#narinder feels a little bad

[lilbitosunny]

is my stupid "make this kiss" one the only good request one you got I'm so sorry. Gimme... Gimme some angst, gimme the immortal turmoil, gimme the enemies to lovers we all crave

The Lamb begs for complacency

Just some minor emotional angst for the au I'm cooking up :3

[Text: I can't have you planting seeds of doubt. I can't have you disagreeing each route. I need you to always be devout and comply with this. Or we'll all die in this. Okay.? "..okay."]

Song is Luck Runs Out from Epic: The Musical

#digital art #art stuff #art #narilamb #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl narilamb #cult of the lamb narilamb #narinder #lambert #cotl lambert #cotl comic #cult of the lamb comic #fanart #fan art #narinder feels a little bad #just a smidge #as a treat

[spiderin-space]

Lil doodles and things from the past few weeks or so

Also maybe sliiiiiiightly suggestive beneath the cut? Jic-

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #cotl bishops #Idk I always like to be safe than sorry whenever something could be even slightly suggestive #so they’re stuck in prison for now #nyways some of these sketches were from before I redesigned my Lambskdkd #thinking about how they mention patching themself up in After The End and the quote wouldn’t leave my head #and I am Very Normal about Shamura’s quotes #I really need to just make a second file so I can experience everything again #also cause I feel bad about sacrificing Ratau in my main/canon playthrough ): #besides all of that uhhhh just more Timeskip stuff #Leshy continues to be an agent of chaos #little acts of intamacy….. hmngh #and then the saga of Narinder Being Mad Fana Is Taller Than Him 😩

[bleeding-seraphic]

I love your white collar AU, narinder being a dad has gotta be one of my favorite things ever

can you share some random wholesome facts?

Sure lmao

Narinder homecooks almost all his kids’ food and feels really bad that he’s barely decent at it

Heket, in her district, is notorious for putting on a disguise and frequenting restaurants without warning to satisfy her cravings, so the restaurants must always be on their A game

Forneus owns a little book shop

Narinder spent the first year of being a father to Aym and Baal passing out at his desk with Parenting 101 books

#asks #cotl au #white collar au

[ghosts-and-glory]

Gonna be honest, no idea what that last asker was talking about when they said Narinder deserved purgatory more. The guy is messed up, don't get me wrong, but the sheep genocide was completely out of his control. There isn't even any evidence that he got locked up for anything other than inventing a way to revive followers!

Narinder is much more palatable than the bishops and the fandom tends to forget that making him pissy/angry all the time is actually pretty ooc (ESPECIALLY considering the time it took between updates). He liked you as a god, he was mad for a while as a follower, AND THEN HE SAID HE RESPECTED YOU AS A GOD BEFORE YOU EVEN FULLY FINISHED HIS QUEST LINE!

Tldr; Narinder isn't as bad as the bishops, torture is cringe unless it's character building :)

That cat spent a thousand years being punished, let him rest. He’s been punished for his betrayal, a thousand years of it. During the game his crime is trying to escape a prison that he would never be allowed out of. He’s given no opportunity to reform, no time to rest and no end in sight.

I do enjoy it when follower Narinder is a bitch, I just want him to be mean to me is that too much to ask?

I’m a chronic adhd rambler and I hate scrolling by long posts. More thoughts on Narinder under the cut.

I do think this bit of dialogue is telling.

If you resurrect he seems to imply that resurrection is what started him towards his betrayal. He points out specifically that that there are no other gods to stop you from playing with life and death, this action makes him see himself in The Lamb. His reaction to the funeral is more reserved. Maybe he’s disappointed, maybe he feels some level of relief that you wouldn’t repeat his actions, maybe a bit of both.

And there’s his dialogue after his defeat.

I was originally gonna say something about his murder dialogue but I got distracted by how fucked up he is. Narinder, baby, I know you’re the god of death but begging to die is not normal.

But yeah the point that he seems to respect the Lamb’s godhood kinda supports my game theory that the Lamb is more death than Narinder. At the end of his godhood Nari was corrupt, driven by revenge and power. Depending on your actions as the Lamb you are now either walking the same corrupt path as he did, respecting the natural order of life and granting rest, or a bit of both.

I do think its easiest to love Narinder out of all of the npcs in the game. Yeah okay he’s evil in that good tumbly sexler man kinda way but he’s also the character with the most content. He has the most dialogue, you meet with him the most, he’s got the hardest boss battle with unique mechanics. I get why he’s the fan favourite and why people like Narilamb, what gayer than being character foils? Nothing.

He’s my little meow meow and I’m mean to him cause I love him. Mwah.

#my post #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #I want to pick apart these characters so much #spinning nari in my head #Nathan Drawfee said tumbly sexler man and I haven’t been the same since #ask

[ane-doodles]

Hello! Love your multiple Lambs and your artstyle! You, me, @poppy-purpura, and @agnusloomis are the only ones I know of currently with multiple Lambs. Tell me of your Sorrow and Fondness Lamb, and also the Showman. How did those two come to be? Drink water plenty. May a kind week grace you.

Yayayaya! At first I tried to resist having so many AUs... but in the end it's something that makes me happy, even if I'm not able to write/draw a good story for everyone in the end.

Oh yes rambling time LETS GO!! (notice that a LONG post is coming)

Suemy (Fondness & Sorrows AU) This is born from a kind of "What if" from Chain for a promise, in which instead of Avana being the last lamb, the one who survives is her twin sister Suemy.

If you have had the opportunity to read my little ramblings previously you will have an idea of what this entails, if not I will tell you already: in CFP the tragedy occurs two days before Suemy's wedding, she and her partner being the first to die, followed by the parents of the family and finally Caleb (the older brother) who dies protecting Avana.

However, in F&S the formula changes: Caleb and Suemy's partner are the first to die in order to give the sheeps time to escape, but this does not last more than a couple of days since both are found easily and in an attempt desperate to protect her sister, Avana dies, leaving Suemy alone as the lamb of the prophecy.

Suemy is someone sweet, kind, I originally designed her based on the image of a princess with a heart of gold and a soft and melodious voice. So here she is now, heartbroken, alone, incapable of attachment, completely detached from the cult and fulfilling a mission assigned to her while grief suffocates her. She becomes an untouchable and perfect figure in the eyes of her followers, but inside so small with a wound that she herself refuses to let heal and that bleeds her heart every day.

But, "oh lucky one... A god has set his eyes on her.

In two lives immersed in the sadness of loss and betrayal, both meet to perhaps repair a little of the damage accumulated by the passage of time and repressed feelings.

