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soursherbat · 6 days ago

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LAMB X BISHOP MASTERPOST YEAAAA!!!

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this genuinely took me so long but i needed to explore my ship dynamics with ramzi and his bishops! more details under the cut if you want to know more- warning this post is LONG!!!:

[edit: i was obviously rlly sleep deprived while writing this so im editing it for better readability, including using more consistent pronouns for everyone bc reading it back this post. was very hard to parse 💀]

in order, just adding notes and addendums :3c im super sleep deprived so im trying my best but i need to yap about them

ramzi's pronouns are it/he/they!

narinder;

initially a very slow burn relationship, this sheet shows them at their peak. it takes a very long time for the lamb to forgive narinder, and vice versa, but once they're over their differences they're committed.

notes;

he/they for narinder :3c he's bisexual with a preference for masc presenting people! (using he/him for this post)

prefers to be the big spoon but will allow ramzi to take that spot if it really insists on it

reaallly loves to wear the lamb's fleeces and cloaks (the only clothing of theirs that will fit him) but is too proud to directly ask for them

narinder really does not like most people- the only ones he usually socializes with are ramzi and his siblings, possibly a follower he can tolerate for a few minutes. if ramzi is talking to others while narinder is shadowing him he tends to just flick his tail and sulk quietly until his lamb gives him attention again

narinder isn't great with words, he prefers to show ramzi his love with physical affection (in private) and acts of service, while ramzi is more than willing to shower narinder with loving words and acts of devotion

ramzi refuses to confess its feelings to narinder first, full stop. narinder waits and waits, but eventually gives in and tells ramzi how he feels first- ramzi is still feeling bitter and betrayed by narinder, not appreciating them snatching it from its peaceful death to be a tool in his games. they're both incredibly conflicted, it takes a long while for them to work their differences out. its not something that can be solved with a single conversation, but eventually they come to terms with everything that's happened and make amends

ramzi wouldn't actually squash the bug- it'd prefer to just grab it and take it out of whatever space its invaded, narinder will just smack it and be done with it

im just applying the driving one if i ever make a modern au lmfao

narinder cannot cook to save his damn life after being locked up for so long- ramzi had to learn quickly being raised by ratau, i'll be real i dont think that rat knows how to cook

that prickly cat would prefer not to show his love for the lamb in public, but he might sneak a kiss while no one is looking... ramzi however doesn't care, though it does like to fluster narinder a little by flirting while others are around

these two would kill for each other, narinder is practically begging the lamb to let him do so actually- nari is described as the lamb's shadow (affectionately) by most because of how often he's seen just following it around the cult. god help you if you confess your love to the lamb while he's around- though ramzi does get pretty jealous if it sees anyone making eyes at his special kitty...

nari is 4,000 years old virgin to me lmao. ramzi has had a few relationships before narinder, it actually marries shamura before nari- they're not beating the toxic yaoi allegations any time soon they were still battling their resentment around that time

i'll touch on the spicier dynamics in a dedicated post sometime >:3c that'll apply to the rest too-

i wouldn't describe narinder as being awkward, but moreso stoic and lost really. he's also just incredibly pissed off with ramzi, feeling robbed of his rightful status as a god and feeling jealous of everything its built for itself in such a small amount of time- later on he's more flustered than nervous or awkward because that damned lamb wont stop flirting with him

gods help you if narinder even sees you making eyes at the lamb. he's incredibly possessive over his former vessel, its perceived rejection of him made something in him snap and they want to possess it, even if he knows that's not exactly plausible... he's normal, i swear (<-lying) ramzi returns some of that energy, it really does not like followers flirting with its favorite cat- i'll be the first to admit that they've got some toxic codependency going on

leshy;

leshy uses any pronouns! he really just don't care that much, same with his sexuality (using he/him for simplicity for this post)

these two fight over who gets to be the big spoon, since they're nearly even in height (leshy tries to argue his branches make him taller) it makes it easier for them to trade big/little spoon positions- but theyre so competitive they end up wrestling over it

leshy can't even see the clothes he's wearing, but he likes the idea of ramzi matching with him, even if he won't directly admit that

ramzi is rarely called by name when leshy is around, it's always 'lambzi', 'lamby', 'cottonball', or any other seemingly sarcastic pet name he can come up with for it- meanwhile ramzi often calls him 'wiggler' or 'wormy'

compared to leshy, ramzi is a little less outgoing. leshy loves to be the center of attention, he loves to pull pranks and cause mischief whenever he can.

