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COTL fanfiction
Narinder/Lamb
[~500 words]
Character death, Angst, Blood and Injury, Character development, Lamb uses they/them
Prologue
"Triumph"
Cold.
Life leaves your body so quickly I have not a moment to comprehend it. Death feels so familiar yet, for the first time, I can not recognise it.
I know I've won, but in this momentary fragment of time, the power of the Crown is the last thing on my mind.
All these possibilities...
I should feel triumphant. I should feel relieved.
I have become a God once more.
Your severed head stares back at me. There's no life in your pupils, no sparkle, nothing so inherent to you.
I search for a hint of any expression, any gesture from the body you have departed.
You've died so many times before, and you always kept that stupid smile on your face. Was it because you knew you'd meet me at the other end?
Why is it now that I only see horror and pain?
Why am I searching for confirmation that you'll return to me after I had torn you apart with my own claws?
...
The Crown finds its place on my forearm, coiling around it like a snake.
I don't care. I would just leave it here.
Your body is light, though the ichor continuously pours out of it, coating the clearing in a mess of stained crimson, so similar to your inside.
I barely realize that I'm stepping forward with you in my embrace.
Again and again and again.
I continue on at an agonizing pace. Blood sticks to my paws more with each step, like it's trying to pin me to the ground. As if even now you are asking me to not leave.
I stop only when all that remains before me is a sharp drop.
A precipice.
I look down.
The waves crash against the cliff with frantic desperation more inherent in mortals than nature, amplifying the contempt in my soul.
I want to jump.
Just one step forward...
I tighten my grasp on your headless body. The wool on your back is torn, barely holds together. It lacks softness.
Your natural musk of fields sunlight are now eclipsed by the pungent odor of death. It is mine.
We could be together again on the other side.
Would you wait for me?
Would you wait for my apology?
I take a ragged breath.
"I will never forgive you." Your voice still rings in my head.
Never
Your body falls down, swiftly.
Just a second that lasts forever.
I watch as your remains hit the sharp spikes, your flesh ripping again and again, followed by a resounding thud.
I must look away, but I can't.
I don't want to.
...
Dismembered, only your pieces fall into the water.
Your body disperses in beautiful scarlet, for just a moment before you get lost in the flow of a stream.
I am still standing here, looking down.
Minutes or hours? I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
But when I came back to the clearing, your head is gone.
COTL fanfiction
Narinder/Lamb
[~500 words]
Character death, Angst, Blood and Injury, Character development, Lamb uses they/them
Prologue
"Triumph"
Cold.
Life leaves your body so quickly I have not a moment to comprehend it. Death feels so familiar yet, for the first time, I can not recognise it.
I know I've won, but in this momentary fragment of time, the power of the Crown is the last thing on my mind.
All these possibilities...
I should feel triumphant. I should feel relieved.
I have become a God once more.
Your severed head stares back at me. There's no life in your pupils, no sparkle, nothing so inherent to you.
I search for a hint of any expression, any gesture from the body you have departed.
You've died so many times before, and you always kept that stupid smile on your face. Was it because you knew you'd meet me at the other end?
Why is it now that I only see horror and pain?
Why am I searching for confirmation that you'll return to me after I had torn you apart with my own claws?
...
The Crown finds its place on my forearm, coiling around it like a snake.
I don't care. I would just leave it here.
Your body is light, though the ichor continuously pours out of it, coating the clearing in a mess of stained crimson, so similar to your inside.
I barely realize that I'm stepping forward with you in my embrace.
Again and again and again.
I continue on at an agonizing pace. Blood sticks to my paws more with each step, like it's trying to pin me to the ground. As if even now you are asking me to not leave.
I stop only when all that remains before me is a sharp drop.
A precipice.
I look down.
The waves crash against the cliff with frantic desperation more inherent in mortals than nature, amplifying the contempt in my soul.
I want to jump.
Just one step forward...
I tighten my grasp on your headless body. The wool on your back is torn, barely holds together. It lacks softness.
Your natural musk of fields sunlight are now eclipsed by the pungent odor of death. It is mine.
We could be together again on the other side.
Would you wait for me?
Would you wait for my apology?
I take a ragged breath.
"I will never forgive you." Your voice still rings in my head.
Never
Your body falls down, swiftly.
Just a second that lasts forever.
I watch as your remains hit the sharp spikes, your flesh ripping again and again, followed by a resounding thud.
I must look away, but I can't.
I don't want to.
...
Dismembered, only your pieces fall into the water.
Your body disperses in beautiful scarlet, for just a moment before you get lost in the flow of a stream.
I am still standing here, looking down.
Minutes or hours? I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
But when I came back to the clearing, your head is gone.
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the "profits". When I explained to him that Tumblr isn't monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he'd still be bringing me "fame and notoriety" if the post got "big". So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemed extremely farfetched and silly at the time, I'd take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲
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I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.
I have never heard of this band. I AM in fact referring to the animal.
But wait, there’s more!
Tried to be healthy today snd sprained my hand doing bed pushups
Kris, we can totally pull off a ratatouille!!
a gentle reminder
this is my favourite addition to this post by far everyone go home. this freak won the post
This is the Candlelight Sculpture (you can see the candle here) in Guanzhou Yuexiu Park, a sculpture garden in Guanzhou, China.
And that is an orange kitty sitting EXACTLY how Polk props herself up on my chest to sleep every night.
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Admit it, Narinder — you have no idea how to raise kids.
Tomadachi Life out of context is so funny lol
Tomadachi Life out of context is so funny lol
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I love this comic with every fiber in my body.
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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.
>:)c
May I present to you, nationalclothing.org?
It doesn't have everything, but it's still my first source when researching traditional clothing from other cultures.
There's also this resource on historical fashion: Claire’s Historical Fashion Reference & Resources
another addition as far as physical media goes there is the encyclopedia of national dress (that i still need to buy myself bc this kind of thing is super important to my sort of fantasy designing) but yes i do agree i wish there was EVEN MORE documentation on this
Reblogging to spread awareness
the goldmine folks
Reblogging to show all my art friends. >:)
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