this is so cool???
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tfw you remember something that makes you question your actions ,emotions and the hatefulness you have towards your usurper (who's apparently DIDNT usurp you?!?) and realize how misplaced they are. 🤡 (currently holding my head <3)
Welcome to Lamb's baby shower, this is an event that takes place before Lari's birth, Lamb and Narinder's first born!
During this event I'll open the Cheeps ask box for 3 days, it's up to you to send fun gifts for the Lamb which I'll be replying to with their reaction and cute drawings!
Anon will be on if you're shy as well
"How do I send my gift?"
Simple! just send in an ask like "I gift the Lamb a lifetime supply of diapers" or "Congratulations leader! Here's my gift of a delicious snail pie!", the gift can be absolutely anything! You can roleplay as a follower, your own OC, or just say a random gift, Images are also permitted but not necessary, Keep in mind I'll be drawing out the asks.
"Are there rules?"
There are only two rules for this event: To keep things SFW, and to not name Lari. We may know about all the cheeps right now, but this is set before Lari even had her name decided, so to keep things making some sense, just call her "the baby" :3
You are allowed to send more than one ask!
Event timeline
The askbox will be open from the moment this post is sent, it'll remain open for 2 more days, today counting as the first, and will close December 4th around 6 PM GMT -3, I will start posting the reactions to the gifts on Dec. 5th and by the 9th I should be done posting them all
I'll try to get to all asks but it'll depend on how many I can physically complete, it depends on how many asks I get
I've been planning this little event for a month now, so do have fun with your asks <3
OOOOUUUGHHH
i will literally never get over narinder being shamura's favourite btw.
do you think shamura had times where they forgot what had happened? they become so accustomed to his presence, even if it waned in the centuries past the religious purges, that their first thought is to try to find him. a strange sort of sickness crawls through their skin and clenches at their lungs as they search and only find rooms that have been entirely rearranged and every aspect of narinder scrubbed or scorched or scratched or or or just seemingly erased from existence. and when they finally gather the courage to ask their other siblings just what exactly is going on, they're met with "you forgot again, didn't you?"
I MISSED THE BABY SHOWER NOOOOOOO
Welcome to Lamb's baby shower, this is an event that takes place before Lari's birth, Lamb and Narinder's first born!
During this event I'll open the Cheeps ask box for 3 days, it's up to you to send fun gifts for the Lamb which I'll be replying to with their reaction and cute drawings!
Anon will be on if you're shy as well
"How do I send my gift?"
Simple! just send in an ask like "I gift the Lamb a lifetime supply of diapers" or "Congratulations leader! Here's my gift of a delicious snail pie!", the gift can be absolutely anything! You can roleplay as a follower, your own OC, or just say a random gift, Images are also permitted but not necessary, Keep in mind I'll be drawing out the asks.
"Are there rules?"
There are only two rules for this event: To keep things SFW, and to not name Lari. We may know about all the cheeps right now, but this is set before Lari even had her name decided, so to keep things making some sense, just call her "the baby" :3
You are allowed to send more than one ask!
Event timeline
The askbox will be open from the moment this post is sent, it'll remain open for 2 more days, today counting as the first, and will close December 4th around 6 PM GMT -3, I will start posting the reactions to the gifts on Dec. 5th and by the 9th I should be done posting them all
I'll try to get to all asks but it'll depend on how many I can physically complete, it depends on how many asks I get
I've been planning this little event for a month now, so do have fun with your asks <3
loooore
designing some of the old gods based off their relics for fun because i am under the sway of dark and tempestuous forces scale below:
some hcs: -Stithi, Grand Mancer, and Little Yaca are the only gods blood related -the Anchorite kept the peace and balance between the gods, it's their death that triggers the war of the Old Faith -Icegore and Ala controlled extreme weather, it's why the lands are so unbearably pleasant -Turua was the most difficult god to slay, it's debatable if they're truly dead -Narinder was a follower of Warrwacka, he betrays the god during the war and is executed for it -Stithi was the god of self-preservation and an excellent diplomat/liar -the Grand Mancer was the god of invention, their death is the reason the world's development halts -Laplace was a Janus-type god of transitions/duality -Shunrue was the link between the first gods and the gods who needed crowns, their knowledge would have done greater harm to the world had they survived the war
"A shared will, a shared hand- my lord's claws are my own, and I faithfully carry out their every wish."
COTLtober Day Twenty Nine: Claws
I forgot to post this yesterday in the interest of going to bed. Bed is important, but also this. Anyways, I feel Not Great right now, but I am Surviving, and you should to. Go drink water, take your meds if you haven't, eat something if you're hungry, and keep living. That's it, send post.
once again ,Joffy never misses with creating poetry that makes a 19th century poet ascend. <3
"I see strange faces come and go, they mutter "we love you""- owie my heart :(
"I remember the eyes that peered down and gazed upon the windows of my soul with unknowable intent. How they scanned every detail of my form, how they analyzed without repent every single finite piece of me as though I were a piece of discarded art, thrown away by its creator, then remembered and gazed upon once more for its flaws, not its graces.". - the way you articulated "flaws triumphs your glory " really butters my bread and cooks a whole breakfast with it.
