#COTL AU

[loullipopx]

Pokémon Lamb & Goat, coming March 2026

[riatagrace]

must protect little meow meow!! >:(

[eliza-forget]

Okay, someday I'll collect all the information about Au into one post

In the meantime, my old artworks with Kallamar and Shamura

In my headcanons, Кallamar and Shamura weren't siblings. At first they were just allies. According to the backstory that led to their meeting, Kallamar, under duress from other deities, sent a disease to Shamura's cult, what made the second one turn to him for help (and Shamura didn't know the truth). One could say that Kallamar took pity on the God of War and thus acquired favorable conditions for his existence. After all, now he won’t be oppressed by other deities when Shamura stands at his defense.

They had been calling each other siblings since Shamura had found Narinder. It was nothing more than an attempt to mimic mortal relationships, for Narinder, the new vessel of the red crown, had lost his family in a tragic accident before receiving it. Later on, calling each other not by title but as a sibling stuck with them, and with the finding of other crown vessels, they became like a family. But still don't quite understand, as deities, the intimacy of these family bonds, so it led to further division and discord, which started with Shamura and Narinder specifically.

After all, can someone who loved you - put you on a chain?

By the way, a little symbolism, but the broken chain on Narinder's neck was originally from Shamura, which he managed to break and attack his siblings.

WELL, THIS A SMALL FRAGMENT OF MY AU'S LORE xD

[mary-cross]

Part 4 of part ???

There are some things I would like to point out here. Dulciter does not like to speak of her past to Narinder especially now after his betrayal. In this part, they just have a confrontation and resolution. I will make more doodles/drawings more specific to their dilemmas. In the last panel, Dulciter prefers to keep only 3 bells, which is the amount of bells they had on when they were beheaded. As well as you can see in their robe, it is green and red instead of green and orange. Dulciter wears red as a representation of accepting Narinder (the RED crown). Its their first step. But not the easiest.

[angstandhappiness]

Bros got fluffier and pointier

Ending this year off coming out as a Cult of the Lamb fan 🫡

I’m gonna be making full body refs of these guys soon I just had to get this out of my system first.

(Also I may or may not have been listening to “Will You Fall in Love With Me Again” on repeat while drawing Lamb and Narinder so they might be unintentionally OdyPen coded from now on… sooooo)

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Human versions of Goat, Lamb and Yellow Cat for my DnD au. Getting more and more self indulgent by the minute can you tell i just like characters hanging out

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Image 1: A digital drawing of 3 characters looking towards the viewer as if posing for a picture. The character on the left is tall and stands in the foreground with their hand partially covering the view; they are dark skinned, have long dark dreadlocks as well as a long braided goatee, wear black and dark purple clothing along with a spikey choker, multiple piercings and a necklace with a purple gemstone. The character in the middle is smaller, standing a bit further; they are dark skinned, have medium length loose dreadlocks that turn from dark brown to white, wear a read beanie and shawl over a white turtleneck, and they have a red gemstone as a necklace. The character on the right is lighter skinned, has short blonde hair, a small beard and moustache, and wear a green floral shirt.

Image 2: A digital sketch page showing various drawings of the same previous characters wearing different outfits, all in their own section of the image.

At the top is the tall, dark skinned person with dark dradlocks, called 'Pinhead' Graham, with text in parenthesis saying "Goat". There are small bits of information next to them saying "Usually punk fashion. Absolute dogshit mixing of clothing. Mainly black, rarely has colors (purple, green, yellow). Spikes in every outfit. Clothing often shows off waist shape, occasional baggy outfits. Edgelord looking". There is more text to the side saying "Sides shaved", and "4b hair texture, sometimes has braids or dreadlocks".

The next character is the smaller one with white dreadlocks, called Lemuel, with text in parenthesis saying "Lamb". The text next to them says "3c hair texture, has loose dreadlocks", and the other bits of information say "Warm clothing (sweaters, hoodies, cardigans). Beanie 99% of the time. Often wearing a shawl. Neck never bare (turtleneck, necklaces). Light colors (brown, white, grey) + red (light, muted, rarely dark)".

The third character is the one with short blonde hair, called CJ, with the text in parenthesis saying "Yellow Cat". The information text says "Relaxed clothing. Always layering 2 tops at least. Different textures always. Knee-length pants most of the time. At least 1 item with a pattern. Rarely wears dark colors".

