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Ghosts OC: Nah
Robin had more than one sister growing up. A lot more than the one he would go on to have children with. Many of his siblings died in infancy, as was common. There were a few that would grow up beside him.
Unlike the sister who would become his mate, who was always feisty and independent and not afraid to scrap with her brothers to prove herself, Nah was the opposite.
Six years younger than Rogh, Nah was a sickly child from a baby. Their parents had assumed her to die like the others, her baby's cry was too quiet and croaky, but Rogh was tired of having to watch his mother put so many babies into the ground. Rogh gathered some river water under the full moon and prayed to Moonah to bless it before pouring it over the baby's head. The adults were ready to chastise him, as he wasn't the tribe's shaman, he was just a kid and might have accidentally offended Moonah. But then the baby let out a cry loud enough to wake the tribe three fields over. A healthy cry, and she began to nurse at her mother's breast where she'd refused to latch before. Their mother wept with relief, and their father clapped his son on the back with pride. They named her Nah, in honour of Moonah who had saved her (with Rogh's help, obviously).
Nah remained a weak, sensitive, and fragile child as she grew, but she was stubborn enough to refuse to die. Though she'd have younger siblings, she was coddled more than the others, her parents and siblings overprotective of her, more so from those in the tribe who saw her as a burden, as much as outside dangers.
Of all her siblings, Nah mostly attached herself to Rogh, and could often be found following the boy everywhere and clutching onto his furs. She rarely spoke, which was hardly unusual when their kind was still developing speech, but she stayed mostly silent and preferred to stick to signing. Rogh seemed to understand her best. When their mother became busy with her younger children, and their father out hunting, Rogh seemed to become Nah's primary guardian. She was a shy and timid child, but Rogh was one of the few - along with their father and some of the older women - who could make her smile and laugh.
As he grew older, he began to resent his clingy little sister a little, as there were times he wanted to be going out on more hunts or play games that Nah was too weak to join in on, and even if she watched from the side, the aggression got too much for her, and she'd cover her ears and moan to be taken away to somewhere quiet. And that would be fine, except she would scream if anyone other than Rogh took her away.
One time, when he and his cousins wanted to go hunting, Nah kept tugging on his hand. She wanted him to stay with her and tell her the stories on the cave wall, the ones she'd heard over and over but never got bored of. Frustrated and full of confusing emotions, Rogh snapped at Nah and told her to leave him alone.
She did. She didn't so much as cry.
Three days later, Nah got sick. Sicker than she'd been before. None of their primitive medicines seemed to help her. Rogh tried to pour "moonah water" on her head as he'd done when she was newborn but it did nothing to help. Her fever became worse and her breaths short and shallow.
Ignoring the shaman's advice to keep her by the fire, Rogh carried her outside and laid her on a mound, praying that Moonah's direct light would be magic. At first, she seemed to perk up, smiling at him and holding his hand.
Rogh stay? She had managed to sign.
He'd grunted and signed back in promise.
Rogh stay. Rogh always stay.
Nah had smiled the biggest smile he'd seen her do on her face before she closed her eyes.
She died that night, only five Winters old. Rogh had stayed by her side all night, refusing to believe she was gone. And even if she was, Moonah would bring her back. Moonah would save her, just as before. When the adults had found them, they'd had some trouble moving the distraught eleven year old boy away from his little sister's body. He was convinced she was only sleeping.
Sleepy Moonah Girl. That's what their dad had called her.
It was his father who finally managed to tug Rogh away and allow his mother to go cradle her little girl. No one chided the lad, they had all known she wouldn't make it to morning. Rogh sobbed into his dad's embrace as the older man assured him that Nah would sleep forever beside Moonah in the sky now.
Twelve years would pass and the tribe walked on, following the herds of mammoths and other animals. On the last bit of land where Rogh would die, he'd find the same blue flowers growing in the forest, a rare mound of colour stark against the dark browns. In his darker times, when the madness took hold, he would see her lying there, staring up at him with that same expression as when he'd told her to go away.
Ten thousand years after Nah's death, he watches a different girl, also named in honour of the moon, sleep amidst the same type of blue flowers, bathed in moonlight. Silver, just like Nah, had used her last words in life to beg him to stay with her.
And so he does.
#bbc ghosts#tw: child death#siblings#robin the caveman#ghosts oc#oc: silver#oc: nah#tw: mentions of inc*st
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Yeah I was right and there was no way I was getting the rest of this done without making you all wait another month or two, so I just went to the next good break point. We're officially past the halfway point with Astarion though, so not too much longer before you actually get to see Rolan again!
