#lambert mention

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 117

Jaskier's head often hurts. He doesn't always tell Geralt, but Geralt catches him putting a hand to his forehead and wincing in pain. Jaskier will sometimes lose days of songwriting inspiration, or time for hobbies, because when he and Geralt aren't moving down the path, Jaskier will lay in his bedroll writhing in pain and groaning at how unfair life is. Geralt at first thought Jaskier was exaggerating his pain, as Jaskier tended to be dramatic. When Geralt hinted at this though, Jaskier looked at him with such a hurt expression that Geralt panicked his way into somehow saving the conversation. The very next winter, Geralt asks Lambert, who is much better with potions and the like, to help him make some sort of pain remedy. They test and experiment all winter, before they finally make on they're both happy enough with to send off that spring. Geralt and Jaskier have been reunited for two weeks when Jaskier reaches a hand up and rubs one side of his face, with particular amounts of pressure and care given to his eye and brow. Geralt fishes around in his bags before holding it out to Jaskier. "...What is this?" "The only potion I have safe for humans. Ask me for it, never dig it out yourself, it looks similar to some of the others." "What does it do, Geralt?" "It should help. With... With the pain." Jaskier shoots out sad scents. That wasn't what Geralt expected from his gift. "I'm sorry, Geralt! I didn't mean to slow us down so much! I can work through it! i can keep walking!" Geralt explains he doesn't want Jaskier to "work through it", he wants Jaskier to not be in pain and to be happy. Jaskier, growing up as a busy young viscount, apparently was told to push through and continue with his schoolwork and duties, no matter how bad the migraine. Geralt assures his bard that all Geralt wants is Jaskier's happiness, and Jaskier drinks the potion. Merely twenty minutes later and Jaskier was bouncing around and singing again. He liked seeing his bard not be in pain.

[lambment]

they couldn’t resist that last zinger

[headmaster-merle-ambrose]

Hello, everyone. Setting aside the main gimmick of the blog to share some troubling news that was just released today, as far as I know.

Nigel Lambert, the voice of Merle Ambrose, has unfortunately passed away at the age of 80 last month. This man has shaped our childhoods and continued to guide us on our journeys over the past 15 years of our wonderful Wizard101, and it genuinely pains me to hear he is no longer with us. I want to take this moment to honor this man who gave his time and his voice for so many of us, and to take comfort in knowing he is at least at peace.

Rest in peace, Nigel. Thank you for everything, Headmaster.

[anxietybumblebee]

Happy father's day to these weirdos and their freaky ghost kids !!

And to them only. (Joke)

[lovelyghostz]

Hear me out: an au where Narinder is recruited as a follow and becomes a mortal, but falls ill because of said turning mortal.

I mean, it would probably take a lot out of him, right? So what if it acted as a mortal illness? He gets recruited and just collapses on the stone thingy immediately with a burning fever. Lamb wants to take special care of him bc 1) they dont know if mortal medicines would even work on him and 2) they’re worried despite the fact they just usurped him

Narinder wakes up delirious as all hell and pissed off at Lambert because obviously, and tries being intimidating to them but his arms are weak when he goes to swat so his wrists are limp and flailing, and his eyes cant seem to stay open for long enough to glare at them, and on top of that he feels like he’s gonna vomit. So Lambert takes care of a begrudging narinder.

But the sickness is persisting.

And persisting.

And persisting some more.

It gets better ofc, if it hadn’t Narinder probably would’ve died by now, but it’s misery for a man who hasn’t actually had to feel mortal sicknesses literally ever. So the Lamb continues to take care of him, and despite himself he softens. He doesn’t smile when they enter the room, not yet, but he doesn’t hiss (or try to at least) when they enter, either. He’s simply indifferent. Until he’s not.

One night is particularly rough. It’s a few months in and Narinder is still ill. He’s waking up to vomit every half an hour or so and the Lamb hasn’t slept at all, simply watching with worry and honestly a bit of fear. The cat who had been their god for so long now lay in bed with a brow furrowed in discomfort and fur damp from sweat.

He wakes up once more, but not for throwing up this time. This time, he’s delirious, and it’s bad. He’s babbling with unfocused eyes, his body swaying with the struggle of sitting up. Suddenly, though, he makes eye contact with the lamb through three glassy eyes, and his pupils dilate. He murmurs what must have been sleep-deprived, sickly words, because he says that he thinks the lamb is “pretty in the moonlight.” They freeze obviously because WOAH what the FUCK??? And Narinder just slumps back over and falls back asleep, this time with a more pleased expression.

