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krysmcscience · 1 year ago

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It’s finally done, guys – five whole pages of Narilamb AU comic AND MORE be upon you! (If you have trouble reading any of the text, view the full-size! These pages are huge!)

Yeesh, this took forever. <:)

There’s probably a ton of inconsistencies and anatomy/perspective wonkeries, but this was mostly just comic practice, so Oh Hekkin Well, Lol <:D

(Yes, I am aware the Gateway’s door isn’t present in the Afterlife, and the actual way in is just a pentagram portal. Yes, I put the door in there anyway because Artistic License, i.e. it felt more impactful for there to be a prison door of sorts to walk through to freedom, rather than just a bland boring portal on the ground. 😠)

anyway, i hate backgrounds so much lmao

Alternate ending and a buttload of bonus art under the cut, followed by goofy AU rambles and headcanon stuff:

I’m calling it the Revival AU. It’s not all that creative a title, and someone else has probably used it already, but I am too lazy to really care, LOL

Alternate ending page, which you will Definitely need to view the full-size for, Whoopsie Daisy:

The alternate ending was actually the first ending I finished things off with, because I had a brief badbrain moment where I forgot the emotional beat I initially wanted the comic to end on, and I tend to write comedy, anyway. I later remembered and drew out the proper ending, but I preserved and finished this one, too, because it still makes me giggle.

They had to go back for the followers off-screen in the AU’s real ending. And by ‘they’ I mean just the Lamb, because they weren’t about to ask three newly freed cats to go back into what used to be their prison. The Lamb DID spend some time watching Narinder and the bois enjoying the outdoors first, though:

In other news, here’s the Lamb and me making fun of my anatomy-drawing ‘skills’:

Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the Lamb is just a-okay with how things went down vis a vis Their Murder, this bonus comic should answer at least some of your questions:

Ah, yes, also this is how they get engaged outside of the alternate ending. Forgot to mention that bit. XD (I already refuse to believe that Narinder is capable of flirting normally, so why would his initial marriage proposal be any better???)

Oh, and before any of them get a chance to actually head back to the cult grounds, there is one potential problem:

And by ‘problem’ I mean something Narinder intends to ignore for At Minimum a thousand years. Cuz he’s a petty bitch like that. :D

what do you mean i drew the lamb too tall compared to the background? clearly they’re standing on top of baal and aym lmao, why else would you think those two aren’t in this one??? (aym and baal got way too excited about finally being outside, you see, and their silly modes are nothing to sneeze at)

And, speaking of heading back to the cult grounds, I’m sure y’all would love to know how the Lamb’s followers felt about the brand new change in management:

It all went better than expected. <:D Tiny ramble now, feel free to skip down to the next comic.

Before you ask, no, the Lamb does not have any actual powers anymore, other than the immortality Narinder definitely grants them. The Red Crown just thinks it’s funny to suggest otherwise, and Narinder does nothing to discourage this. Also, the Lamb and Narinder aren’t actually married here yet, but, uh. Pretty safe to say that particular ritual directly follows the events of this comic. XD

Given how quickly he mellows out in canon, Narinder probably chills out a lot in this AU once he’s in charge of the cult, too, if only because 1.) He’s finally free, and 2.) He’s equally smitten with and distracted by the Lamb. He’s definitely in charge at least 95% of the time, though, because the Lamb never actually wanted to be a cult leader and, now that their time as a vessel is done, they just want to be a normal(ish) sheep who’s wholly devoted to their hot new divine husband.

Some followers do still have some valid concerns about these two being together, though, which I’m sure at least a few of you might share…

Unfortunately for any such concerns, the Lamb is a bonafide masochist in this AU. :D

They’re also 100% a sub, obviously

Anyone at all: Your relationship is problematic and potentially toxic

The Lamb: fuck yeah it is, it’s so hot~ OuO

Here’s just the last panel, made transparent for whatever nefarious purposes y’all might have for it:

Additional exchange Narinder and the Lamb have at some point, probably after the Lamb does a fatal whoopsie while out on a mission trip or in response to things getting a little too sadistic in the bedroom, ahaha:

Look, there is a very important distinction between life and death, and if you don’t understand that, then you’re probably not worthy of being the God of Death, anyway. (At least, according to Narinder, and ONLY Narinder.)

