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Cotl Shamura - Blog Posts
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I can reach past the madness and almost touch what has now been repealed.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."
SAME SAME SAME
good lord
Five becomes four.
..some part of the past..
"Ooh, kits… I remember, I remember… two kits in my claws… a gift…" "I did not want him to be… lonely…"
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.
Shamura human concept draw! (1 of ?)
I really love how they look!!
I feel blessed seeing this.
A very important lesson indeed!
Big Mandibles
Pre-godhood Shamura
Well, I DID say that I have some headcanons about their life before the crown, and after rambling to my friend about them, I got inspired.
Don't worry, you're just going to be killed for food.
Oh, and yeah, another body design change
More drama, Let’s go!
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We finally started with this!! sjsjsj
Nari still doesn't know what the collar is and well, Lamb doesn't know anything about how it works.
If you're worried about the bandages Narinder is wearing, Lamb will fix it sjsj
Anyway, I apologize if something is not understood well, sometimes the meaning of the words in Spanish loses force in English.
These have been in the oven since July of last year 😭 I was supposed to post them way sooner but I kept coming back to change something every now and then 😅 but better late than never!
So, this was my first idea:
And here are some alternative versions 'cause I really liked them as well!
And here are the Bishops individually:
So, my first idea was to draw only the Bishops, but then I decided to draw the Lamb too and finally the Goat! So here's them separately:
And here's them side by side:
I wanted to make something close to the game's style but in my own art style as well! I eventually turned them all into wallpapers and now my phone is happily and proudly COTL themed ❤
I hope you like them! 🥺
I think I'm in love (with every single one of them)
The Bishops
IM FUCKING DEAD I CANT (also the lighting in this is IMMACULATE)
COTL fanart!
Started this as a simple way to get rid of my art block and ended up with 8 fully rendered drawings somehow, i wasnt even planning on drawing backgrounds lol
also sorry for the long post (it will be even longer next time)
All the references ↓
Ok, I might draw some of these... Just saying
Cotl Textposts
Alts:
I NEED THEM
Cult of The Lamb Bishop stickers are available for preorder in my shop now!
You should totally buy these! That’d be so cool and mean the absolute world! (: 👍
Gonna reblog this. Asking many artists if they'd like to add to their design to the project and of course if anyone sees this and would like to join, feel free to send me a message or a shout ^_^
Main rule however, if I do create the discord, it will NOT be shared with anyone else other than those who are participating and adding their Lamb designs to the video. I value everyone's privacy and do not wish to have them bombarded in their personal lives on the matter.
It is not a time sensitive issue to concept and of course I will answer any and all questions fired my way. I will maintain contact with anyone who wishes to join and maintain 100% transparency with everyone involved.
I'd like to make this something of a fandom community effort to show appreciation to all the artists involved. And because I not-so-secretly love too many artistic styles that make me feel as giddy as a school girl watching a romcom. Do not judgement god damnit! lol
I like Lambs~ 😍
Anyone else remember this post? >:3
Well I put this up just before the holidays and well, @countjulius did contact me a few weeks ago about setting something up. However due to some... family emergencies, I wasn't able to get around to having the time til now. 😔 However if he does want to set something up, understand I'm going to spam every single last Narilamb artist I can think of, to get all their designs into this one little bit! 😁👍Of course whoever wishes to join, more than welcome if you're interested and read this far.
Also, sending out an special shout-out to @melled42 for even liking the post and recommending it to Sir Julius in the first place. As a thanks I was gonna go full on commission but, knowing how her canon lore is set and me needing to keep my ass in check and not wanting to creep her out with my weird ass request, I think I'll offer either a solid donation (Within reason Goddamnit! 😖) or something like that. Dealer's choice 🙂
Hope this pans out well. I think it would be a fun way to involve as much as the fandom as possible as so many people have very unique, fantastic and interesting designs for their interpretations for their self-inserts and I can't think of a better way of appreciating them. 🤩
Bishop Weapons
To anyone who reads this, I am curious of your opinion. In terms of signature weapons, Lamb is often assoicated with a short board sword while Narinder is given a Scythe to fit his "Death" title. But what about the other Bishops. While reduced to moral forms, what weapons do you think would become their signature in a combat situation?
SOME SHAMGOAT FOR YA HEART AND HEALTH
HAPPY VALENTINE'S
New person who dis?
Anyways, hi there. I'm relatively new to all this type of stuff so you'll have to bear with me here. Apart from all that, I (hopefully) will be posting anything to do with Cult of the Lamb and dungeon meshi (mainly artworks), but it depends on how my life goes from here on out.
I do hope that I can keep up with this and post regularly but I'm not to good at that soooo...
(Anyways some ideas on what to post would be greatly appreciated 💜💜)
BRO ITS AMAZING, the power in this pose, putting everyone in there place with drugs : )
COTLTOBER day 31: "Fungus". (Late again 😔)
Not very proud of it, although the concept was good in my head 🥲
Art dump!
REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW UPDATED AND COMIC EEEK!!
Limited-edition shampoo
From Shamura to Shamura made with✨ slay✨
From my research: about 90% of Shamuras suffer from baldness. To solve this problem, the company BishopAU™ came up with this product
Shamura having Narinder be his favorite and vise versa gives me life XD
I mean...Shamura wasn't wrong
Btw,the reason why the design look different is because this was before the bishops found their crowns
I’m technically still on hiatus. I just wanted to post this when the actual ban was going on cuz I use TikTok. Just an update :3
I did a bad…. I just wanted to do a warm up and it ended with…this. Proud of it, but I know now that I don’t know how to relax 😅. Anyways, I have other social medias as well if you want to follow them. Idk how long TikTok will work cuz I’m in the USA and yeah…..anyways, thank you to everyone who has followed and liked! It means absolutely so much to me that at least a few people like my art, and that was my childhood dream to make folks happy with my work🥹! I appreciate every one of you!
I did a bad…. I just wanted to do a warm up and it ended with…this. Proud of it, but I know now that I don’t know how to relax 😅. Anyways, I have other social medias as well if you want to follow them. Idk how long TikTok will work cuz I’m in the USA and yeah…..anyways, thank you to everyone who has followed and liked! It means absolutely so much to me that at least a few people like my art, and that was my childhood dream to make folks happy with my work🥹! I appreciate every one of you!
Shamura said “hold my wine”
Undisputed Knucklebones champion 🎲
Ok, so work has been kicking my ass….
More bunny suits. Ngl, just an excuse to draw some of the Bishops (which turned into all of them) lol had fun with some of these and Leshy was the hardest to land XD oh well, hope someone enjoys this enough 🥹
I have Shamura sketches! Trying to distract myself today but hat to work and serve people today so..
Ngl I was gonna post on Twitter but to depressed with my…..country to even post there but at least instagram and surprisingly TikTok were good…
We are done!!!!! Fungus and disintegrate cupcakes for Halloween is a Nono especially when Nari is dressed as Anubis.
Shamura pinned the lamb with their eldritch spider blade legs and looked the Lamb in the eye… my wrist and head hurt, have a good night, idk when I’ll be back I don’t feel good 😅
@stychu-stych
The old bishop’s
the uncles and the one aunt!
I didn’t add narinder cause he isn’t really a bishop anymore cause he gave his crown to lambert.
Cult of the Lamb Inktober 2023 is done! Tysm for the amazing prompts @imakestuff1987 !
in all I made 31 unique drawings with 27 alt versions (ill post the alts overtime)
quite the enjoyable experience I learned a lot and tried a lot of new things out Im excited to show yall what I can do in the future
ty all for joinin me in this funny art journey we're on now les make it a good one!💖