Narinder was initially hardened by the pain and frustration of his siblings' betrayal, combined with the helplessness of being dependent on someone else to free himself. A whirlwind of strong and changing emotions within him that blind his vision, focusing only on a revenge calculated for more than a thousand years without rest...

But a hardened heart is capable of softening in the face of the purest tears, and with a delicate hand the wounds can be sutured..."

This AU is a kind of Post-Canon bad ending Hurt/Comfort. There is not much plot to tell, it focuses mainly on the thousand and one ways in which Narinder cares for and pampers the lamb in order to make her feel good, while at the same time the desire for revenge (the main reason for being freed) is replaced with the desire to protect such a delicate flower that bleeds in his hands.

.......

Now, about The Showman... Funny story

This lamb was supposed to be my Lambsona, something for personal use to scribble among my class notes... But little by little it evolved.

The Box AU is a sort of "bin of discarded ideas" (it basically has all the ideas, scenes, and dynamics that I decided to leave out or modify from CFP but still enjoy). The Box AU is totally self-indulgent and I'm still amazed today at how far I've come in thinking about this AU (I've even considered twisting it a bit and turning it into an original story).

Anyway, the story in a nutshell: In short the game was broken.

Einar is a black sheep, they was separated from the group due to superstitions, but they never took It the wrong way. They became a kind of traveler/storyteller when they abandoned their flock, thanks to this they was the last lamb to survive.

The lamb is strong... Too strong actually, but they lacks any battle skills which makes them die often (it's based on my save file, because despite playing on easy mode I'm terrible at combat). Frustrated with this, they decides to find another way to complete their mission of freeing The One Who Waits.

By chance, they discovers a book with ancient knowledge of the gods of the ancient faith, where there are multiple rituals forgotten by time. Thanks to this, they learn a way to invoke the god of death and free him from his punishment!! ...But with the price that he is now trapped in a mortal body with his powers reduced and a suppressed rage towards the lamb.

Even so, Einar considers it a victory and offers to help him rebuild, expand and please the cult, so that through devotion his powers return, but of course, the crown is missing.

It turns out that the crown is "stuck" to Einar's head, as they were designated as the perfect vessel, which is why the crown rejects the cat's attempts to retrieve it. On one occasion Narinder reviews the ancient book of the lamb and discovers a possible solution to his problem... A union ritual. Once he and the lamb unite the power of the crown will be divided, then it will be a matter of getting rid of the usurper.

Either way, this won't be so easy. Since in this AU Narinder and the lamb don't really know each other (the ritual happens before confronting Leshy). So there you see Narinder behind the lamb trying to convince him of a marriage while Einar rejects him a thousand and one times without the slightest interest and trying to discover a way to grow the cult.

I love the dynamic between these two in this AU. A combination of comedy, silliness, misunderstandings, adorableness, and a manhwa-style romance (because hey, the marriage of convenience trope has to come from somewhere).

I like to imagine that between Narinder's frustrated attempts to conquer/convince Einar, he gradually develops a special affection for them, while for his part the lamb sees the god as a companion, a friend and someone with whom maybe they wants to identify himself in some way (you know... A black sheep and a black cat)

And well! This is a kind of summary/introduction!!

I'm sorry for making such a LONG text, but I really like thinking about them and the idea of sharing a bit of my brainrot was too tempting to contain...

F&S doesn't have much material currently, but I'm drawing a couple of sketches from time to time (still figuring out how to do Narinder's post-imprisonment design).

On the contrary, Box AU has a considerable amount of material, scenes, ideas, sketches and even its own shitten with a sequel! So if you're interested in that let me know and I'll make a super post dedicated to this AU.

Have a wonderful day!!

#ane talking #A LOT #oh my.... #cotl #cotl au #fondness and sorrows AU #Box AU #ane doodles yay! #cult of the lamb

[kori-dearest]

Aoughh lamb designs 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 design notes under the cut

Pre genocide:

- in my heart sheep society was a small closed city with many, smaller nomadic groups, mostly moving around to sell luxury artisan goods like wool and textiles <333

- The Vessel (who I’ve named Latifamb, I’ll explain it later) was a traveling guard for one of these merchant groups, hence why he is already skilled with many of the weapons The Crown provides.

-the way sheep names work is a lamb gets a given name, and their family’s suffix is put at the end of that name. So The Vesseel’s given name is Latif, and his family suffix is -amb.

-i love tassels, so a lot of their clothing is tassel based <3

- their colors are mostly blue to make the white of their wool look even whiter.

-cleanliness is wildly important to Sheep, as their wool is their livelihood.

- Latifamb keep his wool as long as he can without it getting in the way of his work, mostly because his coil pattern is perfect for many of the crafts his partners enjoy making.

- he has a husband and two wives, all of whom he adores with his entire heart <3 this is shown with two earrings in his left ear, and one in his right, all three handcrafted by the spouse they represent <3 one of his wives was pregnant, and he was preparing to have a nose piercing to signify his new role as a father when news of the Bishops’ genocide came.

Sacrifice:

- Latifamb was out of the city on a job when the news first hit, and though the group tried to return to their city before it got really bad, they were too far away to make it in time. Latifamb’s family was gone, and he removed his jewelry to signify their passing- only leaving the earring of his pregnant wife in hopes that they would meet again, and he could properly meet his son.

- he did his best to protect his group, but eventually failed, and ran to protect himself. He feels an unimaginable about of shame for leaving them, despite the fact that they were dead long before he could have saved them.

-he becomes malnourished and thin, his wool oily and falling out from stress.

- he develops a limp in his right leg, one he never seems to shake

- he was finally captured and put to sacrifice, his clothing ragged and his wool dirty, wishing for nothing but a quick death and to see his family in the afterlife.

-instead, he became The Vessel.

Cult Leader:

- Latifamb continues the Sheeps’ naming convention, allowing each follower to keep their given name, and just adding the Amb suffix, because they are all his children now <3

-he learns that death is not the end for sheep, and reconnects his earrings- as well as gets a nose ring for his never-born son

-as the years go by, Latifamb forgets his own name, only remembering his family suffix. The One Who Waits calls him The Lamb, so… that must be his name.

- there are very few animals with wool left, so locking his wool seemed the easiest way to keep it protected.

- the lamb adorns his locks in gold rings to signify each of his followers, removing and replacing them as his flock grows and wains.

- he still needs shearing now and then, and he makes a minor celebration out of it- mostly a feast, and he makes a show out of teaching his disciples how Sheep would handle their wool and make crafts with it, allowing younger followers to use his wool in their own works.

- he is a gentle, quiet soul. He treats his followers fairly, and would do anything for them. He’s very well known for his occasional rambling life lesson stories- if you ask him for any advice he’ll give it to you, but you definitely have to hear one thousand years of Lamb Lore before you get a straightforward answer.