Part 1 • Previous Part • Next Part
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#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 comic#I just really love Ember and Astarion's dynamic as well ok#He's who she canonly ends up with but the Rolan timeline is if Astarion had decided he wasn't ready for a physical relationship after all#in which case his relationship with Ember doesn't really change they just end up platonic life partners instead of romantic ones#that duo who everyone assumes are a couple because they might as well be but nah#hopefully gonna get to show off how Ember and Rolan work together once I get back to him cause I love their chemistry just as much#rolan x tav#tav x rolan#rolan x ember#bg3 astarion#astarion#my tav#sharky's tav#tav: ember#oc: ember#sharky art
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anyone out there who enjoys both Bive and The Smiler i’m boutta summon all of you cuz I MADE A SMILER INSPIRED BIVE AVATAR MUAHAHAHAHAA
#she’s so me bro it’s insane#hey guys this is my gender#regretevator#regretevator bive#bive#bive regretevator#smiler#the smiler#alton towers#roblox#is this an oc??? nah…….#okay no oc tag#i saw someone’s art of a smiler inspired bive the other day and had an aneurism /pos#roblox avatar#my user is berserrkerrr follow me on roblox i wanna get to 1k grrrrr#i used to have 1k but over 100 accounts got banned so i’m stuck at like 930 sumn sobs#ignore the double glasses on her i wanted to use the smaller ones to add the bridge area cuz the big glasses didn’t have it#pretend it’s only that one pair of glasses#the round ones#yea
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How i acquired my second child
These two are my travel companions on the monk campaign i use for pearl hunting,
Pearl and Pond Scum
I'll show them off properly in another post but basically Pond is a scrawny tiny baby who needs all the love and Pearl would probaly kill lizards on her own if i wasn't dragging her where i wanna go
(This is exactly how i found her btw, bullying a lantern mouse on my way to shoreline)
#rainworld art#rain world art#the birds rainworld art#rainworld oc time#rainworld oc#slugcat oc#rw slugcat#rw slugpup#rw slugsona#rw downpour#shaded citadel#still ghe easiest interactions for me to write#romance???#nah have some parental moments instead#also imagining what lttm would be like for my tiny son#rw looks to the moon#looks to the moon#rw iterator#the birds rainworld comics
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its been a while since my last summer mochi 🌺🏖️
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#tcwg#tmaomal#mochi#art#ocs#original#shy and pouty because coco coerced her into beach time and she cant go swimming#never wears anything so revealing ever#(a treat for lime he he)#i feel like i dont do a lot of solo character art anymore#but i wanted to doodle something tonight...#during the beach ep she stays on the sand under the umbrella the whole time#coco quietly to mochi: look fine you dont have to swim but the whole point is to let lime see you like *~this~*#anyway. lime stays there with her#mochi: if its too hot you should go swimming!! you dont have to keep me company!!#lime: nah im good (id rather die than be away from you wearing that swimsuit)#lime: (the hottest mochi ive ever seen and im gonna waste my time in the water????? hell no)#lime: if youre sweating why dont you uhh......take off the sweater#mochi shy af#its fine if she doesnt. he still has the lower body views
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Like , repost, and follow for more freakyman content
#artists on tumblr#art#artist#arte#creepypasta#creepypasta art is keeping me going#creepypasta oc#ocart#originalcharacter#creepypasta art#slenderman#slenderman??#nah#freakyman#he's here to save the day#i mean freak the day#slenderverse#doodles#bs doodle#ms paint#paint
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What if Lavellan met Gale?
#listen Dorian and Merrill would never#I’m talking about Morrigan Anders and Solas#Vivienne… might#nah she wouldn’t#solavellan#lavellen#dai#dragon age#dragon age dreadwolf#dreadwolf#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur’s gate 3#my art#fantasy#doodle#sketch#illustration#fanart#oc#elf#cartoon#comic#Gale x tav#Tav x gale#Saige tavreen#Tav
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So our vamp isn't so heartless after all...
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3edit#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#tavstarion#miyku#baldurians#usermorvaris#userwolfkissed#elminsters#userjai#userorion#userwaterdeep#useryuno#userairika#oc: maleane#maleane/astarion#my gifs#i'm not even bothering with trying to mask clipping anymore#there's so much of it#but yeah nah they're so cute!!#i recorded these when patch 6 kissies dropped#and thought it's a pretty angle!#aka pov: me in the bush with a camera
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"Patty. We look almost identical."
"But your mom is actually hot..."
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#trolls oc#trolls oc otto#trolls oc patty#trolls comic#shes a savage . for real#oh. bad language 😏#do i have to tag#nah..
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"they spoke correctly. the last stage of love is grief"
the art refers to the distant future where Afaleon became a dragon again, and despite all their common achievements with Minthara, they were unable to live together for a long time. Minthara sleeps in his skull in an attempt to feel close to him again.
