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moonwaterart · 1 year
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Damn it's been a while since I posted something I'm proud of writing, so here's a ficlet for Kallamar/Follower cause I wanted to write something that anyone with a Cult of the Lamb OC could insert them into if they wanted, so enjoy this short ficlet.
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The One Who Understands Him
Being immortal had its perks, Shamura had assured Kallamar, but the squid-like bishop still had his worries. What if no one followed his teachings now? What if those that did saw his cowardice and decided to leave? Would he be able to keep them from turning their backs to the old gods?
Worry plagued him on a daily basis. He was scared of the responsibilities he was given. Anchordeep was a large place, how was he supposed to do anything significant there without worrying about the worst case scenario?
Kallamar had decided to take a walk to clear his thoughts as much as he could when he came across an injured resident of his domain. Knocked out, beaten and left for dead. Fish swimming about would nibble at them, but scattered once Kallamar got close enough to inspect the damage. They would be able to heal up nicely if they got back to the temple, so he decided to do just that; melting into the ground and emerging back in his inner sanctuary.
He had gotten to patching up the injuries he could see, but given he didn’t know the full extent of what happened all he could do was watch over them and hope for the best.
When they did finally open their eyes three days later, Kallamar burst into tears thanking the old gods that they were okay. The resident seemed dazed, yet when their eyes landed on the weeping bishop they reached out to put a hand against him.
“Are… are you okay?”
“You-You’re not dead! I-I actually didn’t kill you!”
“That’s… quite an odd thing to say to someone… but if you’re the one who saved me, thank you.” They sat up, wincing slightly. “Those rammers did a number on me.”
Kallamar looked at them as they inspected the bandages wrapped around them. They didn’t seem to know who he was, or at least they didn’t acknowledge his ranking.
“How… how did you end up in your predicament?” Kallamar asked.
“Huh? Oh! I um…” They fiddled with the blanket that covered their lower half. “I wanted to get some crystals to make some charms to sell. The orange ones look like tiny little sunsets when the light hits them just right…” They admitted. “Usually I don’t have much to deal with… but when the crystals don’t grow back… you gotta venture further out… you know?”
Kallamar did understand to an extent, crystal harvesting was something he liked to do so his temples could be decorated with all manner of sparkly bits and bobbles, but-
“Straying too far from the villages is a death sentence to those inexperienced with handling what’s out in the vast deep. You could have been killed.” His tone became serious as he took to grabbing a few things around the room with a few of his extra tentacles before coming back to their side to examine them. If there was anything that made him change his tune in a situation quickly it was someone inexperienced in combat being unable to defend themselves.
“Well… not many of us know how to fight since our beloved bishop protects us.” They admitted, allowing the bishop in question to look them over and rewrap their bandages who paused at their words. “I’ve heard he’s quite a swordsman, so strong and protective of Anchordeep. He’s made living here a lot safer for us here, and I’m thankful to him and his high priests for making this place as safe as it is. I must have just wandered into a wild area by accident.”
Hold on.. They didn’t know who Kallamar was? 
That was…new.
Strange.
“Surely you know you’re in one of his temple’s, correct?” He asked as he finished up and disposed of the old bandages. “A-and that you know what the bishop of this land looks like?”
“I do.. See that, yes. As for the bishop? No, I haven’t. I live in a smaller village that he doesn’t ever come to, we just hear the stories from the bigger towns when merchants come to trade and buy from the farmers and craftspeople.” They looked at him. “You must be important to the old faith given your size. Right?”
Kallamar flushed a deeper blue color. “I-I guess you could say that, yes.”
“Then maybe… I should stick around and pay you back for saving my life. It’s the least I could do. Even if it’s for a little while.”
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“Kallamar? Can I ask you a question?” Kallamar looked to his follower, the one who’d been around since his godhood started. It had been a few years now and they spent time around the temple keeping things nice and tidy, yet from time to time they’d join the bishop on outings and asked him to teach them a few things. Kallamar was a worrier, yes, but some form of contentment would wash over him anytime they spoke to him. They willingly wanted to listen to him and talk with him. There was no sense of fear in their tone, more curiosity and innocence that came from where they once lived. The squid was thankful for that. For them.