-he visits Narinder often, mostly to chat between missions. Though he adores his followers…. It’s much easier to talk to someone who actually understands the loneliness of eternal life.

-he has a little pouch on his ankle which he keeps a single coin in. He gives it to Narinder every revival as a small “tithe” for revival. Narinder never asked for it, nor does he ever require it, but they’re both so used to the habit that they just can’t seem to stop.

#art #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb

[a-grayscale]

I’ve been really into Cult of the lamb recently, and one of the things I find absolutely fascinating is the bishops + Narinder and their injuries regarding the see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, think no evil, and do no evil scheme, and how that points to how the bishops acted and were portrayed before their injuries even without some of the dialogue, as well as how drastic their behaviors and mentalities must have changed after.

Narinder is the most obvious with this because before he was chained and sealed away, he was doing things that were perceived by others to be evil. (I couldn’t find a solid source of what it was specifically he did other than betraying the bishops, so let’s leave that to interpretation) Whatever it was he was doing, the other bishops considered to be bad enough that they imprisoned him for 1000 years with very little movement overall, and hence taking away his ability to really DO anything.

Shamus’s is another great example because seeing as they’re the god of war, as well as considered to be the brightest of the bunch and very wise, it only makes sense that they’d think an incredible amount, and considering the war part it only makes sense that they’d therefore THINK evil in the way we see evil being done DURING actual wars. So the injuries to the brain obviously must hinder this and leave them to be a mental shell of what they once were mentally, crown or not. I find it incredibly intriguing to think that before they lost a majority of their brain function that they were probably far stronger and far more deadly than we face in the game because they could think of so many ways to destroy an enemy, evil or not, and how limited their thought process was post injury.

Kallamar is a bit tricky seeing as we only really hear Kallamar as a cowardly person, but considering he’s the god of pestilence, which throughout history has time and time again looped over famines as well as wars and (obviously) deaths, it’s safe to assume he heard many evil things, and when you hear something especially from family or people you love and trust, you tend to absorb that thing into your own ideology. With that logic, I like to think Kallamar was hearing and thus absorbing these beliefs as he heard them from his siblings. Post injury, however, I think he probably had a very difficult time hearing in general, and considering the betrayal of Narinder would no doubt affect his ability to trust even his other siblings, I feel like he’d stop absorbing the ideologies his siblings had, for fear they may betray him too.

Heket, we learn, was the more fearsome or aggressive out of the siblings. She no doubt would have been loud about her beliefs, evil or not. (I’ve had experience with aggressive people, and one trait they tend to share is that they are LOUD about their opinions) To say Heket most likely was a loud and very vocal bishop with what she believed is an understatement, I’ve no doubt she would have preached ferociously before her injury about what she thought should go. Post injury however, she would have to have lost some of that ferocity due to not having a proper voice outside of using her crown. Without her crown as a follower, she barely speaks because she most likely is in a lot of pain when she does, and I have no doubt that there was still pain speaking even before she lost her crown, her throat was ripped out! So she probably had to be careful not to overexert her voice even with the crown, and thus I think she wouldn’t have had the energy to be as loud and ferocious speaking her truth, because she would’ve been in absolute pain to preach like she would have before her injuries.

Leshy is by far the most difficult to analyze with the pattern here, I mean he’s the god of chaos how does that relate to seeing evil? Then it hit me like a stack of bricks, Leshy was they youngest and thus probably looked up to his siblings. Effectively WATCHING and SEEING evil. And from seeing his older siblings doing all this as well as being the youngest sibling, I’ve no doubt he copied them just like younger siblings normally do when they look up to someone. With that logic, pre injury I think he was probably very observant with his siblings and wanting to be like them. He’d see his sibling talk or act a certain way and go to copy as younger siblings do. Post injury, he can’t do that anymore because he can’t SEE them do these things so he doesn’t have a visual as to WHAT they’re doing. Plus, he’d probably be hesitant to blindly copy his older siblings after Narinder, his big brother, clawed his eyes out!

these are just my takes on their before and afters and how they do or would act as a result of everything, but whether you believe in any of this stuff I typed out or not I hope you found some enjoyment out of it! I think my overall point is that theorizing about all of this is just really cool cause there’s a lot of possibilities as to how they were affected physically and mentally. :)

#cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #i’m a dumbass #thanks for reading this bull crap #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[unknownanomoly]

Narinder ref sheet be upon you! Cats are quite easy to draw for me so this went by much faster then Lambs ref sheet! I have never seen a brown Narinder, or tbh a Siamese Narinder, so I love that this actually turned out looking ok! Also his little butterfly friend he has! It wasn't suppose to be a big thing but I just kept drawing him with it, so now he has a friend butterfly, hehe! He was found by Shimura with the crown near him, Shimura of course raised him and the other bishops. He never knew his real family, or if he did he forgot them completely, (blame Sin). He named sin, and also treated sin as a pet but a best friend at the same time. After a long world war with gods he got bored of how everything was going, so he went to Shimura and they gave him knowledge, that he really should not have had at all. He attacked his siblings, then got locked up, and the rest of it gets played out how the game plays out. When Narinder was defeated and spared, being sent back to the real world and to the cult, he could not remember anything besides attacking his siblings, then anything after that (being locked up, lamb, baal and aym) was forgotten. Lamb lied to him, making him believe he was just found. Lamb started doing this a lot to him, as he didn't want this Narinder, who knows like nothing and wants to apologize to his siblings, to know that Narinder ordered lamb to kill them, and a lot of other things. After Narinder regained most of his memory he confronted Lamb, only to have a panic attack and faint. After that day he became pretty much emotionless, or would act like Shimura. He found his butterfly friend one day and now treats it like family, as he doesn't interact with his own much anymore. Lamb and him got married, but it was more forced and to gain more faith for the cult, Lamb doesn't really feel bad, and Narinder can't feel, or at least doesn't show that he can feel.

#mistaken #au #my au #cotl narinder #cotl #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb narinder #cotl art #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb art #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb narinder ref sheet #colt narinder ref sheet #narinder ref sheet #narinder #ref sheet

[mosslingg-sideblog]

so i have this idea for a lil comic but I won't be able to draw it for like a week so i wrote it down in a form of a ficlet so I don't forget and i decided to post it here because why not. it's not the best because I don't write often but well. enjoy!

They were sitting next to each other in silence. It was dark. Narinder's bare, skinless arms felt cold, which he knew shouldn't be possible, but alas.

It was a nice evening, as far as evenings went, even despite the fight he and Lamb had earlier. Even though often blood and ichor was spilt, their violent interactions somehow always made evenings nicer.

