Cotl Lamb - Blog Posts
Narilamb art disguised as rendering practice
The two crown bearers somehow avoided each other before their performance.... Wonder how they'd react to each other's outfits.
Festival of Sin
A celebration of all things devious to get it out of all the cultists' systems. With a special dance from the Leader and the God of Death.
I'm working on the 50 Questions for the Lamb and Narinder, but I had an art idea I wanted to get out of my brain first. It'll be finished soon. I wanna know, do you guys wanna see my speed draws of my art?
Bbg (gender neutral) is going through it
Hehehe I'm making a thing
The crown is so tired of these disaster gays. Narinder and Lambert still duke it out even months after their battle.
Narinder chose to stay in his rags as an act of rebellion against the cult. Doesn't wanna wear the symbol of his usurper after all. He gets some proper clothes once him and the Lamb warm up to each other again.
Bonus: Rat Dad gets involved šØš
A big thanks to @bamsara for helping me discover this song in one of their Narilamb playlists. Bam is an amazing artist with a bunch of great COTL fanart and an equally amazing fanfic. 100% recommend checking them out if you haven't.
(Better look at the final image)
Haha even more fan art of a game I'm mildly (not so mildly) obsessed with. This is my personal interpretation of the Lamb after their fight with Narinder (The One Who Waits). Very tired, very ragged, very sad. I'll most definitely be posting more Cult of the Lamb stuff (this game has a death grip on my soggy, smooth brain)
Our Great Leader
"Things didn't go smoothly at the beginning. I have to admit, our leader died countless times before we made great progress. But that is what made me admire him, no matter what, he would not give up.
Not on The Lamb, not on us."
"As the decades went by, our leader grew stronger and wiser, the heretics learned to fear The Lamb once again, but most importantly, their Witness. But even then, he always had time to spend with us...
And the crops...
Well... Once a farmer..."
"... I do not recall most of that day... Just that... He begged for more time.Ā
Time to help his siblings get stronger, to teach them how to use their powers and aid mortals with them and how to survive in the new world.
Then... I recall organizing his journals and finding drawings for new robes. I took no time to begin making them, I just wanted to do something to help him.
I'm not sure if it was in vain... Although he wears it... I have yet to see his smile once again."
"As The Lamb lives among us now, I believe these stories would fit well in a journal or a book of it's own, don't you agree?"
"Only if he allows..."
"Still devoted, I see. Worry not, I will ask him for permission, of course. However, you should go now, there's plenty to do at the temple."
"Ok, thank you for your time. Mister...?"
"My name is something I abandoned long ago... Refer to me as... The Fox."
(I definitely messed something up while writing this... I'm bilingual and all, but I'm still dumb and english is not my main language.)
"The last cat alive, at least as far as we know. My brother, Narinder. He's the kindest soul I know, but he has a dark past, and maybe an even darker future.Ā
I have known him for centuries, but have only seen his "demon form" once, but my memory is good enough for me to make a sketch of what I saw 6 decades ago. I'm afraid we will see it again, now that his Bishop, The Lamb of Life, lives among us. He's unstable. And only Leshy seemed to be able to calm him... Besides the source of the problem themselves...
I'll try to find more about this in the old books... I hope it does not take another decade to find something useful.
~Shamura"
(Did this during a lecture today... It was THAT boring.) (Still working on the comic, but ART BLOCK is a b*tch.)
(Fixed some things on the first 2, sorry.) 1-3/? (Maybe more, maybe not)
Donāt know what Iām doing here, but fuck it.
If Iām going to enjoy fandom stuff, I might as well do fandom stuff. \(-~-)/
Boom
~My shitty art~
I don't know how, but I saw that several people on Tumblr are drawing the COTL lamb in this way so I tried to draw it too
He worries.
He will never admit it, but he worries.
Thinking about lambs, whose culture was joyous and loud and vibrant. Lambs who had a dance for everything and a song to match. Lambs whose caravans could be heard marching melodies across the planes. Lambs for who even a combat was done in step to a waltz.
Thinking about The Lamb, who only knows the mourning songs. The Lamb, who only remembers the dances that require a blade in their hands. The Lamb who whispers sad melodies as they walk hostile lands. The Lamb whose only connection to their lost people is in the way they would spill blood.
The Lamb who sings and dances anyway, because while everything else may be gone, they still have this.
A group of hooded figures watch from high in the trees as a lone lamb picks flowers from the forest floor below.
"Something's off..." An opossum shifts in his perch on a branch. "The crown, where is it?"
