#i need to write more of my cotl au

[roseyjustice]

Lambert's getting added to the polycule to make Nari's life a nightmare

[deqdlyowl]

I actually have some old doodles TPtR au related... This one portrays an event from the second chapter.

I have a few more things, but they're kinda spoilers and I'm not really into spoiling... Though one of them is just a spoiler of one interesting detail I want to add (the event my sketch shows most likely won't appear in the fic), while the other one is a WHOLE AHH SPOILER of the shit happening in, maybe like 10+ chapter, I'm still not sure how big I want to make the fic, ahaha.

Also rambling and venting out my feelings under the cut because I forgot to take my meds yesterday. You don't have to read but I would be happy if you do.

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Every time I start something I like, it begins to feel like a small obligation after some time, no matter how I feel about the thing I create. I love my fic and I really want to finish it, because it's also a huge emotional boost for me when I understand that I passed my word count goal in the chapter and I finally can write down my 24/7 daydreaming about CotL (even if not all of them, I often think about selfship, sorry, ahaha),AND I have a nice feedback. BUT. My ability is to abandon things. I have many unfinished drawings, unfinished crafts, like, a crocheted Spycrab or a full-sized HHH tf2 weapon, even though I really want to finish it all, but since I took a really long break, I just abandoned it all. That's usually the reason why I don't make comics. (The only comic I've ever made is that one silly meme about bees). And a month ago I started writing TPtR.

I'm scared of this happening to my fic, that's why I force myself to write if I'm not doing so for more than two days. Somehow it boosts my motivation, but at the same time, the thought of having to force myself to do something, even if I love it, makes me anxious. Why am I not doing anything if I love it? Perhaps it's just my depression with AuDHD kicking in, and sometimes I forget to take my ADs (I don't have ADHD meds yet) that makes me suddenly apathetic about everything. And then anxiety. And then I get sad when I can't come up with words.

Today I was describing the thing I have no experience in. I made tonnes of research, watched many videos of how people do it, tried to find words, but it looks... Meh. And I'm sad. And when I'm sad about something I do, I abandon it. BUT I WON'T. I will force myself to not, because I still want to write! I try to reassure myself that it looks shitty because it's still a draft and written in my native language. However, if looking at my current word count, the chapter won't be short, and it makes me happy. I'm sad and happy. I'm confused about my feelings about what I do!! I can just abandon doing ANYTHING and be lazy for years as it happened in middle school! But I have to force myself. To do anything at all. I already bed rot when I'm not studying, and if I'm studying at home, I still do it in bed. I'm losing weight (I'm severely underweight), my dogs feel bad (they're almost 12), it's my final year in school so I also study hard for my finals, my dreams say weird things (I believe in dream-telling or whatever, and I kinda can decipher them) and it all devours me from inside. But I can't give myself a rest. Or. I'll. Abandon. The thing. I love!

I'm repeating, but my head repeats everything most of the time as well, it's either loud and messy (adhd) or quiet and agonizing (autism), my ADs make my body parts twitch, I don't think that I need my therapist anymore, because it feels like there's no different between me before and me after talking to her.

I love my friends though. Their cheerful reaction to my fic or sketch updates is something that also boosts my motivation of doing something. I love art because of the feeling of creating something, but after finishing, I get the desire to see someone's reaction to what I did.

That's all, I think. I mean, not all, but I don't want to repeat again and again, my memory is getting worse as well, I feel like I kin Shamura ahahahha. I want to take an MRI. What if I have a tumor.

[k4ychiko]

How would look cultists (Old faith) Look in your Cotl band au? And bishops? And how they Role change?

I NEED ANSWERS

Heres their full ref sheet!

Ive made a bunch of doodles and art (under the #cotl band au tag) but i'll be planning to make more art of them! Theyre very dear to me..

I'll write some stuff down here about the characters

Keep in mind this au is not related to scott pilgrim 😭😭 just cus i drew lamb in that poster doesnt correlate to the show pls thank you!!

So since its a modern au, Some stuff might not be similar to the original lore in the game such as the bishops injury and what not lol

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Shamura - multi purpose

They learned to play a lot of instruments at a very young age, and passed their talent to their siblings. Shamura thought of teaching them only as a hobby, not fully knowing well that they'd form a band.

Shamura couldn't finish their education because they needed to be the one providing for their younger siblings. They work as a tailor.

But despite it all Shamura is still very wise and smart.

Shamura is 31.

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Kallamar - keyboard and backup

kallamar's voice has always been my favourite because of how soft and melodic it sounded in the game. So not only is he a keyboardist, but also a backing vocalist too.

He's in a polyamorous marriage. Two wives and 1 husband. (Kallamar also has a son.)

And because of his family, kallamar couldn't attend in majority of their band practices

He's hard of hearing. Knows sign language.

Kallamar is 27.

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Heket - bass

Heket can speak, but prefers to appear mute to the audience.

She speaks using sign language. Everyone in the band knows sign lanuage.

Heket is currently in college learning mechanical engineering.

She's bisexual. And currently dating someone. (Not revealing who just yet)

Sozo and Heket are very good friends. Enjoying tea time together and talking a lot of things. Mostly about mushrooms and family.

She's 22.

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Leshy - drummer

Leshy and yellow cat (named Fian in this au) are dorm roommates and best friends. Some believe they are more than friends.

All his chaotic energy and anger goes to banging on those drums. Shamura thought it was meant to be.

Leshy studies biology. People didnt believe him when he revealed he's one of the top students in his college.

He has a really good memory. Memorized the drums layout immediately after losing his vision.

Hes 20.

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Narinder - lead guitarist

Dropped out of college to focus on the band. Bad decision really.

Aym and Baal were the only nerdy fans to get close and have a sweet relationship with nari. Like he's their uncle.

Narinder and Lamb used to date when they were 20. They broke up because of miscommunication (and many more reasons). they are in good terms 3 years later.

Lamb had moved on from their relationship, but nari hasnt.

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Lamb - Lead singer

Lamb can do a death metal scream, dont let that innocent look fool you.

They were recruited in the band by narinder and became the leader.

Ratau adopted Lamb

Lamb's songs are somewhat religious and has a cult vibe. But sometimes they focus about relationships and struggles.

Lamb and Goat are really great best friends. Maybe even more than best friends.

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If u guys wanna know more feel free to ask me!

[the-one-who-lambs]

"Propose," for @bamsara

HI YOUR DOODLES INSPIRED ME HERE'S A POETRY ATTACK. rambling below the cut.

At first, the death waltz is a misstep.

A sickening skeletal crack, a shape of an invisible scythe.

Sincerity is too kind a lie, but His sacrosanct

Protection (you think)

Lets you rise once more.

Death cannot keep you, but you would let Him

If he welcomes you.

You only believe what He thinks you should know.

The flames engulf you after the smoke does,

But your soul has nearly shed its corpse when you see them.

You stand in the vast chain-bound sanctuary and breathe

Fully (your lungs don’t remember being choked).

It is the first of a fitful of

Scorn and surprises and bone fingertips pressed against your skin.

He helps you to your feet.

Your heart should not beat here. In the infiniteness of your bosom it awakens.

The very semblance of the jagged-bare flesh

Encircling your neck is an intimacy in itself.