They didn't talk after their fights, usually. They just enjoyed the silence while both of them slowly healed. Narinder could already feel his broken nose hurt less, and the black eye he gave the Lamb faded already. Moments like these were... Not peaceful, exactly, but something akin to it.

"How did you bear it?" The Lamb, suddenly, spoke in a quiet, unusually somber for them tone.

"Bear what?" The cat answered, even though he already knew what the Lamb was going to say.

"The burden of godhood." Narinder saw, in the corner of his eyes, how his vessel pressed their knees to their chest. "Every hour of day I'm aware of someone dying somewhere. Each day the feeling grows stronger. How did you bear it?"

The cat went silent for a moment, thinking of a right answer. There wasn't one. There was no way of making this sound nice.

"I got used to it." Was what he decided to say, "As the God of Death I didn't have any other choice. After some time, the feeling becomes a part of you. A constant presence in the very core of your being."

The Lamb was silent.

"But," Narinder turned his head towards Lamb a little, his eyes glowing red in the darkness, "After some time, maybe decades or perhaps centuries, you'll realize it's not necessarily bad. After all, death takes but also gives, be it experience to those who survived or reunions to those who didn't. Afterlife is kind to those who are worthy of it. It reunites families and gives souls their peace."

Lamb was staring at the former God of Death. Their eyes were glossy, almost as if they were about yo cry, but whether that was a trick of the light or not Narinder couldn't be sure.

After a few moments of silence, Lamb spoke again, "Do you miss it?" They asked, the question spoken in a whisper as if it was some sort of a secret shared only between the two of them.

"Sometimes I do. Sometimes not at all." He looked down at his arms. Despite being freed from the tolls of godhood, they remained an ichor-black bone. They were the only proof of his previous status, along with the bright red scars on his wrists; remains of the chains that held him for a millenium.

Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked at Lamb, whose head was rested against him. Their eyes were closed, though he knew they weren't asleep.

He looked up at the starless sky. Even if for just a moment, he finally felt at peace.

#if you have any questions about what's going on here ask away #cotl #cotl fic #narilamb #fanfic #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl lamb

[leothetraveler]

after being reminded of how much narilamb dominates the cotl space, I remembered this little lambket/shroomwool idea and decided to write it out. Admittedly it's a little light on Lamb/Heket interaction as its TOWW POV, but I feel some people will just be happy this exists at all. enjoy.

The One Who Waits laughed heartily as the lamb emerged before them, having just slaughtered Kallamar. Leshy had already fallen and the path to Heket has been open for some time. “Kallamar was always a coward. This land is a better place now his pathetic, sniveling carcass is nothing more than a mound of rotting flesh.” Narinder grinned with malicious delight. Another traitorous sibling fallen. Another step towards freedom. This lamb was all they were prophesized to be. “Now. Finish what you started in Anura. I do not blame you for seeking Kallamar after he showed his cowardly nature, but Heket still lives. Strike while they remain vulnerable.” He could see the lamb shift their weight. They were trying to hide it, but they were clearly uncomfortable with what their lord had commanded. Narinder thought back to the lamb’s last encounter with his sister in Anura. The lamb had hesitated when Heket left. They stood there, as if afraid, before they continued. “Do you fear her?” The lamb was startled, clearly woken from thought. “Do you fear Heket?” The lamb shook their head, the bell they wore jingling quietly. “No, my lord. I do not.”

Narinder regarded their vessel for a moment. “…why did you hesitate?” The lamb looked confused, so Narinder clarified. “Whenever you face my sister, you hesitate before continuing your crusade. I thought it fear, at first, but you claim otherwise. So why delay? Why go to Anchordeep when she laid defenseless? Speak.” The lamb hesitated, purposefully avoiding his gaze. “I just wanted to get some crystals. The lighthou-”

“L A M B.” Narinder cut them off, “do you take me for a fool? Even now, you clearly do not wish to face the yellow crown. I demand the truth. Or else.” The lamb cowered slightly at the threat. They wringed their hooves and mumbled an answer. “Speak up!” Narinder growled. The lamb repeated, but still too quiet to be distinct. “LAMB!”

“I SAID I THINK YOUR SISTER’S HOT, ALL RIGHT?!?” The lamb’s confession echoed through the quiet gateway as the three cats present stared at the vessel in communal disbelief. “You…what?” The lamb crossed their arms and looked away as their face turned red as carmillas. “…your sister's attractive…so I feel a bit bad about killing her.”

It took all of Narinder’s strength not to lose his composure. “…but letting her watch the others fall is much better? You are crueler than I gave you credit for.” The lamb slunk at his words. “Either way, you must slay her to free me.”

The lamb looked between death’s attendants, mulling something over, before addressing their god once again. “My lord…when I free you, I assume I will return to mortality, yes?” Narinder could not suppress a growl of irritation, which was shortly echoed by Aym. “Why is this important? You have angered me enough.” The lamb took two steps forward, their uncertainty disappearing. “I would like to request a reward. For all I have done in your name. I would think such is fitting, yes.” Narinder could guess what they wanted. What charm has his sister put over his vessel? …No. Heket knew nothing of charm, magically or otherwise. This delusion was purely of the vessel’s mind. “If you think I will spare Heket her due punishment for your sake, lamb, you are gravely mistaken. Even if I were to grant her mercy, she would not be with you any sooner than she would bow to ME. Enough delusions. Go.” And with that, the lamb relented, returning to their cult. As they left, Narinder sighed, wishing to relax and forget about the lamb’s horrid delusion.

“To think the prophesized lamb would be such an unworthy vessel.” Aym broke the short-lived silence. Narinder hissed at him, causing them to shrink away. They knew they were not given permission to speak. Baal also flinched, having been cut off from speaking their mind as well. “It matters not,” their master assured themselves, “as even if the lamb offered such, Heket would never accept it.”

“I can’t believe Heket actually accepted.” Narinder spoke to himself as Heket walked the aisle of the temple, the music drowning out his words. His siblings, now mortal, stood beside Narinder. Leshy mirrored his disbelief, thinking the lamb must have made some sort of bribe or threat. Kallamar, ever the soft fool, was more concerned with the beauty of the event and couple as they pointlessly tried to wipe the happy tears from their eyes. Shamura, of course, was simply happy for their sister and stood quietly with them in the front row.

Despite both betraying him and cutting all of them down twice over, the lamb had somehow made peace with his siblings and won over his sister’s heart. If it was not happening in front of Narinder, they wouldn’t believe it. Heket’s smile faded for a moment as they looked at their disapproving brother, which made his cold heart sink, but she continued to smile brightly as she took her place at the lamb’s side. Narinder watched the ceremony but didn’t care for the words. Looking at his sister, he tried to remember the last time he saw such a genuine smile on their face.

