#the Bishops are hard to draw help

[justarandomlambblog]

I was possessed at 3 am

ignore the Lamb without horns it's 3 am-

[nikoco11]

too many dreams cut short 🍉

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life is tiring and hard, so please lets do what we can to take care of each other. RT, share, talk, draw, boycott - do whatever is accessible to you!

[stychu-stych]

Could we have some of your Lamb head canons please?

I'm going with my modern au because it's my little obsession right now sijssj

I'm cutting the post so it wouldn't be so long. The whole description is below

So the whole thing with Old Faith as the most powerful religion and Bishops is mostly the same like in the game. The world looks similar to our in 1700s, sheep was hunted down over the decades and Lambert was in the group of the last ones. That group was caught and killed, Lamb was lucky enough to be outside the camp at this time but they didn't enjoy their freedom for so long. As a single sheep it was hard to survive on their own

Lamb seeing their wife for the first time sjsbsjsh

Lamber was caught some time later by bounty hunters. However, an accident happened when Lamb tried to escape one night - there were shot in the stomach badly enough that further travel was impossible without them bleeding out. So since Lamb was going to die anyway, the bounty hunters figured out they'd at least bring Old Faith their head. They didn't wait for Lamb to bleed out first, so that death wasn't fast or easy.

First years as a cult leader weren't easy. Taking care of the flock, learning how to fight, figuring out how rituals work, it was a lot for young Death's vessel. Lamb couldn't get used to their new role for some time. But Ratau was a huge help, beloved rat-dad was as much supportive as he could

After their first century as cult leader, Lamb began to feel comfortable in their role, perhaps a little to much I would say. Their grow their wool and started to pay more attention to their appearance and to the things that brought them pleasure. They started to fully enjoy their immortal life, to be too self-confident focused too much on themselves. They liked being in the center of attention, with the flock fully devoted to them. They even started to add a new tattoo with every kill of a Bishop or their the most devoted followers (as a trophy)

Beginning of XX century, Lamb become TOWW's little killing machine, no fear of death or pain. Ready to die, just to stand up and go killing again. They were fully devoted to Narinder in the most toxic way, ready to do absolutely everything just to make their god satisfied. Lamb didn't even realize how obsessed they were with Narinder at that time

Modern times, with Narinder already indoctrinated into the cult. Lamb as a selfish, egocentric, ready to do everything to achieve their goals bastard. Still unhealthy devoted to Narinder but this time in a different way - on one hand madly in love with him, on the other hating him with all their heart because of he did to them. Either way both of those strong feelings keep them close to him

Jeez this post took me more time to write than to draw djdbdjdj I'm soooo bad at writing

[aveloka-draws]

I love your artstyle and the way you draw the bishops and other followers! What inspired you to go with your current artstyle? And how hard was it to figure it out?

Also what was your first impression of every bishop when you met them? How did you get into cult of the lamb?

Sorry if it's a lot of questions! I just love seeing your illustrations every time you post! Your comics and character interactions are really cool and interesting and I just want you to know that! Keep up the good work :]!!!

Awww thank you so much for sticking around through the cotl brain rot! It's only getting worse help me

Honestly no clue cause it started like this pfff lots of trial and error as with everything i guess

I first knew of cotl from the animations! and learning more about it during its development made me fall in love with the concept. When it finally came out i was so happy that it was as good as i was hoping n.n

[yelenasdiary]

HII!! I'm sending you back the request for the fic I had already sent, same words sorry lol

I know you have request open now so here I am!

hi nox!!!

yesterday i rewatched the amazing Spider-Man (first one) and i had a vision LMAO

spidergirl reader x yelena x kate

more specifically the scene where Peter enters Gwen's window with his entire chest cut and then Gwen takes care of him

could you do it again but with the 3 characters mentioned before?

Hot Coco for Your Pain?

Pairing: Bishlova x Spiderwoman! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You got hurt in a fight and turn to Kate & Yelena for help. 

Angst with Happy ending. 

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, weapons, daggers & violence. Brief moment of R being semi naked and Kate being a little bit of a flushed mess. | 1.4K

AC: Thank you for sending this. I took inspiration from the movie scene and played around with it a little. I hope you enjoy this! x 

New York City was lit up with all its beauty, the public completely unaware of the secrets the sewage held underneath them. The lizard had his grip on you, his claws so close to your face you could see every tiny detail they held, “you stopped me once” he growled, looking into your eyes covered by your mask. 

“You won’t stop me again” he continued. His claws piercing through the material of your suit that covered your body, “I’m getting stronger every day!” He went on, drawing his sharp claws across your chest, drawing blood.

Your camera flashed, catching the enemy off guard for a few very, very short seconds for you to clock him one to the jaw, causing you both to fall into the water. A hard kick to the Lizards face and you were free to swim to safety. Your injury throbbed with pain as you got yourself to a secure spot to check yourself. 

From what you could tell, the large marking wouldn’t need stitches to your relief, but you’d need to act fast to avoid infecting. You took a moment, sitting on the rooftop of a large building, your eyes scanning the city for an idea until your eyes landed on the area your friends lived in. That’s where you’d swing yourself too. Swinging through buildings with easy until you landed on Kate’s fire escape.

Through the window you saw Kate lying on the queen-sized bed, eyes glued to her phone while Yelena was sat at the desk sharpening her daggers. Neither one of the women had noticed you at the widow until you had tapped your forehead on the glass. Yelena looked over her shoulder and smiled softly, “come in!” You heard her voice behind the window, Kate looked up, placing her phone by her side when she noticed you. 

Doing your best to hide the pain you were in, you slid the window open as Kate sat up, “you know, I do have a front door, right? Why do you two feel the need to always come in through a window?” She said, teasingly. Yelena chuckled lightly, “maybe we don’t want to walk through the restaurant to get here”

You weakly laughed at the couples light bickering as you climbed through the window. “Hey! you love Herman's!” Kate argued as Yelena swung around on the chair. 

“Y/n!” She said in worry as you held yourself up, sitting on the countertop. Droplets of blood hit the floor, catching Kate’s eye as the two women rushed over to you. “What happened?” Kate asked, gently pulling you into her arms to keep you from falling. “You should see the other guy” you joked, sinking into Bishop’s arms.

“What on earth did you fight? A bald eagle?!” Yelena frowned as her eyes took in the open three cuts across your chest. Gently, her fingers touched the surrounding area of your wounds, checking to see how deep they were. 

“Try a giant mutant lizard” you answered as Kate kindly brushed the loose strains of hair from your face. “You’re lucky these are too deep” Yelena commented, “we’ll clean it and get you patched up. Then, you can tell us where to find this big foot lizard” she added, looking up at you. 

“I’ll make some coco!” Kate suggested, earning looks from both you and Yelena. “What? I thought it would be nice” she said, looking between you both. “Kate Bishop, please go get the first aid kid and some fresh towels” Yelena requested, lightly shaking her head at the archer. 

“Right! Good idea!” Kate smiled softly before helping you rest your back against the bedhead before rushing out of the room. 

“You’ve got a death wish bug-girl, I tell you that” Yelena commented. 

“Yeah…I probably shouldn’t have gone alone” you replied, the throbbing pain making you throw your head back slightly. “Here, lean forward, I’ll take this off” Yelena offered, needing better access to your wounds. 

Kate returned moments later with towels, the first aid kit and a large bowl of warm water. “Now do you want some coco?” She asked, “might take your mind off the pain” she added in hopes of convincing you. She never failed to make you smile in such moments. 

“If you don’t say yes, she’ll just keep asking. She wants to live in a chocolate house one day” Yelena said under her breath, helping you remove your sports bra. Kate’s blue eyes moved to the large cuts, the main middle cut started from your left shoulder and traveled to the swell of your right breast, the cut on the left of the main was a clean straight cut on your left breast that jumped to the bottom of your right. The third cut was the least of Yelena’s worries, a small cut on your right shoulder. 

