#kallamar x reader

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Hcs for follower (or lover idk) reader tending to their Bishop(s)? Like would reader tend to Leshy but trimming the grass on their body? Would they help Kallamar with making medicine or collecting herbs? Would Heket let them gather ingredients for food or would she help the reader so to not pick the wrong ones by mistake? Would they help Shamura with guiding them through their temple or gather books for him to reader?

Tending to the Bishops

I really really want shrimp oufg s tier food

Notes: gn any creature reader, follower and lover reader, bishops are still bishops, short and written on mobile

CWs: mentions of corpses and cannibalism

LESHY

Horrible at maintaining his plant matter in terms of trimming and keeping mud and other stuff out of it... both because the crown can only offer so much sight and... well he thinks it's too much of a hassle! He's always going underground and shit... do you expect him to clean constantly?!

If he can stay still long enough he let's you put extra flowers in his hair... he thinks it's for appearance. It is, but it's also partly for smell reasons.. the earthy smell he has on him can be overwhelming at times

Also you help pick hard to dislodge stuff from his branches. Sometimes being big has disadvantages. Giant hands can make grabbing small things hard sometimes

HEKET

Just because you're her favorite don't think you'll stop having work to do! ...sure it's significantly less... and a lot of it deals with acting as an enforcer of the cults doctrines and shit... and scheduling who does what... it's still work! Do you KNOW how big the cult is?

You sometimes work in the kitchens to carve up corpses- you save the best parts for heket and she loves you for it... though... nearly all parts are favorable to her

You're also sent out to go forage for supplies- seeds, meat (heretics), maybe fish if you can find a good spot for it... being a sisters lover has its perks

KALLAMAR

Go fetch him some crystals and you'll make his day! Or or or if you've got some talent on you, use the crystals to make jewelry or general decor! He always loves a new gift

He also let's you pick his outfits and do his makeup, mostly saved for days where he can't think of something good... he trusts your tastes enough to make him look absolutely gorgeous

Lots and lots and lots of complaining to be heard. Not about you- about other followers (that were likely punished or killed for their perceived crimes) or about one of his siblings.. usually in the typical sibling drama that doesn't involve trauma and scars

SHAMURA

You help them keep track of things- who and how many people are in the cult and what all needs to be done, what obligations and plans they've made with their siblings... things like that. And they do tell you they appreciate your efforts and services to them

You also help keep their quarters and studies neat and dusted. Well organized. They're not sloppy or messy but sometimes they forget where something goes.. misplaced..

Hc that they decorate their legs with webs and they let you pipe up on what design they should make next in their webs

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.

The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.

(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).

Narinder

General:

He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.

Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.

When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.

He will thank you, before asking you to leave.

Romantic:

Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.

If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.

Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.

Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.

He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.

Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.

He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.

Heket

General:

I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.

Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.

Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.

Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.

It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.

Romantic:

Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.

She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).

Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.

I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.

She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.

Leshy

General:

I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.

He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.

Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.

unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.

Romantic:

If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.

Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.

He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.

If its cold, he's basically glued to you.

He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.

Kallamar

General:

He is terrified when you first pick him up.

He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.

Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.

If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.

He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.

Romantic:

If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.

You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.

Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.

Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.

He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).

if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.

Shamura

General:

Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.

Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.

Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.

Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.

Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders

Romantic:

Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.

If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.

If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.

They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.

The Lamb / Lambert

General:

The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.

Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.

You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.

Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well

They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.

Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.

Romantic:

The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.

Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).

Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.

They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.

I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.

Requests are open by the way

[zombbean]

Bishops lost in their past (x reader)

(Non Gender specific; based on the hc that creatures in the universe are hermaphroditic. Some angst about their past alongside the sexual tension.)

Nsfw below cut:

Leshy

The bush worm pawed at you, a low growl leaving his throat as he patiently waited for you to finish what you were doing. Or rather, the Leshy version of patience. He’d wanted your attention for the better part of an hour, and by the god he was going to get it at some point soon!

He was bored. Tired of waiting. If he were to have his vision he would distract himself with the colors and sights of his environment, but he could not. There was not even a peaceful melody playing nearby, or the sound of others talking to keep his attention.

He was so bored. Also, he was horny. The smell of you was intoxicating, and he was unsure if it was because you changed something in your care routine, or if his own breeding season was coming into fruition.

Hell, it could just be the worm was just sexually frustrated. He just knew he needed it.

When he was a burrower he knew his life was going to be short lived- or rather he thought it would be. Back then he was the prey animal. Back then he was the food to be caught and devoured by the creatures around him, so much stronger than himself. He was to be the sacrifice to gods even older than Shamura at the time.

He was so small then. So scared, and tucked away.

So lonely. He had no one.

But these were thoughts he didn't wish to think of at the moment. What he did want to think about was plunging deep inside you and making you cock stupid. To breed you and fill you with his eggs and hatch a future generation of gods. Burrowers that he could care for unlike his own predecessors.

Fuck the idea of you being swollen with his brood made him even hornier... Fuck.

Coming up behind you, he wrapped a large hand around your waist, sliding it to your hips and letting them rest on the curve that fit so perfectly beneath his hand. He let out an impatient sigh as he leaned in beside your head and moaned, “Rosebud~” an affectionate name he’d come to call you, "I need you… I crave you!”

You grinned, suppressing a chuckle. It was fun to play this game and test his patience, as little as he had. The crinkle of the leaves on his head that almost seemed to mimic an eyebrow furrowed, showing his disdain. Even if the emotion of his eyes were hidden behind ichor-soaked cloth, he couldn't hide his feelings. But that's what you love about him. He was open with you, never lied even if it hurt. But that just meant you could trust him, and he expected the same honesty from you. A god had no use for a liar, and a liar you were not.

You questioned him about why he needed your attention so eagerly, so soon, so desperately, even though you already knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it, because perhaps this time you would earn a beg or a plea from the youngest of the bishops. Perhaps, you could get this feral man to beg you for a crumb of your body.

Hah. As if.

"Rose bud... you know why. I want to lay you by my temple and ravish you! To have you beneath me as I eat you alive~"

If Leshy were to say that to any other living creature it would be a death sentence, a symbol that you were his next meal. A mere sacrifice of flesh to feed his ever-unsatiable hunger.

But it was you he was talking about. You filled a whole different hunger within the chaotic god. One that only you could fill in him, and by the gods was he starving for that meal right now.

As he growled your name, he opened his mouth, tongue sliding out as he lifted your shirt with a clawed hand to run it along your bare skin. He left a floral smelling saliva behind as he tasted you, tugging your pants down slightly and dipping the tip of his tongue down the hem.

You felt that burn in your cheeks, not only from Leshy's seductive motions but from the buzzing feeling of the aphrodisiacs that subconsciously formed from the wetness of his mouth. He knew how to rile you, but you were unsure if he realized it was his saliva that brought you there.

"Mine~" he chuckled before slipping off your bottoms, using his tongue to taste between your legs, enjoying your arousal completely. As his tongue slithered back into his toothy void of a mouth, he pressed you against the table you had been working on and perched himself over you.

You could feel his cock thick and wet against your inner thigh, the honey fluid leaking from the petal like tip, a mixture of seminal fluid and gushing egg canal arousal mixing into a mess on you.

"My rose bud... let me put you in full bloom~!" He let out a dark chuckle as he leaned down and gently nipped at your shoulder, running his tongue over fresh blood.

"Mine..."

