#lamby

[agavegator]

the update hatched a brilliant idea for me

[laughingpinecone]

Many many thanks to the funky patron who gave me the opportunity to make this old idea come true! The scenario is near and dear to my heart and, I figure, to Harry's as well... (Kim fixed Lamby's missing eye btw)

[cat-cosplay]

Avoid dangerous cults.

Practice safe sects.

[the-orthrus]

"Behold the Lamb of God"

[cutkeyofhell]

Que hermoso día soleado a caray se oscurece...

Mini comic | Collab | I think this is yours Omg I'm so excited to finally be able to show this! Estoy que exploto amigo!! Sozo needs glasses...

The collaboration was with @ / cosmica_candy (you can find her on twitter) !!!I love his art and his cult of the lamb universe!!

And a bonus page, because I'm totally out of control!! my goodness!!!

This is the part of the Collab by @cosmica_candy (I put it here more to save it than anything else). Please go see his art on twitter you are going to love it uwu

Don't forget the meme uwu

Que hermoso día soleado. hay caray, se oscureció…

[hollowgears]

So i started playing Cult of the lamb

i love this game a totally normal amount

[marsziepan]

Doodle of a little something I've been thinking of

After being settled in their marriage Lamb and Narinder decide to become parents! Much to their surprise the kids are born as the reincarnations of the fallen bishops!

Dun dun dunn

I'll probably add more to this idea soon i haven't been inspired to do an au in a very long time, but I think this will be fun hehe

[kikruui]

hello cotl fandom.

[yngwersfanartdump]

original text:

Discotober day 29; Childhood smth simple and wholesome today you're allowed to cuddle Lamby! 💛

[doctorbeth]

2022 Fashion Show Part 3: another lamb tale

Lambs are quite a large part of the hospital's patient group, especially since Daisy wrote this wonderful post about her Lamby almost a decade ago. Because of that, you may see lots of lamb stories here, but each is a different patient, with their own special tale (and tail). :-)

Today, in following the fashion show theme, I'd like to introduce you to Cathy the lamb. Her person first wrote back in the fall. Cathy was worn from so many hugs and adventures, and her vision was impaired. She also had some wounds, and really wanted to try a spa. Here is one of her diagnosis photos:

After considering wound repair, lining and wound repair, and recovering, her person opted to go with lining. Cathy was having a spa too, so she'd be unstuffed anyway, and this way she would still look like herself. It turned out her eye was still around, so it could maybe be reinstalled. Then, and here's the fashion show part, she would get a hoodie to protect her on the outside. Her person would send a blanket with her, Cathy's own blanket, to be used for the fabric.

Cathy arrived at the hospital for her appointment this winter and treatment began with the spa. If a patient is going to be cleaned, I always do this first so all surgeries are as infection free as possible. :-) Here she is in her bubble bath:

Next she got restuffed, with a heart with a bit of her original stuffing inside:

Her person wrote "She keeps her feelings there…and memories, I suspect. :)"

Then it was on to the eye... new eye, old eye reinstall? The post of her eye had broken off, but was still inside and could stay in place, but only without a new eye. After much thought (and photos) her person opted to keep the original eye, which meant gluing, which we don't usually do (because it's not something easily reversed). But in Cathy's case, it worked.

Soon, she was plump, vision restored, and ready for her hoodie fitting:

And here she is sporting her spiffy blanket hoodie! I kept the original blanket edging as a style marker, rather than adding an extra hem. And then added a small kangaroo pouch pocket, so she could store extra secrets and finds:

Cathy's person was very happy. She wrote:

Awww! She looks awesome (and cozy), thank you so much!

Thank you so much! 

I look forward to many, many years of adventure with Cathy, and will recommend you and your services to anyone I know. :)

You rock!

And once Cathy was home, her person wrote again:

I really can't thank you enough, you took such good care of her and fixed her up wonderfully. She even came home ahead of schedule! You are amazing!

The hoodie is absolutely adorable. I had to make sure I could get her in and out without hurting her, and I can! Thank you, also, for sending the rest of her blanket back. :)

Thank you again!

[palestaticexchange]

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

"What's that?"

Your brother holds something small and shiny. His eyes glint like the thing in his hand does when he looks at you. "Go inside!" He says. The other one giggles.

"Show me! You have something!" You stumble to where they're crouched in the sand.

"Go away, Lily!" He's pouting now.

"This is our thing," the other one says. "We found it out there!" A wild finger swings towards the mound out in the sea.

The waves push back and forth over the sand. It's like a game: they want to pull you close then shove you away again. You shiver every time you look over them. "You can't go there..."

"W- Why did you tell her?"

You stamp a foot to catch the boys' attention. "You can't go out there! It's dangerous! Mom said!"

"Go away, Lily!" Your brother who holds the shiny thing stamps back. "This is why you can't play with us! You ruin everything!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"N- No I don't!" Your lip wobbles, nose already growing thick with snot.

You other brother giggles as he replies in perfect chorus with his twin; "Yes! You! *DO*!"

It's too much. You squeal once then run crying back home. Your wails bob in pitch each time your little feet pound against the sand.

