Don't Mind Me Cotl Fandom , Just Couldn't Keep This Post In The Liked Section Only

I know the sentiment of the day gets swept up into romantic love a lot, but I think it's important to remember that today wasn't about romance. It was about love, of all kinds, and there is no greater love than to love yourself.

If you spent the day alone, like I did, then don't feel like you've missed out or were undeserving in some way. Instead, take from today that you are enough without needing someone else beside you. You have come so far, often times without a loving voice beside you. You survive the trials and tribulations of life every day, in a way that is entirely unique from anyone else in the entire world.

You did that, nobody else.

Happy end to Valentine's Day everyone, remember to love yourself above all. I hope you all find the self-appreciation you deserve in life. It's hard, but you can do it.

There's only one of you, and they're perfect.

They always will be <3

this,,, this does it for me,, ooch-

The fear of forgetting your face.. 🥀

So the music loving tribe thing, made more lore for it:

When they were young, the lamb’s tribe had been moving around all across the old faith lands to escape from the slaughter. From rocky hills to caves to forests, until lastly near the sea.

They settled in a hill near the sea where it’s was far enough from the main land, the new land had vast meadows and a large enough shore to build bonfires.

The flock couldn’t arrange celebrations while they were hiding in forests (fearing it’s might draw attention to them) so in there they went wild with them ;new instruments, new dances , new decorations made with the shiny shells in the shoreline , new cuisines and a new common song.

Sang by honey like voices and preformed by masterful musicians, this melody became the symbol of their new home and a reminder of hope for coming generations.

Lamb would always sing it in their free time ; sitting by the sea collecting exotic rocks & colorful shells. They sang it, hummed it , played it on the conch and choreographed a personal dance for it. It almost became a prayer for them.

But after their tribe’s slaughter, that warm melody became a cold reminder of their home and a symbol of lost hope. Little by little they started to hum it less, they stopped singing it, and then they have forgotten it completely centuries later.

i have like 13 cotl au related writing drafts in here and all of them are angst. They're completely incomprehensible bc i'VE YET TO WRITE THE INTRODUCTION

but any way , alternative universes with different bovine as cult leaders & different TOWW and bishops with LORE

"A shared will, a shared hand- my lord's claws are my own, and I faithfully carry out their every wish."

COTLtober Day Twenty Nine: Claws

I forgot to post this yesterday in the interest of going to bed. Bed is important, but also this. Anyways, I feel Not Great right now, but I am Surviving, and you should to. Go drink water, take your meds if you haven't, eat something if you're hungry, and keep living. That's it, send post.

HELLOOO SAILORRR

Woe Bishops of the Old Faith be upon ye! 🐛🐸🐈‍⬛🦑🕷️

you ever see something so hurtie that you have to stare at the distance for a moment (please i’m in public i can’t do this rn ueuwueue,,)

woe be upon ye

once again ,Joffy never misses with creating poetry that makes a 19th century poet ascend. <3

"I see strange faces come and go, they mutter "we love you""- owie my heart :(

"I remember the eyes that peered down and gazed upon the windows of my soul with unknowable intent. How they scanned every detail of my form, how they analyzed without repent every single finite piece of me as though I were a piece of discarded art, thrown away by its creator, then remembered and gazed upon once more for its flaws, not its graces.". - the way you articulated "flaws triumphs your glory " really butters my bread and cooks a whole breakfast with it.

"Take heart in what companions you trust deeply with your wealth. There lies only one within the five that you should dare to question. You mistrust and pray that that's enough but irony's your predilection. There will come a day where you will say, that you had known for better. You will dull the pain with maddened songs that tell of your grief's measure.

Make your choice, They of War, but pray caution when you move. It is time to right your wrongs, Just make sure your wrongs don't right you."

just- just ... the artistic vocabulary, the emotions' measure from Shamura's plight that you delivered straight into my heart , and ending it with a warning of consequences biting them in the ass. *muwah* AMAZING

Shamura -

They of Knowledge and War

It's hard to remember much these days.

Often it's impossible to remember anything at all,

To recall the finer details and find my way;

It's as if I've been entangled in a darkened red shawl:

I can see beyond the darkness in glimpses of authenticity,

I can reach past the madness and almost touch what has now been repealed.

But there remains a thin veil between myself and the truth;

It feels insurmountable as I fall into my minds' obscurity.

Godly ichor seeps out of the wound naught can yet heal,

I sit there and watch it drip down till they come with more news

Were my past machinations truly mine or those of fate?

It's increasingly difficult to make it back from the fall.

Do I deserve these conditions for living a life full of hate?

I know those who claim to be my siblings don't deserve a life that's so cruel.

Even if I recover what awaits? A world of stability?