The blissful torment of the swordsman’s blade

Releases (so close to peril)

And He is already in your periphery.

Call it duty. Call it love.

Choose it as the last decision you’ll ever make.

Fate’s a tarot pull. You draw your card with eyes sealed shut.

You are a disgraced, depraved approximation of a person.

The chill of his embrace is warmer than the hands

That build the bonfire. It is in the name of

Someone (you shan’t say who)

And in the ashes of your grief your reflection

Stares back with three eyes.

The temptation to burn yourself seeps out,

Ichor-like. You don’t die tonight, not yet.

A careful drip of poison. The aftertaste of iron

In your mouth: communion seeping into your own goblet.

A moonshine moment of annihilation, however brief

Before (infectious, echoing, comforting)

You bleed out. You hope you die today.

He hopes you die today. It’s an

Ambrosial veil between you.

You slip beneath it with a sweet hello.

It’s never quite intentional until

The myths surrounding Him fall away.

The secrets you keep are shared, kept safe

Until (your reunion, this time, was not quite an accident)

They are intertwined: you are inescapably

Lonely and in your separate spheres

You vie for dominance. It’s a furious, bloodsoaked rendezvous.

It was always He who waited, but you’ll be patient.

He feels you in every dream. You

Stop time with your voices.

It’s His frustration melting away

With your kisses (you’re not there yet)

And makes Him yours, in freedom,

Dependent on nothing nobody you himself

The fetters are invisible but you hear them

Rattling every time your heart beats.

Your breath need not return anymore so you

Relearn to dodge the aim of an arrow, the pierce of a blade.

Living is foul, a promise half-hidden,

Desperate. (It lingers on your tongue.)

Death bound you together. You know how to die.

You have to remind yourself that heaven lays barren.

It will not hold you

Should Death keep you apart.

Get appreciated idiot /pos /lh

So, this was inspired by this post, which was super wholesome and sweet, but I couldn't write this without infusing it with the urgency and anxiety and sense of danger that looms over The Rehabilitation of Death. Bits and pieces of references to your AU are sprinkled in throughout. I hope you (and my readers and your readers as well) enjoy picking apart the themes here!

I actually wrote this live on stream last night! I made sure none of my friends were streaming before I started because I didn't want to miss anyone if someone was already live, but then you started streaming like 10 minutes later and I was like FUCK now I wanna watch you. But after a couple of hours on my new extra-hard CotL save (OUCH), I switched to writing and just... hoped you wouldn't pop in because I wanted this to be a surprise. For most of the writing part of the stream this poem was titled "IF SARA STOPS STREAMING SEND ME A WARNING."

Anyway, we don't usually get to talk more than a couple times per week because we both have Shit To Do, but you are SO FUN to be around and I am so so glad I met you!! Your friendship is a blessing and your creativity is a gift.

Also posted to AO3 as onethirdofimpossible here!

[severalcontemplatingducks]

After browsing and enjoying some of the lovely narilamb content on here and ao3, I now have some ideas for a cotl au I’d like to write on. Here’s a quick bullet point overview of some of its main aspects for now;

-Slow burn tragic yuri (well, half the time. I intend for Nari to be gender fluid in this au, as I imagine gods wouldn’t be particularly constricted to any one gender)

-Survivors guilt! Lamb. Considering they’re the last of their species after the rest were massacred by the Old Faith, I think there’s plenty to explore with the implications such a horrible event might leave on them. I assume they’ve been on the run or trying to hide from the Old Faith prior to eventually being captured and executed, I wouldn’t doubt that all the while they were haunted by the atrocities committed against the rest of their kind and family. It’d be interesting if in this au they actually did wish to join the rest of their fallen species after growing so weary of being hunted down, only for death to apparently need them for their ends.

-A final deal between Lamb and Narinder, where while lamb does refuse to give the crown back to Narinder after beating all the bishops once, they promise to give it back to them upon finally being able to find and properly lay to rest the remains of their family/friends. Afterwards, lamb is content with handing death’s domain back to Nari and facing the afterlife as was intended from the start.

-Yandere! Narinder. What better to contrast lamb’s yearning for disappearance into the afterlife than if death itself wanted them to stay? I already have quite a few ideas for how I’d like to write my version of Narinder. Which I’ll likely expand more on in future posts. For now, I’ll simply say, Nari will be a level of tragic probably on par with lamb.

-The gods of the Old Faith ultimately being embodiments of the inevitable laws they represent. While they do hold sway and can control to a good degree whatever they preside over, they cannot do anything to change the foundation of the laws they represent. In a sense, they’re always bound to the very laws that give them power. Blessing and a curse at times. Doing some of my own world building for this should be fun

-An overall angst-fest ahead. I have a craving for the feels and I must subject these two to it.

-Perhaps I’ll make some art for this au. I think it’d be a nice change of pace, considering I don’t typically do fanart.

[elianaroselight]

So I have fallen into the CotL world and came across an awesome AU called the Heartstring AU by @bleeding-seraphic. I loved this post about Leshy meeting his soulmate (again) and had to write about it.

TW : talks of sacrificing another and mentions of genocide

How did he end up in this predicament? This was the thought running through Leshy's mind as he listened to the lamb that had somehow managed to make him mortal. “-welcome to your new forever home, you genocidal freak.” Ah. Still was quite the spitfire it seems. Even after all these years. “If you need anything, man up and deal with it on your own. Oh. And if you try anything, I'll break both your knees and sacrifice you to your brother. Bye now!” Well, that was quite the whiplash of a threat. 

Leshy listens to the sound of feet walking away, used to his dark world forcing him to rely on sound to orient and understand his surroundings. The worm sighs when the coast is clear, reaching down to scratch an itch on his pinky. ‘Damned beast.’ He thinks before being startled by the feeling of something on his finger. He feels it quietly. It was.. A thread? A string of some sort. Thin but strong. Almost like spider silk. It didn't seem to be touching the ground, meaning it was floating or tied to something else. Now he was curious. Where did this strange thread lead to?

He loosely holds it, following where the string directed him to go. A few times, he had to walk around a building or even past some plants. (He was especially careful around those.) As he walked, he could hear someone working in the dirt before standing up. He seemed to be nearing this person and planned to walk right on by, until he realized the string he was following wasn't going around them. It was leading him to them. He feels his hand touch theirs and feels a gaze upon his face. The gentle sparks and warmth he felt where they touched was oddly welcoming if confusing. 

They sat in silence for a moment before the other screamed, startling the god. Leshy flinched back, trying to figure out why they were yelling but before they could do anything, the sound of hurried footsteps caught his attention and he stepped back a bit more. “Okay. Okay. What is going on?” The lamb calls out to them. Before Leshy could speak, the other begins to yell at the lamb. “WHY IS THE GOD OF DARKWOOD HERE?!” He's been recognized? 

“You must have recognized him wrong, Mel. He is but a rescue from Darkwood.” They say as the lamb tried to calm the other. So Mel is the name of the one his string is tied to? Leshy quickly makes note of that information as he listens on. “My lamb, I think I'd recognize the god who tried to sacrifice me! And even if I didn't, our strings were the same the first time we met and-and they still are!” A sacrifice? There was only one sacrifice that had managed to get away from him. A silent yellow cat who had been set free after he was creeped out. So this ‘Mel’ was the yellow cat he set free? Huh. 

