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skillzissuez · 2 months

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1000 years is such a long time to rot. And an even longer time to forget

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mosslingg · 1 month

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*scutters off into a conrner giggling*

(part 2!)

#woe angst be upon ye #cult of the lamb #cotl #doodle #my art #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl art #cotl narilamb #cotl fanart #godhood and its consequences

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unwri-ten · 4 days

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ACTIVELY giving your brain voices the 5 megaphones taped to each other. I like kissy.

THE DEMONS WON FELLAS

#im supposed to draw angst goddammit #i can only draw them having fun and being cute #im a fluff advocate #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl #cotl narilamb #cult of the lamb #teniseeart

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asavt · 30 days

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Idea that wouldn't leave my head, like many others

#my art #fan art #digital art #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #narinder #how tf do you tag the lamb?#also today in ''my train of thought is insane''#heigh chart somehow went to Leshy in maid dress that somehow went to this that somehow went to follower simping for kallamar #that somehow went to heket is gonna take someone's knees that somehow went to shamura angst that somehow went to #a very cool shot that somehow ended in ''local squid boy keeps forgetting to drink his soup more at nine''

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ghosts-and-glory · 3 months

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Expanding on page 3 and page 5.

I had a thought and I figured it would look best with this colour blocking style.

The other four crowns were spread across the land by death towards the end of her godhood. They could only be found by a worthy bearer before the age of 18. She would raise the infant gods until someone was compelled to her crown.

Narinder inherited the red crown at 5. Kallamar here is 16 and found his crown at 10, Shamura is 22 and found theirs at 12. Heket will find her’s 11 years later when she is 16, then Leshy in another 2 years when he is 8.

#my art #my post #no devotion au #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #cotl shamura #cult of the lamb shamura #cotl kallamar #cult of the lamb kallamar #digital art #photoshop #art #fanart #everyday I wake up and decide to post angst on main

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i-eat-deodorant · 2 months

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#my shit #narilamb #narinder #cotl lamb #cw nudity #sorta???#sorry i don't have much time to draw valentines so i'm posting an old doodle #mental health hasn't been the best lately so i'm taking it easy #it's funny bc the worse i feel the fluffier my art gets #if i'm happy it's angst and if i'm sad it's fluff

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oneofthosenightbees · 10 months

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“I don’t know how to talk to my estranged sibling so I’ll send them that thing they like instead”

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #I talked about the family angst potential with these two on twitter and I might add onto that on here and the whole bishop follower #dynamic in general😭

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crunkyscorner · 4 months

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working on something 😏

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl fanart #my art #digital art #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #this is gonna be sooo good #comic #art #hehehehehe #criminal levels of angst #you're gonna love it

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!!

“I need you, why do you always leave me?” With Narinder from Cotl with a reincarnated mortal s/o who always dies young? I’m such a sucker for this kind of troupe oh my lawd

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Ong this trope is so good it hurts </3

Request more angst/horror prompts here!

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"Lamb, you must perform the resurrection ritual again."

"Narinder, it's barely been two days.." With a weary sigh, the sheep closed their gospel book, already becoming irritated with their former master's blunt request. "I may have taken your role as death, but even I have my limits. I can't just do that ritual whenev-"

"I had to bury my spouse yet again."

".....oh." A small pit in formed in their stomach, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "Again? What happened this time?"

"Some fool thought it would be funny to dare [y/n] to eat a deadly dish...and they accepted it, only to die puking their guts out." Narinder huffed, although deep inside it killed him to know that your death this time around was entirely avoidable.

He never thought he'd ever care for a mortal..much less one of Lamb's first followers, who somehow kept dying young and became the first one they resurrected.

Your existence has become a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and he wondered when they'll finally accept that you're simply not meant to live a prolonged life.

However, now that he himself was in the cult and wedded to you...he saw things differently. From a new perspective.

After you died once right before his very eyes--and not through the Red Crown--he suddenly understood that same grief Lamb endured ugh after they killed one of their spouses, who became mind-controlled by Shamura.

He thought of them as weak.

But not anymore.

Not when it became his turn to suffer in a similar fashion, counting the hours (or days, even) until Lamb could resurrect you.

He lost count of how many times you've died since then, although he knows you aren't trying to kill yourself on purpose. You were very "accident-prone" and sometimes did stupid things that you shouldn't have---such as accepting a dare to eat a "deadly dish" stew.

You might've been a fool for that, but he still loved you.

Unfortunately, not even the golden skull necklace Lamb gifted you provided any protection from death....besides old age, of course.

