#not baabaa kids

[kedicatt-cotl]

“ I always thought Narinder was the God of Death, but actually it might be you ”

An old cranky man taking in a cute kid that is better than him at every aspect of his own job. Then they may or may not get up to some shenanigans. The kid is the one having to do most of the job, though.

[charpeach]

Belomor is getting along with his uncle Shamura very well

I will protect them with my life

au by @kedicatt

[astrastarcharm]

Random Lamia headcanons

So these are things I made up about the Lamia squad if anyone ever decides to use any of these for a fic just let me know so I can read it 😋.

Yuka has an ugly burn scar on his back from when a building fell on him during Deliora’s attack but he never lets anyone see it. Only ones that have seen it are Lyon, Toby, Sherry, Jura and Obaba

That Lyon’s team had to do a ton of odd jobs both legal and illegal up northeast to get enough money to get a boat big enough to transport Deliora.

Lyon has a lot of people that resent him from up north because he used to hunt down every enemy that Ur has ever fought and was a little asshole about it and has even had some that had tried to attack him out of revenge down in fiore only to be beaten easily. (He keeps this a secret from Gray)

When Toby Yuka and Sherry arrived at Lamia Scale only Yuka spoke there language so he had to be a translator for the other two. Jura tried to learn it but Yuka being a little sh*t would teach him the wrong words and make Sherry and Toby laugh at him constantly. When around a year later when Jura had found out that Fairy tail had someone that understood Isvan he had requested Makarov asked the boy to send a list of common words for Jura to use. (Years later he wondered why he didn’t just have the kids meet may have prevented a lot of issues.

Jura spoils Sherry rotten it hasn't changed from when she was little only issue was that Chelia managed to join in.

(This is based off a fairy tail character sheet that Sherry hates water) When Deliora attacked the three lives in a town near a harbor and she has been knocked into the freezing cold water hearing the sounds of Deliora’s cries and was luckily rescued but ever since then she had a huge fear of water that lasted for years until she hit her teens, but it resurfaced again for a little while after her fight with Aquarius.

Theres a shop in Margaret that sells authentic Isvan food thanks to Sherry teaching the recipes properly so she gets to eat there for free.

It took a long time for other Lamia scale mages to get used to Lyon. They resented him for taking away the mages that they knew since they were kids and he always had a cold condescending attitude. But after he saved a member who had been the biggest disliker of Lyon on a mission despite getting hurt himself opinions slowly changed especially after Lyon lightened up.

When Chelia first entered the guild she did the same thing Wendy did and tripped and face planted and cried. Still gets teased about it to this day.

When Jura left for the council Lyon basically became second in command having to control the more wild guild members doing paperwork because Baabaa hated doing it organizing events but not a single member was surprised by this.

Lyon has comforted all three of his friends on panic attacks from Deliora on separate occasions but has never let them see any time he has.

(This one I actually made into a request fic by Mnemosyne's Elegy) that Lyon actually was the one that had to cut Ur’s leg off

The first time they ever took Lyon to a beach Toby Sherry and Yuka all would remind Lyon every 30 minutes to put on sunscreen because they all had a bad sunburn experience in the past when they had come to Fiore the first time

Well that’s all I can think about for now I’ll come up with some more when I can find them. Don’t know how many people will read this but worth a shot!

[momo-the-goob]

What is the cult of the Baabaa kids and why is tumblr always recommending them to me

[ohnominamino]

Expectations

This fic was created in response to the Rare Fanfiction Challenge hosted by @yyhfanfiction, for the category "Canon female-centric expansion." I might've failed, since this story is still all about Kurama, but I tried.

Summary: Spending the day with her first grandchild leads Shiori to reflect on her son's childhood. He never did act the way she'd anticipated-- until now.

Kurama was not the type to be frazzled. He’d had thousands of years to perfect his patience and was certain little in the world could upset or surprise him. When he’d announced he and his significant other were expecting their first child, his human family and work colleagues had been thrilled. Much of their congratulations had come with words of advice, playful warnings and comments like, “Oh, I can’t wait to see what Shuuichi looks like on 3 hours of sleep.” Kurama had taken it all in good humor, dismissing the words that doubted his ability to keep his head.

