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unknownanomoly · 12 days

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I have decided to continue the trend!~ but cats instead! I personally think the cats came out better but that's only because I have drawn cats my entire life and I never drew lambs before joining the cult of the lamb fandom. Also I wanna say a few things. I'm sorry for anyone's lambs I misgendered in the last post, also for aveloka this took me about 2 hours, one hour rough draft sketch another hour for full sketch/outline. And I think that's it for now... anyways, cats!

@oneofthosenightbees I love Narinder's cloak so much! very creative! and also thank you for the picture of my lamb! I squealed so loud i thought I woke my family @bamsara the face was hard but I loved drawing them so much, again cloak was really fun, the cloak on like all of these Nari's were really fun to draw tbh @cotl-flower-crown I love the fluffy cloak thing, and just how angry they look! @melled42 your lamb sadly didn't get into my last post since I started following you after I made that, but I drew your Nari! I love them very much and having them as a hairless cat is very creative! I love the idea!

@ballad-of-the-lamb I love how annoyed your Nari looks! and also their outfit was really fun! Also sorry about the lamb thing, idk which lamb to chose so i choose the first one i saw! but still, I love your Nari very much! @xmajordumps I drew them from when shamura was threatening them, I hope I did it well since you know, they were kinda covered in blood and all! but really fun shaped and all! they look so angry! (why are all the narinders so angy?) @slate021 I love drawing fluffy cats so much! I love drawing fluff in general and your Nari satisfied the fluff meter. @faery-the-diamond Yours is so simple and yet somehow so complicated, I love your AU and how the lamb is a crown and Nari pretty much needs to tend to everything in the cult, its kinda funny tbh, I love your Nari!

@acis-arts so adorable! They look like a child, I just wanna pick them up and kidnap them! (im gonna kidnap them) @neon-virus yours looks so nice, and such like a gentleman, so handsome! Can I adopt them? And if not can I kidnap them? And if not well too bad, their mine now @seffen yours looks like it's gonna take your eyes out and then watch you slowly die of blood loss... so in other words adorable demon that I wanna hold even if it hates me! @voidheartkisses Adorable! so innocent looking! I loved drawing them, their fluff, the ears also, I've never drawn ears like that before! @alllgator-blood Just like the lamb I love the shapes and I love how your Narinder's personality is like! It's so funny! @foxritz Yours looks grumpy, maybe it's just how I drew them? but the fluff was fun and also the ears were also quite different from what I'm used to so It was also fun to draw those!

@plenty-sheep-in-the-sea from what I know you don't have a lamb that is posted yet so sadly I couldn't draw a lamb for you in my last post! But your traumatized young Narinder is adorable! @unwri-ten I loved drawing them, they give such a sassy drag queen kinda vibe, if that make sense (?) @aubeezz Yours is adorable and fits with how I drew your lamb very well! I love the cheek fluffs! Adorable! @skyartworkzzz thank you for pointing out the gender thing, again I'm sorry about that! but moving on! Your Narinder was really fun to draw, the little cheek fluffs on the side remind me of my own narinders cheek fluffs! I also love the cloak! @rampantram Yours is absolutely lovely, I love your art style a lot! Just as fun as drawing your lamb! I look up to you a lot!

@ghosts-and-glory can yours age or does their fur just fall out? anyways! I love your AU, the storyline is amazing and when I first found you I sat there rereading like every comic kinda thing I could find on your account like 50 different times! @aveloka-draws Yes I'm ok. No it does not take long. I loved drawing your Nari, they look confused but pissed, and yet again all Nari's look pissed no matter what, the outfit is also really fun! I love drawing your style of characters, their so pointy and fun... if that also makes sense in anyway...?

Here is my Narinder! He's based off of a mink color point cat! So instead of being black, he's a brown cat with black smoked patterns, or known as the Siamese markings! He lost all memory of the bishops being killed and himself defeated, so Lamb helped him through it until he gained his memory back, and when he did he became a lot like Shimura. He was pretty much mindless in a way... I just wondered around aimlessly and wouldn't respond, sometimes he comes back but very rarely, Lamb worries about him a lot. the cloak was made by lamb as a welcome gift to make Nari feel for comfortable in the cult! Also the thing on Nari's finger is a butterfly! It's his butterfly friend! No name yet but if you have ideas but tell me, I'm terrible with names! Sometimes he has panic attacks which make his eyes cry blood, plus whenever he opens his third eye it instantly starts bleeding. He also has eyes on the palms of his hands but you can't see them at the moment, he can see how people die with them!

#mistaken #au #my au #other au #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #narinder #cotl art #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb art #cult of the lamb fanart

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minzart · 16 days

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If any time passes between when baby!nari left and he returns, Shamura is already going to have them killed painfully, whether he believes they killed Nari or knows he's lost in time.

Honestly I'm more inclined to use: "and then they wake up in their specific time having vague memories of what happen"

So for little Narinder he was found in his bed for Shamura's relief, not so much time after, babbling about a strange dream

Shamura: God's don't dream Narinder, God's prophesie

Narinder: ..... Kallamar is gonna be bald

Shamura: ..... maybe young gods can dream on second thought

#cotl au #cotl dreams of a future me au

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karasucatt · 1 month

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I’m getting hit with the creative juices guys oml

Now we usually assign Nari with the veil thanks to his in game design right??? Well imagine it’s actually the lamb that starts wearing a veil. Not for like purity, no no no no, it’s becuase they can’t recognize their own face anymore and it scares them. Their eyes are going red their horns are getting longer and their face becomes more and more foreign by the day. They start avoiding mirrors, streams, creeks, anything that reflects their face. Going so far as to destroy their mirror.

