#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

[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 ✨ )

[starsonablackboard]

a long-ass unstructured yappin about trod lambert because i really, really love them and i feel like they don't get enough recognition (maybe i just dont see it tho). (im not even putting the read more bar here, you're going with me even if you don't want to)

maybe it's my taste in characters (it's definitely it), but im much more fascinated by them than by narinder. and don't get me wrong, trod narinder is beautifully written, complex, interesting, and just plain fun to read. he's tall dark and handsome ™ emoboy (lovingly), he likes killing things but he also has a dream journal, is patient with kids and remembers that lamb likes red foods best. but you take one look at him and go "oh that cat has some baggage". and you take one look at lambert and go "oh, a goofy sheep". and then this sheep hits you with a moving truck.

like, what do i mean – narinder (im sorry for using you as an opposite example you're the second half of the pairing what can i do) is obviously complex. lambert is subtlety complex, moreover, they're deceivingly simple and they learned to hide their complexity very well. like we're 400k?? words in and we know pretty much nothing about them. their family? their father used to sing a song to them sometimes. what song? did it have lyrics? what situations was it for? how did their father's voice sound? next question. their long term goals, their fears, their nightmares? no. and we're in their pov half the time (and i know that this is intentional because sara has talked about this, about lambs tendencies to deflect and hide themselves behind masks).

i distinctly remember the moment i understood that i will love them as a character – it's when in earlier chapters (before 4th one im pretty sure) narinder hides an axe in his sleeves and lambert takes a look at him and goes "you don't cross your arms often. i don't think you yet realise that you're able to do it again. whatcha hiding in there?" and i was like. oh. they're smart. and im not saying it like i thought they weren't smart before that, im saying that it takes a certain type of attentiveness and skill to notice such small details and to put them together. and they drop that line with a smile and in a silly speaking manner ("watcha") that at that point annoys narinder to no end. yes, they're silly goofy and i love them for it, but this is barely the surface of what they're actually are. (oh and i also really like the fact that their unseriousness and light heartedness isn't a "fake personality", it's just one of the layers sides of their character)

in my native language we have this phrase that translates to "kindness should come with fists/kindness should have fists/whatever" (maybe there's a similar one in english but I've never heard of it) and i think it suits lambert incredibly much. they are kind, i would say radically kind at that. let's be honest the whole "enemies to friends" part of the fic exists and has any chance of existing only because lambert is continuously and stubbornly kind to narinder. he tries to kill them, they bring him food. he bashes their head into the altar, they make him clothes. he curses them again and again, they make sure he doesn't run out of candles. i once mentioned this part to my friend (that knows nothing about cotl and by extension trod but listens to my yapping anyway) and she said something along the lines of "he walks all over them but they continue to love and love and love" and i don't think that's it. lambert is incredibly, sometimes unreasonably kind (and selfishly, where the whole "why do you keep a murderer around" part comes in, but I'll talk about that later), but they have boundaries, their kindness, however generous and forgiving, has limits, and those limits are clear and hard once you reach them. they will never ever let anyone "walk all over" them, even if from the outside it looks like it, they know what they want and what they're willing to tolerate, and when those boundaries are broken they never hesitate to act.

circling back to the selfish kindness part. i love how forgiving bishops' isn't for bishops'sake. it's for theirs. they refuse to let the anger and resentment consume them (im pretty sure sara made a whole comic about this point specifically), they've seen what it does and they will not repeat the mistakes of gods that came before them. the sheer will to live and to live the best life you can in this is also so impressive and important to me – it's one thing to not let your god to sacrifice you, it's another to step your (rightful) anger on the throat no matter how hard it is because you know you won't be happy or even fully your own self if you don't. their mercy isn't a weakness, their kindness isn't an invitation to exploit them. almost all of the things lamber does they do for their own sake first and foremost (yes, even running themselves dry for their cult. they fully understand what they're doing and why – they want those under their care to prosper, and they're willing to do what it takes. the sacrifices they make are stemming from their want. it's different from exhausting yourself just because you were told so).