Last but not least, have these shittens:

~Such creative naming conventions I have utilized, lololol~ :D Anyway, there's a few deets on them in the rambles down below.

The rest is all ramble, so before I get to that, I’ll just say – likes and especially reblogs are very much appreciated!!! :D If you happen to really really REALLY like my stuff, meanwhile, I do have a link in my bio to my ko-fi page, where I’m accepting commissions and donations if you’re especially generous… ÓuÒ

Now, BE FREE IF YOU AIN’T DOWN FOR READING MY GOOFY RAMBLES

First ramble is re: Baal’s question of ‘Did it really work?’, since I didn’t feel like expanding on it in the comic proper, and it’s arguably pretty vague? He doesn’t ask because he doubts Narinder or his capabilities, exactly, but because neither Baal nor Aym have ever actually seen their god at full power before (he’s still technically not at full power here, either). It’s not expressly stated how soon the brothers were brought to Narinder after his imprisonment, but whether it was early on or after a length of time for Shamura to (somewhat) recover from his attack, he must have already been weakened, since I have no doubts that there was a huge battle that accompanied the Bishops working together to trap him. So, between that fight with all four of his siblings, sharing his power with a variety of vessels over time, and being chained immobile for a thousand years, he must have been severely weakened by the time he lent the Red Crown out to the Lamb, which would have only weakened him further.

I like to think this is how the Lamb is able to defeat him if they refuse to be sacrificed, despite how it took all four Bishops working together to subdue and chain Narinder in the first place.

All that aside, the three cats have been trapped in the Afterlife for so long that Baal also wanted verbal reassurance that they are all, indeed, actually able to leave it now – something that I headcanon isn’t possible without a significant amount of power (i.e. the Red Crown’s cooperation with its bearer/vessel).

(On a semi-related note, I don’t headcanon Aym and Baal as twins. I like sweetheart big bro Baal and snarky little goth bro Aym too much to have them be that close in age.)

Ah, teeny thing: If you noticed I switched up the art style for Narinder on the second page, that was intentional. It's sort of a visual indicator that there has been a Big Change for him - that being, how much power he has after sacrificing the Lamb. As for why I changed up his arms in the grass rollin' pic, I don't really subscribe to the notion that his arms are spooky bones because they're horrifically injured (beyond chain-chafing scars, that is), but rather just because he's the Bishop of Death, so he can change how normal-to-spooky they look at will. At some point I might doodle out how I imagine his appearance to range between least to most eldritch... 🤔

Next ramble, regarding Narinder’s feelings towards the Lamb...he was initially too focused on being freed from his imprisonment to form any real attachment to them. They were a tool for his use, first and foremost, but he did notice their intense devotion towards him. It was impossible not to notice, because the Lamb was always very happy to see him, even if it was because they died during a crusade (yet again). He wasn’t originally planning to revive them once he was freed, either, because he saw no real point to it – after all, they were already dead when they first met him, just as any other mortal would be when meeting him in the Afterlife, so death has very little real consequence in his eyes. But, once the chains were off, and it really sank in that he stood to lose the most devoted follower he’s ever had, he decided…why put their soul to rest for good or leave them stuck in the Afterlife when he could just as easily revive them again? And why not reward them for their hard work, anyway? Not only would it cost him nothing by comparison, but the future devotion that could come of it would surely make up for his (bare minimum) effort in reviving them.

He wasn’t expecting to get a full dose of that devotion and a smiling face so soon after killing them, though~ :3c (because the Lamb is a bonafide freak, and not-so-secretly into the fucked up power dynamics going on here, lol)

I should mention here that I am firmly of the belief that any non-god/vessel who crosses through the Gateway and into the Afterlife just straight up dies. So, Aym and Baal? Also straight up dead, from the second Shamura brought them through. Their souls were just never put to rest so that Narinder could have some company – if only according to Shamura. Narinder kept the two around mostly out of bewilderment, because honestly, who are these kittens, and what is Shamura’s game here, anyway??? They never even explained anything, they just tossed these kittens into the Afterlife and LEFT!!! At any rate, Aym and Baal being dead is how I explain why their souls apparently become lost in the void if they’re killed, along with the added complications required to revive the two because of it.

