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OMG LAMB!!!! OMG HIIII
#cotl#cotl lamb#my art#cult of the lamb#cult of the lamb fanart#YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LAMB#queue queue queue
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TROD PART 2!! By @bamsara
part 1
will maybe say more about it when I’m not so sleepy. much happier with this one though!
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#crowcraft#trod au#the rehabilitation of death#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl the lamb#cotl lamb#toww#cotl the one who waits#narinder#cotl narinder#yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy. bedtime now#bookbinding
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cw // suggestive (just in case) 🐐🕷
Rammura doodles that were past overdue (this is not enough i am making more) (rammura goes more hard than goatmura i think so i will use that instead)
#sydneys doodles#cw suggestive#cotl#cult of the lamb#the goat#goat#shamura#rammura#goatmura#goat x shamura#YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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wip wednesday yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
tagged by @todderwodders thank u <3 sorry for what i’m about to inflict on u. this is my rent lowering gun shot. a snippet of first bite. tw for abuse and penetration as a stabbing metaphor. very hard to understand without the context of having the whole thing i think but uhhhhhhh. that’s just my writing i think lol. idk man i’m gonna toaster bath now
You don’t even feel it at first, not really. Your instincts have never betrayed you; you know this at least. This sensation, however, is entirely alien to you, and yet you are so focused on staying awake, staying here, staying alive. And I help you; I always do, don’t I, my dove? You will not fly tonight, and how grand it would be if you never were to do it again—I place my right hand on your loins, move you upright, you squeal a delightful little squeal, you try to stay quiet, rob me of what is mine, but I can hear it, oh, I do. I always do. And then—you start to feel it—red warmth trickling down your legs, and were the thousands of needles prickling them always there? And hot—it is so hot, you feel your skin sear in this unbearable heat. You breathe in—no, you don’t breathe in—you want to, desperately want to, but you simply cannot in this moment. Quick, panicked half-breaths barely fill your lungs, and then even they cannot reach them anymore.
“Breathe, Ezekiel. I am here.”
Flesh tearing, muscles ripping—And I help you again; I always do, don’t I, my lamb?—And then there is the pain, of course. I remove my hand gently and slowly from your throat, and then you breathe. You breathe in deeply. You breathe out a scream of agony.
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