#you just sacrificed a follower in cult of the lamb

[shhh-secret-time]

Put your greasy little thumb pads all over Kenny's face. Smear his face around as you GAME!!

[theonewhowails]

nari goes on field trips :]

[stychu-stych]

Hi, sorry if you have already answered this, I'm new to your blog. Why did Lamb decide to Narinder back? How long was he dead? What's the au called?

Hiii, welcome at my blog, I hope you'll like it here✨

Hmmmm unhealthy addiction I could say. Narinder became very close to Lamb after all those years. Lamb were scared of him at the beginning, thinking that Narinder is like the rest of the Bishops, but as the time passed they started to idealize him and be fully devoted to TOWW. They were sure that Narinder was unfairly hurted and they wanted justice

They were sure that after defeating the rest of the Bishops, Narinder will finally be free and Lamb will stand at his side as his disciple. But when that moment came Lamb leaned, that it'll be impossible. The crown wasn't just given to them so they can gain its power, the crown brought back them to life. They were literally an experiment that Narinder didn't know if it'll work, but because almost none of his followers left anymore he was desperate to try with someone who didn't even worship him (at the beginning at least). He didn't even try to save Lamb, not because he didn't care for them, but because he knew that sacrifice of his the most loyal follower would give him huge boost of power that he needed at that time. He couldn't just risk loosing such a great power source by trying to keep Lamb alive. He didn't even know if it was possible to save them, so the cold calculation won - Lamb sacrificing themselves was the best option

Lamb felt betrayed of course, there were furious, hurt and devastated. After the battle they wanted to kill Narinder so much, they already killed the rest of the Bishops, what's the difference between one more. But they couldn't do that, they still worship him in some fucked up way they couldn't understand. They hated him and wanted to be close to him at the same time. That's why they decided to bring Narinder to live when they figured out that option exist. And it didn't take too long for them to prepare the ritual, they just wanted enough time so some of the cult members could forget what happened

So basically Lamb couldn't let go of their relationship with his toxic boyfriend, the end JDBDJDHD And the au is just called "modern au" (because calling this toxic yaoi might be too much xD), you can find more stuff under that hashtag here on my blog, I always try to put those hashtags under anything related to this au

[the-artist-grimm]

I'm in love with this everything that you got going on here. Could we learn more about Nona and their relationship dynamics with Anthea as their first follower, with Narinder after the betrayal as their caretaker, and in general with the rest of the cult?

The Lamb, Anthea - While Anthea can be scared of Nona at times (cause the woman is very good at making you feel like a little kid when scolding), they respect and appreciate her greatly, and view her as an extremely strong person. Despite having met Nona at the worst time of the woman’s life-she’d just watched her children and grandchildren be slain and was about to be sacrificed herself, once freed from her ropes and introduced Nona immediately took to helping the lamb. She was an integral part to assisting Anthea in setting up the plans for the cult alongside Ratau, and took on multiple roles from first aid, to cooking, to layout planning and so on till they had more hands. While not a mother-figure per-say, she is akin to the a grandmother Anthea never had. 

Nona in turn respects Anthea as well, this little lamb who saved her arrived as this small, blood-soaked thing who despite it all still gave her a reassuring smile and held out a hand to help. Anthea’s idea to make the Cult more of a safe place for those who’d lost everything appealed to her, and while Nona isn’t always fond of how merciful Anthea can be, she does see the benefit of that hope-like she may be a bit of a bitter old lady now, but it’s nice seeing this little ewe not let the world turn them. The Lands of the Old Faith have always been cruel, so seeing someone who just...isn't is refreshing. She does, however, dislike how much Anthea neglects themself-she’s the only follower to see past Anthea’s smile early on, and while she doesn’t push because that only makes Anthea close off further, she does try to remind the lamb to take it easy.

Narinder - Narinder initialy did not like Nona. Like he knew of her from Anthea and via watching through the crown, but actually being under her care? He was tossed to her under the assumption from Anthea that he’d be violent, when in reality all he wanted was to lay down in a corner and go die from the guilt, remorse, shame, and grief. He blamed himself for everything and wished to be left alone, yet instead Nona forced him to wake up, eat/drink things, help around the house, forcibly taught him to cook and clean and garden and mend clothes and help her with knitting, until slowly he realized just what she was doing-he wanted to do nothing and just sink into his despair, yet by forcing him to do things, she was keeping him from spiraling/getting lost in his head. From there while not fully ok he did find himself growing to appreciate her, and after everything, finds her a grounding presence. He wouldn't admit it, but she kinda reminds him of what he thinks a his own mother could've been like, had he any recollection of her.

Nona had wanted to hate Narinder, but she’d already realized during the final battle that things weren’t so black and white with the situation-this god she’d assumed was fond of her lamb based on their stories, who was a good father to his kits, who’d been abandoned by his own kin, who in the brief moments she overheard him talking to the lamb via the crown was very obviously enraptured by the lamb via the way he spoke to them, for him to just ask Anthea to sacrifice themself was out of place. And once Aym died and she saw how grief-struck he’d looked, heard how he rasped out Anthea’s name, watched as he reached out a trembling hand to the Lamb's collapsed, wailing form not to hurt but to comfort, she realized there was more going on. And Narinder’s clear remorse and guilt after being put into her care was further proof of that.

Nona kept him from spiraling because she didn’t want him to just give up, since while Anthea was beyond her reach to help because of how distant they’d made themselves and how tightly they'd bound their smile to their face in their grief, Narinder was possible to work with so long as she played things right. She could help him, and through that, possibly help Anthea too. She also begrudgingly grew fond of him as more of his personality began to show, as while a little stubborn at times and awkward socially, he was soft-spoken and polite, and never complained even when he wasn't as keen on helping around the house. He made her motherly side kick-in full swing to where even after everything she does appreciate him stopping by her house to help out-not that she'd say that to his face though.

The Cult - The residential grumpy old grandmother to everyone. She can be scary sometimes, comforting in others, and a bit frustrating when she won’t let the younger members goof or slack off, but overall she’s this grounding presence a lot of them need. Most of the cultists are decently young (the youngest prior to the twins' arrival were only 18, most were between 18-27 with a few other elders ) and have lost their own parents and families, so she’s someone a lot of them turn to for more parental advice, with her sharper edges being more of a reassurance of her strength rather than a turn-away. She'll complain about you bothering her when showing up at her door at 3am shaken from a nightmare, yet drag you inside and force you to sit on the couch under a quilt while she makes tea regardless.

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #25

You held back the sobs that threatened to spill from your lips, clasping your hands over your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself.

Part of you wished you hadn't heard the plans the cultists had for you. Ignorance was bliss, after all, and had you known how this would end, you'd never come close to these people in the first place. All you wanted was to understand them, to write your article, and be done with it. You didn't know it would end in you getting sacrificed to the god they worshipped.

Human sacrifice, who'd even do that in this day and age?

You thought everything was going well. You spoke with the members, worked with them, and ate at their table. Even if you disagreed with their views, you saw them as the humans they were, perhaps a little desperate for recognition from a god that may or may not exist but human at their cores. They didn't scream "crazy fanatics" to you, but it seems you were delusional, thinking they were normal.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself. You shouldn't have been out here in the dark per their rules, but some friendly folks invited you for drinks at their cabins, and you didn't want to overstay your welcome. Even when they asked you to stay, you just wanted to return to your camper for a good night's sleep. Now, a part of you wishes you had listened.

But then again, what good would have not knowing done for you? You'd probably have gone along when they prettied you up for an initiation, thinking you'd get some good stuff for your article. You'd never known until these mad people had killed you, following them blindly like a lamb to slaughter.

