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Going back to my roots w this one

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Question…

do y’all ever think about the bishop’s original parents? like I see them as very much found family so sometimes I wonder if Shamura can remember waking up one morning, alone in a web with no sign of their parents. Does Kallamar remember that game his original siblings played with him? Does Narinder remember the song his mother sang while fishing at the pier? Does Heket remember the glowing morning dew outside her childhood home? Does Leshy remember the complex tunnels he’d make with his dad?…

But they don’t, and no one should expect them to. They were all so young afterall :(

Excuse me i’m going to go cry now

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doomed yaoi this, doomed yuri that. WHAT ABOUT DOOMED FAMILY. WHAT ABOUT THE NARRATIVE BEING SO CRUEL THAT EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE FAMILY IS GOING GO CRUMBLE DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH LITTLE TO NO HOPE. IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER

The yearning for what once was. All the balled up emotions. They're beyond furious at their own, at themselves, at fate. Despite it all, they're still tied no matter what

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How's my new game file going? well...

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his outfit is so much simpler but he gave me more trouble than the lamb whats that about

also, have a side by side of the two

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Landed on my new Lamb design for my COTL AU !!

She/her - Pre vessel

She/They - Vessel

They/Them - Godhood

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the day we become gods

another version below cut bc i couldnt decide which one looked better

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guess who just finished a lamb design after 6 hours but now i immediately hate it so im starting over again 😋💞💞

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I have settled on a lamb design :]

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small peek at a WIP i’m working on, but i wanted to talk about my Lamb’s horns and what they symbolize…

So my Lamb is originally a ewe if it wasn’t already obvious by some of my other posts. (She/they prns up until godhood in which it’s only they/them). Upon meeting Narinder again after slaying Leshy for the first time, he can tell she’s desperate to ask a favor of him. It’s an odd request really, but in sheep culture, longer curlier horns were associated with strength and longevity. So she asks for ram horns to be grown as a reflection of her power, and asking him since she doesn’t have full control over the red crown yet.

So for each bishop killed, the horns grow, and grow, curlier and more full until they are faced with dethroning their most beloved god. Battle ensues yada-yada, but at the end of it all, they notice two small bumps on their forehead beneath their wool that are similar to that of a baby lamb’s.

A final gift, he thinks, though never telling. A silent offering of respect. They have grown far stronger than he had foreseen. And for that, they are granted a small set of horns.

The Lamb, an Ewe and Ram

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Getting Used To It

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Narinder yaoi or yuri? Up to viewer's interpretation. In any gender his appearance wouldn't really change as much

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the lamb’s mother always told them ‘death is beautiful’ in order to comfort them about the reaping. Though they never understood what she meant by it, how could death have beauty?

But finally understood how beautiful death is when they saw The One Who Waits…

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I spent six days just working on this and if I ever have to draw another chain I’ll loose it.

Okay so I both wanted a cool wallpaper and to imitate this scene in a comic art look. Even tho I kinda lost the plot on the comic look and ended up with more just an illustration. I want a cotl graphic novel is what I’m saying.

I may have called this document “Narinder gives you drugs”

Closeups and progress under the cut.

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Finally finished this, one of the many comic wips I started the last few months (you can kinda see where I got lazy and changed up some stylization in a few panels lmao)

Anyway, a scene I have planned out for The Rehabilitation of Death.

Some extra doodles below:

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"I've made a new friend today, lamb."

Trudging along, bells toiling, the god of mercy visits the plains once more in search of lost souls in need of saving. A lush flower grove grows beneath their hooves, only to quickly rot and age underneath the crimson cloak. The scent of herb coated the ancient long gone architecture with new vigor.

Narinder still clings to their ancient master, loyal as always joining the solemn walk. He announces his blessed day, he made a friend, looking up to the towering beast for a sign that he has been heard. He almost wishes to choke a sob, for he sees there's none. A trudge, new life, for it to end, the echos of chimes, an omen of sleep. He remembers the days when he despised the infant god for being so childish, the cursed mocking laughter of a sickly sweet soul, to see the joy written on their face, to see how proud they were when the news was given. Delight that Narinder is no longer so lonesome with the new family. He'd give anything to break this damned curse, just to see that annoying, pitiful, awful, smile again.