The annoying sheep pauses for a moment before speaking with a bit of an uncertain tone. “Are you sure your strings are attached?” “Yes! I've known since I saw it connect while I was at his altar to be sacrificed!” “I see. Well, he won't be able to harm anyone here so I'm giving him another chance. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Mel. We can talk this over more when things settle down again.” 

Leshy hears the cat near him sigh. “Yeah okay.” They say before walking off. Leshy can feel the glare from the lamb on him, but ignores it to process this information. So this string was attached to Mel, a yellow cat he had set free a while back. The only thing left to answer was: what is this string and why is it attaching them? 

[ilidaeandquill]

Take It Off - Chapter 1 - IlidaeAndQuill - Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

THE BIRTHDAY FIC IS HERE AAAAAHHH 🎉🎉

Take It Off is a short CotL fanfiction I wrote to celebrate my 21st birthday (today - yippee!!) but also to write all aspects of a potential CotL Modern AU I want to write.

Similar to CotL's Pilgrim comic, the story follows Jalala and Rinor as they journey the city's thriving nightlife. Of course, nothing is that easy. Four business-owning siblings cause nothing but mayhem, rumors of organized crime crawl through the streets, and a greedy politician threatens to rip the beloved city apart. The world around is changing too fast, and Jalala doesn't know how to handle it... but an amiable lamb and brazen goat might just help her find her place.

Until Leshy blows stuff up but we're not going to talk about that.

I’m going to break down every self-indulgent part I put in the fic, because most of it are just parts of “me” I want to share. The other bit of indulgence is the shipping but I don't need to break that down lol.

If you read the fic, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you thought! I want Take It Off to be a fun experience from start to finish, so any additional comments or critiques are more than welcome.

Seriously. Anything for this fic, whether it’s a kudos or a like, or a reblog or a comment, will mean so much more than you know. A little “Hey, I loved your fic!” work wonders for an author’s morale, especially since we often spend a fuck ton of time prepping, drafting, writing, editing, and doing way more than what’s necessary to create these stories.

Without further ado, here’s a breakdown of all the parts of “me” I slipped into the fic.

“Give it!” Rinor leaned over her. “I’m banning you! You’ve listened to Liquid Smooth so much these past few days, I think Mitski’s filing a restraining order.”

I like Mitski and thought this was funny lol. Tbh I haven’t listened to her in a minute.

Beside them, Yarlen chortled. “Cause one time, the old winery she used to work at hosted a drag brunch, and she witnessed a drag queen get on her knees for her pregnant manager.”

This did actually happen lolol it was so funny. But yeah I did lose the video :(

Considering the sun had just started to set, skimming the beaches and cityside horizon, Jalala was not yet twenty-one. Rarely did she stroll the city at night, and never on weekends. There were more cars than there were people to drive them, and more people than buildings to hold. Bars and restaurants each packed their party, and then some. She would blink; the click of a camera, and open her eyes to a completely new scene. Again, and again, endless as the oceans that crashed on the shore. Jalala would have suggested going there instead, but if the city wasn’t jam-packed, the beach definitely was.

SAN FRAN OH SAN FRAN

I went to San Francisco in January and oh my god. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love with a city faster. I’m usually not a huge city fan, but wow, San Fran just got me. It’s what inspired the setting of this fic :)

Like that yellow cat leaned against a streetlight, fixing a chain-link belt across her black miniskirt. Under the light, every part of her glowed: her jewelry, her makeup – even her green eyes seemed to shine.

Fena, oh my sweet Fena. I never should have subjected you to All Is Fair. You weren’t meant to be in an early 1900s cult; you’re meant to be a y2k party girl. I’m so sorry for stripping you of your true purpose.

That said, I based Fena and Leshy off a real couple I know. They’re youngest siblings. They’re also college alcoholics (I don't think they do drugs but I know they get hammered a lot). They’re super cute though!

“I don’t think my brother’s going to catch it.”

“No?” chirped Kallamar. “Give him to me for a night; he’ll catch it, no problem.”

Yeah, so that… uh…

… yeah.

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And here we are, in the heavier parts of the story. I wanted the thematic question of this fic to reflect reality: "Is life worth living/fighting for when all seems dire?" (Peep the state of the world, lovely existential crisis.). The answer is yes, obviously, and in that, we have to remember the people of our past who are worth living for.

One cluster of photographs showed a dog. She had black fur with white accents. Her clothes were dull, but her eyes were vibrant – brown and wide and filled with life. This world was hers, and she knew it.

I got into CotL because my dog, who I follower-ified (is that a word?) here, passed away shortly after I started playing the game. It felt right to put her here. It felt right to remember and state loudly, proudly, that she is one of my reasons to keep living.

She changed. I'll change too, one day. For now, I'll live with all the joyful memories we had and take her spirit wherever I go.

Another assortment showed a brown cat standing behind a laptop and a microphone. Headphones rested on his shoulders. He took them off to give the camera a goofy grin.

This is a tribute to the audio director, Narayana Johnson/River Boy. I saw from a comment on the CotL TikTok that his favorite follower form was the general cat form from Darkwood. If this is incorrect, please let me know so I can properly portray River Boy.

He loved Cult of the Lamb, and he loved music. It felt right to put him at the hub of it all, where his memory can be properly cherished, in both fiction and reality.

These are the lives worth living for. Your life is worth living, too. So, even if things seem hectic, we have to keep living. We will change when our time comes. For now, I want to honor and live for them in every way I can.

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Alright, alright, that's enough depression. Oh what was it I said...

Cheers erupted. Jalala, with Rinor’s hand in her own, shouted her own. She never knew she could shout so loud. Across the stage, Sinful Silk grinned. “Then let’s get back to turning it the fuck up!”

(This one's a little bit of a spoiler lol I'm not scheduled to post this bit until the next chap.)

THAT THAT THAT OHH MY GOD

MEGAN THEE MOTHERFUCKING STALLION INSPIRED THAT

I WENT TO HER CONCERT IN MEMPHIS LAST YEAR DURING HER HOT GIRL SUMMER TOUR AND AAAAAHHHH SHE INSPIRED THAT QUOTE BC I LOVE HER SO MUCCHHH

Holy shit. Holy shit. They might be the coolest fucking person alive. Holy shit holy shit holy shit-

Yeah that's 100% just me talking lolol.

Bro look at them bro they’rE SO FUCKING COOL

“You love the goat.” YEESSS YES I DO. I love them. I love their dumb little eyes and fluffy cashmere and violet/purple/silver color palette and massive horns and "never retreat never surrender" attitude. And I love angry characters. I love characters who are perpetually pissed, filled with so much grit and spite and rage that watching them can’t help but get me amped up too.

I have been obsessed with this goat for over six months. That obsession is not fading. So if Pollux gets special treatment that is because they are my child and I love them.

Special treatment in the form of “I have thought of and will write a ShamGoat short story in this AU, but they are 100% getting stabbed and/or shot. Maybe a couple times. Because I love them.”

