvement and growth, to the point where he openly expressed his desire to help others stuck in the situation he was in, actively wanting to redeem himself for his actions and to right the wrongs in his life. Doing his best despite the prejudice or fear he might face, especially from those who know of his past. He works harder than most and puts in effort above and beyond what is required for every task he does, even if he doesn't take breaks on top of that. He manages to always wear a smile while doing work and to keep a goofy and considerate personality about him, no matter the situation. He is an asset to any crew he joins, keeping the mood high and the tension low. Once the Prototype's pawn, he is now a loyal knight to the Space Riders.

 

Though that's not to say there aren't any lasting effects of his past, when going out on missions, he always has to wear his mask no matter what, as any consumption (inhalation, etc.) would not end well. Despite what many may think, his humor is a way to cope with them, naturally incorporating it into his personality without a second thought. He also suffers from insomnia due to nightmares of his past, which leads him to be an avid coffee drinker, not letting on to anyone about his situation or how he's doing; only a very select few know of his conditions, especially those of the medical staff that worked on his case, and he likes to keep it that way.

(Also additionally, SillyBilly from the past in his Laughing Priest fit for those who read this far <3)

(all of this additional info is being posted to SillyBilly's UnVale page as well)

[artemiseamoon]

Le sigh, went to work on a weekly wip, revived Frightfest instead. I’m currently completing something I started for fun last October.

Angel x Rae - Children of the Corn modern AU

Preview💫

“Don't sneak up on me! “ Rae took a deep breath, “sorry I almost stabbed you.”

“Careful with that thing.”

“This is the last place to check then -“ before she could finish her sentence, Angel kicked the stall door open, “ you’re so subtle.”

Seeing it was empty, Angel turned to her with a frustrated expression. “I'm sick of this weird shit - ” he kicked open the last stall, ready to shoot anything that moved.

“Don't! Please!” a small voice cried.

Angel froze, glanced at Rae, then back at the small child crouched in the corner on the floor. The kid couldn’t have been anymore than 10 years old. Fear filled her big eyes as she stared right at the gun.

Angel shook his head, then met Rae’s eyes again. She slowly moved infront of him to get a closer look at the kid. She was dirty, disheveled, and looked famished. She was also gripping a ratty old doll for dear life.

Angel put his hand infront of Rae, but she walked around him again anyway.

“Hey, are you in trouble?” Rae asked.

The little girl kept staring at the gun as she shook, then eventually nodded.

“What's your name?”

After hesitating, she replied in a weak voice, “Sarah.”

Rae touched her chest, then pointed to Angel, “I'm Rae, that's Angel.”

Tears rolled down the little girls face, and though Angel didn’t like this shit at all, he damn sure wasn’t going to shoot a kid. He lowered the gun, but didn’t put it away.

Rae kneeled down infront of her. “Are you alone? Where are your parents?”

She nodded yes, “the cornfield.”

Angel’s eyes moved between her and the kid, “the cornfield?”

Rae shrugged, “what are they doing there?”

“All the grown ups are there.” Sarah replied, still holding the doll tight.

Rae made her voice even quieter, “Sarah, why are all the grown ups there?”

Sarah shook her head anxiously, “ Isaac put them there.”

A chill ran down their spines.

“Who the fuck is Isaac?” Angel asked.

Rae

Coming to A03 this month.

In the meantime I recommend my spoozy szn baby, it got no love sadly, but is still one of my fav movie au’s I’ve done. I think its totally worth a read:

[sleepis4theweak]

FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS, YOU SAY? FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS YOU SHALL RECEIVE (Or at least somewhat related to the au questions...)!!

How did you originally come up with the story? Have you planned it out? Have you made any changes since you first thought of it?

What's your fav Mikey dynamic? Do you think it shows in the comic? My personal fav is PB & J duo :>>

Who's your least favorite character in the comic to draw?

Who's your favorite character to draw?

Where did Madame Bishop (I forgot her name- she had one didn't she?..was it Joanne? MAN I HAVE AMNESIA) get that scar from?

IS... IS MIKEY GONNA STAY DEAD...? 😰

Can we have a sneak peek by any chance? :3

What do you think Madame Bishop (...yeah might be Joanne...) would have been like in the doomed timeline?

ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF, I'LL LEAVE YOU OFF WITH A PUN : Have you heard of the theory that no two people see color the same? I guess that would mean color is just a pigment of our imagination 🤔

YAYYAYAYAYYA THANK YOU I GOT VERY EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE YAY!