So, with those deets in mind, and given a bit of time, if Narinder hadn’t chosen to revive the Lamb, and also hadn’t chosen to put their soul to rest, they still would have woken up at some point, despite being as straight up dead as Aym and Baal. Who, don’t worry, were also properly revived while Narinder was waiting for the Lamb to wake up. Because I am also firmly of the belief that, first, the dead cannot leave the Afterlife without the use of a ritual/relic (and can't stay in the living world for long regardless), and second, dead followers’ devotion isn’t anywhere near as potent as that of the living, given how much more the living stand to lose.

Final ramble, regarding the Lamb’s feelings towards Narinder, and why they’re so devoted to him…

Well, you don’t spend most of your life on the run with your steadily-dwindling herd, trying to evade the ongoing genocide of your species, without becoming a little fucked up in the head. Maybe a lot fucked up in the head. Life is suffering, so might as well have fun with it, right? Maybe start finding death and pain to be kind of hilarious, even a little bit hot, once everyone you know and love is dead and gone, leaving you all alone? And maybe after that, there’s something comforting in how, despite the cold, cruel uncertainties of life, at least you can always count on the inevitability of death, patiently waiting for you until your very last breath? Who knows. Either way, as soon as the Lamb was killed, and they learned that the literal God of Death was offering them a second chance at life and vengeance via effective immortality, they were 100% ride-or-die-devoted all at once. Turns out death is kinder than life – go figure. (Of course, it helps that Narinder is 100% their type.)

They weren’t put off by Narinder’s thinly-veiled sadism or manipulations, either – they’re not too different in those regards, albeit opting for vastly different methods. It’s a very ‘two sides of the same coin’ sort of deal. In order to stay alive once they were made the last of their kind, the Lamb had no qualms with using others to their advantage, and that did not change once they were revived and expected to run a cult. They didn’t care for the position of authority, though – being a sheep and all, they’re much more of a follower than a leader, and thus greatly appreciated Narinder’s need for control. With how they had to keep on their toes for so long, the Lamb was also pretty good at reading people by the time they died, so they could recognize that a lot of Narinder’s posturing was just that – posturing. Dude’s 95% bluster and only 5% bite. He could obviously be vicious when he wanted or needed to (the Bishops' injuries were clear proof of that), but underneath his outer layer of cruelty was a generous layer of tsundere, and underneath all THAT was a soft squishy middle sibling velcro cat in desperate need of attention and affection.

(Which, for the record, he Did Not feel comfortable getting from Aym and Baal – Narinder still has no idea why the fuck Shamura sent them to him, beyond acting as keepers at best or trying to sabotage his attempts to escape at worst. Which, he thought HE sabotaged in turn, by guiding the kittens into being his devoted disciples instead. He thought he was very clever for it. ‘I outsmarted Shamura!’ he thought, despite that there was never anything there to outsmart. ‘What do you mean, Shamura sent your kittens to me for company?’ he demands of Forneus later. It may or may not lead him to pull Shamura out of Purgatory just so he can shake them and scream about how they should have Fucking Explained that!!!)

But, getting back on track as to why the Lamb was so willing to be sacrificed, I cannot stress this enough – if you pay even a minimal amount of attention to what he’s saying, Narinder is REALLY NOT SUBTLE about his intentions. ‘Death is of little consequence.’ ‘Followers are for you to use to your advantage.’ ‘Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power.’ So, yeah, the Lamb knew exactly what would be expected of them once the other Bishops were dead. They knew Narinder would expect them to die for him one last time. But, after all, death is of little consequence (not to mention hot), so when the time came, they wanted to see him freed, even if it meant oblivion for them in the end.