"Narinder? Hey? I can't – I can't hear you. Did you mute yourself? … Narinder? Narinder!" Castor kept shouting to him, saying his name. Yarlen lumped his head on Jalala’s shoulder. “You should – when you – you – you should have the... the juniper drink? Right? They’re not IPAs. IPAs are the bad beer, but that one honestly ... no it’s not even bad, La, not even bad.” “Yarlen, pretty sure the juniper drink isn’t beer.” Rinor took his wrist and dragged him back up, taking the weight from Jalala’s end. “Wasn’t it gin? “Tasted like tea, bro, not even bad.” Jalala rolled her eyes. “He’s gone.” "Oh, he's been gone."

I’ve mentioned my boyfriend, right? Yeah. Yeah. God I love him. I love him sober; I love him drunk. But he’s really funny when he’s drunk lol. This is all derived from his drunk rambles.

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I think that’s everything! This Modern AU was such a fun idea to dabble in, I had an incredible time writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

My focus is still on my primary fic, All Is Fair in Death and War, but I can see myself coming back here and write some short stories and one-shots for it. I’ll probably backlog those then post them as Massive Monster releases more details about the sequel/something else brings the fandom out of its hibernation.

Come on. They’re making a sequel. We all know it.

In the meantime, I will definitely be posting drabbles/one-shots for this AU on Tumblr. If you have any suggestions/prompts for the modern AU, send them to my inbox! I need to lore dump. I need to write. I need excuses to write. Oh my god this au was so fun aaahhh.

That is all! Thank you so so soooo much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful rest of your day! 🎉

[watcher-bones]

Something a little different from me.

Rambling but about the cotl au I've slowly been building and writing. (Still no title for it, but hey, fun of wip.)

I've made a small idea about Narinder in a time loop before. There are many ways to go about this, and his overall reaction to realizing his predicament.

I expanded on it a bit and broke down how many resets Narinder would go through. At least a rough layout.

13 was the number I ended with.

Sounds small, however, i broke it down further and asked myself; how long on average are each of these resets?

I went with a general idea based on the mini-bosses, not counting the witness of each domain. I counted each as a generation for those in the cult.

3 generations to kill each bishop.

3 generation is on average 90 years

Rounded up to 100 years.

For 4 bishops, we are now at 400 years.

Now, we add the witnesses and growing the cult before the Lamb sacrifices themselves. I went for 100 years for easy brain math.

It took 500 years to free Narinder.

Now multiplying that by 13 resets

6,500 years Narinder spent trying to be free.

For my story, we will also need to add the fact that this cat was imprisoned 1000 years ago before the lamb showed up.

7,500 years Narinder spent in prison.

To say he's a little fucked up cuase he remembers, and no one else does. Is an understatement.

Come the 13th reset, he's gone through stages of grief before settling on accepting he will never escape. His plans to kill his siblings still happens, but more due to Narinder realizing the damage his siblings have caused in their fear of dying.

So his plan of revenge becomes that of balance.

In the end, he accepts his prison and plans to cater to the dead from the afterlife as the god of death should.

Does that mean the story ends here?

Hell no.

You see, there is a reason behind the reset.

The Fates demand the prophecy be forfilled.

The god of death is still alive

The lamb still has one god to kill

Since resetting does not seem to work, how about possession.

That's the idea so far anyway ^3^

[joffyworld]

JoffyDay™ Contest Results!

Hello everybody!

Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who participated, or even thought about joining in! It means a lot have people, no matter how many or few, even consider spending their time to join together and have some fun writing! I've never hosted a contest before, or any event really (that probably showed xD) but thank you everyone who took the time. I love you all, you all mean the world to me.

Now! Time to announce the winners!

1st Place! - @mad-salesman

Here at first place comes the insane broker themself with a beautiful, short chapter from their AU!

This piece intrigued me right away, with the seemingly discarded scroll, and then promptly forgot how to pull any punches. From the repetition of the words "wept" and "mask" to the almost but not quite sinister tone of the ancient ones, it was an endearing ride to read from start to finish with it both inspiring my hope for the future, and then promptly demolishing the memories of my past.

In truth, I think in my sometimes introspective ways this piece hurt me a little. It reminded me of how much I've lost, but also how human it is to lose people, to mourn, to weep. There is no greater tragedy than to lose, to grow and see others grow too on your path alongside them, but there is also a sweetness to that evil of nature.

Growth is many things. To grow is to learn, to heal, to create. But it is also to lose, to grieve, to destroy. Growth is all things. Growth is human.

No piece reminded me so strongly of that than that scroll from those ever mysterious Ancient Ones, and for that I think this piece more than deserves first place. I gave a prompt, and Salesman delivered more than even I had thought of from it. What a wonderful way to participate.

2nd Place! - @starsonablackboard

Next, here at second comes a wonderful poem about growth as a catalyst for change.

3rd Place! - @paintpaintpaintman

This poem places here because for me, it rings true. There comes a day in all of our lives where we wake up, look in the mirror, and realise subconsciously or otherwise that we are the arbiters of our own horrid deeds now. Every fight, every theft, every drop of blood spilled or harsh word uttered rests solely on our shoulders now, not the world we live in or the parents who raised us. For some, this breaks them, causes them to crack and shatter until naught is left but dust and bone. But for others, the rare few lucky ones, it forges them anew, a stronger vase filled with the hundreds of lessons learned fast and harsh, by them and their predecessors both.

It's a special thing, to come to and see the life you've forged for yourself out of ignorance. But it's an even more special thing to take that life as a thread, and with it weave a beautiful tapestry. Growth is not always pretty, but maybe it doesn't need to be.

Maybe you don't need to be;

Maybe you just need to try.

Last but certainly not least, in third place comes the beautiful poem by Paint³!

This poem has a lovely AABB rhyme scheme that flows super smoothly, and explores the themes of growth with both grace and a well written frustration that fits beautifully in the universe of COTL, creating a super vivid image of the rising spirit within the Lamb as they come into their own; No longer a vessel, no less than a God.

It captures the essence of the game beautifully and perfectly sums up how almost all of us interpret the Lamb to be in our own worlds. Truly, no work perfectly fits into so many AU's, and yet remains so unique with its' own distinct flavourings.

Charity Bonus!

Overall, we had around 5 or 6 people attempt the contest! Which would, by the rules, result in £6 being donated to charity! However, since it's a small audience and you know, why not, I'll triple it and donate £18 to a publicly voted charity! Not a lot I know, but it's a good starting point for future years I think :3

The poll for which charity will receive the money will go live tomorrow as of posting this so that I can do my due diligence and vet them somewhat thoroughly, so stay tuned for that!

See you next year and love you all!

Thank you everyone for all you've done and continue to do. To those that didn't place top 3 in the contest, I offer you my sincerest thanks and my absolute adoration. Every piece was absolutely amazing in its own way, from the cheeky and endearing to the brutal and sobering. There wasn't a single piece I didn't feel something from in the most genuine and tender way, and there wasn't a single paragraph I felt unimpressed or uninspired by.

To the fandom as a whole, I am consistently taken aback by how pure and kind you all are. You're wonderful people, thank you. Seriously.

I hope you all enjoyed your work on this event, and to all who may see this, please continue to try new things! It's a beautiful thing to grow, to change, to experiment. Try, and don't be afraid to fail! After all, where would we be as a species without failure?

