#Super Sheep

[stinkywormynoob]

This drawing: ✨🌈💙

My mind while making it:

H̸͓̦̿̑̐̂A̵̯̔T̶̞͖̟̈́͝E̸̢̛̛͈̥̩̿ ̶̰̟̳̂͊͜H̶͔͕͖̽A̸̡̬̾̃̂̚Ṯ̵͚̖͌̓͑E̶͍̯͔͂̏̈́͂ ̷̜̫̭̈́̑͒̂M̴̩̔͛Ï̷̳͘S̸̗̯͎̽Á̴̙̝͝N̶̠̬̦͓̄̌̚D̷̨̟̲͙̔͠R̸̡̯̭̪̀Y̵͔̺̲͊ ̴͓̪͇̄̓̈́Ḫ̵̠̱̞̄͑̕̚A̴̦͒͛T̸̪͙̝̙̄̎̀̚É̵͍͇̲̩̕ ̶̥̥͍͈̅̋A̷̙͚͑Ǹ̵̼̰̦͜T̶̺̖̈́̑̓̓Ȋ̵̧̘͓͕̐͌P̴̢͕͐A̴͕̥̝͂̃̚T̷͔̗̦̓Ṙ̴̰̬͔͎͘͝I̶̖͎̫̊̀͑͘O̴̡͔̮̳̓̎͌̀T̴͇͌̕Ḯ̴̭̰̼̬̑S̷̙̀̿̄̚M̴̬̦̕ ̵̭̍͋̅H̸̨̊̔̀A̴̭̎T̴̢̞̅͆̏͗E̵͖̤̗̐́̇ ̸͚̫̩́̏̕F̷̼̳̚̕͝Ȕ̸̐̍͌ͅͅC̸̢͆͑̀K̷͎͓̃̏̕ ̶̩͐̉Ȳ̴̡̭͋͆O̶̤̠̾U̶̻̩̤̲̍ ̸̧̎͂F̶̥̭̲͗̕Ú̶̻͉̂͘C̴̲͓̅̈́̕K̶̝̭͙̓̎̈́ ̶̱̎͂Y̵̛͚̖̑̑O̵̰̽U̴͙̳̖͓͂̒ ̴͓̻̝͐̿͜F̸̧̖̹̽͠U̴͚͑̄̚C̸͇̾͛̊K̸̳̫̦̰̅̈́͘͝ ̷̲̝͙̎Y̷̭̏͊͑̕O̶̭̖͛̎̉͑Ȗ̸͉̇ͅ ̴͈̊̅͗M̸͉̘̟̿̒͒E̶̝̅̊Ṋ̸̃͜ ̵͇̖͌̚͜͝A̴̻̲͔̔̒̋̕R̴̖̆̑E̵͔̲̪͆͆̑ ̵̪̪̜̓F̵͚̎̓̐̕I̶̻̫̺̼͝L̵͓̻̰̀̌̾͝T̷̘́̆̾̋H̶̙̫̱̑͂̊̕͜

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Sheep

Debut: Super Mario Odyssey

Wow! Sheep, from Super Mario Odyssey! Sheep are such an extremely iconic animal, it's hard to believe they were invented by this game in 2017! The success of Super Mario Odyssey has gaslit us into believing that sheep were even one of the very first animals to be domesticated by humans. That just shows the massive impact Super Mario has on society!

Sheep in Mario's world weren't domesticated by humans, they were domesticated by skeletons! They are first seen in Tostarena, under the ownership of a Tostarenan farmer, and every last one of them wears a sombrero. These sheep are tired of their wool being used to make clothing for other entities. They decided THEY could wear something stylish yet practical, too! And they did it. Now they can graze in the desert without having to worry about sun in their faces! I don't know what they are grazing on, but they can do it safely, so don't worry about it!

Or ARE they wearing sombreros? They wear them regardless of region, and no matter how much the sheep get knocked around, their hats remain firmly affixed! Maybe... they are not hats at all! Perhaps these sheep have been selectively bred for bizarre horn shapes, resulting in a sombrero-shaped mass of keratin that naturally shields their eyes from the sun! Which is then decorated to look nice.