not quite a canon of their story, more of an option for how it could have ended. It was drawn more for my tragic mood in that day
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#minthara#minthara x tav#ship lore#oc lore#oc: Afaleon#but dead Afaleon hohoooo#I don't really like angst#but sometimes the characters in ship are just so...#nah#don't take it close to your heart if you don't like angst too
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Skén:nen sá:sewh
as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc
translation: Get home safe
#nobody translate the file name#nah but home girl is the strongest soldier let me tell you#imagine date/being married to an assassin fr I would loose my mind#I'm such a sucker for the friends to lovers trope ok hear me out#Girlie is an ally to the assassin's and that's how she meets Connor and they become friends because Ratonhnhaké:ton deserves more friends o#she is VERY smart knows how to stand her ground but also very sweet and funny he respects and admires her a lot and so does she#she's from another displaced kanien'kehá:ka clan they bond really close sooner than later the feeling just blooms everyone's knows but THEM#until prob the recruits and the people in the homestead get tired of these oblivious fools in love and plot to finally get them together#I headcanon Connor didn't settle down completely until they were expecting their first child like they both panicked when they realized#I mean they're already married and stuff but still our girl is all over the place bcs she's scared of something happening to him or the bby#and connor acts cool and leveled on the outside but he's just a whirpool of emotions on the inside as well it's really funny to watch#they probably broke down in tears from both laughter and fear but they are amazing parents we are certain of it :')#I want their dinamic to be like that mainly because Connor deserves some light and laugh in his life after all the things he went through#connor i'm in love with your wife#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#connor's mistery wife#ac 3#assassin's creed#oc#the way you can tell I almost never draw men just from this sketch 💀#my art
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just a couple of guys being dudes
#my art#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#sebastian solace#pressure oc#richie lazlow#me: richie kinda fucking hates sebastian (🤞)#but nah i think hes just. supremely annoyed with him. but they can still kiss about it whatever#sebastian x oc#cw smoking#um. disregard the fact that i never draw sebastian the same way lmao
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I was terrified Hard as I tried, I couldn't see the signs Worlds fuse and collide But I know, yes I know what's deep inside.
#spacie scribbles#artists on tumblr#oo-nah-med#oc: unamed#i love youuuu unamed#reblog this please i spent 3 days on it#that animation was fucking tedious bro#it took so long#so please#mercy#i wanna make an animation 2 this whole song one day#but for now this will suffice#eyestrain#flashing#i literally thought up this character b/c of this song#the whole beginning and end 2 their story. all contained within 3 minutes 37 seconds#oc stuff#oc
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“Hope”
VTA AU - #1
Word count: 5188 words
Reading time: ~15 mins
[‼️TW!: Implied decapitation, violence, suicidal ideation (?). Discretion is advised‼️]
Fic under the cut
They couldn’t keep their head in place.
And they tried, really hard. To keep it upright. It was stitched to their neck for a reason. But it had never actually depended on those strings to stay there.
It depended on the crown.
A crown that moments before had gingerly placed itself back on their god’s head, slowly taking away what little sliver of power remained within the Lamb along with it.
But they couldn’t rest just yet. They had to hold on for just a little longer. They had to listen to what their god had to say.
But even with how much the Lamb pushed down the ringing, they couldn’t hear a single word. Their god simply stared at them, silently. Clearly, this was what he was expecting would happen.
Clearly, this was what he wanted to happen. What they both knew would happen. What the Lamb so desperately hoped wouldn’t have to happen.
But naturally, they were wrong. Of course.
Slowly, they let their gaze fall back into the ground, pristine white sand now stained crimson, proof of their mortality; slowly slipping away.
Of course, of course.
They squeezed their eyes, slowly taking their hoofs away from their neck. There was nothing left to do. This was the end.
Of course, of course, of course.
A relief, he had said. They’d be finally fred from the role they were forced into playing. A leader. A prophet. A god-slayer. The last of their kind. The Lamb was no traitor, of course they were willing; how could they be not?
Back then, the Lamb had simply lowered their gaze, deep in thought.
“Promise?”
“Hmm?”
“That it’ll be the end?” And they looked up to their god, a tiny glimmer in their eyes.
Rest, rest at last. Their god had simply smiled back at them, a wide grin that exposed his sharp teeth.
“Yes” He replied, “I promise”
Still, the Lamb, unsure of what they truly wanted, had allowed themselves to hope. Entertain their selfish wishes for a while. Some pitiful way of self-comfort, they guessed. Maybe he’d change his mind. Maybe he’d let them stay by his side.
But when had hope ever been of any help to them?.
Hope hadn’t saved their kind. Hope hadn’t avoided their first death. And it certainly would not avoid this one.
Nothing would save them this time. Not hope. Not even their god.
A fool, the Lamb though, a bitter chuckle escaping their lips as they looked up to their god, one last time
I was a fool.
–
Two thumps on the ground. And then, the sound of chains breaking.
The god of death stared at the little lump in the ground, unmoving, unresponsive. A prophecy fulfilled. Just as he had willed it so.
His gaze softened, ever so slightly. “Rest now, vessel” He muttered, extending a clawed paw towards the lamb.
“You’ve earned it”
.
.
.
And they had. They truly had.
Still, it seemed like fate had different plans.
A small glimmer, and then another, and another, and another, until everything was filled with light—
And then, nothing.
SLAM!
Almost nothing.
They were supposed to be dead.
But in the way their body ached, and the way it had definitely slammed into the ground a few moments prior it was clear that was likely not the case. Not anymore at least. Their head spiraled, ears ringing, and they could faintly make out the sound of retching–Oh. It was them. They were quickly pulled out of their thoughts, vision clearing ever so slightly, only to be welcomed by the sight of wood, covered in some dark matter. Ichor. It was ichor. A…resurrection ritual? But who? Why? How? What happened?
A heart offered, a vow made–
No, no that wasn’t right. They weren’t focusing on the most important question. Where were they? The Lamb squinted, struggling to push themselves upright, with trembling arms. Everything felt hazy, yet not like before. No welcoming light, no peaceful silence, no warmth.
