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krysmcscience · 1 year ago

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It’s finally done, guys – five whole pages of Narilamb AU comic AND MORE be upon you! (If you have trouble reading any of the text, view the full-size! These pages are huge!)

Yeesh, this took forever. <:)

There’s probably a ton of inconsistencies and anatomy/perspective wonkeries, but this was mostly just comic practice, so Oh Hekkin Well, Lol <:D

(Yes, I am aware the Gateway’s door isn’t present in the Afterlife, and the actual way in is just a pentagram portal. Yes, I put the door in there anyway because Artistic License, i.e. it felt more impactful for there to be a prison door of sorts to walk through to freedom, rather than just a bland boring portal on the ground. 😠)

anyway, i hate backgrounds so much lmao

Alternate ending and a buttload of bonus art under the cut, followed by goofy AU rambles and headcanon stuff:

I’m calling it the Revival AU. It’s not all that creative a title, and someone else has probably used it already, but I am too lazy to really care, LOL

Alternate ending page, which you will Definitely need to view the full-size for, Whoopsie Daisy:

The alternate ending was actually the first ending I finished things off with, because I had a brief badbrain moment where I forgot the emotional beat I initially wanted the comic to end on, and I tend to write comedy, anyway. I later remembered and drew out the proper ending, but I preserved and finished this one, too, because it still makes me giggle.

They had to go back for the followers off-screen in the AU’s real ending. And by ‘they’ I mean just the Lamb, because they weren’t about to ask three newly freed cats to go back into what used to be their prison. The Lamb DID spend some time watching Narinder and the bois enjoying the outdoors first, though:

In other news, here’s the Lamb and me making fun of my anatomy-drawing ‘skills’:

Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the Lamb is just a-okay with how things went down vis a vis Their Murder, this bonus comic should answer at least some of your questions:

Ah, yes, also this is how they get engaged outside of the alternate ending. Forgot to mention that bit. XD (I already refuse to believe that Narinder is capable of flirting normally, so why would his initial marriage proposal be any better???)

Oh, and before any of them get a chance to actually head back to the cult grounds, there is one potential problem:

And by ‘problem’ I mean something Narinder intends to ignore for At Minimum a thousand years. Cuz he’s a petty bitch like that. :D

what do you mean i drew the lamb too tall compared to the background? clearly they’re standing on top of baal and aym lmao, why else would you think those two aren’t in this one??? (aym and baal got way too excited about finally being outside, you see, and their silly modes are nothing to sneeze at)

And, speaking of heading back to the cult grounds, I’m sure y’all would love to know how the Lamb’s followers felt about the brand new change in management:

It all went better than expected. <:D Tiny ramble now, feel free to skip down to the next comic.

Before you ask, no, the Lamb does not have any actual powers anymore, other than the immortality Narinder definitely grants them. The Red Crown just thinks it’s funny to suggest otherwise, and Narinder does nothing to discourage this. Also, the Lamb and Narinder aren’t actually married here yet, but, uh. Pretty safe to say that particular ritual directly follows the events of this comic. XD

Given how quickly he mellows out in canon, Narinder probably chills out a lot in this AU once he’s in charge of the cult, too, if only because 1.) He’s finally free, and 2.) He’s equally smitten with and distracted by the Lamb. He’s definitely in charge at least 95% of the time, though, because the Lamb never actually wanted to be a cult leader and, now that their time as a vessel is done, they just want to be a normal(ish) sheep who’s wholly devoted to their hot new divine husband.

Some followers do still have some valid concerns about these two being together, though, which I’m sure at least a few of you might share…

Unfortunately for any such concerns, the Lamb is a bonafide masochist in this AU. :D

They’re also 100% a sub, obviously

Anyone at all: Your relationship is problematic and potentially toxic

The Lamb: fuck yeah it is, it’s so hot~ OuO

Here’s just the last panel, made transparent for whatever nefarious purposes y’all might have for it:

Additional exchange Narinder and the Lamb have at some point, probably after the Lamb does a fatal whoopsie while out on a mission trip or in response to things getting a little too sadistic in the bedroom, ahaha:

Look, there is a very important distinction between life and death, and if you don’t understand that, then you’re probably not worthy of being the God of Death, anyway. (At least, according to Narinder, and ONLY Narinder.)

