#cotl writing

[randofellow]

Heket has made dishes for Narinder, Leshy, Herself, Kalimar, Shamura, The Goat (Ares), The Lamb (Andy), and Yngya, they're too good to eat so took a quick pic with descriptions.. but theres a problem..

the dishes dont have names so i need your help to name them

Delicious i knowrrr right??? so! name them whatever you like to name them for funsies

[thesweetestalyssum]

Two weeks (felt way longer lol) and seven - soon to be eight when I start edits - drafts later, and Chapter 2 of Indebted to Death is finally complete!

Now I just need to have it pass through my beta reader, N, and then edit it afterwards and I'll be ready for publishing! In other good news, I broke 10k words with this chapter! That's a new personal record! I'm really proud of myself! 🖤

To those who gave my fic a chance and subbed to it on AO3, thank you so much for your patience! It'll just be a while longer! I promise I'll slow down a little bit from here on to avoid burning out. And to any potential newcomers, I hope you'll stop by and give it a sample! Even if you decide it's not your cup of tea, I appreciate you takin' a peek all the same! 🖤 https://archiveofourown.org/works/83075406/chapters/218774066

[thedamnedlamb]

Crown questions for fun world building purposes-

How do Crowns work?

Do they have preset domains or is a domain dependent on something else like environment or how the bearer obtains it?

Are they sapient?

Do the other crowns have animal forms or is the red crown special?

What’s your Lamb and Narinders relationship with the red crown?

What’s the Bishops relationship with their respective crowns?

Is there other crowns that just haven’t been found yet? What’s shapes and colors

What’s going on with Haro and Chemachs crowns?

Does someone/thing create the crowns or do they just appear out of the ether?

Do crowns affect their users in any way besides giving them powers?

Are they picky about their bearers?

Can they even willingly choose their bearers?

Are they their own separate being or an extension of their bearers?

How much control do they have over their bearers actions? How much free will do they have?

Is their relationship with their bearers beneficial for both parties or is it just beneficial for only one party?

Is it a parasite?

Do they have good intentions or bad? Or is it morally grey intentions?

Are they connected to the mystic sellers in anyway? (The whole eye motif, the mystic sellers kinda look like big anthro crowns if you squint)

What happens when a bearer wears it for a extended period of time? (Longer than the bishops would have.)

Can they be destroyed?

Add your favorite Crown headcanons if you want!

[shrimpsketchy]

This happened in my game today

(A follower)Gretyon: Great leader!! *runs over*

Lamb: *stops walking while looking back* yes?

Gretyon: Great Leader, I was telling Tyar (another follower)how much you have done for us

Gretyon : and..they... they...

Lamb: they..?

Greyton: They fell in love with you instead! And I can't compete with one such as you... will you marry them? (Accept Quest or -25th Faith)

Lamb: *eyes widened* ….

Lamb: I- WHAT???? You had me get flowers from the darkwood, make you two a fancy vegetable feast, all of this just for them to fall for me??

Gretyon: It be deeply appreciated if you could follow through of something I couldn’t do…

Lamb: I am not going to-

Greyton: Great Leader please… I know them with you would be best… *lightly smiles*

Lamb: … *sighs* fine… (Accepts Quest)

Greyton: *smiles more* Oh thank you! *runs off*

*Lamb is now alone*

Lamb: … Tyar… hmmm who are they again? *goes and finds a hedgehog named tayar*

Lamb: Yeah I don’t want them…, Greyton has given up..

Lamb: *sighs annoyed* What im I gonna do?

Lamb: hmm..

*After lamb thinks for a while*

Lamb: *idea pops up*… That would be really funny..