"Oh?" You can't see through your tears but hear the old lady call out to you as you pass her. "What's wrong, dear? Come talk to Isobel!"

You don't stop, just pound up the wooden slats and into your home. Your little paws grip the edge of the sofa and hoist you up. Then you curl up in the corner and wipe your snotty face against the woollen throw. Crying, wailing, wiping. You blow thick sneezes against the ratty blanket that smells of the sea and wood smoke. 

Outside you hear the rumbling of adult voices, a moment later the door creaks open once again. "-Don't know, she just ran right past me."

"Right," Mom's voice. "What's all this crying for, girl?"

You raise your wobbly face from the blanket. Through your tears you spot the blue and yellow form of your mother and reach out for her. The sofa sinks next to you, sending your little body into her as she scoops you onto her lap.

"Hmm? Are we being silly?" 

You wail against her chest as she cuddles you, one hand stroking through your hair. "T- they, w- why?" Your little fists twist into the front of her coat, the nylon making sweet swishes against your short nails. "W- why w- won't they l- let me p- p- pla- pluh- *PLAY* w- w- with t- theee~!" It's too much again. You grind your snotty face against your mother as she coos softly.

"Ah. This is about the twins again." 

You nod, sniffing. 

"Hmm," The hand on your back starts petting it affectionately. "Boys are like this I'm afraid, little one. By the time they'll *want* to play with you the game won't be in your favour." 

You sniffle. You're not sure what mom means, but it doesn't sound fair. "But I want to play! I want to g- go on ah- ahd- ahd-ven-tures too!"

As you squeak out your new favourite *big* word your mom pauses in her stroking. She never shouts, or leaves you on your own for more than half a day, but she can get quiet. Then she runs her hand down your back again- slower this time. "Is that what you want? Or do you just want to be included?"

You unburrow your face from her chest and look up at her. She stops petting your hair and lifts the blanket, dabbing at your eyes then closing it around your nose. You blow into it.

"My special girl." As she pulls the wool away from your face you can see she's smiling down at you. "Do you want something all of your own?"

You gawk up at your mother before nodding quick. 

You feel a puff of air hit your face as she laughs through her nose. Then she's lifting you off her lap and placing you on the sofa. "Let the boys keep their silly games." She stands and walks to the high shelves above the fireplace, standing tall and lifting a paper box down. "Mom's going to introduce you to a very special old friend of hers." You see a flash of something white, then she's holding it behind her back with one hand and replacing the box with her other. She walks back to the sofa and drops to a crouch in front of you. "He's been *my* friend since I was your age... But I think you need him more than I do now, pet." 

You gasp as she pulls the doll from behind her back. "Woah~!" You forget your brothers and their adventures and their games. In front of you is the scrappy off-white body of a toy, an animal you recognise from one of your worn picture books. "A baa-lamb!" 

Your mother's face scrunches as she smiles. "Well done little one." She turns the old thing over, she seems suddenly... Not sure. "I called him 'Lamby' but I suppose you could call him something else if you liked..." The smile returns as if nothing had happened, then she's holding him out to you. 

You draw in breath and take the toy, his black button eyes already filled with love for you. "Lamby..." You whisper, stroking along his wool.

As you stroke your new friend you feel your mother's hand return to your hair, stroking you in time. "I just know you'll take *good* care of each other. Like he took good care of me." 

You will take good care of me, won't you Little Lily? He says. I've had a long life, but I will be your friend for as long as you'll be mine. 

You release a peel of giggles and kick your little legs. You pull the toy tight against your chest, liking the soft scratch of his wool against your still-damp cheek. Like the rest of the house he smells of salt, smoke, and seaweed. A moment later, you hear the creek of the door.

"Here comes trouble," your mother sighs. 

From just outside you hear the old lady urging the boys up the steps. Then one of the twins comes into view with eyes like saucers. 

Elder by 36 minutes. He plucked the metal shell from the sand. You look down at Lamby, not understanding what he means, then up again as your brother starts to talk.

"M'sorry Lily..." He mutters, shuffling awkwardly. 

"Now your turn," Isobel urges from the doorway. Her hand rests on your other twin's shoulder as he turns shyly against her side. 

"M'sorry..." He says quietly.

Mom gives the old lady a quick smile, then bends down to level with your brothers. "I have told you before to be kind to your sister-"

"Whas that!" The older one hops, pointing at Lamby." 

You're a big girl. The stitching of Lamby's mouth is faded but you can tell it used to be pink. Let it go. You need them and they need you. You *all* need each other.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, holding Lamby in your lap. "His name is Lamby and he is my friend. You can k- keep your games and metal shells." You lift your chin like a big girl would.

Your older twin cocks his head, the one in the doorway pulls his fingers from his mouth to smile. 

"There's my good girl," your mom says with a smile. 

[feralkiing]

some cult doodles

[silbaria]

You don't like Lamby? 🐑 baa?

Commission info ✨ || Ko-fi ☕️

[comaconpatas]

nar nar~

[disco-dancing-in-the-desert]

[cook-boss-88]

Taking a small break from Super Mario Comic Dubs, today we go back to Cult of the Lamb Comics! Catching up with Mercy Gone Wrong by @faery-the-diamond