Just cold wooden floors. Like in their temple. Their temple…
Their temple?
Their thoughts were interrupted again by yet another wave of ichor up their throat. They coughed, hands curling into fists. They felt a light touch on their shoulder. Great. Now they were choking.
“–to the side, it’ll be easier like that.”
What?
They tried looking in the direction the voice–likely belonging to the one that performed the ritual–came from, yet they were given a soft pat in the back, reminding them they still had something else to worry about. What had the voice said? Side–Turn to the side–? So they tried, yet it only caused them to lose balance, almost falling face first into the ichor-stained floors, if not for the other person holding them upright.
Finally–after roughly 13 seconds–, they were able to compose themselves. The other one present seemed to notice as well, swiftly removing their hands from the Lamb and standing once more. A paw was extended towards them in place, likely to help the lamb on their feet.
Their hoof was halfway towards reaching the paw when their gaze finally cleared enough to make out who was offering it to them.
Four red eyes stared down at the Lamb. Silently. Their god stood before them, the crown–in the form of a snake–curled around his shoulders.
The Lamb froze. No, no, it couldn’t be-
“My–My Lord” They blurted out. Their god tilted his head sideways, as if amused. The Lamb rose to their feet in a quick motion, ignoring the hand held out in front of them.
What. Why. How. Why. How. Why. Why. Why–
Their god was talking. They should listen. They couldn’t listen. Their ears were ringing, their head was spinning. There were too many questions. They felt like they were gonna throw up again. Their breath paced up. They couldn’t think. Their eyes fixed on the ground. On the runes. They were wrong. They–
Oh, that’s it.
Their god seemed to notice their discomfort, taking a step towards them. “Lamb–”
“My Lord, you– you made a mistake”
“Pardon me?”
The Lamb looked up, red eyes meeting their own, already settled on a reasonable explanation to what was going on. “You…tried to do the resurrection ritual, yes?” They continued, ever so calmly
“Not tried, it worked. Now if you–”
“Well surely you must’ve done something wrong- you brought me back, not whatever follower of ou- of yours that you were aiming for”
“Lamb–”
‘This runes here. They are all wrong. But don’t worry, I’ll help you fix it.” Their eyes scanned around the floor, fixing on a little red spot in the corner of the room. Chalk. “There, we just change this a bit and…done! Should work adequately now.” The Lamb made their way to their god, still talking,
“Now you just turn the crown into a dagger, kill me again, and you should be good to go.” The Lamb smiled, fidgeting with their hoofs. Their god looked down at the now changed runes, and then back at them, unamused.
“So..?”
“I didn’t make a mistake.”
“…I’m sorry?”
“I didn’t make a mistake, vessel. The ritual worked as it was supposed to.” He continued, brows lifting slightly. “It was meant to resurrect you. Not some other follower. You”
…Them.
He resurrected them. Meaning to resurrect them. Going all the way to change the base structure of the ritual so he could ensure it was them who was brought back. Them. No one else. Them. Them.
The lamb’s hoofs started to shake, eyes widening, an ever so familiar warmth spreading through their chest. They shook their head, struggling to find the next words. “But…Why?”
Hope. Tiny, foolish hope.
“Because” Their god closed his eyes, sighing. “I still have need of you.”
Hope–
“ Your duty is not over.”
–Gone.
Of course.
What else had they ever been, but a tool? Merely to be used, like a pawn upon a chess board. Yet the pawn could feel every stab, every kill, every time they were taken off the board, only to be pulled back again and again until the players decided they were bored, and had had enough.
A tool, simply to be toyed around with.
The lamb took a step back. Memories flooding into their head. A conversation. A wide grin, showing sharp teeth. A promise. Rest. Rest at last. Cut short. Hope. Cut short as well. Acceptance. Warmth. Calm. Peace. All gone.
All gone.
Their gaze widened, mouth opening and closing like a fish before they were able to blurt something out.
“It’s not–But, but you said–”
He lied.
“And I misspoke, vessel.”
Of course he did.
“At the gate, you said–”
He went back on his words.
“My word is final.”
He broke his promise.
“What more could you possibly want from me?!” The Lamb snapped, causing Narinder and the snake-crown to flinch ever so slightly. Oh, they were getting themselves killed again for this. Good. “What haven’t I done for you?! I gave you my life, I gave you my death, my everything! I killed, I lied, I bribed, I stole–Everything you asked, I did! No questions asked, never!”
The god’s gaze sharpened. “Exactly. You performed your duties masterfully. Almost flawlessly. So that’s why I expect you to help clean up this…mess we caused.”
“What are you talking about?? What “mess”? Your siblings are dead, you are free, you have a faithful following–Has your greed for power truly made you that blind?!” The Lamb groaned in desperation, a little horrified with the satisfaction they felt when a look of annoyance spread through Narinder’s face.
“That is no way to talk to your god.”
“I am aware” The lamb took a step forward. And another. And another. Until they were standing right in front of Narinder. “So what will you do? Surely you won’t accept such blasphemy, will you?”
“Lamb–”
They chuckled, hysteria seeping through their words ”Go on, kill me again. See how I care.”
“Do not speak such–”
“Do it! Kill me!”