“Yep, will definitely take your mind off the pain” Kate continued, trying her best to keep her eyes from dropping any further. Yelena looked at her over her shoulder, her eyes squinting slightly as she noticed Kate’s cheeks turning red. “Kate, go make the hot coco” she said, lightly shaking her head. 

“G-good idea!” She stuttered slightly, she always admired your frame and felt a little jealous that she couldn’t look that good. 

“Is she okay?” You asked, confused but the way she was acting. 

“She’s a hopeless lesbian, now this might sting” the blonde replied. 

You sat there in silence while Yelena cleaned the dried-up blood surrounding the area of your injuries, you focused on keeping your breathing steady at the stinging pain of the disinfectant soaked into your cuts. Kate returned moments later with a tray in her arms, three mugs steaming with hot cocoa balanced carefully as she placed the tray on the desk. 

“So, uh, you said this was a mutant lizard” Kate turned to you, handing you the hot mug of chocolate heaven. “Yep!” You smiled softly as a thank you. 

“You’re not being serious though, right? Because surely a giant mutant lizard would be all over the news by now” she added, taking a seat beside you. She could only offer conversation to distract you while Yelena tended to your wounds. 

“Well, not if it’s hiding in the sewage” you looked to the brunette and took a sip of your drink. 

“And how did you find this lizard?” Yelena asked.

“It’s a long story, but next time, I’ll be ready” 

“Yes! Because we’ll be there” Kate said almost too excited to go on a man hunt for a mutant in New York City. 

Yelena reached for a bandage, “Kate’s right. We’ll be there. Mutant lizards are not a one bug girl job” she inserted. 

“Deal” you replied knowing that trying to convince these two that you didn’t need their help was going to be an endless argument. Kate leaned forward with a sparkle in her eyes, “so, tell us everything! What did it look like? Was it green? Did it have like, a frill neck? Ooo, maybe it could breath fire!!! Was it a fire breathing lizard?”

Yelena rolled her eyes as she began to wrap the bandage around your chest, “Bishop this isn’t a fantasy novel” she commented. You managed a small smile through the throbbing pain, “well, it was definitely a lizard, and it was pretty big! It was scaly and green, but it didn’t breathe fire” you replied to Kate’s million and one questions. 

"Noted!" Kate said, pulling out her phone. "Okay, so green, scaly, big. Let's get some intel. We can start looking at the city's sewer maps, see if there’s anything unusual down there”

You nodded, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch. The adrenaline was finally starting to wear off, leaving you with exhaustion. “Thank you, both of you” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Get some rest” Yelena suggested, “Kate and I will be in the living room if you need anything” she added, jesting to Kate to leave the room with her. “Yeah! We’ll get a head start on trying to find the lizard” Kate replied. 

“No, Bishop, we’ll start that in the morning” Yelena slightly shook her head. 

You drifted off to sleep to the light sounds of the couple bickering, Kate excited to see the lizard in the flesh while Yelena shut down all the ridiculous theories Kate came up with. The thought that you had two friends who would drop everything to patch you up and hunt down a mutant lizard gave you an overwhelming sense of peace. You knew that the next time you faced that lizard, you'd be ready. Together.

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[wombatwisdom]

Great and Spacious

I

When I came out at work, I simply changed my pronouns in my email signature and on zoom. Immediately a co-worker reached out and asked if I changed my pronouns, and I said yes and she was excited for me.

Within two days others noticed too and the reaction was professional and compassionate--I felt seen, supported, and safe. My people manager and I met and we discussed the systems in place and the resources available, she didn't really understand what being trans or non-binary really was, but she knew what policies of inclusion had been put in place by corporate and in our local office to support me. She was open with me and always supportive--even after she left for other opportunities, we still stay in contact.

It was not perfect. Bathrooms were tricky, due to the lack of single occupancy options. Some if my co-workers still mis-gendered me. But I've had people apologize when they get it wrong and do better. And knowing I have the support of so many that I work with helps me navigate the small group of less agreeable co-workers (and to be clear, I've never had anyone aggressively disrespect me).

But the real proof in the pudding is how non-performative the support is. I am not the "token office trans", I am part of the team, fully integrated. My opinions and questions are considered and appreciated. People have told me they enjoy collaborating with me. In many ways, despite transitioning in plain sight, I have never felt that it was a source of burden or concern in my workplace.

II

When I came out at church, I wrote a letter. It was detailed and gruesome. It highlighted my disphoria, my anguish, my pain. I had seen the stories of other trans people crushed by the wheel of leadership roulette and knew I had to be clear and deliberate in my language. The letter was hard to write and hard to read, so I am told. I needed to focus the reader on my pain in attempt to appeal to their sympathy.

I sent the letter to my Bishop; I was Ward Clerk at the time. He was kind. He genuinely took my letter and read and thought and prayed. He prayed for two weeks, and I prepared for the worst. Obviously, the temple recommend would be gone, with it the calling. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too much blowback on my family.

Finally we met, and we spoke for hours. His position was that he didn't feel like this should matter--in his mind being non-binary was fine and I was still worthy of a temple recommend. He said he had read the handbook so many times (which at the time was pretty sparse on how to work with non-binary people, arguably it still is) and felt like he wasn't sure what to do. Due to his upbringing as a non-member he felt like he has known many queer people who were good and deserving of love and he wished the Church were different. He is one of the good ones, but even still, I was at his discretion and thankfully he was benevolent.

My Stake President needed a month with my letter. He has never known a trans person before me and admitted to being at a loss. He, too, prayed and read the handbook and also felt the same confusion my Bishop had expressed. We had only one meeting, where he said that my femme presentation was not in alignment with holding the priesthood and would not sign off on my recommend. He was kind, but firm and I was frank in return. I asked him to draw the boundaries and lines--could I speak in classes? Could I pray, if asked? What callings could I hold? Could I give talks? Bare my testimony? Wear garments? Take the sacrament?

I could tell he was uncomfortable with my questions, but I needed to know so that I could be safe. I let him decide, and he was generous, I could do all those things, just not hold a temple recommend and my calling.

My Bishop was upset at the news. We would meet more times and he would express his frustration at the outcome. I was released from my calling, which felt like a public shaming, and I wasn't ever asked to pray, or speak, or teach. My new calling was to prepare the weekly bulletin--and I did, and I made sure that all my quotes were from female leaders (a fact that no one ever noticed).

I was thanked profusely for showing up and staying. People were kind but uncertain and it showed. Some were kind in ways that felt unnatural and disingenuous. My Bishop often told me of the complaints he got for not being harsher with me. A couple told him they would no longer attend while I was permitted to come and take the Sacrament. Another man told him the I suck the spirit out of the room just by being there.

There were some who were angry for me and how things had unfolded. There were a mix of people with a mix of reactions. They had no guidance or support in how to integrate me into their community. I was at their mercy. I didn't feel empowered to participate, I felt like a problem needing to be dealt with.

III

I share these two experiences to highlight a disparity. My workplace experience has been smooth and a delight. Policies were in place to give direction and support to those who needed it and I was still treated as a respected member of my team. When I asked my team leaders if they wanted me to not interface with clients, they said if that ever was a problem to talk to them and they would handle it.

My experience at church was the opposite. It was grueling, exhausting, and soul crushing. I watched people struggle to know what to do with me. It was messy and frustrating.

In one of our many conversations, my Bishop mentioned that he has clients that he works with that use they/them pronouns and he tries to be inclusive. It made me realise that many of the people at church likely come from workplaces similar to mine that have policies, guidance and systems in place for trans clients and co-workers, so they know how to behave in the work place. But at church, it was everyone for themselves, and it was disappointing.

At church, a lot is said about the world, the great and spacious building, Babylon. We are told to fear it and to believe that the world is mocking us and trying to do harm. But I have seen a world that behaves with compassion, empathy, and love--one that I didn't have to fight for acceptance or give my agency and pain away to a man across the desk from me.

