The Lamb And Their Convenctionally Atractive Cat Bf

*give Leshy a stick* Go poke Kallamar

Is this the Cain instinct?

The Lamb blows a raspberry. “It wasn’t gruesome, it was just…slow. And painful.” Ah. No, wait. They bring it up now because it happened here. “I remember.” Black eyes dart to him. “You do? “Of course I do. You came to my domain soaked. You stunk of wet wool.” They had been covered in algae. A lily pad stem was still wrapped around their foot before it rotted away in the Land of the Dead. They coughed up not black sludge or blood, but murky water until their lungs expelled it all. There was no wound for him to heal. No alleviating of the pain he could provide until the process passed. He could simply just stare as the lamb shivered before him.

A comic scene from a memory from The Rehabilitation of Death, and a comic for a scene I'm writing for a future chapter.

eso es tumblr, alimenta mi hiperfix

Rocket Raccoon headcanons

-even as a cybernetically enhanced raccoon, he still is a raccoon so while his eyesight is better than that of the rest of his kind it's still lacks in some ways. While he got excellent night vision, he can not tell the different shades of colors and sometimes confuses blue with green for example. He is also slightly near sighted and has trouble reading small writing and can barely read handwritten stuff

-speaking of his eyes: They reflect light in darkness like most nocturnal animals! This nearly scared the shit out of Peter, when he went to the bathroom one night, turned on the flashlight and was met with a pair of green glowing orbs down the hall. "What the fuck, Rocket?! Dude, i almost pissed myself!"

-he can eat anything! He is not above eating the leftovers of his fellow guardians and sometimes even will dig out fruit and vegetable skins out of the trash, complaining how anyone could throw this away. One time Peter played a mean prank on him by giving him a bowl of Cosmos dog kibble and telling him it's cereal. After watching Rocket delightfully dig in, he burst out in laughter declaring him a trash panda once more

-on rare occasions he gets so angry, that his primal instincts take over and he becomes absolutely feral! He will hiss, bark and growl and destroy things by ripping them apart with his teeth and claws

-sometimes after a battle the implants in his joints and spine hurt from being over used by running and fighting and he has to walk on all fours for some time to ease the pain. He mostly just curls up alone in some corner though, afraid of being laughed at because this is just another animal thing

-he loves swimming. One time the Guardians went to a planet that has lots of lakes and they decided to go for a swim and Rocket had so much fun, splashing the others and finding some discarded parts to make new inventions out of

Sometimes a family is a scientist afraid of spiders and his spider-like son

i think you all should infodump about your ocs to me

"if lamb, angry goat nari, happy dog ????" said my friend and well here I come back from death to bring something nice because I like the concept

A good boi narinder reviving a goat full of anger and thirst for revenge

I don't like to show my sketchbook, BUT

I always thought I might be bad... Now I'm sure that it's true 'Cause I think you're so good ... And I'm nothing like you ~ ♪

Viendo que los dibujos de Bodoque y Juanin pasan de dos corazones, vengo a promocionar con los dos fans del ship aparte de mi un pinche fanfic que me saque de la cola.

Me perdonaran, me gustan los nombres ridículamente largos, aunque eso (y en realidad, casi todo lo que rodea este fic) es un WIP propenso a cambios. Tengo una idea un sueño y una nueva hiper fijación, nada puede malir sal.

as an act of petties for him having killed a perfect good bearrer the crown decided to show the last thoughts of a martyred sheep that despite it all flowed with devotion unique to their bond over centuries