“SILENCE!!!” Narinder’s voice rang out through the entire temple, loud, divine; the crown positioning itself on his head, spikes stretched. His tone clearly not meant for mortal ears to hear. Mortal ears such as the lamb’s, who covered them and bent over in pain, wincing. This seemed to snap Narinder out of his anger, being replaced with worry as he reached an arm out towards the Lamb, only to pull it back just as fast “Listen. I– This isn’t what I was planning either.” He sighed.
The Lamb looked up, hoofs no longer pressing as hard against their ears. “What?”
The crown on his head returned to its usual form. Narinder looked up for a second before talking. “It’s been eight summers since you laid down your life at my feet. Eight summers that the cult has prospered in your absence. Yet last week I was contacted by a nameless merchant whom I hadn’t seen in more than one millennia. They demanded I…free my siblings from the punishment I bestowed upon them.”
The Lamb scoffed, fully lowering their arms and folding them in front of their chest. “So? Why don’t you? Too much for your ego to handle?”
“I can’t”
“You what?”
Narinder looked up at the Lamb, eyes fixing on theirs. “After I was freed from my chains I…There was a shift in my power. It’s not as strong as it is before. I can no longer access my realm.”
“As if you had been, what, cut off?”
“Precisely. Yet even after I informed them, the merchant pressed forward, saying it was my responsibility to do so. They told me without access to my realm I’d have to traverse their domains and slay them again.”
“Well? They said it themselves. It's your responsibility. How do I fit into this?” The Lamb’s gaze sharpened.
“I’m getting there.” Narinder straightened his posture, clearing his throat. He looked at the Lamb, mirroring the look he gave them when they first met, after the Lamb’s first death. A crowned deity, and a curse-bearing sacrifice.
“Lamb, I bestow upon you the honor of serving your god once again. You shall crusade the lands of the Old Faith a second time, slay the Bishops in my name…and, even if they clearly don’t deserve it, free them from the punishment I gave them, for I have given you life anew and you shall pledge it to me. In the meantime, you shall return to your duties as a cult leader and take care of the flock. Naturally, I’ll be here to assist you if it is needed. Are we clear?” The god smiled placidly, looking down at the Lamb–
–Who stared back at him with such intensity he almost felt their gaze was weighing him down, as if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Perfect. Narinder thought. Now that his vessel’s initial confusion had been cleared, surely they wouldn’t have a problem moving onwards. They shall crusade together and spread his word far and wide. All shall pledge themselves to the cult. Side by side, just like they wanted.
“Is that it?” The Lamb asked, quietly, unsure.
“Yes.” It is what we want, is it not? “That’s it”
Silence.
The Lamb looked down. Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, they extended a hoof towards Narinder, gently placing it on his cheek, lifting their gaze towards him. Tired eyes looked into his. The god felt goosebumps crawl up his spine, but he let them have their way.
“...Vessel–”
SLAP!
Next thing he knew, he was on the ground. They were both on the ground. And the Lamb–
“YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!!”
–Was punching him, continuously. Narinder tried to grab their fists, yet his paws were held down. The lamb was yelling, but Narinder couldn’t focus on half the words they said. He considered turning the crown–which was nearly knocked off his head–into a weapon, yet as soon as the thought crossed his mind,he decided against it. He didn’t want to hurt the Lamb.
“Stop this! Calm down!” He tried instead.
“Calm down? Calm down?!” The Lamb yelled back. Still punching, still speaking nonsense.
Yet with every punch they delivered, it looked as if they were the ones receiving the hit, not Narinder. Ichor stained the ground once anew, as the god and his vessel struggled. Narinder had never seen the Lamb this angry. Not when they were crusading, not when they were facing their siblings, not when dealing with dissenters. They always managed to keep themselves composed, always with a calm expression on their face. Nor happiness, nor sorrow, nor fear, nor anger.
The god knew his words had caused them to snap. Yet he failed to grasp the why of it. He was giving them what they wanted. Eternity is to be spent in company. Once upon a time the Lamb would’ve been overjoyed hearing this news. Last time he saw them he knew they would’ve been. Last time–
Narinder felt something wet fall into his face. He looked up. Tears were falling from his attacker’s eyes. His own widened slightly. The Lamb’s eyes were filled with pain and desperation. Betrayal. Rage.
Directed at him.
And it clicked.
“You just don’t get it, do you?! What wouldn’t I have done?! How far wouldn’t I have gone?! Where wouldn’t I have followed, had you just said the word?! And yet you threw it away, you– you–!”
And they stopped.
Narinder wasn’t fighting back anymore. He simply stared up at the Lamb, arms to his sides in defeat.
“Calm down.” He tried again, softly. It’s alright. He lifted his paw towards the lamb, placing it on their shoulder and giving them a gentle push backwards. The Lamb complied, getting off Narinder and quickly pushing themselves back until they reached a wall, knees against their chest.
Narinder stood up, hesitating before approaching the lamb, slowly, paw outstretched towards them.
“Vessel–”
“Go away.” They interrupted, voice muffled.
Narinder was not going to argue with that. He stepped away, back towards the entrance of the temple, sparing one final glance at the lamb before he disappeared through the door.
