Latest Posts by ekkiekkiacho - Page 2

Hello. I'm sorry about the radio silence. This happened, and I recently had to step away for family and personal reasons. I am feeling a lot better now and the family is alright, so I think I'm ready to be back

So I may have gotten distracted via my new hyperfixation and didn't finish a page of the comic but I promise I will. However in the meantime, take this WIP of Sun and Moon from Security Breach

Bonus!

Honestly love these guys

Ok so technically i dont go here, but I absolutely WOULD call myself a fan of him

What can I say, watched an AstralSpiff vod n got attached to puppy. Shrimple as that

*edit yeah I missed the sun charm I originally thought it got ripped off him oops. Should I draw him again, which I really think I will I love the religiously persecuted puppy, I'll fix that kekw

(Transcript:

"Whoa hey. What's wrong?" Baal asks his brother. Softly, the younger twin mumbles on his brother's shoulder. "It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm right here." Baal rubbed their brothers back, holding him gently as if he'd fall apart and Aym held them back with the tightness of a man who saw his loved one disappear in front of his eyes.

"I-I saw you die. The-That Lamb slit your throat." Ba'al's memory of the events were slim, blurry little things. They don't remember much but they remember the Lamb. He members their staff breaking from the force and- "It's okay."

Pulling himself off of Ba'al, Aym roughly wiped away his tears. "Did you get another cut on your eye?" His sibling asked softly and with a poisonous hiss in his words, Aym responded with, "From that damned Lamb. The fucker cut it."

"Can you see out of it?"

Aym froze, the thought never crossing his mind. He blinked a couple times but shook his head in dismay. "No."

"That's okay. I'll be your eye from now on." Aym looked up at Ba'al, finally finished rubbing his eye. He smiled and was about to thank him when the cat noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Wooden sticks with markings on them splintered and shattered on the ground. Metal pieces broken off or cracked. A once divine weapon was now broken and nothing more than normal wood.

"Ah! Our staff!" Aym shouted. "That is not ideal.." Ba'al said, walking up next to his brother.`

"It isn't. What will we do now?"

"We move on."

"Brother we are basically defenseless."

With that Ba'al chuckled. "We aren't defenseless. We have plenty!" He spoke loudly, his arms raising and falling to meet his point. Aym looked at him with annoyance and confusion. As he crossed his arms he asked his brother, "What are you on about?"

"I have my knives, yes? You have your magic still, correct? We'll be fine." Ba'al looked back at his brother a mischievous and cocky lint in his eyes accompanied by a smirk.)

COTL AU: Page 3

[Transcript: "Right."

"Mmng..huh? Uh, hi there."

*bush worm noises*

"Well then. I suppose you're okay. Tell me then, friend, where exactly am I? This place...it smells so strongly of death and even I know darkwood is thriing of life. But the trees..."

"Nngh...brother? My eye.."

"Aymi, how are you feeling?"

".....Terrible."

"It's alright. Things will be better." ]

Hold Thy Anger Close AU: Page 2

Comic Update

Sorry this is taking so long, I've been trying to balance school and doing this comic digitally. I promise as soon as I finish, I'll post the next page

Comic Update

Hello! Just an update for the comic. Im gonna be changing the title to something more fitting since its not gonna be the cult that's the main focus. The twins will be the main characters for part 1 of the comic. The new title is going to be 'Hold Thy Anger Close'

Have some oldish SB drawings I did while you wait for the second page of the comic :)

COTL AU: Cult Of The Wrathful

Page 1

| Oh, Great Lamb. Praise Be To You. God Anew...Shal Your Kingdom Rise Above.|

| For All Shal Hear Your Gospel.|

| But Beware, Lamb, For Some Arnt Content To Stay Dead.|

| And Crowns Hold Grudges. |

| CULT OF THE WRATHFUL|

A comic made by milksakex!

New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb

- Cult Of The Lamb WIP Comic -

▼ Before Us Stands The Last Of Its Kind. All Others Have Been Hunted And Put Down By The Blade.

● Finally, With This Last Sacrifice, The PROPHECY, Will Be Impossible To Complete.

