#meadow cotl

[darling-dewdream]

Cult of the Lamb: Death Welcomes All

This is my silly little CotL au based on my first playthrough of the game!!

First off, we have the Lamb! Their name is Briar. Once a farmer in Anura, they had to flee their home, leaving their Papa behind. After this, they lived in Darkwood for a few years with their Mama before they had to run from there as well. Eventually, they lost hope and were caught by followers of the Old Faith. Although they had been faithful to the gods, Briar turned on them when The One Who Waits brought them back as they promised to free him. As a cult leader, Briar does their best to fulfill follower requests and keep the faith high. While they reminisce about their old life from time to time, Briar truly enjoys taking care of their flock.

Next up is Narinder! At some point in time, he read Briar’s mind and discovered that they had a crush on him, which he planned to manipulate as much as possible. This backfired when he began reciprocating Briar’s feelings because they reminded Narinder of someone he had forgotten. Despite his emotions complicating the matter, he still decided to sacrifice his vessel to fully regain his power. Following his defeat, Narinder grew resentful toward the one who freed him, so he plotted to destroy them. However, as Briar saved and healed his siblings, Narinder’s anger started to fade. Although he’s mostly settled down, he occasionally gets into little scraps when bored.

Leshy is an absolute little chaos gremlin. He causes trouble whenever he can because he can. Since he is in charge of the cult’s farm, he occasionally steals a few camellias to keep for himself. The prison is hardly ever in use as Leshy breaks people out of it. When he isn’t working, he enjoys pulling pranks on the other cultists. The only person he never pranks is Aurum as he doesn’t want to strain their relationship.

Heket used to be Briar’s goddess and would visit their farm from time to time to accept their offerings of delectable crops. Although rather grumpy due to losing her powers, Heket does acknowledge that her siblings appear happier. She almost always has snacks on hand because of her large appetite. Briar is teaching her how to cook so that she can make meals whenever she pleases.

Kallamar spends most of his time in the healing bay, where he tends to sick and injured followers. If there are no ill followers, he will either paint or go on walks around the cult with his love Ione. Despite his pleas for his younger brother to stop, Leshy loves to jump out and scare Kallamar, who often lets out a high pitched squeal when this happens.

Though their injury has healed, Shamura is still quite forgetful. They keep a notebook in order to write down anything they must do. Even so, Shamura often ends up wandering aimlessly around the cult. At times when they are unsure as to where to go, Shamura will often settle down in the small library that Briar recently built. Occasionally, they end up sleeping in the library after getting wrapped up in a book. In spite of their memory issues, Shamura is incredible at resolving conflicts, and often acts as a mediator in disputes. Above all, they are grateful to Briar for bringing their family back together and making Narinder happy.

These are the five immortal disciples. Ione is rather laid back and gentle; she’s also the oldest of four siblings. Aurum is a silly guy who enjoys working on the farms with Leshy. They have a younger sibling named Sterling. Iram is the first follower and tax enforcer. She’s in charge of the cult when Briar is away. Parade is the loyalty enforcer and often tells jokes. Robert loves to listen to music and hopes to start a theater on the cult grounds and play his clarinet during a show.

Finally, we have the prequel to this au: The Cult of Death. It entails the story of how Narinder ended up in chains and why he began reviving cultists in the first place. The lamb on the left is Meadow, who is a rather sickly but sweet individual. Next to them is their older sibling, Brook. She brought Meadow to Narinder’s cult after their mother died. I’m working on a comic for this, but that will definitely take a long time.

Thank you for reading about the Silly Lil’ Guys!!

[elianaroselight]

Here is a song fic for @the-artist-grimm and their COTL Crimson Angel AU that is would gladly parish for. The song is 'Dandelions' by Ruth B and is an amazing song.

This takes place between the time Anthea realizes they are in love and Narinder's release from the Below.

Today had been a calmer day, which Anthea was grateful for. She was currently crusading through Darkwood for needed supplies, (wood, stone, camellias and the like), when she stumbled into a massive camilla meadow. It had sometime since the lamb last saw one as they had become fewer in number since she had defeated Leshy. It was a nice day. A soft breeze blew through, wafting the scent of the red flowers all around with a few petals and dandelion seeds float about magically.