At least Narinder knew you'd never pass away naturally, but knowing it couldn't spare you from other causes didn't make him feel any better.

"Fine..I will do the resurrection at dawn." Lamb finally caved, understanding how much you truly meant to him. "But you must talk to [y/n] about this. With each rebirth, they slowly forget more and more of their past lives."

"....is that so?" The black feline raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This was new information to him--although he never exactly had the chance to revive somebody over and over, except for his former vessel whenever they foolishly perished during a crusade.

But they were very different.

They were nigh-immortal...you weren't.

"First they forgot how they previously died, then they forgot which shelter they slept it, and then they forgot how to cook their favorite meal...you see where I'm going with this?"

He didn't speak, afraid that his former vessel was correct. But it's not something he wanted to think about at all...even though it's certainly possible.

Suddenly he was beginning to realize the repercussions of the same doctrine that got him exiled over a millennia ago..

"I can't watch over them all the time..as their spouse you're gonna have to step it up, or else...they might-"

"Just do the ritual, please.."

Lamb's ears flicked up with surprise, never expecting Narinder to grovel at their podium. The only other time he acted this way was when he begged them to kill him instead of sparing his life, although it didn't do him much good as they chose mercy.

But this time, they felt a bit of pity for him.

He must truly care about you.

They simply nodded. "I will need more bones."

.........

You found yourself back in a familiar place:

Floating over a glowing red sigil, followers in hoods kneeling all around you, Lamb's eyes glowing with a powerful energy....and you expelling ichor from your body in a rather disgusting display.

You never did get used to puking out this black magical goop.

But once you landed on the floorboards of the temple, you sighed in relief, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before gazing at everyone surrounding you.

"So...what have I missed?"

A few of them uncovered their hoods and greeted you, happy to see you return to the land of the living. Others kept their distance, looking rather annoyed that Lamb decided to resurrect you for the umpteenth time.

One, however, stood there motionless, refusing to remove his own hood.

You looked to him, watching as he approached you, being unsure of his intentions. Although judging from the way other followers hastily moved out of his way...this person must have held great influence over them.

The fact that he had three glowing red eyes was most alluring.

Have you met him before?

Before you could ask him who he was, he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Ouch!" You winced, feeling his claws slightly digging into you as he began dragging you out of the temple.

"Where are you taking me??"

"....stop talking."

His voice was low and quiet, and also....sad?

You were immensely confused by this mystery follower's behavior, especially as he led you to his hut--one that was more decorative than the standard shelters on the other side of the cult grounds.

While you remained silent, you couldn't help being bedazzled by the outside of it, although you didn't have time to really get a good look around the inside.

Because the next thing you knew...

You were pushed onto the bed, with him crawling onto it and laying beside you. Then he uncovered his hood, two long cat ears flicking upwards as his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

And in that split second, you swore they were filled to the brim with tears.

You blinked, afraid to speak considering how angry he sounded just moments ago, but you were even more perplexed when he flopped onto your chest. From his throat, a purring sound rumbled, and you could feel it throughout your entire body....and in your very soul.

"Please..don't do this to me..." His ears flattened.

"Do....what?" Reaching down, you awkwardly placed a hand on his head, slowly petting his fur and hoping it provided him some comfort. "I don't know what's wrong, but..I hope this is okay."

Your uncertain tone only further devastated Narinder. This was exactly how you'd comfort him after his nightmares. He only ever allowed you to see him in such moments of vulnerability, so you never needed to ask for his permission. You would simply do it.

Had you forgotten that, too?

Was that damned Lamb right after all?

Were you forgetting.....him?

"I need you, why do you always leave me?" He mumbled, heartbroken as the tears slid down his cheeks, droplets splattering onto the symbol adorning your ragged shirt. "With each new life, I-I'm...losing more and more of you, [y/n]. I don't know if you are cursed or if it's fate deciding to test me....o-or maybe Lamb's followers wish to see me suffer....but...I'm so tired of watching you die and being unable to do anything about it. I've taken you for granted.."

"................."

".....forget it. You don't even know what day of the week it is..why do I bother trying?" With a sniffle, he reluctantly removed himself from your arms, believing he blew his last chance to save your memories..

Now you were acting like a total stranger to him, and it honestly felt as though you had already died before you even left the temple.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to stop and move on.

Maybe he simply wasn't destined for love.

Maybe this was karma for all the atrocities committed in his name.

Maybe the next time you perished, no matter the reason, he'll-

"It's easy to forget things like that, Nari...but how could I ever forget the love of my life?"