Last but not least, have these shittens:

~Such creative naming conventions I have utilized, lololol~ :D Anyway, there's a few deets on them in the rambles down below.

The rest is all ramble, so before I get to that, I’ll just say – likes and especially reblogs are very much appreciated!!! :D If you happen to really really REALLY like my stuff, meanwhile, I do have a link in my bio to my ko-fi page, where I’m accepting commissions and donations if you’re especially generous… ÓuÒ

Now, BE FREE IF YOU AIN’T DOWN FOR READING MY GOOFY RAMBLES

First ramble is re: Baal’s question of ‘Did it really work?’, since I didn’t feel like expanding on it in the comic proper, and it’s arguably pretty vague? He doesn’t ask because he doubts Narinder or his capabilities, exactly, but because neither Baal nor Aym have ever actually seen their god at full power before (he’s still technically not at full power here, either). It’s not expressly stated how soon the brothers were brought to Narinder after his imprisonment, but whether it was early on or after a length of time for Shamura to (somewhat) recover from his attack, he must have already been weakened, since I have no doubts that there was a huge battle that accompanied the Bishops working together to trap him. So, between that fight with all four of his siblings, sharing his power with a variety of vessels over time, and being chained immobile for a thousand years, he must have been severely weakened by the time he lent the Red Crown out to the Lamb, which would have only weakened him further.

I like to think this is how the Lamb is able to defeat him if they refuse to be sacrificed, despite how it took all four Bishops working together to subdue and chain Narinder in the first place.

All that aside, the three cats have been trapped in the Afterlife for so long that Baal also wanted verbal reassurance that they are all, indeed, actually able to leave it now – something that I headcanon isn’t possible without a significant amount of power (i.e. the Red Crown’s cooperation with its bearer/vessel).

(On a semi-related note, I don’t headcanon Aym and Baal as twins. I like sweetheart big bro Baal and snarky little goth bro Aym too much to have them be that close in age.)

Ah, teeny thing: If you noticed I switched up the art style for Narinder on the second page, that was intentional. It's sort of a visual indicator that there has been a Big Change for him - that being, how much power he has after sacrificing the Lamb. As for why I changed up his arms in the grass rollin' pic, I don't really subscribe to the notion that his arms are spooky bones because they're horrifically injured (beyond chain-chafing scars, that is), but rather just because he's the Bishop of Death, so he can change how normal-to-spooky they look at will. At some point I might doodle out how I imagine his appearance to range between least to most eldritch... 🤔

Next ramble, regarding Narinder’s feelings towards the Lamb...he was initially too focused on being freed from his imprisonment to form any real attachment to them. They were a tool for his use, first and foremost, but he did notice their intense devotion towards him. It was impossible not to notice, because the Lamb was always very happy to see him, even if it was because they died during a crusade (yet again). He wasn’t originally planning to revive them once he was freed, either, because he saw no real point to it – after all, they were already dead when they first met him, just as any other mortal would be when meeting him in the Afterlife, so death has very little real consequence in his eyes. But, once the chains were off, and it really sank in that he stood to lose the most devoted follower he’s ever had, he decided…why put their soul to rest for good or leave them stuck in the Afterlife when he could just as easily revive them again? And why not reward them for their hard work, anyway? Not only would it cost him nothing by comparison, but the future devotion that could come of it would surely make up for his (bare minimum) effort in reviving them.

He wasn’t expecting to get a full dose of that devotion and a smiling face so soon after killing them, though~ :3c (because the Lamb is a bonafide freak, and not-so-secretly into the fucked up power dynamics going on here, lol)

I should mention here that I am firmly of the belief that any non-god/vessel who crosses through the Gateway and into the Afterlife just straight up dies. So, Aym and Baal? Also straight up dead, from the second Shamura brought them through. Their souls were just never put to rest so that Narinder could have some company – if only according to Shamura. Narinder kept the two around mostly out of bewilderment, because honestly, who are these kittens, and what is Shamura’s game here, anyway??? They never even explained anything, they just tossed these kittens into the Afterlife and LEFT!!! At any rate, Aym and Baal being dead is how I explain why their souls apparently become lost in the void if they’re killed, along with the added complications required to revive the two because of it.