The great and spacious building has come up with a lot of the philosophies our Church has rejected and now is trying to catch up to. But it pains me when people say that the members and leaders don't know any better--because they need only look up and outward to find places of inclusion to model themselves after. My workplace did it, likely without God's inspiration, so why, with God does it take us so long?

There are places of refuge out here in the world--community is what you cultivate. Our leaders and members are not innocent lambs ignorant of what is around them--but there is a cultivated ignorance that permits them to wallow in the mire of their biases. I was there once too. It is comforting to never have to open your eyes or confront your ignorance--but the world can help us do it.

Perhaps the great and spacious building isn't the pejorative we make it out to be. Perhaps it is truly great and decidedly spacious enough to incorporate all of God's children. Perhaps not. I only have my experience--but I have seen both the world and the church in action, and I can say with confidence, which more readily offered me fruit to sustain life.

[untoldreader]

Shadows Of The Past

Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop x Fem Reader

Summary

Yelena and Kate's paths cross when they stumble upon a hidden secret from their shared past. As they delve into their histories, Y/N, a humble bakery owner, remains unaware of the dangerous forces converging around them

Warnings

None?

Chapter 1

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. It was early morning at my bakery, a small but beloved gem nestled in the heart of the city. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the display cases filled with pastries, cookies, and cakes. This was my sanctuary, where the chaos of the outside world faded away with each knead of dough.

As I pulled a tray of croissants from the oven, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change. It wasn’t just the usual morning jitters; it was a whisper of anticipation, a tingle of excitement that danced along my spine. I brushed my flour-dusted hands on my apron and stepped outside, taking a moment to breathe in the crisp morning air.

The streets were still quiet, save for the distant rumble of traffic and the occasional bird call. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, savoring the tranquility. That peace shattered, however, as the heavy rumble of a luxury car pulled up to the curb outside my bakery.

I opened my eyes just in time to see two striking women step out—Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop. Their presence alone drew attention, radiating an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore. I had heard whispers about them, the names exchanged in hushed tones at the local coffee shop. They were powerful figures in the city, known for their fierce loyalty and ruthless tactics in the mafia underworld.

I felt my heart race as they approached, a mix of intrigue and apprehension swirling inside me. What would two mafia bosses want with a simple bakery owner? I forced a smile, wiping my hands on my apron as I prepared to greet them.

“Welcome to my bakery! What can I get for you today?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Yelena’s piercing gaze met mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “We’re not here for pastries, sweet one,” she said, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying tension. “We have a proposition for you.”

Kate stepped forward, her demeanor more approachable, though no less commanding. “We’ve heard about your bakery. It’s… impressive,” she said, her smile warm but her eyes calculating. “But we need someone with your skills for something a little more… complicated.”

My mind raced as I processed their words. Complicated? What could they possibly want from me? I was just a baker, not someone who dabbled in their dangerous world. Yet there was a pull, an undeniable attraction to the thrill of what lay beyond the safe walls of my bakery.

“What kind of proposition?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Yelena exchanged a glance with Kate, a silent agreement passing between them. “There are forces at play in this city that threaten everything we’ve built,” she said, her tone serious. “We need someone who can help us navigate the… public face of our operations. Someone who can blend in.”

My heart raced. The idea of getting involved with them—of stepping into a world of shadows and intrigue—was both exhilarating and terrifying. I stood at the crossroads of my quiet life and the thrilling chaos they represented.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Kate leaned closer, her voice low and enticing. “We can offer you more than just a taste of adventure. There are benefits to working with us—protection, resources, and a deeper connection than you can imagine.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of their words settling over me like a heavy cloak. The bakery was my entire life, but the allure of the unknown was intoxicating. I could feel the tension in the air, a magnetic pull drawing me toward them.

“Let me think about it,” I finally said, though I knew deep down that I was already leaning toward the edge of a precipice. The shadows of the past were closing in, and I was about to take a leap into the world of Yelena and Kate—a world where love and loyalty danced dangerously close to betrayal.

As they exchanged knowing smiles, I sensed that this was just the beginning. The bakery that had been my refuge was now a gateway to something far more complex and captivating. And I was ready to explore every shadow that lay ahead.

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[hard-core-super-star]

cross that line again [Y.Belova + K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x kate bishop; yelena belova x yelena belova

summary: kate calls yelena for help fixing the mess she created. things don't exactly go to plan and the russian is forced to face some uncomfortable truths about her desires.

warnings: SMUT -> minors do not interact [selfcest; porn with little plot; character exploration in the midst of spicy stuff; yelena seduces herself; face sitting/cunilingus; fingering; yelena's in a bit of a domme mood; bishova is more than implied; did not proofread this enough

wordcount: 5k

a/n: a second commission has hit the blog! (yes, this is a smosh reference, shut up-) i was absolutely captivated by this idea the first time around and this second part did not disappoint. i don't write for yelena very often so getting to explore her character like this was super interesting for me. i think that's all i have to say, hope you enjoy and thanks for the support <3

[buy me a coffee]

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If two days ago you would have told Kate that she'd be waking up in the morning next to herself, she would have assumed you were playing a joke on her. Sure, she'd seen a lot of weird things ever since becoming an official Avenger but that was a bit much.

At least that's what she would have thought at any other time.

Today, though, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was herself. Looking at her with a smile brighter than the sun coming in through the windows.

"Hey, you."

She was still getting used to hearing her voice come from somewhere that wasn't her own mouth. It was strange but she found herself getting more and more used to the familiarity hidden inside those pale blue eyes.

Sure, they were the same person and all but that didn't stop her thoughts from wandering whenever they looked at each other too long. It'd been so long since she'd felt like this for anyone and she'd be an idiot to ignore her desires.

"Morning, sunshine," she replied. "Sleep well?"

"Hell yes." Somehow, the smile on her face grew wider. "I feel reborn."

"I don't think that's because of the sleep, though." The smirk on her face made the double meaning in her words more than clear.

Her other self laughed, her hand coming up to playfully punch her shoulder. "Shut up, jerk."

"Jerk? That's not what you were calling me last night."

She was sure she'd never seen someone blush so hard so far. It was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen and she filed away the new discovery for later.

"Oh my god, shut up!"

"Make me." Her hands gripped the brunette's hips and she pulled her closer, laughing at the way she instantly tried to hide her flustered face in her neck.

"You're the worst."

She could hear the smile in her words and in turn, she snuck her hands under her shirt, drawing random shapes just to hear her gasp. "You're such a crybaby, Kate."

"Stop talking," she grumbled, getting her revenge by attaching her lips to a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

Kate let out a soft gasp of her own at the feeling and she took advantage of the moment to dig her nails into the brunette's skin.

They spent most of the morning like this, riling each other up until the teasing grew to be too much to bear and they ended up tangled in each other. Over and over and over again.

Guess they really did sleep better than they had in months considering how much energy they had.

It took a long time, and more than a few orgasms, before they were able to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get up from her bed. It took all her self-restraint to not follow past Kate into the bathroom after she announced she was going to shower. She really really wanted to but she held back in order to call Yelena and briefly update her on what had happened.

Needless to say, the Russian didn't believe a single word she said and accused Kate of taking one too many edibles. Instead of arguing more ("That was one time, 'Lena!"), she simply told the blonde to come over and help them figure out what to do next.

She did sort of leave out the part about her and her other self being…more than friendly with each other but they'd cross that bridge when they got there.

A bridge that got way too close way too fast.

It wasn't like she wanted Yelena to walk in on them in the middle of an unplanned make-out session. But of course, the Russian decided to let herself into the apartment, without making any noise because she's "far more talented than that", and caught them in quite a…compromising position.

In her defense, it was hard to concentrate on making breakfast for them when the other brunette was wrapping her arms around her and kissing her neck. They were lucky she did it before she turned the stove on.

That did mean she ended up getting turned around and pressed up against the fridge but she didn't really mind.

At least, until Yelena coughed loudly and broke them out of their lust-filled bubble.

