#shepherds' corner

[shepherds-of-haven]

Just a bit of fun! Theoretically, the Shepherds' Corner is a place for the Shepherds to rank each other according to questions like "Who's the most generous?" or "Who's the biggest neat freak?" You usually get my opinions for those questions, but what about theirs? 😆

Would you like to see more of the Corner? If there's enough interest, maybe it'll become a once-a-week (or so) feature! Let me know in the comments or tags! 🌟

[lilislegacy]

to anyone who still isn’t on board with percy jackson as marine veterinarian, i ask you to consider something

percy wearing scrubs

[waroferas]

be sure to kiss your butches and give them a glass ofwarm milk before bed okay

@linksfunroadtrip

consider sparing some support for the creator of the lesbian flag !

[lizzybeanbutt]

The Shepherd and O'demma notice something strange

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[arealtrashact]

can people draw the designs you did of the seven as dogs? i really like how you designed maeve and homelander

Go for it ! And if you do, please send it my way - I'd love to see what you come up with. There can never be too much Supey-Puppy content...

Here's an old doodle of everyone's favorite Co-Captains

[27paperlilies]

Watching Where am I you ask. Okay I'll tell you. I am in the absence of remembered somethings, and in the presence of the forgotten most, I hide in ravens wings and bundle up too close. I reside in the edges, blurry and smoking at mouth, sickly sweet perfume, spread from north to south. I crawl amongst the wood mulch looking up with beatles eyes, looking out these windows, I can hardly wave goodbye. Be careful with your footing and be mindful what you drop, I sink in the corner shadows, behind your younglings cot. So, when you wonder where I watch or ponder where I wait, never assume it's fields of light, or I may just give you quiet the fright, a fear you'll never shake.

[calmlythrilling]

if demons are real what do they look like...? butter...?

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

It’s wild thinking about how we’ve been playing this campaign for over 3 years but this is the first time we’re cosplaying our characters. But honestly I can’t express how happy getting to be Amoré for a night made me.

And we may not have had Diana this time but we did find Ziteng!

[fourfoldfires]

azem hours

[zo0pl0op]

doodle page w the shepherd (feat. kinito, my friend’s ocs, and a couple of my own ocs)

[shepherds-of-haven]

It seems you guys enjoyed the Shepherds' Corner, so let's see how long we can keep it going! I'm thinking the first and third Fridays of the month hereafter is a good place to start. :) What do you think? Do you guys agree with this week's picks? 🤔

[theshiaxartist]

[cinemaocd]

Outdoor location, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, The Heartbreak Kid (1972)

[fieriframes]

[AND SHEPHERD'S PIE. THE PORK THAT GOT MIXED IN THERE WORKS WELL. HERE I AM. HONOLULU, HAWAII, AND SPIRITS 133 FIRST ORDER – PURE SPIRITS 112 AND RIGHT ON THE CORNER OF CHINATOWN, TO VISIT A JOINT THAT HAS ONE OF THE FIRST LIQUOR LICENSES]

[foldingfittedsheets]

The dog I think of as My Dog was picked up from the shelter when I was about 16 and he was six months old. He was a cattle dog mix, which at the time was really uncommon in our area.

We were only getting a dog because my mom was worried about home invaders which was a bit insane as we were out in the country and we’d left our German Shepherd down in Arizona with my dad for complicated reasons.

I turned the corner and saw him. Instant connection. He was curled up dozing, all blue and white freckles with red ears and feeties. His clipboard said “SLY” in huge red letters. I called it softly and he opened his eyes, ears perking. He roused to sleepily amble toward me, lick my fingers, then go lay back down.

My mom joined me in dismay, seeing the love dripping off of me. She hadn’t wanted a puppy but it was clear which dog we were going home with.

Sly was a monstrous puppy. Fans of cattle dogs will be unsurprised to learn he was exceedingly clever, mischievous and Bored a Lot. It turned out his name hadn’t been Sly. It was Billy. But I think we all know why a huge red warning had been applied to his kennel. We named him Sly anyway.

My mom doesn’t remember threatening in earnest to bring him back but it happened. Sly loved to chew. He had no interest in fetch or most toys but he adored chewing. I lost headphones, backpack straps, and pillows to his voracious teething. We tried to dissuade him. He just learned to chew when we weren’t looking. Then one day, clever but not smart, he set his teeth to a plugged in cord and electrocuted himself. He was fine, just really startled!

Thus ended the chewing, forever.

He wouldn’t even pick up toys. He was fully convinced having things in his mouth was only a matter of time before they turned on him. He’d run after a ball at dog parks, grab it in the euphoria of the chase, then immediately spit it out.

He was still a lot of dog and my moms rumblings about his poor behavior led me to join 4H with him. My friend Lia was in with her spaniels so I had an in. We did twice weekly training in obedience and showmanship.

That was it. Sly transformed into the best dog. From a bored unmanageable puppy he became a partner, ready to work on whatever we needed to work on. He learned buckets of commands, eager to please. Sit, down, wait, stand, front, back up, shake, roll, heel. The only thing we could never convince him to do was speak. His bark was reserved for Danger.

We went to compete in the county fair together, entering obedience trials and dog show portions.

The instructions are clearly stated before obedience testing. A dog must stay sitting for two minutes when told to stay, and three minutes for laying down. If our dog broke we were not supposed to speak to reissue commands, simply wait quietly.

It was us in a line with five other dogs. He passed the sitting part just fine. The down one was longer and a wretched golden retriever broke. But then his trainer pulled out a ball and started trying to redirect him with it. The other dogs watched with interest but stayed down. Sly started up. He desperately wanted to herd the golden back into place.

With elbows off the ground he froze, realizing his mistake. His head whipped to me. In silence, I swept my arm down in the nonverbal command for down. He dropped obediently and watched me fixedly for the rest of the time. I think he could feel my disappointment.

We failed.

But the judge came up to us afterward as I was petting him and said, “I was so impressed your dog knows nonverbal commands, and that other dog was so distracting! Let’s retest with the next batch.”

I was thrilled and Sly was steadfast, staring unblinkly at me for the full three minutes with utter determination. He won blue ribbons in obedience and got later best in breed since there was no other cattle dogs.