They don’t say anything that night, and neither of them say anything in the morning, either. But Narinder knows, and he knows Lambert knows.

Slowly, very slowly, Narinder improves.

He gains strength and his symptoms improve until finally, after literal months, he’s back to normal. Then and only then, he tells Lambert that they really are so pretty in the moonlight.

He tells them that he likes the way their wool catches the moon’s glow. He says he’d like to trace their jawline as the light does, with such a gentle touch. He says that he’d like to kiss them as the moonlight does, making them look as though they’re glowing.

Lambert is a gay ass bitch and they kiss ok the end ty

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i need to make like. the opposite of the jurgen leitner rant and make it about tide

EDIT: I ALREADY MADE THIS JOKE IN THE NOTES . THIS WAS A 2 PART POST GO REBLOG THIS VERSION

[issue-paper]

Recent doodles :3

[altverse-invertverse]

[koroart]

Elinor lore that I created ( since she originally has aspects of my friends @ax100 story — so I decided to come up with a separate lore for her ✨ )

[cressidium]

Sometimes I Think About Dying (2023) Dir. Rachel Lambert

[nellas-art]

05. Peer into the Darkness

I'm participating in COTLtober as well, following @/stychu-stych's prompts!

[theloremaniac]

Leshycat Proposal Headcannon:

So I have decided to write about how Leshy and Kiki got engaged in my AU while taking some influence from Slavic Mythology.

Well here I go:

After dating Kiki for two and a half years Leshy realises he wants to marry him and decides to ask Lambert for assistance, and he agrees to help his brother in law with planning the proposal.

Two weeks later Leshy knows it’s time to put the plan into action. So come nighttime Leshy found Kiki asleep in bed, scooped him up somehow not waking him and ran into the woods.

Kiki woke up half way through the small journey startled and confused and asks “Leshy?! What’s going on?!” to which his lover simply replies “It’s a surprise for you” which leaves him curious, they finally get to the area Lambert helped him find which happened to be a boggy yet oddly beautiful swamp. A description he would have to take the lamb’s word on.

Soon the worm waded into the filthy water his lower half getting muddy in the process, with the still very confused cat that he kept from getting dirty being gently placed on a rock in the middle of the water.

Before Kiki could ask what he was doing Leshy took his paw in his hands. From there he tells him how much he means to him and how he hopes they can be together until the end of time. Kiki is flustered and asks if that could even be possible to which Leshy takes one hand off his paw to reach into his pocket from which he retrieves a golden skull necklace (somehow not too dirty from the water) and gets on one knee.

Leshy finally says with great excitement “It is with this!!!! Marry me so we can rule over chaos itself together!! What do ya say?”

Kiki who was confused when he woke up in his worms arms, was now completely endeared and answered “YES! Of course I will!”.

Both were so happy that immediately after the necklace was put on they embraced each other with a loving kiss. This led to Kiki slipping off the rock and the both of them falling into the water.

Mythology references explained: In some stories it’s stated that Leshy would kidnap women as wives and the Kikimora that Leshy is married to in some stories lives in a swamp.

[crypticpuffin]

behold..... the first section of the first chapter of my fic. I got discouraged with it lately but I'm gonna try and keep going with it if I can anyways. read the excerpt below the cut!

Chapter 1

Lambert touched the console nearest to her, allowing the ever-present hum of the ship to vibrate through her space-weary bones. Just the knowledge that they were on their way back home made the feeling somewhat soothing; a promise of safe passage, maybe, or just a reminder that there was nothing to worry about.

She knew she was being ridiculous when she worried about what ifs– she’d always been a worrier, and everyone had always told her to relax, to just let it go. But Joan Lambert had never been very good at letting things go.

Are you scared, little lamb?

“Lambert?”

Upon hearing her crewmate’s voice, she retracted her hand from the console– it was stupid, but something about being alone with someone else (another woman, her brain specified unhelpfully) often made her feel a bit insecure and even nervous. Ellen Ripley was unfortunately no exception. She turned around to face the ship’s third officer, feeling suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. Cryosleep had left her feeling used up and vaguely sick– she was sure that much was evident on her face.

“Yes?” Lambert asked, forcing out the word through the thick buzzing of her thoughts.

If Ripley noticed anything was amiss, thankfully, she didn’t show it.

“Family dinner in five– Dallas’ orders,” she stated simply, but with a little quirk of her lip at the word family. Always that effortless way about her– like other people didn’t scare her. Like nothing scared her.

