#I WANT TO SO BAD THOUGH

[sophelisticated]

Me when I reread The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara for the 30th time 😏

OKAY ANOTHER SHORT FANFIC BUT THIS TIME ITS ACTUALLY NOT CRINGE AS HELL

Slight tw warning and spoiler warning for The Rehabilitation Of Death the latest chapter (specifically takes place day after chapter 22)

Bamsara if this is cringe let me know 🙏

The Lamb knows many things. Has watched many deaths, been the reason of many deaths, and has experienced many deaths. No matter what The Lamb wants, death will always be there.

But Death comes Life. Beginnings, growth, anew. They are not different, yet not the same. Twins of different fonts, perhaps. This is one of the many things The Lamb has learned over the centuries.

A God tear sits in their palm. Glistening and smooth, the halos around it moving slowly. It glows in The Lamb’s palm before they drop it in the crown’s inventory. The crown floats silently in front of Lambert for a second longer than usual, before gliding back up to sit atop the lamb’s head. It has been a bit more tense lately with Narinder, the crown’s red eye reminds them of the cat’s. The Lamb’s eyebrows furrow in confusion when Narinder seems to be looking at something far off into the trees. Odd..? But that seems to be a thing he likes to do lately. But Lambert and Narinder are slightly injured, and the healing process was too slow.

“Nari? Whatcha’ see?” They prompt, more interested in what Narinder is locked onto than the very minor injuries they have.

Narinder doesn’t respond, but acknowledged the Lamb with a flick of his tail. Lambert waits patiently. It is not uncommon for Narinder to be silent for a bit before responding. But this time, it takes a lot longer. After the 100th annoying shuffle from Lambert, Narinder speaks slowly.

“There is… someone dying.” He rumbles from under his hood. It was a bit chilly, so it was understandable. The Lamb’s heart drops to their stomach. “Someone back at the cult?” Lambert winces, already going through funeral plans in their mind.

“No.” He responds in a slightly irritated way, making Lambert feel a tad offended. “You missed a creature. Not a heretic.”

“You mean ‘we’?”

“If you had not distracted me with your useless chatter about ‘pineapples’-“

“Ratau said it tingles your tongue when you eat it! I was just saying how I wants to see if I could grow some and- hey!” Lambert gets cut off of their mini rant at Narinder swiftly moving forward and back into the forest. Lambert makes a huffy pout and hastily makes sure they got every bit of loot from their crusade and from the mini boss. They then hastily run to catch up to Narinder, their hooves almost catching on a branch in the process.

When they finally catch up to Narinder, they find him staring into a wooden and splintering house. Newly destroyed, the indent and blood splatter on a broken wall from a heretic being thrown is still fresh. Narinder’s doing, from the violence of it. Narinder watches as Lambert begins to try and move the rubble as much as possible away. It was easy enough—it wasn’t a very stable house in the first place. When they manage to get enough rubble out of the entryway, Narinder steps forward first, and glances at the Lamb. “Here.” He points to a patch of rubble in the corner of the room. Lambert huffs. “You’re not gonna help me? You’re the one who destroyed the house.”

“You’re the one who distracted me. I would rather let them rot.” Narinder glares. Sheesh, sensitive much? It doesn’t matter, even if Lambert softly kicked him in the ankle for the attitude. Narinder straightens angrily. Ready to snap back. “Lamb-“

The moment Lambert has taken away a few heavy logs and splinters of wood, There is a horrible wheezing, lungs full of blood and throat full of mucus type wheezing. A moth, a teenager by the looks of it, falls from the rubble and falls onto the Lamb, almost catching Lambert off balance. Four shaky hands grab Lambert like a lifeline, still coughing up blood and mucus, getting most of it on their shoulder unintentionally. Lambert knows what to do. Centuries he has practiced and repeated this.

The Lamb carefully picks up the injured moth and holds them bridal style, looking them over while gently reassuring them with kind words that have been rehearsed many, many times.

It was certainly a moth. A female by the look of it, late teens age-wise. A very, *very* fluffy moth, which is odd, moths he used to have didn’t have this much fur. A tiny bow tie at their neck with a capelet that was pointed in the front and got longer at the back, it also was pointed there. There was a symbol on the back of said capelet, but Lambert could look at that later, when the moth wasn’t actively dying.