Nari sees this shift in behavior, he knows it well. He experienced the same feelings during his ascension. He knows what it’s like to not recognize yourself in the mirror. So, like Shamura did for him, he crafts the lamb a veil. He begrudgingly gives it to them and says it’s only because the Lamb avoiding anything reflective is a waste of time.

The lamb accepts the offering gladly and makes them fall for Nari a little bit more.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb lamb #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #the lamb #narinder #narilamb #narinder x lamb #catt talks

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ratcandy · 3 months

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Now that I have some base designs for everyone here's a rough height comparison!

Not included: Sozo is somewhere between Shamura and Kallamar while Arylide (my yellow cat) is about the same height as Leshy if maybe a bit shorter.

Some other design notes,

The Lamb is extremely tiny because I think its funny. Also because way back in 2019 I made and got super attached to a personal OC who was also cult leader who was itty bitty tiny so now I'm attached to that idea

Technically if you stretched Leshy out all the way he would probably be taller than all of them. Except Kallamar, because if you stretched out Kallamar and counted the length of his tentacles, he'd be obnoxiously tall

Shamura can also prop themself up to be taller if they so choose but they do Not choose that often

Clothing-wise things are a mess. I'm not very good at designing clothing, always been a weak point of mine, but there are some small things I'm trying to go for specifically:

Leshy wears the cult symbol because, though he expressly denies it, he got comfortable the fastest of all his siblings. It helps that Aryl is here but even aside from that...... He's the deity of Chaos, even if formerly. He can adapt to whatever he wants to

Narinder is wearing a complete stand-out thing from everyone else. Nothing Bishop-like and nothing Lamb Cult related. He put together that hooded cloak himself because he misses his old one

Shamura is figuratively stuck between two worlds at the moment (having little to no memories of Anything prior to cult life but still having this lingering feeling) so they've got both cult attire and bishop-look going on at the same time.

Kallamar said FUCK your GROSS cult attire I am wearing FANCY ROBES. The rest of you can go die

Heket is #1 lamb hater in the entire world and utterly refuses to wear anything with the cult's symbols. She's going for more of a bishop look because heresy be DAMNED she hates it here and wants everything back how it was

Misc,

"why are Narinder's eyes still like that" because it looks cool

I am thinking of Maybe giving Leshy arms. He might deserve some arms. Yes it will clash with the rest of the Centipede look but again he's Chaos he can do whatever he wants forever

Leshy also has antennae I just make them super thin lmao

Nari has whiskers but I just never draw whiskers . Always forget. In the same vein that Shamura is covered in setae but I am not drawing a ton of individual setae so you'll just have to trust me on that

If Heket's legs are not drawn massive that's not Heket she MUST have giant frog legs or I will riot. She could leap over the chapel and I will not have it any other way.

#um Yippie!#expect these designs to go through a very gradual changing process . in a few months if I'm still fixated #they will look completely different. promise you that.#cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl bishops #clamart #it's 1am ive been awake since 8 this morning AUUUUUGHHHHHH explodes

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cotl-flower-crown · 7 months

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What will happen to the bishops in this AU? Will they simply get arrested? Or will they die horrific and ironic/poetic deaths?

P.S: Either way, please go easy on my boy Leshy please!

The police in the city they live in is so corrupted, that the bishops could just pay the police chief to be let go. It's also the matter of the sheer size of their gangs, if they wished so, they could just wipe the police department and serve justice on their own terms. So no, getting them arrested is not enough.

Forcing the Bishops to quit isn't great either, since who's to say that they won't just strike back under the pretence that they are gone?

Nari made mistakes before which he was never forgiven for, so the Bishops don't get to have their second chance either.

When Narinder came back from prison, he realised that his siblings wanted him gone, erased from their lives, their legacy. After everything they've been through they decided to abandon him and remove him from history. They moved on. It was like he never existed to begin with. And he wanted to do the same thing to them.

I don't know the details of most of the Bishop's deaths, but I do know that they all die from Lambert's hand in some way. For Leshy it's in self defense, Heket dies in a freak accident, Kal is straight up mercilessly shot with a gun (because Lambert feels no sympathy for him) and Shamura... I dunno. Still figuring those out.

I do have a rough idea on how Leshy dies, so I'm gonna write it down below. [cw: vore???? (Leshy eating the enemy), death scene, showing off the body like a decoration]

Leshy does this thing to the smaller enemies where he burrows himself underground and then attacks the target from bellow, either biting them or swallowing them whole. Usually it ends with them being stabbed to death with the razor sharp teeth placed down his throat. He doesn't do that often though, because he becomes vulnerable, from eating too much at once.

Leshy is killed after he attacks Lambert from below the ground and swallows him. Lambert managed to survive with the help of a bullet proof vest that he found in the warehouse that they were in at the time. Lambert, panicking and not being able to breathe or see and being pushed down to Leshy's stomach, he remembers about his emergency gun and shoots Leshy from the inside. Injured Leshy wails for a little bit, trying to throw up Lambert, until he finally falls to the ground. And Narinder saw it happen. Possibly because he expected Leshy to devour Lambert so he could take that chance to strike Leshy himself. He didn't expect that Lambert would do that before him.

After a moment of shock he notices that Lambert is still alive inside trying to get out, so he approaches the corpse of Leshy and pulls Lambert out, whom gasps for air and throws up.

