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Helloooo!!
I realized I never did a formal intro so here is is!!
Austin || he/him || INFP || š: October 21
āļøHello you can call me Az or Squid! Iām trans masc and omnisexual. Iām looking to share my art and make people look at my Ocs. >:)
āļø I am a very anxious person and Iām terrible with social cues so please be patient with me and donāt think to hard about what I say bc I probably didnāt mean it :,)
āļø Iām a self taught artist. I do both traditional and Digital art and Iāve been drawing for about 6 years. āļø I love playing video games and reading and watching tv. Iām part of a lot of fandoms and I love making fanart and just generally posting about them. The ones I list below arenāt even all of them :,)
āļø Music is a huge part of my life and I listen to it like all the time. my music taste is very random tho and a lot of the songs are just one or two songs from an artist but not all their music
āļø I am taken by my super awesome boyfriend who I love very very much!! ā¤ļøā¤ļø
My Interests
Splatoon!!
BBC ghosts
IT movies
Stranger Things
Cult of the Lamb
The Owl House
Amphibia
Gravity Falls
Wings of fire
Animal Crossing
Rainworld
Stardew Valley
Vocoloid
Kipo
I Am Not Ok With This
The Music I Like
Mitski
Madilyn Mei
Vocoloid
Cavetown
Weezer
The Front Bottoms
Destroy Boys
Alex g
Mommy long legs
Dazey and the scouts
I hope to meet people and make some friends so donāt be afraid to say hello! :D
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.
The Worm
"Leader's younger brother... I have known him for over two centuries, he is still a bit of a mystery, but I know he is a good man.
Usually, he is never seen around the Cult grounds, except for parties and rituals, but since The Lamb's arrival, he has been spending a lot more time besides The Reaper.Ā
I know why...Ā
But I would rather die than say anything about it."
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)
Ok, I'm not the type of person that does ships, at max I make some jokes, but the Lamb and Narinder kinda got into my head ever since I started playing the game, AT LAUNCH. Have these first 2 pages for a comic idea I have, I just don't have any reasons do make the rest right now, so... Yeah...
Maybe I'll write about it one day...
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."
Shout out to this post for being labeled as mature? Why you may ask? No idea. Maybe Tumblr just doesn't like him.
I did it again, but the cat this time! For whatever reason, Narinder is always harder for me to draw. I suppose I'll just chalk it up to him being a bastard.
Artists are: @stychu-stych , @theshepherdshound , @bamsara , @aveloka-draws and @ane-doodles .
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.
I did it again, but the cat this time! For whatever reason, Narinder is always harder for me to draw. I suppose I'll just chalk it up to him being a bastard.
Artists are: @stychu-stych , @theshepherdshound , @bamsara , @aveloka-draws and @ane-doodles .
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.
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.
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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OH MY GOODNESSSSSSSSSSS DULCI LOOOKS SOOOOOO CUTTTTTEEEE!!!!!! WHAT OMG THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!!! ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
A quick thank you to everyone for welcoming me into the COTL community! I've really enjoyed my time here so far, and I love meeting all y'all and writing with you guys! So here's part one of some fanart of y'all's Lambs ā”
@mary-cross @hysterical-random-things @wormshirt @ivyrosebeep @asmodeusarts @clawsforalarm @thewisaaaaad @emorylighthoof @diosita-de-la-lluvia @loren737 @tectonicatomic & my own ā”
AAAUUGGHHHHHH ME ENCANTAAAAAA ME ENACANTTTTABAKSNDOSISNSLSKSLSKDLSKW NO TENGO PALABRAS!!!!!
Bunny special!
Well, here it is, the post to celebrate 300 followers in a row on Tumblr and 200 on Instagram
Emh I hope you like it, thank you very much for the support and for following the drawings of this schizophrenic person, I love you very, very muchš
Little Dulciter belongs to my dear wifey @mary-cross
ASAAAAHHHHHH NO WAYYYYYYYY IREEEEMMMMM IREEEEMMMMMMM WHAT A BEAUTY!!!! TE PASADTE NO PUEDE SER!!!!!!!!! BELIT AUGH ME ENCANTA!!!!!! QUIERO MĆS!!! DAME MĆS
Holis, duda, entonces, por lo que entendĆendo Abel perdiĆ³ a su hija, pero que hubiera pasado si no la hubiera perdido? CĆ³mo se mirara Irem de grande?
AAAAAAhhh what a great question, it's taking me some time to answer, especially because I wanted to shape the story.
Abel did lose his daughter, but if he had managed to save her, the story still has to fulfill the prophecy, so Abel and Narinder would use the prophecy to their advantage.
In this case, Irem would be a young woman with a strong and determined personality, a leader. She would have an impeccable education and would be the one in charge of the island along with Caleb's (Goat) children.
The three of them were raised by Abel and would be the ones in power until Narinder arrives. He would be killing the bishops under Abel's orders, but no one other than the two of them knows
I don't know, I just invented a whole story in my head HAHSJFJDJDJSJSJA
EspaƱol: Que buena pregunta, me tomo tiempo contestar, mĆ”s, porque querĆa darle forma a la historia.
Abel si perdiĆ³ a su hija, pero si este la hubiera logrado salvar, la historia tiene que cumplir la profecĆa, asĆ que Abel y Narinder, utilizarĆan la profecĆa a su favor, en este caso, Irem serĆa una joven con personalidad fuerte, decidida, una lĆder.
Ella tendrĆa una educaciĆ³n impecable y es la que se encargarĆa de la isla junto con los hijos de Caleb (Goat), los tres, fueron criados por Abel, siendo los que estarĆan en el poder, hasta que llega Narinder. Este estarĆa matando a los obispos, bajo las ordenes de Abel, pero nadie mĆ”s que ellos dos lo saben.
No sƩ, yo en mi cabeza me inventƩ toda una historia iekfkskd
TW: BLOOD AND VIOLENT!! The last of their kindā¦ truly what a cruel fate. (Before becoming vessel). Enjoy!!!
- the cloth that Puella lays in represents Narinderās cloak
LOOK AT THISSSSS TRRRRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Those times you said you loved us, was it meant for us or for her?
Iāve been seeing some Egyptian theme animation memes going around so, although I canāt do animation I decided to draw these two and ofcourse Abel @shadbells from my wife ā¦. Iām definitely not obsessed with Abel. I love drawing Dulciter down bad for Abelā¦ Hope yall enjoy!!!