Heket

The woman settled behind you, running a hand over your shoulder, the large palm feeling lightly chilly against your skin. She smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek before walking alongside you to gather supplies.

She wasn't often close to others romantically. But for you, she made an exception. You were the one person she opened herself up to in such a vulnerable way that no other was allowed to experience. She was the only one who she'd ever let pleasure her through egg canal whether it was with you or toys inside her.

An embarrassing topic for her really.

She couldn't really remember what her life was like before the hardened life she'd made for herself along her siblings had begun. Unlike the world her human lover had told her about, her position as a woman did not affect the opinions amongst her followers, no did one assume she was any less strong.

The idea of entering the humans world and decimating the humans that thought in such ways was a curious thought. One that she often mused at the thought of. Show that world the power of a eldritch god of famine. Make them suffer for their ignorance.

But... then she thought of you. Her small human that barely came up to her shoulder in size. How there were many creatures like you that would welcome her with open arms and love her. How there were many that didn't deserve the horrible treatment they received. Your people were cruel, that she wouldn't deny, but they were intelligent in their own right.

She would never let you suffer. Not if she could help it.

Pausing, she felt that warmth in her belly. The sight of you on your back as she took you. The look on your face as you pleasured her in return. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt the all too familiar pulse of need between her thighs.

She was giving you that look as she peered over her shoulder. The look that lets you know she needed you. She'd been patiently waiting for you to finish your work, as you had been helping her with gathering mushrooms and roots for a special tonic.

Perhaps it was the way your body swiveled when you turned from plant to plant or how your rear plumped up when you bent over the large fallen logs to grasp more herbs and mushrooms, but whatever it was it drew the frog in, making her bite her bottom lip as she recalled the image in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat- or perhaps it was just the wound that so rudely kept down the sounds she wished to make for you. Sounds she wished for you to hear as she spoke your name in the heat of passion or called out to you as she sung praises of your body and soul.

You could tell she was lost and thought and smiled at her before you asked what she needed. You let her know it was fine to just show you, so she didn't have to speak and harm her throat. After all you loved and cared for Heket, and the last thing you ever wished was for her to live through the pain in her voice.

Heket weighed her options a moment before she crossed the barrier between the two of you, and blocked you against the bark of a tree, one hand over your head as she leaned forwards to look at you. The frog gave a small smile that slowly spread to a larger one, and a devilish grin laced her lips. She took two large digits of her hand and slid them gently down the front of your pants and tugged on them, implying she wanted them off.

You felt your cheeks flush at what she wanted. What she needed and nodded a silent confirmation.

Heket lay you in the grass and dirt of the forest, some autumn flowers in bloom beside you as she ran her fingers up your shirt to lift the fabric and run her tongue over your stomach. She looked down as she did so curiously, going lower before her head dipped between your thighs and used her tongue to caress your most intimate of places. She’d always loved your taste, that odd salty taste mixed with something so human. Something no one of her own kind could reproduce that made you so deliciously irresistible.

She couldn't talk, but she could croak out a chuckle as she watched you squirm at her touch. This only resulted in her nesting her face closer and devouring you.

As she sat up on her hind legs, you could see the spot between her legs glistening with her egg canal's arousal as her cloaca dared to let her cock bounce lightly from its hold, the precum dripping from the feathered tip that slowly ribbed downwards.

As she presented her cock and her hole, she tilted her head as to offer whichever you wanted. There was a burning need, a pleading look in her eyes as she dipped her fingers into the fluid and placed them against your lips to taste as she had you.

With a heated breath, she took in air, bracing herself for pain as she spoke, "Ple...ase......... b…..br….eed …… m…….e….?"

Kallamar

The man was anything but patient, but he could be when he was the one causing the delay. Dressing you in fine silks and jewels, having you show them off as you titled, bracelets and necklaces jingling as a result… He absolutely adored adoring you with such expensive and grandeur treasures he'd gathered either by offering from his followers or collected as spoils of war when he'd fought alongside Shamura millennia ago.

Now, he had little use to wear them himself, little use showing off his spoils now that war had settled and there was nowhere near a constant happening. No need to show off his grand wealth and how, even when hindered with gems and jewels, complicated silks and clothing he could still beat his enemies into submission with skills one could only envy in his precise use of weaponry.  

Instead, he opted to have his delicate human lover dress themselves in his spoils, and oh how it aroused him to no end. A low growl left his throat as he spun his finger in a circle, commanding you to twirl for the umpteenth time, having you do so whenever he changed jewelry or slipped you into a new outfit. There were times when he would strip you of clothing completely and see your naked glimmering glory shimmering with his wealth. A mixture of a power trip and sexual pleasure at providing he supposed.

"Beautiful... simply astonishing," he spoke more to himself than to you. But they were still compliments nonetheless, "Come to me my little pearl,"

He beckoned you with a nickname, motioning with a finger to come closer. His hearing was greatly muffled, but he could still hear you as you chuckled, distant and far.

He furrowed his brow. He was auditorial, more so than visual, and it pissed him off to not be able to hear your voice clearly. He was told his hearing was similar to being underwater, but he begged to differ as being underwater never sounded like this. Underwater was fluid and clear to him. Even now, as he settled underwater, keeping his blessing upon you to breath the same aquatic atmosphere, he could make out just barely the familiar call of the ocean in his ears. Begging him to listen and hear the ocean sing once more.

Though she called out to him, Kallamar knew he would never hear the ocean speak to him as she did so long ago. Long enough he feared he would forget her call. His heart ached to hear the ocean sing.

The muffling reverberation of your voice brought him back to his reality. His eyes trailed to your lips so as to take in what you said. He knew that you were not savvy to sign language, and so long as you spoke clearly to allow him to lip read he cared not. He would rather stare at your face and mouth over your hands as your face was mesmerizing.

Patting his lap, you could see that he'd obviously been enjoying the show of decorating you in jewels and gems, since his dual cocks stood at full attention, the thick tapered tips-tinged pink with a light blue decorating the entire shafts, a red pattern underneath with dark teal spots atop them. He gathered some of the slick fluids from his egg canal and smeared it over both, a deliciously seductive grin lacing his features as he picked you up and nestled you between the both of them, contemplating how deep they could sink into you.

"I bet I could make you bulge with my cocks... imagine how much I could fill you with my seed... hmm... let's see you house a gods brood shall we? I'm sure you could take both after all~"

Shamura

(Shamura’s goes more into sex than the others, but it’s not detailed in order to be fair. I just needed it to happen for story reasons. Also the reason it's so long is because it devels into Shamura's thought process, and this spider is VERY detail oriented and we all know this.)

"And you are absolutely sure?" Shamura reiterated as they ran a hand down your front and settled it on your stomach.

You nodded in agreement. Shamura had asked if you would be willing to carry their brood to term, which entailed them filling you with eggs and fluid to nourish them. Of course you were willing, as there was no one you trusted more than Shamura.

They were, however, a very large spider, and thus, breeding would be very difficult. So, the spider had offered an alternative to the act.

Settling back to relax, they patted their fluffy chest, beckoning you to lay against them. This was no spur of the moment situation. They had asked you before they asked anyone else, as you were a very dear person to them. You often wondered how special you were, and if you were anywhere near how much the other had felt towards Narinder.

Granted that had been a familial love, but a deep love all the same. Perhaps no one would ever be as special. While that fact on its own was painful, the fact they care at all was a special feeling.