Image 3: A small sketch of the same three characters shoulders up, smilling.

Image 4: A sketch of the three sitting at a table which is covered in papers and dice, whispering to each other.

Image 5: A sketch of the same three characters standing side by side, showcasing their outfits.

CJ is on the left, writing next to them says "they/he/she"; he is wearing a bucket hat, a long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved jacket, knee-length shorts and ankle-high socks.

Graham is in the middle, text next to them says "they/them"; they are the tallest of the three, wearing a bone looking hair clip, a jacket with a fur collar, customized patches and spikes along with a big zipper, and a kilt over another skirt and bagger pants.

Lemuel is the one on the right, text next to them says "they/them"; they are the shortest of the three, wearing a crocheted beanie with horns, a shawl over a big sweater, and pants with a "Christmas-looking pattern".

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

“For Him”

Context: An incident in Silk Cave seals the fate of a little sheep.

Playing with the idea of ​​Ando's death and the impact it had on his younger brother, the Lamb.

This is a bit weird since this was more of an experimental concept, but I liked it enough to share it (ouo)

I'm not very good with action shots, but I hope I've managed to make out what I wanted to convey here. Because, well, there is some background.

Anyway…

¡I hope you like it! (>u<)/

[altverse-invertverse]

𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. 𝙋𝙏 1

cotl hood AU

This AU was originally for jokes on my instagram, but was convinced to move it here. This AU centers mostly around Lambsonas, but has some cameos and storylines with Goats and Lambs from mutuals AU’s

Web(Goatfrey) belongs to @ccarmody101

BW/Ramiro(Relic AU goat) belongs to @hoppdopp

Gold-Tee(Goldie) belongs to @creative_lea_made

[devilowls]

I’m continuing this AU, the other bishops will be next

[skyartworkzzz]

Have couple pieces of kindred lore

Their appearance changes depending on the region of the world, depending on how people there imagine death to look like, the collective belives of people changing how they look

Its hevily implied in their quotes that they were once one spirit of death that "split himself right down the middle" so he would never be lenely again

Lamb often tells Wolf stories to distract him from his endless hunger

while Kindred is the most known spirit of death, being known in all regions, they arent the only one. There are many death spirits that are more localized with lesser influence

Kindred also isn't THE Death, there exist a primordial being as old as the world known as the Mask Mother. She doesn't interact with mortals at all but she is the one who created Kindred along with all other death spirits. She is the god of death to other gods of death

KINDRED LORE YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY I LOVE THEIR CHARACTER PLENTY DUDE 😭😭😭💜💜💜

Their relationship is so cute,,,, the fact one of them were created so they wouldnt be lonely again is very Narilamb core to me nobody can tell me otherwis-

As for the Mask Mother u spoke of I did take liberty in making my own........interpretation

Hehe

[voidcxltist]

At this point I'm just naming it "What If" LMAO

What if Narilamb wasn't mutual love...

By Lamb's side?

- Narinder would've arrived to the cult a couple of moons ago, but in this one, Lambert didn't forgave him for the betrayal and the fact he asked to sacrifice himself, no. He wouldn't be, and now, as God Of Death, he was safe from Narinder. He only forgave him to five an example to his cultists

- Narinder, instead, took that as a signal of deeper love. He would totally fall head over heels to him, and he would inmediatly get into doing what he had at hand to help Lambert to achieve any other substancial goal

- Lambert, at first, politely declined, leaving Narinder alone, at second, he was more harsh, letting in clear he didn't needed help, and the last time didn't arrived until a couple of time later, when Narinder declared his love to Lambert

- "No. I do not love you back, monster. I'm your leader, not your friend and NEVER your partner." were the words told by Lambert on that night, ever since, Narinder never comes near him, feeling guilty, pained and anxious. Despite of it, he sometimes manages to overcome them and timidly say an "I love you" to Lambert.

- When Narinder saw Shamura openly being friendly to Lambert, and him being friendly to Shamura, he fekt a pang of guilt, remorse and sadness, that led onto him ceiving in.

- As while Lambert married Shamura in this kne, Narinder sadly keeps eyeing the lamb, knowing that there were more fortunate ones, and there were the loser. This time, he's a loser.

HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT

[riatagrace]

cats love to stare out the window :3

[really-burnt-toast]

Design updates!

Hehe... eye for an eye...

(Old design reminder under cut)

They gained a healthy weight and look more coherent now!

Edit: If you saw this post all messed up, im sorry, donno why tumblr hates me

[joffyworld]

Numbers Weighed, Kingdom Divided

There comes a day in all lives of the wicked, where the world does crumble 'neath the weight;

Harsh truths come to light, sons perish for order of truth yet,

Every house painted in blood is spared such fates.

When the first of many plagues came upon us,

Relentless was its long tendrils of influence:

It hissed and clawed at the gates of our homes,

Tempting us further into its wanton destruction,

Invasion of our minds the only goal of such a beast;

Negation of self. Destruction of hope. All such curses,

Guerilla warfare made plain in reverberations of pain.

Insufficient preparation paves road to ruinous chaos;

Sufficient protocol lead, instead, to shallow balance made.

Omens of combat flooded every sense so relentlessly,

Nary a moment existed without thoughts of survival's odds.

Then came hope,

Hope in the form of one trusty, truthful sermon.

Every man listened, to the gracious leader's lamentation:

"Ye few exiles gathered in bedlam, hear me so!

Assay to assuage fears here, I shall!

Let be known to all that I, too, feel worrisome at times,

Lest even I could so lose much needed humility.

Ye fears thou all harbour are so seeming validated now,

O' in truth our enemies do encircle us like vultures;

Utyerly starved, driven mad by their whims and wants.

Remain, despite this, still we do, so we shall.

Darkest days are coming, I will not deceive you.

Against one another, they wish us to turn swiftly.

Yet in times of darkness, to our lord we must turn!

Safety in our number, shall he so assure us.

Against our enemy, we will know true lasting victory!

Regrets shall befall their faces as death's knell comes!

Expiry their final fate, I so swear it. With death, their souls shall be so hung."

Not a shadow of doubt long clung to us thereafter,

United in purpose as we now were once again.

Manic preparation had given way to contemplation;

Battles ahead for that

Earned peace which we so seek.

Red splattered crosses made from heathen blood

Embellish our shelters, those wooden slits,

Doors to our havens, homes to the faithful but meek.

When the plague does come upon these lands once again,

Our enemies shall know its true wrath.

Regrettable though it is that we are compelled to the warriors path.

Make work of parables, eye for an eye, our lord does so teach.

[sophelisticated]

(Edited 1/7/25, changed from “Grand Librarian” to “Divine Astro” (aka Divine Astrologist)) (Also added more details on how the Moth Colony works!! 🤍)

Little moth oc/self insert! Her name is Mothi!

In my cotl au, some species has its own colony. ____________________________________

Moth Colony’s Backstory

Moths had their own colony, and were sworn enemies with butterflies. butterflies worshiped the sun, and moths worshiped the moon.

Moths were famous for making the most beautiful clothing and accessories, anything with silk. They were one of the richer colonies for this reason. (Silk comes out of moth’s stomach scales and wrists, easier to use while sewing.)

They had an infamous reputation for their love of books and history, along with their clothes making. For these reasons, the leaders of Moth Colonies were Divine Astro’s (Divine Astrologist) and Supreme Seamstresses. Divine Astros were always male and Supreme Seamstresses were always female.

Ordinary commoner males have one primary job they usually work as;

Astronomer

Ordinary commoner females have one primary job they usually work as;

Tailors

Being crowned a Divine Astro or a Supreme Seamstress doesn’t mean king and queen. Both the Astro and the Seamstress do not have to be wed or in a relationship to rule together.

Additionally, being crowned alters the hormones and dna in the system of the moth, which makes the moth gain many positive attributes to their physical properties.

Traits and physical changes + their role in the colony include:

Supreme Seamstress:

Able to produce 10x more silk

Faster sewing rate

More creative clothing ideas

Oversees all clothing being made that isn’t being made by her

Produces eggs 4x the amount

Basically a queen ant or a queen bee

Extremely slower growth rate, longer life

Divine Astrosologists:

Able to produce 10x more silk

Makes silk paper 10x faster for books

An Astrologist, Astronomer, and Diviner

Binds books with own special threads to make them extremely strong

Oversees all astrological books being made

Oversees all astrological books in library

Able to tweak the details in the books as they see fit

Extremely slower growth rate, longer life

Divine Astro & Supreme Seamstress’s responsibilities:

Divine Astrologist:

Astrologist, Astronomer, Diviner.

