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was playing 20 questions on the 8 hour drive to visit my grandparents & after like 10 minutes of utterly fruitless questioning my brother suddenly asks me with such exasperation & contempt "is it some sort of petrified remains"
it was ötzi .
I beg of you people stop posting takes about the Velma show I have observed so much through osmosis against my will
You know who else has observed so much through osmosis against their will?
muscleman I cannot imagine you’re aware of someone else in this exact situation but I am willing to hear you out this one time
Everyone has gone to bed. Everyone except Narinder. The Lamb stands by the shrine and stares at him, trying to figure out what to do. Perhaps it was a foolish choice to spare him. He wears the robes they gave him and eats the meals they offer, but he’s spent each night since his “indoctrination” sleeping on the ground in some bizarre form of protest against their hospitality. Tonight is no exception; he sits alone on a patch of grass adjacent to the cult’s village of huts, surveying the compound with those striking crimson eyes. He tried to kill them. He refused to listen to their tearful pleas and he broke their heart without a second thought. So why should they care if he sleeps on the cold, hard ground? Who cares if he’s a proud, stubborn bastard? The Lamb sighs. Unfortunately, they care.
My submission for the Unholy Devotion Narilamb fan zine!
I'm so happy I got to be part of such an amazing project with so many talented creators. It's totally free, and absolutely worth a download.
Rest in peace, River Boy. We’ll listen to you, still.
Edit, and for context:
I only follow back freaks and creatures of the night. I’m sure you understand
worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard
everyone in the notes we are all holding hands. everyone who hasnt worked on a wip in weeks or months or years, its okay. we are going slow but we are going