(Next day)

*After the daily sermon a ritual was performed, Tayr was sacrificad*

Lamb: *laughs to self* Oh they were right, I do know whats best for them~

*Greyton in the crowd as everyone else cheers*

Greyton: *jaw dropped and shocked* Uh-

(Lamb lost 45 faith for failed Quest)

Lamb: Ahh it was worth it *grins happily*

Lamb: Anyways thats all! I’ll be off in a crusade! *leaves the temple*

(Fun fact) Lamb’s spouse was just eavesdropping behind the rocks, not even working at all during this

[lands-of-the-new-faith-cotl-au]

(Chapter 1 link)

Artist is @ninjagreen99 on Twitter

"Whatever my heart wants, whatever your heart wants, whatever our heart wants. I’ll always say yes time and time again. No matter what, my One True Spirit."

[rose-thornz]

The Aftermath

Here’s a short writing of basically the aftermath of Narinder’s defeat. Please enjoy!

“So,” One of Moonwort’s hands found the Lamb’s shoulder, “I am to assume he did not take the rejection well?”

“Could say that,” Lamb replied leaning against the hybrid, “What happened with you?”

Looking at themself now, the chained blades from their middle uncle did numbers to Moonwort’s body and wings. They could feel their insides working to regenerate every cut and gash. In fact, looking even closer they saw the wounds slowly shrinking. The bruises began to retain their normal colors although they were sure officially it may take hours before they’re back to full health.

“Courtesy of uncle Narinder.”

“Ah..”

The two say in silence. By now everyone would have returned to their homes, no recollection to the battle that had taken place in the gateway. They both should really get up before someone sees them and start quite a panic about seeing their leader battered with injuries alongside their close companion.

Every Bishop was put to the Lamb’s blade in battles just as they had done to them. The God of Death had been defeated, leaving the Lamb as an officially crowned god.

Moonwort had been mourning for a long time since they’ve first regained memories of their uncle Leshy, and every memory from each kin after. Grief was still heavy on their large wings. Their cheeks blackened by the ichor tears that poured from every emotion.

“What now?” Lamb asked.

“Well,” Moonwort sighed before leaning against the Lamb as well, “I will tell you one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“You got..really shitty taste in men.”

A pause.

Then a snort.

Laughter followed right after, but not without the wet sobs that began to mix with the other’s tearful chuckles as well.

[whysoblue2]

AAAAH This submission is TOO CUTE OMG!!! Thank you @sw124💙 It really made me feel better on an absolutely shitshow of a workday! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I couldn’t get enough of @icygrass work, (aka SlishSlashCat on A03) their adorable work has me enthralled! More so this is another tribute to the Seafood polycule thanks to you @whysoblue2 this is a cute little story I couldn’t resist writing. This was partly inspired by ‘Cold in the Cabin’ by icygrass, if you haven’t read it GO READ IT NOW!!!! I love Astaroth and Saleos in that, so much so..this idea formed around them, both taking on-…why should I spoil it for you~ enjoy!]

Cuddle fever

Calm. That was the only word that described today, though welcomed…Astaroth felt uneasy about days like this. Mostly because it meant something was brewing and if anything…it was going to be caused by Saleos. Kallamar was away in Darkwood with Harboyrm and Baalzebub, an so wouldn’t be back till late in the evening, that gave the verdant jellyfish enough time to come up with some convoluted scheme or some new poison to try. Either way he’d have to keep a strict eye on-

“Sir?”

A voice as soft as cotton called to him, turning he spotted Mamu, peeking around a corner. Astaroth was overlooking Ancordeep from one of the balcony’s, deep in meditation when she called out to him. He turned to her, his tone even but soft. “Yes Mamu?”

“Captain Flelis is here to see you, he wishes to discuss the Armada’s latest battle stradegies.” Astaroth nodded to her, ugh…Captain Flelis, how he managed to climb the ranks was beyond him. He was an incompetent starfish who seemed to enjoy lording over people instead of doing his duty as a ships captain. Still, he had a responsibility…even if it meant dealing with this imbecile of a captain.

Astaroth approached Mamu who proceeded to escort him to where the captain is. It was a short walk, at the chambers Mamu bowed and proceeded to leave. Astaroth turned and cleared his throat. “Mamu, go check on Saleos. Report back to me on his recent activities.”

“Yessir.” She called back.

Of course…Astaroth didn’t need her to do that, he knew exactly what the mad alchemist was doing…but he hoped Saleos would notice Mamu’s condition. Poor bug seemed to be coming down with something.

