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Cult Of The Lamb Shamura - Blog Posts
I love Shamura so much:D
Just my design my them
New AU: In Another Life? Explanation: Narinder (Along with her siblings) gets reincarnated into a new life (In our modern world, tho its a thousand years later in the game). In Cultopia (Lame ass name I'm sorry), lives the shrine/church of the Lamb; also known as The God of Death. Along with their 'brother' The Executioner; Aka The Goat; The God of War/Wisdom. However, Narinder always felt uneasy near the shrine/church. Whenever Narinder and her siblings pass by the church/shrine, Narinder swears she can see eyes on her back everytime! But her siblings dismissed it as paranoia. (But she swears she can feel possessive eyes behind her back)
"Narinder"
"Five thousand footsteps in your wet dress"
"Back to the house with your arms round my neck"
"We drank pork soda with tangled legs"
"I won’t forget how you looked at me then"
"I know I'm no sweet prince of love"
"Those times that we got drunk"
"Maybe Jamaica rum"
"Maybe some Jonnie Dub"
"Maybe you still think of us"
"Phone buzz, and still I jump"
"Why don't I say it then?"
"I want you all the time"
"Narinder."
"Why can’t we laugh now like we did then?"
"How come I see you and ache instead?"
"How come you only look pleased in bed?"
"Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again!"
[Pineapples are in my head](Pineapples are in my head)
Got nobody 'cause I’m brain-dead (Got nobody 'cause I’m brain-dead)
Pineapples are in my head (Pineapples are in my head)
Got nobody 'cause I’m brain-dead (Got nobody 'cause I’m brain-dead)
"NARINDER!"
"Yes Shamura?"
(End Note: This has LambNariGoat because I want this cat to be sandwiched between these two)
Will update this when I have the time/motivation
I promise I'm done with the baby Nari drawings lol
Shamura and goat first time meeting! :D
Shamura forgot what personal space is.
I changed their eyes to black :3
The goat may have not won the fight, but he won the spiders heart 💜
Goat meets his new step-son! :D
Raising four kids alone was a tough decision
Did they regretted it?
No :)
I am very much arachnophobic
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But there is only one exception for me—
Shamura and Webber! :D
(He is their son and I will not take no for an answer.)
I mean, he leaned to close to the spider web, of course he would have get caught by the spider ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He has his own thoughts about this situation~ (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
(This version of the goat belongs to my friend, I will post my version of my goat someday! :D)
(Also I’m very indecisive on how I want my version of Shamura to look like so they will be changing visually al sometimes when I post drawings of them TwT)
What a loving family
I’m sure nothing bad will ever happen to them at all :D
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I just want them to be happy man
Trying to come up with a Shamura design that sits right with me. This spider is ironically giving me a migraine ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა
The final bishop Shamura, this one was the hardest to draw out of all four bishops but I think did good.
I will try and post tomorrow but I feeling a bit under the weather so don’t know just have to want to see how tomorrow goes.
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.
SOME SHAMGOAT FOR YA HEART AND HEALTH
HAPPY VALENTINE'S
Decided to put my art on Tumblr just because
I finally got a height chart down with all the bishops designs!! Designs may change as I continue to draw everyone, but so far I like how they all turned out!! >:]
I need practice drawing the other bishops so take some concept ideas for two sets o' chains!
May or may not keep things, but just fun trying to figure out how to draw these tragedies
Working on how I wanna draw the bishops! (I need to draw them more often than just Leshy and Narinder)
Kallamar and Shamura are my least confident to draw, but I'll get their designs down eventually
Shamura and lamb fighting over Narinder, but narinder is just chilling in the foreground not caring in the slightest, living his best life
Narinder is definitely chilling, trust me.
me and who
".... He of Havoc, He of Blight, She of Hunger, They of might. He that lays a soul to rest. Five remain out of hundreds blessed."
For now, I'm trying to take my time on making next pages (Btw thank you @/kata-the-bee for nice words :3 ), for now, you get a fanart of Shamura. If anyone wonders why Shamura is crying, don't worry, I'll make probably each bishop cry 😊.
Doodles 😀 My art-style THEORETICALLY doesn't change, I just use diffreant techniques and stuff. ALSO I CANNOT JUST NOT MAKE OVERDECORATED CHARACTERS, I just add some line then another and then suddenly Kallamar ends up with make-up. Also...
GOAT X SHAMURA CANON???? THAT'S SO COOL LIKE- BECAUSE IT'S LIKE OPPOSITE OF LAMB X NARINDER LIKE YIPPIE
Taking place during the main game.
I’m gonna pretend Anne died in a cool way, not that I accidentally sacrificed her to the rat.
I like to pretend in my brain that on crusades it’s actually my followers coming with me and not that I’m allowing a demon into them. So that’s how it’s gonna work in No Devotion because it’s my house and I can do what I want.
I’m trying to find that sweet spot where I don’t spend ten years colouring cause I hate colouring but also so these don’t look like ass.
Followers are Anubis (or Anne) she/her, based on a Dutch Shepard. Nobre he/him and Puar they/he, they’re siblings and both Akitas. Can you tell I like dogs, all my favourite followers are dog.
Fear the God of War