⬥ That HERETIC That Lies Below, Bound In Chains, Will Be Condemned To Eternal Isolation.

☽ And Then, And Only Then, Shall The Old Faith Be Preserved.

+ w-wait...

+ NO!

𓁹 Awaken, Little Lamb

More Cult Of The Lab HeadCannons!

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster, canonically  

Before everything, he, Shamura, and Leshy were close. He was playful and patient and kind and liked to bother Heket a lot. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

One day though, Shamura got the prophecy, and that set Narinders anger in motion, destroying his love for his siblings 

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hell 

Narinder's attacks on his family were calculated and directed at what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his follower's voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to make art with so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger, and made him even more manipulative and sadistic. 

On his first day in imprisonment, he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the Red Crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his sibling's undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his sibling's followers

400 years in, he met Ratuu and Forunas. He loved Fornaus like no other and wanted to give her a wonderful gift. The gift being her sons. 

When Forunas gave birth he gave her a blessing to live forever healthy so she could see them again and took the twins after 6 years. While he cursed Ratuu with immortality to rot slowly for failing him and his sons. 

Clingy 

He loved and cared for his boys and took them under his wing, teaching them various spells, and curses and helped them perfect their physical abilities. He helped them channel their inner divine power and blood. But just like with his siblings, his anger from being trapped and them dying clouded his mind and slowly eclipsed his love for them. It turned to something warm and soft, but bitter and thin as time went on. It caused him to put them through inexcusable pain in the name of their survival. 

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done and wishes he could take it all back. 

He never told Foranus what happened to her kits and he has yet to confront her. 

He does miss her company and still loves her. His fear of her hating him stops him from saying anything though. 

Aym was always his favorite. 

Every time he thinks about Baal or sees him, it causes a shock of pain in him. How did he not see his oldest hating him so much…?

He wants to reconcile with the boys. 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. The Lamb usually helps him. 

I feel like Angels have a very muted color pallet compared to like, humans and demons. It’s repetitive and boring. They’d all have black or white body’s with black, white, gold, or pale blue halos that wrap around their faces or necks. Then their eyes also follow those colors. And then strips of pale light coming off their backs as wings. The only amount of vibrant color an average Angel has is the subtle rainbow sheen covering their body. The more powerful an Angel is the bigger with more prominent halos and more eyes and arms, it doesn't help their blandness at all. If you showed an Angel and vibrant color, they wouldn’t like it at all. Although I think God's first angels are much more colorful than the others albeit pastel. 

On the other hand, I think that demons are very vibrantly colored while also having much more diversity. I think they use their colors mostly to see each other in the dark, as a way to communicate which sector they're from and attract someone they're into. The eyes, shoulders, horns, hair, tail, and legs are common places where vibrant colors would glow. Cheeks are also one but that’s uncommon. A more powerful demo, like a sinner, would be more colorful than say, your average hell-born. Because of this, however, pastel colors don’t really exist in Hell due to how white they can be. It’s weird to see a demon walking around with pastel colors. 

  - BAAL AND NARINDER -

                                                   •   milksakex   •

It was a windy night. The dark sky stretched on in an endless black. Its silver and gold stars flickered in and out, signaling the end of their short life. A tall black cat sat, perched on the top of a church, looking down at the cult. He had red camellia flowers on both sides of his head and a white cloak with a black heart pendant on the side of his neck.

 Underneath was a black shawl with beads at the end. He had a long tail that faded into red and his paws were the same. On top of his head was the skull of some ancient creature, not much bigger than him. The cat had piercing red eyes with black slits that caught every moving thing. This cat was named Baal. 

 Baal scanned the cult, with watchful eyes, taking in the beauty. There were plenty of houses lining the right side of the cult with a large garden and barn in the back. On the left side was a medical area with red camellias growing all around it. Beside the garden were six boxes, two bigger than the others were holding seeds, and the other four held manure.

 There was a giant ivory-colored path going four ways in an X shape with a circle in the middle. It was made of bricks are sparkled in the night. In that circle stood a giant statue of a ram. It was decorated with gold blocks, wind chimes, bells, flowers, and paper slips containing prayers. Around the statue were four smaller statues mimicking the bigger one. In between, there were cushions for all to sit on. And there were a lot. 

