Three-eyes-fox - My Secret Art Acccount Ehe - Tumblr Blog

do you think either of them would be tumblr users at any point

Testing out if putting in traditional art would look good or not

I’m basically treating this whole ask hs au thing as an art experiment at this point

Lamb would 100% get into it and force narinder to join them, absolutely

The Wedding

Oh the joys of miscommunication and lacking agency, it will be beautiful when I'm done with this little comic of doodles and random filler villagers :)

Freedom...

Something about the lambs first resurrection not being perfect. Something about their wound from being decapitated taking an unnaturally long time to scar & heal.

Narinder, who came up with the technique, was chained down & locked away for it (and probably other reasons idk). How many times he actually practiced performing it, before he was put in a glorified cone ? Well, that's something the Lamb found out the hard way. No worries though, he gets better at it.

(Idr how lore accurate this is but hear me out)

Part 23

Everytime I post a new part, I’m surprised with myself aha

It’s the first time ever a do a comic and I’m surprised I’m still going with it

It’s my biggest project so far aaah

For now, I have it planned until part 32!!

But I think the entire story would be 50 part at least

he hates cleaning

Just a thought

I keep seeing fanfics or comics where Lamb is angry at Narinder for betraying him by asking him to sacrifice himself to free him.

But who really betrayed the other?

Narinder never promised Lamb eternal life.

He saved him from death and lent (and I emphasize lent) him the Red Crown so that Lamb could avenge them both by killing the Bishops.

Throughout the whole process, Narinder always helped Lamb by resurrecting him whenever he died and giving him advice.

Lamb is no stranger to sacrifice. He himself sacrificed several of his followers to Narinder to gain more power. He also saw the Bishops’ followers sacrifice themselves before a fight to give the Bishop more power.

Narinder has been imprisoned for thousands of years by his own brothers and sisters out of jealousy (as mentioned in the new DLC).

His chains were broken, but he likely needed more power to escape the afterlife as a god.

As a result, he had no choice but to ask Lamb to sacrifice himself for him. After thousands of years chained, anyone would do anything they could to escape that hell.

All Narinder wanted was to resurrect his followers, and that attracted the jealousy and fear of his brothers and sisters.

I keep thinking about how the game developers said that the game is designed to make Lamb become cruel without the player realizing it.

(Sacrificing followers for trivial things like new fleeces)

And I think that refusing to free Narinder (after everything he did for Lamb) is the single most cruel act.

Aym & Baal appreciation draws cus why not

The first thing I ever did from start to finish in Aseprite. I still remember sitting in a Discord call with one of my friends who guided me through this. He is much more experienced than me, when it comes to pixel art... ...or art in general. XD

Two Days Left Until Contributor Applications Open!

The Zine schedule has been extended a bit to give contributor sorting and final zine assembly more time. The Carrd has been updated accordingly.

The schedule now looks as follows:

17th October - Contributor Applications Open

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10th November - Contributor Application Results

10th December - First Check-In

10th January - Second Check-In

10th February - Final Check-In and Submissions

1st March - Zine Release

This will give everyone 10 days to submit their applications and give the mod team 2 weeks to sort through everything. Thank you for understanding!

Random thought from a dream

Narinder being short

I don't mean in a haha he's an inch or two shorter than the lamb

I'm talking comical short

So short, the lamb had to stop and had to focus on not laugh after defeating Narinder

Cuase, the cat is tallest in god form, so certainly, he would be tallest in mortal form.

Nah, he smoll and angy

If, theoretically, a huge nerd decided to make some Cult of the Lamb desktop pets, who would you want to see first??

One must imagine Narinder pregnant. Send post

DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DOODLETUDTU I LOVE THIS BRUSH

stream sketches featuring my inability to decide on a style to draw a couple gay furries smh

Well- Is it considered gay when the Lamb is non-binary?

Also Ulquiorra is there cause of course he is.

A book in Beleth's hands is a dangerous weapon... :>

THE SMOOCH HAPPENED SHOW US THE SMOOCH

Narilamb smooch let's go

Part 2: link

mwah mwah mwah

Part 1: link

Kind of continuation to this comic.

The first thing he opens his eyes to—

———

“Narinder?”

Too loud. Too bright. Too much. Even through closed eyelids and flattened ears. His head pounded behind his eyes. A rhythmic thumping so loud in his ears. A noise he was so unused to. A mortal sound.