———————————————

She had to be careful, the stairs leading down to Saleos’ lab was pretty steep. I-it’s ok, as long as she held on to the wall she’d be fine. Mamu took slow steps…ever since this morning she felt off, her throat primarily. She had this tickle that was now turning into a scratch, how she managed to keep her tone around Astaroth was surprise. Right now she needed to focus on the stairs, one wrong move and she was gonna take a very long tumble. With grace and concentration she managed to make it to Saleos’ lab. Inside she could hear the gurgles and gagging of the latest batch of volunteers helping with his new elixir.

“I suppose thats all I’m going to get out of you, you’re dismissed.”

The door to lab swung open, Mamu stepped back as a group of followers shuffled out and up the stairs. Some looked ready to throw up, others just walked as if half of their soul was sucked out. She waited till the last follower left before she entered, Saleos; his back to her was studying a vial. Holding it up to the light, tilting it just so to examine the sediments inside.

“The alkaline didn’t fully dissolve, perhaps thats why-“ one eye caught sight of Mamu, she stood poised at the door. “..and what brings little Peni to my lab?”

“I’m here to see what you’re doing, per orders from-“ Mamu paused, Saleos had his full gaze on her. Oh dear did she have something on her outfit? A quick look down showed nothing, yet Saleos was staring at her with a rather…unusual intensity. “Um…p-per orders from Astaroth, to see what you were-“

Was it her…or was the room darker than usual, not to mention it was rather…warm and…clammy? Saleos normally kept his lab at a comfortable temp, why did it feel so warm now. If that wasn’t strange enough, everything sounded distant. The small burble of his Bunsen burners and boiling ingredients sounded a mile away and….she felt….strangely-

“….Peni-……hear m-……-er me!”

Was…was Saleos talking? Mamu couldn’t tell, the room was starting to shift now. Tilting, turning like an hourglass. The next thing she knew…she was lying against something soft..that smelled of chemicals and herbs.

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At last the meeting was over, Astaroth swore that imbecile captain was just there to needle him. Not that he doesn’t get enough of that from Saleos…speaking of which; Mamu was due back soon with her report. Hopfully with some luck the mad scientist noticed her condition and sent her straight to bed. He was making his way towards the temple when he heard the sound of tendrils against marble. Rapid little taps drawing closer, pausing he waited. Sure enough just a minute later a figure rounded a corner, Saleos looking to be in a slight panic…carrying Mamu in his arms.

Saleos, seeing Astaroth called out. “There you are, go get medicine and meet me in her room. No excuses!” Before Astaroth could ask what had happened, Saleos disappeared. The general stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of what he both heard and saw..he snapped out of it when a door slammed.

No doubt it was the door to Mamu’s room, Astaroth turned and went to the nearest room. Each of which contained a small medical kit with medicine and basic first aid supplies. Being the god of health there was always a medical kit nearby just in case, mostly for the servants and followers of the temple but still…good in a pinch. He hurries to Mamu’s room, finding the door is open. Upon entering…he see’s Saleos dressing the little one in her nightgown, her sitting there; eyes half closed with…a look he only seen reserved for Kallamar when he returned from the Silk Cradle.

Ridges above the apothecary’s eyes curled up, lips folded in and gently gnawed, hands cupping the child’s now flushed face. Astaroth, for a moment he thought Saleos was just overreacting…till Mamu’s eyes opened. The once bright green was now dull, glazed over and unfocused. “How on earth did you come down with a fever so fast? Haven’t we told you before, if you’re feeling unwell speak to Kallamar at once!”

Odd, Astaroth never seen Saleos so…concerned before, at least not for anyone other than Lord Kallamar that is. How lovingly he was tucking the small bug into her bed, propping her pillows up so she was comfortable. It almost was endearing- oh for the love of- what the hell was he thinking! Saleos was probably collecting notes for later or something. Astaroth approached, setting the first aid kit down beside the apothecary.

