I Was Too Busy Admiring The Art Style That I Missed The BIG ASS WEEZER LOGO OHH MY GOOOD

Funky guy (gender neutraly)

idk what to name 'em yet, i've started thinking of their backstory before the sacrifice and their personality but no name yet :-p

love in their eyes😍

i’ve been thinking about The Lamb’s life before being sacrificed and Yaelokre’s newest song is not stopping the voices😍

The hills were left quiet

And I am in hiding

They've forgotten, they've forgotten

I do not want to see

I could hear and that's enough

The clashing of the hoards

Hoof by hoof, horn by horn

Raging song and an encore

The moment i heard the lyrics , lamb lore been upon ye

so here’s what i’ve cooked:

I could barеly speak

I could only hum a tune

And with that I am met

With a chorus I am soon

Sought and safе behind a wing

I’ve been thinking about making my Lamb non-verbal ( from trauma)but from time to time when they’re comfortable likes to sing; reminiscing their tribe’s love for music and singing.

I’ve been wanting to make my au(? (it’s more of a self-indulged personal portrayal of COTL ) music themed , with the lamb’s cult having the same cultural love for music as their late tribe.

And since i’m a hardcore Narilamb shipper, i want to incorporate that theme into their relationship too. So their love language would be singing to each other (Although on the death cat’s part he’s more reluctant ). And that last lyric is obvi talking about Nari lol.

Next:

My farewells to the fields

To the man made of straws

To my name

To the hills

Oh man okay

So being the last of your kind is not easy ( shocker ik) and being shoved into a prophecy where you become a tool that brings divine beings down isn’t easier.

And coming with the terms that the old life you had ; everything and everyone you’ve known is gone forever. You’re no longer in front of the sea your village resides next to or in the bright meadow anymore.

Now, you’re facing death constantly. Taking care of an entire civilization that’s devoted to your “savior”, The betrayed brother of your murderers. Any misstep and the flock is against you. 

Now, you’re a symbol of power and faith to your nation,a useful tool to a wronged god to use for getting his revenge & glory back , a bringer of death and destruction to the bishops of the old faith and their followers , a graceful and undaunted beast with unwavering determination to everyone.

You are the last sheep,

You are The Lamb

can we talk about stolas and octavia and antidepressants for a second

as someone with a lot of experience taking antidepressants and dealing with family members who Do Not Understand how depression works, it really struck me how octavia deals with discovering that stolas has been taking antidepressants.

presumably, he has been taking these for a VERY long time and based on the evidence in this episode, nobody in his life knew about it- clearly not blitzø or octavia, at least.

i don't see stolas as someone who has been to therapy - this reads to me very much like someone who saw "happy pills" and decided to self-medicate because he thought they would fix him, not as someone who was prescribed a medication and a dose to take (we've seen him downing handfuls of these pills on several occasions in past episodes)

octavia is (understandably) unsettled when she finds this giant box of pills, and despite all her complicated feelings for her father she IMMEDIATELY goes to find him to bring him his pills

octavia is smart!! yes she is pissed off at her dad and this implies that she could have gone to see him at any time when he was calling her, but this discovery kind of goes beyond any argument- no matter how she feels, she ultimately doesn't want stolas to suffer

then we get the big fight scene, which ends with the devastating argument between octavia and stolas where she says "was this my fault that you needed these?"

i adore the amount of nuance in their interaction here for so many reasons, but specifically this vein of "i love you but clearly you don't love me or else you wouldn't be depressed" hits very close to home for me and i love the way it's shown as messy and neither stolas nor octavia really understand the way their words are hurting one another

so it kind of breaks my heart that she closes herself off to him but leaves him with this bottle of happy pills because he does need them. and she knows it, and she cares enough to want him to be happy.

she just doesn't think that happiness includes her, because in her mind she's nothing more than an obligation to him.

ugh the day these two reunite i will be reduced to a pile of mush i just love how complex their relationship is it's so tasty

love love love this analysis of Shamura’s injury

Is Shamura training martial arts after being taken into Lamb's cult? If they enjoyed complexity and bloodshed of war than it'd be probably dissapointing for them if they had to... drop it all

Full under the cut because this turned out really long

Upon joining the cult Shamura was a shell of their former self. They join the cult dissenting, the long term effects of the crown still clawing at the edges of their mind, but after a few days they’re mortal, just themself. Without the crown to hold them together they suffer like their injury was yesterday.

The Lamb has the doctor, Puar, perform their usual tests on them. Shamura is hardly there. They don’t know their own name, can hardly speak, can’t stand or track movement.

There was no wisdom in their slurred words. No power in the way their hands shook.

The outlook is bad.

The Lamb doesn’t really want to help them, after everything, why should they. Shamura who had The Lamb’s entire race and family killed, who killed them aswell and countless of their followers. It would cost them so much, to try and help someone who spent so long just trying to destroy them and everything they had. The time, energy, resources it would cost and they didn’t even know if they could get better.

Deciding it wasn’t worth it was one thing, but getting the other ex bishops to understand was a whole other, even the doctor disagreed with them.

Dr Puar took on being their primary caregiver. They’d been a doctor for the past hundred years and seen concussions and dementia but nothing nearly as severe as this. They wanted to help Shamura but didn’t know how.

It wasn’t until Narinder joined the cult that The Lamb saw any reason to help Shamura. But there was something wrong with him and Shamura knew something, they just had to get to it.

Kallamar was the ex bishop Puar wanted the help from the most. He was scared of the lamb and red crown but he loved Shamura more.