ANYWHO LONG ANSWERS BUT:

1- This was honestly supposed to be a two part comic. The entire au is based off of experiences I have had (minus the whole dying part of course) with my cousins and or brother. The first part was about Donnie and Mikey- and Mikey having the puppy dog eyes that Donnie couldn't do. That was about my cousin! It was supposed to just be like oh look Mikey can do puppy eyes. And then I saw something about how kids that struggle with understanding emotions can practice expressions in the mirror sometimes* and was like haha I should add this since it's actually something I used to do as well! THEN I wrote the line about him wanting to be the youngest and I mean... my brain went straight to "now what if Mikey dies"...

I didn't expect people to like it as much as they did tbh... so when people started to really comment on it I was like okay I should bring Mikey back to life... But then it turned into a whole au...

It's almost entirely planned out now! And most comics are still based off of stories of things that have happened with my cousins or brother! (Like how I smashed my cousins legos because I was angry at him.... its a long story lol).

*(It can also be something that kids with autism do... and someone actually pointed it out! ->)

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2- Thats a really hard one... I think my fav has to do with the situation I guess? Or how I'm feeling? But Donnie and Mikey are probably my favorite overall! But only by a teensy tiny bit.

Raph and Mikey are my favorite angst wise, and the ones I can relate to the most. Leo and Mikey are really fun, and I really like using it to explore responsibility.

I think it does show in the comic! I mean I went straight to the PB & J duo- and then with Leo and Mikey I really explored responsibility. With Raph and Mikey it was shorter, but it was a lot more emotional for me personally. And right now Raph and Mikey are really getting the spotlight. Though Leo and Mikey are the main ones in the next update! :)

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3- DONNIE. OMFG DONNIE IS SO RECTANGULAR AND ITS TERRIBLE. ITS WHY HE'S HANGING HALF IN HALF OUT OF A LOT OF FRAMES BECAUSE I HATE DRAWING HIM. I've definitely gotten better at him tho! Example for u ->

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4- I think Leo is the easiest to draw, with Mikey coming in second! My favorite to draw though is definitely Mikey. I like his mask tails :) Also he's my favorite in general hehehe

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5- LMAO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE NAME JOANNE CAME FROM IM LAUGHING SO HARD- THATS HER CANNON NAME NOW. ITS CANNON HER NAME IS DR. JOANNE BISHOP.

She got that scar from an experiment! Idk which one... but she was experimenting on something and it freaked and scratched her! :3

It isn't too important to the story, but it may add some depth/explanation to some of her reactions later on.

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6- ... lemme tell you, I have gotten this ask so many times... BUT CONGRATS I WONT DELETE THE ASK THIS TIME JUST FOR YOU <3

Usually I answer the ask, wait until I'm sure the person sending it saw my response and delete it to keep the mystery alive hehe... but I won't delete this one.

No. Mikey is not gonna stay dead. I mentioned it in the first one, but the comic was supposed to end with him maybe dead maybe not... but since the au is continuing... I don't like it when characters die :( Its sad so he was never gonna be actually dead. So yes, he will come back! Its just gonna take a bit...

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7- YOU MAY! I was considering which spoiler to give you... but I've decided to give you a big spoiler... just cropped. :) Because I'm evil like that :))

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8- Hmmm.... idk to be honest, I haven't thought about it... I think she would be just... even crazier. Like batshit insane.

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THAT PUN MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD- THANK YOU FOR THAT AND THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IT MADE MY DAY <3

[lammydraws]

I hate to be the one to send multiple asks a day. But ya did said to ask about your AU for a long Infodump. So color me curious and infodump away.

alright! i guess i can talk about Ruby and Emerald's past a little also dont feel bad to send multiple asks a day! its actually really nice :) Emerald - (they/he/she) well Emerald does not have too much to tell, they lived in a Lamb colony with their family and community, but after the prophecy they had to be constantly in the move. Emerald is actually relatively self sufficient, even traveled by themselves for a short amount of time. They were scared who to trust, especially when it comes to other species. They watched many of their kind get captured and killed before they themselves got captured, judged to be "pure" and imprisoned until all others of their kind were killed.

Emerald is not actually their real name. Their real name is ashy, but Ruby refuses to use it. They use both names interchangeably, but Ruby only calls them Emerald.