He’d given them a second life, and the ability to avenge their kin, and they felt indebted to him for that – so, while they were still pretty glum about the possibility that they might not get to see him free of his chains, nothing beyond their devotion and debt to him mattered. They never wanted all the drama and expectations that came with the Red Crown’s power, anyway, so, better for Narinder to have it back so that he could deal with it. What he did with the Lamb afterward would be up to him, and seeing as he was their god, they’d accept his decision gladly.

Were they in love with him by that point? Oh, obsessively so, but only in the devotional sense – romance was nowhere on their mind nor radar. That is, until he unexpectedly revived them again, told them he still needed them, and then offered down his hand to help them up.

The Lamb fell HARD for him in that moment. :3c

And now, a tiny shitten ramble. Lu and Li are twins, because sheep tend to have those a lot, and are conceived not long after the Lamb and Narinder’s marriage ceremony. Lu is the minutes older one, but Li is much more mature. I have put no further thought into these two, other than that they are utter menaces, birthed by the Lamb, cling hard to both their parents but especially Narinder (who spoils them rotten), and they are both genderfluid, using whichever pronouns/names they feel like at any given time. They are also both intersex, same as the Lamb, who was initially infertile up until Something Something Vague Magic, which I have also put no further thought into ¯\_(シ)_/¯

oh, and before anyone tries to suggest i headcanon this AU’s lamb as trending more female due to them giving birth or whatever, no, no, a thousand times no, they might have a vag, but they've also got a dick, and even if it's not as big as they'd like, they still know how to use it

Finally, the very tentative name for the Lamb in this AU is Yazdi, which is really just another name for the Baluchi breed of sheep XD (Not that the Lamb is this specific breed, I just didn’t like any of the other sheep-related names I found, ahaha...)

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW (collapses into an exhausted pile of goopy limbs)

#fanart #comics #cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl shitten #cotl mystic seller #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #this is why i have been especially quiet lately XD #even just the bonus stuff took several days to finish because i don't know the meaning of DOODLE anymore apparently #everything must be fully inked and colored with backgrounds I Fukken Guess #at least using medibang's sumi brush keeps me from focusing on making my lines perfect :\#and yeah i copy-pasta'd a lot of my own backgrounds don't at me bro #if you're on desktop and want to full view but don't know how: right click the image - open in new tab - zoom in as needed :)#feel free to ask questions about the AU if you want - but uh - this is basically the extent to which i've thought it through LOL #edit: oh right - aym and baal really out there assuming narinder already put the lamb's soul to rest so the body's just fodder now lmao #last edit i hope: fixed the transparent cult certified freak image 8|#nope - one more edit: there is one (1) loophole for how living mortals can be in the afterlife without dying #that loophole is currently narinder XD #'sorry universe but the god of death says i can be in here so back off with your rules and regulations'

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ebodebo · 2 months ago

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i’m fucking back w virgin!whitaker x abbott’s daughter!reader…MDNI

“Your dad's in trauma one,” Langdon calls from behind the triage desk, focused on reviewing a patient file.

You hum. “Well, good thing I’m not here to see him,” you lean over the desk, eyeing him.

He tilts his head and nods, his eyes shifting toward you as he incorrectly states why you are here. “You didn’t come to see Abbott, which means you came here to bother me,” he quips with a knowing brow as if he’s correct.

You playfully roll your eyes. “Whoa. So loud and so wrong. I actually came to see my boyfriend,” you raise your brows.

He narrows his eyes and moves the file to his side. “Don’t tell me it’s the basketball player in 15.”

“Definitely not,” you laugh.

He contemplates, the gears in his brain turning. “The college student in 20?

“No,” you affirm, your eyes moving past Langdon to see Whitaker approaching him. “He’s right behind—”

Whittaker interjects, quickly asking Langdon a question, unaware of your presence. “What’s the status on—”

“Hold on,” Langdon says with a grin. “I'm trying to guess her boyfriend. Is it the guy with the fractured leg in five?”

“Frank,” you say. “Follow my finger,” you hold your finger up in his line of sight.

He gives you a confused expression as his eyes follow the tip of your finger, moving in the air. He then turns to his side and sees Whitaker standing beside him with a smile.

