#full lore

[miss-conner3]

I want to put this in order, because… there is a lot I could say.

“The Little Bubble AU” began as a world where Ando, my sheep OC, existed. He was the Lamb's older brother, who died during a disastrous voyage in Silk Cradle and now lives under the premise that he is free and can make whatever decisions he wants, of course, as long as it's within the world his younger brother created.

The cult. Their little bubble.

Where nothing can go wrong.

And the story was going to be about how Ando, a revived sheep, adapted to his new life in the cult, discovering unspeakable secrets about his little brother and facing the possibility that he might have no choice but to leave.

On the other hand, I wanted to explore a little more about the subject of his resurrection.

But to do that, I had to start developing The Lamb. My lamb.

So I gave him a name, “Bert-Bert,” and with that new identity, the rest began to take shape.

Bert-Bert is someone who was always loved, overprotected, and forced to adapt to his situation. Rebellious, but obedient. Willing to trust the word of those he believed to be his family, like his older brother.

That's why his death tore at him so much. Because without anyone to rely on, how did he think he could survive alone? It was impossible.

He surrendered to Shamura's followers at the slightest opportunity, only to regret it later. All because his fear of facing life alone was greater than the fact that once he was caught, it would all be over for him.

That the sacrifice his older brother made had ended like this, in vain.

But it was too late for regrets, and in the end, Bert-Bert only wished his brother and his family would forgive him for leaving with them so soon. Without even trying.

And then he died.

And here's something curious: I had established that both my lamb and Ando didn't know the reason for their persecution, but they did know that they should never trust a god.

This is where I get into a little lore about the nomadic group, that aforementioned group my sheep had to join to increase their chances of survival—yes, that very one. Made up of former followers from the four territories of the Old Faith, the one I'm going to tell you about is the leader of that group, a former spy from the Shamura territory and secretly one of the thousands sent to monitor Narinder before he was imprisoned.

Well, this leader, of all the nomadic group, was the one who had the most context about the persecution of sheep and the original reasons why the bishops wanted to make them disappear so desperately. But with his murky past behind him, he couldn't be entirely honest with his fellow travelers, fearing being rejected once again by his own kind.

So all he could do for them was guide and protect them on their grueling journey to freedom and advise them never to trust their faith in any god again.

Advice at that time was useless, but in the past it could have saved a million sheep.

Because… ¿What was a shepherd without his flock? ¿And what was a god without anyone believing in him?

They would be nothing.

And with that small hope, Ando and Bert-Bert learned to trust only what they could see, hear, and feel. And to reject anything related to the gods of those lands.

Because for them, their protection would be denied again and again.

So they could only trust themselves.

But that could only work up to a point, which brings us back to my lamb, who upon dying and seeing The One Who Waits had no choice but to believe in his existence, but not to trust his intentions.

Bert-Bert wasn't interested in anything he had to say; however, Bert-Bert was small and helpless, and the Death, large and imposing, prevented him from expressing his true feelings. Cornered under a reality he was still trying to process.

He hadn't wanted to die. He hadn't wanted his brother's efforts to go to waste like this. He just hadn't wanted to do this alone.

So when the deity showed even the slightest bit of kindness, Bert-Bert clung to him.

Because… ¿Who else did he have?

After all, he'd always depended on others to survive, and now Bert-Bert had to cling to someone if he wanted to survive. And he had to live.

For him, for his brother. To try to fix it.

So he accepted his crown. He played his game.

He founded a cult in his name, shared his teachings, and followed every piece of advice his predecessor had given him. All with the strong desire that maybe, if he did as he was told, he could get his family back and leave that place for good.

To do it better this time.

But time passed, and Bert-Bert began to feel more and more comfortable. He began to warm to his followers, to value their experiences, and to enjoy the power that only the crown could give him. He felt life was slightly simpler and began to wonder if it might not be better to just stay.

Stay here forever.

Where nothing could go wrong, where he had a place to eat and sleep, where he had people to lean on, to cry with, and to laugh with. He learned to love here, to grieve for his losses, and to care for every single person who joined his little safe place.

He began to wonder that if he was good enough, maybe the god he worshipped would allow him to stay. Maybe bring his family back to enjoy this beautiful place he'd been able to call home, and maybe... maybe...

Hope in Bert-Bert blossomed.

So, my lamb began to dream that maybe his wish would come true. He was already strong enough, so defeating the bishops shouldn't take him that long; he just had to try harder. He just had to wait a little longer.

But something happened during a crusade in Silk Cradle, once again, an incident with Shamura. A follower of his flock was turned against him, and while he was deliberating between his need to regain his believer's consciousness or defend himself, a vision came to him.

An old memory.

His brother, Ando, raising a dagger at him. Empty eyes. Tears. Blood.

And the events of the past and present merged into something my lamb thought he'd already forgotten. The impotence. The pain.

The death.

My lamb killed that follower and lost his way as his will to continue this crusade faded. Distracted, he was killed by a heretic, attacked from behind, and ended up bleeding to death while still trying to recover from the shock of the vision.

He ended up at the feet of the One Who Waits, the god who seemed to have given him everything, and for the first time since accepting his crown, he hesitated. Because he remembered his brother.

And it was as if everything suddenly became clear.

The moment his desires had begun to change, the moment he decided to stay, the faces that had once been important to him had vanished. His memories were gone.

His priorities had shifted.

But my lamb remembered his older brother. He remembered everything.

And he was afraid he had made a mistake again.

A serious mistake.

At first, my lamb refused to distrust the god to whom he had given his life, his new life. He ignored the warnings and the signs, trying to believe that maybe when everything was done, he could still revive his brother. His family.