As she admired the scene and the calmness she felt, words began to slip from her. "Maybe it's the way you say my name. Maybe it's the way you play your game. But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you." She sings softly to herself, mind wandering to her God and his kits. Her heart swelled with a fullness she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine. 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time." The lamb sings as she walks through the flowers, imagining doing so with Narinder. Anthea spins, feeling the grass under her hooves as she does.

A big grin spreads across Anthea's face as she gently runs her hands over the petals. Her mind wanders to the her recent daydreams about happily living with her god, Aym and Baal. "I think that you are the one for me. 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime.. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."

As she sings, Death's vessel only slightly registers the crown floating nearby, watching her. Too lost in the moment and the daydream to care. " 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time."

The lamb moves to sit amongst the flowers and dandelions, feeling the breeze flow through her wool. She carefully picks a white dandelion that was ready to blow it's seeds away. Anthea gazes at it in thought for a moment before continuing to sing, only this time it seemed like she was giving a message for the seeds to carry. "Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know?" She blows on the seeds, sending them flying into the air. She watches them float about. "Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know that?"

Suddenly, the lamb flings herself back, landing on a large patch of dandelions and sending a puff of seeds flying into the wind. "I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time."

Anthea watches the dandelion seeds fly away, carrying her message to the one who holds her heart. The one who waits for her to visit.

Narinder was beginning to turn his sight away from what he was watching, having listened intently to her song and heart heavy with confusion as sadness. The crown floating down to sit by the vessel's head as he sings softly to himself what he wished he could say himself. "I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine."

[eternal-eepiness]

I made a small cotl Narinder ficlet. It's my first one, so let me know if I make any slip ups or mistakes. Please enjoy :)

Summary:Narinder receives a gift. Self doubt is annoying and there's a crap ton of fluff. Idk what else to put here.

(Ficlet under the cut)

Children.

A lot of things were children at some point. Narinder himself was a child. And just like any child, so full of curiosity and wonder about this strange world he was brought into. Questions as well. Children ask an awful lot of questions. Maybe too many.

Why do did that bird fly away from me? Why is the sky blue? Where does the moon go in the daytime? Why are plants green? Why did hurt when I fell? What do clouds look like? Why does my tummy hurt? Why won't you play with me? Why are there black things under your eyes? Why this? Why that? Why? Why?

Why.

Many children ask why. Many adults ask why. Everyone asks questions. It's how we come to know about things, after all. 

Today was a day Narinder asked "Why?" A lot.

It all started midday. Narinder was busy farming, pulling roots from the earth, picking berries off bushes, digging mushrooms out of the ground, only to replant them for the next time. Monotonous cycle, wasn't it? Monotony was very common in mortal day-to-day life. Washing dishes for breakfast tomorrow, washing clothes for next week, washing bones for this month's ritual. (He somehow always ended up with the washing jobs.) Maybe routine would be a better word. Monotonous seems to have too harsh a connotation. He doesn't hate every part of his day, not all of it, no-

"Excuse me, mister?"

Narinder looks up. It's a small child. 7 or 8, maybe? Most likely the child of that deer follower. They do look quite similar, maybe a little too similar.

His face softens. This is a child, a sweet innocent soul.

He cannot be irritatable or standoffish, lest he try to explain why he made a kid cry.

"Yes?" He responds. He hopes he doesn't look too annoyed, his face has a habit of doing that. Not ideal for socializing with children.

The kid fidgets with something behind their back.

"Uhm...I uh...made this. For you."

They bring their arms forward, revealing a crudely made flower crown. It's made of many wildflowers they must've picked from the meadows not too far from this here farm. He can identify a few. Daffodils, orange pansies, bluebells, purple crocuses, and some camellias (That were probably stolen from the farm, he thinks. Camellias don't really grow wild here. And some of these flowers probably aren't in season, either.) All in a repeating pattern of lightest to darkest. Simple, but very pretty.

He tilts his head. The child keeps on nervously rambling while their fingers curl around the crown slightly.

"It's for you, uhm...mommy said yellow and orange make red stand out and your eyes are red and uh-" they stammer, looking away frequently.

He places a hand on the flower crown. They let go of it, staring at him with wide eyes. He holds it in his hand gently, careful not to crush it.