"Someone there?" one of the cultists suddenly called out, and you jumped, quickly turning the other way to run. You just needed to get back to your camper, and you'd be out of here, gone, never to return. And you'd tell everyone about what you witnessed so it may never happen again!

With a yelp, you were tugged back, the inviting darkness torn to shreds by a flashlight. "Ah, you," one of the cultists said. You watched his face contort as he took in the obvious horror etched into yours. He looked almost... sad. Almost.

"That's not how... you shouldn't have—"

"Stop dallying, let's get them to the priest."

A second cultist approached, looking stern and unimpressed. He took your wrist from the first one, and when you began to brace your feet into the ground, the struggle ensued between you two. You screamed into the night when the first cultist wrapped his arms around you, too, covering your mouth with his hand as the two of them dragged you away to meet up with the priest.

You screamed and bit, but it was no use other than you agitating the two cultists further. Even when you thrashed and threw your body against them to knock them off balance, you didn't win against the two men, who almost seemed trained to handle these situations. Tears dripped down your face as the helplessness overwhelmed you. Was this how you were going to die? Would they kill you now?

After being dragged through grass and mud, the sound of steps on wooden planks as you enter the priest's cabin were deafening loud. Like the announcement of your death sentence. The struggle ceased as you lost the strength in the face of your killer, the surprise twisting into despair as the priest of this cult watched you being brought in.

"What is the meaning of this?" the priest asked as if he were innocent in all of this. He immediately stepped to your side and knelt down, your legs having long forgotten how to stand as you sat on the floor, weeping. Brushing the tears off your face, he made the other two stop handling you like a wild animal, your arms and body falling forward as you were released.

"Sir, they heard us talk about the ritual. We didn't mean to. We were preparing the site and thought everyone was asleep."

You couldn't look up even as anger flooded your mind. How dare they make it sound like it was your fault! As if you ruined something! But gripped with fear, you couldn't utter a word before the priest who held your life in his hands.

The priest sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You fools... Leave us!"

There was a moment of stunned silence before the two tried to argue, "But Sir..."

"Leave! You've done enough!"

Unsure footsteps made the ground shake as the two men left, and you almost felt like you could breathe again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Dear. Come," the priest muttered, helping you up. With confusion clouding your mind, you let yourself be directed down into a chair next to the fireplace, the warmth prickling against your skin, fear having drained you of most of your body heat.

You had never been alone with the priest before, he seemed to have always avoided you, perhaps not trusting your intentions to write an article about the cult. He even told you to leave regularly in the beginning. And you had an inkling why, considering he was planning to sacrifice you.

"I don't want to die," you sobbed, scared but also hoping your tears could deter him. The man kneeled on the ground before you, his large hands falling to your knees, his thumb brushing back and forth reassuringly.

"I know, Darling. I know, but we have to. I sent you away so many times, but you wouldn't listen. I can't help you, I can't—"

His sentence broke off as he let his head fall, defeated. You didn't believe him, couldn't. Someone who thought that it was a necessary evil to kill someone was no one you should trust.

"Please just let me go! No one has to know!"

"Oh, Darling. They'd go after you. They already sliced the wheels of your car, and you'd not escape them in the woods alone."

You gulped at the revelation that you were already so deep in this misery, never even having checked if your camper was still useable while you spent your days frolicking with the cultists. Cellphone service was almost non-existent, but still! You couldn't die here! You were scared, but you had to try and convince the priest to let you go!

"Please let me try, I beg you! I won't tell them you let me go, I promise!"

"I—" the priest started, words caught in his throat as he stared. You guessed he was torn between two sides, but against your expectations, he didn't seem as bad of a person as you had feared. Then again, that's what you had thought about all the cultists.

"There... There's another way," he finally muttered, lowering his gaze to his hands on top of your knees. You thought you saw a hint of excitement and shame in his eyes, his lips quivering as he formed the words.

"I have yet to take a spouse. They wouldn't dare lay a hand on who I've chosen, and I... I'd like it if it were you."

The brushing of his thumb over your legs resumed a bit more forceful now. You felt sick hearing these deceiving words of safety, the undertone of greed and lust thicker than any sermon in church. You've learned from the others just how long this priest had served them faithfully, the most devoted and fanatic of them all.

And yet, when he looked at you, you saw the awe in his eyes, the sickening adoration of a devotee. It was almost as if he worshipped you more than his god, as if doing this wasn't a betrayal to the one he swore his loyalty to.

You'd never been so close, never thought twice about this priest, who had probably never been around anyone but the cultist all his life. You were likely something special, someone extraordinary in his eyes; at least, that's what his adoring gaze told you. But what if he started to make demands in exchange? Could you withstand them? Still, it might be your only chance! If you convinced him to keep you safe, you could play him and wander around the encampment to find something to help you—even escape in the daylight.

You'd make it through the dangerous night alive.

You could still run. Punch this guy in the face and never look back as you bolted, but if the preparations had been made, cultists out and about working on this sacrifice, could you really get away far enough before they noticed? Maybe it was worth playing it safe... You had no idea what would happen if you agreed to join hands with the priest. Still, perhaps it was worth it, considering you might die out in the forest, lost and in pain after hurting yourself if you simply ran.

No matter how easy the priest tried to make the decision seem, begging you with lovesick eyes to agree to his terms, you had trouble figuring it out. It had to be made, and quickly! Before anyone would come to find you and proceed with the original plan to sacrifice you!

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Saw that you were doing cotl stuff so can we have a lamb x reader sorta thing were reader was one of the first followers the cult had making lamb have a soft spot for them 👀 it can be how a follower was starting a fight with the reader and lambert immediately stopping it despite just coming back frim a crusade and sent the follower to the stocks? No pressure at all i just thought it'd be a fun scenario :3

Lamb with a soft spot for follower!reader

writing this and posting it immeadiately to kind of show off im writing for COTL as well now- any COTL requests sent after like- idk 24-48 hours will be put in the queue like any other request notes: reader is lambs first follower, admin is still trying to figure out how he wants to write lambs personality, approaching this with how he personally perceives the lamb CWs: none

its so obvious to everyone else in the cult that he has a soft spot for you, regardless of if he tries to hide it or not

always without fail agrees to any request you have for him; going out to get something from darkwood to even sacrificing someone

you can get away with most anything, as well, whether it be because he lets it slide or because most of your fellow cult members are too intimidated to snitch on you

instantly breaks up any fights you get in with followers, sends them to prison until he feels theyve been through enough

youre probably his first disciple, or at least one of the first and boy are you dedicated

its not just lamb tending to you and spoiling you, you return the same energy and not just because hes your leader

brings you things he finds while on crusades he thinks youll like- gifts, food, and so on!

you have matching robes, making you stick out from the rest of the followers

imagine having a tent next to his, assuming you dont just outright share with him- always checks in with you before heading to bed if hes not out on a crusade

i dont think he would ban you from going out and risk getting hurt, if you can fight for yourself then he trusts you to go out and come back

leaves you in charge when hes out for longer than usual so the cult doesnt fall into shambles in his absence

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I love your writing, especially the cult of the lamb stuff lately (I’m absolutely obsessed with the game) and was wondering if you could do something for Lamb with a follower! Reader that’s cynical but devoted to the cult because the lamb saved them, and how their relationship with the reader would evolve into something romantic?

Awh thank you!! This game is still an ever-present obsession ghshghs

.........

"Another gift? What's the meaning of this, Leader? Is there a reason for-?"