“This was the closet one I could acquire, it should have the medicine you need.” Saleos turned to him with a bit of a sneer before opening up the kit, taking out a small blue vial an growled. “This won’t be strong enough…but it’ll do till I can get my personal tools from my lab. Here you administer this while I go get my kit, no excuses.”

Handing the medicine to Astaroth, Saleos hurried out of the room. While it wasn’t uncommon for Saleos growl or needled the general with comments…this tone was out of character for them. This was a ‘doctors’ order, not the mocking kind he’d take up to annoy him. Well..despite that Astaroth did as told. Sitting on the edge of the plus bed, he offered the medicine to the poor child. He furrowed his brow when she didn’t take it, all she did was blink at him.

“Mamu…you need to take this, c’mon I know you can-“ she blinked at him again, yes she could hear him but…Astaroth removed one glove from his hand and slid it over her forehead. It was worse than he thought, reaching over he propped the little bug up a bit, her head tilting back. He pulled the cork from the vial and tipped its contents into her mouth. A soft sigh of relief left his lips as she began to swallow, wincing at the medicines bitter taste. Her fever was worse then expected, slowly he laid her back down. Just then, Saleos returned with his bag in hand.

“Good you’re still here, I need your help with this.” Saleos plopped his bag on the bed, opening it he motioned Astaroth close. “I need you to hold Mamu while I administer the medicine.” Saleos said as he proceeded to assemble a syringe.

“Why would I need to hold her, she’d be far more comfortable lying down wouldn’t she?” Astaroth was prepared for a backhanded remark but…that never came. Instead Saleos turned to him with a gentle yet stern expression. “Individuals with fevers like Mamu’s tend to become delusional prone to vivid hallucinations at times, I need you to hold her in case she starts panicking. Further more the medicine she needs has to be given via injection and I don’t want to risk her-“

Astaroth held up a hand, he cast a glance at Mamu before turning back to Saleos. “Which arm are you administering the injection, she normally sleeps on her left side so I suggest injecting the right shoulder.” Saleos blinked at him, but then turned back to his bag. “I need to inject the medicine into a vein so thats out of the question, now…if you’d be so kind as to hold her for me. Keep her upright, her breathing is labored and I’m concerned she’s might have fluid in her lungs.”

If he could, Astaroth would roll his eyes but he restrained himself. As much as he disliked it…he had to put Mamu in his lap, he tried other methods but either she’d fall back against her pillows or to the side. He…noticed she gotten a bit bigger, she was growing rather fast

“Alright, here we go.” After dabbing a spot clean near the crook of Mamu’s elbow Saleos lined up the needle, pausing when Mamu’s eyes started opening. Saleos watched her, she was looking down at her arm…inwardly started panicking when she started whimpering. “Easy now little one, it’s just medicine. Just to keep your fever down till our Lord Kallamar returns.”

Tilting her head up, Mamu gave a pout and slurred out a response. “Easy…for you ta say…when yer not getting a shot from Papa Saleos….Father….Astsy…” she passed out again, leaving both Saleos and Astaroth in a stunned silence. Astaroth dared to look at the evil apothecary expecting either confusion or indignation…instead he was met with a wide grin and eyes filled with stars. Not quite on the verge of tears but it was definitely close, with a soft clearing of his throat; Astaroth motioned Saleos to finish administering the medicine.

Rolling his three eyes Saleos did as silently told, one quick poke and it was done. The effect was almost immediate, her body though limp had taken on a more relaxed state, her face now regaining its healthy glow. Before Astaroth had a chance to move her…Saleos decided to play his usual games. Astaroth should’ve seen the push coming but was too preoccupied with Mamu to notice. Ugh he could kick himself, but he couldn’t. He was now laying on his back with a child curled on top of him, worst yet was that damn apothecary laying next to him with that smug grin on his face.

“You make a nice bed, did you know that general?” Teased Saleos, Astaroth opened his mouth to talk but Mamu in her sleepy state reached over and grabbed Saleos and..with surprising strength pulled him close, hugging around his neck..