"Shit!" They exclaimed as they broke apart, their faces wearing matching blushes.

"You…you were not lying." She was sure she'd never seen Yelena look so genuinely shocked before. "There are two of you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Kate said with an affectionate eye roll. "Tell me something I don't know."

"First, you have to tell me how this happened."

The Kate's shared a quick glance, the softness in their eyes directed toward the blonde and the way certain phrases still flew over her head. It was incredibly endearing but they'd never tell her that (mainly because she would instantly kill them afterward).

Despite the incredibility of their situation, they told Yelena everything that happened. Well, almost everything. They told her about the witch coven and the weird spell and the time travel but not about their hookup. Maybe it was silly considering she'd seen them making out and all but they still decided against it.

It would have all been fine if the blonde hadn't noticed something while they were in the middle of planning their move against the coven.

"Bishop," she said, her eyes trained on the side of Kate's neck. "What is that?"

"What's what?" Kate responded as her hand instinctively came up to cover her neck like she was a teenager sneaking around her mom's back again.

One simple look from the blonde had her wishing she didn't try to hide the truth from her. Damn Yelena and her scary assassin glare.

"Do not play dumb with me." Her tone left no room for sarcastic responses or stupid jokes.

"It's a, uh…a hickey," she mumbled, her eyes shifting from Yelena to her alternate.

They shared a long look, although the other brunette looked far too amused for her liking, and completely missed the shock that covered the Russian's face. Shock that was mixed with a bit of curiosity…and a lot of confusion.

"How does that even work?"

Past Kate jumped at the opportunity to answer far too quick for her to stop her from talking. "Well, when two people like each other very much-"

"Shut up!" She smacked the other brunette's shoulder right as she erupted into laughter. Of course, only she could find embarrassing her funny.

Yelena let out a long sigh at their antics. "That is not what I meant, Kate Bishop."

The disappointment in her voice made Kate laugh too and it helped reassure her that at the very least, she didn't think there was something wrong with them for being with each other in such an intimate way.

She most certainly thought it was weird but she couldn't blame her for that when even they thought it was weird. But good. Very good considering the way past Kate moaned their name all night.

It was incredibly hard for both of them to focus after that, especially since they could now be as affectionate as they wanted without feeling awkward about it. Kate had always dreamed about having a partner who allowed her to be touchy and borderline clingy without getting annoyed with her. She just never dreamed about said partner being herself.

It made more sense than she'd like but she wasn't about to complain. Not when the other archer knew exactly what she liked, how she liked it, and how often she needed it.

She could definitely get used to this.

Yelena, on the other hand, did not want to get used to this. To the way the Kates clung to each other, whispering snarky little comments to each other and and making each other giggle nonstop.

It wasn't like she was jealous or anything, she was simply annoyed that it took them an extra hour to come up with a plan since the handsy brunettes kept getting distracted by each other. It also didn't help that Kate was the only one out of them who had actually been inside the coven's meeting place and she couldn't focus for more than a minute at a time.

She was used to her short attention span but this was getting ridiculous.

It didn't help that there were two of them and she was the only one genuinely trying to solve their problems. Problems that would have been avoided had Kate actually listened to her for once and avoided interacting with their target.

She wished she could be mad but, sadly, the archer was too endearing for her to be genuinely upset at her. (She could practically hear Natasha making fun of her for being such a "softie" after all.)

Thankfully, they managed to somehow come up with a plan that didn't totally sound like a failure and didn't include them crashing through the ceiling of the hideout.

That being said, she still thought it was a shitty plan. Especially since it relied on Kate not getting distracted by her affectionate alternate.

She decided not arguing was the best course of action and before she knew it, she was getting dragged along by two overconfident archers. There was no rush but neither of them listened to her (what a surprise) and insisted they put their plan in action sooner rather than later.

Her initial complaints about bringing no supplies with her were instantly silenced by "future" Kate who reminded her of all the things she'd stored in the spare bedroom. Maybe storing some of her weapons and vests at the archer's apartment hadn't been the worst idea in the world.

And no, she wasn't just saying that because it made the brunette smile when she admitted she had been right.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Kate was worse than a broken clock and she could only be right once a day. She wasn't sure why she still blindly trusted her when it was clear she was the worst strategist she'd ever met.

That being said, the archer did technically manage to get them inside the building without much hassle. It was what happened afterward that solidified how little she should trust her from now on.

When Kate told her what had happened when she faced the coven the first time, she conviniently forgot to mention the part where they were looking for Yelena. And now the archer had brought her right to the witches doorstep.

"I have to give it to you, Ms. Bishop," the so-called leader said. "You have a way of making my job way easier."

She cursed under her breath, her annoyance growing as two pairs of slightly panicked blue eyes found each other.

They had done everything right, or at least they thought they had. They'd even listened to Clint's usual advice! They watched from afar, cut the lights and caused a distraction to make sure the leader was left by herself. The plan couldn't have been more badass than that!

And yet here they all were.

"What? Not even two of you can come up with something to say?"

"Only I can make fun of them," Yelena said, her hand already reaching for her knife. "And you are not as smart as you think you are."

"Bold words coming from exactly the person I was looking for."

"There is one thing you clearly do not know about me," the Russian said as she pulled out her knife, her feet carrying her closer to the woman. "I do not waste time chit-chatting."

Kate grimaced while she watched her do the one thing she told her not to do: rush at her enemy. She shouldn't have been surprised, though. When did she actually listen to her?

Both archers did what they could to back Yelena up but what happened next was inevitable.

One second, Yelena was right in front of her, knife in hand as she charged at the coven leader.

Then, she blinked.

And the blonde was gone.

Thankfully, the other archer managed to tackle the witch as Kate stared dumbfounded at the spot where the Russian had just been.

It took her a few seconds to realize what her sudden disappearance meant.

Yelena had been sent back in time.

Shit.

The Russian was going to kill her for sure. * * *

There weren't many things Yelena was sure of but she was sure Kate Bishop was going to be the death of her.

Not because she made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling or because she somehow always came up with the weirdest mission plans. No, she was going to be death of her because she got her sent back in time by a fucking witch coven.

What had her life turned into?

Maybe she would have been more on edge about the whole thing if she hadn't been forced to listen to not one, but two Kate's explain how she'd been sent back in time and found some sense of peace in herself.

As weird, and annoying, as their obvious feelings for each other were, it made her feel a bit better about the whole thing. At least she wouldn't be alone…although she was doubtful her other self would be as excited to spend time with herself as the archer had been.

She tried not to think about it too much, there was no use worrying about how she was going to explain this situation to her past self. All she could do was hope she wouldn't have to fight herself. There was no telling how long that could last.

The walk to her homebase was longer than she would have liked but eventually, she arrived and went through the long process of getting inside. Everyone thought she was a touch too paranoid but she'd rather be safe than sorry. Plus, Kate had offered to "buff up" her home security for free and she couldn't find it in herself to refuse.

That's how she ended up with a ridiculous amount of locks and a high-tech digital identity verification system. It was pretty cool in her eyes, even if it made getting pizza deliveries a pain in the ass.

She made her way through her front door, doing her best to not alert her alternate self of her presence. Sneaking up on her would surely be a bad idea but she also didn't want to burst in and risk getting attacked.

She found her past self in the kitchen and loudly coughed to get her attention.

The blonde instantly looked up, her eyes widening slightly once she saw her.

"Who are you?" Her past self asked, her hand already reaching for the knife tucked into her belt. "How did you get in?"

"I'm you, idiot," she replied, unable to stop her eyes from rolling. She understood her other self's apprehension, she would be reacting the same way had she not spent far too long in the company of one too many Kate's. "I have security access."

"That is impossible."

She suddenly understood what Kate meant when she said she often had "dry and obvious" responses. She still didn't understand why the brunette liked it so much, though. It was definitely annoying.

"If it was, I wouldn't be here right now," she replied just as drily.

