#lambert plush

[breadedcryst]

Ascension

[lionacuty]

HERE ARE THE LAMBS!!! (I would've drawn more but migraine and it's late)

first up!! @myrararar, @heyizzy and @croissant-25 lambs!!! :3

second up!!! @art-crumbs-main, @glitchyvoice, @riiviir, @350kai, @artistic-misf1t and @motherakuma lambs!!! :3

and finally third up!!! @cult-of-a-buttercup, @aquabluequartz, @theskeleton117, @octtinkk, @cconfusedkat and @spiderin-space lambs!!!

they all have been so fun to doodle!!! anyways I'll probably go to sleep soon =w=

[fluffyfairyzz]

wtf are they doing there

[justhauntley]

I know that this isn't art but...

Look at them! The little bell jingles!!

[yeoldwebkinzcollector]

I went to a thrift store and picked up these two cuties, the lamb even still has a tag! Welcome Lambert (they/them) and Shamrock (they/them)

except, the dog on the left, isn't a webkinz???? they didn't have a webkinz mark, which i didn't think much about bc i have webkinz without marks, and they had the Ganz tag and a name (Peace Pup). but! i googled it, and they aren't!!!!! oh well, they're an honorary webkinz in my heart

[zhaliacain]

Huntik team as things my family have said

Sophie: do your research before trying to prank somebody

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Lok: I got to go the three park theme times!

Sophie: you know you said-

Lok: I know… I know

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Dante: Den give Lok the Holotome

Den: I will if he helps me cook food

Dante:it’s not your holotome so you don’t get a say in who uses it!

Zhalia: no no you’re misunderstanding, this isn’t a matter of ownership

Zhalia: this is a hostage negotiation

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Sophie: the best way to avoid spiders is to keep your living area clean and tidy

Lok: I’ve seen more spiders in your room than in mine!

Sophie: because they’re hiding in the clothes on your floor!

Lok: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!

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Den: I’ll do my best, I know that doesn’t mean a lot, but I will

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Lok: but I can’t speak French

Sophie: as long as you can apologise for your existence it will be fine

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Metz:What are the biggest threats you’re facing right now?

Dante: my biggest concern right now is e-scooters

Metz:… right…

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Lok: how did I not know this?

Den: clearly you weren’t paying attention to the simpsons

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Den holding a handful of white fluff: I have Cherit skinnnn

Cherit: why would did you have to make personal eye contact with me to say that

[pikos-den]

The Lamb goes on an adventure

[5paceacer]

I'm so fuckin hyperfixated on The Bunker it's not funny,,, I'm in the middle of trying to fuckin crochet mr Lam P. Bert and let me tell you, I'm struggling

But I'm determined, I've got a pattern for a base and I'm gonna wing it, I'll update y'all if you're willing to know how it goes jdhdh

[chaosdemortem]

get washed idiot

[stripedchickens]

Used picrew and made this little fella!

Heres the link if y’all wanna make your own room!

[prettyboy-louiee]

the poll had a 3 way tie ヘ⁠（⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ

it was meant to decide the order in which id make the comics ! this isnt helping (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

anywayyyyysssss, here's a short partially colored narilamb comic lololol

bubbles with the red are Lambert, and the ones with the black are Narinder

ehehehe (⁠*⁠´▽｀⁠*⁠)

...do cameras even exist in the game ? i don't care if they do or not. had this idea after chugging an ungodly amount of coffee and was like

IDEA‼️ART‼️

ooooo also found a lamb plush while i was out shopping the other day !!!!

from FYE, so it's official, but i can't find any record of this one's existence, so maybe it's unreleased ? will probably see an official drop within the next few months

[the-cactus-taco]

Found this cute little goat, plush and turned him into Lambert from cult of the lamb!! Did not take any pictures of him beforehand… oops

But I’m really happy with this little guy! Look how cute he is!

[lionacuty]

so about that au where the lamb has the purple crown instead... soooooo

yes that's Niko, yes they look different, yes it's all because of the crown feat a dead Shamura appearing in Niko's dreams (yes in this au Niko shall only kill 3 bishops and the one who waits) temporarily calling this au "end of days" cuz that's a thing Shamura says and considering this au is where the lamb has the purple crown soooooo

[justhauntley]

I keep forgetting to post this geez -_-

FINALLY got the game like last week, meant to post the photo wayyy earlier... Had a lamb sketch done but I can't be bothered to go take pictures of it or download it so-

I've also got a few ideas for a DOA(?)!Atsushi AU and they won't leave me alone, might sketch some rough designs and see if the idea sticks around after, idk

[winters-mistress]

Of theaters and knots

The moment the connection breaks, Ciri collapses onto thr ground. Her sticky palms do less than her wobbly forearms do to keep her from sprawling against the dusty stone floors. She gasps for air, her skin burning from the inside.

A large hand grasps at her shoulder, pulling her up so she sags upon her knees. Ciri's eyes slide closed, and she only now registers the ache in her knees and thighs after they slammed into the ground. She inhales sharply, shakily, images still flashing in her mind. Her body is slick with sweat, and she shivers with the cold.

"You should not have done that, witcher." a voice says. Ciri inhales shakily. Of course, Tissaia.

Geralt growls at the mage. His hands tighten around her.

"She was in hysterics." He hisses. "Did you not see the state she was in? After putting her into that godsforsaken trance, did you not think about what that would do to her?!"

"Calm yourself, witcher." Tissaia says. Her voice is even and calm, almost monitone. A far cry from the hatred falling from Geralt's lips. "If the girl was in any true danger, I would have stepped in. Breaking a connection that strong could have caused the girl vast consequences."

Geralt growls angrily.

Yennefer kneels towards Ciri, pushing her hair from her face.

