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New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb

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COTL AU: Cult Of The Wrathful

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| Oh, Great Lamb. Praise Be To You. God Anew...Shal Your Kingdom Rise Above.|

| For All Shal Hear Your Gospel.|

| But Beware, Lamb, For Some Arnt Content To Stay Dead.|

| And Crowns Hold Grudges. |

| CULT OF THE WRATHFUL|

A comic made by milksakex!

dear americans,

as a polish queer woman and human rights activist, i know exactly how you're feeling right now and what to expect from these elections. i lived through the 2015-2023 regime of pis, a right-wing populist party that divided families in the same way trump did. i’ve experienced the rise of fascism in poland, the influence of far-right parties like konfederacja, and their “santa’s little helpers”—ordo iuris, an ultra-conservative catholic organization (banned in many countries, mind you) that helped enforce a near-total abortion ban and runs anti-queer campaigns in public spaces. i supported the black protests in 2016 as a middle schooler when they first tried to ban abortion. as an adult, i actively participated in the 2020 women’s strike, running from police tear gas daily after they finally passed the ban. i supported friends who faced charges.

i’ve lived through intense homophobia in poland as a queer teen and adult. i survived the first pride march in my hometown, where far-right extremists threw stones and glass at us. i endured the anti-queer propaganda spread by the ruling party in state-owned media. i survived the “rainbow night,” poland’s own stonewall moment in summer 2020, when police arrested around 50 queer activists following the arrest of margo, a nonbinary activist. i survived the "lgbt-free zones," the targeted violence, the slurs from strangers on the street, and the protests i held against queerphobia. it was hard as fuck, but i survived.

but just because i survived, it doesn’t mean others did. many women died because of the abortion ban—marta, justyna, izabela, dorota, joanna, maria, and many others who didn’t survive pis’s draconian anti-abortion laws. milo, kacper, michał, zuzia (she was 12), wiktor, and other queer and trans kids and young adults took their own lives because of the relentless queerphobia.

despite all of this, our experience in poland can serve as a guide now. here are some tips for staying safe and how we, polish queers and women, organized under the regime:

safety first, always. if you know someone who’s had an abortion, no you don’t. if you know someone is trans, no you don’t. if you know people who help with safe abortions, no you don’t—at least not until you know it’s 100% safe to share. if you are queer or have had an abortion, only share this with people you trust fully. most importantly, not everyone has to be an activist just because they’re part of a minority. if it feels unsafe to share that you're queer, trans, etc., then don’t. it doesn’t make you any less queer.

use secure, encrypted messaging like signal for conversations on potentially risky topics, such as queerness, abortion, organizing counter-actions, protests—anything that might be used against you.

stay anonymous online. if you want to research or report something without surveillance, do not use regular internet. get a vpn (mullvad is affordable and reliable), download the tor browser (for both onion and standard links), and if you plan to whistleblow, consider using a riseup email account.

organize and build networks. community is everything now. support each other, foster independence, because your government won’t have your back. set up collectives, grassroots movements. create lists of trusted professionals—lawyers, doctors, etc.—who can offer support.

to lawyers and doctors: please consider pro-bono work. this is what got us through poland’s hardest times. your work will be needed now more than ever.

for protests or risky actions: always write a pro-bono lawyer’s number on your arm with a permanent marker.

get to know the anarchist black cross federation and other resources on safety culture: "Starting an anarchist black cross group: A guide"; Still We Rise - A resource pack for transgender and non-gender conforming people in prison; Safe OUTside the system by the Audre Lorde Project;

for safe abortion info or involvement: get familiar with womenhelpwomen.

stay radical, stay strong, stay informed: The Anarchist Library

if i forgot to (or didn't) include something, don't hesitate to reblog this post with other resources.

Happy Valentines Day! :p Here's a black heart bonnie for you all.

