To All The Artists That I Spam Followed Please Know That I'm NOT A BOT I SWEAR I'm Just An Idiot Who

good lord

Five becomes four.

..some part of the past..

"Ooh, kits… I remember, I remember… two kits in my claws… a gift…" "I did not want him to be… lonely…"

having awful cramps rn and remembering these idiots being in the same pain is kinda helping

this started out as just a doodle of them cuddling

i was too busy admiring the art style that i missed the BIG ASS WEEZER LOGO OHH MY GOOOD

whats with these heretics dissing our faith

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.

PAINNN THSIS PAINFUUL OOUGH

|| Keeping you company ||

narinder being actually pretty physically affectionate hc my beloved

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

lil 'eep

"A shared will, a shared hand- my lord's claws are my own, and I faithfully carry out their every wish."

COTLtober Day Twenty Nine: Claws

I forgot to post this yesterday in the interest of going to bed. Bed is important, but also this. Anyways, I feel Not Great right now, but I am Surviving, and you should to. Go drink water, take your meds if you haven't, eat something if you're hungry, and keep living. That's it, send post.

this,,, this does it for me,, ooch-

The fear of forgetting your face.. 🥀

im,,,,ilooking respecctfully 👁️👁️

Human bishops!

And I said "oh, let's do some sketches and that's it…" what a liar

Working on other characters… eventually

YEAAAAHHH RIDE THE CYCLONE REFERENCE WITH COTL LESSGOOO

And I'm askin', "Why, Lord?"

If this is how I die, Lord

Why be left with no family and no friends?