It was cold outside.
The Lamb looked up to the door, confirming that they were alone. Only then did they move away from the wall, opting to sit on the small stairs that led to the platform instead. They recalled the countless times they had given sermons from the lectern, preaching the word of their god, wholeheartedly believing the words they spoke; unaware of the fate which awaited them.
They sighed, tears pooling at their eyes once anew.
There was no way to avoid it, was there? They could fight it all they wanted, but it wouldn’t change the outcome. No matter what they did they would be shoved back into their role. A leader. A prophet. A god-slayer. The last of their kind. The devoted vessel of the god of death. Rest was not something possible for them. Maybe it would never be.
There was a time where they would’ve been happy with it. Where they would’ve gladly taken eternity if it meant to remain by their god’s side. But what was that if not a lie? So they tried something else. Maybe he had skipped some details, but it was okay. They’d see their kin again, they’d know peace.
But that too, was a lie.
The silence continued for a while, until the doors of the temple opened once more. The lamb didn’t even bother looking up, they knew who it was. Quiet footsteps approached them, and then stopped. Something warm—a blanket?—was placed on their back.
“...It’s cold” Narinder said, hands lingering on their shoulders for a couple seconds, before he pulled them back.
The lamb looked up at him momentarily, and then back down.
“Get out of my sight” Was all they muttered, waiting for the sound of footsteps exiting once again. But it didn’t come. Instead, the Lamb heard a shuffling noise to their side, black fur visible from the edge of their vision.
“…You don’t want to do it” He acknowledged.
“You won’t let me refuse, will you?”
“...”
“Of course” The lamb scoffed, pulling at the blanket–No, it was a cloak–around their shoulders. They both fell quiet, sitting side by side, only illuminated by the light the crown–and partly, Narinder’s eyes–emitted.
After some minutes, Narinder spoke again. “Listen. There is something else.”
The Lamb continued to stare at the ground, completely ignoring Narinder.
The god sighed, and pressed forward. “Before my liberation, I thought you had destroyed the crowns of my siblings after you defeated them, or taken them back to the cult grounds as trophies to mark your victory over—“
“I don’t know how to destroy a crown, my Lord. And taking it back to the cult grounds was too risky. Might’ve gotten some crazy follower that could try to use its powers.” The Lamb interrupted, in a low voice.
“Then what did you do?”
“As far as I’m concerned, the crowns destroyed themselves after I took the hearts of the Bishops. I didn’t see them after the battle.”
Narinder hummed, reaching for the crown in his head and taking it in his hands. “There’s been sightings of miracles and impossible acts outside of the cult grounds. And we both know that couldn’t have been you”
“Who knows, maybe the Red Crown was thrown off balance and now it’s causing all this mess” The Lamb tapped their hoof against the ground, already having a vague idea of where this was going.
“What I’m meaning to say is—“
“You think the crowns fell into the hands of mortals who aren’t worthy of their powers?” The Lamb interrupted.
Narinder frowned slightly “Yes. And I could’ve dealt with that myself hadn’t your following been so stubborn”
“Ha, they don’t like you?”
“Nonsense! They fear and worship me…yet their loyalties remain elsewhere”
“You tried asking my disciples for help, didn’t you.” The Lamb stated, not asking.
“…”
“You knew they’d only listen to me” The Lamb muttered, mostly to themselves. They sighed “You want me to convince them to help you, yes?”
“Lamb, if the crowns were to fall in the wrong hands, hands that do not know how to make use of them, or worse, do know— the results would be catastrophic”
“Hmm…hands like yours?”
“Does the world around you look like destruction and chaos, Lamb?” He was starting to lose his patience. No. He couldn’t. Last time that happened he had accidentally blinded a follower. He took a deep breath. He couldn’t see clearly, but he could’ve sworn the Lamb was smiling.
“I have a proposal.” Narinder said after a few seconds, calmer. “If you do this, I’ll…consider giving you something in return.”
“Consider?”
“I’ll be indebted to you, Lamb”
Their hoofs twitched. “You’ll let me ask for something in return?”
“One thing. Whatever you wish for. And then, If it’s still what you want, I shall send you back to my realm. Sounds reasonable?” he looked at them, a patient look in his eyes.
The Lamb looked back at him, ready to deny the offer, yet their gaze quickly fell towards the cloak Narinder was wearing. They hadn’t noticed it before. It was white, with accents in red and yellow that complimented his fur. Soft and warm, perfect for the winter. Woven carefully in the hopes it’d be of their god’s liking and comfort. Even with the dim illumination, they’d recognize it anywhere.
Crafted from their own wool, for their one and only god.
I guess what I’m trying to say is—
“...It gets pretty cold during winter.” They muttered instead, voice trembling.
Whatever you need, I’ll be there.
“It does.” Narinder replied softly.
They fell quiet again, caught up in a moment in the past. The last death before fighting Shamura, the Lamb remembered. They had brought the cloak to their god, if only to show it to him, see how he would react.
“But…It’s too small” Their god had said, a little unsure. The Lamb chuckled, their expression not changing
“I don’t see the problem! You can shrink down at will, can you not?”
