#nari:: u

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Nari: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful, hard-working, intimidating and kind...

Taeyong: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologising profusely*

Nari:

Nari: That one. I want that one.

[ppjeterka]

my thoughts re: the main cast of the new nhl amazon docu-series

[v3ratrix]

my love, why have you forsaken me?

if you had only wanted the crown and spared my life, i would have still been your truest, most loyal disciple.

bonus doodle. if you got narinder by sparing him but get the trophy from mystic seller afterwards haha

[maybmila]

One of their many, many, MANY bonding experiences with TOWW

Cw loud noise!

[catatombi]

Was tagged by @i-eat-deodorant, ur mr preg king thank u for this

Get to Know Me Game

rules: answer + tag six people u want to know

fav color: dilute olive & sage greens, soft dusty rose pink

last song: Truck Stop Tiger by roar. fucks me up dude

currently reading: i dont really recall, ig the takeuchi excavator TB235-2 user manual

currently watching: hermitcraft as per usual, tangotek livestreams and i gotta watch bdubs newest episode still

currently craving: dirt & thrifting, i wanna go outside & buy cheap work shirts. food wise: i miss tacobell so bad dawg the closest tacobell is in another state :((((

coffee or tea: i need my teeth to rot out from sody pop thank you :3

Tagging: @megsiepoo @by-glass-and-waves @the-pentaparty @missed33 pavi tagged most of the ppl i wouldve tagged, get died ig ily/p my beans i have tagged myself

anyways heres me on said excavator LMAO Gpa wanted to remove a VERY rotten stump to make room for corn i put anuras face to censor my heinous face fgjkfgjdfjljdf

[glitchyvoice]

ppl saying the goat is probably from an alternate timeline where shamura got chained and while ur probably right have we considered the funnier option:

[fisherrprince]

hello again kip, i've come in here (your house) to tell you that i think your love for ven & van's dynamic made me insane about them. thank you so much have a nice day.

[zarnzarn]

The temple is musty when Lamb steps in, dust mites suspended in the air. The door closes with a gentle thud and Lamb thanks their past self for having the idea to put a lock on it as they drive the bolt home. 

Everyone is asleep, but caution never hurts anyone.

Still, Lamb’s heart beats with something like fear as they approach the altar, with the cracked stained glass beyond colouring the whole place a welcoming red. 

Lamb hesitates a final time, before giving in and getting to their knees. 

“Thae One who Waits, praise be thy name.”

They haven't done this since Shamura’s ominous warning in Silk Cradle about leading themself to slaughter, betrayal making them numb. They suppose now, after the anger has faded, that it was silly to think power didn't come at a price, that dead things would be allowed to walk the earth forever. 

“Binsaar don in mora paelish death.”

Still, the movements and words come easy, having done this for a hundred and fifty years. 

“Hear my call, jein abkaar ji keish.”

They know it's stupid. Stupid to get on their knees and worship someone they destroyed themselves. They can feel the prayer hanging in the air, with no deity to travel to. Useless. 

“Hein skolaama boera jokha nayin.”

Narinder is still alive, anyways. He's in Lamb's tent right now, bandages on his arms and legs and neck, asleep. 

He caught Lamb across the muzzle with his claws today, after they foolishly thought he'd be receptive to having one more devotee help sponge him down after hearing him laugh at something the others said. The scratches sting, and Lamb knows they won't be closing for a long time.

“Dei bristan hilem koi pashun.” 

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all these cowardly idiots got to touch their god, after hiding away for years like rats, only coming out now that Lamb had made it safe so they could. Acolytes of the Old One, they called themselves, coming to the cult to pay their respects to the god walking the same ground as them for the first time in a thousand years.

Lamb would have turned them away on day one if they'd known; but he'd glanced at Narinder when the group had first thrown themselves to his feet with joyful sobs and seen the surprise and the longing in his eyes. Had nearly cried themself at the bittersweet softness in his voice when he gently rebuked the group for coming after a god that had fallen and failed them after a thousand years of their undying loyalty. 

“Borig haiel, borig jeilla.” 

Lamb was Narinder's highest priest, his most loyal devotee, his strongest acolyte, his vessel. They should be the one replacing his veil and his robes, following him around and helping him recover with prayer and herbs and bandages alike, they should be the one travelling off to distant lands to collect the rare objects he covets in exchange for sacred knowledge, they should be the ones to bathe him at night and massage his scarred, furless limbs and sing him to sleep. 

“Borig twena tael omoro pe shaen haiel.”

But they couldn't. They couldn't because The One Who Waits refuses to do so much as meet their eyes, wouldn't touch anything the Lamb had cooked, would lash out with a snarl when he came too close, like today. And all Lamb could do in the face of the crowd looking at them expectantly was laugh it off, dance around the claws and coo nonsense until everyone laughed, pretending like they weren't dying inside at the unbridled hatred in the glare being sent their way. 

“Heeshal borek, heeshal nishaan.”

Their voice rises to the rafters, shaking. How shameful it was, for all those former vessels and loyal acolytes to look at them with disbelief and horror and pity, like Lamb was fucking stupid for not breaking their last promise to their sister, for not letting the god they loved kill them. 

