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I feel that Lord Peter and Sir Percy would get on well.
Also Sam Vimes and Richard Hannay
#loquacious society darling#as a face#Vimes would hate lord Peter so much#Richard Hannay#dick Hannay#John Buchan#the 39 steps#greenmantle#mr steadfast#the island of sheep#lord peter wimsey series#lord peter wimsey books#lord peter#lord peter wimsey#the scarlet pimpernel#sir percy blakeney#barroness orczy#sam vimes#diskworld#terry pratchett watch#gnu terry pratchett#terry pratchett
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Nash Island Light, Pleasant Bay, Addison. No longer active, but for over 100 years, has been home to flocks of sheep. You can get your hands on some of the sea fog washed wool from Starcroft MERCH
#Nash Island Light#Lighthouse#Nash Island#Pleasant Bay#Addison#Maine#ME#Addison Maine#Maine lighthouses#Maine lighthouse#light#sheep#sheep island#island#art#drawing#illustration#tee#tshirt#shirt#t-shirt#print#poster#jada fitch#downeast#Washington County
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They keep arguing while they are synchronizing their attacks
#one piece episode 554#fish man island arc#i would call that .. drift compatible 👀#zoro#sanji#roronoa zoro#blackleg sanji#zosan#sheep watches one piece
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a 1979 Faroe Islands stamp depicting a ram
[ID: a postage stamp with a highly realistic illustration of a ram's head. the ram has curly horns that hug the edges of its face. the ram has long brown wool. the face value of this stamp is 25 Faroese króna. end ID]
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Carmen Sandiego but she graduated.
#the pride and joy of vile island#au where she doesn’t meet player and graduates despite failing shadowsan’s class#did i just want to draw her with a different look?#yes absolutely#my art#carmen sandeigo netflix#carmen sandiego 2019#carmen sandiego#carmen sandeigo fanart#black sheep#evil carmen#my post
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vierapril day 28--present
#ffxiv#vierapril#vierapril24#oc: eyrie kisne#i should have a gpose tag#they like hanging out w the karkuls on their island#very fluffy much soft#it brings back fond memories of their childhood of hanging out w sheep and goats#;----; they could have a been a shepherd boy#born to shepherd forced to WoL
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#curators on tumblr#wanderlust#li_destinations#travel#explore#faroe islands#sheep#animals#farmcore#cottage#cottagecore#naturecore#landscapes
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saw on ya main blog you wrote for carmen sandiego. a dr. saira bellum x child reader scene please with mind experiments?
I am full into Carmen Sandiego Mood lately and love the Series and its complex Characters. So i wrote a little Oneshot about our beloved Dr. Bellum and a femal child reder (platonic of course!)
Little Lucky Charm
You were one of the few children on Vile Island.
Not created because someone found you, but rather brought into this world through a genetic experiment combined with dark science and the brain experiments of Dr. Saira Bellum.
A creation that should not have existed from an ethical point of view. But when you are born on Vile Island… or created like in your case, such a detail does not count.
The annoying baby phase was skipped and you saw the light of day at the age of 2, fully developed with the vocabulary of a toddler and the emotional ups and downs.
Some might say you are a little spitting image of Saira and Dash Haber. You inherited your 'mother's' bad eyesight and your father's gray hair, your eyes are blue-gray. You have a curious character but your parents taught you early on what behavior and following rules mean. At the age of 3, you are always very proud when you can help your mom with one of her experiments.
You don't understand that these are evil experiments that harm other people. For you, everything your mother does is exciting, much more exciting than the strange things that Aunt Cleo collects or the questions that Uncle Gunnar, asks you while grinning so strangely and writing something down on a pad of paper. Your mom also likes cat videos. Cats are soooo great!
That's why one of your favorite students at the Vile Academy is Tigress. She has a big cat costume and every time you run into her, you call out loudly and for everyone else to hear - big kitten - before you try to hug one of Tigress' legs. Most of the time, however, Tigress uses her acrobatic skills and her speed to get to safety from you. She's not really the person who likes children. But that doesn't bother you - you still like the big kitten. Even if she's not one of your mother's favorite students.
That would be Crackle - also known as Graham - but you don't find him half as nice as Paper Star. One of Uncle Gunnar's favorites. Which of course doesn't mean that you don't have a favorite among the male students at the academy. Even though he doesn't speak and speaks a completely different language, he understood exactly what you wanted to say with your toddler sounds and words, especially in the first few months after you were created. If you had to choose, your very best friend on the entire campus would definitely be Mime Bomb. You like him and he is currently trying to teach you his way of communicating.
You have a rather mixed relationship with your mom's other friends. After all, the last child on the island was Black Sheep - unfortunately, your paths never crossed.
