YEAAAAHHH RIDE THE CYCLONE REFERENCE WITH COTL LESSGOOO

So the music loving tribe thing, made more lore for it:

When they were young, the lamb’s tribe had been moving around all across the old faith lands to escape from the slaughter. From rocky hills to caves to forests, until lastly near the sea.

They settled in a hill near the sea where it’s was far enough from the main land, the new land had vast meadows and a large enough shore to build bonfires.

The flock couldn’t arrange celebrations while they were hiding in forests (fearing it’s might draw attention to them) so in there they went wild with them ;new instruments, new dances , new decorations made with the shiny shells in the shoreline , new cuisines and a new common song.

Sang by honey like voices and preformed by masterful musicians, this melody became the symbol of their new home and a reminder of hope for coming generations.

Lamb would always sing it in their free time ; sitting by the sea collecting exotic rocks & colorful shells. They sang it, hummed it , played it on the conch and choreographed a personal dance for it. It almost became a prayer for them.

But after their tribe’s slaughter, that warm melody became a cold reminder of their home and a symbol of lost hope. Little by little they started to hum it less, they stopped singing it, and then they have forgotten it completely centuries later.

"𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴."

lil 'eep

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?"

love love love this analysis of Shamura’s injury

Is Shamura training martial arts after being taken into Lamb's cult? If they enjoyed complexity and bloodshed of war than it'd be probably dissapointing for them if they had to... drop it all

Full under the cut because this turned out really long

Upon joining the cult Shamura was a shell of their former self. They join the cult dissenting, the long term effects of the crown still clawing at the edges of their mind, but after a few days they’re mortal, just themself. Without the crown to hold them together they suffer like their injury was yesterday.

The Lamb has the doctor, Puar, perform their usual tests on them. Shamura is hardly there. They don’t know their own name, can hardly speak, can’t stand or track movement.

There was no wisdom in their slurred words. No power in the way their hands shook.

The outlook is bad.

The Lamb doesn’t really want to help them, after everything, why should they. Shamura who had The Lamb’s entire race and family killed, who killed them aswell and countless of their followers. It would cost them so much, to try and help someone who spent so long just trying to destroy them and everything they had. The time, energy, resources it would cost and they didn’t even know if they could get better.

Deciding it wasn’t worth it was one thing, but getting the other ex bishops to understand was a whole other, even the doctor disagreed with them.

Dr Puar took on being their primary caregiver. They’d been a doctor for the past hundred years and seen concussions and dementia but nothing nearly as severe as this. They wanted to help Shamura but didn’t know how.

It wasn’t until Narinder joined the cult that The Lamb saw any reason to help Shamura. But there was something wrong with him and Shamura knew something, they just had to get to it.

Kallamar was the ex bishop Puar wanted the help from the most. He was scared of the lamb and red crown but he loved Shamura more.

The Lamb took Puar and Kallamar to the ruins of the temples in Anchordeep and Silk Cradle. They spent days digging through the decimated remains of the libraries for something, anything on this type of injury.

It seemed that they where looking down possible years of intense recovery. Needed herbs and medicines that may no longer exist, techniques Puar had never heard of. But they would try.

Puar took careful and detailed notes. Timed Shamura’s responses, wrote down everything they said, tracked eating, drinking, sleeping and every symptom they displayed. Improvements where slow and sometimes nonexistent at first. They took full minutes to respond and only in single words, barley moved, couldn’t feed themselves and suffered constant migraines.

The one thing that seemed to help them the most was their siblings. They didn’t remember them most days but every time one of they came to check in it raised their spirits. One of their faces was the only thing they could focus on sometimes.

Kallamar insisted he wasn’t a doctor but still worked around the infirmary, helping Shamura was the only thing he’d do without complaining. Heket spent hours sitting in silence with them, brought them food and flowers and changed their bandages. Leshy was the only thing that could get them to smile and they where the only person he would ever lower his voice for, he told them stories even though they hardly listened.

Improvements brought new challenges. They got better at speaking full sentences and following conversations but it revealed how fractured their memory was. Forgetting names, places and important events, how often they forgot where they where, they asked the same questions over and over again.

They complained of seeing and hearing things, phantom pains with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The sun hurt their eyes, rain gave them headaches, always sleeping but always tired. They would suddenly backslide constantly. One day could walk with minimal help and the next, couldn’t even hold a pen in their hand. Have a full conversation one day and hardly spit out their name tomorrow.

Until the day Puar looked Shamura in the eye and for once they saw him. Didn’t look past them with their blank stare but looked at them. They would ask to sit outside at night in the fresh air. They seemed to know now who they are, what they where, what they lost. A tinge of grief in their words.

Improvements brought frustration. On days they remembered who they where they were overcome with a mix of anger, guilt and despair. They where a god. They had bore down on armies, killed men with a twitch of a finger, brought other gods to their knees, and now they could hardly bring a cup to their mouth.

Emotionally, their siblings said they’d never seen them like this before. Before Shamura could be frustrated but their temper was cold and quiet. Now they wore a short fuse and suffered constant mood swings. It angered them that they couldn’t read, that their hands were numb, that they couldn’t walk without a cane, couldn’t go out in the sun, couldn’t string a full sentence together, couldn’t recognize their siblings faces, couldn’t feed themselves, couldn’t sleep without drugs, everything they lacked and lost wore them down.

Regardless, they where unusually steadfast. They would always pick back up. If they got frustrated they would try again in a few days. They tried anything Puar asked of them, anything for the smallest iota of improvement.

The outlook was better.

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This got out of control and took me like three days between the art and write up. I got really excited when I saw this ask cause the answer is so devastating. If I was taking Narinder’s trauma seriously I’m not gonna just ignore Shamura’s traumatic brain injury.

As a side note, I’m very unsure how to write the medical stuff, my guess is that cotl is based around 1300’s-1700’s but that’s a wide net to cast. My excuse for the stronger understanding of medicine and trauma is magic.

WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO PRETTY???

IM- I HAVE NO WORDS THAT ARE ENOUGH TO COMPLIMENT THIS MASTERPIECE

THIS LAMB IS GONNA BE THE CAUSE OF MULTIPLE WARS IN THEIR LAND FROM THE AMOUNT OF PROPOSALS, BC HOLY SHIET THAT IS A GORGEOUS BEAST

THIS IS THE PIECE THAT STARTED MOVEMENTS

STARTED WORLD WARS

IM REALLY TRYING TO COME UP WITH DESERVING COMPLIMENTS BUT IM FALLING SHORT FROM HOW GORGEOUS THIS IS

The one you'd call "My Queen".

HAHAHHAHA SURPRISE, I POST IT NOW >:)

No tomorrow, NOW AHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH— Don't explode) @aychama (read to the very end)

close up look

Visit patreon for good quality. I remind you: it's absolutely free.

My ugly like ass sketch and one of my wip's (all wip's you can find in my #art wip)

Narinder's life reaction:

this cat is broken now, go bring a new one

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

Funky guy (gender neutraly)

idk what to name 'em yet, i've started thinking of their backstory before the sacrifice and their personality but no name yet :-p

love in their eyes😍

YEEEEAAAAAAAAA

Hekets for the minority of Heket enjoyers.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL???

Showing off my cosplay Lamb's bell!

Front and back

Sides and underside!

It is a bit wonky but made with love 🖤🩶

I was trying to hide some imperfections on the original bell design (it was a thrifted christmas decoration with chunky glitter!)

Extra pics of my old guy posing with the bell below

im,,so normal about this

Narcissus's consequences

I got the idea from seeing the Caravage's painting of Narcissus- Thought it would fit Narinder and the Bishop's very well =D

[Process below]