ramzi's quick to let leshy know he is loved through any means, though surprisingly leshy is a bit more inconspicuous about showing his affections for his lamb through old traditions it clearly has no clue about but leshy gets a bit of joy watching its confusion (shamura tells it later-)

these two have a pretty easygoing relationship, at first leshy is upset about his lost godhood but he quickly begins to like staying with the lamb when he learns how accommodating and, frankly, extremely chaotic it is- they get along very well and have a teasing, poking and earnestly soft relationship rather early on. leshy admits his feelings first, mainly getting fed up that ramzi hasnt confessed that it obviously likes him by that point

neither of them mind bugs, leshy actually likes them quite a bit. they'd prefer to catch and release rather than smash them

the poor worm is blind of course he cant cook!! he might be able to if he really focused on building muscle memory and focusing his senses but he's honestly just too lazy to bother, heket's cooking is better anyway

leshy doesn't care if anyone is looking, he loves his lamb! he gets a little embarrassed when they know its siblings are around, but she does get a kick out of knowing he's making narinder jealous

ramzi would lay down his life for his precious chaotic grub, it knows leshy is more than capable but it can't help but worry sometimes- leshy knows ramzi can handle itself so he's pretty relaxed about everything, unless ramzi comes home particularly hurt

i like to think leshy was a bachelor in his time... why not?? he's the bishop of chaos, im sure he's started a love triangle intentionally to watch them fight over him- ramzi however is a little less experienced in romance

leshy has not an ounce of awkwardness in his body, ramzi's a little awkward when he says something particularly unhinged but otherwise they match each other's freak a little too well

leshy would never admit to ramzi that the smell of anyone else stuck to his wool makes leshy a little jealous... another reason he likes to lend his clothes to ramzi, really-

heket;

she/they/he for heket, she's bisexual with a preference toward women (using she/her for simplicity on this post)

heket is the big spoon, no questions asked. she loves to cradle that lamb in her arms and it is NOT one to complain about that

heket doesnt lend out her clothes very often, but she likes to see how baggy they are on ramzi- she quite likes seeing it wake up wearing her shirts...

ramzi is incredibly formal with heket, usually referring to her by name or some honorific to show its respect (something she appreciates greatly)- meanwhile heket is always referring to the lamb by anything but its name, really

heket's level of social battery depends on the day, some days she would prefer not to speak to anyone, others she's more outgoing

heket shows her affection by making sure ramzi isn't overworking itself, making sure it's eating and sleeping- she knows it can care for itself, but she just wants to protect her lamb.

there's absolutely no way heket would swallow her pride and confess her brewing feelings for ramzi, she waits very patiently for it to finally get its nerve up and admit that it wants to pursue a relationship with her- after (mostly) healing her throat, she doesn't feel so lonely in the cult once her voice returns and she begins to feel conflicted about ramzi... she wants to hate him, but it's doing everything they can to help her siblings and she can't help but respect and admire it for that, she would admit that she would never consider it if she was still a god-

heket thinks bugs are cute, she'll either catch and release them or keep them in a little container for a bit (she's never beating the weird little sister allegations to me)

ramzi's cooking definitely is not as good as heket's, if it cooks a meal the whole cult is asking when it's heket's turn next LMAO-

PDA ruins heket's cool and stoic exterior in her eyes, though she can't just say that to the lamb- she'll gladly give it a hug or a kiss when nobody's looking, though

honestly, ramzi is just protective over all of the bishops. it feels terribly for killing them repeatedly and making them suffer in purgatory, and it never wants to see them suffer again- heket knows the lamb is strong, she's seen it with her own eyes. that doesn't stop her from worrying for it a little when it leaves on a crusade, however...