You were created , after Black Sheep left the island. Countess Cleo was not good with children and once refused to look after you for a few hours at your mother's request, because Saira had to go to an international villain meeting in Seattle and the other Vile chairmen were busy and your father was on an outside mission in New Zealand. Luckily, Coach Brunt took on the task and gave you a cupcake. She is like the cool, strong aunt to you. Even if her outbursts of anger sometimes make you seek protection behind Uncle Gunnar. Similar to Cleo, Shadowsan also kept you at a distance and was always strict with you. Perhaps also because he didn't want an incident like the one with Black Sheep to happen again.
"Daddah back soon? Miss Daddah soooo much!" - you spread your arms to make it clear to Dash , in your video call via the tablet how much you miss him. It had been so many nights since you said goodnight to the moon and indirectly to Dash too, of course, and so many listening cd´s , that your mom put on for you to help you sleep while she was still working overtime in her lab and researching new inventions.
Sometimes your father didn't want you to call him that in front of the other Vile members, because it was actually just the DNA that Dash had thrown together with Saira's DNA. But you saw him as your father and didn't care if he would pull a dramatic face when Aunt Cleo made a nasty comment.
"I still have a lot to do. You will be a good girl for Dr. Bellum?" - Dash's answer sounded cold , but there was a spark of compassion in his eyes.
"Good girl, yes! Help Mommy! By by Daddah!”, you wave once into the camera as your father has to end the video call and then run out of your room with the tablet in your hand to your mother , to give the tablet back. Saira was careful not to give you too much screen time.
"There's my lucky charm! Come to Mommy, you can help me and Professor Maelstrom with an important experiment!" - with these words, your mom picked you up and you quickly dropped the tablet onto the sofa , before you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck and were curious about what kind of experiment it was.
You can help? How great! You're a good helper! A good girl to be proud of. Maybe there will be muffins or cupcakes for that later?
You were put down on a table in your mother's lab and Uncle Gunnar came into the room followed by Crackle. Crackle , was told to sit in the chair… it didn't look like a normal chair… not really like your high chair either, which you were less and less keen to get into. Was it a new chair?
“…..it won't happen again…I can get better!”, - said Crackle as the arm straps closed.
“Was Crackle naughty....bad?”, you asked curiously to Uncle Gunnar as your mom approached the now immobilized Crackle with a small device.
Gunnar stood next to you at the edge of the table, partly because you leaned forward curiously and threatened to fall down - he grabbed you and put you down on the floor….the cleaners, had enough to do, they don't have to remove blood stains from a toddler.
“Oh indeed. Crackle broke the rules and now has to face the consequences”, - said Gunnar with a devious undertone.
“Bad Crackle! Don't break rules! Time out,” - you said, making clicking noises with your tongue.
“Oh my little lucky charm, I don’t think our Crackle can make up for this rule breaking with a time out” - your mother laughed, almost in a delusional manner, and then turned to Crackle.
“It won’t hurt, you’ll just be a little dizzy… and then the happy days will follow!”
The next thing you saw was your mom putting the strange device on Crackle’s head, turning it on and then Crackle letting out a few panicked screams , before his body remained sitting on the chair, asleep and without the energy to defend itself. Apparently he had fainted.
Your mom starts to laugh evilly, Uncle Gunnar starts to laugh amusedly, so it must be something good… the evil Crackle has learned that you should follow rules… so you giggle childishly once and clap your hands several times, you adapt to the mood of the adults. Because they know what is right and what is wrong.
“That’s my girl! Just watch careful, then one day you'll be just as wonderful a scientist as your mommy!” - your mother said happily, first putting the strange device away and then picking you up again.
“Your thoughts and brain experiments are getting better . And Crackle won't remember anything?”, said Gunnar as the two were on their way to the meeting room, where the other chairmen of Vile were already waiting for them. You had now rested your head tiredly on your mother's right shoulder and your eyes half closed, you would soon be asleep.
“I guarantee that Crackle won't remember anything , that has to do with us, the island or Vile… but I will never forget my boy,” said your mom.
Half asleep, you pat your mom's left hand and the glove.
“My mommy! Me mommy's favorite”
Uncle Gunnar's amused laughter penetrates your ears like cotton wool as you get increasingly tired.
But you hear your mom's answer and loving words very clearly before you slip into a gentle sleep.