Ya know I didn't use to like valentines day, cause it felt like I had to conform to society's standards and find someone to love if I didn't want to. Like, I remember the kids in my class asking me if I had a crush even though we were basically 9. I didn't get it, so I would always say 'no one' or point to the most random person and hope they didn't say anything. Thankfully, they usually didn't and ran off. Nowadays though, I'm really happy when valentines day rolls around cause that means lots of chocolate In the store! And the next day it's all discount so I can get some for me, my siblings and my friends! It's great! Anyway, hope you enjoy the drawing. Maybe ill make a colored version for him.

Twin Deaths (cotl au comic)

“Come on, I have my knives, you have your magic and we both have claws. We have weapons and we have a will! All we need is a goal!” Ba’al said putting a hand on their waist. Their brothers face was flat in a way that made Ba’al a little more desperate to convince him. They thought for a while before a sly smile found their way on their face. Slowly, with drawn out words they said, “And since we’re very much alive, why not travel? Or-”

“Travel?”

Ba’al immediately straightened their posture upon seeing his brother's ears twitch and his eyes light up at the notion. “Yes, that’s what I said.” They hummed, swaying lightly.

Aym spoke slowly with hesitation in his voice. “We..could travel. And if we travel..” Aym looked over at Ba’al to see the sweet smile they bore but Aym could see the smugness in their eyes. “We could find Mom. And if we find Mom we could…hang out. I would like that.” Ba’al’s smile softened and turned into something more genuine. “We could. She’d be so happy to see us- I’m sure she’d make us some of her homemade cookies. You loved those.”

The Sun twin breathed out a chuckle and rocked on their heels. Aym had nodded, fiddling with his cloak ends as he looked away from Ba’als gaze. The thought of a Aym as a little kitten devouring their mothers cookies brought a smile to both twins' faces. “So..?” Aym looked back over to his brother. The hanging word in the air did little to warn Aym of what Ba’al was trying to say. “Are we going?” Oh. The moon twin felt his face flush and mumbled something to his himself. Quickly and with practiced handwork, Aym straighted himself, flapping out his cloak and taking a stronger stance.

“Yes we shall go.” Ba’al mentally leaped up in the air and bounced on their feet. Grabbing their brothers hand they far too quickly rushed over to the trees and unfortunately caused the duo to trip. “Ba’al wait we- oaf!” Aym groaned at their siblings reckless behavior and looked over to see if they were alright. Thankfully they had sustained no injuries nor did they look any less excited (unfortunately). “What did you even trip over?” The question sounded more accusatory then what it meant but Ba’al very happily grabbed a bush off the ground and put it in his lap, ignoring Aym altogether.

“You haven’t met my new friend yet have you?” Ba’al asked, patting the bunch of leaves like it was some sort of pet. It took Aym several minutes to respond. “Have..Did you lose your head in that fall? We havent even been alive for an hour and youre already going off the rock-”

•Pop•

A chaser worm.

There was a chaser worm in Ba’als lap. It stared at Aym while slowly finding a comfortable spot in Ba’als lap. The bushy earthworm started to chitter and shiver from what Aym presumed to be joy. Blinking from his shock Aym kicked the worm harshly, knocking it away and he pounced only to be pushed down. He wiggled and writhed to look up at his brother with a baffled expression. “What are you doing?! That thing needs to be killed-It is a child of Leshy!”

“It’s okay! Look at him!” Ba’al got up off of Aym and rushed over to the trembling worm. The cat looked over the worm before shoving it in Aym’s face. “This is the friend I was telling you about!” They beamed as brightly as the sun. Aym looked at his twin, stunned even. A looks of disgust came upon Aym as he glared at his brother a little. “I- What the fuck.”

“What? He’s cute.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Whatever. We need to talk anyway.”

“About him? He does need a name. What about. Bushy? Wood? Seafoam-”

“No. Something of great importance.... seafoams cute though. Name him Widdle or something.” Aym rolled his eyes when Ba’als retort came along (somethin about how that thing was of great importance) but smiled at Ba’al regaining his joyful behavior. “Look. We need to focus-”

“What about Bumble?”

“Bumble? It is no bee. It is a bushy earthworm. A name of simplicity that reminds one of the forest would be better for it. Something like Sage. Or Briar.”