So, with those deets in mind, and given a bit of time, if Narinder hadn’t chosen to revive the Lamb, and also hadn’t chosen to put their soul to rest, they still would have woken up at some point, despite being as straight up dead as Aym and Baal. Who, don’t worry, were also properly revived while Narinder was waiting for the Lamb to wake up. Because I am also firmly of the belief that, first, the dead cannot leave the Afterlife without the use of a ritual/relic (and can't stay in the living world for long regardless), and second, dead followers’ devotion isn’t anywhere near as potent as that of the living, given how much more the living stand to lose.

Final ramble, regarding the Lamb’s feelings towards Narinder, and why they’re so devoted to him…

Well, you don’t spend most of your life on the run with your steadily-dwindling herd, trying to evade the ongoing genocide of your species, without becoming a little fucked up in the head. Maybe a lot fucked up in the head. Life is suffering, so might as well have fun with it, right? Maybe start finding death and pain to be kind of hilarious, even a little bit hot, once everyone you know and love is dead and gone, leaving you all alone? And maybe after that, there’s something comforting in how, despite the cold, cruel uncertainties of life, at least you can always count on the inevitability of death, patiently waiting for you until your very last breath? Who knows. Either way, as soon as the Lamb was killed, and they learned that the literal God of Death was offering them a second chance at life and vengeance via effective immortality, they were 100% ride-or-die-devoted all at once. Turns out death is kinder than life – go figure. (Of course, it helps that Narinder is 100% their type.)

They weren’t put off by Narinder’s thinly-veiled sadism or manipulations, either – they’re not too different in those regards, albeit opting for vastly different methods. It’s a very ‘two sides of the same coin’ sort of deal. In order to stay alive once they were made the last of their kind, the Lamb had no qualms with using others to their advantage, and that did not change once they were revived and expected to run a cult. They didn’t care for the position of authority, though – being a sheep and all, they’re much more of a follower than a leader, and thus greatly appreciated Narinder’s need for control. With how they had to keep on their toes for so long, the Lamb was also pretty good at reading people by the time they died, so they could recognize that a lot of Narinder’s posturing was just that – posturing. Dude’s 95% bluster and only 5% bite. He could obviously be vicious when he wanted or needed to (the Bishops' injuries were clear proof of that), but underneath his outer layer of cruelty was a generous layer of tsundere, and underneath all THAT was a soft squishy middle sibling velcro cat in desperate need of attention and affection.

(Which, for the record, he Did Not feel comfortable getting from Aym and Baal – Narinder still has no idea why the fuck Shamura sent them to him, beyond acting as keepers at best or trying to sabotage his attempts to escape at worst. Which, he thought HE sabotaged in turn, by guiding the kittens into being his devoted disciples instead. He thought he was very clever for it. ‘I outsmarted Shamura!’ he thought, despite that there was never anything there to outsmart. ‘What do you mean, Shamura sent your kittens to me for company?’ he demands of Forneus later. It may or may not lead him to pull Shamura out of Purgatory just so he can shake them and scream about how they should have Fucking Explained that!!!)

But, getting back on track as to why the Lamb was so willing to be sacrificed, I cannot stress this enough – if you pay even a minimal amount of attention to what he’s saying, Narinder is REALLY NOT SUBTLE about his intentions. ‘Death is of little consequence.’ ‘Followers are for you to use to your advantage.’ ‘Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power.’ So, yeah, the Lamb knew exactly what would be expected of them once the other Bishops were dead. They knew Narinder would expect them to die for him one last time. But, after all, death is of little consequence (not to mention hot), so when the time came, they wanted to see him freed, even if it meant oblivion for them in the end.

He’d given them a second life, and the ability to avenge their kin, and they felt indebted to him for that – so, while they were still pretty glum about the possibility that they might not get to see him free of his chains, nothing beyond their devotion and debt to him mattered. They never wanted all the drama and expectations that came with the Red Crown’s power, anyway, so, better for Narinder to have it back so that he could deal with it. What he did with the Lamb afterward would be up to him, and seeing as he was their god, they’d accept his decision gladly.