Langdon's face contorts with confusion before it finally dawns on him. "Whi—Whitaker?" His tone is surprised.

You nod slightly, a smile spreading across your face. “Yes, you dummy.”

“How did that happen?” Langdon asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, you know...things and such,” you say vaguely, your eyes shifting to Whitaker. You tilt your head to the side, signaling him to move to a more secluded area.

“Thanks for agreeing to cover for me, Langdon,” Whitaker jests, handing him another file as Langdon’s mouth hangs open at the new revelation. “I’ll be back in twenty.”

Langdon absentmindedly grabs the file, his mouth slightly ajar, and his eyes narrow in contemplation.

“How long is your shift, doc?” you ask Whitaker as he approaches you.

“Get off at 10,” his hand moves through his hair, and his eyes move rapidly around the ER.

It was filled, every inch occupied and bustling with activity.

Nurses and doctors are busy trying to address the backlog of patient care, though to no avail.

It was too overwhelming to handle all in one day.

You pull your purse onto your shoulder as your teeth chew on your lip. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes move to you, a breath of relief escaping his chest. “I—nothing. I’m okay,” he gives you a half-smile, trying to assure you.

“Are you feeling stressed?” you ask, a concerned frown crossing your face as you notice the tension in his shoulders.

It may seem silly to ask, given that every ER staff member is stressed, but you thought you would ask anyway.

“I—well, you know…” he trails off, scratching his neck. “I’m not exactly feeling relaxed.”

Your eyes narrow in thought before they grow wide with an idea. “I have an idea,” a smirk forms on your lips as you grab his hand, dragging him away. “Follow me.”

“Where are you taking me?” he laughs out, hand gripping yours.

“Shh. Just come on,” you hush his questions. You drag him sneakily into an empty patient room, shove him inside, and follow behind, locking the door after you.

“What are you—” he starts, brow furrowing before he sees the glint sparking in your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“Thought we could try something new?” You pose the question, bashfully moving closer to him.

"Like what?" he asks, his tone filled with curiosity.

You raise your hands to press against his chest. “Like sex,” you say easily. “Only if you want to, of course,” you add quickly as your eyes lock.

“Here?” His voice cracks with surprise.

“Could be fun,” you shrug, your hands resting on his shoulders. “You look so hot in your scrubs,” you lean in and kiss his lips. “And it could help reduce your stress, right?”

He tips his head back and gives you a thoughtful smile. “Sexual intercourse does alleviate stress because it releases hormones like endorphins and oxytocin, which promote relaxation.”

“Oh, yeah,” you purr as you return your lips to his. “I love when you talk all doctor, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “Keep talking.”

“It, uh, can also improve your sleep quality,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with equal passion.

“Can it?” you ask, lightly gliding your fingers over the back of his neck. “Seems like it’s really good for you, huh?” you tease, your hands gripping the hem of his scrub top. “You can touch me,” you assure him, your tongue teasingly licking a stripe across his bottom lip. “But I might bite.”

He releases a shaky groan against your lips that makes your knees lock in place. “Tell me no,” you breathe out, your fingers already popping open the buttons of your top.

He grips you tightly as you pop open the last button. “I want you,” his low voice says, certainty rolling off his tongue. “Show me.”

You give him a devilish smile, dropping your top to the ground and your fingers reaching to pull his scrub top off before discarding it across the room. “Do you masturbate?” you randomly mutter, kicking off your shoes before you slip your jeans off.

He tilts his head, pulling off his scrub bottoms. “Don’t really have the time,” he says honestly before looking at you and contemplating whether he should ask. Eventually, he does. “Do…you?”

"Every night," you say without hesitation, leaning in to press your lips against his once more.

His lips move against yours. “To what?”

"You," you say, nipping at his bottom lip and eliciting a slight whimper.

Your eyes hang lazily, full of desire. “Chair. Now,” you instruct, hands pushing against his chest as you direct him to sit.

You move to straddle his lap, your lips connecting again immediately. “You’re sure about this, right?” you ask again, not wanting to pressure him.