“Or Shrubby. Simple and woodland, just like you said.” The audacity one must have. For Ba’al to say such a thing- surely they’d know of the shake Aym felt in his core. Such a basic name- like a child! Sure it hit the qualifications he had set but Shrubby? Instead of calling out their siblings' lack of creativity he instead huffed and changed the topic.

“We will travel but there are more important things we need to do. Such as you promise that you will travel with me to all the lands.” He looked pointedly at his twin to make sure the older was paying attention. He was if his ears being pointed towards him meant anything. “And we need to find Him first.”

Ba’al reacted in the usual way they did whenever He was brought up into a topic. They froze for a second, tail twitched and eyes narrowed. But they did not speak a word. No, instead, he stayed looking at the worm in his arms but his tail was still and his ears were slanted somewhat. In fact Ba’al didn't gie Aym any other indication that they were listenitng other then the tells. His attention was seemingly on that filthy little worm that dozed off in his arms. Aym waited with growing impatience, his twins words.

Ba’al turned locking eyes with Aym. “To find him, we need to find others. Neither of us know where we are exactly or where to look, so, find the person we know who can help us.”

A Crash Course to Kendrick's Super Bowl Performance, from a Black Woman

Note: this does NOT go in depth into all of the song's lyrics. I don't have time to recount two decades of his discography. This is just a summary of the performance itself.

Let's start with the first visual we get:

UNCLE SAM - most notably recognized from WWII American wartime propaganda, Uncle Sam is the personification of American patriotism and freedom. The term "uncle" is also evocative of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom's Cabin, an abolitionist book that aided in inciting the Civil War. Uncle is also a very common term (both endearment and derogatory) towards Black men (eg. "unc"). Samuel L Jackson was fantastic.

Uncle Sam also resembles a circus ringleader, notable for my next point:

THE GREAT AMERICAN GAME - no, not Super Bowl. The GAG is us the people being pitted against each other: through late-stage capitalism, through the culture war, through class warfare, through being built of the backs of slaves. We are all players in the GAG because none of us on this site were the oligarchs seated at the inauguration.

This is also seen as Kendrick's stage was a Play Station controller. Not only did it remind of circus rings visually, but it was a game battle stage. The Great American Game is a battle royale of the commoners for the amusement of the rich whites.

Remember the foods / Them color was tin and brown / But now they 100 and blue - For this I'll just say, look what the last election said about lowering the price of eggs... and look at the prices now.

The revolution about to be televised / You picked the right time / But the wrong guy - Election 2024 once more. *Edit to add, the first part of this lyric is in reference to the Black Liberation Song "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" by Gil Scott-Heron. Thanks to everyone who mentioned that.

THE FLAG DANCERS - yes, the dancers formed the US flag... off of the backs of Black people. Not a single white person in sight, and that's true of the cotton pickers in the fields. Plantations are part of how the US came to economic prominence after being a "backwater" colony. Remember tobacco? Cotton? Our bloodlines do. *Edit to add: they also all piled out of a clown car. The US flag in a clown car? Brilliant.

The red and blue dancers are also notable for representing the Crips and Bloods, two infamous street gangs. The dance in Not Like Us is the Crip Walk. I recommend researching more on your own time about them, but just know they are a large part of the stereotype of Black people being "ghetto."

TOO LOUD, TOO RECKLESS, TOO GHETTO. Do you really know how to play the game? - This is exactly what Black people, especially Black men, get told all the time. It's why we change our names on resumes if they sound "too Black." It's why we codeswitch in non-Black company. This is especially rich considering how non-Black people love our culture and love to make money off of us, as the latter part of the quote points to. And it's even more profound during the Super Bowl-- the NFL is majority Black players.

STREET LIGHT A CAPELLA -- "thug" stereotype dancers to counteract the a capella connotations, with Uncle Sam then saying that Kendrick figured out "bringing other street guys around being a culture cheat code." Yes, this is a direct hit at Drake (listen to "Not Like Us") but also politically. Look up "model minority". Notably I would point to Candace Owens, or the Miami Venezuelan political group that's been in the news recently, especially as this directly led to Kendrick being surrounded by...