“You can ask me anything you wish to.”
“The others tell me how… different I am. You… let me talk to you like I’m on.. The same level as you.” His follower rung their hands, looking out into the vast deep as the two rested from their sparring practice. “It took me… months to figure out you were the bishop in all the stories I’d heard about. Stupid of me, I’ll admit, but are you… okay with me calling you by your name?”
Kallamar looked to them with a look of shock, but also a bit of realization. It was different, yes, but since they met, they’ve been a close friend and confidant of the bishop. Kallamar was surprisingly okay with hearing his name come from their mouth even after they joined his sect.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.
“W-well the others call you ‘Great Leader’ or ‘Master’, I just feel… I don’t know…”
“You’re worried that I hate that you call me by my name?”
A small nod and look of shame came over the follower’s face. “You’ve done so much for me that I could never fully pay back, but sometimes I worry that you regret saving me a-and that me calling you by your real name doesn’t help with that.”
Were they really that worried about him hating them for that? “My most loyal follower and my most beloved friend, I could never hate you.” He moved closer to their side. “As long as water flows, as long as the days turn to nights, as long as crystals form here in Anchordeep, know I could never hate you, no matter what you call me.”
Kallamar may worry about a lot of things in his life, but his follower’s friendship and their deep understanding of one another would never be one of those things.
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delicourse · 3 months
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i miss them a little if im gonna be honest
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friendodo · 9 months
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how the first cat entered qing jing peak (a tale of wilful deception) ft. Yue Qingyuan taking an L to a cat
sequel to this :)
bonus:
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puppyeared · 8 months
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mmmkay
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cwispihae · 3 months
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Leaving Water 7
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Can you draw Dog Cole please?
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So ferocious. What a mighty little pupper. >:)
(ART REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)
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stergeon · 4 months
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spending some more time chewing on the concept of byleth and edelgard constantly writing each other letters—both while one of them is off traveling and also when they're both at home and seeing each other every day. there's one on the emperor's desk in her study; one in byleth's storage locker in the barracks; one left on a pillow or slipped into a pocket or tucked into a book the other is reading.
the emperor is interrupted during a big meeting by a page delivering a "most crucial missive from the commander." she unseals it in front of everyone and it's a crude drawing of a smiley face that says "hello i love you"
edelgard would write these excessively verbose things, very heavy on the poetry and flowery language. there are a couple paragraphs of updates and then page after page after page of "i love you"s and "i miss you"s communicated in ten thousand different and increasingly grandiloquent ways. byleth has learned to bring a dictionary along on her trips so she can decode all the sesquipedalian nightmare terms edelgard uses to tell her she's pretty. most letters start and end with an implied threat that if anyone other than byleth reads it or finds out how soft the emperor is, there will be hell to pay, but it doesn't stop her from proceeding to go ham on the romantic sappiness.
meanwhile byleth's letters are. pretty straight and to the point. she's keeping her posted about the weather, about this dog that she met, about a cool tree she saw, and transcribing direct quotes and best wishes from their friends. but she also includes little mementos she picked up or shiny things she found (she's like a crow with pretty rocks, shells, and baubles), and presses flowers that she thinks edelgard will like, and attempts to sketch things she wishes edelgard got to see with her. it's painfully obvious that byleth will never have an artistic career, but edelgard adores every single drawing all the same.
(hubert made a suggestion to have the emperor and her adviser use different seals or envelopes for their personal and official correspondence. this was accepted as reasonable. several months later, edelgard found out he made the suggestion after the third instance in which he'd been doing his secretarial duties and responding to the emperor's mail, only to find the message from the emperor's adviser did not, in fact, contain the woman's latest report on the situation in fhirdiad or fodlan's locket, but a rather lurid list of her intentions for the emperor upon returning home to enbarr. one contained a diagram. hubert did not examine it.)
edelgard, who hoards every paper she's ever had reason to touch and who has a (frankly, pathological) filing system for everything in her life, has a special container for byleth's letters that is under lock and key. byleth, who lived out of a rucksack for most of her life and constantly had to consider carry weight when vetting her few belongings, doesn't really know how to... have... things. she struggled with toting around all this paper for a while, but couldn't bear to toss out even the simplest "meet me at 4pm for the council meeting" message. she had to make peace with the concept of using a drawer for something like long-term storage and frequently checks to make sure they're all still there.
both of them keep their favorite ones in the back of their respective journals and act like they're not so extremely, terminally soft on each other.