Were they in love with him by that point? Oh, obsessively so, but only in the devotional sense – romance was nowhere on their mind nor radar. That is, until he unexpectedly revived them again, told them he still needed them, and then offered down his hand to help them up.

The Lamb fell HARD for him in that moment. :3c

And now, a tiny shitten ramble. Lu and Li are twins, because sheep tend to have those a lot, and are conceived not long after the Lamb and Narinder’s marriage ceremony. Lu is the minutes older one, but Li is much more mature. I have put no further thought into these two, other than that they are utter menaces, birthed by the Lamb, cling hard to both their parents but especially Narinder (who spoils them rotten), and they are both genderfluid, using whichever pronouns/names they feel like at any given time. They are also both intersex, same as the Lamb, who was initially infertile up until Something Something Vague Magic, which I have also put no further thought into ¯\_(シ)_/¯

oh, and before anyone tries to suggest i headcanon this AU’s lamb as trending more female due to them giving birth or whatever, no, no, a thousand times no, they might have a vag, but they've also got a dick, and even if it's not as big as they'd like, they still know how to use it

Finally, the very tentative name for the Lamb in this AU is Yazdi, which is really just another name for the Baluchi breed of sheep XD (Not that the Lamb is this specific breed, I just didn’t like any of the other sheep-related names I found, ahaha...)

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW (collapses into an exhausted pile of goopy limbs)

#fanart #comics #cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl shitten #cotl mystic seller #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #this is why i have been especially quiet lately XD #even just the bonus stuff took several days to finish because i don't know the meaning of DOODLE anymore apparently #everything must be fully inked and colored with backgrounds I Fukken Guess #at least using medibang's sumi brush keeps me from focusing on making my lines perfect :\#and yeah i copy-pasta'd a lot of my own backgrounds don't at me bro #if you're on desktop and want to full view but don't know how: right click the image - open in new tab - zoom in as needed :)#feel free to ask questions about the AU if you want - but uh - this is basically the extent to which i've thought it through LOL #edit: oh right - aym and baal really out there assuming narinder already put the lamb's soul to rest so the body's just fodder now lmao #last edit i hope: fixed the transparent cult certified freak image 8|#nope - one more edit: there is one (1) loophole for how living mortals can be in the afterlife without dying #that loophole is currently narinder XD #'sorry universe but the god of death says i can be in here so back off with your rules and regulations'

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hannahbarberra162 · 20 days ago

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Imagine Marco sending you his first dick pic (NSFW, fluffy, Marco x reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

@quinloki was in a meeting and I wanted to distract bother help them get through their work day :) :) :) NSFW, fluffy, established relationship, modern AU WC: ~2k

Your phone buzzed in the middle of an interminably long meeting. Looking down, you expected to see a text from a girlfriend or maybe a spam email - anything would be good to distract you from boredom as your boss droned on and on. This meeting didn’t even have to be an email - it could have been a thought he kept to himself.

Working from home had a lot of benefits but unfortunately your boss made you keep your camera on for every single goddamn meeting. You thought he just liked watching his own face while he listened to himself talk, but those were the rules. He was a stickler about it too and seemed to need an audience watching him, so you had to be discreet when checking your phone.

You tried to keep the surprise from your face as you saw it was a text from your boyfriend Marco. As an ER doctor he seldomly had time to text you when he was on a shift, and even rarer to receive a text longer than 3 words strung together. Occasionally you’d be able to have a text conversation when things were dead in the ER, but that happened only once in a blue moon. It wasn’t ideal, but you’d gotten used to it. Marco was dedicated and hardworking and you really couldn’t put your desire to chat with him over the lives of his needy patients.

You clicked on the message icon and your face immediately heated. Your level headed, intelligent, kind boyfriend sent you something you hadn’t gotten before.

Marco sent you a dick pic.

Never, not once in the years you’d been together had he ever done anything like this. You would ask if he’d been hacked but to your knowledge he’d never even taken a nude before. You’d begged him so many times for one, for something to remember him by when he worked overnight shifts but he’d always been too bashful, saying you could use your imagination.

