Follower Leshy - Tumblr Posts
haha bishops as followers go brrr...
anyways here is some doodles
lamb is helping leshy navigate
heket really said "don't talk to me or my little brother ever again." haha
jokes aside, upon her arrival she really wasn't fond of... anyone in the cult, really. leshy was rather sociable compared to her, he tried to adapt to new surroundings and even make some friends, spending quite a lot of time catching up with his brother.
heket, on the other hand, out of distrust and fear tried to break the newly forming bond between leshy and narinder, her instincts screamed for her to shield the little brother.
it was hard for them to communicate: leshy relied on sound, and heket could barely make any. so she'd quetly take his hand and lead him elsewhere, where'd she considered safe.
eventually, he'd convince her to give everyone a chance.
I would like to hear your interpretations of this situation
"...I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast."
leshy's asking the lamb to bring his eye back
hc: when speaking with someone he considers close enough, leshy seeks physical contact such as holding hands so that he can feel the person he's talking to
Okay, to extend your headcanon of Leshy and touch, imagine the particular feeling in how his hands are held back being how he winds up noticing that a friend of his has developed a crush on him
hahaha so uhm this brought me to writing an entire fanfic???
anyways. here, enjoy.......
Being blind wasn't easy.
Leshy had learned it the hard way, the day he was stripped of his crown and brought to the lamb's pathetic cult.
As much as he hated to admit it, he felt completely helpless. And terrified. And alone.
All sorts of unfamiliar scents surrounded him. Like a swirling storm, it overwhelmed him to try and distinguish one from another.
The noises felt way too loud to process. The voices, the rustles, the din and the laughters, all blended into one non-stopping mess.
But that was then.
Now Leshy learned to adapt.
The lamb was quick to adjust the whole place to be more accessible, too. There were stone sidewalks and handrails to help him navigate around the village without crashing into anything.
One of Leshy's favorite things were decorations: while for everyone else they were a sight to see, for him they were something to feel.
He touched sculptures, capturing and imagining all the cracks and bumps and little patches of moss covering them. He touched cold and sleek surface of the marble fountain by the park. He touched flowerbeds, exploring the patterns of dimples and grooves.
He touched people, too. Not in a weird way, of course. It became something to anchor to when having a conversation.
He'd tug on their clothes or take their hand in his just to know where they were and to be sure that they are still there, listening.
Narinder's paw was always soft and furry to touch. He'd hold Leshy's hand lightly and tenderly, as if he was afraid to squeeze it too much.
Heket, on the contrary, had a strong grip. She'd be the one to lead the way for him, quietly letting him know that he's under her protection.
Kallamar's hand, as one would expect, was usually slippery and moist, yet harsh, like dolphin skin. He'd often be the first to get distracted and let go, not out of malicious intent, but the simple need to involve someone else for them to properly communicate with each other. Deafness didn't go well with blindness.
Shamura, despite all the memory problems, would never forget Leshy's little habit. They would take his hand in theirs, delicate fingers sliding like silk across his, they'd let him hold on to them however long he needed to.
Lamb's hands were strong, rough and calloused, peppered with cuts and scratches, all reminding how much of a hard worker Lamb was. They'd hold Leshy's hand in a quiet promise.
Yet, this layer in interactions would stay reserved for his family for an extended period of time: for people he trusted enough to accommodate his disability rather then making use of it.
That was, until Lamb brought one of the green crown's former subjects to the cult. Leshy's subject.
He knew that some of Lamb's followers used to serve other crowns. Most of them had passed way before Leshy and his siblings had joined the cult, and he didn't interact much with those who were still alive.
So Beryozka had caught his attention really quickly.
She was surprisingly loyal to Leshy. She was rigorously determined to not accept the Lamb as her leader it almost got her into trouble. Lamb was about to shove her into jail for dissenting when Leshy decided to intervene.
He could practically hear something shatter inside of her when she first saw him. He simply said “Be nice to the Lamb, lady,” with a soft reproach, and went on with his day.
A few days later he would find her among other cultists, praying.