"Calm yourself, [y/n]. I only wanted to show my most devoted follower some appreciation."

"........."

"You can open it." Awkwardly shuffling their hooves, Lamb stood there as they watched you slowly unwrap the gift they had given you.

You wouldn't say it was "generous", considering how such an exchange is usually preceded by a favor ranging from assistance with a ritual to being forcibly converted into a demon.

It's not how most of your fellow followers would think, as they'd praise their leader for giving them presents and swear undying loyalty to them.

You're a little bit different.

After seeing that Lamb's gift was a golden plushie made in their likeness, you just frowned slightly. "It's...cute." Then you stuffed it into the pocket of your robe. "But don't think you can just woo me over with trinkets like these. If you're trying to turn me soft like the rest of your-"

"There is no ulterior motive behind my nice gesture, I can assure you. And this cult isn't making anyone "soft"." They scowled back, nearly baring their sharp teeth, but managing to hold back.

"...sure. Now may I be dismissed?"

"Yes. You may go back to whatever you're doing."

Huffing, you left for your sheltered home, leaving Lamb to reflect on why your attitude was so....foul today. But then again, they remembered a very important trait of yours that a few followers shared with you:

Cynicism.

Right from the start, your faith in this cult was low. And your loyalties weren't so easily boosted by gifts, confessions, decorations, and sermons...and yet despite your pessimistic ways of thinking, you've yet to actually dissent.

Dissenters usually began with the most cynical of followers, but you never acted like you hated Lamb themselves nor the way they run things here.

In fact, it's true you're the most devoted. You've gone to every sermon, assisted with rituals when needed, and even guided the young on the ways of this cult and aided the elderly.

You were everything Lamb wanted...

The only issue was your attitude towards their kindness.

But after a little bit of mindreading, they were aware that you've been in a different cult long before this one.

Your former leader had also done nice things for you, providing the basic necessities you've craved....all to make you gullible and willing to follow their every word.

Then they betrayed you to the Bishops of the Old Faith without a warning. You've done no wrong and never spoke out against anything they've done.

You never mattered to them. You were just a means to an end. A tool to help strengthen their cult and appease those "gods".

So even after Lamb saved you from the sacrificial altar, that bitterness and fear lingered. You were hesitant to let your guard down....especially when you became showered in gifts as thanks for your devotion.

In the back of your mind, you anticipated when they'd betray you when you least expected it--or perhaps they'd listen to the ludicrous idea of sacrificing or jailing you as some sick "prank" by another follower just to entertain them.

Surely, you were all just tools and entertainment to this sheep, right?

Yet there was a big part of you that didn't want to believe that..

You wanted to believe they were genuine in their gestures.

..........

"The Lamb has abandoned you all!! They are no hero!! They will fall to Bishop Shamura!!!"

"...really? It's too early for this crap.."

After going to bed feeling somewhat content, you woke up feeling groggy and annoyed as you heard some dissenter shouting nonsense outside. You drew back your shelter's curtain to see Hauras stationing himself near the shrine, holding a megaphone made of twigs.

Normally, the elders would be doing their morning prayers at the center, but with the scorpion being an absolute nuisance and a danger...they had no choice but to pray elsewhere.

It's no surprise that he was gonna be sour over his defeat and subsequent indoctrination for a long time, as he was the last of Shamura's keepers.

Speaking of whom, Lamb was still on their long crusade to finally kill the last standing bishop for good.

Even so, that pest thought demoralizing the cult's faith in them would be effective. But you weren't going to listen to this all damn morning.

And besides, your leader has tasked you with collecting lumbar as some new trees have recently sprouted. You've chopped them all down.....except for the one Hauras was standing right beside.

Lucky you.

Rolling your eyes, you just went ahead to make yourself breakfast, eating as you watched the other followers closely. A few of the overzealous ones shrugged off his words and continued on with their day, although some of the newer members looked confused and even anxious, thinking he was right about Lamb.

At that point, he began drawing a small crowd, but as you finally approached with an axe, they dispersed.

Hauras sneered, eyes literally seething red. "What do you want?"

"I wish you would take your little tirade elsewhere so our elders to pray here. Plus I need to chop down the-."

"You're [y/n], aren't you? The one who always second-guesses Lamb's "kindness"?" He chittered with a small smirk. "I've seen how you've acted around them...you hate them, don't you?"

"I don't hate them." You scowled. "They saved-"

"Sure, they saved you...but only because you're a means to an end." He taunted. "You don't have to lie around me. You think they're selfish..greedy..and no different from the Bishops of the Old Faith. They seek to replace them, but they won't replace Lord Shamura. I may have failed, but I know they-"

Fed up, you swiped the megaphone from his pinchers, throwing it towards a nearby boulder and smashing it to pieces.

He gasped. "How DARE YOU-?!!" After trying to whip his tail at you in retaliation, you dodged and managed to trip him, causing him to hit the ground hard as he laid on his back, groaning.

Then you stomped on his tail, hearing his pained yell that attracted the attention of other nearby followers. You, however, paid no mind to them. "You talk too much."

"R-Release me!!"

"I can....but first tell me one thing, Hauras."

"...what?"

"How badly do you need this stinger?"

His eyes widened with terror as he saw the blade of your axe glistening in the morning sunlight, hovering dangerously close to where his stinger connected to the tip of his tail.

"N-No.." He shuddered. "You wouldn't dare.."

"Then maybe I ought to tell Lamb you're singing praises about Shamura...and we'll see if it's more than just your stinger that you lose." You had a menacing glint in your eyes.

"Please..they would never-!!"

"[Y/n]. Hauras."

You both froze and looked to see Lamb suddenly standing there, their expression full of bewilderment at what was happening before them.

The moment you took your foot off of Hauras' tail, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to them. "Great Leader! They threatened to rip out my stinger!" He kneeled down, feigning tears. "You must punish them! They are-!"

"I've heard everything, Hauras." They cut him off, giving him a stern glare. "You're dissenting again, threatening our elders, and I'm honestly getting quite sick of it. But don't worry about defending Shamura anymore...for I've claimed their heart."

From the pockets of their cloak, they revealed the purplish thorn-wrapped organ, surprising both of you.

The scorpion, however, got up and scurried away to vomit somewhere, utterly repulsed by the sight and smell of blood.

It's clear to say he wasn't going to dissent anymore.

You scoffed. "That was one of Shamura's finest warriors, capable of melting his enemies from the inside out....and he gets disgusted by that?"

"It surprised me, too." Lamb glanced at you, smiling a little as they put the heart away. "I appreciate you defending me in my absence-"

"He was trying to put words in my mouth, and I didn't like that." You quickly spoke, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Like all scorpions, he was being a little pest...and this cult has no time for that."

"...that is true. The One Who Waits wishes to speak with me after I've broken all the chains, but for now..allow me to help you cut down this tree." The Red Crown flew off their head, turning into a gleaming axe in their hands. "It's pretty sturdy-looking. Should give us enough lumbar to improve the shelters."

"....alright. Thanks for the assist, Leader." Was all you said before heading over to the tree, while they hung back for a moment to process what you said to them.

A simple thank you.

That was all they've been wanting to hear from you for a long time, and you said it! To them!

It made their smile grow tenfold, before they quickened their pace in following you, ignoring the calls of their other followers. They could feel their own tail wagging with delight.

Were you finally warming up to them?

............

"Come dance with me, [y/n]!"

"...I don't dance."

"In this cult, we do. Now c'monnn.." Lamb tugged on your hands, pouting much like a needy child as you rolled your eyes.

