This Zine is to celebrate the fans of Cult of the Lamb and their love of the game with their variations of characters, au's and oc's. Every character you see is inspired by and/or a part of an au from Cult of the Lamb. We love the creativity that has stemmed from this game!
Here is a pin-up Leshy for Godly Scars Pride Month 2026!💚
Kallamar
Me earlier today: "Mh, I can't do much for Pride Month this year, I don't have much time..."
Also me: *Proceeds to make the sluttiest Leshy Pride Pic ever.*
Waterpomato analyses a COTL fan art called "Illusions of their own majesty" of a private dance in a realm of their own between Narinder and the Lamb made by @beeznutz22
Wonderfully Wonderful Wonder
Hiya! Today's artwork is an illusion, a dream of a dance, which is a yearning that comes from the heart. But on a certain level, I can't decide whether it's an illusion or reality. It feels real and fading. My personal knowledge of the Death's Attendant au is nonexistent, which I should have researched beforehand, but every great artwork can stand on its own feet.
The royal purple environment is a mystery, something fading, unstable, and surreal, surrounding the lovers in a fleeting moment. The last dance, in a place of their own. It's a place where the sun doesn't reach, as the only source of light comes from the eyes, the window of the soul, a burning one. Crimson red eyes. Yet, for the Lamb, it is as if a moment of horror, witnessing the last drop of light before it all vanishes. Pow!
Before it ends, there's a crucial question to be asked: Who is leading the dance? It's a passing moment for both of them, and the Lamb grips onto Narinder, not wanting to lose him for any cost, but it appears that Narinder has accepted it a long time ago, loosely holding the Lamb's waist, as if lacking the strength to hold it. Yet, it's all he can do. It's horrifying to think, but it might be the last time the Lamb gets to see Narinder.
The Sin knows. Narinder is below the waist, merely a ghost, losing grip with the ground that used to hold him steady, and now, he is becoming nothing but the sound of the wind. Swish. The essence of his soul, body, and mind are winding with the wind, all pieces of him, which are breaking. Even the soul in his eyes is fleeting, a moment, which the Lamb is witnessing.
Lastly, I have to say this, but the artist is evil for torturing the viewer. We are seeing it in a perfectly balanced square, which generally means stability from an analysis perspective, when I want to cry, as if priming us to accept it. Additionally, not giving us a hint of what Narinder might be feeling is cruel. Is he feeling sorrow, anger, or acceptance? Even a reflection in Lamb's eyes would have been so satisfying, getting a glimpse of what could be going on inside Narinder's head. However, I think that is the artistic goal. QwQ. I hope you have enjoyed reading this, and remember to check my other writing on Tumblr and AO3!
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shoutout to the red crown for manifesting their thoughts so they can dance around like