I don't mean to be rude to any fake pretend people in this fake pretend world in this videos game, but I don't think any of them are very good sheep owners. Every single sheep owner in this game, no matter the kingdom, has lost all of their sheep and needs Mario's help to herd them back! You would think sheep owners would be better at that, but I guess not. Maybe it's because they keep their sheep in shallow depressions in the ground with no fence to speak of. I personally would not do that.

These sheep seem to be based on the Suffolk breed, which is the most generic cartoon looking sheep there is, pretty much! I think there is such a charm in a real animal looking like the generic cartoon image. If you are in the northern hemisphere, it is currently Sheep Shearing Season! If you are able, I recommend going to see some shearing happen! It's funny. They get sat down on their butt like a person. Hee hee!

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Could you imagine teen skk and teen kunikida accidentally running into each other, like Kunikida walking home from school and all of the sudden these two idiots absolutely blasting through a wall on his regular path and he’s staring and vibrating with barely restrained outrage like who are these Delinquents?! and goes to tell them off and Dazai and chuuya are probably so confused like who is this schoolboy talking to like that?!

[sorrelpaws]

if you could fight any celebrity who’d you fight

[egyrm]

Current situation of my playing cards; I have drawn enough characters for one set. The minimum of Top Trumps is 30 cards. I must be at my 33rd card rn and will be continuing. This is like an addiction.

[mstormcloud]

Diamond cutters doodles!!!!! I love them all sm and PLEASEEE I WANT SILVER TO REJOIN SO BAD…….

[muzzleroars]

Michael, the Ruined Prince

Michael, having used all of his power to seek out God, had failed as the Prince of Heaven. He had abandoned his people, absent for centuries on a fruitless search filled with unheard, increasingly desperate prayers and an unrelenting, bone-deep exhaustion that is now permanent. His grief grew day by day, and an angel in isolation begins to wither, to warp – they must be with one another lest they twist into their extremes, retreating into their divine purpose until it becomes self-destructive parody. And Michael had already been scarred long ago by his role in banishing Lucifer, by God’s own ever-mounting wrath that ate away at the mercy he was meant to feel alongside it. Michael had already been insular, something had already pulled at the seams of his soul, and now centuries of failure consume him. He would return to Heaven with nothing for his people. Nothing for the siblings he swore to protect.

So his final thought in a deeply troubled mind urged him to try one last time. That if he could not find God, then he must bring God to himself. He must sin, he must beg for punishment, and then God will come to deliver it onto him. Just as He once did to Lucifer. It disgusted him, to think he had to debase himself to be as the sinners he held nothing but vile contempt for ever since he couldn’t cope with the guilt of the first fallen angels. But his prayers have failed, his days of weeping have failed, he moved Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to come up with empty hands. Less than that. Not even a feeling. So Michael, even as a Cherub who could not, did everything he could to replicate his memories of when he had witnessed God Himself tear the light from His angels. Michael had seen it every time, it was he that had to bind any fallen angel that survived it to their place in Hell. He knew, implicitly, what the ritual was even if God seemed to enact it in one beautiful, elegant motion. And he did just that. Imperfect pantomiming, flawed execution, but the same ritual as best as Michael could copy it. All to himself.

But only God and the high Seraphim can sever an angel from their light.

His soul was rent from his body. His light was torn to shreds by his inexperienced hands. The agony that it screeched resounded all the way back to Heaven in unintelligible, muted whispers of nauseous grief no one could understand. Michael felt himself die, but it was incomplete. He was left in a corpse, a body destroyed and succumbing to all it meant but with him still inside of it. God did not come, and Michael was trapped a ruined body, bereft of a soul, of his light, giving way to rot and deterioration yet fully functional. He could do nothing but take this as a sign from God, one that he will not be punished no matter his crime for being such a loyal servant. Even as his body falls apart, as plants begin to burst from his remains, he believes himself to be blessed – see how he grows God’s garden. See how his crown remains pristine. He adorns his exposed bones with gems and finery, ostensibly as thanks to God for keeping him alive, keeping him sinless when he had so despised his impending fall from grace. But. Michael is, in the back of his mind, highly aware of what he’s become. He knows he is rotting, he knows he is in a dead body, he knows, somewhere, God had nothing to do with it. It was just a mistake, it was just his own foolishness with catastrophic consequence. He is more noxious than a fallen angel now, a botch job shambling numbly back to Heaven when he feels the death of Gabriel.

