#cotl narinder

[ninjasmudge]

realised ive been woefully underutilizing the crown and the fun shapes it can be

i think it likes lamb best, and bc theyre the last god and dont have to fight off other gods from their power, they can afford to let the crown relax some. which means it gets up to stuff.

it puts up with a lot of bothering when lamb dresses it up in bows bc theyll also carry jt around when it wants, no matter how inconvenient. how alive is it? i have no idea at all it might be beyond human comprehension

that pokemon problem of letting humanoid vs animal pokemon sleep on the bed is not a problem to lamb bc they dont care

[illambinati]

pt. 1 / ?

[spookibow]

Drunk kisses mwahh

[rubystudios-yt]

He held the small thing in his hands, gently shifting it from side to side, careful to not puncture it's frail flesh with pointed bone. Softly poking at it's face with a knuckle to see the skin move with it and it squirm at the feeling.

The tuff of wool on top of it's head looked clean, thoroughly washed and cared for. He only wished his flesh hadn't rotted off some time ago, maybe then he'd be able to feel it's warm softness, even if just a smidge.

The little sheep had made it's way up the hill to greet him, and took it upon itself to try and climb up his robes when he didn't respond. He had to catch it when it started to slip.

He hadn't ignored it on purpose, he had simply just not heard the sheep's little bleats. Far too small to make a sound really that loud enough for him to hear when it had been on the ground.

But with him cradling it in his palms with his legs pulled up by his chest, leaning back onto an old redwood tree, he could hear it just fine. He wasn't entirely sure what it had been babbling on about, only really half paying attention. He did hear it ask what the scars on his bones that where his wrists where. The question went unanswered.

The sheep didn't seem to mind the old god prying at it or his lack of any vocal responses, after a while it did seem to finally tire itself out of talking and were content with taking a nap as he held it.

It was intriguing to him.

He watched it's chest rise and fall as it breathed small and evenly through it's slumber. The way it's face twitched and softened, a reflection of it's dreams it held onto.

It was fragile and light, any wrong move of his could crush bones and tear it's flesh apart. Surely the creature knew of this as well, and yet it still entrusted it's life within his hands.

He looked up over at the village that the mortal had come from, nearly hidden in the dense forest of Darkwood. It was a cute little place, decorated beautifully with bright florals and different brilliant shades of green. Roofs of straw and hay bundled together tightly to protect from the weather outside sat atop of wooden walls with carved windows.

He wondered which one the sleeping sheep had come from. Did it have any family? Did he? The four gods who had found him in chains called him their brother, so he supposed he had them. But their every movement and word seemed like they didn't know what to do with him. They were afraid to touch him, like he would wither away if they pressed on his bones too roughly, spoke with shaking soft voices that sounded forced. Like they didn't want to speak with him, he never reciprocated their words so he knows not why they forced themselves to.

In a way he knew why, having the need to use a slickly scythe designed for combat as nothing more than a walking stick (which now lay against the same tree as he), easily falling down as his legs felt as though caving in on themselves. But those where nothing time couldn't fix, if he kept walking without over exceeding himself then he wouldn't have to walk with one of the gods trailing close behind any longer. He wouldn't have to be a burden to them, it was troublesome enough as is.

He had managed to find escape away from the worm this time around. He felt terrible using his blindness to his own advantage, but he felt as though they had been suffocating him, coddling him as though he couldn't do anything at all on his own. He felt pathetically small around them, despite his height causing him to practically loom over the four of them.

The sky that overcasted the village was dark with the night's colorful blues and blacks. Stars twinkled bright above them. It felt like only minutes before the colors shifted to allow room for the sun's early morning rays. Highlighting the shadowy purples with pinks and golden orange and yellows. It made the village below feel more full in a way. Like this was how it was meant to be viewed as.

small doodle for a snippet I wrote a couple of months ago lol

[vicaly]

Turning over an old leaf

I like the head cannon that Narinder was the main sibling who helped raise Leshy when the crown chose him. It gives the two of them more angst ₊˚✧⊹

[dulciechi]

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

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drew this right after reading the latest update to Lamb and the Siren's Curse by @three-eyes-fox 💜🩷 all while literally kicking my feet and giggling in bed over them.

too bad my art style's so cutesy for such a serious scene TuT

[strawdool]

bro is not subtle

[fablegate]

weekly visits to bae in solitary confinement

[mimosifoliamimer]

Te molesta si te hablo de mi amor 🗣🎶🎶

Narinder podría llevarle mariachis al cordero? (VIVA MÉXICO!!) 🌹🐈‍⬛🐑🎵🎶🎻🎺🎼

Probablemente no pero gracias por darme una excusa para dibujar a Narinder de traje✨ (le va a cantar la de Un millón de primaveras)

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Ask: could Narinder bring mariachi to the lamb?

Unlikely but thank you for giving me an excuse to draw Narinder in a mariachi suit✨ (he's gonna sing "Un Millón de Primaveras")

[lunar-apocalypso]

Your lamb and nari should make out and so should your leshy and yellow cat

🤭

[marshmallowcheeps]

~ The Kick ~

Nari just wants to feel his baby, so why does he feel so attacked?

You kick Narinder? You kick him like the football?!

He's just being dramatic, the bruise in his face isn't even real lmao

Hope everyone is excited fro the Ask Box answers later this week :D

[frecktheheck]

As long as we're here, what would the lamb look like when freed and resurrected in that swap AU?

There is a lots of trust issues and anger on both sides - but Lamb feels very guilty.

They did not wanted to betray Narinder and tried to find other ways for them to be free - and working together. Didn’t work.

Narinder wanted Lamb dead after the fight - but couldnt do it. So now they are both trying their best to just exist next to each other - but it’s hard.

[melled42]

COTL Narilamb ROD AU

"Announcement" p3 of 3 p1 p2

you told the kids, now you have to tell the in-laws

ROD AU masterpost

patreons got this early, got wips and nsfw content

[giglio-nero-e-bianco]

✨Wholesome family time✨

[rubystudios-yt]

oh goodness I was NOT expecting that last post to blow up, I have a bunch of older cult of the lamb art I can show :D