You kept your face neutral as you stared at the picture. Marco had been working several days in a row while some of the other ER doctors were away at conferences so you hadn’t seen much of him in the past week. When he finally dragged himself home after 12 hours at the hospital, he was dead on his feet. You’d feed him dinner, watch a show together and by the end of the episode Marco would be asleep on the couch, only to do it all again the next day. It was part of dating a doctor, you supposed.

Another message popped up and you quickly opened it to see what he had to say. You’d always teased Marco for double and triple texting like an old man, but now you were eager to see anything he had to say. Marco was usually a brusque texter, not one for dirty talk over the phone or text.

“Missing you ♥️”

Missing you? Missing you? That’s what you captioned pictures of the sunset or when you saw they restocked his favorite pineapple ice cream at the store. Not a picture of his delicious, veiny, throbbing cock being fisted in his firm grasp. You stared at the little screen - his hand was looking particularly vascular and you zoomed in to see a dribble of pre-come starting to drip…your view was disrupted by another message coming through.

“Do you like it?” You covered your mouth to hide your smile and look somewhat professionally composed - Marco was probably blushing on the other end. He was experienced, but even he had his moments of insecurity. Marco was a private person by nature and this had probably been nerve wracking for him.

“OMG 😳🫣 I love it, absolutely gorgeous 🫦 I can’t believe my luck today! To what do I owe the pleasure?” you texted back. You eagerly anticipated the three little dots blinking on your screen.

“Law suggested the idea. Said it helps when he comes home too tired to be with Luffy,” Marco explained. If Law was the one responsible for the blessing on your phone, you’d send Luffy home dressed up in a Sora costume as thanks.

“I’m imagining your tongue sliding up and down my cock,” Marco continued in a double text. Your eyes flicked to your computer screen in a show of paying attention before you began teasing your boyfriend.

“Oh? What else are you imagining? Are you thinking of me, on my knees in front of you, begging for your cock in my mouth? How you’d gently slap it across my face as I tried to lick it, desperate for your taste?” you typed out quickly. You had to consciously furrow your brow even though you felt like giggling and kicking your feet to make it look like it was a serious conversation and not sexting your horny boyfriend.

“You’re teasing me too much when I’m unable to take care of the situation. Are you trying to get in trouble?”

“That’s too much? We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet -how I’d whine as I licked up and down your shaft, trying to get as close to you as possible, my juices dripping down my thighs? How you’d wind a hand into my hair and pull it harshly, my moan telling you that I only want it rougher, want more of you?” you but your lip as you texted back. In truth you were feeling a little hot now yourself, but being on video call limited your options.

You didn’t get a text back from Marco or see the three little dots. You flipped over your phone, sad that you couldn’t look at the prize picture of Marco’s cock any longer. You assumed he’d been pulled away from the conversation by an emergency - ah, well, it was good while it lasted. Maybe he’d be riled up enough later to-

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

Now your brow furrowed in earnest as you flipped your phone back over. Your line was muted but you held up one finger to the screen before taking the call to show that it was important. Marco never called from work, not unless it was a dire need. Now your heart was racing for a different reason as you answered the call and turned your back to your computer screen.

“Marco? Is everything OK?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, Love. Nothing to worry about, there’s no emergency,” his deep voice stated plainly on the other end of the line.

“Then why-”

“Because you got me too worked up and I need to hear the sound of your pretty little voice yoi.”

Oh. Oh. Oh.

“Is that so? Where are you right now?” you purred into the phone.

“Medical supply closet in radiology.”

“Why would radiology need medical supplies - ooooh.” Marco was alone in a seldom used closet, hopefully with the door locked. You licked your lips, both of you were on the clock. You’d have to turn back to face the camera soon and neither of you knew when Marco would be paged next.

“So what are you going to do about your situation, Dr. Newgate?” you teased, twirling your hair.

“You’re going to talk me through it,” he grunted, the sound of fabric shifting like music to your ears.

“And why would I do that?” you said with a wicked smile. You wished he could see you now but Marco didn’t like FaceTime and the reception at the hospital was too poor to host a video call anyway.

