Did you know that sheep can be in heat every 17 days approximately?
Well narinder does now
He will be fine :)
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En Español: Aquí
This was going to reference a sibling dynamic meme, but I got too excited XD
Brief context: Height difference in a future where Ando becomes a wandering traveler and the lamb digivolves until it reaches its maximum potential.
Or something similar to that, hehe (ouo)
I hope you like it!
Extra: A little idea regarding my two sheep!
"Forever is a long time, little lamb..."
This is the moment where I comment that I like light angst, but it's rare that I prioritize it, so don't worry (?)
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Dear Cult of the Lamb Fandom,
I have a third sheep fact that I think everyone in the fandom needs to learn immediately. One that should hopefully spawn a thousand fanfics and fanarts.
...yeah, I'm probably going to write a fanfic about this one too.
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Queen of giving nothing besides being evaporated lol
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in my beautiful peterstakh mind peter stares at stakh like this ^ hoping he'll let him shave his big head all bald. doesn't need to do it because stakh would let him regardless but that shan't stop him
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I witnessed this once in the Aravaipa Wilderness of Arizona. What a sight, especially being 10 miles deep in the wild 📷 Hilary Bralove
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on a similar vein as my Jersey Gotham fic, I raise you this point: I have not seen a single mentioned of 4-h in any regard to Clark. I mean c’mon, super country boy Clark motherfucking Kent??? Not involved in 4H??? Absurd. My mans was involved in AT LEAST rifle, horse, and cow clubs. Maybe a lil goat club as a treat. (Fuck sheep I have a personal vendetta with them so only sheep slander here). He still has the pledge memorized. He defaults to showing posture when nervous. You bet your ass this man can get any stain— shit blood mud— out of whites because “No I don’t need a dry cleaner Bruce do you know how hard it is to keep an all-white outfit all-white while in a barn I did that when I was seven fuck you”
Clark drops random stories from his time showing and then moved on like he hasn’t just dropped the craziest farmer bullshit city-boy Bruce has ever heard.
“Y’know i once got drunk and stole a tractor and plowed a dick into the field.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“nah nothing.”
Mans just casually drops that he helped establish breed standards multiple times and refined show standards for said breeds. He started a petition to change the classes for showing to include companion animals. PETA has stalked him and has him on their black list. He was excused of all tardies in school because during calving season, he regularly gloved up and pulled calves (bc why bother using an actual calf pulled when you have an alien with super strength).
Yes Clark is an alien, but he is a feral farm boy alien.
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“… are you ready?”
“You asked me that already.”
“Well, this time it’s the meaning you said the first time around.”
Leshy, burrowing into the blankets and startling Narinder awake at the dead of night.
Leshy, snickering when Kallamar came storming into the room in a huff about the several holes he’d purposefully left behind to make Kallamar trip, just a little bit.
Leshy, the youngest of the five.
Leshy, with his eyes gouged from his head, screaming in pain on the floor as blood stained the green foliage that covered him, Narinder standing above him, one eye in each hand.
“It doesn’t matter.”
He did not explain further.
The Lamb did not pry.
In which the Lamb visits Ratau for a game of Knucklebones, before departing on a crusade with Narinder to defeat Leshy again. Narinder and the Lamb find a strange totem in the woods, as well as an oddly familiar graveyard.
They converse about the Lamb's family a little bit.
They fight Leshy.
There is an argument over him.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Eye gore mention (fairly non-graphic), semi-graphic-ish descriptions of injuries and death.
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