Truthfully, he had been somewhat worried --  not so much about sleep, considering his acting skills were above par and he could survive 3 solid days without rest -- but being a parent was a new and frightening concept.

His wife’s rounded stomach, sonograms, and other pieces of evidence aside, Kurama hadn’t accepted the reality of being a father until the wrapped bundle of Kouichi Minamino was placed in his arms; the "kou" from light, paired with the "ichi" from Shuuichi. The baby had been small, bald, eyes screwed up tight in his wrinkly face. A perfectly healthy boy, fragile and precious in the way human infants were. His feelings of gratitude and joy were interrupted by the arrival of his best friend.

“He’s not cute at all. What gives?”

Yusuke had not been allowed to hold Kouichi that day, 11 months ago.

Babies grow fast. Kurama hadn’t been prepared for that. Unable to roll over one day, crawling on four legs then wobbling around on two the next. Kouichi’s development made Kurama painfully aware of all the overthinking he’d done as Shiori’s child and he feared she would notice the differences too. Kouichi was normal.

Shiori loved to spend time with her grandson, but Kurama often kept their visits brief. Each time he cut their bonding short or took Kouichi home early with excuses, the guilt ate away at him. Shiori offered mutiple times to babysit him, insisting they take him out of that expensive daycare and let him stay at grandma’s, but Kurama refused. He knew he was being selfish.

It was with great reluctance that he called his mother one morning in March. The daycare was closed. His wife was away attending a professional development workshop and he had a huge deal to close at work, so bringing Kouichi along wasn’t an option. He had no choice. He apologized into the receiver, “Mother, I’m sorry to ask last minute, but could you watch Kouichi today?”

When Shiori opened the front door, she knew Shuuichi was having a difficult morning. His hair was out of place, diaper bag slung across one shoulder, half open, Kouichi strapped to his front with his right sock missing. The baby switched from playing with his free toes to pulling at his father’s necktie. Shiori leaned forward to kiss Shuuichi's cheek and say, "Good morning," simultaneously plucking the tie out of the baby’s fingers as he went to put it in his mouth. She distracted him with the next kiss, square on the top of his soft red hair.

"Good morning, mother." Shuuichi stepped into the genkan gratefully, unloading his belongings and his child. "Thank you for having Kouichi over today. I can't believe they closed his daycare."

"The flu is serious for little ones. I'd rather they take the precaution." She took her grandchild with a smile. He grabbed onto her braid. "Besides, it's my pleasure to watch him. I'd watch him every day if you let me."

"I couldn't ask that of you." He looked pained at the thought. She never could figure out why.

Shuuichi checked for drool on his blouse, smoothed down his clothes and hair, then let out a long groan.

“What?”

“I forgot my laptop.”

“Do you need it?”

“Yes, I forgot to upload my presentation to the shared drive last night.” He heaved a sigh. “I need to run. I’ll be back around 6.”

“Good luck, dear.”

Shuuichi was out the door without a proper goodbye to either her or his son, which she would’ve scolded him for under any other circumstances. Single parenting did not become him. Shiori propped Kouichi higher onto her hip and looked down to meet his large green eyes. He smiled up at her. “You are too cute.” She kissed him again on the forehead. “What shall we do today?” His gigged answer was music to her ears.

Kouichi was so easy to make happy, the opposite of his father when he was little.

Shiori remembered being a young mother, the uncertainty of everything she did, the never-ending lectures on childraising she’d received from well-meaning aunts and neighbors. Do this, do that, don’t do what so-and-so did, you want your son to turn out right, right?

She and Kenjiro had done exactly as everyone told them, but Shuuichi did not develop like they said he would. As a baby he rarely cried, but he also rarely smiled, and while he leap over some developmental milestones, he fell terribly behind on others. Shiori and Kenjiro could see in his eyes how clever he was, knew he had a high level of comprehension, but at two and a half years old, he did not speak many words.

The pediatrician told them not to worry. Gifted children often saved their words until they knew exactly what they wanted to say. He might suddenly start speaking in full sentences one day soon.

Soon, the doctor had said, and as if he understood those words to be permission, Shuuichi woke her up the next morning with, “Mama, I’m hungry. Can we make pancakes?”

She’d pulled him into a tight hug, kissed his face, and marched them right into the kitchen.