Blinking through his tears, Narinder felt his breath hitch when your hand gently grasped his own. He looked back at you with astonishment, before glancing down at the matching rings that still adorned your fingers.

Then he gazed into your eyes, seeing your smile.

"You..remember me?"

"Of course I do, you silly kit---woah!!" You were suddenly tackled back onto the bed by your husband, feeling him nuzzling up to you and purring even louder than before.

But you simply giggled and held him closely, petting his fur in a comforting way. "I'm sorry for scaring you...it takes a while for all my memories to come back. D-Did I do anything dumb last time?"

"Just...promise me you'll never accept a dare from anybody again." He huffed, trying to hide the fact he was still sniveling like a helpless kitten.

"Alright." You sighed. "I promise to be more careful. I'll try harder to watch my back, too."

"Do you swear it?"

"...I swear it."

"Good."

#clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl narinder #cotl narinder x reader #narinder x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #angst/horror prompt

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fanged-cotl · 1 year

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UNBEARABLE

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #the one who waits #cotl narinder #narinder #cotl toww #cotl the one who waits #boss death cat #pure angst pure angst pure angst RAHHH

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im-not-important · 2 months

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Oh no the tragic gays are fighting

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citrenecult · 1 year

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More baby nari and Kallamar content 😊

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl doodles #cotl mini comic #cotl kallamar #cotl narinder #cotl the one who waits #baby nari #Kallamar gets very emotional #my stuff #also origins of that necklace I always give Kallamar!#that totally has no angst implications what are you talking about? :)

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beelebee · 2 months

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His hair could represent Narinders divinity, in a way.

Floating and moving gracefully, with no apparent order or direction. Like sea waves, made of the finest ambrosia that only a god could drink. It was the only thing he liked about being chained for eternity, how much his hair had grown and how much movement it had thanks to his own power.

But when he was defeated and his godhood was ripped away from him, that too disappeared.

It was strange, to feel the actual weight of his hair instead of the chains, falling down his back and touching the ground until it dragged.

It fell over his face the first few days he lived in the cult after leaving the healing bay, and he fiddled with it quite a bit. After locking himself in the shelter the Lamb had given him, he could only contemplate what his hair looked like now that it had lost that divine distinctiveness.

It was sickening.

And today, in "I can't stand Angst, unless I'm the one doing it" I bring you a little drabble from my Narinder along with a drawing that took me longer than I would have liked to finish it. Here is more context on this AU

I write fanfiction, so expect more of this in the future.

You can also ask me anything, I would love to interact a lot more around here!

#cotl #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb lambert #cult of the lamb narinder #narilamb #narinder x lamb #cotl narinder #cotl fanfic #cotldrabble #drabble #angst

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gluedwithgold · 2 months

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Time for some LORE!

TLDR for those who don’t wanna read my wall of text: Leshy feels out of place among the old faith and believes the other bishops fear his power and don’t respect him so he makes his own cult. The others don’t like that and try to stop Leshy. Big fight ensues, four bishops injured, Leshy gets imprisoned, and the green crown gets lost in Darkwood.

Leshy, the youngest of bishops and newest edition to the Old Faith had always felt out of place- No. He KNEW he was the odd one out.

War, Pestilence, Death and Famine. They were the four horseman of the Apocalypses. They were a team. Just the four of them.

Originally, Leshy had thought the older bishops simply feared change. That they were stuck in their ways and with his domain being that of chaos, it had disrupted the balance the Old Faith had grown comfortable in .

But it was HIM they feared. They clearly feared the unpredictable powers of the green crown. They couldn't control him and it SCRAED them.

Shamura couldn't teach Leshy their traditions. Tradition was boring and Leshy wasn't one for the strict routine Shamura tried to enforce.

Narinder and Heket couldn't scare him into submission. Leshy had laughed at the idea of his older siblings trying to boss him around like he was one of their followers.

And Kallamar… We'll Kallamar had always been a coward through and through. The pathetic squid god would say what the others were too proud to admit.

There was no place for Leshy in their faith.

Since there was no place for him in the old faith, Leshy would just make his own faith! With a following of those who respected his domain. Then when his siblings saw how powerful he was they would HAVE to respect him.

Leshy isolated himself from his older siblings without warning and focused all of his efforts on making his own cult grow. The older bishops didn't pay any attention to this as they thought Leshy had finally gotten the message and was taking the teaching of the Old Faith seriously. Oh how wrong they were.