As you leaned with your back into the god of war, they placed their hands on either shoulder, gently massaging you in small circles. This was to be an intimate moment, not simply a business transaction built under the guise of protection from others.

They pondered as they rubbed your shoulders… how long had it been since they had touched another intimately as a lover does? How long had it been since they’d felt the warmth of a lover’s breath on their flesh?

How long had it been since the last time they had bred with another?

It would be foolish to believe that a god of their age to not have sired children in the past. They had all long since passed however, which while painful to experience, was a natural part of life. Living creatures were meant to pass, meant to die, meant to leave this plane on a journey to another.

This was something that Narinder had not understood, and while they were on better terms now, was something of a sore subject to this day. Luckily, Shamura had never told the others of their past children, as those children had passed long before even Kallamar had hatched.

But now of course they would all expect a new brood of children, as he had told them all of their plans to produce offspring. Surprisingly, they were all excited to be an aunt and uncles. They pondered how their brood would fair being raised by so many different varieties of personalities- but they suspected they would do just fine.

Shamura had moved their hand slowly down their chest, and between your legs as they’d been lost in their thoughts, noticing the hitch of your breath and how desperately you clung to them as they had begun to stretch you one finger at a time to accommodate for more fingers later. After all, they would have to place their seed inside you, and to make sure it stuck well inside your opening, there needed to be a way to cake your insides without the risk of it sliding out from shallow penetration.

“Good…. Very good my dear,” they hummed, that airy breath in your ear.

You felt a slightly furry arm brush against your back as it moved between the others legs to slide between their own folds which held their ovipositor. A small inhale from them followed by the hum of a groan as one of their spindly legs pressed you closer into them.

They took a deep breath from you near your shoulder, lightly licking from shoulder to neck and nibbling flesh lightly. It was enough to make you shiver, but not enough to draw blood.

A few dips of their fingers inside their egg canal coaxed their cock from its sheath, lightly twitching and eager to be of use. Shamura themselves, however, was the most patient being in this plane of existence, and thus remained calm as they continued to massage between your legs to induce an orgasm.

The god of war themselves became lost in memories again. An unfortunate response to their skull injury. While it was not as bad as it once had been, it still stung and drew them into the realms of the past.

They released the fluid into their palm and slowly began to stuff your hole with their egg canal fluids, important fluids that would nurture and feed the eggs, as you could not produce such fluids yourself. Humans were not capable.

At some point you changed your mind and decided to become more intimate, letting them have you in a way couples often do letting them place themselves within you instead.

The memories came back to their days before a war god without family. Without lovers. Without siblings. They were nothing more than an angry monster. One that had been tired of the world crashing around them and trying to desperately kill them for merely existing. Being called a ‘disgusting creature’ as spiders often were. The crown had found them as they were spinning their web, fixing the damage that had been wrought in their home in silk cradle, a war zone that threatened to erase every member of their kind.

The irony.

Once they had adorned the crown they had changed. They had become angry. Vengeful. The beginning of another’s end. As war raged on, there were lovers. There were those that placed themselves before the other merely for reproductive purposes. After all their kind had dwindled quite a bit in the extermination, and producing offspring was of the utmost importance.

But none had loved them. None had embraced them with the love of a partner, lover, friend or even anything remotely familial. They had many partners within their lifetime.

A kiss.

Shamura’s mind fell back to the act at hand as you placed kisses over their lipless mouth, their chelicerae. Shamura tried not to show their surprise, as sex had never involved such intimacy with them. The way you caressed their face, kissed them, gently slid down to bury your face in the others chest gripping the fluff and riding them into the edge of ecstasy.

Even Shamura couldn’t help the sounds that escaped their throat as it all occurred. Hands briefly hesitating before grasping your hips to continue the act.

Warmth. A deep warmth. It was not familiar as it was the first time they had found their sibling Kallamar, a small squid who had recently found his crown, sobbing over the loss of their entire family and terrified. Someone whom they taught to fight so as not to be so scared of a war-torn world. A world… that they had created.

Death was born from the war the god continued to wrought, and as this small kitten played his role as a god of death. No remorse on his face as he slaughtered dozens, hundreds, it left the spider with a pain in their gut. Perhaps the reason that Shamura loved Narinder more than any of the other siblings… was because it became blaringly clear that there were things that children should not bare. Death was something that this child should not have to handle, something that was so terrible that they themselves wished they could take over from the child- but alas the crown was a fickle thing, and wouldn’t swap it’s owner unless it desired so- even if a god that was gifted it freely chose to relinquish it, should the crown not agree, it would simply not accept it’s new owner without reason.

So, Narinder’s job was born of suffering. Shamura would keep him safe. Make sure that his life was not more suffering than it already was cursed to be.

The next time that Shamura had felt warmth was the discovery of a tadpole who had only just begun to sprout her legs. A crown had chosen this aggressive frog offspring, and as she hissed and chomped at them Shamura could only let out the deepest belly laugh that surprised both Narinder and Kallamar. Such a small creature was able to be so vicious, a perfect addition to the growing family.

The final time that Shamura had felt this warmth was the discovery of a loud, crying burrower. He was hungry and had gotten stuck in a log, viciously flailing and growling, chomping at the log, and trying to make his arms work, as they were new. There had never been a creature quite like him in the forest before. Despite the bites and the scratches, Shamura did not flinch as they dislodged the infant god, and named him. The only one of their siblings they had given a name- Leshy, after the forest of gods older than even Shamura themselves.

Hearing you call their name brought Shamura back to the events that were playing out. How they wished their mind could stay in one place!!! How they wished he could focus on the deed they had arranged to be done.

They swore they heard you whisper soft words of romantism. They swore they heard you speak clearly the words of love and adoration a lover would.

They swore they heard you say that you loved them.

Those last words made their heart ache. Feel sore. Caused them to grip you tighter, closer, return kisses. Not want to let go even as they released and pumped their fluids and eggs inside you. Not even as they rode out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

This warmth was different from the warmth they’d felt in their previous years of life. It was hot, like a burning. Like they were on fire. Not any more important than the other flashes of heat that had marked important moments in their life, or the bonds that had formed from those seeds of warmth and love. But a different kind of… love.

They did not love you any more than their family. But you were the only one they loved in such a way. It was a unique kind of love.

As they let both yours and their own breathing steady, they pressed their chelicerae to your forehead, unable to give kisses as you would, but still giving the motion in an attempt to recreate the sentiment. 

They felt you doze off. Not that they could blame you. The event had taken nearly four hours to complete thanks to their unwavering stamina.

Petting the top of your head, they became lost in thought. A low humming tune escaping their throat.

“Even a god of war deserves love I suppose,”

[g0dwat3rwritings]

The Gods (all bishop, Narinder, and Haro) reactions to you wanting to pet them headcannons.

(You can decide the relationship vibes)

𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥), 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬,

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲

He... didn't expect that.

Just a little weirded out.

How could you possibly pet him?

Intrigued on how you would do it, he let you.

He almost immediately melted into your touch, and you could see his branches start to wiggle a bit.

Petting him on the top of his head, the 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 could noticably start to blink more.

The 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 also started to have a slight hint of red tinting the sides, almost as if it were blushing.

Petting him under his "chin", would cause him to completely melt in your hands.

Keep that in mind.

If he ever gets angry, well, too angry, just give him scritches and he's putty.

𝐇𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐭

Oddly, it flusters her the moment you bring it up.

She's hesitant, and her blush never leaves, but she allows you.

