#and dare i say it.....narilamb

[bamsara]

Oh my god

[lambment]

oodles of cotl doodles

[tigerr-cherry]

LESBIAN BLAST UR NARILAMB

[cj-the-random-artist]

Here have a doodle that I made a while ago and then thought it was so funny that I committed to it and made it into an actual drawing (for giggles yk)

Also glad to have a backlog of art posts cuz my wrist has decided it’s break time lol

Enjoy this silliness and have a good one :D

[starsonablackboard]

guys did you ever return from crusades to find your spouse asleep on the teleportation stone, waiting for you?

[ardbar]

Defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved you say sounds familiar. *stares intensely at that gay demonic cat*

i love unrequited love, i love blind devotion, i love guard dogs. i love being desperately obsessed with the object of your affections. i love when devotion rots into cruelty, i love when love doesn't know any better, i love when love is ugly. i love defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved. i love when a character will wait for the next time they will be loved like a bird or a dog at their beloved’s door. i love when love is insanity and by the LORD do i love betting on losing dogs

[queenofcats17]

28 for narilamb (if you want; otherwise just choose a ship of your liking)

Ooh! I've never done Narilamb before! I'll do my best!

28. …as a lie.

.

The One Who Waits was a being to be feared. He was the God of Death, the downfall of the Old Faith. He inspired awe and dread in all who looked upon him. He bowed to no one and followed no one's orders but his own.

And yet... Here he was following the orders of that blasted lamb.

He had tried to fight back against the Lamb, of course. He wasn't one to take this indignity lying down. He was the One Who Waits! The terrifying God of Death! He refused to be the follower of anyone! Least of all some upstart lamb. He had been the one to give the Lamb power in the first place! How dare that insolent creature use that stolen power to subjugate him? He would see his power returned, he vowed, and the Lamb crushed beneath his heel.

Unfortunately, though, none of his attempts at reclaiming his power had succeeded thus far. Every murder scheme, every attempt at sowing dissent, every sabotage, they all fell flat, foiled either by the Lamb or one of their followers. A lesser being might have been discouraged by this constant failure, but for Narinder, each failure only served to stoke the fires of his rage even more. He would suffer this humiliation for the time being, but he would reclaim his throne. He swore that.

Which led to where he was now, sitting on a log in front of the bonfire while the other followers danced around him in nothing but little leaves. He too was bereft of clothing, much to his chagrin. The Lamb was performing some sort of Lust ritual, for reasons Narinder neither understood nor cared about. He had been fully intending to stay in his tent while this went on, until his siblings had dragged him out, claiming that if they had to do this then so did he. So, here he was, sullenly sipping some wine while watching the other followers with barely disguised disdain. Quite a few of the other followers were drunk and sloppily flirting with each other. Narinder was about to turn his attention elsewhere, disgusted with their blatant displays of affection.

But then he noticed a few of the followers flirting with the Lamb.

And that gave him an idea.

He'd tried being aggressive. He'd tried being direct.

Maybe it was time he tried a... subtler approach.

He quickly finished his glass of wine before pouring himself another, full enough to swirl and slosh as he stumbled toward the Lamb, adopting a swaying and off-balance gait to simulate drunkenness.

"Lamb~" He called in a sing-song voice.

The Lamb turned away from where they were politely declining the advances of a different drunken follower. They gasped upon seeing Narinder seemingly stumbling drunkenly toward them.

"Nari! Are you drunk?" They asked, unable to hide the enormous grin that spread across their face.

"What can I say?" Narinder slung an arm around the Lamb's shoulder, deliberately slurring some of his words. "What you lack in godhood you seem to make up for in potent liquors."

The Lamb's expression flattened a bit and they rolled their eyes, patting Narinder's head. "Yeah, okay."

"Oh, don't make that face." Narinder leaned in closer, resting his cheek against the Lamb's. "You're doing well. For a usurper." He had to add that last part. Even when feigning weakness, he couldn't let the Lamb forget what they'd taken.

"Aw, I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me," the Lamb replied, patting Narinder's hand. "You're definitely gonna regret that tomorrow." They paused, then laughed. "You're probably gonna regret all of this tomorrow."

Narinder's expression suddenly grew solemn. "Then let's not think about tomorrow," he whispered, leaning closer.

"Huh?" The Lamb let out a squeak at the sudden closeness.

Their faces were close enough that their noses were almost touching, and Narinder was sure the Lamb could smell the alcohol on his breath, further strengthening the impression that this was all due to intoxication.

"I don't want to think about tomorrow," Narinder hissed, eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm tired of worrying all the time. Let me have this moment, Lamb."

The Lamb blinked, clearly flustered, but quickly regained their composure and smiled. "Well, alright. If you say so."

Narinder stared intently at them with half-lidded eyes. They weren't unattractive, he would admit that much. But they meant nothing to him, he reminded himself. They were nothing.

...Why was his heart beating faster now?

No, he had to focus on his plan.

"...Can I kiss you?" He asked.

The Lamb's eyes went wide. "...What?"

"Can I kiss you?" Narinder repeated.

"Okay, so I did hear you right. Uh..." The Lamb giggled nervously. "Do you... actually want that?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't." Narinder gave a lazy smile.

The Lamb paused, considering this. "Just one," they said after a moment of thought. "And only a quick one. I don't want to take advantage of you."

Internally, Narinder couldn't help but laugh. Oh, so they thought they were taking advantage of him in this situation. Oh, how adorable. If only they knew how wrong they were.

"How kind of you," Narinder purred. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to theirs.

It was just a ploy, he reminded himself as the Lamb closed their eyes and leaned in. This meant nothing. The Lamb meant nothing. They were a pawn who had outlived their usefulness and needed to be brought to heel. This kiss was nothing but a lie. A sweet one, but a lie nonetheless.

Who was he really lying to, though?

[tobernaut]

im glad im not the only one that for a moment saw the goat as a narilamb kid or some sort of narilamb based thing

i can see other uses/lores/etc for the goat, but the narilamb similarity is quite there.

THATS WHAT IM SAYING 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Obviously I know it's not even close to canon in any way shape or form, but I can imagine followers seeing The Goat for the first time and leaping to some pretty crazy conclusions.

Change The Goat's purple to red. Do it. I dare you. Don't they look like some average Tumblr users shitten oc?? (Said affectionately, of course.)

Anyway I just think it's goofy that the COTL 2P just happens to look like a Narilamb lovechild. Thank you for hearing me out on this

[billazzy]

Dare I say it? Narilamb.

They’re soulmates but one of them is infact trying to choke the other to death with the red string of fate tying them together

[angstandhappiness]

HAH

Oh my god

[angstandhappiness]

NEAT

oodles of cotl doodles

[angstandhappiness]

PRETTY love the X facial scar

Here have a doodle that I made a while ago and then thought it was so funny that I committed to it and made it into an actual drawing (for giggles yk)

Also glad to have a backlog of art posts cuz my wrist has decided it’s break time lol

Enjoy this silliness and have a good one :D