#oc amdusias

[quiesphere]

OC doodles from yesterday's stream ✏️

[nellas-art]

Happy 2nd Anniversary Cult of the Lamb!

Prompts under the readmore.

[konjkitkatty]

Leshy gave a super important dangerous job to his least favorite high up follower. And he didn't even give him an immortality necklace. Was he hoping he would die

Perchance.…

[minzart]

So, not only did Leshy fall for one of the lambs followers, but the descendent of one of their first followers and their most loyal. Nice.

right after I posted that art, one though crossed my mind, and you know what? here's the crazy thing, not only did Leshy fall for the descendant of the Lamb's first loyal follower

but also the descendant of his own fucking ex-diciple

[cult-of-a-buttercup]

Had to join in

Edit: original meme here :)

[bitterestbuggy]

O Leshmas tree o Leshmas tree 🌳 o how I love you Leshmas tree 🎄

Merry Christmas everyone! 🎁

[lammydraws]

followers

[crypticpaw]

Wanted to draw my 5 first followers! They were super fun to design and are absolutely my favorites!

[jadesstrangeplace]

[mooner3]

A Chance to Change ch2

This will be part one of chapter two.

[myorinn]

Done and onto the other, no longer a prey and now a hunter

[arsegoetia87]

Next chapter is up. Kindness is hard to come by these days. Also guest staring Barnaby, a wonderful Sona of @midnight-malls !

Life, Death, and Repentance - Chapter 4 - DOGMAt87 - Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[rosedarkness24]

Cult Shenanigans

Lesson Number One

You can't please everyone.

Valefar, Ash, and Keith have been coworkers in worshipping Lamb. Giving their devotion wholeheartedly. And while all three have their ups and downs. They stick up for each other.

Unfortunately, they all have different views on justice. Ash believes that The One Who Waits should pass judgment on someone. While Valefar believes Lamb should be the one to pass judgment. Unfortunately, behind Ash's back, Valefar requests punishment for Amdusias. Twice, finding it easy to get a yes from their leader. Though Ash found out not too long after the first punishment.

The damage is done as the second punishment is handed out. But Valefar luck ran out as Keith witnessed some of what happened.

Amdusias is left in a conflicted state, his trust lost in the lamb. It's is only a matter of time before he snaps.

This all goes unnoticed by The Lamb. Too caught up in the stress of keeping their following alive while getting ready to take down the bishop Leshy.

But for their first follower. They gift Keith a flower necklace.

After that they left to take on Leshy.

Though, it didn't pan out well. They over thought the situation and hesitated. Costing them their first death. While The One Who Waits was kind and reassured them, they will not be taken down so easily.

Keith, however, found out the full truth from Ash, that their leader had a hand in helping Valefar's punishments. Additionally, when the leader came back defeated, Keith finally snapped. Lashing out to the Lamb, who was still recovering from their first death since they became a vessel.

But at least the leader came home with someone else. A rather fluffy pink cat, but luckily, the leader doesn't have to worry too much about introductions.

..... I had a little too much fun with this.

Also, Yes, Barbatos is cannonly a good boy. He wanted to be good boy. And I support.

[benilos]

Chaos itself is an element tied to the earth and all processes of life. Existence itself is completely unpredictable despite its many patterns, which is why it made so much sense to the Lamb as to why Leshy was such a pain in their fucking ass.

She didn't know yet. She was still tied in the medbay as any time her wounds healed and Amdusias made the mistake of letting his "mother" free, she'd rip the freshly healed wounds right back open. Leshy himself was sitting on the Indoctrination Circle, quiet. Docile, almost. The antlers that stuck from his head sometimes moved, more like antennae at times with how they'd shake at the slightest wind, sensing. Waiting. Seeing where he couldn't.

He knew she was there. She didn't know he was there. Narinder stood beside the Lamb, arms crossed. He spared a glance at his former vessel, trying to read the ever-blank, wide-eyed expression the Lamb always had, though the usual matching empty smile was gone.

In the Lamb's head, a storm was brewing. He didn't realize the same would occur as it did with Narinder. He'd thought it was some effect of being the god of death specifically, not a god in general. Even in this smaller form, Leshy was large. Tall, thick, like an ancient tree come to life. The robes he wore before now hung tattered and loose, exposing green wood-like flesh on his arms, and a brush of the fur-like hair stuck out from a cut across the front of his tunic.

"Tell me your name, and declare your loyalty to me." The Lamb's voice made Narinder uncomfortable when they were like this. It was hollow, hard, cold. They'd spoken to him with that same tone when he was kneeling on the hard stone, the cold seeping in from both the ground and the Lamb's eyes.

"Leshy. Indoctrinate me into your cult, and I will follow your teachings faithfully." Leshy's own voice was hoarse, his tiredness audible. It twinged something in Narinder's chest, but he remained silent.

The Lamb leaned down a bit, brushing his hand against Leshy's shoulder before turning his palm up, offering it to the former Bishop. Leshy stood, the red light from the circle washing over him and whisking away the tattered robes to replace it with the standard tunic and pants that were oft uniform for the Cultists. Leshy didn't speak another word, he only stood, his head slightly tilted down.

"You should go see her."

"No." Leshy's response was immediate. He knew Eris, he knew how she'd react. He couldn't let his girl see him like this. Small and beaten. Much like her. "I can't..."

"You should. Small and beaten. Red and wrong. Bishop and Hand. She has been tearing her hooves bloody trying to get back to you. She's in the medbay. That's a command." The Lamb turned on their heel, trotting off without another haunting word. Narinder lingered, staring at the forlorn expression on Leshy's face.

"I can feel you staring."

Narinder's fur stood on end for a moment, before he settled. "I'm..."

"I'm glad to see you too. Well...." He gestured vaguely at the bandages that covered where his eyes used to be. Narinder let out a small chuckle, but he couldn't bare standing there any longer. As he left, Leshy turned his head to the direction of the medbay.

The cemetery was situated in front of it mostly, making it a bit difficult to naviagte to the corner where the medbay was sequestered behind the Lamb's temple. He heard her voice, soft and quiet as she whispered with Amdusias, ever at her side. Such a faithful child, Leshy still wishes he hadn't been the first to go down.

He couldn't. He could only stand there, her voice trailing from the smallest opening in the door. Not yet.

Not yet.

[minzart]

The first followers: a strong headed bull, a grumpy bush and a thief felline with the heart, and fur, of gold.

[cult-of-a-buttercup]

III. Love

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BWWWAAAAHHHH THIS TOOK FOREVERRRR I hope all of you like it and again sorry for just. Vanishing for months NVJSNVJN

Motivation

I. Love

II. Love

Judgement

I. Leshy

Masterpost