The 𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣'𝙨 eye seems to widen, and seems to stop blinking.

It also seems to get slightly redder at the sides.

Either way you pet her, whether on her head, or under her chin;

Heket seems to get extremely flustered, and her eyes seem to look anywhere but you.

Although, to you, it's obvious she loves it.

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫

Kallamar immediately lets you.

As consistently anxious as he is, he trusts you.

Completely.

When you pet his head, the 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣'𝙨 eye softens, and it has a slight aura.

The aura seems as though it's smiling.

Kallamar loves it, he nestles into your touch, and peppers soft kisses to the inside of your forearm.

Well, if you're alone.

He has a facade to maintain, y'know?

If it's under the chin, he seems to act as Leshy does, melting into your touch and is basically putty.

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

You ask them while they're reading in their study.

Shamura cocks their head, but ultimately lets you.

"𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭?" They'll question, letting out a small chuckle.

Afterward, you pet them

And immediately, they're putty.

They actually fall over.

like onto the floor.

You both laugh about it, but you pet them again, and they just melt into the floor.

Needless to say, it's their weakness

(is it obvious that they're my favorite and the absolute love of my life)

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

He would immediately say no

A small hiss erupted from his throat as he said so.

After consistent and constant begging, be finally let you.

He purred, immediately.

His eyes became half-lidded as he nuzzled into your touch and nibbled at your hand lightly.

He'd lose his footing a few times, but unlike Shamura, he wouldn't fall onto the floor.

He would blink kind of like a frog, despite his half-lidded eyes.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐨

A gentle smile would appear across Haro's beak.

They would kneel down slightly, letting you pet them.

No matter which way you pet them:

Their feathers would fluff out.

And underneath their cloak, you could notice their wings start to flap slightly

Not enough to fly, let alone hover, but just flapping slightly.

"𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐡? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐟'𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬." (Is this alright, love? I thank you for the affections.)

They would hum, gentle and spaced purrs erupting from them.

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

It would huff, shaking it's head.

Both in disappointment and flusteredness.

It would mostly be flustered by the fact that it... didn't have any clue what you were asking.

But inevitably, it would let you.

It would shift one of it's eyes into lips and softly peck your brow.

The petting wouldn't really affect them, but they did like it.

Considering that it was a form of affection, it obviously liked it.

Well, it only liked affection from you, which is a plus, i guess.

[skellygutzxx]

ocean blue, what have i done to you?

summary: a list of headcanons in which you are bishop kallamars (adopted) child, first meeting, separation, reunited.

cw: RELIGIOUS/CULTISH THEMES (this is cult of the lamb after all,,,,), written with a gn!reader intended, lowercase intended, mentions of fighting, reader ends up as a caretaker later on in the hc, reader is kind of selectively mute, blood mention, execution of the lambs mentioned, SPOILERS FOR CULT OF THE LAMB

wc: 1004

when you were a young infant, you had no clue as to what the reality of the world was like.

until you did.

surrounded by the destroyed remains of your town, you curled into a ball and sobbed your little toddler eyes out

until you felt the cold arms wrap around your small body, and you curled into the robes of a cultist, a bishop.

from there on out, bishop kallamar was your father. he taught you the ways of the Old Faith.

it was a content life for you, you were right by him for anything you could be there for (along with his witness and his high priests...), like rituals, sermons...

you were showered in gifts and gave to his people, you spread his word, you were devoted to your father

he was happy. you were happy

until narinders betrayal changed it all.

bishop kallamar became paranoid, more anxious. from a generous and mighty god to a cowardly one in what felt like a mere snap of fingers.

you still remember him stumbling into his temple, ears ripped from his body, his blood dripping onto the mosaic floors of his temple

how scared you felt in that moment. how it felt as if the world flipped itself over in a matter of moments.

you were terrified of what this meant for the future.

your father began to distance himself from everyone, you being no exception.

he believed anyone, everyone was plotting against him! you tried to get close with your father again and again, only to end up futile

dissenters became more common within all of the cults, this only made his paranoia worse, you tried your hardest to handle it.

then came the declarations.

every lamb in the realm of the Old Faith to be executed

you watched with horror as you saw people, children, slaughtered at the hands of your family, your father.

you kept your mouth shut, any defiance you had remained on the tip of your tongue like a fool.

you didn't want to disappoint.

in the ocean of grief you felt for the past, you announced your own isolation, and that was the last the people heard or saw of you.

when the final execution came around to you and the news that the red crown had a new bearer, you finally understood it was the beginning of the end.

“the lamb”, as the realm had begun to call them, held his sword to your throat. your eyes held a glint to them, one of exhaustion and one of sadness, but at the same time, one of acceptance.

“you and i both know i will not be the one to fall to your blade tonight,” you began. the lamb kept his blade pointed to your throat, but you notice his eyes visibly soften. “that who you seek is down the hall.”

the lamb lowers his blade, you release a breath you didn’t know you held. “why..? why do you tell me where he awaits, knowing he will fall to my blade?” the lamb demands. you shift your weight onto your foot, your jewelry of gold, gems, pearls, and shells chiming along with your robes. 

“my fath-ahem, bishop kallamar, the moment he exiled the second youngest of his siblings to the realm of death, he lost himself to his fears and his crown. I only hope you will cleanse him and the rest of anchordeep…” your heart ached for the past, a return to normalcy, a return that could never happen.

“please, lamb, bring him to his senses!”

another thing led to you being indoctrinated into the lambs cult.

they let you keep your jewelry, you're grateful.

a few former people of anchordeep ask you questions about your absence from bishop kallamar’s cult. you inform them of your absence and they inform of what happened that did or didnt reach your ears during your isolation period.

through your adjustment period you noticed an egg in a nest, you walked up to it, inspecting it.

“its parents passed away a few weeks ago,” the lamb's voice protrudes. you visibly jump. 

it hits you, you were like the egg once.

alone.

regardless, you're around it more often, the lamb creates a satchel for you to carry around the egg in, you try to take care of it.

lamb begins crusades to “set the bishops free.” and you're nervous.

its a pattern, the witness, then their respective bishop.

witness astaroth is indoctrinated, you wait on bated breath for your father.

“what is this? shamura, heket? leshy? i feel…bleugh.”

you're speaking with witness astaroth, the egg in its satchel close to your chest. you look over and witness astaroth turns around, your eyes widened. You're not sure why you're shocked, you knew it was coming.

the lamb places your father in the healing bay, night falls. you dont go to bed and head to the healing bay. heket and leshy seem to have a similar idea to you. the leaves rustle and heket and leshy snap their heads around, kallamar follows a few seconds later. he lets out a little gasp. nervously, you walk in.

“my darling child…” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes as you walk in. you end up standing next to heket, you feel her eyes bore into your skull. you elicited to ignore it, putting a hand on his shoulder, he places his own on top of it, tracing your knuckles with a cold, ringed thumb. you hug him and weep.

when the hug is broken off, you wipe your tears and kallamar notices the egg, he gives you a quizzical eyebrow raise. he doesn't have eyebrows!

“......not….theirs…..” heket rasps, you give her a grateful look, she looks away.

“yeah! but they've been all over the egg since before i've been here!” leshy chimes in, albeit a little too loud for your liking and your face heats up in embarrassment.

you realize this is the start of something new.

by @skellygutzxx !! do not repost or translate !!

[geekdubs]

Old Art from BOTOF ask blog

[luis-block]

AUGHH I’ve requested like 3 things from you and honestly they NEVER disappoint so HERE I GO AGAIN!!!!!!!