Unknowingly, Narinder smiled slightly. At least his sister looked better in a wedding suit than the lamb.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl heket #lambket #shroomwool #lamb x heket #also the idea was just the one line of “i said your sister is hot alright?!?” #I thought it was funny and wrote a whole story for just that line

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Shamura meeting a spider s.o who isn't really apart of the cult and lives the life of a traveler but visits from time to time and members consider her to be a 'big sister' and people love to come to her for advice...

like she'll be pulling pieces of debris, leaves, twigs, pieces of mushroom, etc. from the lambs wool (which she had lectured him about a few minutes prior like "Lamb, you got this in your wool AGAIN?? I will not allow you to continue to talk to people when you basically have a FOREST in your wool, sit down and let me help you.") and Shamura is there and I feel like they have real deep conversations, maybe s.o telling him their story after a while, how they think that they might be from the Silk Cradle but aren't sure because they were taken when they were young and raised in the mountains ... just a little thing i thought abt haha

"I-I can assure you, [y/n]..I don't need-"

"Oh no, you absolutely do need this." You tutted as you made Lamb sit down on a tree stump, picking bits of mushrooms and leaves out of their wool.

They winced as you harshly tugged on a twig that was especially embedded in it, casting it aside once it was plucked free. "I need to do my morning sermon," they grumbled. "Can this wait until-?"

"There's still a few more hours till noon. I will not have you walk up to that podium with your wool being a literal Anurian forest! How do you keep letting it get this bad anyways?"

"I-"

"Actually..don't answer that."

"But...!!! Ugh, fine." With a pout, the Lamb sat with their cheeks puffed out, remembering that they couldn't order you around...as you weren't one of their followers. So you didn't have to abide by any of their rules.

You were a nomadic spider who traveled all across the Old Faith. Your heart desired adventure, but every once in a while it would lead you back to these temple grounds, and you'd witness Lamb's cult growing steadily with each visit.

When they weren't around, their followers would flock to you, having grown accustomed to your frequent appearances. You carried a lot of knowledge during your travels, so you'd share stories of your recent journeys and offer advice to those who asked for it.

Whether it's about something personal or just how to navigate through a domain safely, you had plenty of answers for most of them. Some followers even looked up to you as a sister, which made you happy.

The most important part of your visit, however, was ensuring Lamb looked their best before they went to preach in the temple. You always caught them after they return from crusades, finding them covered in earthly debris without a care in the world.

If this new "god" of the lands wanted to be taken more seriously...they had to look presentable to their followers.

But even so, they were quite the fussy one; stubborn like a child: Bleating constantly, kicking their hooves, and sometimes even demonically hissing if you suggest they removed their crown for a moment.

They only acted that way because Narinder saw you preening their wool once and mocked his former vessel until your glare shooed him away.

Fortunately, Lamb chose not to argue with you any further, making your job easier to finish.

It took a few more minutes, but their wool finally looked a lot better, so you sent them on their way to preach the Red Crown's gospel after bidding them farewell.

Whatever debris you plucked out of them went into a bag of silk you've crafted for yourself. Surely you can do something with the twigs, leaves, mushroom stems, and pumpkin seeds they carried back to the cult grounds--you couldn't let any of that go to waste.

"Greetings, traveler. Back so soon?"

The familiar voice made you perk up, looking to see Shamura standing there with a book in their hands. It seemed to be one from Silk Cradle, detailing trap layouts and designs.

You smiled. "Hello, Lord Shamura. And yes. I like to come and go as I please."

".....forgive me, but your name slips past me.."

"It's [y/n]."

"..ah yes, yes...Sister [Y/n]. Welcome back." They bowed their head politely. "I do have a question, if you have the time."

"Of course." You nodded, before frowning as you noticed the somewhat troubled look on their face. "What ails you?"

"...hm?" They blinked. "Do I look sick?"

"Oh, no. I mean..your expression. I've seen it on other followers, and it's usually because something's weighing heavily on their mind-"

"Why call me "lord" if you have not served under me?" Shamura abruptly interrupted, confused as their gaze went to the open book in their hands. "I have seen many spiders in Silk Cradle...but none quite like yourself. If only I could remember..were you a servant? A warrior? A merchant...?"

The more they struggled to recall, the more ichor began leaking through their bandages. And you could see it was physically paining them, too.

It made you wonder how they ever survived losing the Purple Crown, but then again it probably took a miracle from the Lamb to give them a fighting chance--a second chance.

Even so, you felt bad for Shamura. Their memory gaps kept widening despite their desperation to remember things and continue reading.

"Oh dear..allow me to hold that for you." You gently took the book away from them before the liquid could splatter all over the cover, closing it up. "I didn't grow up in Silk Cradle, but I'm sure I was born there. I only remember being taken up to the mountains..perhaps my family became deserters who disliked the violence."

"Hm...under my ruling, deserters would have been swiftly found and jailed."

"I see-"

"No, no..that's not it...they...would have been swiftly found, tried in my court, and publicly executed." They corrected themselves, huffing. "My apologies."

"...oh. Then I guess I'm glad we weren't ever found out." You awkwardly chuckled, having much preferred what they said before. "It seems your memory has been improving since the last time we met."

"Yes, indeed...indeed it is.." Shamura nodded, before you both heard the tolls of the temple bell, signaling that it was time for the sermon. "The Lamb calls..they are speaking now." They looked to you. "Shall we go together, [y/n]?"

"Sure." With a smile, you linked arms with them. "But as a fair warning, I tend to hang around the back and just listen."

"As do I, my friend...as do I." A tiny smile formed between their fangs. "I hope Lamb's wool isn't covered in earthly vermin anymore."

"It's clean as a whistle." You reassured, smiling back at them, before you two headed towards the temple.

Perhaps you'll stay here in the cult for the rest of the day. Just to spend a little more time with Shamura.

You enjoyed the company of a fellow arachnid.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #follower shamura #follower shamura x reader #shamura x reader #platonic #female reader

[lilpuffyart]

Posting this here just bc I doubt I'll finish this ever

It probably has a lot of writing mistakes and I wrote this months ago instead of sleeping so don't expect anything good :p

Forneus had a simple life. While she was traveling, she would look for food, be it fruits, vegetables or fishes. When she made her stop in her habitual spot from each realm, she would knit something. Be it toys for a few kids she would find on her journeys, or be it some piece of clothing.

