#the cows

[bucephaly]

The tortoise investigation committee

[pookiewookiemilkjuggs]

the summer crest ranch Master list !!

General:

• Lazy drabble that started it all (yan!farm x reader)

The dogs and cats:

• descriptions

• a little bit of pup fun (yan! Dog hybrids having naughty fun with their beloved farmhand!)

The cows and centaurs:

• descriptions

• homemade dairy milk (the cows and bulls are eager to winddown by having their farmhand get them off!)

The sheep and goats:

• descriptions

The birds and fish:

• descriptions

The wolves and snake:

• lube up!! (Coachella x reader)

Extra additions:

• half a dozen eggs (male!chicken x reader)

[telamon-xd]

The Vine Monster kind of just. Left its captives behind, trapped in part of its vine area while it spread its vines more.

It seemed very scatterbrained suddenly, like it wasn’t entirely sure what it was supposed to be doing.

They could probably free the captives easier now, but they will get fatigued if they touch the vines trying to do that—so getting them out would be difficult without a fairly-sharp object.

…Good thing Doom has claws, and Builder has the freedom to also rob those defeated-Minions for a sword.

-( @cows-robloxia — the cows are here /silly )

Builder looked from the vines to the dead minions,then ran towards them "Builder wait!-" "No! Doom! use your claws! be careful not to knick anyone! i'm getting a sword!"

Doom blinked,but ran towards the captives,focused on getting his dusekkar free first

[hootybal-lecter]

[ededdneddy-artrefs]

[lforlimbo]

The fields I. Every day, we wake into the same dust, the same bread crust, the same little cough in the throat— and yet the hours push, and we obey. The street is wet. A pigeon, neck shimmering green, pecks at a cigarette filter. Meaningless, all of it, but how beautiful— the curve of its wings when it startles. I walk past the butcher shop, the open sewer, the newspaper stand full of dying headlines. They mean nothing. But the stray dog curled in the corner— its chest rising, falling— this is everything. II. Beyond the town, the meadows breathe in fog. Cows stand, motionless, chewing their circles of eternity. Their eyes are black wells— bottomless, calm. The grass bends and straightens, bends and straightens, without reason. Time itself is just this: slow mouths, green silence, wind brushing over fur. I sit down in the weeds and feel nothing— which is to say, I feel alive. III. We survive because the air insists. We eat because the body refuses not to. There is no reason, only continuation. The ants know this, the sparrows know this, the moss on a fencepost knows this. And the cows too— patient in their endless chewing, not asking, not searching, simply living. a lesson too simple for us to learn. Every life, a wound against silence. Every wound, a small flower opening in the ruins of necessity. And so I walk. The day will be empty. The day will be full. The same thing. The Shameless poems

[laoih]

“So just like that… I'm out?“ “You're free.”

SHADOW AND BONE Season 2, Episode 4 “Every Monstrous Thing”