Somehow, her response seemed to make sense to the Russian. A beat of silence passed before she nodded in what seemed to be approval. "Good point."

"That…that is it?" She asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "That is all it took for you to believe me?"

"Would you like me to fight you? Because honestly, I am still sore from my morning workout."

They locked eyes for a second before bursting into laughter. It was so weird but it felt right, somehow. She didn't have to guess or walk around eggshells, they both managed to understand each other in seconds without even using words.

Shit.

She was starting to think like Kate Bishop.

It seemed borderline impossible but maybe…Kate had a point. Maybe no one could make her feel as seen and understood as herself.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with wanting to explore a connection that deep.

"So, how did you get here, anyway?" Her past self asked once their giggles had died down. "I am assuming a mission went wrong?"

"You have no idea how wrong," she replied with an eyeroll. "I'm never trusting Kate Bishop's plans again."

"Why am I not surprised Kate is involved?" The amusement in her tone was difficult to hide. "Maybe we should go to her apartment and talk to her."

Her mind instantly filled with thoughts she didn't want to have. Thoughts filled of the activities both Kates were currently involved in…and the hickies that would be left behind. "I do not think she'd enjoy the…interruption."

"What are you talking about?"

"She is…enjoying some quality time with herself."

"What do you-" Past Yelena's face twisted into a mixture of surprise and confusion as the realization hit her. "You cannot be serious."

It was strange but she found herself growing somewhat defensive over the archers. She swore it wasn't because she approved of what they were doing or anything. It was simply because she saw how happy Kate looked with her other self. As much as it pained her to admit, she'd never seen her look like that before.

"I am," she replied, doing her best to keep her voice level. "Is that a problem?"

It was almost comical how quick she was to fluster. No one was ever able to make her blush and she felt a little proud of herself for achieving it so quickly.

"What Kate Bishop does in her free time is none of my business."

She couldn't stop herself from laughing. Her words would have been believable if they weren't the same person. Unfortunately for her past self, she knew the truth hidden beneath the surface.

The secrets she'd never tell another soul…except herself.

"So…you do not mind, then?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "It is not weird?"

They were the same person, she knew that, but she also knew what she would have said 24 hours ago. It wasn't like she was thinking of doing anything with her past self but…maybe she wanted to know she could.

"It's not the weirdest thing I've heard about Kate Bishop," the blonde said with a shrug. "I do not think it's for me, though."

Yelena should have let the conversation die there. It would have been easy to simply shut up and do something else. Talk about anything else. And yet she couldn't let it go.

She couldn't stop herself from asking the one question that had been on her mind since she'd walked in on both Kates making out.

"You are not even a little curious?" Her feet carried her across the kitchen floor without her even thinking until she was standing right in front of her past self.

She expected the blonde to shrug and step back from her. Maybe throw a warning her way and move on. But after all, they were the same person and the same things made them tick.

They shared the same, unspoken, fantasies and she knew exactly what to do. Where to look, where to linger with a soft touch.

She almost couldn't believe she was doing this but then again, she'd spent the past day more than a little frustrated. Haunted by ridiculously bad ideas featuring two pairs of identical blue eyes. Who better to give her some relief than herself?

"Curious about what?" Her alternate tried to appear unaffected but she knew herself better than that. She caught the clench in her jaw and her distracted eyes. "We are the same, your body is my body."

"That may be true…" She trailed off, her hand trailing down her arm. "But it will not feel the same."

The blonde rolled her eyes in response but she didn't push her off. She didn't seem to fully agree with her thoughts and yet she wasn't doing anything to stop her.

Yelena smelled a challenge and she wasn't about to back down without a fight.

Her hands found their way onto past Yelena's waist, slowly slipping under the hem of her muscle tank and tracing her stomach. The shiver her actions drew from her made her smirk and she couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself.

"This is wrong, you know that?"

The question made her chuckle. All it did was make her more emboldened, rather than embarrassed. Compared to all of the horrible things she'd ever done in her life, this felt like a walk in the park.

This was her choice.

And after years of feeling like she had no choice but to do what someone else wanted her to do, this moment bordered on therapeutic. Not to mention, ridiculously arousing.

"I don't know, you seem to be enjoying it a lot." She emphasized her point by gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it off in one quick move.

"Fuck off."

She opened her mouth to tease her again but her other self didn't let her get very far. The blonde gripped her arms in a tight hold and moved her back until they made it to the living room.

A part of her wanted to fight back but she was a little too intrigued to stop her.

She allowed her to push her down onto the couch, taking a seat and subconsciously spreading her legs.

"Do not get any ideas," her past self said as she dropped to her knees in front of her. "I am just doing this to shut you up."

"If you say so." The amusement in her voice was more than clear.

It took the other blonde almost no time to reach out and start taking off her vest. Her fingers worked fast to undo the straps and push the garment off her shoulders.

With the vest out of the way, she was able to remove her tight compression shirt but not before very clearly admiring the way the fabric hugged her breasts. It momentarily reminded her of Kate which only served to remind her how desperate she was for relief.

"I think you are the one that's enjoying this a lot," past Yelena murmured, groping and squeezing her breasts through her top.

"Well, it was my idea," she replied as she arched her back into her touch.

The blonde hummed in response, her eyes darkening slightly despite how unaffected she claimed to be. "Naughty girl."

"Careful, I'm the one in charge here."

Her words were met with an eye roll and a pair of impatient hands that continued undressing her. Neither of them were complaining, though, so she allowed her shirt and bra to be removed in one quick move.

The cold air of the room caused her slightly hard nipples to fully harden and she could see her other self's restraint slipping in real time. That was all it took for her to move.

She reached for the blonde's hands and did her best to not smirk when she felt how tense she got as she pulled her hands toward her breasts. "What is the problem? Scared you'll like it?"

"You need to stop talking," she grumbled.

Despite her feigned annoyance, she fulfilled Yelena's unspoken order. They both shivered the second her hands wrapped around her breasts, her thumbs instantly rubbing over her nipples.

The moan that left her lips came out more like a growl, her nails digging into the other blonde's wrists. "And you need to start behaving."

Her words were met with a low chuckle. "Is that what you want? Did you run out of people to order around or something?"

She couldn't help but find her defiance attractive. She knew the reasons for it, the fire that burned underneath the surface, hot enough to burn anyone who dared get too close. But she wasn't just "anyone".

She pulled her past self closer until their faces were inches apart, her alternate's arms almost fully wrapped around her neck. Her words were a mere whisper as she spoke. "Maybe I just know you'll be far more obedient than anyone else."

If looks could kill, she'd be six feet under right now. "You are wrong."

"Then why are you on your knees for me?"

It was subtle but the fire in the blonde's eyes changed. The traces of defiance were still there and yet there was no denying the desire that was slowly starting to overtake the green in her eyes. She was sure she'd never seen a more captivating sight.

She waited for the snarky reply that was surely about to fly out of past Yelena's mouth but it never came. Instead, she was met with a smirk before she crashed her lips against hers.

The kiss felt wrong in all the best ways. It was messy and rough and far more passionate than anything she had shared with her recent flings. They had all been stupid moments of weakness meant to distract her from her unprofessional thoughts about a certain archer.

This was different, though.

It bordered on forbidden and yet that made it all the more exciting. Something the other blonde was feeling too given the way she was attempting to straddle her leg.

She wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted yet. She had a much better idea.

"Lay down, detka." The roughness of her voice contrasted perfectly with the softness of her fingers as she caressed the side of the blonde's face. "And do not make me repeat myself."

Past Yelena huffed but she obeyed her perfectly just like she had expected. With her obedience came the rush of power that turned her on like nothing else.

It took her no time at all to discard the few articles of clothing left on her body, doing her best not to laugh at how desperate her alternate looked. The way her eyes trailed over every inch of revealed skin did little to soothe the throbbing between her legs.