And since she was just a friendly traveler, she wouldn't have many issues with each place she went, having sold items for the bishops of the old faith before, and her appearance gave the old Gods some kind of comfort for knowing she wouldn’t do anything drastic. But now, with the bishops gone and the anxiety of who would now rule each place, she sometimes found it hard to travel, especially now.

Forneus wasn't a fool, she was aware that she was aging, but the black cat had her most precious gifts back.

Her children.

When The Lamb and Narinder had brought them back to her, the old cat felt like she was dreaming, touching their faces in an attempt to be reassured that it was real, that she wasn't, yet again, dreaming they were there. Forneus felt alive again that day.

With her kittens back, however, she had to teach them all the things that her mother had taught her once.

And that was what she was doing at the moment.

"Sweetheart, you're going to hurt yourself that way", Forneus said softly to her son, Baal, who was so focused on the yarn that he attempted to turn into some kind of garment. While not looking at her, the gray kitten still paid attention to her words, moving his ears in her direction to show that.

Baal took a quick liking for knitting and sewing, something that impressed his mother. And the interest in it started just as fast, she remembered fondly. The tall cat had awakened before his brother one day, and made his way to their mother, who sat outside their comfortable caravan while knitting. Forneus was sitting comfortable there, stitching the yarn to later turn it into a sweater for one of the children. His eyes followed the object, picking every small detail and curve she was doing with the needles.

He, however, still had a long way on it.

“I can’t make this knot”, he huffed sadly, admitting defeat when he put the yarn and needle on the ground. “You make it seem so easy…”, the young cat sighed and brought his legs close to his chest. Baal felt bad for letting his mom down. After being away for so long, he wanted to desperately make her proud.

But he heard a soft chuckle coming from his side and Baal looked at his mother.

“Oh, sweetie, there’s no need to feel frustrated over this”, she purred softly and rested her paw over his. “You have a lot of time to learn how to do it. Take your time”.

He moved his ears a little bit and he blinked while staring at the ground. Baal was always used to memorizing and then getting things right. Unlike his master and his brother, he never had much patience for these things. He moved his tail back and forth and looked away.

“Let me help you, Baal”, Forneus said while reaching for the needles that were in her son’s paws. His soft dark eyes lighted up with the idea of his mother teaching him something that was so important to her. “First, you

“Oh, sweetie”, she meowed and brought him close to her chest. Even though he was taller than her, Forneus’ hugs always made him feel like a kitten all over again. “I’m already proud of you”.

Baal hugged his mother back, letting her warmth embrace him. He then closed his eyes for a few minutes, feeling the summer sun on his back. Baal huffed and lowered his ears.

“Still”, he murmured. “I’m going to finish this scarf for you”, the black she-cat laughed warmly at her kitten’s stubbornness.

—

Aym was different from his brother, for he liked to be on his own, away from everyone. Not that he disliked the company of his family; he loved it, but he easily felt overwhelmed around others and would wander off for a while.

It didn’t take him long to get to Pilgrim’s Passage in these walks and to take fishing as a hobby. His family needed to eat anyway, so he assumed it would be a useful hobby to have anyway.

Once a week, Aym would make his way there and sit on the small and old deck. Normally people wouldn’t bother him much there either because he was fishing or because he seemed to never like to be bothered. He never minded the company of his mother, she seemed to always understand his boundaries well and would always have a big smile and a few encouraging words to say to Aym whenever he caught something. It was contagious.

“Aym”, she called from behind him, broughting him back from his thoughts. “Did ye catch something?”, she said softly, a small basket was being held by her big paws. The sweet smell of strawberries that was coming from the basket was enough to make his mouth water.

“No”, he simply murmured. He sounded disappointed at himself and Forneus was quick to pick the hints of it.

“We could go back, my heart”, Forneus meowed softly to him, moving her basket to be held by only her left arm. “And come back tomorrow in the morning when the fishes are fresher”.

“No”, Aym inhaled and then exhaled heavily, feeling the pilgrim’s soft breeze enter and leave his lungs. “I’m going to wait longer”, he said softly and flicked his ear.

The old maine coon looked around. It wasn’t late, and the sun hadn’t even started to set yet. She figured that keeping her child company wouldn’t hurt her old body. And even if it did, she would never trade a change to stay by his side.

So she gave a tired sigh and made her way to the end of the dock and sat down next to Aym. The black cat could feel the soft and salty waves hit her feet and she found herself surprised that she wasn’t as against the feeling of it as she thought she would. It was relaxing.

“You should eat something then”, she said as she gently brought the basket close to him. The cat smiled softly at the other cat that slowly picked the basket, as if waiting for some kind of approval from his mother. Aym was careful to put it on his side

#i remember it had another part but too lazy to look it up rip #anyway #cult of the lamb #forneus cotl #ah sorry for any mistake btw when im 2riting sometimes i make up words when i cant remember them #or i qrite a really weird word bc i get them mixed up #aym cotl #baal cotl #puffy writes

[teemingwindow]

This is a fan recap of the crown and bishop au

chapter 1

So it starts with Shamura being born then abandoned (very sad) shamura then gets brought to a sanctuary we’re they grow up and learn the art of random fucking symbols, It’s called the old faith alphabet

Then some time passes the sanctuary gets robbed, attacked, blown up if you will and Shamura is on the run all by their selfs, no family, friends, not even a moth. But they do have these weird funky hats called crowns. There’s a red one (edgy crown), the blue one (the no bitches crown), a yellow one (I’m going to kick your ass crown), a green one (I will eat everything in sight crown), and a purple one (the smarty pant’s crown). Of course Shamura being very smart picks the purple one.

Some more time passes and Shamura finds a (ugly) helpless squid, Shamura feels bad very bad for him so they take him in and calls him kallamar

More time passes and Shamura with kallamar finds a black cat, Shamura thinks umm this cat is probably a orphan because his family is not with him so Shamura scoops him up and welcomes him into the family, his name is narinder

Like a week later or mabye 2 seconds (we don’t exactly know) Shamura finds a tadpole beaten and bruised kinda like they just whooped some ass, so Shamura said in exact words “yoink”. Heket has joined the party

A couple more years into the future Shamuras is happy with their little family, everyone is growing up so fast, kallamar is like 10 and still ugly, narinder has easily became Shamuras favorite, and heket is not a tadpole anymore and has evolved into a full frog.

Shamura was content with their family, no more orphans, no more being lonely. Just happy thoug-.. what the hell is biting me? Shamura turned around and found a little earth worm biting them, at first narinder wanted to eat it because idk, but Shamura said naw and thought of something else, they said fuck it and let him into their family. +1 worm, his name is leshy.