After that Narinder makes an announcement to everyone in the building that their leader is dead and they will be spared if they surrender. Having no other choice they either surrender, run away or die trying. Heket and Kal soon enough arrive and they see that Leshy's corpse is hanged in front of the warehouse on a hook, face down. Narinder stands above and the siblings greet each other. They make a deal: Heket and Kallamar will retreat their forces for now if Narinder gives Leshy back to them. He agrees and cuts down the rope that was tied to Leshy's hook. He falls down and their siblings take the body. They leave. The battle was victorious to the Red Crowns and people cheer. Narinder approaches Lambert and gives him Leshy's monocle saying "You can have it. Good job".

#cw gruesome stuff #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #cult of the lamb au #cotl gang au #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #au lore

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motherakuma · 4 days

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I'm cooking. Mkay? Cooking. A few things rq before I go to bed-

NOTES FOR MY TEARS OF THE KINGDOM COTL AU!

The lamb's name is Sama, but Narinder calls them Lamb, rarely Sama.

Leshy is the Rito champion

Heket is the Gerudo champion

Kallamar is the Zora champion

Shamura is the Goron champion

Narinder plays the role as Ganon and Link. He manipulates Sama into thinking they are best friends, etc, but he really just wants the crown and tri-force.

The storyline starts off with Sama being 10 and Narinder being 12.

The whole reason Narinder wants revenge is because even after the 4 champions had this prophetic dream, they didn't help Nari.

The dream was about a black cat that would wreck havoc and destroy hyrule, and an innocent lamb would be killed.

So Sama's parents ordered for all black cats to die, that means Sama's childhood friend, Nari.

Narinder flees to Faron, and while on his journey, Sama decides to go to the Spring of Courage. They end up bumping into each other, Nari attempting to kill them until noticing they're royalty.

Sama recognizes them, and is overjoyed, but Narinder is too focused on the crown on their head. If he got his paws on that crown, he could get revenge.

So he decides to gaslight and manipulate Sama into loving him so he can take it.

So for the next 2-4 years he gift bombs them, giving them jewelry and outfits, compliments them, and takes them everywhere.

Sama falls for it, turning madly in love with Nari, but little do they know, he's just finding out a way to take the crown and harness the power. Not minding if they end up dead while doing so.

UHH YEAH-!!! I'll stop yapping now- I'm still working out everything.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #tears of the kingdom cotl au #narilamb #hehehe #this is actually so funny #i love this

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dododan · 2 months

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I managed to design the appearance of Narinder before the collapse. I like it a lot because I was a bit afraid if it would come out as good as I saw it in my imagination. Fortunately, I managed to do it.

I hope that Nari resembles the Maine Coon a little bit. Before his imprisonment, I see him as a character with a rather massive physique. He is the only one whose height matches Lesha's.

Narinder would wear clothes that are practical yet richly decorated. He would have a good relationship with each of his siblings, but would be closest with Shamura and Heket.

Narinder holds Kallamar in high esteem, but likes to make fun of him along with Leshy.

I still have an idea of Narinder's appearance after joining Bertie's cult. After all, hundreds of years of imprisonment must have taken a toll on his health, he can't look as good as he looks now.

Heket (draft)

Leshy (draft)

Kallamar (draft)

Lambert (reference)

Shamura (draft)

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erose-this-name · 19 days

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Punishment.

Cult of the Lamb Ficlet because I lost control of my life again

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Lamb and their right hand cat, Narinder, walk about the cult grounds discussing plans for new buildings.

Kallamar and Saleos walk by, the former passively rambling outloud about schemes he will never actually go through with to the latter who just nods along, with the same reverence and eagerness a dog might have toward its owner. Kallamar seems to look at Saleos the same way one might be looked at by their housecat. As little good as they're surely up to, neither god of death pays them any mind, as they have proved to be more harmless together than apart.

Lamb chats to Narinder while sketching vague blueprints, “I saw you at your siblings’ house earlier, Nari’.”

Narinder grunts, “... And?”

“Don’t tell me The One Who Waited has forgiven them after being neighbors with them for only two hundred years?” Lamb teases.

“Of course not! None of my siblings have my forgiveness, nor will they ever. But, that spider is hardly the same person who betrayed me, not anymore. No point punishing the innocent. No point in letting what little remains of their talents go to waste.”

Narinder chooses his words carefully, the Lamb has probably already gleaned from his thoughts that he went to see Shamura, but maybe he could hide his intent behind ambiguity. This is just another facet of the countless indignities and adjustments he has had to go through after losing his Crown.

“Pragmatic!” Lamb smiles, complimenting the cat. Then, why do you think of guilt, Narinder?

Leshy bursts from the ground before Lamb, startling the young god of death. The worm bares his teeth, gesturing with his seeing eye cane, “Horrendous cruel beast! Why does Heket have to tend to both the farms and the gardens!? And is the head chef? EXPLAIN YOURSELF, IMMEDIATELY!”

Narinder rolls his third eye and picks up the blueprint Lamb had been working on, checking the shrine dimensions and blood plumbing for mistakes or minor improvements. It’s a skill that is easy to learn, but takes eons of practice to master.

Lamb looks at the worm with a wide friendly smile, unsure of his angle. His chaotic thoughts do not help. “Because, Leshy… She’s an ex-fertility goddess of harvest. I know it’s a lot of work, and she said she was the god of famine, but she seems to retain some power or knowledge of the opposite, so I think she can handle-”

Leshy throws his arms up, “SO DO I! I AM THE GOD OF NATURE! LOOK AT ME! I’M LITERALLY PART PLANT! Heket’s domain is merely domestic crops. Allow me to tend to the flowers and the trees, and I will grow them better than she ever could. Those camellias will have no choice but to obey me, FOR I AM THEIR GOD.”