His following has always been much larger than his sibling's as Leshy was rather lax with the rules and his followers could usually do as they pleased. This made him more favorable among the mortals.

And as his following grew, so did his power.

It was only when followers started leaving the old faith to join Leshy did the other bishops realize what their youngest brother had been doing. They needed to put a stop to this before Leshy took his "New Faith" too far.

Attempting to confront Leshy was a horrible mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake.

This would be the first and hopefully last time any of the bishops would ever seen raw chaos magic in action as they witness the power of the green crown and for the first time see Leshy's eldritch form.

~~~ BATTLE AND AFTERMATH ~~~

-Kallamar was the first to be attacked by Leshy. Kali's ear's were permanently damaged by being too close to Leshy screaming while he transformed into his eldritch horror form. Kali was left deafened immediately after the attack. Leshy then flung Kali through the forest with his tail and chased a panicked Kallamar until their other siblings arrived. Kali chained the tail shortly after Heket managed to restrain Leshy for long enough.

After the battle, Kali's paranoia only grows as he believes Leshy is still watching him from the shadows. Now unable to hear, Kali is constantly looking over his shoulder and hold his weapons at the ready, much to the dismay of his followers who might get a blade pointed in their face. He does suffer from auditory hallucinations which only make the paranoia worse

-While attempting to muzzle Leshy, he grabbed Shamura in his mouth and burrowed violently through the ground until Narinder captured him. Shamura experience permanent head trauma from the attack which had also left them severely traumatized. They chained the upper body.

Shamura was left a shell of their former self. Not only from the brain damage but from the grief they feel over failing their youngest sibling. It was Shamura's job as the oldest and wisest bishop to teach their ways and they failed to reach Leshy. If they had only tried harder. Tried to understand how the chaos god saw their world. Shamura had the powers to stop any of this from happening and yet they still failed them all.

-Heket's throat was slashed open by one of Leshy's antlers while putting the collar shackle on him. This was the only attack from Leshy which was purely accidental. Heket was the first to successfully chain Leshy. She chained his neck.

Heket now has to speaks telepathically through her crown as she was muted by the attack and it pains her to try and speak. She was the sibling Leshy was closest too and his betrayal hit her hard. Was she too hard on the young god? Was she not hard enough? For the first time in her long life, Heket questions her choices. Her uncertainty manifests itself as unbridle rage as her iron grip over her cult only tightens.

-Narinder was the last bishop to arrive shortly after Shamura, he had gotten his left arm bitten off while attempting to restrain Leshy and rescue Shamura from the jaws of the rampaging worm. He chained the lower body.

After almost dying at the hands (mouth?) of Leshy, Nari has been struggling with the concept of his own mortality. The god of death himself being afraid of dying? How painfully ironic. Despite all this, Nari is the one to visit Leshy the most out of all of the siblings. The two of them, were never that close by any means but Nari will occasionally check in on the youngest god...

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb au #cotl au #agent of chaos au #au lore #bishops of the old faith #leshy #heket #narinder #kallamar #shamura #no beta we die like followers at random #srs I cant leave them alone for two minutes #grammar is a social construct #i like angst a lot

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viaviv124 · 1 month

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I think so far my fav cotl AUs are the one where Lamb gives up the crown, staying devoted to Narinder to the very end and Narinder deciding to keep him around after all. Idk it has smth bitter sweet.

Also the amount of angst on Lambs part-

Like i will definetly post a write-out to a song soon (meaning i will post lyrics and whatever scene i imagine to it bc i cannot draw good enough for an animatic) and like- Lamb is not okay 😭

The gist being, Lamb regrets what they're doing. The sacrifices, the deaths they've witnessed (of their own followers, might i add. They dont care for heretics), everything. But the thing that gets them the most is the resurection ritual. They resurect followers as often as they can but the fact they have to use other peoples bones for it? They feel wrong and vile and so so guilty. So their salvation is their god, the one they devote their entire being to. When told to return the crown they can't, not knowing why. They want to get rid of it, fulfill Narinder's orders and wishes, yet for some reason they can't give back the crown. So with tears in their eyes they smile at Narinder, asking for him to please not forgive them, as they summon their sword for battle and voluntarily falling to Narinder's hand.

#cotl #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #narilamb #if you squint #lamb is very devoted so who knows what they're feeling #angst #cult of the lamb

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thewiglesswonder · 1 year

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#I LOVE the idea that Shamura occasionally forgets that Narinder is gone #that’s TOP SHELF ANGST #my art #cult of the lamb #cotl #shamura #bishop shamura #heket #kind of

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