Even more years later everyone was growing up, so Shamura gave everyone a crown

Chapter 2

Kallamar of course got the blue crown, heket got the yellow crown, leshy got the green one, and finally narinder got the red one.

Shamura was happy with there little fight force of orphans and then they traveled the lands, seeing sights and never fighting again, happy end-. Bitch you thought instead Shamura said fuck it again and with her orphan squad Concord the entire lands and made a whole religion where people worshiped them and kallamer still has no bitches imagine that getting a whole religion around you and still no hoes.

The lands changed forever, the lands worshiped Shamura and their orphan gang, but they thought that name sucked so they just got called bishops, and that’s where the story ends. Shamura is happy, they got a family, a religion, and whole alphabet, what more could you ask for. But not just the lands changed… something in narinder changed…

Narinder was become real edgy when he had the crown on, like *real* edgy. He thought “man I only get one fifth of this religion, nah thats wack I want the whole pot, I want it ALL!!”

So he made a plan to kill his siblings and take all of the power and glory and more power. So one day when the whole family was in one place he finalized his plan and attacked. First he gave Shamura a lobotomy, then bitch slapped kallamar to the ground and took his ears, he slit hekets throat and finally stabbed leshys eyes.

He had did it, he won the fight, until the other bishops said he was wack and then they attacked him, they used their crown powers to send narinder into a place I would call the death realm (or purgatory). They made sure narinder could never leave that place.

So after doing that they tended to their wounds, leshy is blind, heket can barely talk, kallamar can barely hear and still got no hoes, and lastly Shamura has short term memory lost. But then they drank some milk to get rid of the debuffs and everything was ok.. not really Shamura still can’t think that well.

chapter 3

There the story ends, narinder is stuck in purgatory, and the other bishops still rule the lands… until narinder said in EXACT words “man this place sucks, there’s not even an Xbox up here. Ah fuck it im going to give the next person who dies a deal to live once again but they most kill my siblings and revive me.” And he did just that

His first vessel was a raccoon named gaap, he liked to tinker with death and revive people. But he somehow failed narinder and was removed as a vessel, oh how did he fail? Idk jir still hasn’t told us come back in about a month:D

This went on for a while, Vessel after vessel, somehow dying to leshy who was basically the tutorial boss, I would name them but I like to keep my sanity so here’s some honorable mentions.

There was frog named Ayranor, a old ass deer named Margaret, a caring cat named pudding (clap here), a purple dog named jay and lastly a red panda named Elon mus-.. just Elon, he was a capitalist of course (boo here). Now Shamura felt bad for narinder because he sucks at picking vessels so Shamura gave narinder some kittens so he would stop trying to kill them and calm his ass down, he did not calm his ass down.

Now we get to a rat named ratau who has a brother named ratoo, he was a vessel for narinder but he quit because he did a bad, what bad? You should know what to expect (thanks jir). Now ratau might have or might not have found a little lamb and raised them (he called them lambert), but the bishops found the lamb and we’re going to execute them because they might be animalist

when the lamb died they went to where narinder, and narinder gave them a deal to kill their siblings for him. Without a button to say no lambert said yes and unlike the other vessels lambert actually played the binding of issac and killed all of the bishops, narinder was happy, he finally won. His siblings were dead and now he can rule the lands once more AND DO SO MUCH MO-…where’s my crown.. hey lamb can I have my crown back?

chapter 4

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY NO?!?!? Narinder was pissed, even more pissed than when he got trapped in purgatory, so he sends his minions, aym and Baal the same kittens that Shamura gave him forever ago there no way they would los-..and there dead…

Aw fuck it, if you want to do something you better do it yourself narinder said. After many years trapped, narinder is ready to fight for the red crown and take the power he deserves, he’s going to kick that lambs ass and win this figh-.. and he’s dead.

To recap lamb killed all the bishops, girl bossed narinder, and became the new god of death. But before lambert could celebrate they had to deal with narinder one more time, do they kill him and show no mercy or let him live and show mercy to one who would show no mercy…a though choice one would say, but lambert said in again exact words “fuck it” and spared him because tbh he kinda hot.

And that’s where the story ends for real this time, lambert is the new god of death and they can go back to their cult and live happily ever af-… why is there a giant gate where narinders gate used to be? Why is there a giant angel thing standing at said gate?? Lambert probably very confused talked to them, they said they were a higher being(or something). We will call them their true name, space soup. Space soup said to lambert“you fucked up lamb, the lands are uneven because you killed all the bishops, so you are going to revive them and make the lands whole again”

Again lambert with no, no button said fine and went off to do space soups biding. So off lambert went to do the thing………..

oh you want to know what happens next? well you can find out via jirs game she made, that’s right this whole thing was a ploy to make you play her game because I respect her time that she worked on it, thanks for reading and have a good day:b

Credits

Lore and au maker: jir

Recap maker: teem

Person paying for teems therapy from all the codes he had to solve: no one :(

#cult of the lamb #crowns and bishops au #cotl lamb #cotl shamura

[the-one-who-lambs]

THANK YOU FOR THE FIC RECS🫶🫶but I also have one more question.. are there also any fics that show nari and his siblings making amends.. bc damn I need that and idk how to find good stuff tbh sooo ya

Oh, absolutely! Welcome back!

We, Each Point of a Star is my own series of drabbles about the former Bishops adjusting to the cult. The situation is still a little tense. There are only a few drabbles posted as of now, but in the next couple of days I should be posting a new part that will effectively double the word count of this series.

Tangled Webs Make for Poor Destinies by daydreaminganewworld. Shamura has to re-adjust to their new life in the Lamb's cult. Narinder and Shamura are trying, but there's still a bit of palpable tension, as there should be. Dialogue is written exceptionally well in this one!

To Be Forgiven by @megsiepoo. Megsie has great narilamb shorts too but I'm particularly attached to her Bishop family dynamics. It's a drabble so I won't spoil too much, but Narinder tries to ask forgiveness.

For Love and Hate Go Hand In Hand by celequinox. This one is Heket-centric, which I really appreciate because she doesn't get the attention she deserves as a character. She has a lot of grudges to let go of. Still a WIP.

Finding Peace by @seiko-yume. A nice drabble about Leshy and Narinder making up.

Steeple of Red Dreams by @robinrosenthal. The entire work is worth a read, but what you're looking for begins in Chapter 7. So well-written, and feels decidedly realistic because Narinder's progress is not linear.

Finally, my absolute favorite is blood moon blues by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Pretty heavy trauma processing, hurts so bad I can't help but adore it. Emotions are raw and intense just as they should be.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #cotl #fic rec

[rainbowolfe]

I'm going to speculate on the bishop's canon relationships using seemingly unrelated tidbits from the game.