Who would have thought someone with such a sweet face would change the lands of the Old Faith forever?

At last, they usurped the One Who Wait--or Narinder, as he was called--proving themselves worthy of the crown that many, yourself included, believed they didn't deserve.

Although you were still shaken up after being kidnapped and almost sacrificed to him (alongside the entire cult)...you saw that terrified look upon your leader's face, and realized there's no way they could have known..

Narinder had tricked all of you, and Lamb fought back not just for their own life, but for everyone's as well.

Especially yours.

That's what ultimately restored your faith in them.

Once everything was said and done, a huge celebration commenced--and lasted for three whole days.

Tonight, for the grand finale, Lamb wished to have a dance around the bonfire. You and your followers worked hard to gather as much wood as possible, before they ignited it at sundown.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the red flames flickering and the smoke rising high into the night sky, lighting up the cult grounds and golden decor. And seeing the followers cheer, dance, sing, and play music was a lovely thing to witness.

You, however, felt content with just observing the scene..

Or at least, until a certain sheep approached and offered you a dance.

So maybe they did find a way into your heart after all, but you insisted on entertaining them with only one short dance. Just so they stopped pestering you.

Yet it lasted longer than you thought.

Together you two shuffled, twirled, and swayed..all while some other followers took inspiration and danced with their significant others and crushes.

Yet all you could focus on was Lamb and their surprisingly elegant motions.

Nothing else.

Eventually, you both settled into a slow and gentle sway, embracing each other with them burying their face into your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The blush on your cheeks was nearly as red as your robe at this point.

But you took in this peaceful and intimate moment, your hand gingerly stroking the back of their wooly head. The Red Crown was absent, instead being on the ground beside your feet, looking up at you.

For a brief second, you gazed at it, your blush worsening as it gave you a single wink. 'Huh..they're comfortable enough to leave it off in my presence..? They trust me this much?'

"Is it wise to leave your precious crown where any fool can just steal it, Lamb?"

"Why? You fancy stealing it yourself, hm?" They looked up at you with a teasing smile. "You're the most precious thing to me..the crown is just a tool at the end of the day."

"Like all the followers you work to th...."

You stopped.

It suddenly just occurred to you that they called you "precious". But why?

Were they infatuated with you?

Were you infatuated with them?

Lamb tilted their head. "What's wrong, [y/n]?"

You only gazed back at them, at first completely tongue-tied as you saw the curious glint in their eyes, alongside the red fire that reflected off of them.

It made your heart beat fast. Heat rose to your cheeks again...and it wasn't because of the flames.

That's all it took for the final wall to crumble.

You sighed quietly, relaxing your shoulders as you offered them a tiny smile. "Nothing, my dear leader. For the first time since you've saved me, I feel...at peace being here with you. This place, and you, make me feel....safe."

Lamb nearly teared up at your words. "I'm glad. Would you like to be-?"

"Yes."

Their ears perked up with surprise. Now it was their turn to blush as scarlet covered their gray cheeks. "You...knew what I was going to say?"

"You're not the only mind-reader around here, Lamb." You chuckled at their cuteness. "If it's alright, I'd rather...take it slow. No rush to do a marriage ritual."

That took a big weight off their shoulders.

You understood what they wanted the most. You've always understood them better than anyone. Even Narinder himself.

They were so elated they couldn't help but pull you into a kiss, not minding all the followers gasping and cooing at the intimate display.

None of them mattered, though.

Only you two.

[acoraxia]

I may have just found your art (is so freaking pretttttyyyyy) and your cotl AU but I now desperately need to know everything about the AU because it looks so. cool.

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME INDULGE IN TALKING ABOUT MY LITTLE AU AHEM AHEM

I’m going to ramble now if that’s ok-

WARNING:: long and messy ramblings about AU ideas, headcanons and body horror/gore mentions up ahead

My Lamb’s story is actually pretty simple: they were born as Aluhé (ahl-weh) to a family filled with traveling performers. They traveled throughout the land of the Old Faith, worshipping the gods (especially Shamura) and performed to earn money to maintain themselves. Life was good up until rumors of the prophecy foretold by the Bishops spread towards the little hers; when Aluhé came of age they learned of said prophecy and that that was the reason why their family “settled down” in a (supposedly) hidden village.

Eventually, heretics arrive and they kill the herd safe for Aluhé and they escape, meet a flock of goats and Jahel (goat co-op character) and then run away due to guilt only to be captured by heretics and be introduced to the bishops.

After meeting Narinder and obtaining the crown, Aluhé refused to do anything in his name — refused to start a cult or touch the crown or anything… for months

they met Koi when they were planning to simply kill the Bishops bare handed and instead save her from being sacrificed (haha me too!). They don’t run the cult per say — mostly due to the fact they don’t want to get attached to anyone but they feel a strong sense of… protectiveness when it comes to the flock, going as far as appointing disciples to ensure the cult is safe and beating the life out of heretics that get a little too close for comfort to the cult grounds.

THE CROWN TAKES SUCH A MASSIVE TOLL ON ALUHÉ HOWEVER — apart from the fact that Aluhé is “easily corrupted” being fueled by a blind sense of justice towards the culling of their species over a family’s spat and a selfish fucker’s decisions, the crown latches on to their body and often does so when Aluhé has their guard down. This allows for certain changes to occur — the lack of hunger, exhaustion and ability to “morph” their body being a few of them.

It doesn’t help that Aluhé refuses to use the crown to fight unless absolutely necessary (because they hate dying because it means hearing Narinder talk and because they’ll end up angry all over again—) and often wears the crown around their neck.

This causes certain personality changes as well: Aluhé is typically quiet and docile when engaging with the flock if only a bit intimidating. They don’t talk to the followers unless necessary and only exchange actual conversation with their disciples. Since no follower is allowed to go on crusades with Aluhé they’re omitted from the fact their benevolent leader is in fact very, very, very, violent

They’d often consume heretics during their final moments or force feed their remains to the few that tried to get away (and failed) so they’d choke and die — a brutality that spread towards the bishops and their own disciples (Narinder still remembers how vile it was to see a meek little lamb get up and tear Barbatos to shreds, only to then use one of the worms’ teeth to sink it into Leshy’s flesh. Charming, really). This only strengthens when they kill Narinder and are eventually crowned the new god of death… among other things… and their body eventually adapts to the changes but it takes a toll on their mental health (

Their behavior, however, can be traced back to Shamura…

Since the two had a very interesting conversation before Aluhé was sent to be sacrificed:

Smh Aluhé you should be grateful to be blessed with the presence of the War Bishop tssk tsk

When the Bishops are killed and, eventually, brought back to life per the Mystic Seller’s request, Aluhé refuses to heal them or allow for their bodies to heal until they repent or make a pact with them to ensure obedience as they join their flock. Goes about as well as you can imagine

A big little change I made was that I made the Bishops Embodiments of their titles rather than just gods worshipped for it.