And yet- 

“Hoore baikal shenagu-” 

When they looked at Narinder smiling or snarking at everyone except them- 

“Laenih westila shamfua-”

When all they got anymore from their god was curses and hatred, despite everything they had done in his name- 

“Poen poena haish kam-”

When they once had the full force of their god's attention, cradled in his palm and purred at and loved, and craved it like poppy and menticide now that it was gone; but it was gone because of them and all they'd ever have were memories and echoes of his love-

“Leora beeth, leora ha’iash-”

When all the riches and offerings and power in the world couldn't hold a candle to the dreams of Narinder smiling at them, laughing at their jokes, nuzzling them fondly, standing by their side, leaning in to reward all their years of hard work with his warm breath and soft lips- 

“Tvle non-”

Silence. 

They stop breathing, prostrated on the floor as they are, hands clasped in front of them. Their head is empty, no matter how much they wrack their mind for the next sentence. 

“What the fuck,” Lamb’s voice breaks on the whisper, feeling their hands start to tremble, vision blurring at the sides. “Tvle non- tvle non rere- fuck, how can I forget-” 

The crown slips from his skull in his panic and he turns to meet its eye, creased in grief like his own. 

“Crown,” They plead desperately. “Crown, what was the prayer?” 

The Red Crown remains silent. Lamb grabs it and shakes it, feeling hysteria burn in their veins the longer the words don't come to their tongue, the prayer they had just been saying slipping away like water. 

“What was the prayer?” They shriek, pulling at their wool as they screw their eyes shut, trying to remember. Now that they try, every ritual, every hymn and psalm, every last piece the cult had ever dedicated to their god- all of it has disappeared from memory, is disappearing like ribbons of sand through their hooves. 

The god you sing to is gone. The Crown whispers, tears of blood falling from its eye. Death is you now. 

“No, no, no, no,” Lamb chants, arms wrapped around themselves as they lean forward, tears slipping past his cheeks. “No, no, come back, come back!”

Lamb-

“My god,” Lamb moans, swaying back and forth. This is worse than any elimination, any injuries, any loss. Their chest is going to rip in half with the mourning, the horror. “My god, forgive me, please, please, my god, my lord, please, come back, come back.” 

There's no reply. The altar is cold, the glass still, the shadows unmoving. There's no deep voice curling around his ears seductively, no warmth to look forward to after the gore and bloodshed, no sulphur-drenched skeletal hand to curl up in on the worst nights, no bass purrs to soothe him to dreamless sleep. No offerings he can give for gold, no curses he can have whispered in his ears, no one to place his faith in to have his back and make sure everything will be alright. 

“COME BACK!” They scream to the temple rafters, wailing and bleating like they never have. In a moment of grief, of anger and fear, they manifest a knife and slice across their chest, spraying heartblood on the foot of the pew, on top of all the sacrificial blood dried in Narinder's name. “COME BACK, MY GOD, PLEASE!”

The Crown flies around them, saying something, distressed, but Lamb can't hear it over the sobs, over the healing of the cut, the sizzling of evaporating blood, the rejected offering, given too late. 

“My One,” The Lamb sobs into the temple floor. But their god lies in a hut on the other side of the grounds, weak and dying, because of them. Their god will never forgive them. Their god hates them. 

Lamb feels themself sink down, letting the mask drop, the facade they'd worn for eighty years come crashing down. The One who Waits hates them. 

“Tvle non rere desennte troma,” They whisper, closing their eyes, tears dripping to the ground. It's all they have left. 

[skyartworkzzz]

I like to think of the Goat being from an Underfell kind of version of COTL and thats my essay

[dreamcrow]

🔥 < get loved, idiot!! > 🌿

yes i drew the entire scenery to avoid just slappin a censor bar on nari... yes, i am perennially rotating in my mind the concept of 'arcane order hotsprings episode'... no, i no longer recognize shame

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Masterlist

Nari's Profile // Closer Look at Nari's Personality // Comparing Nari's Height to NCT & SuperM // Nari's Backstory

Social Media Posts // Broadcast Videos // Incorrect Quotes // Timestamps // What If...

Nari's Story in Chronological Order: 2012-Early 2016 // Debut:2016 - Present

Relationship with NCT 127

Random Things Nari Said During The Roblox Concert

Relationship with NCT Dream

Nari's Relationship With Jisung

Relationship with SungTaro

Relationship with WayV

Relationship with SuperM

Other

Relationship with Other Male Idols

Meeting Chwe Boyoung

[ceratatata]

theyre so silly my little meowmeows

(bonus under the cut)

[boybolt]

💛💜❣️

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Hour 7! Of the Time Loop - Over The Edge And Over Again au.

Skipping to the meat of the AU which is The Last Loop.

By this point, Lamb would be a fantastic Vessel unlike any Narinder has had before. They are charismatic, clever, and a damn good warrior who is devoted on a level he’s never seen before.

Meanwhile poor Lamb is basically pouring everything they are into this loop. They are errecting statues of TOWW, preaching about Death in all it glory, essentially one-shoting all of the crusades they’re going on. They spend time making sure all of the sacrifices and offerings they make are exactly to Narinder’s liking.