He'd forgotten about her for a bit after that. Shamura's condition seemed to worsen with time, which had sent Leshy's attention to all sorts of other worries.
He wanted to talk to Narinder, couldn't seem to find him though. Leshy was checking the places his brother would usually go to, and eventually ended up at the secluded corner of a park where Lamb held crown trophies. The place always held an eerie feeling for Leshy, but Narinder would often go there to spend some time alone and think. Today, however, someone else was there.
“Your highness” - Beryozka muttered in awe.
“It's just Leshy now” - he corrected her softly.
“Right. Sorry.”
There was an awkward pause.
“What are you doing here?” - Leshy asked.
“Nothing,” Beryozka replied hesitantly, before adding: “Everything is just... different now.”
Leshy chuckled: “Yeah... But it's nice in a way.”
He didn't need his eyes to know that Beryozka was standing by the green crown trophy.
She'd been clinging to all the little crumbs and shards of her past. Leshy knew this feeling way too well.
“Say, why don't you help me in the garden later today?”
That's where their friendship began to form.
Beryozka turned out to be a kind and perky person. A little shy and shut-in herself, but genuine and friendly.
Leshy himself didn't notice how quick he was to entrust her. Beryozka was the one he'd talk to about what's bothered him and that he couldn't bring himself to discuss inside the family. Like how he's worried for his brothers and how he feels unable and unhelpful in the research that his siblings and the Lamb was doing.
And, like a good friend, she was there for him.
But one day...
“Leshy!”, Beryozka called him and approached.
He turned to her and, without a further thought, picked up her hand in his. He'd do that with his siblings and the Lamb habitually.
But Beryozka seemed taken aback. She stiffened all of a sudden, pausing in the middle of an action, freezing, like a deer in a headlights.
“What's up?” Leshy asked.
“Uh...”
He felt Beryozka's fingers twitch in his, her palm jerking slightly as if she was about to yank her arm back, but hesitated.
“Yeah, uhm...” She seemed to be distracted or at a loss of words, what she was going to say slipped out of her mind already. “Uhh...”
“Yes, Beryozka, what is it?” He repeated his question, squeezing her palm in affirmation. That didn't help.
“I, uhh, wanted to ask... Well...”
All of sudden, somewhere behind Leshy's back, his brother Narinder burst out in laughters.
“Leshy, let her go, you haven't seen cheeks this red ever” he yelled.
“Yeah, I don't see crap because of you!” Leshy barked back at him jokingly, but did listen and let Beryozka's hand go. “Sorry,” he said.
“Iwillneverrecoverfromthis-” she bubbled on a single breath and immediately retrieved.
“Wait!” Leshy yelled, but to no success. “The heck was that.” he muttered to himself.
“She has a crush on you, dude, you just startled her” Narinder explained with a note of snark. “Maybe give her a warning next time.”
“How was I supposed to know?!...”
more leshy ...
so I am really holding onto the idea that MAYBE SOmeDAY we will be able to use the retrieved body parts of the bishops to kinda... return it to them... I think they've suffered enough let them have nice things...
so uh yeah sketched out potential designs for leshy with one saved and returned eye, wouldn't that be great
Im sorry! I’m kind of having an art block/disinterest in Slay the Princess at the moment, but I’m Really in the mood for Cult of the lamb, so here’s my Work in Progress version of Leshy!
Im so sorry-
I’m finally done!
It took me around three days to do it- It feels a bit off to me, but now it’s finally done!
I completely forgot about the black goop- I'll go back and fix it at some point.
I’m finally done!
It took me around three days to do it- It feels a bit off to me, but now it’s finally done!
My Leshy follower shits gold and is horny wtf 😭😭😭😭
Some Yellow Cat and Follower Leshy stuff. I have been contemplating whether I should post this for like a week in a half. But now here I am doing it lol.
Original:
He’s a big hit with the kids
FUNTFJUDJURD COOKED THIS UP IN MY NOODLE BRAIN….
Leshy isn’t caught up in current slang :(
DAY THREE BOOTS
Power move
Here’s some quality content 😘
I hope the next update has snow ‼️‼️‼️