The Original Joffy™

[proteas-leaf]

For Sky Lore Fans - The Guide's Reunion's⁠

🍄‍🟫🔷🪻: heyyyy y'all uhm how are you??? :DD Someone, which is not me but is Leaf, wanted to introduce to you a thing that she created while writing her Sky: CotL Fanfiction, Fly Until You See The Light, and that has been going on for a while without you knowing. Soooo Leaf, here is your chance to speak.

🌿📜🫀: alright, thank you, colleague. First of all, I warn you, people. Since the beginning of my Sky story, you can see that it's an AU that tends to be the closest possible to the real game. Thought, it's still an AU, and many things that are NOT CANONIC and just theories exist in there.

Now, we can proceed.

Down here, you find a screenshot of the Chapter 13 of the Prophecy part of my story!

Some of you may wonder: what is a Guide's Reunion? How does it work? That's what I'm going to talk about!

A Guide's Reunion is nothing but a meeting where all the Seasonal Questgivers/Guides organize new Seasons, Events and more. So, I can also say that I've been Daydreaming about some scenarios, and my mind has brought me to the conclusion that the Guides are a full group of chaotic beings and good old friendships.

There is a difference between Seasons and Events, in the Reunions: the Seasons are a more delicate issue, so the Gods create them as ideas and tell the Guides to organize them (such as discovering more about Spirits and the Questgivers if they're already in their area, and more...). About the Events (such as Days of Nature, Days of Style...), which are easier to make and smaller, the Guides create them and organize them on their own.

The Reunions are every two/three weeks, but the time depends mostly on the needs and ideas of the members!

Now, about the Seasonal Questgivers/Guides, I'd like to add some more information.

Every Guide of every Season participates to the Reunions.

Despite this, there are some special cases... And these are the Little Prince Season, Shattering Season and AURORA Season.

These Seasons are not randomly chosen. They have something in common: none of them has got a Sky Person as Guide. The Little Prince has got the Rose, the Shattering has got the Shattered Diamond, AURORA has got an Aurora statue/sculpture (?). So, who participates at the Reunions for the original Guides?

The answers can be two, in these cases. AURORA and Little Prince can be represented by a Spirit of their Constellation. The Spirits of the two Constellations alternate among themselves to participate in the Reunions. But what about Shattering? They have no Spirits, they don't even have a Constellation, if I'm not wrong.

A Messenger of the Stars joins the Reunion for them, and they try to help the Guides.

✷ A Messenger of the Stars is a being that is very similar to Skykids. In fact, the Messengers are Skykids, but they are more related to the Gods and the Elders. They look like normal Children of the Light, but they are known for having the AURORA Blue Wings and/or the AURORA tiara. Their purposes are the following:

To organize expeditions (and participate in them) with magic functions that may be connected to the past, the present or the future of the Sky Kingdom;

To look after the Sky Creatures, if necessary, and to always protect them from the Hunters (just people who hunt the creatures);

To discover the meanings and the hidden stories behind the ancient murals in the Kingdom;

Adding a fact about them, they tend to be good musicians, healers, and they can be good teachers and warriors.

This is an example with an original Sky OC, Guwa. ✷

Now, let's go back to the Reunions topic.

When the Guides are at the Reunions, they can't stay at their area at the same time. So, they can choose between being temporarily replaced by a Spirit of their Constellation to help the Children to complete their Seasonal Quests, or to make the Quests be closed until they come back.

I've told you all a lot about the Present, but what about the Seasons in the past?

Some centuries after the Darkness, the Corruption and the King's fall, the Season were created by the Gods to keep the population united. Children of the Light were already starting their journeys at the age of thirteen, and the Seasons helped them to make new friends more easily.

Sadly, after some time, the Seasons were forgotten because nobody had written informations about them. The first Guides disappeared for choice of the Gods, and they've never returned.

Well, that was until a recent time (that we can also see as 2019, the beginning of the Seasons). The Darkness, angry and mad at Megabird, decided to make a joke on her and gave life to the Season of Gratitude. Megabird wasn't happy about it at first, but she then saw how powerful the Seasons have always been. So, she didn't stop the cycle anymore.

✷ This is also the reason some of my OCs don't have a star sign, which I've seen in the @theweeklylight 's most recent posts.

A star sign is like a zodiac sign, and you can find it in the blog I've tagged. ✷

Fun Fact before continuation

The "before Aviary" Guides usually make friendly jokes about the "after Aviary" Guides. Things like: "Back at my days, ...";

The cycle of the Pendants

The Pendants are the Seasonal necklaces that Skykids can unlock with the Pass during the Seasons.

In my AU, the Seasonal Spirits that have got a Seasonal Pendant are willing to be "secondary Guides", helpers that can participate at the Reunions. When all the Spirits of a Constellation have the Pendants, they all can participate.

The number of Spirits can change, of course. Here is some example:

Season of Remembrance -> Bereft Veteran and Wounded Warrior have the Pendants;

Season of Passage -> Melancholy Mope has the Pendant;

Season of Abyss -> Bumbling Boatswain has the Pendant;

Season of Flight -> Lively Navigator and Light Whisperer have the Pendants.

The Elders wanted to replace the old Guides with this cycle of the Pendants, but no Guide has ever let the group and nobody ever will.

✷ Oh, also, Passage Guide is very sensitive about one of his adopted Children being an helper ✷

So, I can finally say that I am finished with this topic :) I hope you all enjoyed this little essay (can we call it like that?), and I hope that this will be appreciated by the Lore Fans.

Bye bye, Sky People!

[infamouzsky]

COTL Headcanons ramble

Felt like sharing these in case I take a long ass time to draw it out These are still raw in my mind, so some things may change futurely or the way I explain it might not make sense BUT ALAS it is fun to ramble

SO WATCH OUT FOR THE LIST UNDER THE CUT!!

Before Narinder was banished, a feeling of mistrust was already growing amongst the siblings, and one of the reasons for such a thing involved envy (except for Shamura, I like to think they were above finding themselves lower or greater than anyone) Ever since a young age Narinder has always been a fast-learner, and quite skilled at everything he did. Gardening, fighting, cooking, strategizing, he was good. Definitely not perfect, but alarmingly good So as time went by, the Bishops grew colder with him until he eventually turned against them all, and thats where their feeling of envy turned into fear. For both of their own lives and their brother's, because that's when they realized his "flawless" abilities were always and clearly prone to turning him into the monster he then became (smtng like Anakin Skywalker if the image I have of him in my head makes any sense-) Naturally, a feeling of guilt lingers in them for not having been able to see it sooner and stop it, but as Shamura pointed out after Narinder was sealed, this was meant to happen. He was meant to be a monster, and a really good one