all this to say that i find them to be such a beautiful blend of things that are usually written as mutually exclusive. they're lighthearted and silly yet complex and smart. they're kind and forgiving yet selfish and incredibly able and willing to stand their ground. they're determined to make their own choices even if to outsiders those choices seem incredibly poor.

they're subversive at every step and they feel so alive and vivid because of that. i love them. thank you bamsara

[reidiot]

it's like, i want to do something, and then i remember a criminal minds episode

[nellas-art]

05. Peer into the Darkness

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

[cressidium]

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

[thespookybean14]

Okay, so based on this original post, here’s my thoughts on the Nostromo Crew characters that I think about a lot!

⚠️ CW/TW: mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being a POW, mentions of implied violent childhood/abuse, as well mentions as mental health. ⚠️

Note: If y’all are wondering about the colored heart emojis—-those are usually just the colors I associate with them! :)

Note 2: Some of these pieces of lore that I get also come from their pages on the Alien wiki, not just the dossiers I linked. I wanted various different sources to look at than just one. In fact, the post I linked mentions some of the differences between the Legacy and Anthology sets. I wanted to let y’all know! :)

Nostromo Crew Lore:

Dallas ❤️:

•His birthday is February 27th, 2076!

•He’s from Montana

•When he was thirty years old (June 1st, 2106) he was commissioned into the United Americas Outer Rim Defense Fleet. He was a lieutenant!

•He fought in the Torin Prime Civil War from when he was thirty to when he was thirty-two as a pilot.

•After liberating Torin Prime he gained a promotion to captain and received the Sunburst Medal of Honor.

•He lost the UAS Archangel in an enemy attack in 2109.

•It ended terribly, ultimately leading to him getting a dishonorable discharge in January of 2110.

•Dallas went missing in action for three years after that (2110-2113)…like no one knows what happened to him. I really want to know where he went during this time period honestly

•Then he casually smuggles weapons and medical supplies into The Solomons in 2113.

•He buys his own ship (Tremolino) in 2114 and owns it until 2118, when it gets decommissioned. His crew also got disbanded.

•Dallas worked for the Tyrell Company at one point! (Blade Runner mention ‼️)

•It’s noted in his psych evaluation towards the bottom of the page that he had some effects of mild psychosis while doing work as an executive officer. He had hostility towards authority figures and it was subliminated.

•Unrelated to his file, but according to the Alien: Isolation novelization, Dallas meets Ripley and Amanda at some point in the 2110s. Ripley and Dallas end up being really good friends! He offered her a position on his crew. She didn’t take it at the time, but she did end up working with him later on The Nostromo upon his request.

Kane 🤍:

•He’s from the UK! :)

•His birthday is April 20th, 2083 according to the dossiers I linked; but in another set it’s March 28th, 2081. I’m going to stick with April 20th as his birthday.

•He graduated with honors both from private school and military school.

•He was in medical school from 2104-2108 until he got expelled due to dealing with issues of substance/drug abuse. He got treated for it. He would’ve been around twenty-one to twenty-four.

•He later got a Masters degree in Engineering in 2112.

•He served as a Mission Analyst at one point from 2115-2117.

•It’s noted in his psych evaluation that he’s a very idealistic overachiever and due to being under pressure in school caused him to have addiction issues.

•There’s a warning in his psych evaluation about his high levels of idealism and impulsiveness made him a poor candidate for work.

Ripley 💙:

•Ripley’s birthday is on January 7th, 2092!

•Ripley wasn’t born on Earth, she was born on Olympia, a colony on the moon!

•She had to quarantine from the time she was two years old until she was eighteen years old due to a virus outbreak.

•Ripley was very good at law, ethics, and corporate while in school. She also graduated at the top of her class. I like to imagine she probably would’ve wanted to be a lawyer at some point.

