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+Overwhelmed Parent Trait.

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Ratau Big Naturals

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People are gonna want the hypothetical Shitten design now that you've done this

Already ahead of you! Reposting Dolly!

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This is what Massive Monster won't let us have 😭

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As a young kitten, Narinder often had poor dreams. Dreams of being abandoned, left behind by his family, turned into an orphan once more. But his worst nightmare, a premonition in retrospect, was being locked in the temple basement by his family. He found comfort in a small stuffed sheep, the only thing he had when living on the streets, though he cannot remember who gave it to him. The doll is sadly as lost to time as everything else that the god once owned, another faint memory of a different era.

Millenia later, Una found herself with similar night terrors. Her family lived on the run, staying in squalid camps nestled deep in the woods. From her youth she knew the story of the bishops, who for some reason were on the hunt to capture and kill every lamb. The story filled her with terror, only warded off with her faithful stuffed kitty who was sworn to keep her safe. The object served its owner well, until one day it was lost in a frantic escape, another facet of her life taken by the bishop's hunt.

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why do you draw nariender with such a neck?

Mfer looks like he gonna tell me the floor is made of floor

if I was a liar, I'd tell you his bizarre appearance is a reflection of his warped sense of self after being sealed in purgatory by his family, or that he was imprisoned mid-transformation during the schism so he's permanently stuck kinda fucked up looking. But since I'm truthful I'll admit those were afterthoughts and I just thought it was funny to draw him like a pipe cleaner. I don't remember why *specifically* his neck was what I decided to exaggerate, I think it had to do with the shape language of his sprite? He's very macaroni noodle shaped in the game so I wanted his silhouette to just be a big tube, and it devolved from there :')

I actually have more "normal" narinder art than the long-necked version as of the past few months, but most of it never got posted! Here's one I never had a chance to post from when he was still a bishop

aaaaaaaand here's what he was up to mid-imprisonment

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While we did post the required bunny lamb a few hours ago, @bogor-o gave me the brainworms and a desire to do a latex reverse bunny goat. Aegis is glad to oblige.

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This is such an amazing depiction of a complete psychological breakdown. Stress all coming together in a fit of laughter and delusion. Falling to the floor, no longer sure of what's real or not, not even aware of who you are or where you are. Having been there, this really hits it on the head.

'THE UNPAYABLE DEBT THAT I OWE YOU'

(part 5/5)

Congratulations! Congratulations!! Congratulations, kallamar!!!

Your day off shall consist of your sleep deprived brain making you believe that the last 100 years were an elaborate prank devised by satan himself, rather than your irl family being disappointed in you for not living up to ungodly high expectations.

I have my rescheduled spinal procedure coming up on friday so I'm not gonna be able to draw for a short period, but there's some REALLY good asks in my inbox about this comic so I'll see if I can do those before the big day. Every time I do a big angst comic I'm kinda blown away by the response, I keep saying it but genuinely it means the world to me when I see people giving their thoughts on my art like this. For this specific comic I've gotten multiple asks, tons of comments/tags, a couple drawings and even a short fic??? Like I lose the ability to speak I get so flustered. I love these characters a lot so I'm just happy I can make something of them that resonates so much with people.

Kallamar is definitely getting a rest from angst after this, idk when I'll be up for another one of these long ones but you guys will know cause I'll put up a poll again >:)

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My attempt at doing Nari and Una in the game style. These blorbos looking kinda funny! I'd love to be able to play co-op with Narinder.

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Come, all ye faithful. Our contribution to the bunny suit trend!

I cast the blame upon @soursherbat

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Cult of the Lamb: Luck of the Lamb Part 4: Reap the Whirlwind

The physical body does not exist within the afterlife, instead the land is inhabited by the souls of the dead or departed. Resurrection repairs the mortal coil, but godly wounds ceaselessly weep. Thus, a god cannot survive death without the healing properties of a conduit crown. Despite this many have tried, though normally its not someone else's power keeping them clinging to the margins of life. A power now bonded through the sheer force of will to share a lonely throne. ~Previous/Next~ ~Start~ ~~~~ Story Segment Under Cut ~~~~

Rage. Betrayal. Vengeance.

Their fight filled the afterlife with destruction and violence. Two gods wrestling for the key to their power. Blade and blood met flame and fury.

Narinder was an old god, powerful beyond measure even in his imprisonment. He had commanded life and death, and weilded curses effortlessly. Una would not be the first god he'd killed.

Yet fate had other plans.

She crackled with divine energy, dancing around his attacks effortlessly.