Shiori did not know how long it would take Kouichi to find his words, but he seemed fine sharing the ones he knew before they were correct. He babbled nonsensically at her as she sorted through his diaper bag to see what Shuuichi had remembered to pack. He was already calling her, “Baabaa!”

Shiori found a second pair of socks and put them on the baby. He waddled through the living room, occasionally balancing himself on furniture. She watched him affectionately. It took him about two minutes to start knocking things off the coffee table. She followed him, picking up the mess, and scooped him up just before he started pulling books off the bookshelf. The photo albums were at his eye level. She pulled one out at random, and sat with Kouichi on the couch. “These are pictures from when your dad was small.” She explained.

She couldn’t tell if Kouichi understood, but it was easy for him to turn the thick pages, and he pointed enthusiastically at each person. “Da?”

“That’s Grandpa Kenjiro.”

“Da?”

“That’s your daddy.”

“Da?”

“That’s me, Baabaa.” She pointed to herself.

The last photo in the album was of Shuuichi’s first undoukai. He was dressed in his sports uniform, looking into the camera’s lens with a bored expression. He’d changed so much since then! It was strange to think that Shuuichi had once been that way, introverted and too-serious for his age.

Shiori closed the album and put it back with the others. It had been ages since she’d gone through them. Looking at the faces of loved ones she’d lost, and seeing her son look like he’d rather be anywhere else, had broken her heart many times over when she was grieving Kenjiro’s death. Now, it felt less raw. She could actually smile at the memories.

She retrieved a proper baby book from the diaper bag and gave that to Kouichi, her mind wandering to the past and the hurdle that was Shuuichi entering school. He’d been a good boy, had listened wonderfully to his teachers’ directions and done the work they’d asked of him, but he’d refused to interact with other children. His kindergarten teachers said he was shy, his first grade teacher said he was quiet, and his second grade teacher said he was brilliant, but emotionally stunted. Kenjiro hated hearing anything negative about his son. It wasn’t Shuuichi’s fault the other kids in his class weren’t on his level, he’d ranted.

Her mother-in-law, who lived in another prefecture and rarely came to visit, had said Shuuichi’s lack of social skills were concerning. His cousins had lots of friends, how could he not make a single one? She blamed Shiori for not pushing him and scolded Kenjiro for his lack of discipline. She suggested he might do better in a mixed age extracurricular, so they put him into martial arts classes, and as expected, he performed perfectly, but did not make friends.

Shiori did not have her own mother to seek advice from; she’d died of breast cancer when Shiori was 14, and her father, while he’d done his best raising her, was a quiet man who kept his opinions to himself. He died when Shuuichi was 7. A few short years later, Kenjiro was in a fatal accident. The life insurance wasn’t much, and she'd had to start working to pay the mortgage, their living expenses, Shuuichi’s school fees…

It felt like drowning.

Just as she thought she’d grabbed ahold of a rescue line in the form of Kazuya, she got sick.

“Baabaa!” Kouichi’s voice returned her to the present moment. He was waving the book at her. She accepted it, and he crawled into her lap, leaning back against her chest and warming her heart as she read to him. She’d drown a thousand times if it meant having her life now, her second family and this grandchild.

They read the book, ate snack, and dressed for the outdoors. On the wall alongside the coat closet was a framed photo from Shuuichi’s wedding day. He was smiling, happiness in his eyes, surrounded by their family and his closest friends.

She’d gotten sick, then a miracle happened. Shuuichi made friends. They hadn’t been the sort she’d imagine he’d associate with, but she didn’t care what the other mothers in town said, those boys were angels, and they grew up to be fine young men. She’d heard Yusuke and Keiko were expecting a child. She hoped their baby would be as good a friend to Kouichi as Yusuke was to Shuuichi.  

“Baabaa!” Kouichi called her again. He couldn't reach the door handle by himself.

He was a miracle too.

Shiori enjoyed the rest of the day with her grandson. The weather was unseasonably beautiful. They went to the park and played in the sand. On the way home, Kouichi fell asleep in his sling, and Shiori kept him close while she prepped lunch. Shuuichi hadn’t packed any food in the diaper bag, so she made her own choices: cut up apple, edamame, and soft spiral pasta. Kouichi ate half of it when he woke up, threw the other half on the floor. They walked around the backyard and the old garden Shuuichi had planted. Kouichi had a second nap. Throughout the day, Shiori took too many pictures on her smartphone.