At the end of each path though, lay one small pedestal each with different colored crowns on them. these were also decorated. The first, closest to the entrance of the cult was purple and dressed in spider silk, the next was beside the church and was yellow. Mushrooms were growing from that one. The next one beside the houses and garden was blue and had fish carings on it, and the last one next to the medical area was green, dawned in vines and flowers. 

The trees around the cult were also decorated, in a similar fashion to the ram statue. Baal sighed, grabbing the skull on his head before his eyes snapped onto a shadow. His eyes perked at the familiar noise of someone creeping about. His eyes squinted at the cult much more closely. 

Everyone was supposed to be inside their houses, fast asleep. He had checked the bushes, roofs, and inside the church. Plus the lamb was out... Apparently, Baal was wrong. With a burst, a short, dark gray, clumsy-looking, no-tailed cat, jumped out of a bush. It was busy trying to catch spiders around the cult. It wore the usual clothing but with more flair. A tight red shirt with white markings, fitted red shorts, and a white jacket with a red stripe in the middle on both the back and front.

 It had shackles on his arms and neck that were decorated with gold lines, dots, and colors of red flowers. Taking a closer look, Baal could see colored eyes on the shackles as well. They were purple, yellow, green, and blue. Ironic. The cat had two big red eyes with a hole in its forehead. 

 It would trip over pieces of stone, his feet, and even air, leading it to land roughly on his face. Baal couldn't help but choke down a chuckle at its pitiful attempt at hunting. He may have not gotten much training at a young age, but even he could’ve done better than that. The cat got up and dusted off its clothes, before picking up the net it was using. It scanned the patchy land before spotting the spider again. This time it was cleaning its mandibles nearby, completely unaware. 

The cat trotted over quietly and hid in the nearby grass. Unfortunately, like an untrained kitten, it moved too quickly and stepped on a twig. The spider quickly turned around, noticing the cat. For a second, it was quiet before all hell broke loose. The spider scurried over the cult with the cat in tow. It dodged and weaved the swinging net, before sliding over to a manure box and running between the cat's legs. The cat, however as ungraceful as it is, stumbled and fell into it. 

“FUCK!” It shouted before landing and digging its face out of the box. There was a large lump of brown on its head and face that slipped off and landed on the ground. It held its arms in an arched position and slowly turned around, wiping the poop out of its eyes and mouth. 

To think this was the man that taught him how to better coordinate his feet when fighting, made Baal shout in laughter. His quick chuckles broke the night's silence. Quickly, he covered his mouth but that did little to muffle his laughter. When Baal finished, he noticed the smaller cat glaring up at him. Its red eyes burning. 

Baal hopped down and walked over to the cat, catching the stench of the manure covering its face. Some of it was already dried on. Baal wrinkled his nose as much as he could. “You seem to be having a lot of trouble, Narinder.” Baal couldn't help but hiss out the name with disgust. After all, he was his- No. No. Not anymore. He doesn't have to call him that anymore. Narinder scoffed, glaring harder at the taller one. “Watch it, child.” It hissed back. Its ears were pointed back and its fur was lifted. “You know nothing of the pain, I deal with.” Baal smirked. “I do, you put me through it after all. Plus, I just wondering if you needed help. Maybe I could help you hunt. Properly.” At the last sentence, Baal smiled, keeping a playful demeanor.

Narinder grumbled a bit and hissed, before going silent. His fur looked like it wanted to get away from him with how high it was. “No. I don’t need your help. You betrayed me. Both of you. I don’t need help from a traitor.” Baal glared back at his old master, mulling over his words carefully, all with a smile. He knew they his m- Narinder looked like he was ready to pounce, but Baal couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He wondered how light Narinder was now.  

Flicking his eyes back to the smaller, Baal took a deep breath, slightly bowed his head, and patted down his fur. “My apologies. I’d rather not bother a wondrous god like you with my presence in catching spiders. You very clearly have it under control.” He looked down at the smaller cat with a smug look in his eye. Just as it was about to screech his ear off, Baal- with a swift flick of his wrist, teleported away. 

