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Has Narinder ever drowned Lamb? For fun?
It was a great idea on paper, and he liked watching the bubbles gradually decrease to stillness, long after the Lamb stopped moving. But now their head was three times heavier to lift from the water, and he realized he would have to spend the rest of the day drying out their waterlogged wool, which was such a pain that he ran out of time and interest to have any other fun
Quick but curious question, I almost don't fully understand why Narinder finds the body of the lamb "beautiful" when it dies. I mean, it's not that I find it strange, I just find it curious🤔
It's about fragility. It's about secrets. It's about the intricacies of the body, and the special ways it reacts to the end of life. The flooding hormones, the little spasms, the blurring vision and sleepy delirium. He remembers, as a God, watching the Lamb's first deaths, the way they would shake and gasp out as they struggled to adjust to the realm in between. An ancient instinct that drives one to panic, yet to be suppressed. Like switching to breathing liquid, when all they've ever known is air. He remembers comforting them with a carefully placed claw atop their soft, fluttering chest, feeling it gradually still as they clutched to him.
It's about seeing the soul break free, and change. It's something he has observed countless times before. Death is his domain. It will never not be sacred to him.
It's about freely given control. The sly smile they might flash when they've realized he had poisoned them, like they were trading an inside joke. The way they might point to a serrated blade, hopping in place as they beg him to use it next. Their giddy laughs after each broken rib. Their animated gestures when they recount their funniest, most unusual, most thrilling deaths. The catharsis they feel is palpable, and it's contagious.
It's about leaving no witnesses. They know how hard it is for him to show vulnerability. They know it's easier for him when he's alone. In the moments before they resurrect, he can process his feelings in any way he likes. He can stare, he can smile, he can caress them and whisper to them. He can pose them like a toy, decorate them if he wants. He can take out his frustrations, or cuddle them like a weighted plushie. They love that they can give that to him.
It's an intimate moment with them that feels so final. For many, it would be. But for them, it can happen many times, so long as it still pleases them. It's about the trust they put in him. He knows how much they put on the line with each death. The Crown could so easily be plucked from their head, and it would all be over. And yet, time and time again, they wake up in his arms.
Most of all- my Narinder is just a huge creep. An incredibly lucky one, at that.
Devils den mug I drew and printed today
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Devils den mug I drew and printed today
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Devils den mug I drew and printed today
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SPOILER WARNING, just in case.
DON’T WATCH if you haven’t progressed past the Oratores or finished the Italian Job mission.
This scene broke me man. The music, nothing being spoken, Adder’s hand waving them off, Janosh wants so badly to stay with him, to take him with them, to not leave him there alone. And JANOSH’S FACE??!? My God. My poor baby 😭😭😭 I love him so much. It hurts seeing him so heartbroken 💔
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okay i’m reading this absolutely genius fanfic on ao3, including
- devil’s pack going on a heist in prague
- hansry romance
- old men bickering
- žižka being the annoyed dad™️
and this absolutely hilarious conversation between žižka and hynek:
i can’t resist a good meme opportunity and i instantly thought of this while reading it…so enjoy i guess.
"Bruder?" Samuel snapped his fingers in front of Henry's face, pulling him out of his daydream. The blacksmith shook his head, setting aside the axe he was forging, "you offered me a tour, remember? Unless you've got something better to do."
"Sorry," Henry muttered, stretching his stiff shoulders and back, "I was thinking about hammering something else on this anvil."
Samuel narrowed his eyes, "you'd better be talking about a sword."
"Aye, something like that," Henry said with a chuckle. At the look of disgust on his brother's face, Henry shoved him playfully, leading him out of the forge, "I'm joking. This place was pa's pride and joy, you think I'd bring any old wench here?"
Sam caught sight of the familiar yellow pourpoint and red hood drying on the clothesline. He glanced at Henry slyly, nodding, "aye that's exactly what I think."
Henry walked him around the outside of the forge, sharing stories about Martin, hoping it would help Sam feel closer to him. Several times, Henry noticed his brother wiped his eyes, his emotions getting the better of him.
He led Sam through the kitchen, towards his private bathroom, keen to show Sam his work. However, the room wasn't quite as empty as Henry had first thought.
"Oh, at last..." Hans exclaimed in relief from his position in the bath, tipping his head back in satisfaction; laid out beside him where several wineskins and a plate of delicacies. It didn't take a genius to work out what he had in mind, "do you have any idea how horny-" it was then he spotted an embarrassed looking Henry and mortified Sam who wanted nothing more than to run away. Hans frowned, pointing in their direction with a wet hand, "what the fuck is he doing here?"
Henry glanced apologetically at Sam, stepping towards Hans to whisper forcefully, "I thought I told you to wait for me upstairs!"
"And I told you I don't take orders," Hans replied, not even bothering to whisper. Sam, who was looking anywhere but at the bath, began inching closer towards the door. Hans leaned as seductively as he could against the tub, "you'll have to make me."
Henry shrugged, forgetting that Sam was still in the room with them, "well, it wouldn't be the first-"
"Anyway," Sam said loud enough to interrupt the annoying lovebirds, gesturing at the door, "thanks for the tour, Henry. And for telling me about Martin. But I'm going back to the den," without further ado, he turned around and left, muttering on his way out, "at least it'll be quiet there."
Henry smiled sympathetically, resting his hands on his hips as he looked down at his lord, "that wasn't a very nice way to talk to my brother."
"Oh for fucks sake," Hans rolled his eyes impatiently, replacing his wine goblet on the side table, "fine. You win. I'll send him flowers, give him an estate, I'll even fucking knight him if it means you'll take your clothes off," Hans poured insincerely, "happy?"
Henry rolled his eyes, deciding it was the best he was going to get as he started slowly undoing his buttons, "you'll be the death of me, Sir Hans."
"The feeling is mutual, blacksmith's boy," he answered with a cocky smirk, reclining back to enjoy the view.
-- Blog remake repost ; AHH LOCKED IN AND MADE A WHOLE COMIC collab w @pastelrabbit bc he had a dream abt sam and vincent's fight ... fleshed it out into . this smiles wide thumbs up in tears
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Saw someone on here complaining about suselle shippers who dont focus on their dynamic with Kris. Which is insane to me, because there are SO many suselle fics where it spends 70% of the time on Kris, to the point it gets annoying
If you want to write about Kris so badly, then write about Kris and stop roping suselle on it just because you want to tag your fic as suselle.
Which fate would you choose? 
Choose wisely
Go into an elevator with a death guard plague marine
Make out with an emperor’s children marine
Be stuck in a shopping centre with a world eater
Try to make conversation with a thousand sons sorcerer
Criticise a iron warrior work
Take a drink from a black legion captain
Have a night Lord fall in love with you
Thank you @kinghimst for the inspiration. This was a joy to make.
I love and hate being part of a tiny fanbase like this, because on one hand, when I hyperfixate on something, I start straight up tweaking when I can’t find enough content for it
But on the other hand, I find it so silly how so many of us just know each other here, and we all rush to look at new content together whenever one of us makes something lmao— it’s like our own little gated community, feels much more personal 🤭🤭 Like hiii Look Outside fanbase hi helloooo I love you 👋👋 kisses you all
And I love you, random citizen!
Has this been done before?
This was the only joke I could think of anytime I ran into him