It was evening and they were playing stacking blocks when the front door opened, keys jingling loudly in the genkan. She sang out, “Okaerinasai!”

Kouichi tried, but only managed, “Oooosai!”

Two voices returned tired, “Tadaima.”

Kazuya shuffled into the living room first, and she forgave him for going straight to Kouichi, “Kou-kun, grandpa’s home!” Kouichi immediately abandoned his blocks for hugs, lifting his arms to be picked up. It was amazing how the little boy’s presence restored Kazuya’s depleted energy.

“How’d the meeting go today?” Shiori asked when her son joined them.

“Good.” He answered. “Signed the contract. How was Kouichi?”

“Wonderful.” She said as Kazuya passed Shuuichi the baby with a high pitched, “Yay, daddy!”

Shuuichi accepted his child, but he was clearly at a loss for what to do next. Shiori laughed.

He looked at her incredulously, “What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing, it’s just,” She tried biting back her grin, “You’re finally acting like I anticipated.”

His brow furrowed.

She hurried to explain, “Don’t take it the wrong way, it’s only that, since the day you were born, I had all these ideas about how you’d grow and you always surprised me, did things your own way. Now that you’re a father, you’ve surprised me by being, well, exactly as I expected.”

Shuuichi looked down at Kouichi, who immediately went to grab his father’s nose. He pulled his head back, lowering the baby in his arms to save his face. Shiori laughed again.

“You’re just as clueless as I was.” She closed the space between them, wrapping her arms around her son and grandson. “I love you, Shuuichi.”

“I love you too, mother.” He seemed to soften. “By the way, the daycare called and said they will be closed the rest of the week. I could take Kouichi to work tomorrow—”

“Nonsense. An office is no place for a baby. He belongs at grandma’s house.”

“Thank you.”

She suspected he’d be on his way soon, but she tried to keep them longer. “Will you stay for dinner?”

He surprised her again with his answer. “We’d love to.”

On the train home that night, Kurama made peace with relinquishing control. In the past it’d been a triumph of sorts, keeping secrets from his mother. He’d managed to hide an entire other life from her. It was foolish to think she hadn’t noticed. It’d been obvious from the start her son was different than the other neighborhood boys, but she had loved and cared for him just the same. Patient and kind, a mother who’d given him everything. If he had taken the chance of raising a normal child from her, the very least he could do was give her Kouichi in return.

The baby was asleep, eyelashes long and dark against his rosy cheeks. His head was cradled in the sling, face half pressed to Kurama’s chest. He could feel the drool seeping through his collared shirt. Kouichi was cute, and while Kurama couldn’t judge brains yet-- the kid put shoes in his mouth-- he thought his son had a good disposition. He’d be a good grandchild, someone who could make Shiori proud. She sorely deserved that kind of happiness.

It wasn’t right to keep this child away from her. As she’d said, he had no idea what he was doing. No new parent really did. It was okay to rely on her. He wasn’t burdening her.

He was finally doing something right.

The daycare had been his idea. He was sure his wife wouldn’t mind withdrawing.  

[kedicatt-cotl]

OMG OMG OMG BELOMOR

I LOVE THIS

Okay oh boy do I have something in store for you guys!

Okay so I'm obsessed with Don't Starve at the moment but am also falling back into my COTL obsession bit by bit and I figured hey why not mix the two and see how some of my friends and favorite artists' characters would look if they were sent to the Constant and now we got this!

Okay so going in order using a bullet point method we have:

Self:

• My IRL self

• My COTL sona, Agla

Friends in a Discord Server:

• Cotton (aka @leshy-of-the-old-faith )

• Silva (aka @scrapman-silva-and-alanor )

• Lamb (aka @the-lamb-cult-leader )

• Alm (aka @minecraftminecraft69 )

• Baal (idk who the Tumblr is I'll update it when I do tho-)

• Shirakuma (aka @ask-theprincessofpeace )

Artists' Characters on Tumblr:

• Freddy (from @creeperchild 's blog (He already Constant-ified Freddy before so nice potential reference thingy was available))

• Buttercup (from @cult-of-a-buttercup 's blog)

• Crownbearer Ratau (from @rabiesram 's blog)

• Belomor (from @kedicatt-cotl 's blog)

• Unnamed Yellow Cat (from @tacofuus 's blog)

This is probably the sole time I'm tagging more than like 5 people unless I end up getting the idea to do something like this again-

Anyways hopefully you all enjoyed this, I tried to make titles for the peeps that could fit. Really hoping I'm accurate with them...