Lamb tilts their head inquisitively, reopening the wound hidden under their bell collar, “Huh, so that’s why you look like that. I always thought you were the god of chaos?”

“Chaos is nature! Plants are not meant to be grown in ugly rows, so called ‘weeds’ are not meant to be pulled up, my hedges not meant to be trimmed into cubes. Nature is chaotic, it’s people who inflict their order upon it.” Leshy balls his fist.

“But, weren’t you also technically the god of order?” Lamb raises a brow, discreetly checking to make sure they’re wearing the blood red fleece, today. Or at least the robe they stole from Narinder.

Leshy produces a flower from somewhere, likely thin air, and uses it as a prop, “I am! Order is nature! Have you ever considered a flower? The intricacies and mathematical perfection of their petals, that I painted? The perfectly rehearsed dance of an ecosystem in balance? Nature is ordered, it’s people who inflict their chaos upon it.”

“Uh…” Lamb smiles, incredulously.

“What? That made perfect sense, right Narinder? The vile lamb must also be stupid.” Leshy says, rolling his non-existent eyes and throwing an arm around Narinder’s shoulder.

Narinder shrugs him off, not seeming to give a shit.

Lamb says, “Thank you for your concern, Leshy, but I think our current camellia output is sufficient. We really can’t spare another lumberjack, especially one as talented as you.~”

The green worm glowers at the Lamb, bearing his teeth. He turns and storms off.

Narinder watches his brother walk off. He turns to the Lamb, “Why did you put Heket in charge of sustenance? She is not above poisoning, or worse, you are aware of that.”

Lamb giggles, dropping the façade and rubbing their neck, “Because working with food torments her, now she can’t eat anything. Not if it’s still solid. She’s still much too proud to do a bad job, though. And I’m not worried about her poisons, anymore.”

Narinder says, “Oh. She always was a glutton, I suppose.”

“You think I’m being cruel, Nari’?” Lamb says coquettishly, licking their own blood and ichor from their clawed fingers.

Narinder’s three eyes narrow at the Lamb, “Cease your reading of my mind. And, yes, of course I do. However, I did not say it was a bad thing. She deserves it. I imagine that is also why you have Leshy cutting trees down, instead of growing them? Scary, how much of my vindictiveness has rubbed off on you, once so innocent... and, come to think, this is also probably why I was made your ‘disciple’, wasn't it?”

The Lamb gives him a sharp smile, “Ehehehe! Now, I’m starting to wonder if you can read my mind. A fitting punishment, yea? Always by my side. So close to the object of your desire, yet forever powerless to take it…”

Narinder’s face turns red and he gets a nosebleed. “I HATE YOU, Lamb! You are horrible and evil and vile, I’m leaving now.”

The three-eyed cat runs back into his hut.

Lamb mumbles to themself, obliviously, “Huh? He’s still thinking I’m cruel. He must really want the Red Crown back, I better keep teasing him with it!”

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As Leshy retreats to a secluded part of the cult grounds with a bottle of ‘very good’ wine he stole, to brood over the Lamb’s refusal, he groans to realize that he’s unfortunate enough for Kallamar to have already been there doing the same thing.

Kallamar smiles and waves, beckoning Leshy to sit beside him. After a few moments of Leshy not reacting, he speaks up, “Hello, Brother! Sit down, sit down! Still living with that mortal cat?”

Leshy sighs as he does so, “Yes. Still living in Heket’s basement?”

“Just because she built a floor above mine doesn’t make it the basement. It’s a ‘cellar’…” Kallamar clarifies.

“Rrrright.” Leshy brings his bottle to his lips.

“You know, it’s funny how you only act like a normal person when you’re drunk. You’re so much more genuine, this way. I much prefer it.”

Leshy spits out his wine, “W-what’s that supposed to mean?! I’M ALWAYS NORMAL!!! … So, anyways, how’s Shamura doing? If you ever need help taking care of-”

Kallamar cuts him off, “Oh, could you? That'd be great. Saleos hardly ever has time to help. Shamura's condition is… well they haven’t been getting any less lucid. They can take care of most things themself, these days. That’s actually what I was about to mention. Narinder came by the house today. Was asking to visit them.”

Leshy’s hand tightens around the bottle’s neck, “What? You didn’t let him, did you?”

“Of course not. Heket would’ve had my head if I did.”

“Huh… Why?”

“No idea, I can never read the guy. Maybe he feels bad? He used to be very close to Shamura, can’t imagine he wanted any of this to happen.”

“Maybe… But why now? We’ve been living here for a century-”

“Centuries, actually. This year, it’s two hundred.” The squid corrects.

Leshy sighs, “... ‘Centuriessssss’. You know what I mean. Maybe that horrid little Lamb put him up to it. Seems to enjoy torturing us like that.”

Kallamar shrugs, “Shamura’s been asking about Narinder ever since.”

Leshy raises his tone, “Shamura doesn’t know any better. They don’t even understand what happened to them, half the time. Even when they still had the Purple Crown, they kept giving him ‘gifts’. As if nothing had changed.”

Kallamar swirls the red liquid around in his bottle, “I don’t know. You really don’t think it isn’t time to extend the olive branch? He’s in the same boat as us, now. To be honest, I don’t even blame Narinder. He did what any of us would have done in that situation.”