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noa-ciharu · 1 year
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Some people on this site are unironically like
"When I consume fucked up fiction it's alright because I'm doing it with 100% critical thinking, law books beside me to remind this is all morally wrong and 1k disclaimers how I don't condone this but when YOU do it you're a sicko who romanticizes fetishes normalizes xyz cuz I just know you're not doing it in intellectual way like I am"
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Are those little dolls made to look like 3zun as animals in the most recent comic? I need to know how/when Nie Mingjue got those. Are they gifts from Lan Xichen or Nie Huaisang? Did Jin Guangyao sew them himself and stuff them full of evil talismans in case the song didn't work? So many possibilities.
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The 3zun dolls were a self-indulgent reference to this (previously abandoned) doodle! As for who made them in universe? I'll leave it up for interpretation B*)
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lunarharp · 18 days
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shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc
#witch hat tag#orufrey#the first image is qifrey dressed as that guy. i'm glad she has an inexplicable attachment to some dorky pokemon man like i do#someone was like 'wouldn't it make more sense for deanreldea to be the champion' .... well no. not in my world .#it maps onto magic skill. champions aren't like the Rulers of the land they're just the most skilled at this thing#oru as a burnt out champion who's gently encouraging a kid like coco to reach him one day means a lot to me. i like pokemon narratives#agott went shiny hunting for the same thing coco had but cooler - just to impress her. she really is a pokemon rival type girl#pushing myself to the limit to prove my worth to you - to get to the summit first so i'm waiting for you..#and then realising it wasn't just to be strong - i realised i started wanting to see your smile. i wanted you to have fun.#i think coco would defeat agott at the end of victory road and then defeat oru & i'll probably draw one last thing abt that at least..#the image is very cinematic..the dialogue and music in my mind..I WANT TO FACE ORU!!!!!!!!!!#the super cool insanely powerful awesome champion is the spouse of my professor and he gave me advice at the beginning...no way....#btw the elite four would be the sages which is perfect (and maybe easthies as the first guy?) evil Team Brimhats#coustas as their renegade gladion-type figure. the gym leaders would be like sun/moon and s/v combined#travelling around facing the best students from different classes - so jujy and eunie etc.#i've barely thought about 'teams' or anything bc i care amore about the narrative side of things always lol#but idk. tetia with a swirlix - eunie would be ghost type boy - riche with small things but also a ceruledge or a steelix something massiv#and brushbug would have a final form which is really long like an eastern dragon- fluffy and with wings like a fairy. It's beautiful to me#well anyway *tries to move on to the rest of life now the brief obsession has passed*#obviously oru would be fire-type tho and qifrey would be water-type and they set off together and traded their starters etc.....it goes on
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leavingautumn13 · 1 year
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more goat grampa
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hyperfixatedfandomer · 7 months
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I need an angsty found family AU where Olrox, instead of killing Richter’s mother as revenge for taking his lover instead goes “you took someone I loved, so I’ll take someone you cherish” and up and kidnaps little Richter. One second the boy is there and the next, shadows descend onto the empty street, and the moment after — he’s just gone.
THE DRAMA of Olrox traveling the world and keeping the kid at first purely to spite and worry his mother, or as part of some evil plan to lure her to her death, but quickly grows attached to him and they become this duo of vamp dad and his (not) son. The angst of Richter hating his abductor and crying and kicking him and telling him that he hates his guts, but when night falls and nightmares force little Belmont to turn and toss in his sleep, it’s Olrox’s lullabies that keep him calm, sung in a language he doesn’t know but with a gentleness only a parent could provide.
And as Olrox puts a hand on Richter’s head, carding his hair he realises, terror-struck, that he doesn’t want to let the kid go. He comes to a horrific conclusion that this is his baby now, whether the kid likes it or not, and it sends the old man’s mind into a spin.