...aight that's all! See ya guys!

[harvestmoonconfessionsv2]

It’s strange going back to old Harvest Moon games sometimes. I recently went back to play Magical Melody because I remember having such a good time in it that I made it to year 4 or 5, my second longest play through. Mineral Town I made it to 7 or 8.

I have two memories from it.

The first thing is I had a naming theme in this game. Every cow was named MooMoo, sheep were BaaBaa, and horses were NayNay. But you can’t have them all named the same, that’s not fair. So of course we had MooMooJr, BaaBaaJr, but NayNay was a special case. Very special. I had four horses. NayNay. NayNayJr. NayNayJrJr. NayNayJrJrJr. And I think something happened to NayNay and I ended up with a NayNayJrJrJrJr. I should go look at the file again because I’m scared to see what I named my chickens but I know there is at least one Egg Egg. My mom said I had a special way with names.

Second, I had the hardest time with the characters leaving town. I was always so sad when people left. I had Eve there for a short time and was sad she never came back. The flower girl left often and came back often. The problem came with Ray. I had Ray about a heart or two away from marrying him when he decides he’s leaving. I was distraught. Clearly my fisherman love would come back, because love? I went an in game year or two not sure why he left or how to bring him back. I was so upset he would come back for romance festivals but not for me!! This put me on a hiatus for the game for awhile. I came back with a last effort. I had hoarded all the good fish I caught in the game so I threw every fish in my fridge into the shipping box. Ray came back, we got married and had a kid. Pretty successful. 

Also I’m so glad that you like my submissions! I’ve been playing Harvest Moon since before I could read well enough to know what’s actually going on. I’m glad my memories from the series are inspiring to everyone and I keep remembering some old ones that I’d love to share. And I like my new name. I can be 110 Tomatoes now haha.

[kedicatt-cotl]

Small thought I had about Leshy, mayhaps the reason behind him being the only Bishop (in game) who didn't target Lambs cult in anyway. Is because while he is the Bishop of Chaos, he is actually very kind to mortals (during his time as a god)

Heket causes Famine, Kallamar causes Plague, Shamura causes Infighting, while Leshy? Leshy doesn't go for Lambs' followers. Given him being the representative of Chaos, you'd think he'd do something terrible to the cult in some way but no. He just focuses on the Lamb whenever they enter Darkwood. In fact, he is the only one we actively see command his followers in person (Amdusias)

Just wanted to share this thought with someone, love the AU and the characters!

I like to imagine that, indirectly, Leshy does cause chaos.

When Lamb dies in his expedition to Darkwood and is returned to his cult of 5 followers who are hungry and ready to get up and leave tomorrow because their beds broke down a week ago and Lamb didn't have the resources to get them fixed, isn't this the true chaos?

And Leshy doesn't even have to do anything for that to happen. That is, in fact, the true power.

Jokes aside, I'm not too sure how kind Leshy is to mortals canonically... I think I heard something implying he used to eat people or something (unless I just completely made that one up, that could have happened too), but then again regardless if that is true or not, it's not like we know much enough about the other bishops to judge which of them really was the kindest.

And also, TY!! :D

[shutanic-temple-orphanage]

Shutanic Temple Orphanage proudly presents: the first kid of the New Year.

With deep gratitude to midwife/cobbler @bil-daddy and his impromptu assistant @greenthena who also shutanized Baabaa according to the Shutanic Ritual.

Deeply moved and in tears,

Loretta

666th Senior Administrator of @shutanictemple

Hello world! I'm 17 minutes old❤️

[coocooshow-blog]

Wheels on the Bus, Twinkle, If You're Happy, Numbers Songs, Baa Baa Youtube Video Songs Coo Coo Show

Here is our collection of top nursery rhymes for toddlers and infants! Educational 3d animated videos kids will enjoy and learn from. Children can sing-along or dance along to the action songs with our fun loving cartoon characters.