Oh, how filled with hope had they been back then. How badly did they want to show their god the wonders of the realm above. How faithful, how foolish.
The Lamb looked back up at Narinder, hoofs trembling. Maybe, just maybe… “Whatever I wish for…you’ll do it? You’ll really do it?”
“You crusade, you convince your disciples, you have my word.” But that means close to nothing now, doesn’t it?
The Lamb fell quiet, considering their options, which weren’t many, they knew this was a deadend. Might as well take the offer before it’s gone. They stood up, looking down at Narinder. “Alright.” They gave in. “I’ll do it”
Narinder smiled, standing up as well. “Then so be it”
“However–”
“However?”
The Lamb tapped their hoof on the ground. “I won’t last a single crusade without at least a weapon. Got one in mind?”
Narinder looked at them, and then started walking towards the lectern. “Better than that, actually” He said, picking up a fancy–looking cup and walking back towards the lamb, placing it in their hoofs. “Here, hold this.”
The Lamb did, a little wary.
“See, back when I was still a Bishop,” Narinder started, willing the crown into a small dagger. “We had a certain problem, in which our disciples would become almost obsolete after just a couple years of service.” He pressed the blade into his palm, slicing a clean cut, ichor coming out and sliding down his hand. “It was pitiful, really. They might have been fully devoted to us, yet at the end of the day, they were only mortal. How could they ever hope to keep up with gods?”. He positioned his paw directly above the cup, letting the ichor fall into it, slowly filling it up.
“Yet instead of simply accepting this, we came up with a method, a way for them to grow stronger alongside us, that would also allow us to lend them some of our power. This was a honor reserved only for the most faithful of our following, and a new title was bestowed upon those who received that blessing–”
“The witnesses?” The Lamb asked, eyes locked with the cup.
“Indeed.” Narinder said, pulling his paw back away from the cup, not bothering with the cut; he knew it would heal in less than an hour.
“So” They started toying around with the cup. “I drink this and become a super creepy-looking giant creature that’ll be devoted to you forever?”
“The beastly form was something achieved through mass sacrifice, Lamb. I thought you’d know that much” Narinder rolled his eyes. “You’ll simply reach a state similar to that of when you wielded the crown. Your devotion should be high enough to not blow up into bits.”
“Huh” The Lamb said, and lifted up the cup above their head, eyes locking with Narinder’s. They chuckled lightly, clearing their throat before talking. “And so the Lamb, twice betrayed, chooses to put their trust in the god that denies them rest once anew! Shame on them.” They exclaimed, pressing the cup to their smiling lips.
“Cheers”
They drank the entire cup in one gulp, coughing lightly before placing it back into Narinder’s paws. They squeezed their eyes, waiting for the stomach-churning pain that would surely overcome them for drinking the blood of a god. And they waited. And waited. But nothing came.
“Let me guess. Waiting for the gut-wrenching pain?”
“...”
“Don’t worry about that. As I said before, your devotion is high enough to safely consume ichor. Mine, at least” Saying that, Narinder’s gaze wandered upwards, towards the Lamb’s head. “Andd….there it is”
“There is…?” But the Lamb didn’t even need to finish their sentence. They could feel its presence. A light colored halo was now gingerly placed atop their head, emanating a very faint glow. “...So that’s the thing that appeared on the kids’ heads”
“Your disciples?” Narinder inquired, yet only received silence in response.
The Lamb poked their halo, seemingly already disinterested in the god standing in front of them. Some seconds later they heard the doors of the temple open and close, glad the god had understood the memo. The temple was filled with silence.
A voice in the Lamb’s head told them they felt a little lonely now.
“...I like it better like this” They lied.
They sat back down, this time behind the lectern, and closed their eyes, focusing on the new flow of energy inside them. It was nice. They wondered if it would have the same effects as the crown. Would they need to eat? Sleep? They missed doing that. They missed normal meals, at least. Normal meals that weren’t—
The doors of the temple opened once again, and the cat walked in, this time with a candle in hand. He looked outside for a second and then back at the Lamb.
“What is it now?” The Lamb said, rather annoyed, standing up from the spot they had been meditating in.
Narinder’s eyes shifted between the door and the Lamb. He finally stepped away, opening the doors a little, as if to let someone in “I figured you’d like some company aside from me”
The Lamb was about to ask if he had gone mad when they saw three familiar faces walk in through the door. They froze. Halos that mirrored their own upon their heads, looking at the Lamb with wide eyes, almost as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
“Kids?” They asked softly, taking a small step towards the figures.
One of them–A deer–stepped forward, almost hesitantly. “Leader…? Is…is it really you?” The other two followed suit, looking at the Lamb expectantly.
“Yes–” The lamb chuckled “Yes, yes–! And–And you guys…you–Oh, come here–!” They opened their arms, the three disciples running towards them and wrapping their arms–and wings–around them, in a bone crushing hug. The Lamb laughed. The disciples laughed too. The god of death looked at them from the distance, a small smile appearing on his lips as well, which he forced down just as quickly.
“Look at you three! I almost didn’t recognize you!” The Lamb stepped back, their gaze moving from one disciple to another. “Pam–Oh, what happened to your beak?” They focused on one of them, a teal bird, worry appearing in their face.
