☀️ : uhh well, technically Lambe is the oldest, (they were born first), then Rem, then me !! I was the baby haha. But there was about 45 years from the time I was resurrected to when I could resurrect them, soo I’ve been alive longer?
☀️ : I made a lil graph to explain what happened !! I’ll always kinda feel like the baby, I think. Lambe and Rem cared for me when there was no one else, figuratively but also literally, I wouldn’t have made it here without them. .
I’m so sorry this happened, I’m so, so sorry. I was supposed to make it better. I was supposed to fix this. I was supposed to keep us safe. I’m sorry. . . I’m sorry. .
heehee :) this happens after Uan gets back from his crusade to learn what became of Lambe while he was gone ,, :)
through your eyes, i see:
a smile you bring to me.
to your joy i tether.
not a lot, just forever.
intertwined, sewn together.
like the rock bears the weather,
not a lot, just forever.
"yes, the lambs were all we knew. three shepherds we've come to discover, to follow, to devote ourselves to. gods.
but they were once devotees too.
younger, softer, praying for warmth wherever their hooves may take them. you will never see them go too far nor too long apart from each other, even in death.
Lambe does not have any interest in romance, he’s very close friends with Sozo but that’s as close as he gets. we ship em a little haha !! never actually gonna happen though,,
Rem doesn't really care for romance either, but there are certain,, emotional investments with a few followers wink wonk (qpr !!)
as for me ? [this entire au started because I made a self-insert bc I fell head over heels for Heket the first interaction I had with her because she told me to kneel and I said yes ma’am]
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to be truthful, it’s a bit,, complex. romance with a former dictator/bishop/god who was directly responsible for the almost-annihilation of your entire species isn’t easy. Lambe and Rem were NOT impressed when I confessed to them hahaha !!! but we’ve figured it out after almost 50 years of marriage, (which I might add was a terribly embarrassing event on my end).
I use my fancy-shmancy mind-reading powers to allow her to communicate with me easier ! after she trusted me enough to consent, of course. and she doesn’t mind my blabbering hehe.
talking with her helped me find myself again - in a sense - after the Dark Times. I would tell her facts about all the crops and flowers, and describe all my followers’ personalities and drama. it was oddly comforting,, I was too scared to talk to her at first, but then it started and it felt so natural. I think that’s what scared me the second time. how easy it was to just, let go of everything her and her siblings had done to us.
but I think I was just tired of feeling hurt.
and she made me smile, and I made her laugh !! tried not to until her throat healed properly tho whoops.
gosh haha look at me, I could ramble about my wife all day. hope that explains enough hehe !!
- ☀️
[and starshroom art dump that has varying degrees of canon to the actual characterizations and interactions LOL]
The lamb stood face to face with the monstrous form of the god of death. A bead of sweat rolled down Uan’s face as he readied his weapon.
"You think the three of you are a match for me?!" The One Who Waits laughed mockingly, his voice bellowing out over the realm.
"Three...?" Uan repeated before feeling a hand land on his right shoulder. He turned to see Rem giving him a stern look. "We told you to wait." The ram stated, their voice coming out raspy as they chose not to communicate with their crown.
Another hand landed on Uan’s other shoulder, and he turned to see Lambe. "You don't have to do this alone."
Uan nodded. "Yeah... Sorry guys."
The lamb turned his attention back to the god in front of him.
Lambe had been travelling the Darkwood in search for supplies. He had left his small encampent where Rem and Mal remained almost 3 moonrises ago. Exhaustion and hunger knawed at him. It clouded his rational thinking. So upon seeing some crates thought to be supplies, he forgot to take the proper precautions. A simple misstep that cost him his life.
The altercation was done almost as quickly as it started.
The cultists surrounded Lambe, ridding him of the smallest hope he had of fleeing for safety. No where was safe though. Not the villages, not the wild lands, not even the hollowed out log that lead to a much too small cave where the lambs called refuge.
His only hope was that with his capture, and inevitable demise it would keep his friends safe just a little longer.
Lambe thought it would be quick. A capture, presentation of him served in chains to The Bishops, and then the rolling of his head. It wasn't. Far from it actually. The torture lasted weeks on end. The cultists desperate to force information on the remaining lambs whereabouts from Lambe
They mutilated him, taking one of his hands. Whipped and hacked at him until he would pass out from the pain. Despite their best efforts, he did not budge. He would not doom his friends to the same fate as him.
Who was The Old Faith kidding? The moment Lambe went missing Rem probably moved Mal to another location in fear of information being leaked. Their safety and survival was of upmost importance.
Lambe laughed weakly, much too weak for the cultists to hear. A wheezing cough that ended with blood and spittle upon the ground.
His friends would be safe. If only for a moment longer. He just hoped his death, fast approaching given his state of festering wounds and blood loss, would deter the cultists a little while longer.
Upon resurrection, Lambe thought he had briefly passed out between the old faiths seemingly unending punishment. Fear was the first thing that crossed his mind before confusion over took it upon seeing he was in a different location, Rem beside him on the floor as they lay in front of Mal, much older than last seen by his friends.