Ruby - (they/he) Ruby! My beloved fucked up lamb. They are, something, for sure haha. Coming from a timeline where Bishops had no preference over which lamb to stand last they only survived by being the strongest, fastest and smartest. Also some luck, probably. Even before receiving the crown they were a little, well, unhinged. They had no problem manipulating, lying and killing to get what they want. They probably have killed other lambs as well. Ruby does not remember much of their past before the Crown, including their real name. The Red Crown makes sure of that :)

The Crown corrupts their mind to make them more violent and power hungry, but all of that doesn't come from nothing. It acts more like an amplifier to what was already there. Ruby was not doing bad on crusades, but probably has some trauma from Narinder regardless, since Narinder always wanted them to do better. Anyways, Ruby is probably the most ideal vessel Narinder can hope for, running the cult mostly through fear, more than their charm. Although, they can be charming, but converting by force, threatening of their life or even torture proofed to be more effective for Ruby. Followers for them are just as disposable as resources, they don't shy back from sacrificing or straight up murdering them if it's convenient. They surely enjoy inflicting fear and pain onto others, like the little fucked up sadist they are.

Ruby likes to collect little trophies, like bones of the bishops they slayed which they attach to their fleece. They actually never collected any other fleece since they don't care enough to help people to get the holy talismans, but that didn't stop them from succeeding at killing the bishops.

[puppetsoftomorrow]

Hi, i love your idea for an au avalance fic with angel ava. You can have her struggle with her humanity and what being an individual means as angels are part of something greater. Sara can also struggle with her resurrection (she wasnt brought back by the lazarus pit and she doesn't have a blood thirst but there can still be consequences/ nightmares prophetic dreams, demon possession). Maybe ava breaking the rules created a tear between heaven, hell and earth and other magical creatures & demons escaped and they team up to investigate. They can meet other characters like constantine, charlie, the tarazis, ray/nate, nora, damien etc. Bishop can be the god. Ava can be stuck in purgatory and sara goes to save her, you can do au versions of the summer camp episode, the totems and beebo. Idk what else. I can't wait to see what you'll come up with and what others will suggest. <3

yess i love this!! i've got lots of snippets of dialogue atm rather than Plot but i def want ava struggling with what it means to be mortal and human and sara struggling with being alive again and how to live. i think i like the idea that sara believes ava was cast out wheres ava actually left to save sara's life. i like the idea of purgatory too... its taking shape thru the dialogue, hopefully i can knit it all together :)

[countlessrealities]

I'm on the wrong blog lolol, but muse-inn? 8)

Send a URL and I'll answer the following || Accepting !

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Do I Follow Them? Hell yeah 😎 I do and it Saby will have me, I'll stick around her and her amazing muses until this hellsite turns into a pile of digital ashes xD I'm really glad that our paths crossed, because I've been having so much fun having our muses bumping into each other and interacting!

Why Did I Follow Them? I think that she followed me first 🤔 But the truth is that I had been eyeing her blog through Locke for quite a while. Though I never dared to approach her because I didn't think she'd be interested...and man, I was wrong. So I'm REALLY grateful that Saby decided to make the first move, because who knows when my sorry ass would have gathered its courage to do it xD I followed because not only she writes muses I love and that I've never seen written, but she also does it amazingly 🤩 it was a must, once I saw that she was interested in interacting with me!

Do We Role Play? We sure do! We have a few threads and also several interactions / dynamics we have talked about and I'm excited about them all 😎 I love how our muses click with each other, at times in very unexpected ways xD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: The answer to this question will never be anything but YES. As I said, I'm looking forward to seeing where our threads will go, and also to explore the newest combos! Saby has a beautiful way to bring her characters to life and I'm always amazed to see it 🥰 I'm particularly looking forward to Rick and Shredder meeting because that's gonna be a disaster till it's not (as in they are gonna be "meh" about each other till they find out just how much in common they have). Also exploring Subprime's real feelings for the fall of Kraang Prime. And SR and Bishop because they are adorable 🥰 And Ania and Morty on their little adventure, meeting Grum along the way 😌 And Carrion and Rick because that's gonna be interesting 🤭 Also all the Smith family shenanigans! ...Okay, I guess I'm just looking forward to it all xD

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Oh, damn, alright, let's see xD I'm really bad when it comes to thinking up AUs. Maybe a Star Trek based AU, where Rick is some sort of "consultant" of section 31, but the truth is that he just goes around and bothers every Starfleet crew he runs into (think of a mix of Mudd and Q xD). And ofc he has Morty with him, who tries (in vain) to stop him from causing disasters.