“That’s… surprising to hear from you, Kallamar.”

“I just wish I didn’t have to get caught up in the crossfire. And, isolating Narinder has only been driving him closer to the Lamb, somehow. They are our real enemy.”

Leshy rolls his nonexistent eyes, “Ah, there it is… I mean, I don’t disagree. I empathize with him. And I miss having him as a brother, before all of this. But, I don’t know if I could ever forgive him, not after all he’s taken from me. My existence is hell, because of him.”

“Isn’t that more because of the Lamb, Brother?”

“What? No. Don’t get me wrong, I despise the Lamb. But, it was Narinder who gouged out my eyes, who sicced that vile beast on me.”

“... so?” Kallamar raises a brow.

“W-what do you mean ‘so’? Look at me! What he did to me.” Leshy gestures to his bandaged face.

“He did the same to all of us, you don’t see me asking for pity.” Kallamar takes a drink.

Leshy laughs in Kallamar’s face.

“PFFHAhAHAHahah! NO! No-no, no, no. No. We are not the same. I will admit, Shamura received a far worse fate than I, though my own suffering outweighs that of everyone besides. Then, after mine, was Heket’s. Then Narinder’s. And only then, last of all, is you. He Who Waited merely tore off part of the outside fins of your ears, you are not even deaf, not completely… And, I don’t despise you for losing nothing, Brother, I detest you because you got off so easy because you were a coward then, and you won’t even admit it because you are a coward now.”

Kallamar shakes his head, “Lost ‘nothing’? I lost my crown, my cult!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, but yes. You did, though I’m sure you cried and bitched the whole time instead of fighting like a man. But, it’s not like you were depending on yours just to hear. Or to speak. Or see.” The worm growls.

“You weren’t exactly blind until becoming a mortal. Didn’t you say you could see with the Green Crown’s eye?”

“That… that wasn’t the same! Didn’t you ever try looking through yours!? The Crowns see only truth, that isn’t the same as seeing. Beauty. Is. Not. True. Natural beauty was once all I cared about bringing into the world, it was what gave my existence meaning, what brought me happiness… For centuries, I haven’t been able to remember what flowers look like. I know their fragrance, their feel, their shape, but their color? I am told camellias are red, red like blood. What is ‘red’, Kallamar? The Green Crown did not give me the emotion of red, not the association of blood and passion, not the striking vibrancy, it merely informed me of the wavelength of photons bouncing off chemical bonds in their pigments and the chemistry and evolution of those biomolecules, and I don’t even have that anymore. ‘Dappled sunlight trickling down from the canopy of Darkwood onto a glittering stream between mossy rocks’, these are only words to me. I can no longer imagine it, as I can’t think in images anymore, only in words and concepts… Every time that I feel cool breeze through my leaflets carrying the perfume of camellias, all I can think of is that I will spend eternity never again knowing their beauty. W-whenever my cat gives me one, I…” Leshy’s lip quivers, he shakes his head.

His head drops into his hands, the worm mumbles, “What’s even the point of living anymore? I want… I deserve death. But this vile, horrid, cruel beast won’t even let me die. They know how I feel, their Crown must show them, they know how torturous this existence is for me! And still they stand there, mocking me, with that horrible sadistic smile. Acting like nothing is wrong.”

Kallamar stares at Leshy, his stitched brow furrowing. “How dare you, Brother? How dare you think that you have the right to hate me, when I already hate myself? H-how dare you think so little of yourself as to deserve pity from someone as worthless as me, when you’re still you? Do you have any idea how much I envy you right now, Leshy? Long before all this, even when you were but a wyrmling barely in control of your Crown, I still envied you. Because, you’re right. I am a coward, and a fucking idiot, not even the Blue Crown could fix that about me, because I’m also so fucking stubborn. I never deserved godhood. But it came so naturally to you, you’re so damn confident, and brave, and fucking cool looking! Everyone loved you for it! Your followers were inspired by you, drawn to you! My cult never even respected me, only feared me… Except for Saleos, he’s somehow worse… I should’ve been proud of you, as your elder bloodbrother, but as worthless and horrid as I am, I felt only jealousy… and loathed myself for it… If you think your greatness was taken from you, I never had any to begin with. If you’d even care.”

Leshy stands up, mouth downturned, the moss on his cheeks caked with wet ichor.

He punches Kallamar in the face.

The squid clutches the burst stitches across his face, “OW! What the hell, Leshy?”

Leshy sneers, “Ooh, you think you deserve pity for knowing you’re pathetic? Don’t you try to out-do my pain! Don’t you think you’re the only one that hates himself. If even you couldn’t tolerate your bullshit, why didn’t you just fucking man up and die!?”

Kallamar reaches for his bottle. Leshy hits him again. The squid falls back, over the log, and flat onto the ground.

The worm screams, “You think what the Green Crown did to me ‘looks cool?’, I’m a tree! You can pass as a normal squid. I have to tell people I’m an abomination, because I am. I’m a monster that devoured souls and families, and enjoyed it. And you think that was a good thing? You think they loved me for it? I didn’t even know what love was! Did you really think that I would feel better if I knew you only hate yourself because you weren’t consumed by your Crown, like me? Because you were still a person underneath it?! Do you understand how lucky someone like you is to have Saleos? How little you deserve his forgiveness, his love? After everything he sacrificed to you, willingly? And every day, you spit in his face!”