So Narinder is the Embodiment of Death, Leshy is the Embodiment of Chaos, etc. despite having somewhat mortal bodies they are still connected to their godhood and this will not change due to the fact that the world still needs gods in order to maintain balance — it also means that Aluhé is not just the god of death but the god of other things; it also means they have.. a union with Narinder, so to speak

The Gods have vessels for the sole purpose of their finding their replacements (because the gods will exist, even if they are not the same person they once were years ago) or to gain more worship and strengthen their power. When the Old Faith started getting greedy (coughs, Narinder) it was harder to find willing vessels or the right type of vessels to take on the task of bringing the Siblings more worship. It took years to find the proper candidates for Leshy or Kallamar (because the fucker was so PICKY /j) and it also caused a bit of horror to the siblings to see Aluhé reject the Red Crown as though it were simple

Aside from the Siblings being somewhat “dormant” and Narinder not being within the cult and Shamura traveling with Jahel… there’s a lot of silly little lore I managed to put into the four of them because I thought it’d be fun to explore the capability of Vessels and Gods and “War/Death Incarnate” as a whole — there’s a lot of story lore I don’t want to spoil but you can have these as a treat:

And thats it for now

[yanderes-galore]

Lamb vs TOWW (COTL) (Both Platonic)

4/8. Thats halfway.

Hm... I'll see what I can do, yeah. Sharing may have worked better but we'll see.

Yandere! Platonic! The Lamb vs TOWW

(Bishop! Darling)

Pairing: Platonic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Cults, Violence, Blood, Jealousy implied, Forced companionship.

I feel in this situation, you'd have to be one of two things.

You'd have to either be a Bishop or a Follower.

Yet Bishop would make the most sense.

As then you'd be a sibling of Narinder and The Lamb, as your sibling's pawn, would naturally take a liking to you.

But there's also the option of being a Follower.

Maybe even one who was a Bishop.

Either way, this rivalry seems a little strange as the power is imbalanced.

For this concept I'll make you a Bishop.

It would probably also be an alternate version of a concept I've already done. (Which I'll link here)

I imagine you wouldn't like either of them.

Narinder was your brother.

While he loved you, he began to resent you for siding with your other siblings.

Narinder was close to you when you were both Bishops, before he was sealed away.

He adores you, his beloved sibling.

You could have been older or younger, either way you two often visited each other's domains.

Narinder visited you the most, however.

He was always the most protective of you.

Although you both felt betrayed later on.

Due to Narinder defying natural order, you felt betrayed he was stealing your Followers from you and expected support.

Meanwhile, Narinder felt betrayed that you sided with Shamura instead of him.

As a result, you were brutally injured just like your other siblings, leading to Narinder being locked away and you guarding a chain.

You despise him, The One Who Waits....

That was the title Narinder went by once locked away.

There's times you catch yourself missing your protective brother, he and his deep purr brought you comfort.

Yet whenever you caught yourself thinking like that, you'd just touch your bloody wound to remind yourself of what he's done.

You'd never heal from his scars.

He didn't hurt you as severely as your siblings, yet it was enough to remind you of your fight.

Narinder, even now, probably still loves you.

He's always been obsessively attentive to you and your flock.

He regrets hurting you, but you had to learn you made the wrong choice siding with Shamura.

He should've mattered more to you.

Now, many years later, you're reminded of Narinder through the Red Crown.

Lambs were meant to be sacrificed to prevent the return of your brother.

You were there when the last one was executed, their large eyes looking at you with such despair.

You never enjoyed watching them die.

It was pointless to attempt to stop it.

Yet you wished you did when that Red Crown was at your doorstep.

This could end one of two ways.

You're slain, or Narinder orders you to not be killed.

If you simply surrendered your crown to this Lamb, you could live.

Although, there's a good chance you're slain like the rest.

The Lamb does not view you in any special way until you're reformed.

If you are slain, Narinder laments the loss quite a bit.

Narinder admits you were too proud or scared of your siblings for your own good.

Said emotions are what made you falter years ago, and it appears you still never learned your lesson.

So maybe it was for the best... one more punishment towards your disobedience....

If you were spared by The Lamb, Narinder is amused yet grateful.

The exiled Bishop muses that The Lamb must be fond of his sweet sibling if they spared you.

It's good you surrendered your crown and unlocked your chain...

Narinder for now allows The Lamb to care for you.

Soon Narinder will have no need of The Lamb anyways once he's free... then he can look after you like before....

If you surrender, it gives The Lamb time to cultivate a friendship with you.

Upon learning your story and attempting to heal your wound, The Lamb begins to wonder if they should really be following TOWW.

If this was after you were slain, they'd have to befriend you slowly after pulling you out of Purgatory.

Eventually, Narinder and The Lamb will fight, stripping the former Bishop of his powers.

The Lamb becomes a God and now looks over you both.

You and Narinder barely talk, and depending on how you're converted, you may struggle to speak with The Lamb too.

You have good reasons to hate them both and their former partnership.

Yet both of them appear to selfishly care for you.

Narinder wants to make amends, to show he still loves you, his dearest sibling.

Meanwhile The Lamb tends to separate you, wanting to protect you from Narinder.

A platonic rivalry would definitely have the dynamic of Narinder wanting to be closer but The Lamb protecting you.

You and your siblings certainly struggle to trust Narinder again.

You not trusting him hurts Narinder.

He's powerless now, he won't hurt you again!

Please just come back to him.

The Lamb, however, keeps dragging your attention back to them.

They distract you from the issues between you and your brother.

They want you fully dedicated to them.

Essentially, The Lamb steals the sibling and friend role from Narinder.

Which leaves the cat baffled.

It would mostly be manipulation from both sides.

Narinder keeps reminding you of times you two got along years ago.

He pulls you close, purrs against you, admits he regrets what he did and misses you...

The Lamb, in response, starts encouraging you to stay beside them.

They make you a disciple, they give you gifts, they remind you that they helped you when Narinder hurt you.

They pull you close into their wool, bleating gently to soothe you.

They give you everything, as if trying to heal your wounds and heart.

Truth is, you just wish to relax.

You're tired of them both acting like snakes, hissing in your ear temptations.

Out of care or not, you don't like either of them.

Narinder can't get rid of The Lamb, but The Lamb could get rid of him.

The only reason The Lamb doesn't is because you still care for Narinder somewhat.

Yet the longer this rivalry goes on...

The Lamb may just lock Narinder in a prison or get rid of him entirely to keep you to themselves...

After all, who will you trust more?

The sibling who harmed you...

Or The Lamb who wishes to protect you from such pain happening ever again in this new life they gave you.

[gorjee-art]

CULT OF THE LAMB - THE MAKING OF IDOLS

Instead of faith it runs on admiration. Goal of the game is to make the gods “beautiful”. With the help of Lunule muse of vanity and Sonule muse of soul, you’ve been gifted the powers of creation. Crawl through each realm manipulating dungeons to your personal liking, no uncultured swine is safe from your magic touch. Trap god’s likenesses in Statue Gardens, Paintings, Poetry, and Song (may be freed later on). Over the progression of this tale you will meet several side characters, however Midas will be a bit of importance as he takes interest in your quest, aiding your journey in making everything beautiful.

Finding your Corpse (Story Point) -

There it stands. The Masterpiece of a lonesome, pitiful, artist. Name unknown, it stands here forgotten, devoted to it’s craft, the love for it’s muses. Your final breath was taken here. You’ve broken and ruined every bone in your body for your art and for what? You weren’t unloved, everyone warned you to stop.

Now here you rest, Left buried in the sands of time.

Was it worth it?

Rituals

Ritual of Performance - Feel like royalty as you choose which follower gets to entertain you. The performance is judged by the crowd over how well they did. It’s up to you to spare or execute them. (Even if spared they may not survive the humiliation.)

The Knowledge of the Muses - Give followers your inner ichor for them to devour and taste, locks admiration for 3 days and increases inspiration. Weakly followers have a chance to become deformed, body unable to handle the love of their leader.