A Song For Our Muses: I suck at songs, so I'm gonna pick the ones that come to me first. Let's see..."Hot n Cold" by Katy Perry for Rick & Subprime, "E.T." by Katy Perry for Rick & Krang, "I’m Only Me When I’m With You" by Taylor Swift for Morty & Bishop, "Call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen for SR & Bishop xD

Do I Ship Our Muses? I definitely ship all the combination platonically (with different degrees of friendliness and hostility, depending on the pairs). Rick & the blorbs (including Grum), Rick & Shredder, Morty & Bishop, Morty & Ania, Morty & Krang, Summer & Subprime, Summer & T'Ana...it's a long list xD As for romantic / sexual ships, as I've said from the start Rick would shag the whole Technodrome squad (save for the manchildren ofc), and he'd definitely go for Carrion too xD Romantically wise, it's a little trickier because Rick takes ages to open up and he holds himself back when it comes to falling for someone 🤔 He definitely had chemistry with basically all the people he's sexually interested in (even if, tbh, I think that he works best as friends with Grum and Bishop from what I've seen so far). Then there's Bishop and SR and yes, I know it's a recent idea, but I'm getting such good vibes from them already 🥰

What I Think About The Mun: In this house we love, respect, support and cheer for Saby! She's a wonderful mutual, a great person and a fun friend 😺 I love sharing ideas and HCs with her, or just chatting about stuff or discussing meta! She always has such interesting ideas 🤩

Overall Opinion: Saby's blogs are unique and anyone who's not following them is definitely missing out A LOT. You have captivating muses, interesting HCs and lore, a mun who's engaging and also super nice, and did I mention the art??

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10+

[malwarechips]

woah look at me go heres some au/cotl oc lore stuff . very quick doodles i just wanted to do something lore related now ive got designs for the bishops down

[unholyhelbig]

Werewolf!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader. College/Werewolf!AU

Where Reader is bitten by a mysterious wolf. After a party, Reader encounters a huge, blue-eyed wolf in the woods. Kate is part of the Avengers pack. Kate meets her companion after saving his life.

[A/n: I feel like some of you have the sixth sense about the fact that I've written so much werewolf fanfiction for Hailee Characters. Anyway, I was happy to do this!]

Trigger Warnings: Blood, usual gory werewolf bite, some mentions of SA seminars, College douche bags (Nothing graphic at all, but proceed with caution).

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Once Bitten, Twice an Idiot | Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

The night air held a warmth like freshly brewed tea, deliberate and honey thick. The sun had long ago set, exposing you to a darkened sky with an ornamental moon.  That light, of course, barely made it through the large oaks and logs. The underbrush pulled at your jeans, your legs, your arms, until they’d been reduced to pulp.

There was a stitch in your side, one that normally would have slowed you down. You weren’t much for sports, or physical exertion that didn’t’ have a clear end game. But this was different- the reward for dodging trees, and holes, and damp surfaces was your life.

You should have realized you were being stalked. The signs were all there; the hair standing on the back of your neck, the snapping of twigs and dead grass. The fear that shot through your body. Of course- you figured it was some college douche who had followed you from the library. Not an animal.

At least, you were pretty sure that deathly growl came from an animal. A thing with glowing blue eyes and dripping jowls. Granted, you hadn’t stuck around. You stupidly dashed into the woods, thinking that sticking to the side of an empty road was a dumber choice. Maybe the woods would slow it down- but it seemed to work as a crux.

When your front pushed against an ice-cold chain-link fence, a bit of relief came over you. This was it- you’d be set free from this little game of cat and mouse. At least your death would come quick, fingers wrapped around the metal, you panted in shorts spirts of condensation.

The animal was clearly defined against the color of the yellow moon. It was massive, trying to catch its own breath. Its fur was a pitch black, not just a trick of the light. But it’s eyes, its eyes were almost kind in their own way, an inner struggle.

A rumbling growl cut through any reprieve. Were wolves’ common practice in the state of New York? You were from the south, the air much warmer and wetter. The wildlife calmer until provoked. You hadn’t provoked this, nor did you think you’d survive it.

The wolf jumped onto you, large paws pushing into your collarbone with another stunned growl of dominance. A watery, blood-mixed drool moved past peeled back lips, exposing pink gums. The scent of damp fur and rotted meat filled your lungs. You realized you were whimpering- crying deafened by the animals’ movements.