Kallamar curls up into a ball as Leshy kicks him repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, p-please…”

Leshy stops, tears dampening his bandages. “Now… Saleos is going to tend to your wounds, you’ll talk his ears off about this, and he’ll still be on your side… and I’ll go home, and my cat will tell me all about how much he loves that benevolent Lamb for saving him from Darkwood. For vanquishing that evil god of chaos…”

Kallamar looks between bloody, shaking fingers, “H-he… still doesn’t know?”

Leshy sits down, wiping ichor from his hands, sniffling. “No. Of course not… I’m a worthless coward.”

The Lamb watches them from the temple window, with a horrible sadistic smile.

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#writing #fanfic #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl leshy #cotl narinder #cotl kallamar

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crownsandbishops · 2 months

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Hey uh, Shamura? Someone put catnip in Nari's tent and uh.. I think he might need a little help.

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

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leothetraveler · 4 months

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Child Nari: "Shammy, I frew up" TnT Shamura, used to playing mother: "oh, come here, little one." Kallamar: "don't know how he is meant to be a god like us when he still acts like a newborn kitten." S: "may I remind you that you used to ink the bed?" K: "YOU PROMISED NOT TO SPEAK OF IT!"

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

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starsfic · 2 months

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Random Bishop HCs:

Shamura is the oldest sibling and the shortest sibling, as mentioned before, due to a hard childhood and stressful life. Leshy is the tallest.

Shamura and Narinder are the closest- both due to war and death being close and Nari being found first- and, when Narinder was a teenager, they were mistaken a few times to be twins due to similar heights.

Hand-me-downs were common until Leshy grew too big, an engrained habit from the early days. (Narinder's TOWW's robes were made of a cloak Shamura used to wear.)

They all never say the name of a thing, just calling something "the thing", "the thingy" "the thingamabob", etc and only the other sibs understand. They all trained themselves to not do this, like a lot of other things, when the Old Faith grew so big, but since being pressganged into the cult, they've started doing it again, and Lamb is so confused, especially when they're talking about an event without context.

Shamura, Kallamar, Heket, and Leshy are versed in sign- had to with Kallamar's ears and Heket's throat- and end up teaching the cult.

Shamura and Narinder are introverts. Kallamar and Heket are extroverts. Leshy is a secret third thing.

Shamura despises cannibalism.

Shamura, as well as Kallamar, also despises all of their parents. Nari and Heket are too young to remember their parents, but know that Shamura killed them. (They don't know about the sacrifice part.)

(The parent that Shamura hates the least is Narinder's father.)

The Fox was kept alive by Shamura to make a point.

Kallamar was extremely annoyed when Shamura asked him to take care of Forneus during her pregnancy. Still, they bonded a little bit (Kallamar assumes it's because he smells of fish) although Forneus liked Shamura more... before they sacrificed Aym and Baal.

Inspired by a comic by @bamsara- Narinder, in the Old Faith, was worshipped as a protector of children. This started a few weeks after Leshy was adopted when he suddenly got sick. This was a few decades after the rest of them had made their deals and became full gods- meaning they didn't get sick anymore- so Shamura had no idea how to help and was terrified about what might happen if Leshy made a deal while so sick. Would the sickness stay? Narinder overheard them crying about it and ended up sitting by Leshy's bedside for several nights until Shamura caught him. This did help Leshy and Nari bond.

All four siblings took care of Narinder's temple and left offerings without telling each other.

Leshy, Heket, and Kallamar all tried to keep Narilamb a secret from Shamura for the longest time.

#CotL #Cult of the Lamb #Shamura #Narinder #Leshy #Kallamar #Heket #The Lamb

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ghostbox-nostalgia · 2 months

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I've got fun facts about Eden and Narinder (plusacoupleothers), wanna hear them? No? Too bad here you go

-Eden was 14 when they became a vessel and was 20 when they defeated TOWW. They spent the first year figuring out how to be a cult leader and the next 5 for defeating every bishop and their domain. For the year it took to get to TOWW, most of that was spent trying to get enough followers and devotion. The actual fight only took about a week of persistence before he was defeated.

-neither of them fell in love till well into the 200th year of the new faith due to nari being VERY demi-aroace and also learning how to live again and the lamb being too busy with the whole purgatory business to think too deeply about it. It took until year 400 before either did anything about it

-The lamb and heket get along surprisingly well once she calms down and settles. Second to that is kallamar. It's because both have fantastic gossip

-the lambs able to contort their body. Like bend completely in half in both directions. It scares the fuck out of narinder for some reason. The lamb finds that hilarious

-Narinder knows how to do magic tricks with cards. He's a little too good at them

-the lamb steals the opponents dice in knucklebones when they aren't looking. Mostly klunko. The rest of the gang helps. Other than that they're a fair and good player

-speaking of theft, both the lamb and nari know slight of hand from their stints as mortals. Lambs better at getting away with it but doesn't usually snag anything too good whereas narinders the opposite. He's not the best at getting away without someone noticing an items missing but can usually snag high value items.

- in the early days,Narinder used to break into the lambs house to try and kill them but was so appalled at the mess that he'd just clean and leave without doing anything. The lamb was fully convinced they were haunted by the cleanest ghost before nari fessed up during an argument.

-Nari makes the best tea but Shamura makes the best coffee. Kallamars learning how to make alcohol. it's pretty good but apparently the first couple batches of wine were a little too fermented

#cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #The Garden of Eden Au #TGOE AU

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ceratatata · 3 months

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What a Handful of Wonders

Tags: narinder, the lamb, the bishops, introspection, fucked-up family dynamics, dysfunctional family, slight angst

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The Bishops reminisce on their wildest brother during their battles with the Lamb, plus a bonus Lamb POV

As a child Narinder was warm.