Midas’ Touch - Sacrifice one of your followers to make a decorative statue. Increases admiration every time a follower passes by it, and gives warning to every dissenter. (Gifted Ritual by Midas)

Forever Yours - Your followers may asked to be sacrificed under your name. Thus the forever immortal ritual, they’ll allow you to do whatever change you desire to them, immortalized as a work of art no longer among the living. This ritual gives helpful trinkets for your crusades (they last every three crusades before disintegrating, special followers can give hardy trinkets that last longer)

- Follower Heart : Gives more starting hearts

- Follower Spine : Melee Damage

- Follower Eye : Forcefield Damage/Copies Curses

- Follower Teeth : Long Range Damage

- Follower Lungs : Increases your Speed

- Follower Head : Dissenters/Enemies will be paralyzed with fear

Muse’s Mercy - Strike your followers with maddening amounts of inspiration , they must create! Serve! Worship! With no end in sight. This ritual will increase cult productivity with no sleep, eating, or needed care for three days. (downsides is that 80% will be exhausted as soon as the ritual is over)

Follower Traits -

Critic - Like you they are very hard to please and level up, may be bribed to increase admiration.

Zealous - Fanatics, have unending fountains of admiration they want to be just like you! May be dangerously obsessive however. Be sure to stop them before they get a chance to become you and live under your skin. Oh how they love you so…

Gluttonous - Crayon Eaters…odd bunch. They like to eat art. So pretty they deem it to be tasty…

Tortured - High levels of admiration. The pursuit of perfection can lead your followers to madness… They’ll laugh, scream, and cry. If not careful, they might be driven to die or murder another follower.

[thedamnedlamb]

Even in a more canon take of the story, I like to think that the Lamb saw Narinder and wanted to help him. An imprisoned god, left to rot. A second chance at life sure is nice, but the Lamb saw the god granting it and immediately wanted to help him. Sending food through the offering chest. Sacrificing followers to help give him energy and power. How long has it been since he has properly eaten? They wish they could make bandages big enough for his arms. Wish they had enough cloth to mend his clothes. Spending time with him when his pride allows it. The cult will be fine, let’s just enjoy each other’s company! Let’s talk. Teaching him games for him and his kits Aym and Baal to pass the time with. Do you enjoy knuckle bones? Card games? Tik tak toe? Bringing sketch books and drawing supplies for Aym and Baal. Do you enjoy reading? They’ll be happy to read books for you. Fictional or nonfictional? They can bring learning supplies for Aym and Baal! What are your thoughts on a chosen and willing disciple spending their afterlife teaching the kit’s different subjects like reading and math? Do they enjoy gifts like stuffed animals? They wish they could make gifts big enough for him. The moment he is free he is getting his arms wrapped in bandages and his clothes mended.

The lamb is fully aware of the sacrificing themselves situation. They have a plan! They hope their god doesn’t mind them borrowing their crown a little while longer to make the plan work. They hope he doesn’t mind the slight pain he might feel when tearing off the chains to free him. They hope the three cooperate, STAY STILL

[sw124]

Cult of the Lamb: The Ewe AU

Sweet Dreams

“I’m tellin’ ya she’s weird!”

Escher’s gaze was not on the two members but his ears were, he wasn’t the type to eavesdrop but given these two were being a bit loud he couldn’t help but listen in. “You talkin about the new girl right? The one hanging around the Ewe?”

“Who else?! She follows the Ewe all day, I’m surprised the leader hasn’t sacrificed her. The way she hangs off her like that is kinda suspicious.”

Yeah that had to be Casper, the old unicorn was always suspicious of new members. Though Escher had to admit he was right about one thing, the new girl’s constant need to be near the Ewe was a bit..off-putting. But then again it wasn’t just the Ewe she hung around, Escher saw her around Shamura and Leshy too; not to mention he also spent some time with the newcomer. She was..honestly a nice person to be around, but he also knew that looks could be deceiving.

“I bet ya she’s hangin round Ewe cause she thinks it’ll get her in good with the leader, fat chance! The Ewe’s too nice to turn the freak down but I’m sure high priest Narinder will put the bug in’er place!”

Ok Escher heard enough, picking up his basket of radishes he walked towards the storehouse. Casper always ran his mouth, the Lamb was a very merciful person and would always sense if someone had ill intentions for others. That was one of the things that made him godly in the first place, besides everyone had their odd quirks. Leshy liked to cause mischief sometimes, Kallamar was always the center of attention with the ladies in the cult, Shamura tended to ramble and Heket always glared. So who was Casper to judge-

“Good afternoon Escher~” Well speak of the devil, there she was. “Hey Mamu, you as well.”

Mamu, the newcomer had only arrived seven days ago yet already seemed to make herself perfectly at home in the cult. It was normal that the Ewe kept a distance from new people when they arrive but…when Ewe met Mamu for the first time, the natural shyness seemed to vanish. It was only the second day before the newcomer was sitting by the Ewe in the fields chatting with her casually.

“Need any help?” Asked Mamu, motioning to the basket.

Escher chuckled. “Nah I’m fine, hope ya don’t mind me asking but whatcha doing over here. I thought you’d be hanging out with the Ewe.”

“She’s with Narinder at this time, I rather not disturb them. Besides, I was hoping to bump into ‘you’ today.”

“Me?” Escher blinked, Mamu nodded. “Yes you see, it’s about your friend Leshy…he’s been having trouble sleeping as of late hasn’t he?”

Escher’s ear twitched, well yes it was true in a way…Leshy was sleeping but he wasn’t getting enough of it. Leshy was suffering from a steady stream of night terrors, however Leshy didn’t want anyone to know about it…especially his siblings. He flinched feeling a hand on his shoulder, turning he found Mamu giving him a knowing smile. “Easy my friend, I’m aware this isn’t something to be discussed openly. I have a remedy to help quell this ailment of his if you wish to know it, I assure you this does not go against the teachings of the Lamb.”

Um…well that was nice, though Escher felt a hint of worry at the last part. But before he could answer Mamu had her arm wrapped around his an proceeded to pull him towards the communal kitchen.

“W-Whoa wait! Why are we going to the kitchen?!”

“The treatment requires a few ingredients, I assure you it’s quite easy to make!”

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[Later that night]

Things were getting worse, Leshy knew this as he scrubbed his fur. The gentle stream of lukewarm water pouring over his shoulders, washing away the dirt of the day and the soap. He was..developing a fear of his own bed, of sleep…casue he knew that the moment he entered the land of dreams…the horde of lambs would be there. Waiting for him, glowing eyes, streams of blood, their cries threatening to make him deaf, their hands grasping at him, pulling him down into-

“Leshy, You in there?”

He flinched but relaxed, it was just Escher. “Yeah, I’ll be done in a sec.”

“Yer fine, I washed up by the river. I got a surprise for you, just meet me in the bedroom ok?” There was a pregnant pause before Leshy responded.

“O…Okay?”

Bedroom and surprise…those were two words that never came out of Escher’s mouth in the same sentence since they started living together. Curiosity was getting the better of him (or something else he wasn’t sure) but he was quick to finish washing up. The images that ran through his head didn’t really help either…a particular memory came to him involving the Lambs wedding and a so called ‘tradition’ involving a gaurder belt. He still thought the Lamb was messing with him…

To his relief (or disappointment) he found Escher sitting on the edge of the bed in his usual pajamas…holding two mugs of something.

“Whats that?”

“Something Mamu taught me to make, she calls it ‘milk tea’ with honey. She told me it helps you relax, here.” Escher handed one of the mugs over to Leshy who stared at it..well sort of.