The bite came with a blinding pain in the smooth expanse between the side of your neck and the top of your shoulder. You screamed until your throat burned, tasting of copper. Teeth embedded into your flesh, cracking your bones. The animal pulled away, letting out an earth-shattering howl in response- for a moment, your voices were in synch, mingling under the moon.

Pressure was flung off of you, the wolf that had tackled you to the ground, the one that had bit into you, was suddenly knocked onto its side. The silhouette of a bigger animal had pinned its predecessor to the ground, letting off a warning grumble filled with venom.

You weren’t stupid, you never had been. You clenched your eyes shut and played dead.

Pain erupted across your temple in tandem with your heart against your wrist. There was a cold wet feeling that engulfed you. It had snowed in the night, nothing big, nothing substantial, but cold enough to stir you from the muck and leaves that were encased around you. You’d been buried, or covered, at least.

The scent of the woods filled your lungs with every even breath you took. The light seemed too bright, the air too cold. Every nerve ending in your body stood up on edge, heightened with what you assumed was fear. You’d forgotten the wound on your shoulder, the blood that had frozen to your skin in an ugly brown, hard color.

Your bag was a few paces ahead of you, textbooks scattered and damp, the words running ink. Great. You’d be lucky if you could pawn them off by the end of the semester. It was a stupid thought to have. You’d been attacked, and the only thing that registered was the scent of wet paper and the inevitable donation of lofty books.

Your phone began to vibrate. The sound was deafening, you groaned, clenching your dirty hands to either side of your head. You could feel it in your teeth, eventually patting the ground until you unearthed it. The screen was shattered, but functional.

“Hello?” You rasped.

“Gracias a dios” America’s voice was almost as deafening as the cellphone ringing. You winced and pulled it away from your ear “Where are you y/n? MJ was two seconds from filing a missing person’s report with campus security.”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep while studying. Tell her not to worry. I’m on my way home now.”

You hung up before she could feel through your lie. It had come so naturally. Your memory was murky, your bones tired. This was something a shower could cure, maybe an energy smoothie from the local coffee shop.

After shoving your textbooks and phone back into your bag, you felt your way along the thin metal fence until you reached a familiar road. You wish you had had the sense to do that last night. There was something in playing dead that actually convinced your brain that losing consciousness was okay.

Something was bothering you. A lot of things were, but the animal, the beast that had sunk it’s teeth into you hadn’t gone back to finish the job. Even if you were playing dead, something as cunning as that could tell the difference, right? It was all too much.

You snuck into your apartment and made a beeline to the bathroom before your roommates could get a good look at you. There were leaves in your hair, caked with blood and dirt, and maybe even saliva.

Dark circles rimmed your eyes, muck under your nails. You’d never been hit by a bus before, but you imagined this is what it would feel like, what it would look like. The hot water of the shower eased your nerves. Made the bite less intimidating. Small puncture wounds rimmed in an ugly purple bruise.

A sweatshirt hit most of the offenses. Not the pale skin, or your shaking hands. But it would have to do. You stalked into the kitchen and swallowed two glasses of spit-warm water. It was like you’d hadn’t had a drink in months, instead of a single night. It was then that MJ and America heard you as you filled up your third cup despite the ache in your stomach.

“Holy shit, you look like crap.”

“What the fuck happened to you?”

They both spoke at the same time. You finished the third glass of water, taking a deep, steadying breath. The world seemed to quiet, your ears still ringing. “Fell asleep at the library.”

“I’m not buying it.” America said, “Did some asshole from Delta Phi pull something? We can get campus security here right now.”

You held up your hand, “I appreciate the concern, really. Nothing happened. Just a long night. Campus police won’t do anything anyway.”

MJ pulled herself onto the barstool and folded her hands. She watched you carefully but didn’t’ say anything. That was enough for you, a small mercy in a storm of confusion. You pulled open the fridge, each scent blending into one that made your stomach clench. There was a Tupperware container of lasagna that caught your eye.

Maybe that would satiate the hunger that had been plaguing you despite the water you had downed. You used a fork to take two large bites of it, chewing wolfishly before America cleared her throat. “Dude… you gonna heat that up?”

You shook your head and took another bite, shoving the Tupperware back into the fridge. “Better cold. I have class. Love you guys!”

It was hard to miss the look they shared as you pulled on your backpack. America was the one who stopped you, her voice soft, words thick with worry. The two of you had known one another since childhood when she landed a close fingered hit to the center of Jace Cameron’s nose after he stole your lunch. There was gushing blood and a lot of tears, but the kid never fronted after that. He transferred schools after that year.