Do you have any headcanons of aftercare routines for the bishops? (Aftercare as in after NSFW)

Thank you for the asks! Its nice to see that you and others are enjoying my content! If you guys want, you can tag yourselves with emojis so I know the difference between Anon's

Warnings: None, but technically NSFW

Aftercare with the bishops 🔞

Shamura

Is going to treat you like royalty tbh. Their love language is service, so it’s not surprising that when it comes to aftercare, they excel at it. Will have a bath made for you both, will have food and beverages handed to you when you wish, you will never lift a finger. But make sure you also give them some aftercare; they will melt like butter.

Kallamar

He tries his best! He will make you as comfortable as possible, but sometimes forgets that most people do want aftercare. Most of the time he remembers, but sometimes needs to be reminded before he falls asleep. He will do whatever you want but doesn’t really need aftercare himself. But he does like when you guys pillow talk, a lot.

Heket

Is well versed in whatever aftercare you need, even if you don’t know what you need or want. She feels like its her job to give you aftercare, as she is the one who is most dominant. She almost has a six sense for it and will be helping you relax and recover from a hard or soft session. Cuddles and a nice pillow talk and some strawberry flavored water is her favorite.

Leshy

You two split the aftercare about 50/50. He loves cuddling with you and getting clean after all is said and done. He also will do whatever you want for your half of the time. Leshy loves to get little platers of finger food so you both can pick at the plate and cuddle some more. He enjoys this just as much as the sex itself.

Bonus Narinder

At first didn’t get why aftercare was a thing, but after you showed him how much better you both felt after doing aftercare, he totally got it. Loves to take long showers with you as you bot clean each other (Sometimes starting another round lol). He then likes to lazily lay with you, making a fort of blankets almost like a nest for you two to sleep in.

[4botof]

Do you guys have any other outfits besides your normal robes and stuff?

“Nah! I like this robe it’s comfy!”

“Well yes, occasional lounge robes and other wear, but my armor and fleece are usually what I wear.”

“Uh guys, don’t let Kallamar answer this..”

“Oh My.. wouldn’t you like to see just how many outfits I have dear?”

“Brother.. why..?”

[lurrywrites]

Oh wow, I'm coming back after one- wait, two years. Niiceeeeee.

Well.. the old masterpost is still relevant.

You may still call me Lurry, at least for now. I use they/them mostly but if the situation is comical I welcome being gendered otherwise.

English is not my first language, and am learning it. Criticism and corrections are allowed in polite form.

This blog will still be focused on x reader content but I may write character x character. Also, there may be some oc inclucion.

May write for:

Thrash Of The Counts Family - ongoing!

Cookie Run - ongoing?

Undertale(including aus) - ongoing

Cult Of The Lamb - Encouraged!!

Omniscent Reader - ongoing

Fran Bow(I have been infected with loving itward) - Ongoing!

The Amazing Digital Circus - Ongoing!!

Rules:

● Please request through asks!

● If I didn't answer your ask, that means I either haven't recieved it, writing it right now, feeling too burnt out, uncomfortable with it or am busy; consider that I am too, a living being.

● Please do not send anything truly nsfw, slightly suggestive things and jokes are okay through!

● I'm not obliguied to answer your ask for various reasons; and I get to them when I get to them, of course.

• If my work did not turn out how you wanted or if I got something wrong, please be pollte about it.

● I will not write yandere fics for totcf as this is one of my very few comfort fandoms that was never associated with such themes in my eyes and I would like for it to stay that way for as long as possible.

● Other fandoms are okay, but heavy yandere stuff still will be unlikely to appear.

[sparkyz-plug-writes]

I love your writing of bush boy but i wanna see you write kallamar with a deer reader. I dont think our squid boy gets enough love.

(Absolutely, I love our squid boi so writing time!)

☁️Kallamar x Deer!Reader☁️

Characters:

Kallamar: He/Him (poor squid boy- can't hear almost anything-)

Y/N: any pronouns (Very VERY competitive with other followers for some reason-)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Okay let's get out of the way, your probably competitive like normal Deer! But maybe for backstory you had to show your best to others or something would happen- But Always trying to be the best- probably attracted Kallamar's probably took a liking to you!

You try to do everything right and how you or he likes it, you probably have a high success rate in the missionary and just have a lot of good traits! You won't even listen to dissenters

Kallamar shyly praises you for your success, what you probably suck up like a sponge-

He thinks you're very admirable because you're trying to be good at everything! But he's actually a little bit worried you're forcing it-

But after he was defeated and indoctrinated into the Lamb's cult called you went out on a daring adventure to get to him! (You basically broke through their front door and you yelled at them to indoctrinate you-)

In the Lambs cult, He FINALLY confesses his liking for you in a very shy boi way (he's scared you'll reject him since he's in a 'weaker' form-)

But you accept and he could be happier! You two a cute couple! The Lamb teases you about it and he is met with a bombardment of insults and swears (anger issues <3)

But you two are just a cute couple in this new environment but you'll be in it together. <3

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

DID IT AAAUUGHHH-

[the-s1lly-corner]

You can give followers a lamb plush... buht...what if reader... gives the bishops plushies of them.. follower bishops.. please.. looks at you with my soggy eyes

Giving the bishops plushies of themselves

I tried. anew ice cream flavor and UEUEUE it's so yummy I hate being lactose sensitive

Notes: post game follower bishops, reader is GN, written on mobile

CWs: none

LESHY

feels it with his hands to figure out what it is, making sure not to cut the thing with his claws... oh... its him! ... do you take him for a little kid? why give him such a gift-

ignoring the fact that hes going to gnash and bare his teeth at anyone who dare tries to take it away from it or so much as touch the doll without his permission

will shut you down if you offer to take it back... this is his now! no take backs! sometimes carries it around in his room

lets the fact you sat down and made something for him go to his head... ohoho was he on your mind enough that you felt the need to make something in his image?

will not let it go, and will bring it up whenever- sometimes does it to his sibling.. annoying youngest child behavior. "haha look what i have you dont have it eheh loser"

HEKET

dolls arent really her thing nowadays, but she does keep it... like shamura, she shifts it around in her hands as she looks at it. outright asks what you expect her to do with it

keeps it on her bed, but doesnt really cuddle with it... shes not much of a cuddler, in general...

will go on a small rampage if someone were to sneak into her room and steal it away, from nasty things being ripped out of her mouth to throwing anything she can get her hands on until she believes justice has been served and her gift returned

mixed feelings about it... shes so used to getting things from followers when she was a bishop, but it feels... different now

you made this out of love, not out of devotion. it leaves an odd taste in her mouth

KALLAMAR

loves it, and if you made it hes going to show off your work to everyone who will listen... and everyone who wont! he keeps it on his bed!

sometimes snuggles into it as he sleeps and will immediately bolt up to pick it up if it falls off the bed and onto the floor

if the clothes arent attached to the dolls body, expect him to ask you to make some outfits for mini him

genuinely holds the gift close to his heart... things have been so different since hes been made to join the lambs cult, so having someone dedicate so much time and effort into him feels nice and reminiscent of his time as a god

it... may go to his head a little bit... but hes not going to get overly obnoxious about it like some people

SHAMURA

they simply... stare at it for a long moment as they hold it in their hands... you almost begin to think that they dont like it- before they shift it in their arms and thank you

did you make it? because if you did, they must commend you for your work... its well made

they dont snuggle with it in their sleep, but they do keep it in their home set on a shelf or a desk... they tend to look at it a lot, it reminds them of you

takes very good care of it- keeping dust off of it and overall not being rough with it

they may not cuddle it or pour out their feelings for you, but they do truly appreciate the gift

[mentos-or-mentoes]

My God, just recently I watched Hotel Hazbin, and it just amazed me! Especially Cannibaltown and its inhabitants, they are all so cute, aristocratic and at the same time deadly!