DANCERS IN WHITE -- it's white America. That's... that's the allegory.

NOT LIKE US TEASER -- Kendrick says "Not Like Us" is "their favorite song." -> he means white people specifically here. It comes after he's surrounded by all white dancers, the women around him who are his call and response are also in white (my opinion, they represent the industry). He's saying "Not Like Us" is the favorite of yts because it is about BLACK MEN FIGHTING. This again is reflected in the video game stage and ringleader Uncle Sam.

SZA -- instead of giving what they want, we see SZA. She's one of Drake's exes and Kendrick has always supported her.

ALL THE STARS -- This was in the first Black Panther movie, which I recommend you watch. Rest in Power Chadwick. Notably, this movie was incredibly mainstream as a major Marvel movie, and then we have Uncle Sam say...

"THAT'S WHAT AMERICA WANTS: NICE AND CALM. DON'T MESS THIS UP" -- translation: Marvel (the industry, America, etc.) wanted a safe, semi-pop song because white American likes safe pop songs, not Kendrick's usual heavy rap style about his life as a Black man! Don't mess up what you've got going mainstream for having this "Black rap feud" with Drake, who is an R&B model minority to white people because he's safe.

So what does Kendrick say?

IT'S A CULTURAL DIVIDE / IMMA GET IT ON THE FLOOR -- He was warned not to be political or apologetically Black for this Super Bowl performance, but he is using this big stage opportunity to speak out.

40 ACRES AND A MULE / THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC -- 40 acres and a mule are what the freed slaves were promised. Instead, this land went to white sharecroppers. Research Jim Crow laws.

THEY TRIED TO RIG THE GAME / BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE INFLUENCE -- rig the election, rig the industry like with model minority Drake, rig the Great American Game with culture war to distract from active class warfare.

NOT LIKE US -- the only thing I'll mention because it made me holler is Serena Williams crip walking on Drake's metaphorical grave. She's another one of his exes.

TURN THE TV OFF -- exactly like he said! The TV is a distraction, the Super Bowl is a distraction, the mainstream news is often a distraction. Turn it off and get with your people!

GAME OVER — could not see this on my stream but at the end of the performance, the lights in the stadium spelled this out. The world is watching, America…

In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar is a visionary and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

  - BAAL AND NARINDER -

                                                   •   milksakex   •

It was a windy night. The dark sky stretched on in an endless black. Its silver and gold stars flickered in and out, signaling the end of their short life. A tall black cat sat, perched on the top of a church, looking down at the cult. He had red camellia flowers on both sides of his head and a white cloak with a black heart pendant on the side of his neck.

 Underneath was a black shawl with beads at the end. He had a long tail that faded into red and his paws were the same. On top of his head was the skull of some ancient creature, not much bigger than him. The cat had piercing red eyes with black slits that caught every moving thing. This cat was named Baal. 

 Baal scanned the cult, with watchful eyes, taking in the beauty. There were plenty of houses lining the right side of the cult with a large garden and barn in the back. On the left side was a medical area with red camellias growing all around it. Beside the garden were six boxes, two bigger than the others were holding seeds, and the other four held manure.

 There was a giant ivory-colored path going four ways in an X shape with a circle in the middle. It was made of bricks are sparkled in the night. In that circle stood a giant statue of a ram. It was decorated with gold blocks, wind chimes, bells, flowers, and paper slips containing prayers. Around the statue were four smaller statues mimicking the bigger one. In between, there were cushions for all to sit on. And there were a lot. 

At the end of each path though, lay one small pedestal each with different colored crowns on them. these were also decorated. The first, closest to the entrance of the cult was purple and dressed in spider silk, the next was beside the church and was yellow. Mushrooms were growing from that one. The next one beside the houses and garden was blue and had fish carings on it, and the last one next to the medical area was green, dawned in vines and flowers. 

The trees around the cult were also decorated, in a similar fashion to the ram statue. Baal sighed, grabbing the skull on his head before his eyes snapped onto a shadow. His eyes perked at the familiar noise of someone creeping about. His eyes squinted at the cult much more closely. 