Aym and Baal were secretly given to Narinder by Shamura; they performed a ritual by themselves and killed the kits to send them to the Gates. When the brothers arrived, Narinder reluctantly took them in and naturally grew fond of the twins as time went by, but because they were sacrificed as offerings, Aym and Baal were half-immortal (something like the Lamb once they receive the Crown), meaning that they still had mortal needs such as eating or sleeping At the time, Ratau was serving Narinder as the bearer of the Red Crown, and amongst the rat's adventure, the god of Death eventually introduced the red chest we use to sell things for gold. He would request Ratau regularly to send in meals and fish in order to feed Aym and Baal (and I feel like a genius for coming up with why that chest exists hi-) When the kits were finally fully grown and well-trained, they ascended to Divine Guardians of TOWW and officially started serving him Despite their Ascension, Aym and Baal were never trapped into the Gates, so they were able to visit the world above but as ghosts of sorts (which means only a few ppl would be able to see them). It was through these ghostly travels that both were able to learn who their mother was and watched her from afar when not serving TOWW

The Bishops were once mortals before becoming bearers of the Crowns, a long time to ago, meaning that they likely have a life they no longer rememeber For the funs and giggles of it, I like to imagine that this "long time ago" for them was around the times animals still did not wear clothes nor knew how to speak aside from their respective noises AUHAUHASDJSD ALSO POSSIBLY LESS HUMANOID I like the thought of them looking either much more beast-like or just- tiny. Very tiny. As the animals they are AUHAJMDKADS

The Lamb doesnt know how to do SHIT aside from fighting. Im writing my Lamb as an artist in my Death After Life fic for the sake of the angst, but in actuality, they do not care about art that much. I like to think that they'd prefer small silly doodles over full-blown paintings, but if they do put in the time and effort, they manage to make smtng Mona Lisa-esque. So the skill is there, but they prefer to not use it unless for smtng specific. Its like those kinds of hobbies nobody knows u have til u make smtng CRAZY yk This also goes for cooking, except they are truly a Terrible cook, in modern AU Lambert lives off from cheap pizzas and dollar-stored cupnoodles u cannot change my min-

Leshy is the one who'd soften up the most for me. Obv still a fcking GREMLIN but I think he'd be much more considerate than his former self My guy would go from "kys /srs" to "kys /j" ALSO I like to think his and my yellow cat's love language is gifts and/or acts of service, theyre oftenly pampering each other out of the blue <3

This idea is still in the approval stages but.............Shamura remembers a bit of their pre-Bishop life. A bit. And that bit revolves around the fact that they might have known love in the past. Perhaps a romantic one, Im still not sure- Which now that I think about it would make the most sense as to why theyre so forgiving to Narinder, since the Bishop of War would probs want anything but peace with those that wronged them, unless they had a good reason not to cause havoc immediately............

[kazzsk2]

Hello there!

tw long sentences and ask(just in case<':) )

Just found out about your account and your sacrifice ressurection au and I just love it.

But there are some parts I didn't really get so it would be great to hear more about the au. The lack of understanding could be due my bad knowledge of English so sorry in advence if you had revealed information, that I'm asking now, before.

The main questions are about the first part of your story. I haven't played cotl, just heard the lore from tumblr, but still, how much of original game is included in your au? Was there a fight between Narinder and the Lamb like in og? What relationships between Narinder and his siblings?

In one of your comic Lamb says that he resurrected the Bishops from purgatory, if I remember correctly. Is this was after Lamb sacrificed themselves to Narinder or before? Is this was Lamb or Narinder idea to bring them back?

If Shamura was the one to give the idea of resurrection to Narinder in the first place why Narinder had to do it in secret? ...how he hid the bodies of the Lamb when he killed themself?

What was the Bishops reaction to resurrected Lamb?

That's the first that came to my mind but I'm sure there is more but it's late and my braincells are not really in the mood to work.

If my writing was so bad that you couldn't understand what I was asking about then take it as the cry to more au ramble. I need it to function okay for the next 5 days. Begging like Narinder to Lamb.

Btw can't wait for your another au posts:)

Good night!

Or morning, day or evening. Idk what timezome you are in.

Dude I'm so glad you like my au >:D, but yeah most of the prologue is the game. Narinder and the lamb do end up fighting in the game in a giant boss fight if you choose to keep the crown rather than giving it to him. After that, if you spare his life, you can get him to join your cult. Similar final boss fights happen against the other bishops to get them to join.

This is when I diverged off the game as after all of that, the lamb in my au sets up a sacrifice of themself after all of that to give the crown back to narinder and give him back his powers.

The relationship between narinder and his siblings was a bit strained at first (because they killed him and would've had him trapped for all of eternity basically) but this au takes places after they've made up to the best of their abilities and are somewhat regular siblings now.

It was shamura who suggested the idea first to narinder, but they regretted that as they realized that narinder was worse off mentally than they thought he was and narinder began to grow obsessed with the idea of bringing them back.

It got to the point that the both heket and shamura had began to monitor narinder when they could to prevent him from trying to resurrect the lamb as it wasn't doing neither of them good for him to keep trying. Of course, narinder had begun to do them in secret at night and by the time the others realized what he was doing, it was too late and he made the deal with lamb.

Heket was furious cuz she knew the lamb didn't want this and this extreme attachment narinder had to the lamb would just worsen now the lamb was back. Shamura & leshy both had the sentiment of "Oh well, at least narinder seems slightly better". Kallamar mostly felt guilty at not being able to stop narinder from resurrecting the lamb against their will, but he was relieved to see narinder happier at the lamb's presence.

Hope this all makes sense and sorry for any writing errors (I literally am eye blind to any spelling & grammar errors rn I've been typing so fast)

Edit: also I imagine that like he disintegrated the bodies of lamb after the failed resurrections

[axonthegoat]

So I've been working on/thinking of doing more stuff with my cotl au, And Since I need to know where everything is consistently for any writing,

Let me welcome all you starlings to a comprehensive Guide of the Map and Layout of the Cult of spirits!

To Start I'll Walk you through the main area of the Cult and the first place you'll see when entering!

We'll go from left to right ----->

We'll start under the cut because this is a real long one boys[gender neutral]

Layer one:

The Farm Farm is self explanatory the place where all the crops are grown, The seed stock, fertilizer, and Natural burial storage is all stored here!

The Farm is quite large with it being the main source of food for the Cult, a small part of the farm is provided Shade from overhang from the canopy!

Next up is the Dinning area! We have a brewery, two cooking stations some bathrooms and plenty of space to enjoy your meal! There's a cool wooden dragon statue here too :)

The Leader ordered that its a Rule to eat within either your own home or the designated eating area's! He say's its for easier cleanup and prevents damage to the flowers (He seems to really care for plant life huh?)

Past the Idol of the leader and the teleport circle you most likely came in through, Is the Temple! and all other amenities should you participate in the religion of the cult! The Second largest Garden in the Cult, The leader cares for lots of the plants here (the leader says its not necessarily important to have shelter with in the safety of the cult :)

First we have the Offering statue! want to give a gift to the leader? this is the spot to do it!

The Temple its self! Rituals and sermons are held here! (The leader would like me to state here to please stop pestering them about the Rite of Lust, they already did the yearly performance and will not do it again, thank you.)

On the other side of the temple you have the Shrine of Disciples! Those blessed as Disciples pray here to give aide to our Lamb when their out on a crusade!

next to that we have the confession booth! If your ever feeling down or just need to get stuff off your chest than the leader or one of his disciples will listen to you here!

Moving on next to that we have Have the space where the missionaries hut and where we have all our game stuff held! along with the Bonfire!

For communal games and fun! If you use any of the equipment make sure to put it back where it belongs! these are sport and other games for everyone!