His lord would allow it; he had to. He had believed in him so much; he had done so much for him. He had to.

But it wasn't like that.

So my lamb had to fix it.

And so, devastated and doubting his own power, my lamb confronted him and defeated him. He brought him into the cult, denied his former divinity, and presented him as Narinder.

A mere mortal, now just a follower, just someone they saved while freeing the god they worshipped. Just another one of the crowd.

Just another lie.

The cult kept its name, its doctrines, and its altars. My Lamb maintained everything as if nothing had changed. As if he had done nothing.

As if nothing had happened.

My lamb covered everything under a weak lie, changed the narrative, and, without anyone contradicting him, turned it into the truth. He hid behind it and looked for a way to redeem himself before those he believed he had abandoned and those who had given everything for him from the beginning.

His family. His older brother, Ando.

He had to bring him back. Whatever it takes.

Because he didn't want to do this alone anymore. Live. Change.

Ascend.

And I could go on forever about his hasty ascension, the resurrection of the bishops, the arrival of the goat, his journey through purgatory, and his leap toward a new discovery that, I hope, will add a new twist to this already long story.

But I'll leave it here because I need to save something to draw (>u<)

And that's all XD

¡Good night!

There are ten billion personal Lamb interpretations and all of them are correct (and also the other characters but I suffer from lamb favoritism)

If you're looking for an excuse to ramble about your Lamb or AU (or any cotl character you have) take this post to do it NOW

[chloesimaginationthings]

The aftermath of SOTM secret ending,,

[lazylittledragon]

Can we please see more of Ximena unofficially adopting Viktor

always <33

[anbaisai]

The voices won, introducing my jamimayu fankid 🐍🍙

(Originally I wanted to make a more proper full-body ref before sharing him BUT I liked how this turned out, so treat this as like a bit of a sneak peek ww)

[cerealmonster15]

PITAYA DRAGON COOKIE PLEASE WEIGH IN ON YOUR BATTLE WIFE'S NEW LOOK

[mooneggtarts]

Mike will tellthe kid once he's a little older, or once Mike has the mental capacity to explain it

[eldritch-ace]

The Leading Man

I love how after watching Nightmare Time, TGWDLM implies that all the powerhouses of Hatchetfield were infected before the CCRP crew (also that Pokey plays favorites)

[milkcurdles]

Born to prosecute, forced to hold up baby sister so she can investigate the window

[majunju]

the little mermaid (?)

[gravitycoill]

happy pride month to the watchers

[mayasaura]

The light Nona casts on the confrontation at the end of Harrow the Ninth changes so much about it. Not what happened, really, but the underlying assumptions. It drives me insane. It's tragic, it's infuriating, and it's also, just a tiny bit, on a meta level, hilarious.

Mercy was wrong. There is no perfect process. John didn't do anything perfectly. He'd flailed his way into godhood with all the control and intentionality of a toddler having a meltdown in a china shop. He ripped his cavalier from her body and never put her back. He did consume her; she persisted because her soul was simply too big for him to contain.

There is no perfect lyctorhood. Mercy was wrong, and John didn't argue with her.

He could have, is the thing. If he'd laid everything out for them, then and there, he could have made a strong case that what he did with Alecto can't be replicated by human beings. That nothing he'd hidden from them would have changed Cristabel's fate, and had Alecto been human, she would have turned out just the same as the others. I doubt he would have really believed it himself if he had, but he's hardly above lying. He didn't even try. Why did he just agree with her and not even try?

That's the kicker of it. Nona had already answered that question before it even inspired the asking. He didn't try because people don’t forgive, not really. He didn't see a point to arguing with her because once people start to doubt, you’ve already lost them. They'll believe whatever they want to. The details would have done nothing. Which is both a fascinating insight into what was going on there, on an interpersonal level, and also.

We stewed on that reveal for years. We built castles of meta on that perfect lyctorhood theory, and all along, John was letting us misunderstand. Because it was easier than telling the truth. Godfuckingdammnit, Tamsyn.

[ssalballoon]

be a moon unto yourself 🌕

i took a long break btwn working on this one n this was the original idea... i do miss it but i thought the clothes were too unrelated to him :( goodbye leyendecker inspired gale 💔

- comp based on gale's datamined icon/waterdeep's coat of arms

- pose is from persona 3 protag's boss fight in p5r + listen to kimi no kioku if u haven't already ⚰️

- the flowers are roses!! i associate them with gale + his ambition even more after learning he burnt the rose bushes as a child

[lil-vibes]

Day 5: Peer into the darkness

Previous/Next

(prompt list here! ) + bonus bc i cant help myself 😔

[crow-caller]

Main thing I've internalised from wh40k lore is that the emperor is alive RIGHT NOW on earth and we still have time to beat his ass

[thimblings]

~years later....

so @noctiscorvus sent me an incredible 'crowlycule' ask detailing out a scene, dialogue and all, and i decided i needed to draw it all credit for the idea and words goes to @noctiscorvus, i just couldn't help myself uwu;

the dagger is a snake and wings, with a mechanism in the handle that allows for poison to be held in it and then dripped out the mouth of the snake into a divot in the blade (idk if that actually would work but it's fantasy lemme have this).

idk why i keep drawing comics i do not understand good panelling i just have ideas i need TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD and sequential panels with drawings with white voids in the background are how i'm doing it lmao

anyway enjoy and i love ask suggestions, this made me so happy haha

[asterilya]

**wip** i literally love these guys so much.

also this is my Precanon Melvik That Is Doomed By The Narrative Made Up In My Head