"It's beautiful, thank you." He says, a soft smile on his face.

The kid's eyes light up brighter than the night sky, their smile stretching wider than any road ever built. Pure joy is on their face. Pure joy on anyone's face is a wonderful sight, especially if you are the reason it is there.

"Really!?! I kinda smashed a few, so I dunno-" they exclaim, rambling again

Narinder chuckles "Yes, it is. Even the smashed bits. Tell your mother that she was right about the colors for me, okay?"

The child closes nods and scampers off, shouting for their mother. Narinder sighs and shakes his head, a dumb grin plastered in his face.

"Heh, kids."

He stares at the crown, before putting down his trowel and placing it upon his head. It's a little too large, so it slides down a little too close to his eyes, partially obscuring his vision, not to mention the stems and leaves that stick out and make his face itch. But he can't care less. Somebody, a child, had made this for him for no other reason than to be nice. And he would wear this fantastic gift with honor, no matter how silly he may look. (He in fact, looked very silly.) It is a god's...er...ex-god's duty to accept each offering with grace and respect, especially the homemade ones. It would be cruel and stupid not to do so, wouldn't it?

He goes back to harvesting crops, the grin threatening to stay on his face long overdue. Hell, he might actually cry. Because dammit, wasn't this the sweetest thing he's ever been a part of? A child, a sweet innocent soul decided to give him a homemade gift out of the kindness of their heart. No manipulation, no strings attached, no mockery. Just a simple kind gesture to make his day better. They even felt the need to specify how they didn't mean to smush a few flowers, as if the quality of this fine gift mattered to him. He's seen much worse than a flattened dandelion, but he'll humor this child. He needed that today, this kindness.

But why him? Self doubt and hatred are brutal, more brutal than any type of disease (For him in this moment, at least. Whether or not internal conflict is worse than vomitting or stuffed noses is for the philosophers of the future to discuss.)

Did he even deserve this gift? Even after everything he's done? Thousands of sins committed, Millions slaughtered in his name or because of him, a mother separated from her children to curb his own self-infliceted loneliness. He's done terrible, unforgivable things. He's deplorable. His words have often been pejorative and vile. He attempted to use his vessel for his own gain. This mortal body is a prison, right? Why did he get this gift, then? Why did that child deem him worthy of such an exquisite gift, such a meaningful act of kindness?

Why can't his mind just be silent for once?

He huffs, wipes a small bit of moisture from his eyes, and goes back to his duties. Their mother was right, the yellow and orange make the red in his robes pop, and the blue and purple provides nice contrast.

He claws at the earth for crops once more. 

At least somebody's thought of him.

[changeling-whore]

I'm not great at making promos or w/e

So, go my darling, whore oc be upon ye:

Genevieve 'Ginger Snap' Bell is a bubblegum pink sweetheart with a cat/catlike personality and a free love sort of lifestyle. The epitome of Pan/Poly/will try anything thrice, more if she likes it.

She is a indie oc that spans across many aus ranging from:

Human working in a diner

Catgirl experiment in a lab (erd iykyk)

An Anthro cat in a cloud meadow-esque world

Cat/demon/alien who can either be an experiment in a lab, a demon from hell, or an alien from space

Changeling assassin from Tales Of Arcadia

The Lamb from COTL

Goddess/Disciple of Love

Any new ones I can come up with!

And more~

Though, unless there's interest in the other au's, she'll probably just be a TH/TOA oc on here.

Pics are from Picrew, MGM, and my own art.

18+ character with kink/voreish tendencies (switch), gimme a follow if you don't mind a little spice in your life~

Q&A - Starters - Memes - Prompts - Shipping - Rules

[huskyremix]

Some CotL ramblings, mostly about Lacie and her cult because I do not share it a whole lot, I think I’ve talked more about au’s than my main thing with the cult. 

When it was time to give the cult it’s official naming, Lacie chose to go with ‘Seraphim’, in memory of her mother and the stories she would once tell her about an old saint ewe and their flock.

Lacie enjoys music and dance, and would often sneak away from the grounds when there were no pressing or urgent matters to attend to during the night to play around in a meadow not that far away through the forest. She also practices playing the Harp/lyre. They were admittedly embarrassed at first to perform anything other than the usual song and dance during rituals or special events, it was Narinder that helped her quickly dash those feelings away when he had also admitted to enjoying listening and watching her perform when he was still TOWW.