Layer 2:

Moving down! We have a more relaxed area where the third largest Garden is! The healing Ward, An amazing Tailors tent with beautiful clothing and a statue to our God, The one who waits!

The healing Ward consists of the main tent, some smaller tents for sick patients and a Large garden, mostly of Camellias, but there's lots of medicinal herbs and flowers!

And just near by we Have our Apparel Tent! Mister Rue, and Miss Zelda (nicknamed Rose) hold Sewing lessons on the weekends! Why is the Tailors right next to the healing ward? Our Lamb Say's that it was common for people's clothes to get torn along with their bodies so eventually it was moved to where it is now so that while your body is being mended so too are your clothes!

Moving on we next have the upper layer of where our homes are!

We have a lovely Pond in the center and a tabernacle right next to it!

our homes are scattered about with the leaders home right above the pound there's lots of flowers in the area. Past our living quarters is the Garden of contemplation, You don't have to have something to contemplate over to be here! Its just called that since that's held the most effect at getting people to be quite here. (the leader says he tried calling it the Garden of silence but apparently that did even work?)

This garden is The Largest in the entire Cult, large and dense with plant life of all kind, and at the center of it is a small space with a weeping statue enshrined there, no one is sure what its meant to represent but this garden is of Great importance to our Leader and must be respected at all times. (Vio spends a lot of Time here...He always seems so melancholic, so please respect this space and be quite!)

Layer 3:

Our first stop on this layer is the cemetery! Unlike a lot of other places in the outer wilds Our Lamb disapproves of Cabalism! So when someone dies their buried here! (or turned into compost But most of those who are Signed their names in the list that tells us they want a natural burial!)

moving right along We next have a, Smaller, but still another section of the living quarters, I live up in the corner with Disciple Hyrule and Wild!

just past the houses we have a small tunnel going through the hill and leading into a large open free space and day care! this is where most of the young ones spend their early years after they were first hatched/born! Those who were found out in the wilds are also brought here

Past the gated area and a little further, is what's called....the Mating tent? Yeah....Its a space where if two people want to have a child (or if you live closer to the leader want to be...intimate) can go! the hatchery is nearby here as well! There's scheduled times when you can be here so please check the sign board out front, If you would like to request another tent be made than leave it on the sign board as well (As stated above if you live in a home closer to the leader and wish to spend time with someone please go here, and please follow the rules and guidelines for this space, for everyone's safety, anyone who does not follow the rules only has themselves to blame if they go missing in the next few days :)

And that concludes The main Area of the Cult! I'll briefly and quickly do the canopy (there isn't much of note up there) Then move onto the basement!

The Canopy:

The Canopy is a Large wooden platform built within the large trees surrounding the cult! It is primarily made for those who can fly or are good at climbing and prefer staying in elevated spaces!

Up here we mostly have lots of space for potted gardening, crafts such as banner and streamer making, weaving baskets wood carving ect ect, there's a Food court for the designated eating space, and hammocks for those who prefer sleeping in the Trees!

Please be aware that with who this space is designed for there are no stairs to get up into the canopy so

The Basement:

A large layered space under the Cult

Layer 1:

Entering in from either of the two entrance's on the surface Is the first Layer, Coming in from Stair #1 you'll be greeted by the Refinement and enchantment tables and storage

coming in from Stair #2 you'll be greeted by a lovely hot spring with a changing area in the nook just behind the stairs!

Layer 2:

Heading down the stairs from there, you'll come across the Training area! here everyone who helps with patrols, gathering materials, and protecting the Cult from heretics and monsters come here to help hone their skills! although its not uncommon to see sparing up in the main area for classes and focused training coming down into the quite underground is the way to go!

across from there we have an area set up for resting! with the gentle bubbling of the river on one side and the sounds rhythmic sounds of clanging metal its a nice nap spot!

and across from there is where we keep all our bone storage! The leader uses bones for lots of stuff! so here's where we keep them all!

The larger Pit is full of bones ripe and ready to go! The smaller one is full of contaminated bones! The contaminated bones are there waiting to be cleansed or burned!

Behind the Bone pits Is THE Pit, I have no Clue what it is! no one does really, not even the Leader! They say that its been here since they first founded the cult a couple thousand years ago! oddly enough not even The one who waits knows! I wonder if those freaky Mystic's the leader talks to know what it is?

Layer 3:

Now moving across the river and down into the next layer, this whole layer is The Archive! The Old bishop, Vaati, Cares for this space! They like this space to be kept quite, far enough away from the training area that only muffled sounds from it can be heard and they like it to be kept that way! Lots of people looking to study or find some of our oldest books and scrolls come here!

there's lots of good study space And Vaati tells some very interesting tales! The door in the back leads into storage with more books, scrolls and other various things to help tend to the space!

Aaaaaand that concludes the tour! Making these maps and writing all this out has been a lot of fun honestly, didn't expect to enjoy it that much, So send things off here's an un annotated version of the maps and a close up of Marin because she turned out really cute

[p4r4n0rmal-exe]

RAHHHH

TUMBLR, MY TUMBLYS, MY CHATTERS, MY CHATTIES. THE AU IDEA HAS BEEN CREATED. COTL AU. THE BISHOP OF LIFE AND THE BISHOP OF DEATH, ONE IN THE SAME. THE LAMB STARTS TO ACSEND AND HAS NARINDER WATCHES THEY GO MORE INSANE AND FERAL, AND NARINDER NEEDED TO FIND A WAY TO.. GROUND THEM.. RATAU IS HIS GUIDE IN THIS....... I'm still fleshing this out but in the end the lamb acsends and ends up dragging Narinder with them into the gateway as they transform into their bishop self, and somehow ends up splitting some of that power over to narinder how also turns into his bishop self "how.... how did you manage to usurp me.... turn me into a pitiful vile mortal in your cult, and then give me my power BACK?! AND MANAGE TO MAKE YOUR OWN CROWN FOR YOURSELF!?"- narinder probably anyways my ramblings. my au, this is bonkers, tell me if this a good idea or not I will write this into a fic if I need too

[baxxartist]

Get to know my cotl oc’s 

I know the sketches are really rough, the designs are not set in stone but I wanted to get my thoughts out. I’m not the best artist or writer but I try my best. (these oc's have been in my brain for months) These characters are a work in progress and things can change. I will try to post full refs, art, answer asks, and write stories, overtime but I make no promises of consistent content

TRIGGER WARNINGS

Within these ocs there are mentions of bullying, harassment, violence, neglect, and abuse

This story will not portray the Lamb in a good light, please keep this in mind as you read/interact with these characters

Boundaries -Fanart is always welcome -Asks are open

-Do not sexualize my characters without asking first

The descriptions are written in relation to the current time in this au (I will edit this post as I remember/as needed)

General information

All 5 friends call each other siblings, they care for one another deeply and have been close since they were younger. They found a ritual of immortality and through a good (or stupid if you ask them) decision to do the ritual on each other, leaving all 5 immortal to old age (think the golden skull necklace). They all do not fear the bishops, neither do the members of their cults fear the bishops. Taught to respect them instead. All of them come from a long line (over 2000 years) of disciples and cult leaders Everyone but Ari is a disciple and runs a cult The Lamb has not reached any of the bishops yet at this point in the story and has been running the cult for about 10 years, completely unaware of how their actions will affect these characters (my oc’s).