Her intentions were more than clear once she sank down right above the other blonde's face. She briefly considering ordering her to keep her hands to herself but the way she instantly gripped onto her thighs to pull her down was far too arousing to tell her to stop.

A sharp gasp left her lips as she felt her mouth make contact with her soaked cunt. She hadn't even realized how wet she'd gotten from just a few touched. She'd be embarrassed if she wasn't so sure the other woman was on the same boat.

"There you go," she murmured as her hands landed on her other self's chest for stability. The action made her have to lean forward and she relished the strangled moan her movements earned her.

She ground her hips against the blonde's face, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of her desperate licks against her clit. "Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?"

She expected to hear a complaint but it didn't come. That didn't mean her other self didn't express her dislike for being ordered around in a different way, though. It's how she ended up with her lips fully wrapped around her sensitive clit and two fingers teasingly poking at her entrance.

The urge to ask for more was strong despite her desire to stay in control. It wasn't her fault considering her pleasure wasn't exactly in her hands. It was in the hands of her alternate self who was having too much fun being a brat and pushing her buttons.

Thankfully, it seemed like all she wanted was to hear her moans turn slightly whinier. Once she got what she wanted, she sunk her fingers into her pussy and doubled her efforts in an attempt to make her completely fall apart.

"Fucking hell-" She gasped, unable to stop her hips from chasing after her fingers every time she pulled out. "Don't fucking stop."

"Or what?" Her other self muttered.

A part of her wanted to tell her off for stopping to talk but the vibrations felt incredible.

"I'll tie you up and leave you there all day." It was, admittedly, a shitty threat but it wasn't like her brain was currently working at full capacity.

"You think I will not like that?" Her fingers sped up once more, curling just enough to bring her closer to the edge with each thrust.

"I don't think you want to find out, oh-"

The rest of her words died in her throat as she started to suck on her clit again, her tongue drawing rapid circles against the swollen bud.

"Just like that- Fuck!"

Her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her hips shook almost uncontrollably as she continued to grind against the other blonde, the feeling of her nails digging into her skin only adding to the pleasurable sensations currently overwhelming her body.

For someone so obsessed with being in control and having the upper hand at all times, this moment felt freeing rather than uncomfortable. It felt far better than anything she'd experienced before and a realization hit her as she rolled off of herself before she took advantage of her blissed out state.

"Motherfucker," she mumbled with a laugh.

"What?" Her other self asked, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Kate Bishop was right."

They shared a look before erupting into a fit of giggles, both of them far too breathless to actually laugh.

"We are never telling her that."

"I agree," she replied as her smile turned into a smirk. "But for now, I think someone deserves a reward."

Even if they didn't tell her, she'd be able to notice the peculiar marks that covered their necks and the obvious blush on their cheeks whenever they made eye contact.

Who could blame them, though? After all, Kate had been the one to put the idea of spending quality time with herself in their head in the first place.

[ghostiguro]

shamwow ref sheet, finally!!!!! :D

figuring out how to draw them was tough, still ironing out their design a bit, but overall i'm happy with how it looks. :3

you know what time it is-- ramble that no one asked for, aw yeahhh.

firstly, when designing them i for sure knew i wanted their design to be fuzzy & inspired by a tarantula; i know they're supposed to be a jumping spider but.. don't care, fuzzy spider supremacy. also tarantulas have weirdly adorable paws?? i love it.

their eye colour is supposed to be somewhere between red & violet; they look a bit more pink than i intended, so i'll probably adjust that as time goes by.

final thing i wanna add about their design specifically; because they are the eldest sibling, & it's insinuated that they absolutely merced all the other gods, i wanted their design to stand out more & be a little more fancy to show their status. i want to eventually add more details cuz i feel like i could make it look way cooler, but this is good for now. :3

it's made clear in the game that the bishops relied on the crowns to work around their disabilities, so when shamura is indoctrinated into the cult, they struggle a LOT with their head injury. their symptoms including, but not limited to; memory loss, poor facial recognition, visual trouble, brain fog, migraines, loss of fine motor skills, lack of balance & coordination, vertigo, struggles with vocabulary (stutters, can't find words, or sometimes makes up their own words), they often repeat things that don't really have much meaning, hand tremors, hallucinations, etc. they start out really bad, & their injury would be far worse if it weren't for the fact that they're a god & the crown prevented the injury from being as bad as it could have been. their siblings are all very patient with them, & the lamb assigns them a buddy as they begin to recover & are able to move around the cult grounds more. they eventually get to a point where they're able to function, still with moderate memory loss & brain fog, as well as migraines & hand tremors, but it takes them a *long* time to get to that point.

in their free time, they used to enjoy sewing & reading, but due to their injury, they struggle a lot with it which frustrates them to no end. they later get glasses to help with their vision so they can read, & learn how to knit & crochet, as sewing is a bit hard when your hands are constantly shaking & you're holding a tiny needle & thread.

later on in their recovery, they start helping out around the cult, doing a little bit of everything; they help the lamb with everyday duties when they can, usually small errands like delivering & retrieving items (they write them a little note in case they get lost along the way; shamura holds onto many of these notes, & have a basket in their room filled with notes they've collected over time); they help leshy in the farm/garden, heket in the kitchen when she's chefing it up, & kallamar in the healing bay, & occasionally keeps him company while he paints or crafts things. eventually, shamura & narinder are able to repair their relationship-- i haven't figured out what exactly narinder's tasks & hobbies are yet but they would keep him company & help when they can, too.

ok this is getting long so i'm gonna leave it here for now. :3

now i just have to finish the lamb & goat, & then all the rest of the characters & cult members... hoo boy.

[foxritz]

Adhd has been hitting hard and I can't focus long enough or pick where to go with my au next since everything feels all over the place at the same time.

I'm enjoying my Lamb and Leshy random interactions but I want to give them a bit more of structure. I want to draw Lamb and Narinder because I've written several notes on how their dynamic works and it's so fun for me. I want to add more of the other bishops but I've been adding them as I get them in game and I haven't had time to play. I want to draw more NPCs I like and that I have barely seen anything around in the fandom. Sometimes asks help me give my work into focus but I haven't gotten any although I am eating up all the nice tags about my big Leshy design.

Anyway that's been going, head full of bees, struggling to focus.

I don't really have a way of drawing myself yet so this is a placeholder for the meantime.

[bloos-bloo]

Ykw? I like you :D

Gijinkas your bishops

Jk- I wanted another excuse to give out more headcanons I had for them. They look a bit lazy cause my hand is going nuts :’D it hurts-

I’m gonna add a few more that didn’t fit plus add a bit as to their inspirations!

Leshy’s a bit sad, but that’s what happens when your brother tries to kill you young. I like to think that he doesn’t want anyone to figure out he’s a Bishop, so he dresses similarly to his followers to confuse newcomers who may try to kill him. Leshy reminds me of Fallout, so yeah, it made sense in my head. He doesn’t cover his eyes in Darkwood since it blows his cover, he does around family and when he’s indoctrinated.