If Lambert let herself feel it, she might’ve envied her crewmate’s seeming fearlessness; but jealousy was an ugly thing, and besides, Ripley had done nothing to earn any ill will on her part. She was just trying to get by and get home, like all of them. Instead, Lambert let herself feel only a discomfort settle over her skin at the other woman’s words, like an invisible itch she didn’t dare touch.

“Okay, thanks,” she replied, smiling as effortlessly as she could pretend to. She wanted to turn around and drown in her thoughts again, let them pull her under and fill her marrow with that familiar white noise, but Ripley wasn’t leaving. In fact, she was knitting her eyebrows together just slightly; a small tug of concern, maybe, like she’d seen Lambert’s facade for what it was. Shit.

She hated that other women made her feel like this sometimes, especially beautiful women like Ripley– around them, she felt exposed, different. She had transitioned very early in life, but that didn’t mean there weren’t days that that acid doubt didn’t eat away at her, that burning fear that spoke in her mother’s voice and asked her:

Why do you think you could ever fool them?

Most of the time, it was just more static in the incessant din of her head; but sometimes she might have sworn that she could hear that voice as if her mother was standing right behind her, as if her ghost had persisted through the cold vastness of space just to haunt her.

“Are you all right, Lambert?”

She blinked her heavy thoughts away, letting them sink into the pit of her stomach like stones to the sea floor.

“Yeah,” she answered, managing a breathless chuckle as she said it. “I’m fine.” Sensing this might not be enough to dispel her crewmate’s concerns, she went on, “Just still waking up from the cryosleep. Always leaves me kinda disoriented, I guess.”

Ripley nodded with a little smile.

“Yeah, I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” she agrees, and Lambert thinks she can see a small light in her dark eyes, as if she was enjoying the conversation. She doesn’t know what to make of that. “If it helps, Brett managed to throw up afterwards.”

That got an almost involuntary laugh out of her. “Why do you think that would make me feel better?”

She shrugged, but her smile hadn’t faded in the slightest. “I mean, it’s just kind of impressive. After all that time, what did he even have to throw up?”

Lambert’s mouth fell open before a few incredulous, but genuine notes of laughter tumbled out of it. “You’re disgusting, oh my god. Why would you even talk about that?”

Ripley’s smile turned into something more sly, but no less warm.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to make you laugh.”

Lambert almost choked on thin air. What?

Before she could even attempt to formulate a response to that, Ripley was already flashing her an almost professional smile– almost, because it didn’t reach the amused warmth in her eyes at all– and turning to make her way over to the mess hall, where the others were probably waiting. 

As Lambert watched her go, she began to notice that the buzzing in her head had subsided; in its place, she could feel a soft humming, vibrating through her whole body, seeping through her skin and swirling in her ears like music sometimes did.

She didn’t know how to put a name to the sensation… but maybe, if she was brave enough, she could find out.

[the-butch-of-blaviken]

*puts my hands on your shoulders* Eskel is content with his life as long as he doesn't think about it too hard while Lambert wants to question everything and asks the questions no one wants to hear. They love each other but they can't be in the same room together unless they have the excuse of drunkenness to get along

[cj-the-random-artist]

Hmmmmmm

Kinda debating taking my QPR Narilamb and giving them their own au... that might be cool.....

Idk what I would do with it, save from making more comics and sketches about them like I've been doing

But I've been like thinking about what it might look like if I wrote up a backstory for this interpretation of Lambert and I have some ideas roughed out so maybe. Just maybe.

[c0gito]

small peek at a WIP i’m working on, but i wanted to talk about my Lamb’s horns and what they symbolize…

So my Lamb is originally a ewe if it wasn’t already obvious by some of my other posts. (She/they prns up until godhood in which it’s only they/them). Upon meeting Narinder again after slaying Leshy for the first time, he can tell she’s desperate to ask a favor of him. It’s an odd request really, but in sheep culture, longer curlier horns were associated with strength and longevity. So she asks for ram horns to be grown as a reflection of her power, and asking him since she doesn’t have full control over the red crown yet.

So for each bishop killed, the horns grow, and grow, curlier and more full until they are faced with dethroning their most beloved god. Battle ensues yada-yada, but at the end of it all, they notice two small bumps on their forehead beneath their wool that are similar to that of a baby lamb’s.

A final gift, he thinks, though never telling. A silent offering of respect. They have grown far stronger than he had foreseen. And for that, they are granted a small set of horns.

The Lamb, an Ewe and Ram