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miasudare · 3 months ago

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I don't know if this means anything but guess what I just found in the game files

10 new/different fleeces!

Guesses:

Skeleton like one: Start every crusade with a dead follower, but can't ressurect

Sun: Get ?x amount of damage point during the day, but loose ?x amount of damage during night

Moon: Same like sun, just the other way around

The rest: Cosmetics but some Idk

+ I also found charcoal in the files, the winter is coming. We'll be heating up our followers

#cotl #cult of the lamb #miazel talks #miazel queen #cotl fleeces

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aveloka-draws · 5 months ago

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How would Narinder react if he saw Lamb in his own old divine robes/maid dress? 👀

Carries the god of death around like a bag of potatoes

#ask a bird #narilamb #saving the god of death fleece reaction for the future jsjsj #can you tell i like drawing maid dresses

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percabethcoded · 27 days ago

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THIS IS SO FUNNY OMG😂

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vicaly · 2 months ago

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CAN I GET A YEEHAW!?!

Behold- Vaquero Lamb! >:D

#my art #art #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl fleeces

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seiwas · 1 year ago

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papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

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when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.