America could read you better than anyone else, and at this point in your friendship, so could MJ. All three of you had opened your acceptance letters together, crowded around a greasy basket of fries in a local pizza joint. It was all part of the plan, really, attend the same college, go to the same parties, become bridesmaids at weddings bound to happen.

Her touch was gentle against your elbow. “Y/n, you’re sure you’re alright? You look a little pale.”

“I’m perfect, really. Just tired. You’re still going to the Greek fundraiser tonight, right?”

She pursed her lips at the change of subject. Nodded at you before letting her hand drop to her side. It pained you to lie to her, really, it did. But you were technically exhausted. You didn’t’ know how to explain that your whole body was screaming different signals at you. That you were starving to the point of craving something raw and uncooked. That you had woken up in the woods after being bitten by a wild animal. It was all too crazy- even for America.

The party could be heard from across campus. It seemed that no matter how many cheap beers you downed, you couldn’t’ get the music to soften. Conversations cut through the liquid sound like a knife. You couldn’t focus, not really, on What MJ was saying, running her fingers against the golden belt that sinched a cheap bedsheet.

“Toga parties are so last century.” She mumbled, “I mean, it feels like appropriation, right? Damned if they’ve been dead for millenniums. It’s tasteless.”

It had taken you a painstaking hour to arrange the sheet in a way that wouldn’t aggravate the wound against your shoulder. It hadn’t slowed it’s trickle of red, having saturated your sweater by the time  you came back to the apartment after your final class. You’d bandaged it well enough, and situated a clump of white fabric over the area, eyes darting towards it every once in a while, looking for a bloom of color.

So far so good.

“Yeah, but you have to admit, they’re kind of comfy. I could get used to this!”

You winced when a loud belly laugh moved through the crowd. The Delta men had just sunk another ping pong ball into piss-warm beer. They hollered like real primal beings. You frowned, leaving your cup on the mantel. Maybe a nice break is what you needed, a few breaths and quiet of the earth instead of the hot frat house.

“I need some air,” You leaned close to MJ, shouting over the music.

“Okay, do you need me to come with you?”

“No! You stay. America is up next for beer pong. She’ll kill both of us if we dip now.”

She nodded and watched as the competitive edge of their roommate flashed in her eyes. She leaned against the wall, judging the gall that the president of the frat had, taking a risky shot. A smile turned up the corners of her lips when the ball bounced off the rim.

A couple was making out on the porch, swallowing one another’s tongues. The sickly-sweet scent of stem-picked weed filled your lungs. You walked down the porch. The night was clear and cold. Woods surrounded the property, the small patches that were allowed by the city.

This place, you imagined, had once been vast and beautiful. It was filled with cookie cutter homes now, suburban housewives and a single street of fraternities and sororities. The further you walked from the house, the lighter you felt. No more music, no clinging scent of alcohol. The full moon lit your way clean.

There was a strange charge to the air that you didn’t’ quite understand. The night had always called to you like it did anyone else, the air sharper, easier to breathe. But this was different, just like most of the day had been different. You slowed your pace by the edge of a large patch of trees, your hair standing up on the edge of your neck.

Fuck.

There were eyes on you, that was clear. A primal type of fear flooded your veins. It had been stupid to stary from the party, no matter the sensory overload. MJ should be with you, even one of the frat boys sucking face on the porch would ease your nerves. You were illuminated by a deep yellow circle of streetlight.

You took a deep, steadying breath, squinting between the trees and the underbrush, and the fallen leaves. There was an urge to say hello, to call out, but you had seen enough horror movies to hold your tongue. Just like you had seen enough to run the evening before.

Out of instinct, you pulled a small travel sized canister of pepper spray, unlocking it. You'd never used it before, always feared accidentally unleashing it in a crowded bus or classroom.

Letting out a yelp, you swung your hand at air behind you, blushing with an odd type of nervousness. It looked stupid, you guessed, swinging wildly when nothing was really there. Except something was really there, and it grabbed your hand with an iron grip, pulling it back.

You screamed and released a stream of pepper spray right into your attacker’s face. She screamed too, releasing your hand and stumbling backwards, eyes rimmed red and teary. “Holy Shit, oh my god, Holy shit.”

Part of you felt bad, admittedly. She was tall and lanky and using the sleeves of her flannel to flush away the mascara running down her face. Her nose was running, black hair pulled into a ponytail except for a few wild strands.