So based on this I came up with an idea.

What if we take the Reader, who is also the leader of a small settlement of cannibals isolated from everyone, who are followers of the red crown, who miraculously managed to survive and hide, isolating all the settlements from everyone and waiting for the prophecy and the lamb to happen, which will free “the one who waits.”

It would be very interesting to see how the already defeated five bishops who are in the cult of the lamb accidentally stumble upon a settlement where Narinder’s followers still live, who eat the flesh of "heretics" and those who want to completely destroy Narinder's legacy. At the same time, they still continue to remain like one big friendly family, with their own manners and friendly character)

(I apologize in advance, because English is not my native language, but I hope I conveyed the essence correctly)

This wont be headcanons. mainly because i don't know exactly how i'm supposed to write this as headcanons. But i hope you enjoy!

I havent watched Hazbin Hotel yet, but i will try my best to make something somewhat like you asked.

Cult of the lamb ex-Bisops + Narinder / TOWW x Reader who is a Cannibal leader.

(this will be with the bishops in follower form).

Narinder / TOWW

Narinder was out gathering some meat for the cult per the lambs request when he suddenly heard a sound from somewhere. It was loud, maybe a shout? A cry? He didn't pay much attention to it at first. But curiosity got the better of him. When he went to investigate the general area, all he could find was some red robes and the remains of a (newly dead) body. It had definetly been a planned attack, that much he was sure of. It was obvious looking at the robes, it didn't have as much as even a singular scratch on it.

Suddenly he heard a noise, Narinder got ready to fight but was met by a seemingly innocent, joyful smile as you, greeted him. You offered him shelter and food for the night and he accepted the kind offer, not wanting to stay out too late.

Upon arriving at the little cult, he was surprised. Everyone seemed to be running around, playing and just having a fun time overall. You didn't have much of anything, yet everyone seemed perfectly fine. Nobody was even remotely sick, or lacking in nutrition. This did make him slightly suspicious. You told him that you'd have to go take care of some ''buisness'', he didn't really care too much, but he did keep an eye on you to make sure you weren't scheeming anything. A bit later, you came back, soaked in blood, and a bone in hand, ruínging a bell. It was then you announced dinner was ready, as well as in a slightly saddend tone announcing that a dissenter who was especially troublesome had been taken care of.

Narinder immidietly put two and two together, and realized that the dissenter you were talking about, was now the meat in the bowl of stew sitting in front of him. He freaked out a little and questioned you about it, You calmy told him that it was how things were around the area, thoose who failed to follow the teachings of the red crown, would help the faithful, by giving them energy, and filling their tummies. You also informed him that, after having to hide as a result of his excile, that rescources were not easy to come by, so it was how things were, and that everyone was fine with it, even scrapping together some vegetables for thoose who'd prefer not to indulge in the cannibalism. Most did so there was enough for a good bit of vegetable stew for him and a couple other followers who simply were too disturbed by the concept but didn't want to leave the cult.

Narinder couldn't help but feel as if he was falling for you, a tiny bit. A sweet, kind leader who wasn't afraid to do what had to be done. Fufilling your own needs first, but making sure everyone felt comfortable after your needs were met.

Narinder would start visiting your little cult whenever he was snet out to get anything for the cult. and if you were up for it, he would be more then willing to ask the lamb, if your cults could kind of join together, your cult taking care of the dissenters who'd keep dissenting no matter what. He'd one day confess his love for you while you two were enjoying the guts of an outsider who had tried to harm your followers, It was a bit akward, but you just gave him a quick kiss, and if you decided to pet him then he'd practically melt into your touch.

Heket

Heket had thought that all cults worshipping the red crown other then that god forsaken lambs cult had died out. She had done so much to try and stop it, yet it seemed near inevitable.

She knew Anura the best so, naturally she took almost every opprotunity to go there, mainly to get away from the cult. One day she had heard a noise comming from a bush. Not afraid to fight, she got ready to take on whatever would jump out at her, After a bit nothing happend. She stopped for a second wondering what it was, before continuing to walk. Suddenly, she heard a soft, quiet, humming. It sounded nice, Heket went to investigate the sound to find you minding your own buisness. She knew something was off, she could tell very easily, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. You introduced yourself to her, showing her around your cult, and talking about the history behind it

She was just taking a walk in Anura, gathering some mushrooms for the cult, when she saw you. Her whole view of you changed that day. As you were cleaning out the blood from the intenstine of a follower, whilst another of your cult members were chopping up the flesh, and another was boiling the sausages that had been stuffed with meat, and twisted to make hotdogs. You asked your friend if she was hungry and offered her a sausage. She accepted and then the little ''secret'' you had was out.

Heket was definetly amused at how your cult was. Everyone knew eachother and cared for one another like family, yet, every time you made your followers eat the flesh of the people they once knew, they seemed to only get more faithful. You even had options for thoose who didn't want to. Truly a place for everyone. upon revisiting the cult she asked you about it, and you told her that, after worshipping the red crown was forsaken, you and your followers had to go into hiding. And therefore you had to do all things nessecary to survive. If one member was caught, then surely everyone would be dead. so scavaging for plants, seeds and other things like that was out of the question, instead having to settle for whatever was available. Thats when you told her of how, thoose who dissented too much would either end up having to rot in a cell somewhere or you and the rest of your cult could get some use out of them, via cannibalising them.

She didn't really think much of it (She probably ate a couple of dissenters too back when she was a bishop herself). You treated thoose who had passed, and thoose who had been faithful with respect. promising to give them a proper passing, and not eating their remains, no matter how desperate things got. One day while at the cult you were even serving up a follower who had tried to sneak into the catacombs to try and take the meat from a passed elder. You of course didn't tolorate that in the slightest bit.

The day she asked you out, she had planned to cook a meal for the two of you, to eat alone. You seemed to read her open as a book because the second you two were alone, you gave a quick little kiss on the cheek, and confessed your love for her, right then and there.

Leshy

It was a cold, stormy night. And out on a journey to find his eye, Leshy was slithering around. When suddenly he tripped over something. He was met with somewhat of an embrace, rather then the cold dirt, as you greeted him. Offering to help him around, and to help him try to find his missing eye. You took him back to your cult, where everyone gave him a warm welcome, You gave him some soup. Leshy however, having a very good smelling sense to make up for his lack of vision, could immidietly smell that something was off. You, knowing that he couldn't see and wanting to try and calm him down fro, thinking you were trying to poison him, just told him that it was the meat of a worm follower who had recently started to dissent alot. On one hand it calmed him down a bit, that he wasn't being poisoned. On the other hand, it freaked him out even more how casually you just talked about turning a person into soup.

You told Leshy that, nobody would hurt him, and that you'd make sure of it. Your calm energy, and words of comfort definetly helped him out. The kindness of your followers towards him despite what he did, made him feel welcome

when he asked exactly who you and your cult was worshipping, he got surprised at the fact that you also worshipped the red crown. Not that it wasn't a possibility, but most people who had worshippec the red crown had been found, then put to the blade. He himself witnessed almost every single of its followers die infront of him. To think that you and this cult of atleast 60 people had hidden that well from him, and his siblings, just surprised him.