"Are you alright?" her voice is quiet, very different from the furious witcher and Yennefer's own mentor.

Ciri sniffles, but manages to get her hands up from the dusty stone, pushing back onto her bent knees.

"I think so." her voice is just as shaky as she feels, and she turns her head from right to left to clear herself of the cobwebs, to rid herself of the images of the fire and the screams and the ice and the death.

"Can you stand up?'

"Yeah." she whispers. With Geralt's help, she manages to climb from the floor and to his side. Only for her knees to buckle and immediately start to sink.

"Woah!" All the adults -apart from the cool, calm, calculating, considering mage- say in unison, and Geralt's hands tighten around her body once again.

"Come on, sit." Yennefer says. She closes her eyes and whispers a few words, and a plush settee appears underneath Cirilla's behind, her knees sinking once again, this time without her command. "Magic." Yennefer grins at her, and a goblet of cold water appears in the Queen of Cintra's right hand.

The witcher places a hand on his wards shoulder again, and she blinks slowly.

"I suspected as much when I walked into this hovel." Tissaia begins. The witchera all around her begin to scoff, mutter or swear at her audacity, but she spares them no energy. "But with how strong our connection was, I believe it to be true. You are not like Yennefer, or myself. You do not need air, fire, water or land to conduct magic. You, Cirilla of Cintra, are a source. The purest vessel for magic, with the deepest grasp that even I cannot see the depths of."

The words seem to shock Yennefer, but everybody else in the room is baffled.

"And that means?"

"You're powerful, girl. With what your witcher has told me of your accent screams, how easily you master spells that even myself can struggle with, your visions and your blood, you are more powerful than any other. That means you must train that power, tame the storm within you to be able to take a drop of water instead of a tsunami. Your magic is entwined with your blood, your visisons another gift that is part of you, you must master it to see what you wish to see. Not what you do not. You must train, girl, train harder and longer than any other, because you are unlike any other."

Ciri sags in the chair.

"You make it sound so easy."

"She does?" Lambert guffaws.

He's ignored, and Vesemir smacks him upon the head.

"I will not risk an enchantress so powerful, take her within the lions den, right into the palm of those that want her blood. So I will not take her with us to Aretuza, it is not as calm there as it was before Sodden. Instead, Yennefer and I will return to your-" she looks around. "-abode. And will begin to train the girl in her magical ability. And we will say nothing of her continued life or location. The fate of the continent may depend on it."

Tissaia steps back. "You will rest long tonight, girl. You'll need your energy on the morrow."

And then, the two mages are sucked away by a portal.

Ciri huffs, her head falling backwards.

"Ah, fuck." Geralt says.

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

Another snippet from the Lambert fic

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The grip on his neck relaxed a little, a flash of uncertainty crossing Eskel's face before it went back to scowling. “What's going on with you, Lambert?”

“Gods you really don't get it,” Lambert breathed, sagging in Eskel's grip, even if it put more pressure on his throat. “This place makes you happy doesn't it? Makes you feel safe?”

Now Eskel was clearly confused. Worried. His expression was laid bare and Lambert savored that. He so rarely showed what he was feeling. Eskel was a good boy who hid he had feelings at all. He was a proper witcher, not broken like Lambert. He didn't respond for so long that Lambert thought he wouldn't, he was about to wrench free when Eskel asked quietly, “What does it make you feel?”

“Trapped,” Lambert grit out, dragging the honesty out of him like a man desperately trying to suck venom from a bite. “Sick. Broken. Tortured. Take your pick.” There was such pleasure and agony in saying it out loud, in telling Eskel of all people. Some sick part of him wanted Eskel to look down at him, to see how fucked up he was and hate him for it. Another part cowered like a child, fearing the lash.

Eskel's touch was painfully gentle as he moved his hand from Lambert's throat to his cheek, thumb brushing under his eye. He didn't say anything, he just brushed his calloused thumb back and forth under Lambert's eye as he stared at him. There was no pity in his gaze, that might have pushed Lambert over the edge, but instead he saw understanding bloom on Eskel's face. Lambert had to avert his eyes, it was like looking directly at the sun.

He said nothing, just slowly guided Lambert with the hand on his cheek to the chair he'd been sitting in. It was still warm from his body heat when Lambert nearly fell into it. “What-” he grumbled but Eskel shook his head. Lambert fell silent like he'd been put under a spell.

Slowly Eskel sank to his knees before him. Lambert's heart nearly jumped out of his chest when Eskel's hands slid up to his lap, but they took his hands and clasped them together in the warmth of Eskel's own. He swallowed his heart back down, too tired to feel disappointment. “Try to get some sleep, I'm right here,” Eskel said, his voice as soft as the rolling of distant thunder. “I won't go anywhere.”

“It's not going to make a fucking difference,” Lambert growled, even as the warmth from Eskel's hands seemed to travel up his arms and into his chest.

“Just try, just close your eyes,” Eskel said.

“This is stupid,” he mumbled, even as he obeyed. Lambert let his head fall back against the plush back of the chair. Had this chair always been this comfortable? Had it always felt like it enveloped him like clouds until he was sinking down down down.... Eskel's hands, their warmth and pressure, kept him strangely grounded even as he began to float away.

It was the middle of the day when Lambert opened his eyes again. Pale winter light was coming through the high library windows. A fire crackled in the hearth, and kneeling on the floor, right where he'd been before, was Eskel with Lambert's hands held firmly between his own. He was clearly meditating because the moment Lambert shifted his eyes snapped open, fully alert and awake.

Lambert didn't know what to say, if he hadn't needed that so bad he might have been miffed at Eskel being right. Eskel grinned, his golden eyes wrinkling up at the corners. “You look half as ugly already.”