The badger on the branch next to him flashes a manic smile from underneath his black hood. "That's the thing! They lost it! They're vulnerable. Grendal, you and me, we can be the ones to finally kill them."
Grendal fidgets nervously with the pick he grips in his hands. "The way I've heard it, they've fought gods Flitch. You think we can take that?"
The badger next to him scoffs, rolling his eyes at a cowardly opossum. "Please. All the power they've ever had, it all came from their fake god. Can a fake god stand up to the might of the bishops?"
Grendal shrinks down into his arms, "Well... no...".
"Exactly. And guess what, they don't even have their fake god's power anymore!" Flitch grabs his compatriot by the wrists, and shakes them, as though he could wring the cowardice out. "They've lost the crown. They're nothing now. Just a little lamb, waiting for slaughter."
"Right," Grendal gives the signal to the others waiting in the tree tops "just a lamb"
Half a dozen warriors drop to the ground below, armed to the teeth with picks, knives and magic of the old faith. The lamb is outmatched and outnumbered, all on their lonesome carrying nothing more than a basket of flowers, and a bag slung over their shoulder.
They hardly seem surprised by their sudden appearance. Stopping in their path, they simply stand there; hands folded in front of them, quiet and relaxed, waiting patiently.
"Just a lamb. Just another sacrifice."
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Grendal gapes in horror at the carnage around him. Corpses cut to pieces and burned bodies surround The Lamb, blood dripping down the steel of their blade as they stare at him expectantly.
It had all happened so fast; the violence, the killing. He believed himself to be an expert, but how many times has The Lamb danced this dance? Dozens, hundreds of times? How foolish was he to think he could fight that?
Shakey hands raise his pick at the lamb. They don't react. They don't need to. What threat could one fool pose to such an efficient killer?
There is a long, agonizing moment where neither of them move, each staring at the other, waiting for their next move. Eventually, The Lamb begins to step toward the terrified heretic.
Grendal drops his blade, falling prostrate before his target. "Please, spare me! I was wrong! I shouldn't have come after you!"
He hears the sound of hooves on dirt as they approach him, and flinches as they kick his weapon away. "Please..." he sobs "I'm sorry."
Gently, a bundle of flowers and two rolls of bandages are placed before him. "Your friend, the badger, he still breathes." They motion to a body leaning against a tree at the far end of the clearing. "Clean and apply pressure to the wound. Grind the flowers into a paste and lather it on the cut when the bleeding slows. It will stave off infection and help with clotting."
They rise from where they crouched before their assailant. "Work quick, and you should be able to save him."
"...why?" Grendal cautiously brings his eyes to meet The Lamb's. "Why not just kill us?"
Their mouth turns down, and eyes droop to the forest floor. "Because I never wanted to in the first place."
Currently attempting to write a lamb, but I like the idea that they are a scholar, or at the very least would wish to be one.
I have an idea that they were raised from birth to read and write, to analyze the people and world around them and write it down. To collect cultures and thoughts and ideas to place into a book as a living history.
The reason being for this is that they were born into a generation that knew it was going to die, so while the others were trained to hunt, kill and hide, this lamb was taught to record everything that was left before it was gone for good. A sort of desperate effort to leave something behind, in the hopes that someone will find it and remember them when they are all gone.
As a cult leader, this translates perfectly into record keeping and maintaining a detailed history of the cult and its inhabitants. This also means The Lamb is physically unable to let go of their past and the grief attached to it. They have it all written down and re-read it over and over because someone has to remember. Someone needs to keep some part of them alive. Someone must remember every detail and they don't remember the color of their mother's eyes. They never wrote it down they don't remember what was the color why didn't they write it down whatwasthecolorwhatwasthecolorwhatwasthecolor
what's a characteristic you've given your Lamb and why?
I'll go first: My Lamb talks a lot. They're a rambler, and I got the idea from spamming the 'B to Bleat' button in game. Lil dude has a special button to repeatedly make noise
A bunch of misc. doodles. Some is me trying to figure out how to draw a lamb, some is drawings of D&D OCs. Indavidual doodles below the break if I did this right.
Lamb. Lamby Lamb. Forever trapped between wanting a round sketchy art-style, a clean angular art-style, and not having either.
Pyre. Masked guy with a big sword.
Hephaestus. Man's got terminal RBF
He might be blind, but he can still see you.
Creature???
Call me a contestant on Hell's Kitchen that is being yelled at by Gordon Ramsay because I'm cooking up some Shit.
