#LET THEM BE NAKED NARINDER
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I DID A THING!
I'm not the best at this but I'm learning. I hope y'all like it!
#WERK IT LAMB#still can't believe he dresses you.#LET THEM BE NAKED NARINDER#made this to fit tictac#my art#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl lambert#cotl narinder#cotl ratau#narilamb#video#cotl aym#cotl baal
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Things I hope the devs of CotL don't do, but a part of me feels like they'll do anyways (or might already be doing):
Revive Ratau if we chose to sacrifice him. Like I said on a previous post, it would invalidate the weight of our decision, and would open the floodgates of "can we undo other heinous actions we do?" If yes, then why should we care about the events of the game if they can all just be undone?
Make the bishops so unlikable and unsympathetic to the point where the audience ceases to care about them. I know they already aren't the most likable characters due to their abrasive personalities (excluding Shamura), but people still find them tragic, so taking away that would just be the nail in the coffin. Unfortunately, this one already seems to be happening, if the description for the graphic novel is anything to go by.
Make Narinder seem like the good guy or otherwise have the story take a side in the whole "sealing of the one who waits" debacle. This kind of ties in when the previous bullet point (especially with the "already happening in the graphic novel" thing), but if they did this, it would feel like they're just pandering to the Narilamb fans by having the story bend over backwards for it.
Have the Lamb be this flawless, unstoppable, and perfect being who everyone (except bad people) loves and will never lose ever. This one is kind of self explanatory. If the devs decide to go this route, then I feel many people would cease caring about the conflicts if this game. After all, if the Lamb can't lose ever, then what's the point of caring about any the conflicts in this game of the Lamb? I will admit that this one is more of a "me" thing than anything else
Cure the bishops of their disabilities. Heal the injuries, sure, but not the disabilities, please. In my opinion, it would be very ableist to do this, as it would imply that the only way for the bishops to be truly happy is them being cured of their disabilities.
Have there be a "canon" interpretation of the Lamb. At the end of the day, the Lamb is a player-insert character, and the fun about those characters is that they can essentially be anyone and can have many interpretations. Making a "canon" Lamb would take away the fun of those characters. This ties into the other Lamb related bullet point somewhat.
Have the Fox and Midas become followers once we beat them. This is assuming we fight them at all, of course. This one is also very opinionated. I feel like getting them as a follower would be bad because it would A) imply they have a chance at redemption and personally I like the fact that we have at least 2 villains we can just hate (here's hoping to more!) B) let us treat them however we want, which means they could not get the punishment they deserve. And before someone says that you can do the same with the bishops (the whole "not getting the punishment they deserve" thing), they already suffered in purgatory, which counts as punishment imo.
Rely too much on toilet and "naked people are funny" humor. This one is another opinionated one. Personally, I'd prefer if we got more character-based humor (hell, maybe some surreal humor as well) than humor that only a child would laugh at. I do want to post this one on the suggestions channel, but I'm afraid of the backlash.
I'll probably add more onto this when it comes to mind
#cult of the lamb#cotl leshy#cotl lamb#cotl shamura#cotl narinder#cotl heket#cotl kallamar#cotl ratau#cotl fox#cotl the fox#cotl midas
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The Basics of Chemistry (Chapter #1)
Next: Chapter #2
Synopsis: A scientist has a bit of an accident in his lab. Alone, scared, and hurt - will he survive the night?
CW: Accidental shrinking. Adult Language. Non-sexual nudity. Minor injuries. Angst.
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Simon leaned over the bunsen burner, watching the clear liquid start to heat in the little glass tube. Narinder had left hours ago but Simon couldn't pull himself away from the research and he was still working well into the night. They had had a breakthrough with the serum. It had successfully shrunk some of the cells in the culture earlier in the day and Simon wanted to recreate the experiment just to make sure it hadn't been a fluke. They had been working on this project for months now and this was the first real reaction they had gotten.