heket has some relationship experience, though its been a WHILE- forneus and ramzi are her most recent romantic endeavors and she's incredibly awkward about both of them

heket is insanely awkward, she tries to maintain a cool exterior but it's so hard when that damned lamb is so cute and that sweet cat mom is so kind and shaped- whats a woman to do in her situation??

she can get a little bit jealous if her buttons are pushed on the wrong day, but other than that ramzi and heket have a pretty open relationship

kallamar;

any pronouns for kallamar! though he/she are most preferred, she's very lax about his gender and loves to experiment (using he/she interchangeably, lamb is referred to by it/its for simplicity)

despite being nearly a full foot and a half taller than ramzi, kallamar loves to be its little spoon! he feels so safe in his lamb's embrace, she would never leave if it was possible

none of her clothes would fit the lamb, but he does have clothing made for it often! he'll be damned if he lets ramzi walk around looking anything less than presentable, even if its naked it must be TASTEFULLY naked- (though his definition of what that means is a bit nebulous. ramzi's convinced he just wants to ogle)

they love to make up pet names for each other, 'mari' and 'kallie' are ramzi's favorites to use for its precious husband. kallamar is particularly fond of calling ramzi his puppy, often flustering it-

kallamar is a YAPPER and she will not shut up about how much he loves her lamb! ramzi doesn't mind it, but she's often talking so much that it can't properly find the words to express it back- so it gives gifts often, knowing how much its wife loves to adorn himself in jewelry and silks!

ramzi is actually a little bit intimidated by kallamar's experience in love and how pretty he is, kallamar ends up making a very dramatic love confession in front of everyone, totally flustering ramzi (though it has to admit it really loves the dedication!)

he is TERRIFIED of bugs kallamar will shriek so loudly if she finds even a small beetle anywhere near her living space- ramzi often finds itself catching the little bugs while kallie screams bloody murder in the corner

kallamar absolutely can cook but he doesn't want the responsibility of cooking entire meals for the whole cult so she intentionally cooks like shit to avoid it- ramzi catches onto that pretty quickly though

these two need to get a ROOM the confessional is NOT to be used in that way!!!

kallamar's overprotective attitude mainly comes from a place of not wanting the lamb's image to be ruined, he'll tend to its makeup and wardrobe, even helping to enforce loyalty amongst its flock to keep its image pristine- and kallamar is just an easy bullying target, ramzi is Very quick to put an end to that!

kallamar is absolutely more experienced than ramzi, though he's no less dedicated to it. it makes their relationship very calm, there's very little tension between them!

ramzi is very awkward around kallamar at first, he's pretty indignant and a bit cruel to it during the first few weeks- once ramzi begins offering him gifts and praise she warms up rather quickly, however. ramzi's disarmingly cute appearance and dirty mouth tends to make kallamar a nervous mess sometimes, though...

there's not a single ounce of jealousy between these two 🧍‍♂️ they both understand that they're dedicated to one another, and can dedicate themselves to others without compromising their bond

shamura;

they/it for mura! i feel that they enjoy experimenting with their clothing in relation to their gender, but they prefer neutral pronouns (using they/them for mura and he/him for ramzi for readability)

these two take turns on who gets to be the big spoon, though usually shamura claims that spot

shamura loves to weave clothes for ramzi! they enjoy seeing his face light up when they incorporate designs ramzi has shown them that sheep often wore, wanting to keep that memory alive for him

they're pretty formal at first, but the two of them can't help but call each other by loving nicknames once they've become comfortable with each other- ramzi often calls shamura 'softie' or 'dearest'

shamura prefers to keep to themself, though they've grown rather attached to webber. they've basically adopted the little creature, that's their son...