I use markings a lot with my ocs to portray status. She has different markings compared to her followers so others would know she’s in charge. In the early days, she did used to sing in her temple’s pub :) it was fun for her. I like to think that Anura is colder so she would dress in layers. My Sozo design also shows this! His tribe was originally in Anura and they were once followers of Heket before it was raided. Funny enough- I based her outfit on the water tribe in Avatar- but she looks like the fire nation- ha-

Kallamar tried his best to help with Leshy- but his fear of water made it hard. They tried not taking it personally, but it hurt :( Leshy used to love being in Anchordeep to see the gemstones. Kal restored to covering Silk Cradle’s ceiling with the stones, and when Leshy took Darkwood, he covered his temple in green stones. Kallamar loves beauty- similar to pink diamond in Steven Universe- but more fucked? All his followers are dressed in jewels and the finest clothes that the tailors make. (Wings of fire fans- book 12 with jewel hive? Like that- exactly like that)

Shamura wears a veil because of their eyes, they’re always diluted. It helps them with their sensitivity to the light. But when they’re not lucid- they use to out of shame. Ever since the betrayal, their followers never seen a clear view of their face. They’re responsible for Narinder’s actions and causing Leshy’s trauma. Their blood was what caused it in the first place :( The similarities to Shamura with the Pale King is insane though. Their followers are devoted to someone who is a shell of who they once were. All their followers wear dark clothes to help with their sensitivity and veils to avoid eye contact. It makes sense in my head-

Sorry for the long ramble :D but I wanted to ramble and draw gijinkas

[alexanderflowerbird]

I’m opening commissions again yippee! This time I’m looking to gather some coin so I can start paying Harrow and I’s editor; we’re wanting to get The Bishop of Black spruced up so we can start sharing it publicly! I’m so excited about this, but we must pay the people who help us create the work we love, so I hope you’ll commission me! Here’s the deets

I’m looking to do full color square profile portraits of your OCs! They’re $50 USD each and I have twelve slots open! I’ll update this post as slots are filled and as more open. I’m happy to do couple/paired profiles too so if you want that hit me up! Some stipulations:

-No Fanart, I like drawing ocs, I wanna see your ocs!

-Robotic/Mechanical ocs are fine, but come ready with references

-No Furries [nothing against them love furries I just can’t draw them lol] if your character is anthro/has some animal features that’s fine though!

- If you have reference images, please include them when you reach out!

-Payment can be sent through PayPal or Cashapp

-All requests should be made via email: rosieartsie16@gmail.com

-Two week turn over times at MAX, I’m fast and I will send you a sketch before I start coloring for approval. The only reason the wait time will be extended is if I some how magically have all 12 of these slots filled at once, in which case I will keep open communication with you about your commission with frequent updates.

-If you want an image with two characters in it, it will be an additional $25 USD.

-I require half payment to begin, half once the sketch is approved.

Please share this and tell your friends! Those of you that have followed me for a while know how hard Harrow and I have worked on TBOB for the last two years, being in the editing phase of our first draft is so exciting and the sooner we can pay our beloved editor, the sooner we can start sharing the story outside of Patreon! So please pass this on, thank you for your support, and I can’t wait to draw your wonderful characters!

[bullet-prooflove]

Gingerbread: Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Baking!

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Following on from The Wall Series:

When Bishop gets home that night it’s to the scent of freshly baked gingerbread. He toes off his boots, setting them down alongside your shoes before he follows his nose to the open plan kitchen.

Before you he’d forgotten what it was like to come home to someone else, to feel a welcoming presence instead of stepping into that crushing silence. One of the reasons he likes living with you is because your house feels like a home, not just a place to lay your head.

When he steps into the kitchen, it feels like he’s walked into Santa’s bakery. There’s gingerbread men on cooling on every single surface. You’re standing with your back to him, an apron tied over your clothes.

“Are these all for the kid’s hampers?” He asks you picking up one of the gingerbread folk and taking a bite of it’s leg. It’s the perfect blend of warm spiciness and dark sweetness, melting in his mouth as he chews the other leg. “These are phenomenal Mi Cielo.”

Every year you put together holiday hampers for families in the community who can’t afford to give their children the Christmas they deserve. You collect donations, wrap gifts, bake cookies, pack treats and then the week before Christmas deliver them to the families in Santo Padre who need them the most. You’re running late this year, you had told him a couple of days ago. You were still recovering from your injury a couple of months ago, trying to juggle the community centre and the underground network at the same time.

The club had stepped in to try and take some of the weight off. Riz was managing all of the programs at the community centre with support from Gilly, whilst Coco had taken over the underground network, working with Nestor and Rosa.

It was hard for you to relinquish that burden, to admit that right now you were stretching yourself too thin, but Stitches had helped to convince you, to take a breath and pause. You’d thrown yourself into the hampers with the same ferocity you did everything else. The lounge was full of donations to be wrapped, which was meant to be Bishop’s first task after dinner. However, looking at the state of the kitchen, he’s just decided the two of you are going to order in.

Bishop’s already devoured the majority of the gingerbread person by the time he realises you haven’t responded to his question. His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he approaches you, it’s then that he realises your shoulders are quivering. At first, he thinks you’re upset about the gingerbread.

“Carmen, I’m sorry.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon the curve of your shoulder, his thumb ghosting over the nape of your neck. “I’ll make more, I’ll…”

“It’s not the gingerbread.” You say turning to face, using the back of your right hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “It’s my fucking arm.”

His gaze strays to your left arm, it hangs by your side. He watches as you try to clench your fist, but you can only close your fingers down to the pads of your palm.

“I’ve got a million of these hampers to do and I can’t even ice the gingerbread people.” You tell him, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’m never going to get them out on time.”

Bishop sees this for what it is. You’ve pushed yourself too hard today, you’re overwrought and exhausted.

“Come ‘ere.” He murmurs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.  His lips brush over your hairline as you bury your face into the hollow of his throat. “I’ll take care of it, Mi Cielo, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure they get done in time.”

***

Bishop phones in reinforcements. When he puts the call out, he doesn’t expect the majority of the MC to descend upon the house with their partners in tow. He should have done this initially he realises but he’d been too caught up with trying to sort out this thing with the pipeline. Next year he thinks, next year he’ll be better prepared.

EZ and Jo are stuck at the bar, Taza’s up in Yuma trying to persuade Canche to accept Bishop’s terms on the pipeline deal. He’s proposed a buyout, for a lump sum, he’ll give them fifty percent of the pipeline. It fills Santo Padre’s coffers, keeping them flush while their other legitimate enterprises grow. Lila’s decided to entirely legit in the wake of Valeria, which means she needs a security crew to move both her kush and her cash. Angel, Neron and Hank supervise her runs, which has proved increasingly lucrative for the club over the past few months.

Between themselves they establish a production line, it reminds Bishop of the days they used to transport heroin for the Galindos. He divides them into teams, he has Neron, Nina and Nestor working on the gingerbread folk. Bottles, Gilly and Ginny are putting the food hampers together while Angel, Lila and Coco are on wrapping, Stitches and Songbird put on the finishing touches. Coco and Riz put together the gift bags and baskets, marking each one off on the checklist. You’re on the couch cradling Valeria with your good arm, a cushion propped under it as you give the baby eskimo kisses.

He'd asked Angel to bring the infant with them, he knew if there was anyone that could get you out of your own head, it would be that baby. He wonders if that’s something you’d want in the future, a child of your own. The two of you have never talked about it but seeing you with Valeria makes him think about it. Noone can ever replace Aiden; his dark eyed little boy will always hold that place in his heart but maybe one day it’ll be something to consider.

He sits down on the couch beside you, planting a tender kiss on Valeria’s forehead before he picks up the green glitter pen and the Santa themed note paper.

“So…” He says as crosses one leg over the others. “What exactly is a letter from Santa supposed to say?”

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[poppy-purpura]

How! Is! Your! Artstyle! So adorable and! PRECIOUS!!

Also, hi, big fan of your art pieces, mostly in the COTL fandom. Are there any of the AUs you're still interested in drawing? How does the COTL Marriage one goes and ends? Also how did the Lamb and Narinder even get married when one is bound in the in-between Afterlife?

Have a good month! Sleep early, drink water regularly.

Ohh Thank you so much for kindness! :) Hello!

Well, I love my AUs, but I have no so much ideas to draw, also the lack of needed skills exists. I feel very unsure to draw anthro and such things :") Also it is really hard to draw something for myself. The truth is, I'm not a fan of myself...

Are you talking about fairy tale AU?

The situation there was like this: bishops imprisoned Narinder in his Purgatory and drained all the ichor from him, but, to tell the truth, they did not want such a fate for him. Shamura offered a deal according to which Narinder would be released if he married someone and through a bloody ritual transferred half of his divinity to someone else (he stubbornly refused for a long time, but eventually agreed to it, because it was exhausting to exist forever in nowhere).