So very warm, Shamura almost couldn’t believe their many eyes when they carefully curled their palm around the kitten's tiny claws.

Three bright eyes stared up at them. Three pure, innocent eyes the colour of coal, of trees in the Darkwoods, of burnt food created by Heket no matter how careful the girl was.

Shamura named him Narinder: a name of soft syllables owed to his soft fur, tail and paws. His claws were dull, unable to cause nary a scrape no matter how the little one tried.

Shamura couldn't believe how gentle he was, playing with Leshy as boys oft to do. Stick sword fights, picking bugs and showing their prizes as the young often do. They danced in the mud and sang the songs the creatures of the lands taught them. More than once did Narinder convince both Shamura and Heket to join in their trysts, and what wild evenings those had been.

Leshy and Heket loved Narinder, and admittedly, Shamura did too.

How could they not? When Narinder brought them flowers the colour of his blood, weaves of grasses as green as the leaves blooming around them in the shape of baskets and shapes vaguely resembling their little family. How could Shamura look Narinder in the eye, and believe themselves able to forsake him? Shamura could not, they refused to see him anything other than their brother, their sweet, innocent baby brother. Narinder had a sparkle to his eyes, as well to his voice. It shined in others’ eyes and they would become just as enchanted as Shamura, they knew it.

Heket was unsure of the child, when Shamura brought him to their dilapidated home. The villagers had long left the houses surrounding their small village vacant in fear of them. Of their mutated appearances and harsh tongues. It had only been them for so long, Heket was reluctant.

Perhaps Heket was right. Right about throwing Narinder to the brush, leaving him to eventually die in the mud he so dearly loved to roll in.

Shamura hated the thought, but they couldn't help but think Heket was right.

Their sister was always right.

Five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes nothing-

Heket was always right when it came to creatures of intention.

As Shamura’s thoughts melt to snow melt to water melt to vapour, Shamura grieves their oldest, youngest brother, second eldest sibling, watching as that damnable lamb strikes at their eyes.

Heket was right: Narinder would be the end of them.

And yet…

Shamura can’t help but hope to see him at the gates of hell.

Leshy had never liked Narinder.

He was older than him, and much, much bigger. Even when their eldest sibling had found Leshy in the shrubbery, when Narinder was skin and bones starving in the lands of the oldest faith with Heket and Shamura, he was intimidating.

Perhaps it was because he was scared. Leshy had always been scared of the creatures wandering the forests. Not as much as their brother Kallamar, but enough to hide behind Shamura’s cloak as they carefully picked up the exhausted boy's frame.

Narinder had looked Leshy in the eye with his three, empty pupils and Leshy had felt a foreboding cross his blood, chilling it. There was a vacant mess behind those curious eyes, and Leshy could feel it pulling him in, threatening to swallow him whole within a single move.

Leshy was afraid of Narinder, but Shamura wanted them to get along, to be brothers, so Leshy did.

And Leshy grew to stop stuttering around Narinder. To not feel the need to hide behind his leafy hair. To trust him and follow him to the end of the world.

Leshy grew bold, eccentric; confident. No more did he stalk the brush claimed to be his own, no longer did he cower at the glares of the creatures he ruled over. Narinder encouraged him, goaded him.

For that, Leshy owed his brother the last sliver of distrust, and finally did Leshy love him fully.

It had been Shamura’s idea to lock Leshy’s brother away, to chain him with the might of all four together at once. Leshy had never wanted to throw his brother away, to jail him with only his two sons by his side for eternity.

—At least, Leshy believes them to be his brother's sons. He was never truly sure, but the similarities were undeniable. Leshy had loved Aym and Baal ever since Narinder had brought their tiny forms to them, yet to grow to their full size, their tummies empty as Narinder’s was so long ago.

Leshy loved them, and they loved Leshy.

And it was no one's business than Leshy and his nephews’ if they had visited him one last time, minutes before Narinder’s Lamb came to take his life to say goodbye.

Heket hated that scruffy three eyed cat from the moment she set her eyes on his small, lanky form.

Heket knew he was important. It was a feeling she got every time he was around, every time he gave her family those passive looks only reserved for their followers. For those beneath them only appeased for them to continue their hard work. He was cold, and distant. He was only ever loving to Shamura, and even then to Heket’s eyes it seemed shallow.

The other three seemed not to notice. Leshy fell in love with him within years, and Narinder relished in it. Shamura was always wrapped around his sharply clawed paw, they had always been ever since they found him.

Even Kallamar, sweet, anxious Kallamar had warmed up to him, too.

Heket hated Narinder’s callous charm. Hated the light in Narinder’s eyes when Shamura looked at him with praise on their lips, when Kallamar gave him a riddle to solve or Leshy sat with him in silence as they scribed doctrines and sermons. Hated how his gaze would remain stiff as stone, even as their followers were slaughtered mercilessly for this or that, even during sacrifices even Heket would be queasy watching.

Narinder tried to give Heket his wrong, despicable, distant affection, but she never let him.

Never.

Heket graciously allowed him to win a few times, cooking with him, settling to write doctrines and scripture–but nothing else. And still yet, he watched her every move with wide eager eyes, ready to learn anything Heket offhandedly imparted to him, completing every order Heket barked at him.

Narinder, in his own way, tried his best to love her. Them. This family they’ve come to form. And Heket… she saw that, despite her dislike of him.

But that acceptance of him to her family came too late. Far, far too late.