                                                           • End •

Skrunkly Bois!

They are so skrunkly 🌘

- Incorrect Security Breach Quotes -

Freddy: ..Men..are kinda hot...

Roxy: I think women are hot...

Chica: Women are hot!

Bonnie: They're both hot...

Monty: Everyone is hot!

Foxy: Why is IT SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE???

Happy Valentines Day! :p Here's a black heart bonnie for you all.

Ya know I didn't use to like valentines day, cause it felt like I had to conform to society's standards and find someone to love if I didn't want to. Like, I remember the kids in my class asking me if I had a crush even though we were basically 9. I didn't get it, so I would always say 'no one' or point to the most random person and hope they didn't say anything. Thankfully, they usually didn't and ran off. Nowadays though, I'm really happy when valentines day rolls around cause that means lots of chocolate In the store! And the next day it's all discount so I can get some for me, my siblings and my friends! It's great! Anyway, hope you enjoy the drawing. Maybe ill make a colored version for him.

(if you don’t mind reblogging this post, that would be groovy ^_^)

Incorrect Fnaf SB Quotes

Bonnie: So, Monty is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Foxy:..why??

Bonnie: Because he keeps fighting the RACCOONS! *Glaring at Monty*

Monty: Well don't come crying to me when one of em bites your cotton ass!

- Aym and Baal Headcanons -

first post. lets see how this goes, yeah? I'm starving for Aym and Baal content. We love our boys

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 + Baal +

Flirty Aroace but cant understand when someone flirts with him

Baal is the older twin by 20 minutes 

The more distant twin in terms of getting to know others

Uses humor as a coping mechanism when stressed 

More of a physical touch lover

Baal loves and adores his brother more than anything, but will mess with him to hell and back, much to his twins annoyance

Back in the afterlife, Baal didn't really like Narinder and now that hes been resurrected there is a lot of underlying anger, hate and spite

Made sure Aym didnt fall for a lot of the really bad lies 

Only hangs around him due to the feeling of obligation and Aym

Despite him being the oldest and colder twin, Baal is a hell of a lot more chaotic and as a result more rebellious than his twin. He can and will bother several people in one day and link them all together to cause the most dramatic shit for no reason

On a good day hes mischievous and funny little goofball, who'd you have to stop from being a little thieving shit. 

Him and Aym are pretty acrobatic

The physically stronger twin

Caused the cut on Ayms eye, still feels a little guilty on the really bad days

Really good at social cues and communicating

After being resurrected, he convinced Aym to run away and explore with him, and find their mother. They stay a short walk away from her now

The camillia he wore started dying a bit after being brought back. It crushed him

He ended up planting a lot of camillia around their house, that he took from the lambs cult

Calls Aym, Murder Kitty, Ayme and Moon Moon

- Aym -

‘Gay gay homosexual gay gay’ - Baal 

The more emotional twin but covers it by being aggressive and violent

Rants about his hyper-fixation if you ask him a single question

Not the best with social cues or words in general. He's trying

Preferred love language is words of affirmation 

Aym loves his brother but wishes he wasn't such an annoying shit a times

Aym has a more positive opinion of Narinder than his brother but does still feel the same anger and hate

Narinder caused the cut on his ear and manipulated him the most

Understands his brother's hatred for Narinder and does not show any animosity toward that fact 

still obeys Narinder to a degree even if he doesn't feel okay doing it

Not nearly as chaotic as Baal but chaotic enough. Unlike his brother, Aym is more subtle and chaotic. Sleeping in wild positions moving things around and causing a bit of a panic

On a good day, he's a little arsonist. He will burn everything

Can't cook for shit

He and Baal are pretty acrobatic 

The stronger twin in regards to magic

Forgives Baal for cutting his eye whenever he apologizes. Baal shouldn't have to feel guilty about an accident that happened 12 years ago

Took a bit of convincing due to fear and feelings of obligation, but ran away with Baal from Narinder to explore and find their mother. Has nightmares of him finding them 

Calls Baal, Baliel, Chaos Incarnate, and sunshine