His clawed fingers gently felt around the mug, he felt the warmth radiate from the sides. Helped him gage the temperature of the drink itself, the smell …oh it was divine. He could smell the milk, there was also lavender in it…and the honey. He recognized that scent almost immediately.

Leshy gave a playful smirk. “Mamu let you have someone of her honey stash didn’t she?”

Escher chuckled. “She gave me some honey candy yeah, showed me how to melt them down for the drinks.” Leshy could feel the smile on his boyfriend’s face, well if he waited too long the drink would get cold.

He blew over the top of it to cool it down just a touch before taking a tentative sip, it all it took before he was chugging the drink down. It tasted divine! Warm, smooth with just a hint of sweetness thanks to that honey. After the first few gulps he started feeling…odd, his body grew almost…heavy in a way. The best thing he could compare it to was during a small flood last month and filling bags of sand, moving them when they were wet was so hard but…he felt just like those very bags.

Credit where credit was due, this stuff was working like a charm. Escher joined his companion and could feel the same affects, he drank his a bit slowly. He wanted to savor the taste of it, but even he couldn’t hold back after a while and gulped down the rest of it. Looking over at Leshy, he was flopped back on the bed. Robe…partly opened by his chest…Escher blushed. Leshy hadn’t put on his pants yet!

Well that was fixed after a minute when Leshy reached for them, took him a minute to slip them on but he managed. “So…Mamu taught ya this huh?”

“Yeah..funny thing is when she was making this…I actually got to learn she’s married!”

Leshy turned to him. “Wait….shes married?”

“Yeah, shes got two husbands apparently. Calls them…Gruff and Ruff, says they’re her pet names for them.”

“Huh…that…makes sense.”

Escher blinked. “Whats that?”

“Fer a while I wondered why she was so close to the Ewe, hearing how she’s married to two guys..makes sense now.” He wasn’t wrong, if only Escher knew this earlier he’d rub it in ol’Casper’s face.

No, had to focus! Escher recalled what Mamu told him next, he gently reached over and rubbed his hand along Leshy’s head.

“We better get some sleep, c’mon.”

If it weren’t for the drink Leshy would’ve been groaning, however the dread was still there. He crawled to his side of the bed while Escher took his..he heard him blow out the candle. The moment Leshy’s head touched his pillow…he felt Escher’s arms wrap around him in a soft embrace. Before he could ask what he was doing….he felt his boyfriend’s lips by his ear…

Whispering.

“Once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather. I keep them in a music box from wind and rainy weather~”

Escher….was singing? Leshy never heard him sing before, he wanted to ask why but….huh…he….he has such a pretty voice. It’s soft, just like the pillow..and the blankets…

“An everyday the sun would shine they fly off through the town, to bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound. Sing Terry-O Day, sing autumn to may~”

Despite the heavy feeling in his entire body Leshy managed to turn towards his beloved, his arms snaking their way around him; reciprocating the embrace.

Escher continued singing. “Oh once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail. She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail~”

Leshy began to drift, drift further into sleep. Still Escher’s voice could be heard, despite the growing softness. Even so, sleep was taking hold of his beloved as well, his voice growing ever more quiet.

Still he sang, his voice so quiet it felt like he was saying a prayer. “The snail it turned into a bird, a bird to butterfly…and he tells a bigger tale will have to…tell a lie. Sing Terry-O Day…….sing…..Autumn….to….May~”

The last verse sent them both tumbling into their respective dreams, despite the growing fear inside…Leshy was greeted by a field of green. Bathed in a silver hue of morning mist, he looked around to see his family..his brothers and sister all happily meandering about. Kallamar with his plethora of suitors, Shamura wandering among the grounds, Heket talking to that one lion fellow and…..

“Uncle Leshy!”

Turning, two little figures came bounding twoards him. One with her arms stretched out wide, the other leaning forward as he ran. Both leaping up and tackling him to the ground, he was laughing before he knew what exactly was going on. Of course he could recognize his niece and nephew from mountains away! They proceeded to try and pin him down as he fought back, but was subdued remarkably quick.

“Oh no! Defeated by my brother’s own brood, what cruel irony!” Laughed Leshy, the twins ran off before he could get a chance to take his so called ‘revenge’ on the two.

Turning over he watched the two rush over to their mother…sitting on a blanket, her soft shadowy eyes trained on her two little ones. The Lamb laying on their back while Narinder stood over watching the twins run to their mother, Leshy sat up on his knees and looked out around him…everything felt…almost-

“Leshy, you just gonna sit there?”

His head spun around, standing over him….was Escher. He was wearing a smile so warm it’d make a kindling fire feel like ice. In a flash, Leshy found his arms wrapped around his beloved yellow cat. The two falling into the soft grass, laughing as they cuddled against the grass.

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[Next morning]

Credit where credit was due, Mamu’s treatment worked! Escher never seen Leshy so well rested before. He was bounding around the farmlands with Belle and Beau like he was a child himself, he was also…extra friendly in the morning too. Trying to get dressed that morning proved to be a challenge when his beloved’s claws kept tickling his sides, he was just so happy it worked.

“Well, someone looks well rested.” Came a sing-song voice.

Speak of the devil.

“Mamu!” Escher stood up and embraced the newcomer, hoping she didn’t mind the dirt. Picking radishes was dirty work after all. “Good morning! An yes, oh yes very well rested! Your treatment worked, Leshy and I never had such a wonderful night sleep before!”

She giggled. “I’m happy to hear that, though it’s quite obvious to see if I’m being honest.”

Well she wasn’t wrong, the way Leshy was running around and how he himself was working was kind of-

“Dreams with silver mist are always the purest of course.”

Escher froze for a second before turning to the newcomer in question, all she did was smile…and walk away humming the lullaby she taught him…before she was too far away she turned back with a cheeky smile and said.

“Good day friend, an sweet dreams.”

End

This AU belongs to @rampantram the Ewe is their oc

The song is “Autumn to May” by Peter, Paul & Mary. This was actually inspired by another fanfic series by the writer @aughtpunk who uses the same song in their story, please go have a read.

Mamu is my oc.

This is her general page but I will do a colt version of her soon

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Do you have any au lore for your goat?

So i have 2 AUs. One is called Bygone; centered around the Lamb's weird dependency to TOWW making them want to continue serving Narinder in any way even after defeating him (which includes reconscilling him and his siblings). The other is A God's Hunger; eating issues ridden Lamb wanting to eat any and all gods.

I never considered the Goat's presence in any of them (idk why) but now you got me thinking about what i could do with having them there. I do have just general Goat lore headcanons though; bearer of the Purple Crown, the Goat was part of a survivalist group before they accepted to serve their own TOWW just so they could eradicate the Bishops in order to avenge their kind that was hunted and killed due to the prophecy, and during this they gather followers united by their wrath against the Bishops in a resistance-like fashion. Or something. Anyways.

If the Goat was in Bygone, they'd come in after the siblings got accustomed to mortal life in the cult (now actually a community) and would be shocked that the Lamb just lets the perpetrators of their kin's genocide live peacefully. They'd be there to try and rile up the Lamb's anger and resentment (which were burried deep down), while the Lamb is trying to get the Goat to chill in the cult and be besties or whatever.

In A God's Hunger, the Goat would have agreed to have been sacrificed by their god which involved being eaten (see the open ribcage Goat statue in the game ? yeah that's part of it), only to then serve as an immortal soul or. something. raising hell and visiting battle grounds (either to oversee and incite more fights or to lead the deceased to the afterlife. maybe). They'd think the Lamb is a FREAK and the Lamb would try to eat them due to their freakish nature and the both of them would fight. And then i don't know. It's fun i might actually put the Goat in the canon of this AU.