Bishops then planned to kill his "bride" if she did not die herself due to gaining "divinity", and allow Narinder to live a mortal life in an immortal body, being sure that he would not threaten their position. They chose a young sheep for him, the most harmless creature he had often preferred as maids and prays before.

They got married and started living together. Mara (sheep name) became the owner of the crown. Narinder was not thrilled, but he helped his young wife and one day revealed his past and his thoughts to her. She agreed to help him regain his territories, now divided between local forces. And the whole story was supposed to tell that Mara learns to use the power of the crown, conducting witch rituals and learning how to cook potions and curses, and Narinder is forced to fight (he is bad at this he knows more about rituals and dances what a looser). They literally robbed someone's barn and use a scythe and sickle as weapons. Later, they will be able to recapture Narinder's castle, and their feelings for each other will become something more than friendship. In the process, Mara gets to know bishops and helps solve their problems in order to get the key to the doors to Purgatory, where Narinder's kittens are left. Happy end I guess.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do the follower bishops with someone who is wheelchair bound and loves to draw

Narinder

All he sees is a loyal follower who serves his vessel and praises his name, so he's indifferent to you being wheelchair-bound.

But out of curiosity, he examined how Lamb accommodated you through the Red Crown's eye.

They built ramps and wooden floorboards so grass/flowers didn't get stuck in your wheels, left an open space for you at the feasting table, and punish whoever discriminated against you or tried pushing your wheelchair without permission.

He's like "yes good,,,,inclusiveness will attract more to the cult >:3"

When Narinder himself winds up in the cult, he's moping around and avoiding everybody.

The other followers said you should prank him by rolling over his tail on "accident", but you aren't a fan of bullying.

Instead you roll up to one of his hiding spots like "hey, I have a small welcoming gift to cheer you up!"

He thinks it's "fertilizer" wrapped in a box, so he makes you open it.

It turns out to be a...portrait of himself?

You explain how you loved drawing your fellow followers, some even paying you and willing to sit still while you sketched their features in great detail.

"I hope it's alright that I took some creative liberties. I tried my best given how Leader described you in their sermons and........a-are you crying??"

"....what part of me made you assume I'm worthy to receive this? I almost killed you all!"

"Well..I like you better than our most recent dissenter who refused to listen to the Lamb unless they "cured" me."

"...ah, I see. So..what became of them?"

"Their body's still in the morgue pit. It's pretty messy...wanna see it?"

"Sure."

Leshy

Tbh he had no idea you were even in a wheelchair to begin with.

So when he first begins his farming duties within the cult, he hears wheels squeaking and thinks somebody's stealing the wheelbarrow from him.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going with that?! I need the wheelbarrow to-!!"

"Actually it's my wheelchair, Leshy. But you were close." You chuckle, assuring him you're not offended when he starts apologizing profusely.

It's a rather awkward first meeting between you two, though you both get along well afterwards.

Given that he's blind, it's hard for him to get around the base, too, so he sympathizes with you on that matter.

It took him a while just to focus on one person's scent at a time with so many followers surrounding him.

But he recognizes you by the smell of wood (different from the one he smells by the lumberyard) mixed in with your scent. So he always knows if you're approaching him.

And when he should stop so he doesn't accidentally bump into your wheelchair.

You've actually helped guide him around by letting him "push" your chair (he just holds onto the handles while you take him to different places so he can get a feel for the base's layout).

Leshy learns you love to draw, being disappointed he can't see the masterpieces you've created.

But you always describe them in great details for him, eventually deciding to invest in painting (specifically with acrylics) so he could feel the textures instead.

Heket

Caravans and carts have a difficult time traversing the swampy, mucky, and uneven terrain of Anura, so she's never seen a wheelchair user before.

When she meets you as a newly-indoctrinated follower, she just stares at your aid curiously, unsure of how to approach you and ask about it.

But since she has a constant resting bitch face, you think she's giving you a dirty look--and you give her one in kind.

"If you have something you wanna say, Heket, then-"

"..sorry.....didn't....mean...to...stare.."

Suddenly you remembered that she can barely talk, and you feel kinda bad for insulting her own disability.

So you cooked her a meal as an apology, to which she forgives you right away and warms up to you quicker than expected (though only bc you made great food).

She learns you love drawing and kinda wants to learn it herself. It could be a good way for her to better communicate her feelings.

Albeit her skills are.....novice at best.

She can draw runes, sigils, and demonic circles to perfection but drawing a simple frog is....tricky.

You give her some advice, and when she gets better through practice, you decide to draw portraits of each other.

Eventually she's comfortable enough to ask about your wheelchair, admitting she likes how you designed it.

Kallamar

He's likely no stranger to having followers with disabilities during his ruling of Anchordeep.

He may have been a ruthless paranoid bishop, but he's not cruel and has crafted mobility aids for whoever asked for one. Canes, wheelchairs, prosthetics--you name it. He even commissioned Kudaai for ones with weapon augments.

So he doesn't treat you any differently when he's indoctrinated into the cult, introducing himself like he would anybody else.

As narcissistic as he is sometimes, he's actually cool to be around.

But you feel like he only acts polite bc of Lamb.

While Kallamar knows you like to be independent, he's willing to help you out if asked.

Whether it's pushing your chair if your arms get tired, or to position it during a ritual you're attending, he's on the case.

The only con to this friendship is that he's deaf af and may have to lean down to hear you better.

But you don't mind it.

When he learns that you love to draw, he wonders if you've ever considered drawing him (he's far too shy to ask though).

However you must have a sixth sense...because you made him a portrait as a gift for a special occasion (aka the day the Blue Crown chose him as its bearer) and put it in a beautiful frame lined with crystal specs, leaving it wrapped up by his shelter.

After he sees it, he hugs it and rushes over to Lamb like "look at what Y/N made for me!!"

"That's nice, Kallamar-"

Do I have your permission to marry them?"

".....huh..?"

Shamura

They become an avid observer of everybody in the cult. Just to get a read on their personalities and what they do on a daily basis.

You're no exception, and they're impressed at how you get yourself around in a wheelchair.

Despite their damaged mind, it's still forever hungry for knowledge.

So they respectfully ask you how long you've had your aid and why, how Lamb has accommodated you, etc.

They're forgetful, but they hope to remember at least this for once and not have to ask you again.

You don't mind it at all, appreciating their politeness.

Whenever you're done with tasks and spend your free time drawing, Shamura often comes over to ask what inspired you today.

But one evening, they have a bad migraine attack while talking to you, forgetting who you are mid-conversation as they hissed, before skittering off....much to your bewilderment.

They couldn't sleep that night, wrought with guilt for acting that way in front of you, and the next morning they still can't remember your name despite it being on the very tip of their tongue.

They think it's wise to avoid you, but you track them down with a gift to assure them you weren't mad:

A simple portrait of themselves, signed with your name in the corner so they'd always have a reminder of you.

Least to say, Shamura hasn't forgotten your name since and is forever grateful.

[the-lambs-bishop]

The wolf of darkwood, a cultist that had seemed like another to the lamb, kind. Trustworthy, he had done his duties without qualms, without issues Speaking only of the lamb's grace and elegance, hard at work while the lamb disappeared into darkwood in pursuit of their god. and then the first cultist went missing.

The lamb organized a search party, trying to help find the missing cultist, but no such one was found. A sense of unease was pervading throughout the land, everyone regarding others with hints of distrust. The lamb was angered, but tired as they tried to help soothe and calm the cult, until tyren came to them with a request. Just 1 camelia from darkwood was all he requested, a simple request.

...if only the lamb knew just what else those flowers could do.

"Do not worry, my sacred lamb, your bishop will protect you, I promise."

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Whew! This took an ungodly amount of time. But that's kind of expected! I'm not the best artist with these things, and I learned a whole heck of a lot about shading, clothing, and fur from this one. Im planning to draw a continuation of what's exactly happening to the lamb! Afterwords I may make a poll to see what you guys think I should do next!