Making a fic about this, but to get to the existential horror we are going to have to go through some regular horror first.
Lots of people depict ascension to godhood in cult of the lamb as a horrifyingly dehumanizing thing. There are some cases where the lamb completely loses themselves or even becomes something more akin to a force of nature rather than a person. This is often foiled very well with Narinder learning how to be a person and enjoy the world around him. It results in the potential for a very interesting plot where the lamb is doomed by the narrative while Narinder can be saved by it. It does beg the question however:
What if they say no? What if they decide the story doesn't get to end that way? What if they break divinity over their knee and pull their still-beating happy ending from the open chest of the narrative? What if they never stop fighting for that life they never got to have, even if it is against the very thing that saved and enabled it? A narrative that seeks to doom them against a lamb too willful and stubborn to let that happen.
Pro tip! Instead of doom scrolling for 8 hours at work, doodle your favorite lambs! Then hide them from your coworkers so they still think you're normal!
Artists are: @stychu-stych, @theshepherdshound, @bamsara, @aveloka-draws and @ane-doodles.
Lots of people depict ascension to godhood in cult of the lamb as a horrifyingly dehumanizing thing. There are some cases where the lamb completely loses themselves or even becomes something more akin to a force of nature rather than a person. This is often foiled very well with Narinder learning how to be a person and enjoy the world around him. It results in the potential for a very interesting plot where the lamb is doomed by the narrative while Narinder can be saved by it. It does beg the question however:
What if they say no? What if they decide the story doesn't get to end that way? What if they break divinity over their knee and pull their still-beating happy ending from the open chest of the narrative? What if they never stop fighting for that life they never got to have, even if it is against the very thing that saved and enabled it? A narrative that seeks to doom them against a lamb too willful and stubborn to let that happen.
Fluffy little comic. I have no idea how people make these so fast.
I find it very interesting how in Cult of the Lamb, even though you may begin the game as an innocent lil guy with only the best of intentions, you do eventually become the villain. Sure you may try to do it as little as possible, but manipulation and murder are a necessity to complete the game, and even when you are given the opportunity to avoid it, it makes the game harder for you. The bishops are bastards but by the end you aren't all that much better than them. This results in a lot of people in fan content showing very morally grey if not outright evil lambs. Lambs who are twisted into manipulative or violent gods. Lambs who are still kind, but only as a mask, or lambs who crave flesh and violence but do not know why.
This does give me an idea for an AU. A Lamb who is a paragon of kindness and empathy. Lamb who is so scarred by the violence committed upon them and the ones they loved, that they try to erase it wherever they find it. Lamb who does not even find joy in purging heretics because they too are people with lives and dreams.
Lamb who's morals and ideals are so incredibly at odds with what they are tasked to do and the world they find themselves in. Lamb who fights tooth and goddamn nail against a world that would see them become just another monster. Lamb who is so antithetical to the cruel divinity that seeps into their flesh that it rips them apart. Lamb who feels so much that they need to give and give that they need to be held back from throwing themselves off a metaphorical ledge by the very god they usurped. Lamb who fights their own corruption at every turn, forcing themselves to go mad.
Is this anything at all? It's hardly a new idea I'm sure but I find it to be an interesting one.
Lol, remember when I said that their design would probably change?
A few reference sketches I've done for a potential cotl AU. We will see if anything comes of it, but these will probably change drastically if I continue to draw them. Still, it's neat and I put more work into it than I probably should have.
I am changing up Dulciter and Narinder a bit, something more to my liking. Besides that, I wanted to make some doodles about how they first met. So for those of yall wondering āhow was it so easy for Dulciter to marry Narinder as the crown bearerā, they already knew each other before the extinction of lamb and before the prophecy. Had fun doing these! Hope yall like! Might expand more on their past.
OMG I LOVE ITTTTTT AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OMG ISNDKSKWKS I HAVE NO WORDSSSSS THEYRE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! AH!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
@mary-cross hereās your cookie lamb. I left the name and quote blank so you could fill them it. Thanks for letting me draw your lamb
Song: Odi et Amo . My Au: After the Lamb defeats the bishops, they accept to be sacrificed for Narinderās freedom. Dulciter loves Narinder and empathizes with how heās been chained for centuries; but the pain of his betrayal truly cut them deep. Here is Dulciter as crown bearer and their complicated relationship with Narinder. I will be working more on showing how they interact since I donāt think I have much on Dulciterās time as crown bearer, enjoy!!!!
WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!! AAAAUUUHGHHH
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