Simon glanced down at his notes, absently brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. He shuffled through a pile of papers on the counter. Notes were scribbled all over with a chaotic excitement from earlier and he knew he was going to have to do some heavy editing when he typed them up. He narrowed his eyes, trying to read his own handwriting of something he'd hastily scribbled along the edge of the paper. So much for concise and detailed notes. He smirked to himself as he leaned his cheek in his hands, finally feeling the first signs of exhaustion creeping in. How many hours had he been here?
A sudden noise brought his head up. The damn bunsen burner! He'd let his thoughts wander and the serum was boiling over. He grabbed some tongs to try and save it when the glass vial suddenly shattered, sending glass and boiling drops of liquid all over his face and neck. Simon jerked back, closing his eyes quickly but feeling the strange bitter taste of the liquid in his mouth. He turned the burner off before rushing to the sink in the corner. He slurped water greedily into his mouth and spit out what he could of the bitter taste. He splashed water on his face and neck to try and wash away any of the burning liquid that may have touched his skin. The never-used emergency eye wash was turned on and Simon cleared his eyes just to be safe. As quick as he’d been to react, he was worried about the bitterness in his mouth. It was starting to trail down his throat despite all the spitting and rinsing. Damnit damnit damnit.
With shaky hands, he turned the faucet off. Narinder is going to kill me. Rookie mistake. I'm too tired to be doing this tonight!
Simon pushed away from the sink. He turned to survey the mess he'd just made when a wave of dizziness washed over him. Panicked, he swiveled instead towards the desk where his cell phone was. He took three steps towards it while the room spun and shifted and then he suddenly felt himself falling. It felt like the floor had fallen out from under him and for a surreal moment, he was in freefall. When he landed, it was within a pile of warm fabric that covered him completely. For a moment he just lay there, stunned. He wasn't dead. But something was very very wrong.
When the world stopped spinning, he slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. The first thing of note was that he was completely covered in fabric of a light blue color that looked just like the button up shirt he had been wearing. The second thing was… he was naked. The obvious assumption of what had just happened made him start to tremble violently. He stood up, reaching with his hands to push up on the fabric, holding it above his head as he carefully made his way towards light. What he saw when he emerged was the last thing he wanted to see. The desk he had been rushing towards now towered above him like a four story building. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was standing at the opening to the sleeve of his shirt, holding open the cuff that now looked like the mouth of a cave. He'd been shrunk. It seemed impossible, like some bad science fiction film. For a moment he just stood in a daze, craning his neck to stare at the giant laboratory stretched around him.
The cell phone.
Simon snapped out of his daze and moved towards his desk quickly. If he could get to his phone he could call Narinder. He tried not to panic as he jogged around the perimeter of the desk, desperately looking for a way up. When he found the dusty surge protector underneath, he felt his heart soar. His eyes tracked the cords upward and he groaned at what he saw. The desk was one of those fancier ones that had a channel that cords could be fed through in order to keep things neat and tidy. The cords disappeared into it, effectively cutting off all access to the top. Simon sank down to his knees, trying not to completely shut down from panic. The cell phone was off limits. So was his computer. The only thing he'd had in his pockets were his wallet and his key card to get into the building. It was nearly ten o’ clock and there was no one else in the building that he knew of.
The only thing he could really do was wait for Narinder to get there in the morning and hope that whatever this serum had done to him, it wouldn’t kill him in the night.
Simon rose slowly to his feet. He wrapped his arms around himself as the cold air and the linoleum beneath his feet gave him goosebumps. There was nothing he could do. He had effectively trapped himself on the floor of his own laboratory. He slowly trudged back to the pile of clothes while his mind was lost in thought. His breath began to quicken and he felt himself start to lose it. Simon paused and closed his eyes tight. No. It was going to be ok. He was going to survive the night. Narinder would be here in the morning and they would fix this. Except it had taken months just to get the serum to shrink things… Simon shook his head, trying to brush away the negative thoughts that were threatening to overtake him.
