I-IS THAT OPPARINDER!?!?

winter forest in dawn, zhangjiakou, hebei province in china

Trying to post more on here cause fuck Meta. But I’ve been working on my own personal AU of Cult of the Lamb, which I’ll be posting more about later!

My version of he lamb (Uesha) has a lot of complicated feelings for their god after they usurp him. So they allow him to kill them a few times to “atone” for their betrayal and to help him get his anger out lol.

Be not afraid!

So a week ago, I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk for 3 days. I'm used to hiking at least an hour a day with my huskies so not being able to walk at all was driving me crazy. And in my jittery sedimentary state, I kept getting visions of this blursed being: a biblically accurate axolotl. There was nothing I could do but draw it. I'm all better now and able to walk again, now back to making less cursed art (maybe)

wishing only wounds the heart

(art prints)

Woah there Narinder, good thing you were able to catch yourself before you fall completely-

Hello! This is my take on the Narilamb ship lol- made me want to make one for them! Also planning to make something- idk something something. Eh

Ever since the sin update...

The Star

As embers died down, and the bodies discarded a heretic's soul wafts around the grass unsure where to go afterwards, as per due it's heinous crimes, it does not deserve to ascend..

"Are you lost?" says a child, it's wool as pale as fallen snow, they extend a hand to the wayward soul, heavy in it's guilt, it heaves it's way forward to the light they emit.

"No" it whispers, the heart had stopped beating for a while "It is my penance to stay here for eternity"

"Well" they reply, shifting an armful of wheat in their small arms "I am in no position to deny you of your wish. but know that you are welcome to stay with me and mother, we're making oat cookies tonight"

"Oat....cookies?" it rasps

"Yes, despite what everyone says, it can be proven to be quite delicious"

the soul considers this, how is it welcome? many fell by it's blade, both innocent and guilty alike along with....it still remembers their cries.. it tries to forget..

The child turns around to leave knowing full well that yet another soul joins their parade, several others hover nearby, a blade of anger and hatred cutting through their bodies as if butter. that was their punishment, this was their peace. their rest.

"hi" the child greets again, In front of a corpse, beheaded by the Lamb, her sire

"are you lost?"

This trope tho-

HIHIHIHI-

AAAA I'M NOT CONSISTENT WITH MY NARINDER-- SICBAIFHW I'M STILL FIGURING OUT HOW TO DRAW HIM 😭

😭😞😭