Richter is unlike anything Olrox ever had. He’s never been a father, and doesn’t know how express love and care he’s so desperate to provide. He thinks of turning his newfound son more than once, but settles on waiting as for a little vampire hunter, an event like that would be far too traumatic.
And let’s talk about Richie himself for a second. This poor baby was about to travel to his aunt’s place one night and then got express-adopted by an immortal who is surprisingly gentle with him, yet doesn’t plan on letting him go. As result, baby Belmont throws tantrums every chance he gets, tries using fire-magic against the man (to no avail) and attempts to escape at every turn. At first, he’s in fight or flight mode almost constantly because he knows that the dragon vampire has to be using him for some evil ploy…but then weeks pass, a month, and there doesn’t seem to be much of an evil ploy happening. The two of them simply travel form place to place, where Richter has to awkwardly stand while his…kidnapper? Temporary guardian? Is running errands and talks to other gross, smelly vampires.
He hates Olrox, he’s confused, he feels a strange warmth in his chest when the vampire picks him up and carries him around when he’s too tired to walk, or checks up on him to make sure he’s warm and well-fed.
Just imagine the bittersweetness of Richie developing a bond with his captor in these horrible circumstances, and they start to get along. He feels all kinds of guilt and self-hate for it, every time he fails to stifle a giggle at Olrox’s jokes or can’t help but lean in when he offers comfort.
It’s just such a messy, tragic dynamic, don’t you think?
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puppyeared · 5 months
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doodles of my fav sillies
anton belongs to @poicyss
#my brain is a barbie dreamhouse and theyre all just living in it#im especially fond of the second one because my mom used to hold me like that all the time <3#im drawing them a lot lately because im being crushed by the horrors and have to compensate for it somehow#homemade comfort blorbos......#watch me draw anton inconsistently bc i can never decide if i wanna draw him close to how he actually looks#or yassify him and give him soft fluffy hair and kind eyes and defined features. head in my hands#i dont really have a lot of drawing ideas for them bc they dont have like. a canon storyline or anything methinks#its just stuff me and bow toss around and giggle abt thru messages lol. maybe ill draw infant vincent one of these days#i just come up with stuff and draw them doing it. it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside#cuz like anton works for lobocorp as an abnormality BUT hes super duper chill and cute and does his funny little tasks so its fine#AND hes unkillable. auggie is an oc ive had since like 6th grade and i smushed them together. and vincent was for fun but i got attached#i dont have much of a read on anton either bc i think hes meant to be more of an insert character??? if im using that right#on one hand i dont think too hard abt anything being ooc since im not taking it seriously. on the other hand i just hold them in my hands#and stare into space until i can come up with something to draw since i dont have much to go off of. but its fun to build on small tidbits!#i think bow called it an au so i guess??? its an au????? im not really sure. bow if youre reading this im just willy nilly#the only thing i know for sure is that they boink like rabbits. im talking gomez and morticia levels of boinking#maybe ill go back and look at my old doodles for them and redraw em lol#myart#my art#my oc#oc#friend oc#augusta#anton#vincent#sillies family#doodles
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ellidena · 1 year
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roseytoesy · 1 year
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Vore trope list
Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.
(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)
Feel free to use this as an ask game too!
Story tropes:
Knight in shining armor (protection vore)
A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)
Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)
A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)
Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)
Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)
Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)
Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)
dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)
vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)
magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)
sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)
willingly “sacrificed” to a god
food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)
Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)
fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)
cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)
hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)
Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)
multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)
slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)
edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)
high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)
dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)
inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)
shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)
casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)
kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)
object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)
Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)
sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)
comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)
A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)
healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)
tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)
multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)
super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)
VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)
sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)
another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)
betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)
always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)
experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)
overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)
teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)
domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)
robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)
mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)
strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)
demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)
drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)
hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)
It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)
Other:
Same size
half size
g/t
micro
cat size
willing
unwilling
squirming
switch
pred
prey
reformation
goopy/ painless digestion
fatal/perminant
oral
belly mouth
tail
Vore to endosoma
Half/full tour clean
dream vore
energy sapping
bulging stomach
hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly
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esmeblaze · 7 months
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presents to u yet another blade
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