“You're going to be okay.” He said the words out loud as he sank down onto the edge of his giant shirt sleeve. He wrapped some of the fabric around him. “You're going to be okay. This is fine. You're going to fix this.” His voice started to steady the more he spoke to himself, reassuring himself. It was going to be okay.
It was at that moment the lights in the laboratory clicked off. Simon looked up with a groan. Damned motion sensor lights! He waved his arms to try to get them back on but he was far too small to trigger them. The only light in the laboratory came from the streetlights that flooded into the windows from outside. Everything suddenly looked far more ominous in the dark with massive black shapes and the eerie shadows cast by what little light there was. Anything could be lurking nearby and he’d never see it. His thoughts drifted to that huge wolf spider he had caught under a cup two weeks ago. Simon shivered and pulled the cloth closer around him like a shield. “You're going to be okay.”
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The night wore on while he stayed huddled in his sleeve. Simon must have eventually drifted off to sleep because he was startled awake by the sound of the doorknob jiggling. He sat upright and scrambled to his feet. Thank god! Narinder! … Except it was still far too dark for it to be morning. He watched warily as the door to the office swung open and a massive human shape filled the opening. There was a terrible rumbling sound like thunder and Simon clapped his hands over his ears, stumbling back from the source.
All at once the lights in the lab lit up, half blinding him. He stared up at the figure as he blinked away the bright spots in his eyes. The night custodian. He was an older man with gray hair, sporting a t-shirt with the name of the cleaning service, and holding a broom. He was pulling a giant custodial cart behind him that had its own trash can and was piled high with cleaning supplies . He was bobbing his head to whatever music was playing in the earbuds he wore. Simon froze as the man's eyes zeroed in on the pile of clothes on the floor. The custodian made his way over, each of his footsteps sending tremors through the ground. Simon didn’t dare move. Could he trust him? Would he help him?
The giant custodian didn't seem to notice the tiny man as he idly nudged one of Simon's brown loafers with his own dusty work boot. He leaned against his broom and considered the pile of clothes with a frown. Near the sleeve of the shirt, Simon took a hopeful step forward. It was all the motion needed to have the man's head turn and his gaze snap to Simon. The old man gave a yell that felt like it might burst Simon's eardrums and the broom was swung up into the air. Simon didn't wait to see if it would come back down. He turned and ran. There was a huge gust of air behind him that nearly knocked him down as the man took a swipe at him with the broom. Simon ran as fast as he could towards the door - the closest thing resembling safety to him.
With another ‘woosh’ noise, the broom slammed into him, and Simon’s feet suddenly left the ground as he was sent flying towards the door. He made himself go limp, wincing as he hit the ground and rolled several times before coming to a stop beneath the custodian’s cart. He lay like a landed fish, gasping for air, before adrenaline had him pushing up to his hands and knees again. The man’s footsteps were thudding towards him and it was all the motivation he needed to get moving again. Simon took off out the doorway and down the hall right as he heard the rumbling of the cart being shoved aside. There was loud cursing behind him as the man fought with the massive cart that had gotten stuck in the doorway. Thank god! A moment’s headstart was a blessing.
Simon’s chest was burning from exertion as he continued to run desperately along the wall. He was out in the open now, with nowhere to hide. Going into the hall had been a stupid mistake but it had been the only choice presented to him at the time. He just hoped it wouldn’t lead to his death. The man must have gotten the cart out of the way because Simon could hear the booming of his footsteps getting closer and closer. There! A door! Simon dove towards it, grabbing the underside with his fingers and pulling himself beneath it so quickly that the rough wood left scratches down his chest. He barely felt the pain as he surveyed his new surroundings. It was dark here, but it looked like the stairwell near his lab. Stairs lead downward into complete darkness. He made a judgment call, running to the top of the first step, grabbing hold of the edge, and dropping himself down to the next step. His tiny feet had only just touched the ground when he heard the door to the stairwell swing open. Pressing himself tight to the stair riser, he clapped a hand over his mouth to try to quiet his frenzied breathing. He could hear the giant panting heavily on the step just above him. Simon stood still, hoping that he couldn’t be seen from his hiding place, that the custodian wouldn’t give more than a cursory look. There were several tense seconds as the giant hovered at the door to the stairwell before he finally left and the heavy door closed with a booming thud that echoed all around.
