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Bam. Bam. Sara. Lamb-Bam.

(Crying chocking sobbing shaking)

Bam, I'm experiencing heartbreak like I've never felt before.

To make them a grave would be giving up. To keep that promise would be to accept their erasure. Narinder has broken godhood and rules of existence once, twice, already. He simply just has to do it again

anyways this is me now that someone has pointed this out btw:

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🐑Baatism🐐

Also available on my INPRNT shop!!

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Some doodles for Trod Au - Bad End that I forgot to post earlier

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I had the little mermaid “Kiss the girl” scene in mind

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i need them in my life-

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someone asked for au crumbs - here’s their first meeting in person

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goat

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Good LORD there huge

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The Lamb Slaying Death Incarnate

(Part of a larger comic....but I sort of like this panel a lot on its own!)

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Lamby and Black Phillip blast off at the speed of light

ok I made a real drawing and polished up the goats design so I could draw them

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oh god

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I haven't even realized how much I've slowly changed my style the more I drew them. It wasn't intentional, but I saw the way I did my hades inspired sprites and I really liked drawing them like that! So yeah uhhhh, redesigns?

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LETS FUCKING GO!!!! CULT OF THE LAMB MULTIPLAYER

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Fuck Meta

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Happy pride guys

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More story planning doodles for Trod, maybe or maybe not

I know I'm drawing a lot more scenes before I've even finished the written drafts for them but if I don't have a visual of everything I'll die. anyway Im writing I prommy

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The Lamb blows a raspberry. “It wasn’t gruesome, it was just…slow. And painful.” Ah. No, wait. They bring it up now because it happened here. “I remember.” Black eyes dart to him. “You do? “Of course I do. You came to my domain soaked. You stunk of wet wool.” They had been covered in algae. A lily pad stem was still wrapped around their foot before it rotted away in the Land of the Dead. They coughed up not black sludge or blood, but murky water until their lungs expelled it all. There was no wound for him to heal. No alleviating of the pain he could provide until the process passed. He could simply just stare as the lamb shivered before him.

A comic scene from a memory from The Rehabilitation of Death, and a comic for a scene I'm writing for a future chapter.