#AAAAAHHHHG

[mudsbray]

i am so tired. i am sooo sleepy . i am tucked in bed!!! this is awesome. soo why is my heart racing.?

[shiranui-k]

DOUKI IS GONNA BE ON TONIGHT? DOUKI???????

[jeezypetes]

I need to GET OUT of EVERYTHING EVER

[joffyworld]

OH WHAT A WAY TO FIND AN ACCOUNT

Cult of the Lamb fancomic: Luck of the Lamb

Part 1: Give Unto Me A Name

To say the name of the gods is to knock against the doors of their divinity. Such that they held their true names closely, for the call could surpass all barriers. Exchanging true names became a sign of partnership, trust, and perhaps even in some cases, union… ~~~~ Story Segment under Cut ~~~~

"-and boil for eternity!" Narinder boomed, laughing to himself as he imagined Heket locked in a cauldron of oil. Chains tightened against his arms from his motions, and his laughter withered like a sail with no wind. He bowed his head and was quiet for a long moment, looking the Lamb in the eyes. "Return to your cult. Shamura is the last to hold me. Drive a knife in their heart, and at last I will be free... Go now. Please." He pointed towards the stone to teleport back, mind a mixture of rage, gloom, and loneliness. She nodded, excited by his sheer energy and power. But before she left she had a question. "...I have one request," she paused, hands wriggling in a sudden flash of anxiety. Shamura's words echoed in her mind, one burning like a forbidden flame. "I was told your name while on my mission, but I wanted your blessing before I dare use it... As your vessel, may I address you by name?" "You ask for so much little lamb," he chided. "Do not press the limits of our affiliation too quickly." He paused, humming thoughtfully, an ear flicking. Perhaps there was something to be gained here. "I will not give you the privilege without something in return." His brow raised, curious. "Tell me your own and you shall have mine." She hadn’t given her name in a very long time. It was hard to even remember it at all. Memories of her 'life' were almost foggy, stretching back hundreds of years from the time she'd spent in his service. From the depths she retrieved it, but more than just her name surfaced. Her father, pinned down with arrows bristling from his chest as he pleaded for her to run. Her mother, grabbing her wrist in a vice grip as they fled. The memory was so distant, yet felt like it had just happened. "Una. My name is Una." Her voice numb, barely a whisper. She blinked, shaking away the past and returned to meet his eyes. "Una..." He tasted her name on his tongue, trying to decipher what it meant. He hadn't been on the surface in hundreds of years, culture was entirely lost. "Very well then, you may refer to me as Narinder. But know that divine names have power. To use them can be a summoning, of sorts. Were you to use my name, I would know it. Your shred of divinity may share that, so guard your name well." Shadow covered his face, nothing but the faint light of three red eyes breaking past its veil. "Not all summons are made with good intentions..." He looked at the chains on his wrists, glaring with hatred. "Narinder," His name had a distinct flavor. Faintly reminiscent of the iron tang of blood, a faint chill lingering beyond the sound. She could feel the magic in it, sparks in her body, tingling and electric. While she knew she would only use his name in conversations with him and him alone, that didn't mean she wouldn't use it in private moments of prayer. Perhaps he would be just a little present in those now. She liked that thought, smiling and blushing despite herself. "Your name will be cherished and protected." "Good. Now Una, go rid this world of my enemies, slowly and horrifically please." He grinned, sharp teeth glistening from ear to ear.

Narinder watched her go, as she turned into an ethereal energy and vanished. The gateway was silent. The realm of death was not known for its liveliness. Aym and Baal stood stoic and unflinching, as if they had not heard any of the conversation. Slowly the tension in his body faded, feeling the familiar weight of the chains on his arms. Soon. Patience. Their next meeting would likely be after Shamura's defeat, and then everything would be in place.

"I look forward to our next meeting Una."

[sharkycare]

YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY AAAAAHHHHG

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YAAAAAAAYAUAYAYAYAYAYAY me too

[alvaeris]

MAPLE IS BACK AAAAAHHHHG SQUEALS

[joffyworld]

FEATHERRRR YOU BLOODY LEGENDDDDD

Lemme just

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Drop this hereeee

[snekthedemonnoodle]

uhhhh ummmmmm aaaaahhhhg my room is freezing someone kidnap me. i am gonna die

[cloudstongue]

AAAAAHHHHG SORRY FOR NOT REAPPNDING SOONER!!!! :(

CUUUUTEEE!!! WHAT A CUTIE OMG I LOVESELRHRGDGGAGDGD…kasper keep your doors locked again

[messylustt]

The way you right Miguel O'Hara is so chefs kiss...likee?!?!?!? Every time I read your work, I just wanna eat it because it's so good, and im so shocked how someone can write this amazing like...AAAAAHHHHG. Chapter 8 literally has me curled up in my bed, giggling and kicking my feet !!!

stawppp rnnn omg 😭 thank you so fucking much 😩🙏

[hahskeleton]

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[marinemas]

Aaaaahhhhg!!!!

I can’t believe I found this post

The Earth is lumpy.

[fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency]

AAAAAHHHHG

I’m gonna die

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No you aren't

[wtf-tfw]

Breaking news; NEW YOKO ONO TRACK Released in Glorius HD

it's called Fingering the dirt and Gere is how it goes

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I AM YOKO ONOA D I FINGER THR DIRTAND GERE

GEREIS GERARD HE IS MY BOY FREND

I FRY HIM FOR DINNER

I AM THE WIN ER

AUUUU *5 solid minutes of alien sound effects and groaning and chainsaw ambience*

[rayanlovestaylor]

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[chaoticstateofaffairs]

AAAAAHHHHG KATIEEEEEE!!!!!!

Katie McDimples, I love you 🥰❤️