The Lamb took Puar and Kallamar to the ruins of the temples in Anchordeep and Silk Cradle. They spent days digging through the decimated remains of the libraries for something, anything on this type of injury.

It seemed that they where looking down possible years of intense recovery. Needed herbs and medicines that may no longer exist, techniques Puar had never heard of. But they would try.

Puar took careful and detailed notes. Timed Shamura’s responses, wrote down everything they said, tracked eating, drinking, sleeping and every symptom they displayed. Improvements where slow and sometimes nonexistent at first. They took full minutes to respond and only in single words, barley moved, couldn’t feed themselves and suffered constant migraines.

The one thing that seemed to help them the most was their siblings. They didn’t remember them most days but every time one of they came to check in it raised their spirits. One of their faces was the only thing they could focus on sometimes.

Kallamar insisted he wasn’t a doctor but still worked around the infirmary, helping Shamura was the only thing he’d do without complaining. Heket spent hours sitting in silence with them, brought them food and flowers and changed their bandages. Leshy was the only thing that could get them to smile and they where the only person he would ever lower his voice for, he told them stories even though they hardly listened.

Improvements brought new challenges. They got better at speaking full sentences and following conversations but it revealed how fractured their memory was. Forgetting names, places and important events, how often they forgot where they where, they asked the same questions over and over again.

They complained of seeing and hearing things, phantom pains with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The sun hurt their eyes, rain gave them headaches, always sleeping but always tired. They would suddenly backslide constantly. One day could walk with minimal help and the next, couldn’t even hold a pen in their hand. Have a full conversation one day and hardly spit out their name tomorrow.

Until the day Puar looked Shamura in the eye and for once they saw him. Didn’t look past them with their blank stare but looked at them. They would ask to sit outside at night in the fresh air. They seemed to know now who they are, what they where, what they lost. A tinge of grief in their words.

Improvements brought frustration. On days they remembered who they where they were overcome with a mix of anger, guilt and despair. They where a god. They had bore down on armies, killed men with a twitch of a finger, brought other gods to their knees, and now they could hardly bring a cup to their mouth.

Emotionally, their siblings said they’d never seen them like this before. Before Shamura could be frustrated but their temper was cold and quiet. Now they wore a short fuse and suffered constant mood swings. It angered them that they couldn’t read, that their hands were numb, that they couldn’t walk without a cane, couldn’t go out in the sun, couldn’t string a full sentence together, couldn’t recognize their siblings faces, couldn’t feed themselves, couldn’t sleep without drugs, everything they lacked and lost wore them down.

Regardless, they where unusually steadfast. They would always pick back up. If they got frustrated they would try again in a few days. They tried anything Puar asked of them, anything for the smallest iota of improvement.

The outlook was better.

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This got out of control and took me like three days between the art and write up. I got really excited when I saw this ask cause the answer is so devastating. If I was taking Narinder’s trauma seriously I’m not gonna just ignore Shamura’s traumatic brain injury.

As a side note, I’m very unsure how to write the medical stuff, my guess is that cotl is based around 1300’s-1700’s but that’s a wide net to cast. My excuse for the stronger understanding of medicine and trauma is magic.

Vessel of the Red Crown

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I've been feeling sleepy lately, so I mostly just sketch or don't draw at all. This was for those who were wondering why there haven't been any posts from me lately.

This particular art was drawn for study purposes. It was beneficial, I began to understand how to draw shade better.

"𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴."

lil 'eep

So the music loving tribe thing, made more lore for it:

When they were young, the lamb’s tribe had been moving around all across the old faith lands to escape from the slaughter. From rocky hills to caves to forests, until lastly near the sea.

They settled in a hill near the sea where it’s was far enough from the main land, the new land had vast meadows and a large enough shore to build bonfires.

The flock couldn’t arrange celebrations while they were hiding in forests (fearing it’s might draw attention to them) so in there they went wild with them ;new instruments, new dances , new decorations made with the shiny shells in the shoreline , new cuisines and a new common song.

Sang by honey like voices and preformed by masterful musicians, this melody became the symbol of their new home and a reminder of hope for coming generations.

Lamb would always sing it in their free time ; sitting by the sea collecting exotic rocks & colorful shells. They sang it, hummed it , played it on the conch and choreographed a personal dance for it. It almost became a prayer for them.

But after their tribe’s slaughter, that warm melody became a cold reminder of their home and a symbol of lost hope. Little by little they started to hum it less, they stopped singing it, and then they have forgotten it completely centuries later.

The four horsemen of doomed Narilamb

Yesss more of aus of different TOWW !! (i’m currently making one myself :>)

I've been getting into the Cult of the Lamb Fandom a little bit and decided to make my own Au. I'm calling it "Cult Anchor" for now, but It might change. Anyways, here's the au version of the "Lamb", well, rather the leader of the cult in this Au.

So essentially, in this Au, Kallamar took the fall for Narindar, but Narindar was kinda a jerk about it to Kallamar. After the Prophocy, that one from Kallamar's lands of Anchordeep would liberate him and exact revenge on the other bishops. Slowly, the bishops had the creatures of Anchordeep slain, but one Axolotl managed to meet Kallamar and become the vessel of the Blue crown.

The Axolotl is called Ancor, and their a sweetie pie, unless you cross them.

Idk if anyone has done this before, but I'm definitely enjoying making my au.

how the fuck did i not seen this yet holy shiet 👁️👁️

At last, it has been completed.

Please don’t say anything like “x character fits better with x sin”, spent one day deciding the best fit for each one, it’s annoying.