“How bad is she?” Lambert twists their head to Narinder, rubbing gentle circles into the poor kid’s back to try and get them from fainting. Narinder shifts. “She will die soon.” He responds, stoicism not leaving his tone. Before the Lamb can say anything else, he adds on. “You are too caring.” Something in Narinder’s gaze changes for just a split second, almost like something fond, before steeling just as soon as it happened.

The adrenaline is making them see things, Lambert assumes.

A surge of irritation washes over Lambert. Narinder has been snippy ever since they woke up this morning. Was sleeping in the same cottage as Narinder really that horrible? Apparently it was for him, because Narinder has been cryptic and frustrating all damn day. Lambert already had enough on his plate. Without waiting for Narinder, the Lamb storms out of the house, cradling the moth teen to their chest, counting the beats between each of her breaths. Once they almost reach the portal to go back to the cult grounds; the moth opens her eyes to not stare at Lambert, no, she stares directly at the pissy cat behind the Lamb. The poor moth makes another heaving wheeze which sounds more like a soft sob. She wheezes as the first words trickle out of her mouth. “Please… n-not… not ye-yet… please… ple-lease…” she whispered to the cat before closing her eyes again to seem to drift off.

Lambert wants to stop. Process. Question. But the determination to keep the kid alive keeps his legs going. Lambert looks back at Narinder with a confused look. Narinder only stops briefly, but does continue to walk after the Lamb. Narinder does not say anything, but seems to be staring at the fainted face of the moth.

Lambert feels strangely uneasy. They cannot pinpoint why.

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If yall wanna know what the moth follower looks leik… post is here :D

[jjjosten]

I must not [join a big bang]. [joining a big bang] is the mind-killer.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[arresiive]

if somebody son don’t build a gingerbread house with me this month i’m gonna walk into oncoming traffic at 11:59 pm dec 31 2024 IDC

[wabatle]

WAIT OPMF DO YOU WRITE FOR SEVENTEEN NOW CAN I SEND YOU A REQUEST DOR THEM

NOOO sorry 😿😿 I don't think I can write for kpop at all man 😿😿😿

[greykolla-art]

Ooooh careful, Alastor! Your line between manipulation and genuine care is getting blurryyyyyyyyyy 👀!

I missed drawing them man! Miss Sweet and mister Scary in situations together is my favourite! ❤️ (but did it have to span 9 coloured pages I almost died?!)

(No I won’t do a part 2 😘!)

[quibbs126]

I mean this came from me seeing the meme template randomly, but similar enough to my vision, I guess

I forget meme templates and PNGs exist

He misses his husband, Jazz. He misses him a lot. He’ll be back

[stealingyourbones]

Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.

[entrxpv]

i must not start fights with people on this website who will not ever care

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

+ bonus

[nenoname]

With Stan constantly wanting Dipper to not take his shit and him relating to the Duchess, it really feels like Stan is projecting his wish of wanting to stand up against his own dad....

And while Stan always internalised the things Filbrick said to him, the fact that Stan decided to get that "daddy issues" book shows he's definitely aware he has major issues™️ so maybe one day he'll make progress...

(+ bonus Stan relating too much to Dipper and being painfully aware that he's putting them in danger...)

(Filbrick's impact on Stan post, Soos the Sonployee post)

[kukobs]

no but LET'S TALK about how andrew is (outwardly) apathetic in every aspect of his life and towards every person he interacts with; this man shows nothing but indifference (i'd say half of it is true due to his severe depression and trauma/ the other half is just a performance so as not to hurt others with his rage but himself, as neil deduced).

but the MOMENT he gets to kiss neil he drops his neutral facade and throws his self control out the window -and we KNOW how important being in control is to him- and kisses neil like he wants to extract neil's soul out through his mouth.

neil described it like "he kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil's mouth". my boy was STARVING he did NOT care about mantaining his apatheic front.

how is it possible to go from "i hate you 😐 most of the time i want to kill skin you alive 😒" to "let me kiss you like we're souldiers dying in the trenches and the only air i can breathe is through your mouth"

[majosullivan]

Oh they are so going to have a daughter, I would be so surprised if they don’t have a daughter

[justgleekout]

S1 jayvik for the soul <33

Just Jayce being a very good “partner”