•Unrelated to her file, but I did the math in my free time because Amanda Ripley was born in 2112. Ripley would’ve been twenty years old when she had Amanda.

•According to her file, Ripley negotiated an end to a hostage crisis. 49 lives were saved and 8 terrorists were convicted. That was on October 16th, 2115. If you do the math, Ripley would’ve been twenty-three years old.

•She requested for maternity leave and Weyland-Yutani denied her the maternity leave in 2118. She sued them and got her flight license and salary suspended. I hate Weyland-Yutani.

•At least she got it back and got maternity leave before her trip on the Sotillo.

•If you scroll further down the page, it’ll show some of the crew’s psych evaluations. Under Ripley’s, before she had to leave on the Nostromo trip, it’s noted she wanted to stay with her daughter due to experiencing severe feelings of guilt over her lack of contact with Amanda.

(^ That really got me. I think that actually haunts me.)

Lambert 🧡:

•She’s from Canada!

•Her birthday is November 7th, 2093 (she’s the youngest crew member…)

•She has a masters degree in Astro-Cartography, so I think it has something to do with reading maps related to space (considering her role as a navigator), she graduated in 2112.

•She was an intern at Ridton Corp. from June-September 2112.

•She got married in October of 2112 (she would’ve been 18), then divorces Xander Chapman in February of 2114 (she would’ve been 20).

•Lambert got married again in September of 2118 and divorced Lordan Hessutt in January of 2120 (She would’ve been 24 the second time she got married; then 26 when she divorced him…if I did the math wrong please correct me).

•It’s mentioned in her dossier that she’s transgender! :)

•Also, not shown in her dossier in the post I linked, but in the background of Aliens (1986), it’s mentioned on her dossier when it’s shown on the background (if you look closely), it states “slight hyperactivity and nervousness diagnosed” so I think she’s neurodivergent too. :)

Parker 💚:

•Parker is from California!

•His birthday is February 4th, 2080

•Parker was originally a pit mechanic at one point from 2100-2104. He quit his job over a salary dispute.

•Parker, like Dallas, was also in the United Americas Outer Rim Defense Fleet during the Torin Prime Civil War. He was in Skyfire Down and his rank was Private (January 9th, 2105-June 14th, 2107…he would’ve been around twenty-five to twenty-eight years old.)

•It makes me wonder if they’ve heard of each other or even if they knew each other at any point while in the Outer Rim Defense Fleet.

•He later gets promoted to corporal and is a chief mechanic from June to August of 2107.

•Unfortunately on August 1st, 2107, Parker was captured by J’har Rebels and ended up becoming a prisoner of war from August 2107-February 2108. :(

•He manages to escape his imprisonment on February 21st, 2108 by building an emergency escape vehicle out of scrap!

•He later gets honorably discharged in October of 2108.

•He becomes besties with Brett on the USCSS Nonnabo in 2117.

•On his Xenopedia page, it’s mentioned that he dislikes authority figures. (According to the Anthology set)

Brett 💛:

•Brett’s from Texas!

•His birthday is July 13th, 2069

•He worked as a hardware specialist at a solar energy plant from 2094-2095, but it later got terminated.

•He worked at Ridton Corp. in 2096 (same place Lambert worked at!!)

•He piloted cargo ships through a war zone at high speed, causing his to be suspended from work…yikes.

•He has troubles with alcoholism

•While going through detox in 2112, he unfortunately suffered from brain damage.

•It’s implied in his psych evaluation that he had a troubled family life and violent childhood memories :(

•Parker helped him out tremendously, so I really love the both of them a lot.

Ash 🩶:

•There’s not really much on his dossier other than the fact he was with the crew two days before leaving Thedus.

•Apparently Ridley Scott explained in a interview at one point that he gave Ian Holm information about Ash (ie. place of birth, education, etc,) however that information was never really made fully known to everyone and it’s likely a cover-up for the fact he’s an android.

[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