Cauliflower and pumpkin eaten on their own cause illness, but when combined with beetroot it makes a dish that increases loyalty. And yet, beetroot can't be eaten on its own.

Shamura, Heket, and Kallamar are THE unit. I could see this going one of two ways: A) individually, Heket and Kallamar are terrible (personality wise) but as a trio Shamura brings out the best in them. However, Shamura is emotionally dependent on Heket and Kallamar. OR B) On their own, Heket and Kallamar are bad leaders but are at least able to garner a following one way or another. Shamura either can't lead or has trouble inspiring others to follow them (I lean towards the latter), but when they combine their methods they form a unit that inspires a large, loyal following.

The Meager Mixed Meal is the only meal that combines berries with something else. Minnows only drop in Anchordeep (unless you have Neptune's Curse). Morsels are gained fro all regions.

Leshy's closest relationship is likely Kallamar. Or at least, he works best with him. Leshy being a being of chaos, while Narinder, Heket and Shamura are beings of tradition and order, I can't imagine they work very well together at all. But pair Leshy with Kallamar? Then the two of them can work with any sibling successfully, via Kallamar facilitating compromises.

To add on to that, "chaos" and "pestilence" actually go hand in hand. The first horseman of the apocalypse brings about both of those things.

Applying similar logic to the Modest Mixed Meal, Kallamar and Heket can work together well in very specific, rare circumstances.

Fish based meals and cauliflower cause followers to drop resources.

Coward he may be, Kallamar's value as a bishop and as a brother likely comes from what he provides outside of combat. Resources.

The crystals that make up all of Kallamar's decorations are the same ones found in Silk Cradle. You'll also notice Silk Cradle has massive crystal formations growing, while Anchordeep only has small ones.

Kallamar probably loves Shamura the most. How crushing it must be that Shamura does not feel the same. He finds beauty in their temple, likely because of these crystal formations. Yet he also feels inadequate compared to Shamura.

But also, Shamura comes to Kallamar's rescue after he goes crying to his temple to hide. Instead of Kallamar challenging Lamb to a fight on the final run (like Leshy and Heket did), Shamura shows up and tells Lamb to come to Silk Cradle. They love their pathetic little brother 🥺

The eyes on Narinder's statue are closed. The eyes on all the bishops statues are open.

Closed eyes mean a lot of things in a lot of different places, but being that Narinder's statues were always this way (pre betrayal), I think it means that Narinder can see more than the other bishops. In a figurative sense.

In all of the bishops domains, there still exist statues of the red crown. They're built similarly to the trophies you can get for yourself, but they're altars due to the pedestal they're built on. These altars are surrounded by camellias.

Overall I'm very curious about the dynamic between Leshy and Narinder, because there's clearly something there. These flowers that did not grow before Leshy came to power, persisting around these altars no matter the region. These flowers that allow the red crown to heal any ailment.

The angst in me wonders if it was Leshy's chaotic existence that spurred on Narinder's desire for change, which ultimately led to all their downfalls. Another interesting observation: Leshy calls Lamb unworthy of the crown, same as Narinder. Post-recruitment, Leshy refers to Narinder as "dear brother".

But also the fact that these altars still exist at all. Maybe it's more akin to a memorial. Whatever the reason is, the bishops did not seal Narinder away out of malice. And they do not want him forgotten. The bishop's statues become ruined in their absence. The crown altars still stand after a thousand years.

Narinder goes out of his way to call Kallamar his brother. Clarifies that Kallamar was afraid of what he represented, and less so anything he had done.

He may be a pathetic, sniveling, coward, but he is STILL NARINDER'S pathetic, sniveling, cowardly brother.

But seriously, freed from his prison and humbled by Lamb, dude still loves all his siblings in the end. Except maybe Heket-

#cult of the lamb #cotl kallamar #cotl #cotl shamura #cotl leshy #cotl narinder #cotl heket

[meatcatt]

Hello!! I found some of your art on Pinterest so I went searching and I found your twitter which led me here! I reallllyyyy love your art!! It's so cute. Especially how you draw Shamura- They're just a little bean!!

I also adore your Redo AU! Especially how Narinder is getting babied by his siblings haha. Makes me wonder their reaction would be to Lambert (Who I feel so bad for. They did not deserve this, the poor bby)

First off I want to say thank you for liking my art work, it means the world to me that though I have left the cult of the lamb fandom behind (mostly) that my blog and the art I’ve made can still be enjoyed by fans new and old. Redo au is my baby, and I’m glad so many people enjoy it despite its lack luster writing haha…

I have struggled to answer this ask because I want to make it clear you aren’t the problem. But I also desperately need people to know.

The reason I left the cult of the lamb fandom, and for awhile tumblr as a whole, was because my art work was constantly being stolen and re uploaded despite my wishes. Even with credit. And the main culprit was Pinterest (though YouTube and Reddit didn’t help).

I want to say again that this person, or anyone who found me through Pinterest, is absolutely not the issue. I also understand that part of having popular art in fandom is that it’s inevitably going to get stolen. I understand that. But it’s just. It hurts. Every time.

I cannot describe to you the mood killer it is to scroll looking for fandom stuff and see your own art work flashed at you. No credit and sometimes your watermark purposely removed. And the fact that it’s plastered on every page I have “please don’t repost my artwork even with credit” it feels like even more a punch to the gut. Because of those I considered even credited work stolen, because it deliberately goes against my wishes.

I know some people say “it doesn’t matter because you’re getting free exposure”. And they are right. This asker is exact proof of that. But! I post art work online for likes, comments, and reblogs. I know that might seem shallow but it’s true. I want to see people like my art, I want to see what people think about it. If I don’t I just keep it to myself or just show my friends which happens to be the majority of my work. Most of my stuff has never been posted publicly anywhere! And those likes and comments drive me, they make me want to create because people like my stuff! It makes me happy. And I can’t get that if someone steals it and takes it off site.

I left tumblr for a bit after discovering my entire tumblr had essentially been re-uploaded to Pinterest by a single user (most of the time it’s only a few of my most popular posts taken). Credit removed. I doom scrolled it for hours. I had to stop when I saw someone commented on my artwork saying “I love this art but who’s the artist, I can’t seem to find them anywhere?” I don’t know. It hurt.

I joined in stars and time fandom hesitantly, and after scrolling on YouTube got recommended a video that had my art work stolen in it. Not credit. And I’m heart broken. Maybe this shouldn’t hurt me so much. But it does.

#meat talks #vent #again asker thank you for your kind words #you seem wonderful #i hope me using your ask as a jumping off point doesn’t startle you #i just needed to get this off my chest