once clarity has returned to shamura through ramzi's healing, they have a better grasp on their words- but they still struggle to word their feelings a lot of the time. they try their best, but they find it easier to give gifts or show their affections with physical intimacy when words fail them

shamura is incredibly paranoid and wary of ramzi's presence when they're first indoctrinated, until they finally break bread and reach an understanding, shamura doesn't even consider the lamb could feel anything but hatred and resentment toward them. they assume that he wants revenge, but learns that he just wants to help them- it takes a bit longer for the fear to truly leave shamura, but when they never feel that dagger in their back, they begin to soften he clearly isnt lying to them, he's helped all of their siblings become as happy as he can- and he asks nothing in return of them? it feels too good to be true, but they can't help but trust him eventually ramzi confesses first, and is initially (softly) rejected... but theyre not entirely opposed! mainly conflicted, for a while-

they both love bugs, obviously- though sometimes ramzi gets bitten while trying to show shamura the little spiders he's captured

shamura likes to cook but they prefer liquid only foods- it's not horrible, but sometimes they want more variety

shamura is a bit shy about their relationship with the lamb, they're the least experienced with this sort of thing out of all of the bishops- war and reason have no room for love and compassion, after all. they're learning, with ramzi's help

if someone even LOOKS at ramzi the wrong way, shamura is the first to come to the lamb's defense. both a form of devotion, claiming ramzi as their charge they'd guard with their life, and a form of facing their grief- they'd ended ramzi's life once, they don't want to see it hurt anymore

these two match each other's freak so well its scary- you dont wanna see what happens in the mating tent when these two are in there!!

after shamura's initial wariness and shortness with ramzi fades, they become incredibly shy and awkward- they don't know how to navigate all these new feelings, and they don't really know who to turn to for advice

shamura is very possessive of their lamb- they were the first to be wed by him, after all- not to mention i personally think them being a spider influences this quite a bit,

WOAW THATS IT!!! holy shit thats a lot of text.... anyway if u have any questions abt any of them or want more clarification feel free to send me asks i love to yap abt them all <3

oh boy im not looking forward to putting all the tags on this

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rainbowolfe · 1 year ago

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Hiya! Been loving your writing! I'm curious on your take of Bishop Kallamar x Vessel or Guardian. Platonic? Romantic? Up to you!

The Vessel's New Clothes

Word Count: 1997 Lamb x Narinder; Lamb x Kallamar *No particular gender/sex assigned to Lamb

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Cast in darkness for only a brief moment, Lamb felt the familiar sensation of falling, then ascending. The red glow faded from their eyes as they arrived at their destination. Their hooves made little noise in this realm of nothingness. If they had been summoned here, they’d have appeared before their vainglorious god. This time they’d appeared a good distance away.

They quickly preened themselves, straightening their new fleece and fluffing the tuft of wool that hung over their forehead. They instinctively went to fluff the wool around their torso, but were quickly reminded that it was no longer there. They had shaven off quite a bit of the wool that used to hide their figure.

It was an impulsive decision, born out of frustration and a small dash mischief. They were relieved to find that the roots of their wool were dark in color, as the cut they’d chosen would not have looked as nice without the contrast—and it would have looked downright silly if the roots were light enough that their pinkish flesh showed through.

They took a breath to steel themselves before briskly walking forward through the fog. No use stalling.

Sound didn’t really travel in the Realm Beyond, so even when The One Who Waits entered their sight, they weren’t quite sure what he or his two clones were doing. He was sitting. That was new. As Lamb came closer, they could tell he’d noticed their presence when his ears raised ever so slightly. And yet, he made no move to greet them. He did not even turn around, too focused on the two gangling cats attempting to meditate.

‘Pretending to be focused on it,’ Lamb thought, tail bristling.

“Is it working? I don’t think it’s working.” The one clad in white spoke, starting at a whisper that transitioned into full volume.

“Ugh! Would you be silent? I almost had it!” The other grumbled.

“Busy day for you three?” Lamb chimed in.

The one in white opened his mouth, paused, then quickly closed it with an awkward smile. As if he were inclined to respond but suddenly thought better of it. The One Who Waits barely spared them a glance, taking his sweet time to respond.

“I did not request your presence.” He finally said.

“Ah? My mistake,” Lamb opted to feign ignorance. “I could have sworn I heard your call… but since I am already here, may I request an audience?”

“Why?”

Lamb’s composure slipped, sputtering briefly at his response. “Haven’t you noticed anything different about me since we last spoke?”

The One Who Waits turned his head slightly to fully regard Lamb for a moment, expression unchanging. He hums and gives a short shrug.

