#Hayday

[monsoon-of-art]

got this amazing amazing commission from @furiouskettle and I could not be happier!!! they look so great, even if they're absolutely arguing over something very stupid.

[t3mp0ral1ty-art]

Artfight 2024 - Hayday

I love this funky scarecrow man so much I just had to draw him for Artfight this year. I had a really fun time sketching out this pose and I hope I captured him really well! 

Hayday belongs to @monsoon-of-art, please check out their OCs they're so cOOL!!!

[dunaldoodles]

Hayday, to go with Dragonfly! While these two animals would've never seen each other, I have little doubt that a Microraptor would either be the world's worst nuisance or the world's lightest snack for a Ceratosaurus.

Hayday is owned by my friend, @monsoon-of-art! Go follow them!!

[doodleimprovement]

Bringing Nell back to her roots with this little comic - with @monsoon-of-art's Neon Hero OCs who I love very much

I'm sure Nell also feels some affection for them. When she isn't stitching them up in her living room, that is.

[thetommoway-oioii]

naming my hayday dogs buck and eddie because I'm the funniest ever actually

[deredebiryosuncukkk]

İşimizde ve gücümüzdeyiz

[psychangels]

Against the World

Pressure

Libby checks her phone for the first time since she got to camp. 44 unread texts. Most of them are from Dad. The ones that aren't are from Mom. 3 missed calls; one for each day she's been here. All from Dad.

She sighs. She marks all of them as read; sends both of them a, "K;" and sets her phone aside.

No point in reading them. It's always the same needless worrying and nagging. Be careful! Be good! Have fun! Try to keep your anger in check! Don't threaten the counselors! Blah, blah, blah! Ugh.

Her fingers curl into fists. Why can't they just leave her alone? The one good thing about this dumb training camp is that it's supposed to free her from their nagging. But they just.

She punches her pillow.

Won't.

Again. It makes a soft thump.

Let.

And again.

Her!

And—she rears back, glaring at the pillow—again.

Huffing, Libby rams her face into it. She lets out a muffled scream. It's further dampened by the loud chirring of insects outside. Still, it manages to sound loud in the dark quiet of the cabin.

Then, with a frustrated grunt, she throws it across the room. It makes a quiet thud as it hits the wall. Another when it falls to the floor.

"...Libby?"

She jolts. Her head snaps in the direction of Digby's whisper.

"...What's going on?" he asks.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep, Digs."

There's a pause.

"M'kay...night..."

She sighs. "Night."

Crossing her arms, she waits to see if Ross will react, too.

Her fingers twitch. So does her face.

He never does. Despite that, she can't get herself to relax.

As quietly and carefully as she can while feeling as though she'll explode any second, Libby creeps out of bed.

The floorboards creak loudly. Each groan and whine only makes her scowl deepen. Her hands clench into fists. At least Digby and Ross never say anything or get up.

Pausing at the door, Libby pulls her boots on. They're rough against her skin. But it's better than walking on the dry grass barefoot.

The moon greets her as she walks out, providing her with just enough light to see. Stars twinkle overhead. Fireflies mimic them around her. A gentle breeze rustles her long hair. The bugs are even noisier now.

It's such a lovely night. Too bad she can't find it within herself to appreciate it.

Stomping along, she uses her power on all the plants nearby. The grass lengthens. Trees gain more branches, their amount of leaves doubling. Flowers bloom. Weeds properly sprout up. Brambles become thicker and thornier. Bushes get bushier. Berries sprout and ripen. Roots spread farther.

They should be thanking her. She's the only reason this camp looks as nice as it does. But no! They can't even be happy about that!

She could tear this whole place down. Make the trees bend until they break, crushing the buildings. Have the vines pull whatever's left apart. Grow the brambles so thick nobody could even try to repair any of it.

She could.

Libby pauses. Somehow, she's found her way to the lake. Right at the steps of the dock.

Brow furrowing, her shoulders rise up to her ears.

She thickens some of the grass around her, turning the thin blades into fat tendrils. They coil around the dock's supports. With a few good yanks, they tear out from under the planks above. The pieces splash as they fall into the water below. All that's left remaining is the stairs.

With a sigh, she lets the vines drop. They lie on the ground in heaps.

Then, with the tiniest of smiles on her face, Libby walks back to the cabin to get some rest.

[slvtf0rchr1s]

lmao not me being kicked out of my hay day neighbourhood cause i didn’t play for like a month (im emotionally unable and i feel personally attacked by fucking sarah_farm13 or wth)

btw this is so not sturniolo related i apologise 😭

[heartagram-vv]

hayday moodboard :)

Hay Day game moodboard

Thanks for the request

[melisaanrr]

Beş dakikada yap tarifinin 2. Saatinde ben

[monsoon-of-art]

wanted to do a little doodle of my guys :D happy holidays

[kiyfra]

A picture of @monsoon-of-art 's OCs, Dragonfly and Hayday

[sunsburns]

i have a severe hayday obsession

[j4y-stardustt]

Weirdest post ever but does anyone wanne be friends on hay day😭😭🫶🏻?

My tag: #LL8GJQUV8

[tenmillionthfirefly]

Gordon Ramsay taking over Greg's farm on a zen and mindfulness campaign in Hay Day was not on my 2025 bingo card but here we are

[reklvss]

I’m obsessed with the game HayDay.

My tag is #LGR880Y8G. Add me!