Cotl Leshy - Tumblr Posts
Do I need to say he's my favourite? But anyway I kinda see Leshy as one of the most expressive of the siblings (the other one being Kallamar), but also the type that won't dare to show fear or sadness (as to not appear weak in front of his elders) Yet he's playful and chaotic (obviously, hah) I may or may not draw other bishop's expressions too...
do you think leshy loved painting? do you think narinder hung every one on his wall?
do you think heket loved singing? do you think narinder loved hearing her voice?
do you think kallamar loved music? do you think narinder sat with him, listening to song after song written by the most skilled of his followers?
do you think shamura loved riddles? do you think narinder was stumped every time until they told him the answer?
do you think narinder loved whittling? do you think his family loved the small wooden versions he made of their crowns?
do you think they regret taking all that away?
five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes Nothing.
i think all the siblings of the old faith did art before their respective tragedies
leshy painted masterpieces. each of his siblings has a painting of themselves in their temples, and his followers sacrificed art pieces to him, before he lost his eye.
heket sang beautifully. she wrote songs for all her siblings, which are still played in their temples, and her followers always sang during sermons, before she lost her throat.
kallamar played any and all instruments. he orchestrated magificent pieces for all his siblings, which are played without knowledge of their background, his followers had to learn instruments for indoctrination before he lost his ears.
shamura wrote impossible riddles. they had one for each of their siblings, and only heket and narinder managed to figure out theirs, the others of which are still thought about today, and their followers sacrificed everything to them, begging for answers before they lost their mind and forgot the answers.
narinder whittled intricate designs. all his siblings had mini wooden versions of their crowns that they carried with them often before, his followers sacrificed and burned hardwoods for him before he was chained.
leshy can no longer paint.
heket can no longer sing.
kallamar can no longer play.
shamura can no longer remember.
narinder can no longer whittle.
they have stolen the others' abilities to create.
have they stolen the others' abilities to love?
Narinder returns to his bed. It is nighttime, and all are asleep, but he sleeps the latest of all, save for the Lamb. He cannot sleep when others are awake in case of the assassination attempts that he now fears.
He lays himself down, but finds that his pillow has a lump. Upon further inspection, it is a piece of wood and a knife. What?
Was someone trying to kill him, placing the knife under his pillow to cut him in his sleep?
He holds the wood and the knife. He is supposed to do something with this, isn't he? His hands shift, and he holds the knife with his thumb on the base of the blade, his hands moving on its own.
He knows not what he is doing. He knows not what he is creating, but it feels so good to do. He remembers shapes, built in wood, crafted in hours.
His hands shake. The nerves in his wrists and forearms are permanently damaged from the centuries he spent in godly handcuffs. Nonetheless he continues. It has been so long since he created, rather than destroyed, and it is addictive.
Some unknowable amount of time later, in his hands he holds a rough shape of his youngest brother. He holds it to his chest. But it is not enough.
He could sculpt life-size, detailed statues of his siblings in the past. It is not enough to have a small, rough shape. He needs more.
His hands shake as though the earth were moving beneath him. He carves out small details at first, then smaller and smaller, from the tiny horns to the crosses embedded in his skull. His hands shake harder.
In a tremble of his barely controlled hands, he snaps off the neck of the bishop.
He cannot create.
He buries his head in his useless, dead hands, and cries.
do you think leshy loved painting? do you think narinder hung every one on his wall?
do you think heket loved singing? do you think narinder loved hearing her sing?
do you think kallamar loved music? do you think narinder sat with him, listening to song after song written by the most skilled of his followers?
do you think shamura loved riddles? do you think narinder was stumped every time until they told him the answer?
do you think narinder loved whittling? do you think his family loved the small wooden versions he made of their crowns?
do you think they regret taking all that away?
five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes Nothing.
Narinder returns to his bed. It is nighttime, and all are asleep, but he sleeps the latest of all, save for the Lamb. He cannot sleep when others are awake in case of the assassination attempts that he now fears.
He lays himself down, but finds that his pillow has a lump. Upon further inspection, it is a piece of wood and a knife. What?
Was someone trying to kill him, placing the knife under his pillow to cut him in his sleep?
He holds the wood and the knife. He is supposed to do something with this, isn't he? His hands shift, and he holds the knife with his thumb on the base of the blade, his hands moving on its own.