“Really?”

“Have you grown taller?” The cat in white chirped in an innocent, yet simultaneously condescending tone.

“Perhaps you’ve lost weight?” His dark counterpart matched his energy.

The One Who Wait’s head snapped around to face the duo again, presumably with a glare or something, but their giddy reactions made Lamb wonder. They sighed mentally.

“I have been hard at work collecting Holy Talisman fragments! Reuniting them to harness their power!” Lamb proclaimed, hands on their hips.

“And?” He turned his head to see Lamb again, faint signs of amusement still visible on his face.

“And… Well…” They puffed their chest out as they folded their hands behind their back, unable to keep the pout off their face. “I thought it was pretty cool…”

“Was I to be impressed that you have been moonlighting for Lessers in exchange for paltry goods? Have you forgotten your purpose?”

“Huh? No, of course not, I was just…!” Lamb’s mind grasped for the right words, but landed on parroting his words back to him. “Paltry?”

“That is what I said.”

“This isn’t some ordinary cloak!” Lamb huffed, tossing their cape for flare. “It’s made from a… an extremely valuable treasure that no mortal could begin to comprehend!”

“I am aware.”

“With the right curse, I’m a force to be reckoned with! As it is a tool I’m utilizing in my crusades, wouldn’t it be beneficial to explain their use?”

“Those relics serve no use to me while I am bound in this realm. Thus they are not a priority. I will not dissuade you from collecting more, as it means I will not have to seek them out myself when I am freed, but their true purpose is not something you should concern yourself with.”

“Oh.” Lamb didn’t know how else to respond.

“Is that all?”

“…yes.”

“Then, you are dismissed.”

Whatever they were looking for, Lamb clearly wasn’t going to get. They turned and began the walk back to the pentagram to leave, holding in their sigh of annoyance until they were out of earshot.

The One Who Waits was looking at them, sure, but he wasn’t seeing them. At least not in the way Lamb wished to be seen. It frustrated them to no end. Were they just unattractive? Or was it because he was a god? Could a god not see a mortal in that way?

‘Am I even technically a mortal?’

There was only one way to relieve this building aggravation: By taking it out on the followers of the Old Faith. Though the location of Heket’s temple remained unknown, Lamb was not particularly inclined to search for it after being snubbed by their benefactor. So, off to Anchordeep they went.

They weren’t much interested in a serious fight either. Heket was brutal with Lamb from their first meeting—back before they even knew how to use a sword effectively—so they imagined it would only get worse with the death of Leshy. When Leshy was alive, he tended to launch surprise attacks on Lamb—with or without his followers. But Kallamar?

Well, Lamb was beginning to wonder if he was even capable of combat. As he’d never tried to attack them, even with the other Bishops by his side. When encountered alone, he tended to find indirect ways to make them leave. At first he infected their followers with a nasty flu, but when that stopped working, he started dropping “hints” about secret treasure that could be found in the other realms.

Naturally, this encouraged Lamb to promptly abandon their exploration of his rather unpleasant oceanic realm to look for the one thing they couldn’t resist: treasure. They had even taken a direct bribe from him once.

Not Lamb’s proudest moment but, in their defense, it wasn’t Kallamar’s either.

Lamb didn’t think they would see Kallamar at all. So, imagine their surprise when he ‘greeted’ them the second they stepped out their saferoom.

“You! Why are you here?” He snatched them into the air before they could even spot him, the momentum orienting them upside down. “I told you—Why—WHERE is your wool?”

Lamb actually had a really suave, dismissive response prepared in their head that they never got to use (as Narinder never asked). But they were so caught off-guard, that it flew right from their mind.

“Whaa-What do you mean?” They stuttered out, only slightly disoriented as Kallamar hastily flipped them right-side-up.

“I really do not feel I need to clarify further!” He squawked. “Are you… Are you shedding? Do sheep shed? I don’t believe you have before…!” He said the last part mostly to himself.

Lamb let out a soft snort as their confusion faded into amusement. The Bishop’s ability to almost completely nullify their crown was typically a cause for concern, but not today.

“It’s just my seasonal trim. It gets rather stuffy in the warmer months.” They finally gave a response.