“Please,” he groans against your lips, hands gripping your waist tightly.

Your hand finds its way between your bodies, slipping his boxers down to reach for his hard-on. You pull your panties to the slide before you line him up with your slit, sinking down to accommodate him.

He releases a deep groan, head moving back against the wall, as you hiss at the contact. You grip his shoulders tightly, beginning to rock against him slowly.

"You okay, baby?" you ask gently, your gaze lingering on him.

His eyes are closing tightly as his mouth hangs open. “Yeah,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tight. “I can—I can,” he stutters, unable to get the words out.

“You feel me?” you ask, sweetness coating your voice. “It’s okay,” you affirm. “You can tell me. I wanna hear you,” you murmur, bracing your hand against the wall to get more support.

“Y—yeah,” he chokes out, gripping you tighter. “It feels nice.”

You choke back a laugh so as not to embarrass him. “Good. That’s good,” your voice is low as your movements pick up.

“Can feel you,” his words come out more confident. “Tight.”

You release a shallow moan at his words. “You’re getting good at the dirty talk,” you praise, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Yeah?” he asks, voice strained.

“Mhm,” you can feel your lower stomach tightening. “I’m close.”

He doesn’t answer, he can’t speak, and he’s too transfixed by your movements.

But you can tell.

He’s close too.

But, before either of you can come, a loud knock on the door has you both jumping. You have to stifle a moan as Whitaker moves inside you deeper.

“Doors been closed a while. Need to get patients in and out quickly,” Dr. Robby grunts from outside the door.

“I’m just finishing up,” Whitaker choked out, rushing to stand and nearly causing you to fall as he hurriedly searched for his scrubs.

As he slides into his scrubs, his shirt is inside out, and his pants are on backward. He turns towards you, seeing your face trying to contain a laugh.

“Not funny,” he says, his voice serious, though a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“No. I know—it’s not,” you say, trying to keep your voice serious, but you find yourself laughing. “Sorry, baby,” you say as you chew on your lip and reach for your shirt. “Your pants are on backward.”

He looks down and realizes his pants are on backward and his shirt is inside out. He lets out an amused breath and quickly fixes his clothing as you laugh.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters humorously, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You laugh softly. “I should get going; I know how Robby is,” you said, kissing him. “I’ll text you later.” With that, you leave, leaving Whitaker to alone.

He lets out a deep breath, his heart still pounding, and his mind still racing.

When he finally leaves the room to head to the triage desk, Dr. Robby is waiting for him.

“Whitaker,” Dr. Robby says, eyes narrowed.

Whitaker spins on his heels. “Yeah, Dr. Robby?”

“You got…,” Dr. Robby trails off, bringing up a finger to gesture to his face. “…lipstick,” he confirms, eyebrow raised.

“Oh,” Whitaker brings his hand up, maniacally swiping his skin to try and get rid of your lipstick.

“Let’s keep the after-work activities, after work, yeah?” Dr. Robby says, patting Whitaker on the shoulder as he wipes your lipstick off his face. “And let’s make sure they’re at least a few hundred feet away from, you know who,” he adds, discreetly nodding towards Dr. Abbott, who is typing furiously on a computer.

Whitaker sheepishly nods, his face reddening as Dr. Robby gives him an amused smile before moving back towards a patient room.

Whitaker ducks his head down, eyes going wide as Dr. Abbott looks at him with his signature stern expression. He then moves to the lounge, taking his phone out of his pocket to text you.

Him: Robby knows.

Me: you're alive! i thought i was gonna have to start dating robby's daughter lol

Me: he’s not one to gossip, so don’t worry too much!

Him: It's comforting to hear that you would have moved on not even one hour after being with me.

Me: i'm just kidding drama-queen!

Me: besides, she has a secret bf i don't know about...

Him: Are you just speculating? You tend to do that a lot…

Me: no…i KNOW she does. i can just feel it.

Me: i think he works at the hospital…

Him: Alright, so you are just speculating.

Me: i will hunt you for sport.

Him: Back to my problem, what if he tells your dad? Will he kill me?