Levi

He/Him The youngest of the group, he takes his job seriously being trained by his parents to act almost as a guide for Leshy. His cult is a bit out of order but it’s functional chaos, not wanting his friends to guide him and his parents who were slowly losing their sanity couldn’t teach him much. He is a serious yet childlike disciple and cult leader. But he is not to be underestimated, knowing how to throw his voice, his staff isn’t just for show as even with no blade it is just as deadly as any other weapon. His design was inspired by jumping and chasing worms. Wearing anything that makes a sound that isn’t a bell, loose and baggy clothing. He mostly covers his eyes, being sensitive to light, sometimes with a hood, hat, his hair, or a cloth. Never keeping his hair neat, it’s always a mess, though he could care less how he looks, his bishop is blind so to him he feels he can express himself however he pleases. Though he will clean himself up for formal events. meetings, or tasks. Hates shoes, but he will wear trapeze gaiters as a compromise.

Harper

She/Her

The second youngest, a farmer and hunter at heart, she was taught to be a disciple of Heket. Even though she wishes to live in peace wanting to run a town instead of a cult, she also enjoys being a disciple, running her cult to be self-sufficient, as not everyone in her cult worships Heket…but no one is hurt if no one knows that…right? Protective of her friends and cult, and mostly loyal to her bishop, she is a skilled archer, hunter, and farmer, as well as almost a mother figure to many especially within her cult. Though she is known as someone you do not mess with, despite her more innocent appearance she is not afraid of getting dirty or a good fight

Wearing loose and flowy pants or long skirts, she stays away from patterns or bold colors. She is almost always seen with her bow and quiver and her sickles at her side. Preferring to keep things simple and professional, she has a reputation and legacy to uphold after all. Her hair remains in a braid most days, though sometimes she wears it in a bun or down.

Ari

He/Him

The middle child of this friend group, not the oldest but not the youngest either, he was drawn bad cards in life. Born a hybrid, a half fox, half lamb, and with a very high pain tolerance, abandoned by his parents, and raised by his grandmother, he learned about The One Who Waits and became fascinated. He started dedicating his life to this god of death, learning to fight, worship, and lead, with his grandmother’s guidance. Though…this happy life wouldn’t last long his grandmother disappeared one day, he was not abandoned…not on purpose, she died and he never knew by who or how. Ari was 12, now mostly alone, now raised by Ratau until he was no longer a vessel. Ari was an adult but alone, with only his friends at his side. Joining the Lamb’s cult for a few years, only to leave due to the Lamb being unaware of the torment Ari was facing. He is now living in the cabin his grandmother raised him in, worshiping Narinder himself and not the red crown, believing the Lamb is undeserving of his help, deviation, or worship. Wielding a kusarigama that turns into a scythe he made with some help from his friends, he felt it was a fitting weapon. Looks to be a white fox, with a medium-length tail. His fur is wool-like in texture, and horns are all he has to show his lamb side, something he can hide by cutting his horns down and using mixtures he made to force his fur straight. Ari prefers to wear the traditional clothing of disciples past, embroidery, fancy patterns, fabrics, and textures, all made by him. He makes his loyalty and stance clear. His hair and fur is neat and well cared for

Kay

He/Him

The second oldest of the friends, he is open and friendly, known to be outgoing. Not many are surprised as a disciple of Kallamar, he holds himself professionally and runs his cult to be clean and efficient, working in his spare time to make new discoveries as he was raised to worship but also to look at the world with wonder. He’s the medic of the group, sometimes the voice of reason, though Ari is the only one to fully disregard his advice. He finds socializing and making friends easy, and outgoing. He dislikes fighting and though he knows how to, being taught he needed to be strong when his bishop couldn’t, he typically avoids violence not out of fear but disgust and more work he will need to do once the fighting is over. His injuries heal much slower than most, leaving him to do his best to avoid getting hurt. Wearing long see through robes, long form-fitting clothing vials, and a messenger bag at his side, preferring bright colors, shiny materials, or jewelry, mostly to catch the attention of Kallamar as he hates startling him. Despite his eye-catching clothing and jewelry choice, he is very reserved, preferring to cover up over showing skin.

Sal

They/Them

The oldest of the group, the one with the biggest cult, they have watched all of their friends grow up. Being very organized, strong, and patient, taught to help Shamura keep everything in order. Leaving Sal with rare free time as they have essentially almost taken all of the role of bishop without the crown, title, or power. They do not wish to overthrow Shamura but they genuinely want to help them, believing there is a way to put their god in the right state of mind again. Sal’s cult runs in a way that allows them to lead from a distance, working more as a government than a religion. With a low immune system, they take pride in caring for themselves, usually using their knowledge of plants and herbs to make different products, teas, and vitamins for themself. Almost in fear of getting ill and being unable to care for and protect the ones they care about. Sal wears form-fitting clothes only, no robes long unless it’s a formal event, and nothing dangling, they keep their long hair up, usually in a fancy hairstyle.  Preferring dark colors and wearing silver rather than gold they stand out from the other disciples.

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What is different in Crown of conquest compared to the regular COTL universe? (Does Kallamar play any role in that AU?)

WOO I GET TO TALK ABOUT CROWN OF CONQUEST

btw go here for stuff on lamb gift culture in my au it was inspired heavily by op's wedding bells au which yall should totally take a look

ok so first i added a sixth grown, being the crown of amnesia. it's not actually in the land of the old faith, Woolbur's gonna have to go find it elsewhere but its an orange eye :3 (im also gonna write its own fic about it, bc i thought of it awhile ago) but i added another crown so i could justify the last crown having a seven pointed star lol

second, i gave all the other crowns animal forms as well. none of these are set-in-stone, but shamura's crown is a scorpion, kallamar's is either a jellyfish or a locust, heket's is probably a gecko or a salamander, and leshy's is probably a mouse or rat. leaning towards rat. the crown of amnesia is probably gonna be like a really small elephant or smth idk imma need help with that one, but the final crown, the crown of conquest, is gonna be a butterfly.

third, I want woolbur to interract with other lambs. that doesn't mean their people survived, oh no, he gets to meet lambs from outside the old faith. he joins a council of lambs, gathered to protect their kind, and quickly the rest of the council realizes that they placed a very powerful person on the council.

fourth, all of the bishops eventually join him. Narinder is last. in each one he overcomes their domain and gains their trust: for Shamura, they win a war they had no chance in. for Kallamar, they find a cure for a terrible plauge and administers it to all afflicted people in the cult. for Heket, they pull the cult through a great famine, and they even begin to thrive. for leshy, they whack him really hard on the head and runs away. in narinder's case, though, he just proposes to them and they get married lmao

theres a lot more that im going to talk about but these are the main things about it!! im really excited for this au

(also, OF COURSE Kallamar plays a role, hes my favorite guy!!!! hes important!!!!! this may be a narilamb au but i simply could not write anything without including kallamar even if its just subjecting him to minor suffering, also im still looking for more members of Kallamar's polycule so send me an ask if you want your follower oc to date him lol i'll also make a separate post abt it)