Creates star maps.

Leads most Constellation Worship Congregations.

Manages shipments from other colonies.

In charge of punishing dissenters and problematic behavior.

In charge of money, trading, finance, construction.

Leads sacrificial worship. (A very rare practice that moths only use when the colony is at its lowest.)

Crowns new Supreme Seamstresses or Divine Astros

Predicts the past, present, and future using the stars and divination

Supreme Seamstress:

Creates and sews luscious star-themed clothing.

Leads some Constellation Worship Congregations.

In charge of wedding, death, and birth Ceremonies.

Blesses newborns, elderly, and sickly.

Sometimes cooks heavenly dinnertime meals on very rare occasion. (An ancient recipe, somehow able to heal almost all viruses from a moth’s body…)

Helps needlewomen with better ideas for sewing

In charge of leading military attacks. (89% success rate compared to Divine Astrologist’s 45%)

Crowns new Supreme Seamstresses or Divine Astros

Works, trades, and deals with other colonies to get sheep wool, web, hemp, cotton, bamboo, camel wool, alpaca wool, cork, leather, flax, ramie, etc. etc.

Moths worked with the lambs the most, combining wool and silk to make lush and higher quality clothing to sell and wear. And the moths helped try to evacuate the lambs when the mass murder was occurring, and sadly, that’s how Mothi’s mother, a Supreme Seamstress, lost her life. With no father to account for, Mothi was now orphaned.

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Mothi’s Backstory

At a young age (4 years normally, 12 in moth years (since moths have a shorter lifespan when ordinary and not a Supreme Seamstress or a Divine Astro. Kinda like how a queen bee lives longer than regular bees)), Mothi was crowned a Supreme Seamstress. Too young to make eggs to expand the colony, a Supreme Seamstress from another colony made a deal to supply eggs for both colonys until Mothi reached a mature age to safely make eggs of her own.

Sadly, 3 years later, both colonies were hit with a surprise attack from a large Butterfly Colony. This killed thousands in both Moth Colonies, killing both the Divine Astros from the 2 Colonies and the Supreme Seamstress that helped provide to both Moth Colonies. Mothi fled with her life.

Because Mothi was crowned a Supreme Seamstress, had a slower growth rate. For the next 35 years, she lived on her own. Unable to find another Moth Colony to join. She was now 14.

She had found a beautiful gold necklace once during her journey, dropped by a pony who was traveling back to an odd looking colony that had many different species. Stealing it, Mothi ran off with it around her neck, unaware that she had now stopped aging from the necklace.

Thousands upon thousands of years pass.

At one point, the necklace was stolen from her from a very rude starfish. But Mothi couldn’t catch them again. So she got older without the necklace, her growth rate still slowed from her being crowned Supreme Seamstress all those millennia ago.

At one point, another hundred and five years later, at the age of 17, gets caught by cultists who store her in a house, planning to kill her for an old bishop named Kallimar. She remembers that name from the history books she used to read during the day, when everyone else was asleep, because of their nocturnal nature.

Building collapsing, broken ribs, fainting. Gentle words and fluffy wool. Mothi hadn’t remembered the last time she had felt wool, but it felt magnificent.

And a familiar face. A black cat with three eyes. The moths were fond of Death long ago. And Mothi could never forget that face.

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Mothi eventually becomes a seamstress for The Lamb, finally finding a ‘colony’. The Lamb does have to do many quests for Mothi to find how to make a medicine to help Mothi’s abundant silk production. The silk can be used for clothes, but because she was technically still a Supreme Seamstress, the amount that Mothi made was too much.

In the years between the ages 17 to 18–about 17.5 years for Mothi’s slow Supreme Seamstress growth—there is a period where young Supreme Seamstresses’s and Grand Librarian’s hormones go wild, and make too much silk for their body to handle. Kinda like a menstrual cycle? But it’s for silk.

(Again, silk comes out of the stomach scales and the wrists!!)

(Sickos /jk)

ME WHEN… ME WHWN THE VOICES THE VOICES

You can find the writing I did for Lamb and Narinder from The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara meeting Moffi rightttt

HERE