Oh thank god. Simon wilted, sliding down to a sitting position on the step as he tried his best to catch his breath. He’d nearly died! That man had nearly killed him, thinking he was some sort of rodent. As his adrenaline faded, he suddenly felt the sting of the scratches on his chest, as well as the throbbing of his right shoulder where he’d hit the ground. The darkness of the stairwell was absolute and suffocating.
You’re okay. You’re okay. He whispered the words to himself as he waited for his heart rate to slow down a bit. When he’d finally caught his breath he cautiously pushed to his feet. He had waited long enough that hopefully the custodian was done with his office now and he could return. Turning back to the step, Simon jumped, trying to grab hold of the tread on top, only to realize he was too small to reach. Desperately, he tried again. He tried running and jumping. He tried climbing. Nothing worked and he finally collapsed on the step, blinking away tears of exhaustion and frustration. He couldn’t very well stay in the stairwell all night but he also couldn’t return to the lab. He needed to get help. He needed to find a phone. Simon turned his head towards the stairs that led down into the darkness and groaned. Only one way to go. He felt his way over to the top of the next step and lowered himself down, falling the last few inches down to the next one. One down… many to go.
He lost count of the stairs. He’d gotten up to nine before he gave up counting. His body was trembling from the exertion and he was losing energy quickly. When he hit the next landing he had to follow along the wall, keeping touch of it for fear that he might fall off the edge of a step in the dark and go tumbling down. Each step was a battle of wills, a battle to keep himself going when all he wanted to do was give up. His whole body was screaming at him and each drop from a step down to the next jarred his whole body. When he got to the last stair, he all but fell down it, landing on the ground and laying there for a moment. He could see the dull light beneath a door, and he stared at it longingly as he caught his breath. With a groan, he forced himself back to his feet and walked over. Simon squirmed his way carefully beneath it, pulling himself out into yet another hallway that looked identical to the one he’d just left. The laboratory was in one of those large office complexes. There were several labs and medical practices in the building. There was also a plumber, an artist, a holistic medicine practice, and two real estate companies. He had no clue who might be on this floor so he picked a direction at random and started to walk.
The muscles in his legs were aching and painful, and Simon felt as if he’d been beaten up. He had to force one foot in front of the other as he moved his way down the edge of the hallway. Everything was dark and the only light was from the exit signs far in the distance above the stairwells. A door broke the monotony of the endless wall and Simon nearly cried with relief. He tried his best to crane his neck and read what was written on it, but there was no use. The perspective and the darkness wouldn’t allow it. He got down on his stomach and pulled himself beneath it.
The room beyond was dark, but flooded with light from the parking lot outside. After the utter darkness of the hallway and the stairwell, it felt positively bright in there. Simon looked around him, trying to assess where he was. It seemed like a large, open space with lots of counters. The artist perhaps…? He didn’t know her name, but he’d seen her walking to and from the building plenty of times. He’d always been too shy to talk to her; she’d seemed warm and bubbly and way out of his league. Simon made his way towards what he thought might be a desk. He could see a phone up there and a desktop computer. Cords trailed down over the side. The desk chair was pulled back slightly and whoever sat there had draped a soft cream-colored cardigan over the back. The cardigan had slipped a little and one sleeve was pooled on the floor. Simon gravitated towards it instantly. He had nothing left to give. All his energy was gone and his body was aching.
The cardigan was so soft and he groaned quietly as he laid down against the fabric, tucking it around his body and making a little nest. Just a nap. A quick nap… and then he’d try to scale the cords up to the desktop. He closed his eyes, let his body fully relax, and was out almost instantly.
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