Pain was a blinding experience when one was no longer numb to it. The One Who Waits could only huddle in one spot and cling to his own shoulders with claws he couldn’t not yet control enough to retract. He knew where he sat, but he was not going to allow the recognition to settle.

Hurt lanced across his chest, his wrists. He wanted it to stop. This was not how things were supposed to go. He’d planned for so long. How could this have happened?

Narinder chose wrong. He chose wrong. He chose the wrong vessel. His vessel who built him up, built a Temple in his name, raised devotion! His vessel who then tore him down and reduced him to this quivering mess of a new mortal.

How he wished they’d chosen to kill him instead. To have ended his millennia of suffering, not extend it further.

He chose wrong.

The physical hurt now ran in tandem with the emotional. How could they do this to him? When he saw them choose… he thought that maybe things would go right. He would be free and his vessel tucked safely in their own little heaven… but he saw them return the Red Crown to their own head. That damned Lamb!

The one he gave life to! The one he saved!

Betrayed by one he trusted so—

Now he was here. Now he was mortal. How foolish of him.

“…Narinder?” Faust’s voice was gentle, no doubt a front put on for the followers (they should be HIS) that he could hear hanging about in curiosity. (Insects to be squashed! How dare they look upon his visage and see him in this form!)

Narinder knew that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but hatred in theirs. After all, he ordered his vessel to sacrifice themself. And after all, this was not something his vessel was willing to do. Would such an ask not generate hatred in one unwilling?

Either way, the refusal… the betrayal… has generated hatred within Narinder and when he returned to strength… he would make them pay.

There was no point in putting things off.

Narinder cracked open an eye, blinking rapidly against the blinding light, prepared to see the Lamb standing before him with a weapon in hand. (They’d be foolish not to, what if he chose to attack?)

Instead, the Lamb kneeled before him (why kneel now and not then?), a bowl of water in hand and fake concern across their face. They were still covered in spots of their blood and Narinder’s ichor from their battle, fleece torn in places and wool sticking up in different directions. Yet, they were the victor and looked it. Narinder had no doubt that he looked worse.

He felt worse.

Light from the setting sun lit against Faust, brightening them in almost a halo. It would be beautiful sight… if not for the knowledge he had.

“Betrayer.” Narinder rasped. It came out wrong. He wanted it to be a hiss. A snarl. But it was a wheeze of air at best. His throat hated it. He hated it.

Faust had the gall to shake their head. They opened their mouth to speak, but Narinder beat them to it.

“Betrayer. I never should have chose you. A lamb that defiled my name. My Temple for their own!” He slowly devolved into a rant. A proper tantrum for the ages. Spitting insults that brought gasps of shock from those around them, a few being hands to weapons (garden tools at best), and yet Faust did not react.

If he had taken a moment, he would have noticed their eyes darken to sadness and a frown overtaking their features. He would have noticed the hurt. The Crown trying to get his attention that he had chosen the wrong subject for his ire. But he was understandably focused on his own.

“I wish not to see you! I wish not to be here! Kill me, Usurper! End the suffering you drag out further!” Narinder’s voice had torn by the end, quieted by the force he attempted to put behind it and sounding as if he’d been exposed to the smoke of fires for hours.

He’d begged at the end. Begged to be killed and put out of his misery. And again the Lamb ignored this.

When Narinder was done, panting harshly and lying against the ground as his body turned tired, Faust stood from their kneel and turned to a she-rabbit. They placed the bowl of water in her hands.

“Take him to a tent. I feel he would be calmer if I were not in his line of sight. Have someone come to me if he attempts to attack anyone. Make sure he drinks. Make sure he eats. Force him to if you have to, but be careful. He has not eaten in a long while.”

The she-rabbit bowed her head as Faust turned without a second look to Narinder and strode towards the Temple. His temple no longer.

Narinder could only squirm and attempt at clawing, glaring at Faust’s back as he was dragged away with the help of two other followers. Kicking and screeching, he vowed to himself that the Lamb would pay for this.

They all would pay.

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Quick Oneshot that may not stay canonical, or it may stay as a companion piece. The image will stay canonical as the first thing Narinder sees upon his indoctrination. For now, it’s a prompt for myself.

I plan to do the main fic series from Faust’s POV, but I wanted to play around with some of Narinder’s thoughts. I don’t know if it worked though, I have a hard time thinking how someone might react in hatred so I hope I got it close enough.

Hope you like it!

How does one kill Death? ...Alas. One cannot.

angry little bush (with booze)

Naughty worms are sent to Air Jail

I’ve been playing cult of the lamb lately and did some narinder doodles!