He knows not what he is doing. He knows not what he is creating, but it feels so good to do. He remembers shapes, built in wood, crafted in hours.
His hands shake. The nerves in his wrists and forearms are permanently damaged from the centuries he spent in godly handcuffs. Nonetheless he continues. It has been so long since he created, rather than destroyed, and it is addictive.
Some unknowable amount of time later, in his hands he holds a rough shape of his youngest brother. He holds it to his chest. But it is not enough.
He could sculpt life-size, detailed statues of his siblings in the past. It is not enough to have a small, rough shape. He needs more.
His hands shake as though the earth were moving beneath him. He carves out small details at first, then smaller and smaller, from the tiny horns to the crosses embedded in his skull. His hands shake harder.
In a tremble of his barely controlled hands, he snaps off the neck of the bishop.
He cannot create.
He buries his head in his useless, dead hands, and cries.
(based on this post)
a piece of paper lays underneath leshy's pillow, unnoticed.
one day, as he reaches underneath, he finds it.
his hands cross it, but detect no physical signs of writing.
merely a blank sheet of painter's paper.
...
isn't he supposed to do something with this?
he reaches into the mud.
he has not seen mud in many years. the crown could not give him sight, even if he was a god. he could only sense its presense and know it was there.
now, without the crown, he could see nothing.
mud, he remembered, was brown. what was brown again?
it had been so long, he could not remember.
his muddy fingers scrape the paper, forming some sort of shape that he does not know.
what is he doing?
time time time later he still holds the paper. his hand is devoid of mud.
he does not know what is on it, whatever it may be.
i miss painting, he might think, if he could remember something so long ago.
on the paper is a perfectly drawn, muddy crown.
in the center is a triangular eye, stained green with grasses.
leshy leaves the paper outside to blow away in the hot nighttime breeze.
after her throat was cut, did heket try to scream?
did she starve?
did she bleed?
after his eyes were taken, did leshy try to see?
did he cry?
did he bleed?
after his ears were taken, did kallamar try to hear?
did he strive?
did he fear?
after their mind was taken, did shamura try to shed a tear?
did they think?
did they fear?
five does not become four if they already were nothing.
New goat just dropped. Let’s GOOO
some trod au doots
Sibling competition except it's Leshy proving he has more rizz than Narinder (they are both horrifically incompetent)
Leshy cat featuring my oblivious yellow cat sunflower ❤️
I’ve been seeing a lot of leshy art and got leshycat brainrot inspired
Got bored, made COTL fanchildren
1: Ruth (Narinder x Lamb)
2: Jasmine (Leshy x Yellow Cat)
Turned the Cult Of The Lamb bishops as ponies, as I do with all my hyperfixations now.
Extra info for this COTL/MLP AU below the cut.
Shamura: Alicorn/changeling mix, pony name is Smokeshade Glides, originally a unicorn/changeling mix before being an alicorn
Kallamar: Alicorn/siren mix, pony name is Typhoon Melodies, originally an earthpony/siren mix before being an alicorn
Narinder: Alicorn, pony name is Rotting Bird, originally a pegasus (with slight changeling) before being an alicorn
Heket: Alicorn, pony name is Crimson Fangs, originally an earthpony before being an alicorn
Leshy: Alicorn/draconequus mix, pony name is Havoc Viper, originally a pegasus/draconequus mix before being an alicorn
![My Personal Designs For All The Bishops! :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c17f7c22aad82619cd362d8b750d3cea/f77ecbf552410353-34/s500x750/0419d47bc19fce00232f8cbcc59f187d1e71086b.png)
![My Personal Designs For All The Bishops! :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8eded252fc4b942531743edbf97fb9df/f77ecbf552410353-ec/s500x750/d1011f98ebc36e87bc6dda939dbe624764a1cd30.png)
![My Personal Designs For All The Bishops! :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/689e79d0ad9b206b8af2adb617493c0a/f77ecbf552410353-61/s500x750/350294670ed2bf70170a74d12d9a7a1777c0e257.png)
![My Personal Designs For All The Bishops! :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f5a2becc8632c32acad708badba11227/f77ecbf552410353-89/s500x750/55daedf0efb62e736e7dde3528a6fa74c0a98737.png)
My personal designs for all the Bishops! :]
LESHY X CATTO
just a random doodle i made 🧍 I forgot who made this ship so if yk pls @ them 😔
I love the fanart that these goobers have.