His amasement at how you handled, well, everything! You almost managed your cult better then he did when he was a bishop. You made sure everyone was comfortable, And that no boundaries were overstepped, as long as the followers of the cult were to be faithful, and respectful towards others. Your willingness to help others, both inside and outside of your cult, as long as your, and your followers needs were met, definetly lead to him developing some feelings towards you.

He'd start visiting more often, especially after getting his eye back, You'd make sure to avoid having him around especially gory sacrifices or executions, if we didn't want to see them.

Leshy would one day just, go up to you, kiss you, then wait to see how you'd react. When you kissed him back, immidietly followed up by a hug, was definetly one of the happiest moments of his life.

Kallamar

Kallamar was just on a walk to calm himself down, when he saw you, he immidietly panicked. You just saw him, and casually waved with someones severed hand. His screams could be heard all throughout the old faith. He was practically unable to move, And he was terrified the second he realized, that you, were only getting closer. By the time you were close enough to actually talk to him, he was practically on his knees just begging you to not hurt him. You reckognized him as one of the four bishops that had tried to kill you and your followers back when Narinder was banished, Didn't stop you from trying to calm him down, and telling him that you weren't gonna be hurting him any time soon.

He was shocked that a cult like yours was still going, especially after everything he and his siblings had done to try and eradicate any evidence of the red crowns existence. Turns out, you and your followers had been living far back in the caves, worshipping the red crown the entire time. Knowing that the prophecy of the lamb, that would free your great leader, would one day be fufilled. You had basically managed to make a secret society, but with everyone being cannibalistic.

You were terrifying, yet, oddly comforting. You made Kallamar feel like he was in danger, yet safe at the same time. It seemed you had affected you followers in the same way, with them gladdly following your word, doing as you said happily, both in the fear for their lives, but also out of will. Everyone knew eachother down there, and it gave people less reason to dissent. Thoose who did, would lose their life, as well as make everyone around them have to lose someone close to them. It hurt you and everyone else, what you had to do for survival, but it was nessecary. They understood, and everytime food was getting low, many people would be willing to offer themselves up, for the sake of everyone else.

Kallamar would never confess his feelings to you, but you became an unofficial couple because, his crush was clear as day to everyone around him, including you. so you just started being romantic, and started dating, no confessions needed.

Shamura

Shamura didn't leave the cult too much, not without someone by their side atleast. They however do have a tendency to just, wander off to god knows where. It was on one of theese times, that they stumbled upon what they at first thought was the cult of the lamb, because of the robes. Upon seeing a bunch of new faces, they started to think otherwise. You however, were kind, and accepting of them stumbling upon your little settlement. Offering them something that could remind them of their days in power, Something akin to eating the dissenters of their cult, for power.

Shamura could immidietly tell, that something, was different, about the food they were being served. After asking you, they found out that an outsider had tried to attack some children, much to their mistake, so you simply took care of them, and served them up to preserve space. It made sense, as the area had not much if anything at all to grow crops at, so having to provide for a whole cult would be difficult without some other food source. You started talking about how, it had been a family tradition, that you had brought with you as a solution to providing food and taking care of dissenters in the cult, at the same time.

You decided to try and teach them a bit about how to use every bit of the body for different dishes, and what nutrition, the different body parts had. It was knowledge Shamura hadn't heard of before. but something they'd love to hear more about, learning every single bit there was to know about the body, and surviving in places with close to nothing.

Your cult being the only remaining that worshipped the crown before Naridners excile, meant you had lots of ''Forbidden'' knowledge. Almost anything related to death, or the afterlife was something anyone in the cult could talk about for hours on end, regardless of if it was an adult or one of the many children. You knew how to preach, and you did it startingly well.

Shamura could see your cult and the lambs, merging together, or yours potentially growing bigger. Your charisma, your soft, gentle voice, your aura, everything was just so, calm and caring about you. And to think that you were possibly one of the most brutal leaders out there when you wanted to be or needed to be, it was seomthing that they knew was the sign of a great leader.

They would bring some books and some tomes from their cult one day and ask if you wanted to read with them, you accepted, and you two spent the evening together, cuddling, and enjoying eachothers company.

[g0dwat3rwritings]

How do you feel about Caregiver Kallamar?

𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐇! 𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐍!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫

Kallamar found you abandoned in Anchordeep, and felt horrible.

You were so small, and... where were your parents?

It took him a moment, but he soon realized just how long you'd been there.

Dirt covered your tiny clothing, grease layered in strands of your hair.

He felt even more horrible as he gently scooped you up and took you back to his temple.

Obviously, his temple was huge and had many bedrooms. He went to his own and gently laid you on his bed.

He would stay next to you until you awoke, scared for your physical health.

Once you awoke, he'd softly explain everything before asking what had happened to get you there.

In a tiny voice, you explained that your parents had abandoned you.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes as he offered to help get you cleaned up.

After you were all settled in, Kallamar gave you your own bedroom, and made it evident who you were to him.

He took care of you like you were his own child.

Of course, he had parents anxiety. Anytime you'd go to visit Shamura in Silk Cradle, (let's face it, they're your favourite of your caregivers siblings.) Kallamar would get so nervous and anxious for your return.

Any, and every, time you get back, he'll scoop you into a hug and hug you tightly for a solid five minutes. Then, he'll make his way out to the lake (I headcanon he has a lake outside of his temple, reserved only for him, and the residents of his temple) and ask all about your time with Shamura.

Leshy definitely cheers you up with flower crowns. Despite being the bishop of chaos, he loves cheering you up. Mostly because Kallamar gets annoying when he's anxious.

On your birthdays, he'll often cook for you, but he'll fail miserably. Shamura has had to put out... more than a couple fires on your birthday.

Which is why Heket cooks. Thats why its her job.

But all in all, you're definitely one of the best things to ever happen to Kallamar, not to mention the bishops as a whole.

𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

follower! bishops with an s/o that was apart of their cult but now runs a tea shop in the lambs cult?

Narinder

"Huh, so this is how my consort wastes the immortal life I've given them...by running a cutesy little tea shop in the cult of my traitorous vessel.."

"Good to see you, darling. Care for some chamomile tea?"

"....yes, I suppose I could indulge in some."

Narinder never thought this is what you've been up to after all this time: sitting in a cozy tent and selling specialty teas to followers who spent their hard-earned coin on refreshing drinks.

He thought you'd use your immortality necklace as a means of travelling the world and spreading his word after he was banished.

But nope. You settled down here with goals to live a comfortable life.

Although you didn't let him forget his cruelty to the other followers and Lamb..

"You wouldn't make me pay, would you?"

"I should charge you double...considering you threatened to kill all of us and Lamb once they've done your bidding." You reminded him, causing him to tense up.

"..I would have spared you-"

"Of course you say that now."

"S/o, please..I'm...."

"You're.....?"

"...I'm sorry." He finally relents.

".....you'll get this one for free, and maybe next time too if you show these followers more kindness." You kiss him on the cheek, passing a cup of tea into his paws.

He acts all huffy about being humbled by you, but from there on he's a little bit nicer to the other followers.

Leshy

You ran a small tea shop back in Darkwood. There was no ingredient that didn't make the perfect tea: peppermint, camelia, citrus..you name it.