"Of course you are mommy's favorite, my favorite girl…my favorite lucky charm. Forever"
THE END
#taking requests#fanfiction#writing for fun#carmen sandeigo fanart#carmen sandeigo netflix#carmen sandeigo 2019#VILE#Villains#Dr. Bellum#saira bellum#Parenting#Toddler#Cute Toddler#YOU POV#x reader#lgbtq community#Island#requests open#experimental#genetic modification#cupcakes#coach brunt#countess cleo#dr bellum#professor maelstrom#shadowsan#black sheep#Dash Carmen Sandiego#mime bomb#tigress
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My grandpa was one of the last to work for La Forestal. They came to the Argentine Chaco to extract tannin from the quebracho tree. He tells me that every time a huge quebracho was cut down, it fell on the new little trees, not giving the forest time to grow back. A job from sun to sun, on lands stolen from the native peoples of the Chaco, who, along with criollos and immigrants, were also forced into gangs to cut down trees so hard that broke down axes, with trunks meters in diameter, to be pulverized in sweatshop factories and sent as tanin podwer to European industries. La Forestal did not pay you in pesos; you had a coin (my grandpa still has his, it says "Obrero N° 14"), which you presented at the company store, and they gave you whatever (food, booze) they cared to give you, or what they said they had; after all, as my grandfather says, if you didn't know how to read or write, how would you know you were getting less than they said?
And if you went on strike? And if you formed a union? And if you wanted to resist, like the indigenous peoples did? Some boys with a blood-red cap, the Cardenales, criminals taken from prison, would come and kill you, in broad daylight if you were striking, in the middle of the forest if you were alone. Many books tell about hacheros yelling one last long sapucai before killing themselves, because they couldn't stand it anymore.
Who were the owners of this terrible company? English. In the La Forestal HQ in the north of Santa Fe, a beautiful mansion (I understand that it is now a ruin) while the workers lived in mud huts with roofs of palm leaves, every day, the Union Jack was hoisted over Argentine soil, and of course, at five o'clock it was tea time, while all the tannin, loaded on barges and on railways worked by Argentines but owned by the British, went to Europe, and the wealth, of course, to London.
My grandfather lived through the last of this. Perón already came by that time, with worker's rights, unions, rural schools and clinics, the nationalization of railways... Nevertheless, he still had to hunt to eat and work from a young age at the machines of the company, as the company was leaving the country and couldn't even bother to pay a pittance to its workers. It eventually closed most of its operations and came into Argentine hands. But don't think it was because the English had a change of heart. They just found a better source of tannin, the acacias in their African colonies. God knows what crimes they committed there, if this is what they did in the territory of a 'sovereign' country.
And this is the side of the story I know. I cannot yet speak for all the territories the British owned in the Patagonia, some of which are still owned by English millionaries today. Don't come to tell me that the poor innocent English had nothing to do with the genocide that was done to the indigenous peoples in this country.
#cosas mias#argentina#imperialism#history#I can't believe you braindead pelotudos actually think the British Empire is an innocent entity who had no influence in South America#and did nothing wrong they just had some sheep in some islands! well.#let's not forget: they would also have owned the whole of Patagonia if they could#in fact they tried to take over Argentina before it was even independent#do you think we dislike them just because of football?
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“ Fresh grass for lunch “ // Steffen Fossbakk
#Faroe Islands#Iceland#nature#landscape#grass#green#sheep#aesthetics#wanderlust#explore#follow#discover
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And we're done with the Scrapniks!!!! This is a very long and very packed chapter, but I hope it's an engaging read
#mecha sonic#scrapnik mecha sonic#mecha knuckles#e 117 sigma#belle the tinkerer#whisper the wolf#tangle the lemur#lanolin the sheep#sonic the hedgehog#tails the fox#amy rose#e 123 omega#shadow the hedgehog#bean the dynamite#bark the polar bear#scrapnik island#sonic fanfiction#all together now!
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She's reading Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf
Carmen Sandiego, la femme rouge, the lady in red, the crimson shadow, daughter of Dexter Wolfe, The Wolf
#bonus points because she used to be blacksheep and wolves hunt sheep#carmen sandiego#carmen Sandiego 2019#is this fandom still alive?#vile#vile island
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Burnt Island Light, Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Burnt Island gets its name from routinely set fires. The fires make for better grazing grass to feed the sheep that once populated the island.
#Burnt Island Light#Boothbay Harbor#Maine#island#maine#lighthouse#fire#sheep#grazing#grass fire#shepard#lighthouse keeper#Burnt Island#Boothbay#illustration#art#design#maine artist#illustrator#maine illustrator#artist#maine lighthouse#lighthouse art#lighthouse illustration
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Trying to impress his wife 😎
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Iles Féroé
By RUFF Etienne
#ruff etienne#photographer#flickr#black & white photography#faroe islands#faroe sheep#sheep#animal#mammal#nature
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Sheep and penguins, East Falkland Island, Islas Malvinas, 2022.
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