The doctor and general stared at each other…each sharing the ‘not a word’ glare but…succumbing to the inevitable. After some adjusting the three were nestled comfortably, at least there wasn’t anything else for Astaroth to do and Saleos didn’t have any other plans.

The two were so busy getting comfortable…..neither one noticed Kallamar watching from the doorway, hand over his mouth, covering not just a smile but stifling a squeal of delight.

He’d wait a bit before joining them.

End.

[Eh, may not be the best but damn it I WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE! Hehe still I hope you all enjoy, especially you Blue]

[loloelia]

Hey so.....i already have an au BUT....I got an idea for another one....

So basicly Lamb gets executed and meets Narinder and all the basics but when the Lamb comes back to life BUT

The Bishops havent left ,and when Shamura sees the red crown ,theyre a little shocked but start to think that the Lamb is just Narinder ,a little sibling ,and theyre so happy that all the younger sibling dont really want to take their happiness away and so they dont try to stop it ,and the Lamb theyve never felt such love so they accept it,they accept Shamura's hug,and before akyone could do or even say anything ,Shamura just walks away the Lamb still close to them and orders the other to follow ,wich Leshy does first cuz hes kinda confused ans hes like "maybe it is narinder,but whys he Nice now ?" But the older siblings follow because theyre concerned ,the lamb could still hurt them.

And time passes and Shamura DID NOT let go of the Lamb ,they bring them to their sermon ,and theyre like "Oh my dear followers five had become four and now four becomes five again"(still thinking the lamb was Narinder) followed by mostly them reapeating that sentence ,

now now the Lamb was confused because the GOD OF WAR WHO KILLED THEM is all happy ,telling stories ,being always so happy Narinder's back and hes being better (hes very much not )

And Leshy after a while when Shamura's telling stories to all the siblings he kinda grabs the lamb's wool ,and realizes its the lamb not narinder and honestly......HES DOES NOT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK

Hell hes happy he got another sibling to annoy ,and one that is smaller than him so its even better to annoy. And this one cant really hurt them ,since their arm is always in the claw of the god of WAR ,so they kinda just accept it ,and plays with this New sibling(he just pulls their wools, trows dirt on them ,and play with their bell)

Now after a while ,the Joy of shamura is replaced by their usual headaches,so shamura stays in bed ,and you know the lamb doesnt have to be glued to their side ,so they go out into silk cradle and everyone bows to them because you know ,shamura introduced them as the fufth bishop ,as narinder. But as they go deeper into silk cradle ,and they stumble on some random dissenter,and they get killed because ,well ratau was never there to teach them how to fight,

And so they die and narinder is fucking PISSED, because the lamb was supposed to free him ,not follow shamura around as the fifth sibling ,as HIM . But lamb ,they liked being cradled like they never got to be by anyone ,so they ask "But my lord... what if instead ......i convinced your siblings to free you.....?"

Now ,Narinder is NOT CONVINCED ,because he doubts his siblings would ever do that but he rolls his eyes and says "little lamb. Your plan is doomed to fail. But i will give you one single chance now go ,vessel. Youre next time here will be the last thing you will ever see"and so he let them go

Back to the living world their back in shamuras temple ,right next to shamura's room ,where shamura is bleeding right there on their bed ,while kallamar gets them new clean bandages ,the lamb is obviously saddened and tries to step in the room but is stopped by Heket grabbing their collar holding them in the air looking at the lamb with a cold glares ,the lalb knows that while shamura always want them around ,leshy plays with them all the time,and kallamar is too scared of the red crown's powers , Heket never even looked their way,

And now that she did,it was terrifying ,no words were qpoken until one moment when her gaze left the lamb's eyes and she said "not...now.....little lamb....not....now....." before putting them down gently and getting in shamura's room and closing the door behind her

.........

(Wait......im turning this into a fucking novel when no one cares ,so anyway if you see this @joffyworld (sorry for the tag)or anyone really,well first thank you oh my god and also can ya tell me if you want me to continue or if il being a weird ass bitch ??)

( also lil drawing of this)

( Short story )