#lambcalls

[suncrificialamb]

《Lamb/Sunski intro ,,, 》

auto and clinical vapirism + schizoaffective + 19

I exist from time to time

He - it

I am parasocial and at times a stalker if get too obsessed.

Anons: none

tags

-asks: lambcalls

-Posts: 🐑mourninglamb

-Stalker rambles : lambyearning🕊

[suncrificialamb]

Can I add you to my list of people i stalk

i dont see why not :>!! Sure

[remembermewhentruthbecomesalone]

Catching up with #Inktober once again. I realize I do this a lot and between school and work I barely have the time for anything let alone drawing. Yet, gotta find time for passion right? This one is dedicated to @leagueoflegends Kindred. The eternal hunter. Ever since I found out about Kindred I have been obsessed with the character. I love the storyline behind it. Kindred will literally give you an existential crisis. #Kindred #Death #Lambcalls #Wolfstrikes #leagueoflegends https://www.instagram.com/p/B3cYtmqBfpp/?igshid=17zkx731z9sac

[sanguine-eclipse-blog]

"Is the fate you chose really worth never truly living?"

　 　 　 　 “ You think I  chose  this ? ”　 　 He snarled, clearly irritated by the question. 　 　 　 　 “ I’d turn it all around if I could. 　 　 　 　 　 　 Hell, if meant something to someone, 　 　 　 　 　 　 I’d go and off myself  right   now . ”

[ask-a-yordle-witch]

“Miss Lamb! Your friend is a meenie.” Little Ameila would say, puffing out her cheeks.

[essence-flux-primed]

@lambcalls​ from ⋆

   She regards him calmly, head tipping gently to one side as she shifts to balance on one hoof. He, an explorer as he was, lived dangerously. She knew him well, for there where times where he indeed flirted with death, so close but so far from the embrace of Kindred. She’d kept an eye on him. But then again, when did she not?

  “I have only arrived just a little bit ago.” She replied. “I’ve never been to parties. What I bring causes only mourning.”

⋆ — There were legends he’d run across — many, of course, but what was most intriguing was when they lined up. Years ago he’d been researching a god of war, but even as his head cants and his eyes blink with a childish sort of innocence, Ezreal is trying to figure out where he’d seen her before, if at all. The wind ruffles his hair, and calloused palms lean back against the balcony railing. The epitome of relaxation.

     “Never too soon to enjoy yourself,” he offers, but his tone is distant now, and thoughtful. Flat teeth bite down on the corner of his lip for just a moment. “—Dare I ask what it is you bring?”

[essence-flux-primed]

"Happy Birthday, Ezreal."

⋆ — He starts a little. He’d thought he was alone— just for a moment, just long enough to catch his breath— but more than the sudden voice is the aura that makes his breath freeze in his lungs. Yet, when he turns, eyes round, Ezreal finds himself unafraid. She (she?) is breathtaking in the way that all otherwordly things are, and there’s a beat before his lips pull into a grin; maybe even a little abashed. He feels honoured somehow. He feels like he knows her.

     “Thanks,” he lets out, letting eyes fall to the ground. “—Heh. I... hope you’re enjoyin’ yourself.”