Upon his return, he largely attempts to hide the rot of his body, at least from the citizenry – he cannot hide it from Raphael or Uriel, nor does he try. To Michael, it proves his devotion, it shows God’s still present love for him, and it is a testimony to how he cannot fall, that he can never lose his place in Heaven. Raphael begs for him to be healed, Uriel pleads reason to him, but neither had ever been as strong as Michael and ultimately, he is their leader. No matter the state he returns in, he is the Prince of the Archangels and truthfully...they both fear him now. He is not the Michael they loved, not the one that had been quiet and stoic yet still loving in return. The Michael that would have done anything for them, that never wanted to lose another like he lost Lucifer. He commands them now to join him in binding Gabriel, his tangible grief the only thing that seems to be left of who he had once been.

Internally, Michael sees their fear, he feels the crushing guilt of Gabriel’s fall, he is violently ill with one true look at himself. He had gone wrong a long, long time ago, when he lost Lucifer, and now all of that was being made manifest, but he can’t face it. As flesh falls away, he covers it more and more with jewels as if that could hide the decay he can feel spreading night and day, the only thing he feels now. He must retreat into his purpose, he must not allow such devastating failure to be his legacy. So he turns on Gabriel. Gabriel, whose light had been severed. Who walks freely in an abandoned Hell. Who still has a living, breathing body. Michael’s vitriol toward the damned hones in on Gabriel, consumed with being sure he is left nailed to the lowest pit in Hell for his treachery. All the love he once had turns to hatred and in it, the other three can see that Michael has been left shattered, that nothing in him truly believes God made him this way. God’s most loyal, left to rot.

Additional information:

Michael now always exudes the Odor of Sanctity, but there is a distinct undertone of mold to it

The opalescent webbing that runs through his body is the angelic brain - normally it is iridescent and transparent with a strange glow, but Michael's is opaque and dull

Michael now prefers walking, something noted as unusual when he returned to Heaven, but it's simply due to the fact that his body has been left entirely numb and so it's difficult to maneuver in the air properly

He is very protective of his crown and dragon-skin bag, as they seem to be the only things left uncorrupted on him

[space-sheep08]

"I would like to batter her with rocks."

I want a relationship as healthy as theirs so bad...

[satsuha]

pokemon stuff

[little-pup-pip]

can i pretty please have a masc leaning ram themed board?!?!?! I don't mind if there's any pacis with any deco!1!1!!1

Yes!!

[hoofpeet]

Ryafår sheep 👍

[reaphantom]

MAN WE GOT RAM CONTENT. BUT NOW IT MADE ME SUPER UPSET 😭😭😭😭😭😭 like seeing Mondatta there considering he ends up dying. AND HE WANTED TO GO TO MAKE A CHANGE SO ALL THE OMINCIS CPULD LIVE IN PEACE. 😭😭😭😭 AND THEN ZEN IS BEING TAKING PRESUMABLY ??? These mfs can not catch a break

[ssksscrapboard]

Inspired to make a Sleepy Sheep based off Granblue's Anila and FFXIV's Bards. Her name's Sophie

[starlightsuncrow]

You've heard of starfall, you've heard of gw2, but what if they were farm animals, what if!

[literallyjusttoa]

Took a lil break from drawing bc I unexpectedly got busy, but here's some doodles of a fun world where Apollo just stuck with the first thing he was the god of (shepherding) and lived on Delos with his mom instead of ascending to Olympus. Because Apollo's life would've been so much happier if he got to live with his mom as an immortal farmer. He deserves this.

[yumebliki]

Seto and Mary free the animals from the petting zoo