I Love How Nathan Scream Laughs Whenever The Comments Praising Him Effusively Comes Up

haircut time,,, ✂️‼️

(I like to think that angela used to be a hairstylist for some reason.. 👀)

An Old Face

Sorry for the long ass comic, it wasn't intentional I swear-

This scene takes place after the lamb kills the third bishop and unlocks Sin of the Flesh, curiosity gets the better of the Lamb and sure enough, the results are overwhelming. Since then, Crowne just kinda decided to stay in this form whenever he is wandering about as it brings the lamb a bit of comfort.

They know their brother is gone, but they can't help but cling to a false version of him.

re-educate

Grumbling immensely

Grumble grumble…

Yea.

Not to preach anarchy/wanton rebellion, but like Big Bird in that one meme, we riot at dawn.

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

I just needed to stay awake during art history, and the professor’s speaking style of a gentle summer breeze did not help, so I drew this.

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

I love familial familiars, actually

Inanna who, over time, has come to think of Muriel as the socially awkward baby brother who's taking too long to figure things out on his own for her patience

Inanna who will "accidentally" bump against you just as she's walking by, since she can tell he's been craving a hug for hours and just hasn't brought himself to initiate one

Inanna who regularly attempts to feed the chickens herself so that Muriel can discover the delights of a slow morning waking up at the same time that you do (it doesn't work, the poultry are terrified of her)

Inanna who eventually receives the equivalent of the "I'm a big boy now, you don't have to worry about me anymore" talk from Muriel at some point, and merely responds with a disbelieving stare

I was on a call with my friend, explaining to her the unnecessarily complex lore of my COTL AU and how my lamb is such a guilt ridden mess while simultaneously drawing this out.

So anyways might draw out a story map of how this AU will play out since it’s so complicated to explain even for me at this point lol

What little guys!

Colored the wip I posted earlier! I’ll be using this as my own reference when I draw the characters again :] I absolutely adore their designs