“You pepper sprayed me,” she said with indignance.

“You were following me!”

“No, I wasn’t!” She shot back, blinking wildly “Okay, maybe I was- but God damn it!”

You let your shoulders drop in exhaustion. She sniffed, wiping the snot from the base of her nose. Her eyes were rimmed in a bright red. You’d never used pepper spray before, nor did you ever want to again. The scent in the air was thick and painful.

“Why were you following me?” You asked.

“I wanted to see if you were okay. You left the frat house pretty quickly. It was dumb. I’m dumb, I’m sorry.”

Your finger moved from the top of the pepper spay. You shoved it into your pocket, trying to search your mind for a familiar face in the crowd, bumping and grinding in nothing but dishtowels and white sheets. Of course, you were preoccupied by your own overwhelming senses to pay much attention to anything else.

She blinked a few more times before her vision cleared up. Her cheeks were still a ripe apple red. Under the waning moon, she looked pale and pretty. Her eyes were a startling blue, almost inhuman. You chalked it up to your fight method kicking in, though they sent a shock straight to your core.

“Are you?” She asked, voice strained.

“Am I what?”

“Okay? You didn’t’ seem to be. I went to that campus seminar about always having a buddy system. It was pretty informative. Made me paranoid, I think. But you looked overwhelmed.”

“I am overwhelmed.”

You didn’t think you would admit it that easily. Maybe it was the fact that she was a stranger, or that there was an instant warmth that surrounded her. It made you equally guilty for your actions, and intrigued by hers. You turned and started walking in the direction that you were heading, keeping from the sidewalks and to the small space where asphalt converged with cement.

She walked with you, side by side. There was height to her. You didn’t’ know where you were going but it eased your nerves with her there. “Do you ever make choices that don’t make sense?”

“All the damn time. Like when you look back on them, there were a million other options laid out in front of you. A million different variables and yet, you still chose the one that got you here in this moment.”

“Exactly.” You frowned “I got attacked by an animal last night, and I had a million chances to tell someone about it. To do something. But I haven’t. I ran into the woods instead of further into campus. I lied about being okay to two of my closest friends. I woke up this morning feeling… different. And now I’m telling a girl I just met all of this for no reason.”

She stopped then, and so did you. There was a stretch of cookie cutter homes in front of you, and the raging frat party behind. A neighborhood watch sign loomed behind your shoulder. A sprinkler kicked to life down the block, saturating the grass. You felt stupid in your sinched sheet.

“Let me guess.” She started slow, tentative. “You’re hungry, sensitive to light. To sound. Mainly smell? The world is screaming at you from every angle, and you don’t know how to get it to stop?”

“Yeah, something like that. How’d you know?”

“Great,” She whispered and continued on her walk. You watched her for a few moments before shaking your head clear and jogging to catch up with her. She had impossibly long legs.

“I was hoping I hadn’t bitten that hard.”

“what?”

“I get carried away sometimes. It’s the full moon. It has a hold. Clint says control comes with practice but I don’t have time for practice and now I have to explain all of this to Steve-“

You had jumped in front of her at this point, cutting her off in her words and in her strides. Your hand was heavy on her shoulder. The redness was gone from her stare. Her skin was scalding against the palm of your hand. You pulled back. “Slow down. What?”

The girl let out a long sigh “I bit you last night. I’m already feeling guilty enough about it. You don’t have to lecture me. I figured I could track you down, make sure you were okay.”

“Clearly not okay,”

“I’m gathering that.”

“What… are you?”

“An Aries.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And a werewolf.”

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[ofmanderley]

VAMPIRE IVAR & FALLEN ANGEL HEAHMUND AES. BOARD 

background for the fic : an au where heahmund is actually an angel and ivar is bitten by a vampire before he dies in canon, which essentially heals his legs for many, many centuries. that is until he meets heahmund again in the 1920′s. they engage in combat and heahmund strikes ivar’s legs with his silver blade, damaging them beyond repair, but he escaped. over the next one hundred years, heahmund has been seeking ivar out and finally finds him in church. 

pairing : ivar x heahmund warnings : brief injury mentions as well as mutilation (cutting off limbs) words : 942

notes : has a bit of a van helsing sort of feel to it ??

Ivar hears the heartbeat and the footsteps before the familiar scent carries to him on the air. He inhales deeply, rolling his head to one side, then the other, and grins. It’s almost a comfort knowing he’s not alone in this ever-changing world. That there is some small remnant from his life before the lust.