Lucky.

It felt like ages, and yet before he knew it, it was over. Her blade, made of his crown, plunged into his chest, and his eldritch form crumbled. A god defeated, reduced to nothing.

And then...

Pain. Nothing but searing hot, agonizing pain. Narinder felt lost in a sea of torment, his body suddenly awash with screaming flesh. Through burning nerves he distantly noticed the world around him felt different, the brittle bone meal landscape of the gateway gone. Instead, he felt stone, grass, and chill air against his skin. His eyes felt like hot coals shoved in their sockets, and even trying to open them felt like a dagger to the skull. The sensations were nothing but a candle to the raging inferno of suffering. In another time, he wondered if this was what the mortals he damned in the afterlife felt like. Perhaps that was his fate now. Eternal pain. Fitting. Yet as he laid there, squirming weakly in the depths of agony, something approached. "Nrdnr?! Hly Shtt!" Muffled words reached his ears, soft hands scrambling over his skin. Some demonic tormentor, come to perpetuate or relish in his state? "Hld Stlll! Fgk Fgk!" It was impossible to think over the agony, and they pushed away his hands as he feebly tried to fend them off. The cold ground under him suddenly felt warm and sticky, the silken robes he wore suddenly wet with something. "Hre! Ths iz phor thg baain." His attacker grabbed his head, shoving some vial of something against his lips. The biter oily fluid hit the back of his throat, a spasm of coughs making his body jerk and flail, each one feeling like barbed wire was being flossed through his bones. This really was hell. Hands yanked his tattered robes off, exposing his skin to the cold air. Some kind of cloth wrapped around his arms, pulled tight against the angry nerves. More on his chest, pushed against the spaces in his ribs where an echo of betrayal now bled. Two betrayals. Twice now he'd trusted and lost for it. At least the last time he hadn't been alive to feel what dying was like. "Hold still! Where did all this blood come from?!" A sudden calmness entered his mind, and the fire of agony faded into a foggy, numb abyss. Narinder opened his eyes. Stars met him, the half moon's pale light shining down. He tilted his head up, the movement feeling like lifting a boulder. Some figure hunched over him, their hands covered in inky black liquid as they quickly unrolled another bandage and began wrapping it around his chest. Almost instantly the white fabric turned black. The fog around his head grew thicker, eyes fluttering heavily as consciousness became fleeting and fickle. The figure glanced at him, red meeting red. Despite his injuries, Narinder still possessed enough strength to recognize them.

"Narinder," Una's voice poured with grief. "I'm so sorry, please just hold on. Its going to be okay."

Another empty deceitful lie. "Una..." he muttered, voice a mere whisper through his scratchy and weak throat. "Narinder?" Her eyes wept a river of tears, the guilt in her words echoed across her face. The traitorous eye of his former crown gazed down from atop her head, watching with unending apathy. Rage bloomed in his oozing chest, a small surge of fury granting him some measure of energy. He summoned all of his remaining power, defiance filling his fading mind. "Fuck you." Darkness.

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I WANT TO EAT YOUR ART. I WANT TO SUCK ON IT LIKE A JOLLY RANCHER.

KJFHDKJSDF THANK YOUUUUU, HEARING MY ART IS "EDIBLE" IS ALWAYS HIGH PRAISE TBH. YOU ACTUALLY REMINDED ME, I have these bizarre candy leshys that I drew forever ago while fighting my sleeping medication (it's a tradition. I always draw something weird and stupid before it knocks me out lmao) and I gave one of them a jolly rancher on your behalf.

Is that cannibalism if he's candy eating candy, or is it okay cause he's a gummy worm and the jolly rancher is a separate form of candy?? I ask because leshy loves cannibalism and won't eat something if it doesn't violate some kind of law

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I like to imagine as Lamb heals and grows from past trauma they become goofier (so does Narinder but he wouldn’t admit it)

Working on a bigger piece but have this for now

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I really want to say I always love your lore write ups. I adore the thought you've put into your universe and everything that seems to make it such a carefully crafted creation. You write about things I would never have considered, and its so inspiring because now I think about those things myself! Please never stop delivering!

You mentioned that your red crown is tied to the realm of dreams as well (unless I'm misremembering), so how was it for Anthea to learn how to access it, and have they ever tried using this aspect of the crown to help the twins to sleep?