And they die. A lot. Mostly on purpose but no one calls them out on it.

Lamb spends time asking their God what He likes, what He’d like to do once He’s free, asking about His disciples.

Narinder indulges them since he’s never had such an effective Vessel before. And this one is so very eager to please him.

Lamb also quietly builds a hut a little larger than the others in a more secluded area near the temple. It is more elegant than the others and decorated to a very specific taste. It has an adjourning hut to house two and lamb forbids any one from going near it.

They do make an effort to be kind to their flock since it’s easier to catch more flies with honey than vinegar and well, they never truly felt comfortable performing the cruelty they knew they were capable of. And they need the cult to be kind in return, kind enough to ease new comers.

Lamb bends over backwards to make Narinder happy to the point Ratau pulls them aside with concerns.

They try to brush him off, any attempt to talk is still jammed down their throat, but the old rat merely looks at them with worry and an open invitation. (They never forgive themselves for the loops where he surrendered him to the Fox as few as they are.)

Then they slay Shamura and they know what is coming.

They make sure to get one last visit in before Narinder summons them to die. They spend it in His palm, shaking and refusing to talk or even think about what is to come. They end the visit with a watery smile and pressing their forehead against His fingertip. A silent apology.

‘Forgive me, My Divine, forgive me.’

They are in tears when they refuse their God. They choke down the sobs when they fight Baal, muffle their cries when they battle Aym and it’s nearly brings them to their knees when Narinder breaks free to face them.

But they keep going. They have too. After so many loops, something is finally different.

They win and they are absolutely miserable for it. They spare their Saviour and send Him to the flock.

They bring Him to the hut they had built especially for Him and beg him to wait, just a few more moments, then they will try to explain the Time Loops.

“Time Loops?!” Narinder looks enraged and dismissive but Lamb freezes.

The Loops are over. They think. Only one way to find out.

“Kill me.”

“You DARE?!”

“JUST KILL ME! I NEED TO BE SURE THAT WE ARE BOTH FREE!”

Their God doesn’t even hesitate and slits their throat.

It’s the first time dying by His hand hurts.

It’s the first time they awaken on the hard floor of a hut that was almost got for a God.

The story that spills out of them comes in between manic giggles and a relief so deep that they remain kneeling before their God. They spill things that He never shared in this loop. How he did not truly care for Ratau’s fate one way or another. How he got bored of the same thing over and over. How the Death He had planned was a sweet gentle Death.

Narinder cannot help but believe Lamb, kneeling before him, begging him to understand that they had tried.

That them overthrowing him was a last resort.

That this was the only way.

But now what?

[c0gito]

i’m not even gonna lie i have like 4 ideas for how to fit the goat into nomadic faith but 2 of them won’t work with the concept of the other one one, and one is the ‘alternate universe excuse’ ™️

[hachiibun]

So today I spent some time with my boyfriend on V/RCh/at...

We hang out over there fairly often, but he'd recently gotten a V/R headset so he's able to express himself a lot more and it's a delight to watch!

But of course with having the kink, there's a little thought that would pop up in the back of my mind wondering... what would happen if that cute nose of his started acting up while he was on his headset?

Today I got my answer. His nose started feeling itchy while we were chilling and talking, and I got to enjoy seeing him point at it to inform me — and eventually rub at it through the avatar! It was so cute!! I even got distracted in the middle of talking because he had to rub his nose, and he sure enjoyed that~!

Soon enough, his headset battery started running low, so we had to sign off for the moment. No sneezes this time, but in his own words: "It almost happened a few times. But, uh.. It didn't happen."

We texted a little bit about it, and he confirmed that he would in fact let me hear if it happened (what a sweetheart 💕), and left it at that... for a while, anyway.

Later, he invited me back to chat and listen to music with him and I happily obliged. A couple of hours in, that tickle decided to rear its head again and he was back to rubbing at his nose ever so often — sometimes pretty roughly. He mentioned it might be a mix of his allergies and seemingly his bangs brushing against his nose under the headset bugging him.

As time passed, the itch got so bad that he could barely speak, resorting to a mix of rubbing at his nose, trying to distract himself by reaching for the virtual motes floating around us, leaning onto my avatar's shoulder, and pointing at his nose whenever I asked if he was alright. The poor guy really was struggling, and all I could really do was reassure him while keeping him company.

It got to the point where he'd keep his hand raised to his nose to rub at it frequently, explaining that "having to sneeze and it not coming out is exhausting, hence the slow arm lowering."

He'd lower his arm a few times, but his hand always found its way back to his nose before long. This kept up for several agonizing minutes until finally... it happened.

He raised his head a little, then again ever so slightly, and then jolted it down into his hand as the sound came through — a tiny gasp into one of his adorable stifles that never fail to make my heart flutter. I don't know how else to describe it other than saying it was a perfect moment~

With that sneeze finally out, he was afforded enough relief to relax somewhat, and even though it was around that time that his headset started to run low on battery again, I think it's safe to say we were both pretty satisfied with that experience.

Isn't that right, @sneezytomatosquish? ❤️