[ID in Alt Text and under the cut]

Image 1: A sketch of the Lamb and the Goat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb in a chibi-esque style. The Lamb is standing with a blank expression while the Goat seems to be sneering at them. Narinder, Heket, Kallamar, Leshy and Shamura are drawn further away, smaller and less detailled. There is text at the top saying "Bygone".

Image 2: A digital drawing of the Goat and the Lamb from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. The Lamb looks feral and is drawn bitting with huge, sharp teeth onto the Goat's arm, who is starring at the Lamb with wide eyes in bewilderment. There is text at the top saying "A God's Hunger".

[nonokoko-draws]

What if we had a third player option and it's a sad goat

Info about the rebeco:

🐐 Based on a goat species called chamois or Alpine chamois (rebeco is its spanish name translation, I call them like that because it's cuter imo). Chamois goats are native of the Pyrenees, the mountains of south and central Europe, Turkey and the Caucasus; though they can also be found in other places like or New Zealand. I was gonna give him a chamois sound but the chamois baal sounds like shitting and farting 💀 Despite being a goat too rebeco and the goat are NOT blood related.

🐐 The "story mode" way to play it in single mode would be by building the leader tent and sleeping there three consecutive days. By the third night the lamb will appear in a place similar to the one you end up after dying to get the goat. Then you pray to the statue and when you go to the temple it should be unlocked Rebeco's fleece. Probably costs 1-3 holy talismans (I know I put 5 ??? but to have one whole holy talisman is already difficult imagine 5)

🐐 Usually rests during the day. If it was playable he'd have a bonus in crusades if you do them at night or something. I'll probably give them a shield too who knows. Their bell is made of bronze, just like the lamb's is gold and the goat silver

🐐 While the lamb looks happy and friendly and the goat is more aggressive and competitive this fella is more pacific, usually worried and melancholic. Ever since they were captured and saw his whole kind sacrificed to the Old faith they are kinda depressed

🐐 Forced to become a cult leader, they and his followers call it "Church" instead. Likes poets and avoids sacrificing his believers, even if they're rebels (reeducate > kill). Their congregation have the Belief in Afterlife, Grass Eater, Belief in Absolution and Respect Your Elders traits; in contrast with the goat because I hc his followers have Cannibal, Belief in sacrifice, Belief in Original Sin and Good Die Young.

[theonewhowails]

IM CHEWING ON THE FUCKING FURNITURE

I HAVE JUST BEEN WATCHING THE TRAILER OVER AND OVER LOOKING FOR SHIT TO FIND AND SPECULATE ABOUT!!!!!!!!

avert your gaze if you do not wish for sins of the flesh spoilers

LIKE LOOK AT THIS!!!!! i initially thought the nakey leaf was only gonna be a thing for the nudist ritual and would happen to everyone uniformly for the same amount of time. so it is fucking SENDING me that EVERYONE HERE IS WEARING CLOTHES EXCEPT NARI

individual outfits!!!!! do you think we will find them and gift them to followers the same way necklaces are? maid dress leshy. why is he serving looks (lol) tho. is that a hairless cat in the top right corner. IS THAT FUCKING SOZO IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT????? FOLLOWER SOZO??? ALIVE SOZO??????? I COULD CRY

a tiny sozo i found in the end image....cutie

also it looks like we'll be able to upgrade our cult and temple even further!!!!!!! or perhaps customization options? either way the stone floors and stained glass in the scene are sexy and im eating them. also theres a bones interior in some shots

also why does the guy in the middle gotta pitchfork. WHY ARE THEY ALL PULLING OUT PITCHFORKS. WILL FOLLOWERS BE ABLE TO FUCKING REVOLT???MOBS???? please that would be so funny

also fighting followers??? my initial thought was that this might be a progression from dissenting and now they can kill you(whimsical) but on closer look the eyes do not look like dissenter eyes. they look more like the eyes of eldritch opponents we fight

furthermore look at this ritual??

it looks much the same as the ritual the bishops perform before going eldritch, and we're clearly leading it, but the energy isnt going to US, its going to the follower in the center??

there is something to be said about how the lamb grows stronger by defeating and consuming their enemies...... it would be really interesting if we're going to get into organic free range home grown adversaries...... when you think about it, taking a loyal follower, corrupting them with eldritch power and then defeating them to absorb the power they gained would be sort of like a more refined form of sacrifice. and also way more fucked up!!! :D

also:

if sacrifice and cannibalism was too tame for you. get ready for letting your followers ritually EAT A BITCH ALIVE. its giving The Lottery vibes but maybe thats just me (nerd)

look at this shit which looks like a fucked up commandment stone. are they sacrificing health here???? for eldritch horrors???? ooooohhh

calamari getting into a slap fight is killing me but also i am going NUTS at the prospect of expanded follower relationships!! we had the seeds of it before with how followers can become friends, some give us quest for their crush, and reading their minds shows they can have conversations that go well or go poorly, and now theyre extrapolating to their logical ends: followers can get into physical fights, can fall in love, can have children!!!! GOD there could be.... actual generations of cultists......ToT

auspistice simulator lmao. but also theres two intersting things to consider here:

follower activities that take place at night, which could make nighttime in the cult more interesting and lively

if we might need at times to step in to break up a fight. would that suggest consequences for not doing so. Can The Followers Beat Each Other To Death Now.

also killing me that while this fight is happening maid leshy is just. drunkenly swaying and making creature noises. look at him. i love him

[sugardreamshk]

Mother of the Lamb

Hey got some art for you all!

This is just a small doodle of a AU idea I had where instead of the Lamb becoming Narinder’s Vessel it’s their mother. But in order for this to make sense I think I should give a bit of backstory and a bit of a timeline.

My Lamb was born in the last remaining sheep folk(?) settlement and lived there for about 7ish years with their mother, father and two older brothers until the Bishops found the settlement, killing the majority of the sheep folk and scattering the rest. Of the Lambs family only their mother and themselves managed to escape. While there were other survivors who travelled with the Lamb and their mother, eventually the two of them were all that was left. On the Lambs 17th birthday they were found by the Old Faith and their mother sacrificed herself in order for the Lamb to escape. The Lamb lives on their own for 11 more years until the day after their 28th birthday they were captured by the Old Faith and eventually brought before the Bishops to be executed.

Now that we have the basics of my Lambs backstory let me explain where this au branches from this. Everything is the same up until the Lambs mother gets captured and executed. Instead of waiting for/choosing the Lamb (not sure exactly how this works yet) Narinder chooses their mother with the idea that she’d have more motivation to kill the Bishops as revenge for the death of her husband and children. The Lamb is still alive and escapes but does not reunite with their mother, believing that she’s dead. Their mother goes on to form the cult and goes after the Bishops but the closer she gets to killing all the Bishops the colder she acts towards not just the heretics but also her own followers. At some point during her crusade against the Bishops, Narinder brings the Lamb to his realm (or is it the afterlife? Idk) as insurance against their mother in case she decides to try to betray him. She eventually defeats the Bishops but upon returning to Narinder she betrays him with the belief that he would kill the Lamb even if she returned the crown. After defeating Narinder, she decides not to kill him but also not to bring him to the cult, instead she keeps Narinder prisoner in his realm. While she does bring the Lamb to the cult, the Lamb is terrified of her and her cruelty towards Narinder and runs away from the cult.

That’s all I’ll give for now since this is a massive wall of text. I probably should have shared the Lambs backstory before so I didn’t have to have two walls of text :/