Everyone was supposed to be inside their houses, fast asleep. He had checked the bushes, roofs, and inside the church. Plus the lamb was out... Apparently, Baal was wrong. With a burst, a short, dark gray, clumsy-looking, no-tailed cat, jumped out of a bush. It was busy trying to catch spiders around the cult. It wore the usual clothing but with more flair. A tight red shirt with white markings, fitted red shorts, and a white jacket with a red stripe in the middle on both the back and front.

 It had shackles on his arms and neck that were decorated with gold lines, dots, and colors of red flowers. Taking a closer look, Baal could see colored eyes on the shackles as well. They were purple, yellow, green, and blue. Ironic. The cat had two big red eyes with a hole in its forehead. 

 It would trip over pieces of stone, his feet, and even air, leading it to land roughly on his face. Baal couldn't help but choke down a chuckle at its pitiful attempt at hunting. He may have not gotten much training at a young age, but even he could’ve done better than that. The cat got up and dusted off its clothes, before picking up the net it was using. It scanned the patchy land before spotting the spider again. This time it was cleaning its mandibles nearby, completely unaware. 

The cat trotted over quietly and hid in the nearby grass. Unfortunately, like an untrained kitten, it moved too quickly and stepped on a twig. The spider quickly turned around, noticing the cat. For a second, it was quiet before all hell broke loose. The spider scurried over the cult with the cat in tow. It dodged and weaved the swinging net, before sliding over to a manure box and running between the cat's legs. The cat, however as ungraceful as it is, stumbled and fell into it. 

“FUCK!” It shouted before landing and digging its face out of the box. There was a large lump of brown on its head and face that slipped off and landed on the ground. It held its arms in an arched position and slowly turned around, wiping the poop out of its eyes and mouth. 

To think this was the man that taught him how to better coordinate his feet when fighting, made Baal shout in laughter. His quick chuckles broke the night's silence. Quickly, he covered his mouth but that did little to muffle his laughter. When Baal finished, he noticed the smaller cat glaring up at him. Its red eyes burning. 

Baal hopped down and walked over to the cat, catching the stench of the manure covering its face. Some of it was already dried on. Baal wrinkled his nose as much as he could. “You seem to be having a lot of trouble, Narinder.” Baal couldn't help but hiss out the name with disgust. After all, he was his- No. No. Not anymore. He doesn't have to call him that anymore. Narinder scoffed, glaring harder at the taller one. “Watch it, child.” It hissed back. Its ears were pointed back and its fur was lifted. “You know nothing of the pain, I deal with.” Baal smirked. “I do, you put me through it after all. Plus, I just wondering if you needed help. Maybe I could help you hunt. Properly.” At the last sentence, Baal smiled, keeping a playful demeanor.

Narinder grumbled a bit and hissed, before going silent. His fur looked like it wanted to get away from him with how high it was. “No. I don’t need your help. You betrayed me. Both of you. I don’t need help from a traitor.” Baal glared back at his old master, mulling over his words carefully, all with a smile. He knew they his m- Narinder looked like he was ready to pounce, but Baal couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He wondered how light Narinder was now.  

Flicking his eyes back to the smaller, Baal took a deep breath, slightly bowed his head, and patted down his fur. “My apologies. I’d rather not bother a wondrous god like you with my presence in catching spiders. You very clearly have it under control.” He looked down at the smaller cat with a smug look in his eye. Just as it was about to screech his ear off, Baal- with a swift flick of his wrist, teleported away. 

                                                           • End •

It’s Bon Bon and his twin, Bonnet! These two hand puppet clowns were very fun to draw and as well proving quite the challenge. Instead of just plain red cheeks, I gave them swirls so they’d have a more fun look. I didn’t know if I wanted to give them springs or not but I instead went with a wheel. Maybe a spring would’ve been better? Made a more dynamic design? Who knows but they’re finished!

If I ever color these two I’d make their faces white, noses and cheek swirls red and freckles pink.