Heket worries she warmed up to him too late. She had always been cruel. Argumentative and dismissive. Perhaps… perhaps if she had been nicer, if she would have been less cold. More loving, more willing… he wouldn't have left them. Wouldn't have left her, even when she tried too late.

Narinder wouldn't have scorned them by rejecting their love. They wouldn't have had to trap him for the rest of his lonely life.

…Kallamar cried the most when they leashed him and his children. Narinder’s sons came with blades and fire, tears in their eyes as they screamed and fought for their father’s freedom.

The kits had cried with Kallamar, not even passed their tenth year,and they sobbed in sorrow for their lost freedom, lacerations and bruises maring their patchy, burnt fur. They cried with Kallamar until nothing was left, not even their anger.

For the fate that Heket and her siblings commanded upon their father, they cried

Heket had hurt them, to protect them; and they cried.

Heket had stolen them from their mother when they were too young to understand or remember her, and for that harrowing understanding… they cried.

Away from the judgemental, scornful eyes of their “Father”

Narinder never knew. Aym and Baal claimed to fight for Narinder’s freedom, serving him as their master and not as their father, returning to him defeated and suppressed with injury after injury; Narinder never thought of Heket the same, she was sure. Especially as it was her hand that sent her Nephews back bleeding and hollow.

If Narinder had any thought about her, he would have hated her the most for destroying his life from the very start.

…Heket thinks perhaps turning on the children and directing her brother's hate from them for their failure to her, was for the best.

Kallamar loved his brother. He really did.

But Narinder had always been off his rocker.

Kallamar knew Narinder was different. He could see it.

It was in the way Narinder’s third eye was open, how Narinder’s ears were always perked, listening for anything and everything.

How Narinder’s smile seemed so soft and warm to everyone on the surface but was so shallow it was surprising no one had ever noticed.

Narinder had charmed everyone, but Kallamar doesn't think it was for evil intentions.

Kallamar believed Narinder never wanted to hurt them. But maybe he did? No, no he didn't start out with that.

Kallamar believed- no, knew- that Narinder perceived love and empathy differently than them.

Narinder loves the way a flower loves: from afar, barely there and it sways in the wind even when its leaves fall off. He loves time spent together, not with gifts. He loves the way a wild animal loves: with harsh shouts, growls and manipulative crying. He’s cruel, but cruel for the betterment of themselves, and Kallamar has no clue if that was ever a good thing or not; perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps Kallamar just grew a spine not because of Narinder’s harsh temperament, but instead, in spite of it. It’s not much of one, but Heket always told him he’s less snivelly than when he was new.

Kallamar could never begin to understand him, and maybe that's what makes Kallamar’s skin crawl, deep down: and it’s ironic, for in the end It was for nothing. All of that trying to understand and tolerating younger brother’s rough exterior, Kallamar’s surface level attempts to not be afraid: Narinder deafened him, though it never affected him much, and thus he was chained to be alone forever guarded by his sons.

…Kallamar doesn't know what to think about Narinder other than he has good taste.

That wretched Lamb served his brother well, Kallamar muses as his sludge-like blood trackles from the many wounds carved into his skin, even as its perfection succinctly ended his life.

At least that damned creature made his passing quick.

The Lamb stood by the crowns, softly; quietly.

They could sense emotion wafting from them. Memories, almost. Within their resting places, the crowns mourned for their bearers in the secluded alcove far from the cult lands.

How, the Lamb didn’t know.

Smoothing a hand down the side of their own crown atop their brow, the Lamb wonders if one day, when they either pass or are overthrown by one of their own, if their memories and remains will wisp through their own crown.

Leshy’s timid love, Heket’s hatred. Kallamar’s suspicion.

Shamura’s absolute and unconditional adoration.

The Lamb wondered what Narinder did to deserve the mixed swirl of conflicting emotions. The cat wasn’t kind enough nor worthy enough of the encompassing trust Shamura’s crown gave. But he didn’t deserve the harsh clashing hatred of Heket’s either. The Lamb understands Kallamar’s worry and Leshy’s reluctance, but the Lamb can’t help but wonder exactly what the cat had done to warrant it all.

Narinder wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a horrible person, either.

The Lamb laughs to themself. Not horrible is being nice, if they’re completely honest with themself.

Narinder has done some horrible things; turning on his family, discarding his followers. Betraying his only true follower. Narinder had tried to kill him, take back the power he gave the Lamb, and even as unsuccessful he was he continued to scorn the one who gave him life again;

But he wasn't a horrible person.

But he had you kill us, Kallamar’s crown whispers, filled with sorrow and regret. The Crown speaks no words, and yet the Lamb can’t help their head swivelling over to the cyan eye watching their every move where it's nestled amongst the dried and dead coral and seagrass. He used you to get to us.

The Lamb turns their head towards where Narinder sat sorting berries given to him by one of the cult children as a safe-travel snack. Narinder was always picky with his food, nothing could touch, nor could it be in separate plates, much to the Lamb’s chagrin.

Narinder truly was a fussy one to feed.

He did, the Lamb whispers back, levelling their gaze back to the cyan eye; The Lamb watches as its pupil flickers, before the eye slowly creeps closed once more, joining its brethren in slumber.

He did, but was that really his fault?

The crowns lay silent, dormant, and the Lamb walks away.

Leaving the crowns to their eternal solitude to rejoin their family, they smile fondly as Narinder hisses when he notices their approach.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #narinder #cotl bishops #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #dysfunctional family #introspection #i wrote this so long ago lmao #i completely forgot i had it #skivwrites

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