After Leshy went blind, he got accustomed to every kind of smell from your shop. So when he stopped by, he always knew what you were brewing and would request some.

Of course, how could you deny him? Your beloved deserved a nice and calming drink in the chaos of his realm.

Unfortunately some of his fanatics obsessed with destruction began trashing your shop while you were out on a supply run.

You tried chasing them away, but got seriously wounded and had to flee for your life. Soon afterwards, Lamb found you and took you to their cult.

Leshy believed you to be dead.

So imagine his shock when he's indoctrinated and smells those familiar teas, immediately rushing to the source and discovering you're here and alive.

"S/o!! Where have you gone?! I thought I had lost you forever!!"

"It's okay, Leshy. I had to run away, but Lamb found me and saved my life. What ever happened to those raiders, by the way?"

"...I had them hung for your murder."

"....oh. Well, they're better off as bird food anyways. Come and sit, dear. I had to start back at square one, but I have every kind of tea flavor you love."

"Yes, of course....it's so good to hear your voice again, s/o."

"Likewise, Lesh."

Heket

Back in Anura, your tea shop helped her keep followers in line..specifically dissenters.

You used to slip mushrooms into teas and offer it as a "gift" to those who opposed her ruling.

And they'd do anything you wanted. Usually you left that to Heket, but as her consort you're allowed some liberties with brainwashed followers.

While she would make them eat dung or fast for the day, you'd tell them to go out into the world and advertise your tea shop to bring more people into the Anurian cult.

Or you'd make them do stupid things just for laughs.

When you were taken to Lamb's cult, Heket fully believed you were "stolen" and demanded your return, lest she starved their entire cult.

Of course, they don't. And she's killed, revived, defeated, and indoctrinated before she finally gets to see you again, promising they won't separate you anymore.

Obviously she's starving, but she beelines for you instead of the kitchen, wanting to see your face and make sure you were alright.

"Oh, my dearest Heket! How are you?"

"....hungry.....come with..."

You pout at her inability to talk for too long, though you join her for dinner, which she has with tea.

While it doesn't soothe any part of her severed vocal cords, it does help her calm down a lot.

Her only disappointment is that Lamb banned you from selling shroom-laced tea to their followers.

They weren't any fun.

Kallamar

Back in Anchordeep, you ran a small tea shop with drinks that could cure minor ailments, such as the common cold.

However, it often felt like Kallamar owned the shop instead.

You were only allowed to use specific ingredients and he told you to refuse any followers cursed with a sickness that he inflicted as punishment (indicated by a glowing green mark on their forehead).

You felt guilty every time you turned one away, but you had to listen to him..lest he shutdown your business.

It was a pain, and you couldn't take it anymore as you were losing more and more coin.

So when Lamb stopped by, you begged them to take you away from here.

Kallamar wasn't happy about that, putting all his focus into hindering Lamb's progress as he thinks they took you away.

Only when he becomes indoctrinated does he realize how wrong he was...

You had some rather venomous words for him. Words that you've been afraid to speak out loud when he was a godlike bishop.

Now you didn't have to hold back.

"I wanted Lamb to take me away, Kall. You were so controlling...trying to run my shop for me and make me refuse followers whose only crime was catching you on a bad day. You preached about how terrifying the Red Crown was, but honestly I was more afraid of you. I should refuse to serve you any of my healing teas so you know exactly how they felt."

He's 0.01 seconds away from having a breakdown, knowing you're absolutely right. You probably didn't love him anymore-

"...but I don't like watching others suffer when I know I can help them, even if they are scum. And part of me..still loves you. So if you wanna start over, we can. But only if you help me run this shop and listen to me."

"O-Of course! I'd love to assist you!" Kallamar managed to hold back the tears on this one, willing make up for how terrible he's been to you.

He lets you run the show, his only suggestion being that you adorned the shop's entrance with crystals to make it prettier (an idea that you accepted right away, showing you forgave him).

Shamura

They (quite literally) drop by your tea shop a lot, often surprising you.

But you enjoyed their company.

While having a drink, they'd chat with you about the latest knowledge they've discovered, some facts about war and ancient methods of combat, and/or how their day with their siblings went.

They could go on for hours, and you loved hearing it all.

They ensured your shop was well-protected, giving you some scorpions who acted like guard dogs.

When their brain got damaged by Narinder, they often forgot about your shop and stopped visiting as much.

You knew it wasn't their fault. But seeing them slowly start to neglect your feelings to yearn for their traitorous brother 24/7 hurt a lot. He's all they ever talked about anymore whenever they did remember to see you.

Eventually you angrily muttered how much you hated him...which was a huge mistake, as Shamura looked at you with the coldest eyes.

And commanded the scorpions to kill you.

You had to run away and were eventually saved by the Lamb.

With nothing but a small satchel of spare ingredients and tea bags with you, you started a new life in their cult, trying to accept that Shamura was too far gone to be helped.

Yet after they were indoctrinated, they immediately asked where you were and cried as you approached the pillory imprisoning them, believing you had been killed.

You realized they finally remembered you, and you wiped away their tears, offering them their favorite tea to jog their memories.

And at last...everything was alright again.

[the-fr34k-enclosure]

D, N, X, J w/ Kallamar

I kinda miss my COTL rot-- it lasted for a few months and it's so weird that it's gone now... well not GONE gone, it's lurking. But it's not in the forefront

Prompts: dirty, noise, xray, jerkoff

Request: ✅️

Notes: reader is gn but has no specified AGAB, mostly focuses on kallamar, short post written on mobile, mentions of kallamar having multiple lovers

CWs/extra kink stuff: tentacles (obviously), praise and degradation, edging/denial, exhibitionism in theory but not in practice

DIRTY

honestly loves the idea of just having you on him at all times, and if you were open to it he would take you up on the offer as soon as possible

dirtiest of his siblings in terms of the sheer amount of lust and need- but whether or not hes the dirtiest in regards to actual kinks is debatable, if i werent a coward id make kink lists for all the bishops based on what i personally think theyd be into

wants to mark you up with his suction cups, in visible areas, resorts to simply leaving them on more discreet areas to get the kick out of leaving a mark while letting you keep some semblance of privacy

NOISE

fairly vocal and hes a talker, too- depending on the intensity he will chat like its nothing, other times hes only devolved to muttering a few words like a mantra

he whimpers more than he groans, and hes not at all ashamed of it- WILL let it all out, hes completely shameless about it. so what if people here? let them come to their own conclusions, he has nothing to be embarrassed about and... may or may not have an unawoken kink for that somewhere inside him

JERKOFF

high drive, and sometimes youre not around so naturally hes going to jack off fairly often when the urge arises- though he would much rather have you- assuming he doesnt have any other lovers nearby... which... to be fair, he likely does

it doesnt do much to hold him over, though- actually making love with someone satisfies him a lot better than tending to his own needs by himself

XRAY

his bits nearly blend seamlessly into his tentacles, but when youre looking for it you can spot it easy. its a little shorter than the others and isnt as.... flexible- stiffer, if you will. externally its just the tentacle- tentadick-

slightly thinner than his actual tentacles, and theres smaller suction cups along it--- hes got some cups that look hook like but rest assured none of them are on his bits! hooray no hooking on your tender parts!

still incredibly long, though...

[geekdubs]

moving to a new art program

doodled kalli

and I would normally participate in the new cotl art prompt thing but I5s just peer pressure for me