Since freeing the Bishops each from purgatory, and seeing them in such small mortal forms not unlike her flock, Lacie found they no longer hold a grudge against them. However, that does not mean they are above making petty comments or bullying towards any of them. She has made it clear that the siblings are too not receive any special treatment ( treating their still unhealed wounds does not count ) and that by no means they hold any position or getting in contact with anything that might give them a sliver of their old Godly powers back. 

Out of the siblings, Lacie teases Heket the most. Possibly because she’s their only sister in law, and that Lacie never had any siblings themselves.

They are very much against the act of their followers committing cannibalism, and also makes sure that the farm lands are well attended to, meat is hunted either by herself or missionaries, and she won’t say no to a good day of fishing. There are so many good meals and resources out there, you don’t need to take a bite of your neighbor just because you’re curious what they taste like!

[let-me-iiiiiiiin]

In cotl, you can hunt birds for their meat, or fish in the Pilgrim's Bay for sustenance. But several follower forms have fish-like or avian features, so how must it feel to eat food like that? Do they just not? Do they consider it cannibalism? Do they not care at all? Maybe they have drawn a clear line between "animal" types and "human" types, and so long as it's an animal it's okay.

In the same vein, are there "animal" versions of lambs? Or cows, or chickens, or pigs? I wonder how the Lamb would react to a lamb grazing in a meadow

[krystaldeath]

Cotl fandom, I need y’all to watch Miss Meadows. She is very Lamb coded. Literally, there’s Lamb imagery and everything-

[clansocreations]

My Sky CotL playlist and why each of the songs is in there. Brought to you by I literally have nothing else to do right now 🤣

Because it's peaceful and calm and I like it

The Fog clears (Interlude) ((from Tin Can Audio's The Tower)

Rocket Launch (from Agents of Shield)

La vie en rose

Melody Meadow by Louie Zong

Zelda's lullaby (legend of Zelda)

Song of the Sea (Lullaby) ((from Song of the Sea)

Homesick by Cavetown

La Valse de Amelie ( from Amelie)

Secret Garden (from Howls Moving castle)

My Neighbor Totoro theme song (piano version)

Hallows eve masquerade ( by Beetlebug)

Because it thematically relates to:

Flying

Learning to fly by Hills x Hills

Where no one goes (from how to Train your Dragon, covered by Cloudjumper)

Touch the Sky (from "Brave")

Flying with Mother (from HttyD 2)

Light/Darkness

Edge of Night (Pippins Song) ((from Lord of the Rings)

Towards the sun (from "Home")

A specific area of the game

Beware the forests mushrooms (Legend of Zelda)

I see Fire (from the Hobbit, covered by Freya Catherine)

Clock town theme (Legend of Zelda: Majora's mask)

Rain Clouds by the Arcadian Wild

Home by Cavetown

Singing & Community

Sing for myself (by Voices in your Head)

Army of Two ( from Carol and Tuesday)

Tsuki (by Fake Type)

To you (by Or3o, from Or3o's "Clover")

Forever Endeavor (by the Altogether)

Other

Constellations by the Oh Hellos

Baba Yetu (Covered by the Triforce Quartett)

Beneath the Mask (from Persona 5)

The Loneliest Girl (also Carol and Tuesday)

Something Wild (by Lindsey Sterling)

Open your eyes (Garrett Williamson)

Because I've heard it in Sky/Because I can play it in Sky

Morning at the Slag Ravine (from Castle in the Sky)

Song of Storms (from Legend of Zelda)

Merry go round of life (from Howls moving castle)

Hype music (for difficult tasks)

Rather be by Clean Bandit

Till it's over (from Just Shapes and Beats)

The Storm (by TheFatRat)

Jackpot ( also TheFatRat)

The journey starts today (from Pokemon Journeys)

Call of your ghost by Dessa (as heard in Welcome to Night Vale)

Island of Dreams by Nerdout & Rustage

Because the Sky soundtrack is on Spotify

For those who have come before

Faded Glories

The cloud messenger

An upwards dance

Before a fall