“Bishop. After all these years, I didn’t think you’d find me.” He drawls, red eyes glamoured into an enticing icy hue even as he stares into the flickering candlelight of the echoing church.

It had been back in the roaring twenties - at the height of prohibition - when they’d last seen one another and that encounter had ended badly. Ivar’s legs were still scarred from the silver blade that had struck them; leaving nothing but useless bones that refused to heal no matter the blood he drank.

The glow from the flames illuminates one side of his face as, leaning heavily now upon a jet black crutch, Ivar glances back. The tight collar of the dark, fitted shirt he wears almost bites into his neck. Ironic.

Heahmund hasn’t changed.

“The Lord sees and finds sinners, all.” The bishop, still adorned with leather armour, dark blue and creaking with age, takes measured steps. One hand sits upon the hilt of the blade that devoured Ivar’s legs in its hungry wake. The other wraps itself, for a moment, around the wooden crucifix hanging lowly at his chest. “I am but a messenger.”

Oh, how he’s missed this. 

Ivar’s head ducks as he huffs out a short laugh. A whimsical sound follows, creeping out of his throat, and he turns then, finally looking fully upon the warrior angel once again. The tip of the crutch clicks softly on the ancient stone and then falls silent as the tomb of Ecbert beneath.

“And what message would you deliver to me, hm? That I am to die?” Ivar teases, eyes narrowing as he reads nothing of Heahmund’s emotions - well guarded as they are. His head oscillates this way and that; serpentine, despite his vampiric tendencies.

“He is merciful. Even to creatures of the night.” Cold stare holds Ivar’s steely one as Heahmund comes to stand at the bottom of the steps. Moonlight catches his face through the stained glass, casting a deep red across one eye and down, down, down, to the exposed portion of his throat.

Ivar’s gaze drops, lidding his eyes. Subtle, but there.

“If your god is so merciful, why didn’t He stay your hand when you tried to cut off my legs, hm? Where was He then, Your Grace?” The last words are almost spat as Ivar sneers.

Heahmund only blinks, shoulders squaring. “My orders were to cut off your head but I chose not to. I chose to let you live, because I believed you could be redeemed, and the last century has been my punishment.”

“You wanted me redeemed and here I am. I came to church.” The wide grin Ivar gives doesn’t land and slips shortly into a frown. His tongue presses into his cheek as he draws the crutch closer, shuffling to painfully take a step down, bringing himself face to face with the bishop. “How were you punished?”

Now, Heahmund’s jaw tightens. The scar on his right cheek almost begs to be traced as his face turns away, hand only tightening on the weapon headed with a small, round glass ball of holy water.

Ivar watches him with some curiosity and remembers so well why he had been fascinated with the warrior when they first met back in York, centuries earlier. The way Heahmund had screamed into his face. The sweetness of his hatred filling the air. Such a tightness gripped Ivar’s chest then as it does now but the underlying feeling is so different.

“What did He take?” Ivar asks, unblinking.

“I sacrificed my wings, willingly, for you.”

Ivar swallows and for the first time, he recognises how cold his body is. Not simply his skin but his body. How his veins freeze with the realisation. And the stillness of his heart where it should be beating - as he notes Heahmund’s own is, hard. His mouth drops open, softly, but no words come for a long while.

“Why? Why did you do that? I wouldn’t have done that for you!” Raising his voice is the only way Ivar manages to lie and his free hand balls into a fist at his side. Were he human, he’d have drawn blood from his palm.

“I believed in you. Perhaps, I still do.” Punctuating his words, Heahmund looks up again, letting the weight of them sink in as he passes Ivar. Their shoulders brush and the heat is excruciating. It fills the Ivar with want and he joins the bishop soon after, coming to stand by the row of three tiny flames; lit for the memories of Hvitserk, Floki and his mother, Aslaug.

Standing side by side in the heavy silence, both faces rise to greet the moon into their company; let her in on their secret.

“You shouldn’t believe in me, Heahmund. I won’t change.” A sly glance comes with the tilt of Ivar’s head and one corner of his mouth tugs up sharply.

“You’re stronger and faster than I am, now. You could kill me if you wanted.” Heahmund doesn’t deny the moon his attention as he speaks, hands coming together in prayer. Suddenly, though, a breeze snuffs out the candles and the church is plunged into darkness. Heahmund is alone and the screech of a bat is all that’s left to confirm his suspicions.

Ivar doesn’t want him dead. That would ruin the game.