“I… see… Why have you come to disturb my realm?”

“I’m just doing my duties as the vessel of the Red Crown. I have no more business in Darkwood.”

Kallamar took pause at that, his expression unreadable to Lamb. They could probably guess if they cared to. Whatever it was, Kallamar didn’t dwell on it long, returning to his gaudy, flamboyant character.

“Though dear Leshy is no longer… present. Darkwood still holds many precious things. Things previously unattainable due to his resonance with those woods.” Kallamar bridged his fingers, as he often did, periodically tapping them together one at a time. “Ahh, but there is a beast that remains that must be slain first. A Witness! Yes, yes. You must be wondering what a Witness is—”

“I’ve already killed Leshy’s Witness.”

“They are vicious—wh-what?”

“I killed it,” Lamb repeated, as casual as the first time. “Traded it’s eye for my new fleece!”

“I see…!” Kallamar’s stare lingered for a moment before he found something else to look at. “You may want to renegotiate with your contact. For such a valuable object, you should at least get a cloak with as much, er, material as the last one.”

They scoffed back at him, “Do you take me as vain? I didn’t change cloaks for looks. I did it for power! It’s made from an extremely valuable treasure that no mortal could begin to comprehend!”

“That is… fascinating. Is that a Holy Talisman, then?”

“Huh? Oh…! Yes, actually. You know what they are?”

“Of course I do. We all have at least one.” He tapped his chin. “In fact, there are likely plenty more out there that you could wear in place of that.”

Lamb was inclined to inquire further about what Kallamar knew about Holy Talisman pieces, but their mind got caught on the barely-veiled insult towards their new fleece. Their fleece that was not easy to get.

“What’s wrong with the one I have now? You don’t even know what it does!”

“It increases the strength of your cursed abilities.” Kallamar seemed a little too smug about knowing that. “And do you really have to ask? Look at it. Why, you aren’t even wearing anything under it.”

“I’ve never worn anything under my cloak. I am covered in wool.” Lamb scoffed right back.

“Well you—I do not think I’m being unreasonable!” Kallamar gave a short, awkward laugh. “If you are going to have less wool, you should wear more clothing."

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Lamb casually flipped their cloak over their shoulder, wearing it as more of a cape than anything now.”

Kallamar’s eyes went wide. He had to physically turn his head to tear his eyes away from the sight of Lamb.

“It is like… It’s like wearing boots and nothing more! You might as well be wearing nothing at all.”

“Huh… I suppose that makes sense… I’ll just take it off, then.”

“Yes, yes, maybe you have some sense after a—” Kallamar’s mouth hung open for just a moment. Although he had managed to collect himself, he was flustered all over again.

“Oh my. I was just joking but… if you insist—”

“No, NO, that is not what I meant! You misunderstand!” He yelled, hands held out defensively. “What foolish—why would I—No, I didn’t even—gh!”

“How else am I supposed to interpret ‘you have some sense’ in that context?”

“I was—I thought you were done speaking! I hear things on a delay, so I thought…! And who would guess you would say something so—so ridiculous!”

“Uh-huh. It’s alright, we all have our Freudian slips.” Lamb waved dismissively, then said with a wink. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”

For a moment, Kallamar was at a loss for words. He started and stopped a few different thoughts without completing them, physically grasping at the air as if he’d find a suitable response there.

“Could it be that you’ve begun to see me as more than merely a vessel?” Lamb tittered.

“Ignoble lamb!” He finally spit out. “Go home! I have had enough of you for one day! Go on, shoo!” With every sentence emphasized with a telekinetic shove towards the door Lamb came through.

With their spirits now lifted, Lamb didn’t quite feel the need to go on a violent crusade anymore. They got the attention they wanted—the reaction they wanted—and although it wasn’t with the person they had in mind…

Perhaps he would do.

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A/N: Gee, it only took me three months, but this request is finally done XD I think Kallamar would be Lamb's rebound after being shut down by Narinder one too many times.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl kallamar #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #narilamb #kallamb #the one who waits #aym and baal #kallamar x lamb #cotl fanfic

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