"Take heart in what companions you trust deeply with your wealth. There lies only one within the five that you should dare to question. You mistrust and pray that that's enough but irony's your predilection. There will come a day where you will say, that you had known for better. You will dull the pain with maddened songs that tell of your grief's measure.
Make your choice, They of War, but pray caution when you move. It is time to right your wrongs, Just make sure your wrongs don't right you."
just- just ... the artistic vocabulary, the emotions' measure from Shamura's plight that you delivered straight into my heart , and ending it with a warning of consequences biting them in the ass. *muwah* AMAZING
Shamura -
They of Knowledge and War
It's hard to remember much these days.
Often it's impossible to remember anything at all,
To recall the finer details and find my way;
It's as if I've been entangled in a darkened red shawl:
I can see beyond the darkness in glimpses of authenticity,
I can reach past the madness and almost touch what has now been repealed.
But there remains a thin veil between myself and the truth;
It feels insurmountable as I fall into my minds' obscurity.
Godly ichor seeps out of the wound naught can yet heal,
I sit there and watch it drip down till they come with more news
Were my past machinations truly mine or those of fate?
It's increasingly difficult to make it back from the fall.
Do I deserve these conditions for living a life full of hate?
I know those who claim to be my siblings don't deserve a life that's so cruel.
Even if I recover what awaits? A world of stability?
Can such a world, with us in it, even be real?
Every day I awake is a veritable who's who.
Did the past-me ever imagine a life of such vulnerability?
Are these the consequences of taking actions guided with zeal?
I see strange faces come and go, they mutter "we love you"
When I gave the order, was I at all even phased?
It seems so out of character, so unusual.
They tell me it was desperation that changed how I behaved;
But would a God of Knowledge really resort to adding to the fire more fuel?
Was it just of us to punish curiosity?
Was it righteous of us to tell our brother to kneel?
It didn't feel correct to leave a sibling askew.
When we plunged the chains through his limbs in this violent atrocity,
Did any of us leave room to heal?
Or had we already broken through the time to heal and break through to you?
Now when I close my eyes I see a void-white gate,
Standing at the end of a long, dark hall.
Traversing the barrier I spy a long-hewn lake,
I bellow loudly to its occupant, but they never hear my call.
I see my voice extend, almost physically, with such velocity.
But it quickly recoils, and is brought to its heel.
It was you whom I had called to,
You, my brother the Lord of Death and magnanimity.
I remember once you heard my voice, I watched it make you reel,
I suppose the voice you least expect is that which has betrayed you.
As I heal slowly all that's left is to ruminate,
Reflect on the ways in which I failed my thrall.
It drives me ever closer to the madness that consumes and degenerates:
Across my mind does it sprawl, a slaughter-hall of the attentive and philosophical.
That which once saw every angle and possibility has ultimately been replaced by this vacant unpredictability.
The madness has caused my brain to slowly allow the crown to congeal.
The crown's influence spreads with its purple-hazed hue,
The cue to allow the crown to finally take responsibility, to be rid of the me that was me and become without humility,
I can feel myself slipping away, until all I can recall is the ordeal;
The ordeal that took you.
I remember walking up to those ivory arches and the cacophony of silence that followed. The wave of the trees from the wind, the exposed roots struggling against the combatant wind at every turn of their opponent.
I remember the darkness filling the air where once there stood nothing, blackened tar swirling with vitriol at every second it hung so loosely in our world. The almost viscous substance that materialised in an instant, and seemed so eager to disappear as quickly as it had come.
I remember the eyes that peered down and gazed upon the windows of my soul with unknowable intent. How they scanned every detail of my form, how they analyzed without repent every single finite piece of me as though I were a piece of discarded art, thrown away by its creator, then remembered and gazed upon once more for its flaws, not its graces.
For long there was silence, glares exchanged and stances readied. Longer still was the time that passed, every second felt an hour, every minute felt a day, yet little passed at all but a matter of minutes in the days stead.
Then it spoke, measured, calm, poised:
"Son of Sun, God of War, God of Knowledge that you are. We beseech you listen closely, for your foes they closely are. They tread and thread within your web so take caution when you spin. The conspiracy lies deep inside, and you are deep within. Illusions of your safety work vice versa with yourself. Take heart in what companions you trust deeply with your wealth. There lies only one within the five that you should dare to question. You mistrust and pray that that's enough but irony's your predilection. There will come a day where you will say, that you had known for better. You will dull the pain with maddened songs that tell of your grief's measure.
Make your choice, They of War, but pray caution when you move. It is time to right your wrongs,
Just make sure your wrongs don't right you."
"You are like the sun"
-trod!Narinder
woe, narilamb be upon ye 🫴🏽
posting this to pretend that i don't have several WIP on my ipad begging to be finished (they will never be)
close ups
papa nari tings
i just realized this is my first art thing of 2025. happy new year heres a silly thing.
individual panels under the cute hehe
to all the artists that i spam followed please know that i'm NOT A BOT I SWEAR i'm just an idiot who forgets to follow '.(