Narinder's the one with the sleep domain since it's similar to death! He was the god of Death and Sleep, however lost access to his sleep domain whilst in the Gateway, you can read some little notes here

Like he used to be able to aid in people falling asleep/watch over dreams, but since being in the Gateway cut him off from the mortal realm nightmares began to fester without him there to ward them off. Thus when he learns that Anthea suffers from nightmares he tries to get them to sleep in the Gateway to try and have a chance to peer in to see, but his power is still limited there, especially without the crown as Anthea bears it while vessel. He can't really help them by reforming the dream, and instead just tries to sense the nature of what they're seeing and wake them up if it's negative.

Post-betrayal and Anthea's rise to being the Red Crown's new bearer officially rather than just borrowing it, Death is the only domain they inherit since it was the only one they acted with while vessel-Narinder never taught them how to access sleep. The Crowns have less of a specific domain and more-so morph their power to best suit their bearer's personality, like say if Kallamar and Leshy traded crowns while there would be hints of the others' domain at the start but they'd shift back to what they were quickly, since Chaos is against Kallamar's nature just as Pestilence is against Leshy's.

Narinder became Death due to his nature-he was always kinda lonely and felt ignored, and thus becoming a guide to lonely souls suited him, since he was more of a god of the Dead rather than Death-aka guide and guardian rather than an executor.

I think Anthea drifts to more of a 'Rebirth' domain-so mixing Life and Death as opposed to just Death, both due to their access to resurrection and due to the way they naturally inspire others to try and be better. Like their cult is kinda a place where even the Bishops can be 'reborn' by atoning for their wrongs and starting anew.

But that's not to say Death and Sleep are now unguarded-Aym and Baal gradually were transformed via the power Narinder used to force their aging, and are kinda akin to demi-gods now. Aym became more sensitive to Death and Baal to Sleep, and while they don't rule either domain, the boys can act on them. Aym can sense if someone's dying, and Baal the nature of someone's dreams.

(or maybe might switch the twins' domain sensitivities? not sure what I like better but it'd be the same premise just opposite for the twins if I do)

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Thank you @the-artist-grimm for putting the spotlight on us haha. Since there's two of us we'll each do five, I hope that's ok. Cake: 1. The art of story telling!!! I love all of the elements that go into a story. How characters are presented to their role in the plot, how dialogue has meaning, how a certain musical score might make you feel something, or how a certain camera angle can influence you. I really admire the tools any artist uses to influence the viewer and translate their message! 2. My world building! I'm sure many creative types know this but I could ramble for DAYS about the universes living in my head. For me its like a puzzle with an endless number of pieces. Each one I solve, another few parts reveal themselves. I love thinking of the living breathing world. 3. Astronomy! Space is such a bizarre concept to me, the sense of scale in mind boggling but even more so are the things just floating out there like black holes and pulsars that you couldn't imagine in fantasy but they exist in real life! 4. Books!!!!!!! This kind of ties back into storytelling but I love a good story, I eat fanfics up like a woodchipper. I could go on for ages about all the good stories I've read in them. 5. Motor Vehicles! I love cars, motorcycles, planes, ect. Speed is life. I really hope one day I can own my own project car/bike, but damn the money do not be in it for sure... Gem: 1. Art, duh, since I make a lot of it! I do a bunch of different mediums professionally and can rant and rave about them. Just pick one and let me go off. 2. Ghosts and the paranormal! I could go on endlessly about the history of ghost hunting, classifications, famous cases, and personal experiences! 3. Sock Monkeys. I can tell you the extensive history and detailed instructions on how to make them from socks to monkey. I have made a LOT of them and other sock animals. 4. Thrifting. I am a life long thrifter and I am VERY passionate about it. This includes what to look for and places where you can find valuable stuff that stores tend to overlook. 5. Food. Very broad topic, but I really like food and can talk cooking and that time I had a religious experience eating barbecue. Tagging @soursherbat @voidheartkisses @three-eyes-fox and @alllgator-blood !!!

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

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'THE UNPAYABLE DEBT THAT I OWE YOU'

(part 3/5)

Kallamar's ears still work (minus the tinnitus + vertigo), but it's hard to listen when everybody's yelling at you about how you shouldn't help them, but also that you SHOULD help them, but ALSO that you're bad at helping and that you should take care of yourself better but not let that get in the way of you helping them, and- *implodes*. KALLY YOUR DAY OFF!!! IT'S HAPPENING SOON!! HANG IN THERE!

Also guys I fucked UP I thought there was 6 parts to this comic but there's only 5. These panels are separated into 30 different canvases so it's a fairly easy mistake to make imo. The real part 6 is the friends we made along the way ✨