The bird–Pam, simply laughed “Got it from a dissenter! He smashed a glass bottle hard into my beak! Certainly didn’t know who they were messing with!” She nudged the lemur, who also laughed. “Sylvie here punched him square in the face right afterwards! Knocked the poor bastard out!”
The lemur, Sylvie, blushed lightly upon the comment “Well–It was still Pam who dealt with him..”
“And then I had to come and fix the mess you were causing.” The deer popped in, a look of playful annoyance in his face. “Fancy me almost single-handedly keeping this cult from burning down for the last few years” He continued. Pam rolled her eyes.
“Oh yes Dipal, what would we do without you?”
“Paperwork. Loads of it.”
“Yuck, you’re right Syl. Seems like we’ll have to be stuck with him forever”
“HEY!”
The Lamb simply continued to laugh at the comments their disciples made. They sighed and patted their shoulders. “Alright, Alright, how about we take this back to my tent and you tell me all about the last couple years, hm?” The disciples looked back at them. “Unless my tent is already occupied?”
“It is not” Narinder popped in, leaning against a pillar. “It’s been left untouched since…since you last used it. Only the occasional offering left outside of it instead of the statue”
“Statue?” The Lamb muttered, a little confused.
“It was built after The One Who Waits was fred” Sylvie explained “A way to honor you. It is also where you were originally buried..”
“Original– What do you–?”
“Alright!! Let’s take it back to the tent! Oh! Surely, we should have some hot camellia tea left.” Pam interrupted, pushing Sylvie and the Lamb towards the entrance of the temple. Dipal followed along. One by one, they exited the temple, until only the Lamb and Narinder remained. The Lamb stopped for a second, hoof on the door.
They looked at him.
Really, really looked at him.
Red eyes met their own. Just as tired. The Lamb sighed. “Go get some rest. If not for your sake, then my own” Was all they said, exiting the temple and scooting towards where their disciples were.
“You won’t believe half the things that happened after you were gone. It’s crazy!”
“And the paperwork…Oh the paperwork…I haven’t gotten a day of proper sleep in years”
“Dippy, you’ve been complaining about that even before the Leader…uh…left”
“Because it’s true. You two lazy heads don’t even try to help me–”
“Calm down you three, I’m sure you all had loads of stuff to deal with…”
“...”
Narinder watched them go, exiting the temple, yet heading in a different direction than the one that led to his hut.
Maybe he’d pray a little tonight.
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[Comics offer a different perspective of certain events...]
damn i really wonder who is narrating huh.
Anyways OH BOY. WHAT AN UPDATE. What's to happen next? Will they get along? Will the Lamb attempt to murder Narinder? What's up with the disciples? And the crowns?!? Where are they?
With time, we shall know....And so concludes the second installment of the VTA au! Until next time :3
And then they kiss kiss fall in love
#vows to ash au#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#narilamb#true devotion#boy oh boy was this hell to work in.#nah jkjk it was awesome#cotl fanart#cotl comic#cotl au#cotl oc#not all updates will have comics btw. If they did it'd make my head explode
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A very spooky housekeeper
(I think that if the villagers get to have guns, so should Lucille and she’d use the FUCK out of it)
Lucille is a housekeeper at Castle Dimitrescu but she does a little more than just housekeeping. ‘Cleanup duty’ is what she calls it.
The cleanup duty in question:
She probably dismembers victims she’s dragged into the basement to be made into meals for the Dimitrescu’s because she just enjoys it— quiet time !!😌. She also likes to get some of the maids killed and used for experiments, just because it’s entertaining to her; she’s silly like that.
Real talk, though: Lucille is cold, cruel, and very manipulative; she lacks any sort of empathy and compassion for others and she uses them for her own personal gain/enjoyment. Just quirky !!
Side note; she has a gun because she uses it more in her original lore/my story, but I also imagine she shoots the samcǎ down from the rooftops when they’re just being annoying lol (cause they piss me tf off in the game). She’s a good markswoman, but in the re universe, she likes to use an axe (cause I think that would be neat and I wanna draw that)
#im gonna make a lore post at one point because i already have some stuff written down#I’m just shy about it👉👈#digital art#digital drawing#artists on tumblr#art#resident evil 8#resident evil oc#resident evil#resident evil village#re oc#re village oc#re village#my art#mya draws sometimes#mya’s silly characters#should I start tagging my characters by their names?? nah.
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doodling mochi outfit concepts again
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#tcwg#tmaomal#art#mochi#ocs#original#beta#outfits#cat bow....but better#actually positioned in way that makes it look like a cat bow#smad genshin thought of the cat bow too but they did it better by putting it in the back#anyway. i wanted to try doing that for mochi#part of me wants her to have a more stylized hat because so many witches in my head have cool unique hats#and hers is basic in most art i draw..#im returning again to (what would i do for her if she was not the mc)#oh yeah and thinking about putting a ``tail`` on her skirt#god she looks so cat-like now heuehueueeu#does that tail get in the way during fights??? nah it just whips around looking cool#i want so bad for mochi to grow into her own witch and find her style#im always so wishy washy bc her spiky hat is so og but a more stylized hat is what she would have...if she were not my mc
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