“Because it’s going to be a warm up for what you and I are going to do tonight,” he said. You imagined him with his heavy cock already in his hand, stroking himself slowly up and down his thick shaft. He’d be spreading the pre-come you saw earlier, keyed up from just the sound of your voice.

“Are you touching yourself to thoughts of me right now?” you asked.

"I can't think of anything else," Marco grunted softly.

“Are you thinking about how you’d push your cock deep down my throat? How I’d gag against you but push myself further, trying to take all of you in? My drool dripping down my throat while I looked up at you, wanting, no needing more?” You heard a tell tale soft plap plap plap on the other end of the phone.

“K-keep going,” Marco ordered. You gave a quick glance back at the meeting and gave a prayer hands gesture to keep pretending like you were on an important call. You were but not the kind your boss thought.

“Are you thinking about how I’d want every inch of you, my throat closing around you and you began thrusting? How you’d hold me in place by my hair, my hands gripping your thighs as you fucked my throat? How I’d use one hand to reach down and pleasure myself, unable to stop even though I know I’d be punished after? How being on my knees and worshiping your cock was enough to get me soaking wet? Is that what you’re imagining?”

“Nnh~ almost there…”

“Are you thinking about how I’d moan and whine as you thrust faster and faster, your cock the only thought in my mind? How I’d cup your sack in my hand, gently massaging your sensitive balls? How you’d thrust harder and faster, tears now running down my face as you facefucked me how you like? How you’d be able to see your cock in my throat, one hand coming up to rub where it was deep within me? Both of us moaning while we came together, you down my throat and me on my fingers, getting off to just the taste of you?”

“Sh-shit,” Marco hissed softly, his breathing irregular as he came on the other end of the phone. You didn’t say anything as you listened to Marco’s breathing even out.

“You want to be punished? Feeling bratty?” he asked silkily, his voice now even like nothing had happened.

“Maybe…but really only if you’re feeling up to it," you said, completely sincere. You didn't want to make Marco's shifts harder by keeping him up even later at night.

“I got tomorrow off yoi. Traded with Chopper. I’ll have plenty of energy to punish you for that orgasm you stole.”

“That’s great news! B-but wait, I didn’t steal- it wasn’t real, I was just talking!” you sputtered, even though part of you was secretly delighted.

“Rules are rules,” Marco hummed before letting out a relaxed sounding sigh.

“Come by, I’m surprisingly free right now yoi. We should get lunch,” Marco suggested. You sighed - oh how you wished you could go. Normally your schedule was flexible but this was the one fucking time you were in back to back meetings all afternoon.

“I can’t, I’m stuck in a meeting,” you said, looking back at the screen. Yep, the boss was still rambling.

“Send me something naughty back,” Marco demanded. You bit your lower lip - this was going to be fun. You’d change into something sexy after the meeting was over, maybe the new blue set Marco hadn’t seen. You could touch yourself to the photo of his cock and record it, send him a video- you’d get in way more trouble but it would be worth it. And Marco was right, your panties were already damp. You turned back around to the sound of your boss yelling through the screen.

“- need you to pay attention!” Your boss reprimanded you through your screen.

“Sorry, Marco, gotta go,” you said, quickly ending the call and resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Not only would everything be emailed, you’d never missed a single task that you were assigned. You were the best goddamn employee working for Buggy. Fuck this.

“I’m sorry, Sir. There’s a situation at the hospital with my boyfriend. I apologize but I need to log off and go there now,” you lied. You’d get flack for it later but you didn’t care - your boyfriend was free and you wanted to see him.

“Oh, well, sorry to hear that. Bentham will send the information in a follow up email,” Buggy said, not putting up an argument. For as much of a blowhard as Buggy was, he could also be tolerable sometimes.

“Thank you, sir. I think things will be alright after I follow Doctor’s orders.”

#reader x marco #marco op #op x y/n #x reader #marco the phoenix #reader insert #Buggy would LOVE zoom meetings #everyone watching him #him watching everyone watch him #he doesn't blur his background you can see his flashy house #Shanks is using one of those filters that makes him look like a potato underground #Buggy FUCKING HATES IT #permanently mutes Shanks #take that stupid sexy Shanks

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