Our compilation of the best preschool / kindergarten songs makes education fun. Also, learning nursery rhymes is a great way for kids to learn English!

Comment below on which nursery rhyme you'd like to see next!

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Itsy Bitsy Spider Video Song Lyrics:

The itsy bitsy spider Climbed up the water spout Down came the rain And washed the spider out Out came the sun And dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider Climbed up the spout The itsy bitsy spider Climbed up the water spout Down came the rain And washed the spider out Out came the sun And dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider Climbed up the spout Wheels on the Bus Song Lyrics: The wheels on the bus go round and round Round and round Round and round The wheels on the bus go round and round All through the town The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish All through the town The driver on the bus says move on back move on back move on back The driver on the bus says move on back All through the town The people on the bus go up and down Up and down Up and down The people on the bus go up and down All through the town

BaaBaa Black Sheep Have You Any Wool Video Song Lyrics:   Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full! One for the master, One for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full... Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full! One for the master, One for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full... Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Song Lyrics: Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

If You Are Happy And You Know It Video Song Lyrics:

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap clap)

If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp stomp)

If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp stomp)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet. (stomp stomp)

If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)

If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)

If you're happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)

If you're happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, do all three. (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)

[kedicatt-cotl]

i might resurrect myself on this blog just to participate, if i don't forget about it until when it's the time

someone remind me about this like a week before october starts, and im so doing this with the baabaa kids au

IT'S ALMOST OCTOBER SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

There's just one rule: have fun!

As you can see I created three levels of difficulty but don't feel pressured to stick with one the whole October

You can use #cotltober so your art will be easier to find

[farmees01]

Have you little toddlers met your friend Baa Baa Black Sheep kids? Well kids, today is a very special day because all your friends from Farmees and your other friends such as Baa Baa Black Sheep, Humpty dumpty, Mary had a little lamb, johny johny, the wheels on the bus have come together and have made for all you little toddlers this very fun nursery rhyme compilation! Baa Baa Black Sheep Sat On The Wall | Nursery Rhymes Songs For Kids | Music For Children | Farmees #baabaa #baabaablacksheep #satonawall #blacksheep #baablacksheep #nurseryrhyme #kidsvideos #kidsvideos #preschool #toddlers #rhymes #baabaablacksheepsatonawall #parenting #farmees

[kedicatt-cotl]

Any AUs you enjoy and would like to share with us? Considering the cat ask box I figured this is a good ask to send

TY for the ask!

Honestly, I only see the AUs occasionally and I haven't really gotten into lore of any of them enough to really go and point out favourites...

I don't have that much time to enjoy other people's content right now, hopefully one day I do that. I'm sure I totally wanna do that later!

And honestly, I think every AU and canon interpretation is awesome! There is so many takes and so many unique ideas I've seen so far, I'm loving this fandom

As of today, for the AUs I can probably only point out the gang AU by @cotl-flower-crown because I LOVE THAT NARINDER

[kedicatt-cotl]

i actually made this au with nods of approval from charpeach, cause we’re friends, so she’s the first one to hear my spam regarding it

shamura and belomor getting along is her idea and i’m here for it and i shall develop this idea further cause of my god its so great??? it really fits??? belomor absolutely would be the first child to really trust and try to understand shamura

Belomor is getting along with his uncle Shamura very well

I will protect them with my life

au by @kedicatt

[kedicatt-cotl]

What is your favorite color?

Ty for the ask!

I don't like to always stick to one favourite color, so I have a few selected favourite shades of pretty much every base color.

But if i really have to pick my favourites among those, it would be sapphire blue (the lighter one), coral and sunflower yellow!

I mean, it's not literally just like these specific shades of color with they respective HEX codes or anything, It's a bunch of different shades similar to them, of course.

I also like fern green, dark grey, ... Well, I'm a little too lazy to look up and list all of them

[kedicatt-cotl]

DAY 23 - THE TENT

Narinder doesn't like to show his vulnerability to people in the cult, but really he is just a kitty who needs his daily portion of pets and scratches.