Can such a world, with us in it, even be real?

Every day I awake is a veritable who's who.

Did the past-me ever imagine a life of such vulnerability?

Are these the consequences of taking actions guided with zeal?

I see strange faces come and go, they mutter "we love you"

When I gave the order, was I at all even phased?

It seems so out of character, so unusual.

They tell me it was desperation that changed how I behaved;

But would a God of Knowledge really resort to adding to the fire more fuel?

Was it just of us to punish curiosity?

Was it righteous of us to tell our brother to kneel?

It didn't feel correct to leave a sibling askew.

When we plunged the chains through his limbs in this violent atrocity,

Did any of us leave room to heal?

Or had we already broken through the time to heal and break through to you?

Now when I close my eyes I see a void-white gate,

Standing at the end of a long, dark hall.

Traversing the barrier I spy a long-hewn lake,

I bellow loudly to its occupant, but they never hear my call.

I see my voice extend, almost physically, with such velocity.

But it quickly recoils, and is brought to its heel.

It was you whom I had called to,

You, my brother the Lord of Death and magnanimity.

I remember once you heard my voice, I watched it make you reel,

I suppose the voice you least expect is that which has betrayed you.

As I heal slowly all that's left is to ruminate,

Reflect on the ways in which I failed my thrall.

It drives me ever closer to the madness that consumes and degenerates:

Across my mind does it sprawl, a slaughter-hall of the attentive and philosophical.

That which once saw every angle and possibility has ultimately been replaced by this vacant unpredictability.

The madness has caused my brain to slowly allow the crown to congeal.

The crown's influence spreads with its purple-hazed hue,

The cue to allow the crown to finally take responsibility, to be rid of the me that was me and become without humility,

I can feel myself slipping away, until all I can recall is the ordeal;

The ordeal that took you.

I remember walking up to those ivory arches and the cacophony of silence that followed. The wave of the trees from the wind, the exposed roots struggling against the combatant wind at every turn of their opponent.

I remember the darkness filling the air where once there stood nothing, blackened tar swirling with vitriol at every second it hung so loosely in our world. The almost viscous substance that materialised in an instant, and seemed so eager to disappear as quickly as it had come.

I remember the eyes that peered down and gazed upon the windows of my soul with unknowable intent. How they scanned every detail of my form, how they analyzed without repent every single finite piece of me as though I were a piece of discarded art, thrown away by its creator, then remembered and gazed upon once more for its flaws, not its graces.

For long there was silence, glares exchanged and stances readied. Longer still was the time that passed, every second felt an hour, every minute felt a day, yet little passed at all but a matter of minutes in the days stead.

Then it spoke, measured, calm, poised:

"Son of Sun, God of War, God of Knowledge that you are. We beseech you listen closely, for your foes they closely are. They tread and thread within your web so take caution when you spin. The conspiracy lies deep inside, and you are deep within. Illusions of your safety work vice versa with yourself. Take heart in what companions you trust deeply with your wealth. There lies only one within the five that you should dare to question. You mistrust and pray that that's enough but irony's your predilection. There will come a day where you will say, that you had known for better. You will dull the pain with maddened songs that tell of your grief's measure.

Make your choice, They of War, but pray caution when you move. It is time to right your wrongs,

Just make sure your wrongs don't right you."

YEEEEAAAAAAAAA

Hekets for the minority of Heket enjoyers.

I MISSED THE BABY SHOWER NOOOOOOO

Welcome to Lamb's baby shower, this is an event that takes place before Lari's birth, Lamb and Narinder's first born!

During this event I'll open the Cheeps ask box for 3 days, it's up to you to send fun gifts for the Lamb which I'll be replying to with their reaction and cute drawings!

Anon will be on if you're shy as well

"How do I send my gift?"

Simple! just send in an ask like "I gift the Lamb a lifetime supply of diapers" or "Congratulations leader! Here's my gift of a delicious snail pie!", the gift can be absolutely anything! You can roleplay as a follower, your own OC, or just say a random gift, Images are also permitted but not necessary, Keep in mind I'll be drawing out the asks.

"Are there rules?"

There are only two rules for this event: To keep things SFW, and to not name Lari. We may know about all the cheeps right now, but this is set before Lari even had her name decided, so to keep things making some sense, just call her "the baby" :3

You are allowed to send more than one ask!

Event timeline

The askbox will be open from the moment this post is sent, it'll remain open for 2 more days, today counting as the first, and will close December 4th around 6 PM GMT -3, I will start posting the reactions to the gifts on Dec. 5th and by the 9th I should be done posting them all

I'll try to get to all asks but it'll depend on how many I can physically complete, it depends on how many asks I get

I've been planning this little event for a month now, so do have fun with your asks <3