#MY WIFEY

[slimeywermy]

bit of a wip for ya ; ))

[creativemess33]

Haley x farmer art by me :) she’s my favourite wifey in stardew for sure Haley please be mean to me

[helluvadyke]

they're goofin

[imagination-phantom]

“How’s it going toots you here to see THE Mr. Mystery are you?”

My goodness! It’s so good to be back in the falls it feels like home!!

The raw choke hold this old man had on me an this fandom in 2012-2016+ was obnoxious to the point Stan Pines is STILL in my top three favorite comfort characters.

My Stan’s girlies get it. lol

[4theluvofsapphos]

Maybe a cute little angst comfort turned smut where Lilia only ever hears you sing when you think you are alone because reader is self-conscious of their voice compared to Lilia. Confrontation ensues, sad revelation followed by some comfort, maybe a cute lil duet. And then some soft smut because, of course, Lilia wants to hear your pretty voice...

✧༝┉˚*❋ Sing for me, Birdy. (1/2) ❋*˚┉༝✧

[NSFW] - Lilia Calderu x Singer!Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, angst, hurt, bad self talk (R), comfort, use of pet names (L), Lilia wants Reader to 'sing' iykwim...*wink wink wink*, R is kind of pathetic idk HFJHSDf

A/N: WOOHOO WOOHOO W- I love you lilia never change...also patti lupone, ily2!! this was very fun to write, helped me distract from my period pains <3 love being a woman

I had to split this into two parts to keep myself motivated so here's part one KFSDKJf

The shadow of your smile…when you are gone

Will colour all my dreams…and light the dawn

The tune rolled off your tongue, quiet and tender in their crooning words. It would be times like these, in the early mornings when you would sing. Ever the romantic, you would sing about her. The object of your affections, the woman who swept you off your feet and yet kept you grounded all the same.

Lilia Calderu was an enigmatic woman to many. Kooky as she was sharp, aloof and yet somehow so knowing…She, who sang like a chorus of angels, or a raging stormy sea. 

Look into my eyes, my love, and see…

All the lovely things…you are

To me…

You sat in your cramped study– the apartment really only allowing for one desk and a comically small bookshelf to place your literary belongings in.

Your eyes were closed, flickering behind your eyelids were images of Lilia’s gentle smile…Her kind eyes, and those warm hands cupping yours as she shared much needed words of wisdom. 

Lilia, to you, was everything. 

She greeted you outside when you had first moved in across the hall, inviting you inside for a cup of tea, and a tarot reading. You hadn’t really been paying attention to what she said, more so how she said it.

Her deep amber eyes pierced you, seeing your being– as if cracking you open and reading the very letters of your soul. She probed your mind and asked you questions no one had ever considered asking, had you come to revelations about yourself that you never would have known unless she had asked. 

Something about her made you believe that she saw you.

She saw who you were, who you wanted to be, who you will be– all at once. She saw the purpose in your life, the mistakes, the victories. She saw every single little thing that made you who you were.

Our wistful little star...was far too high

A teardrop kissed your lips...and so did I

You were a singer, sure-- but Lilia...she was a Singer. You never found the words to describe the richness or strength of her voice-- none that would do it justice, at least.

But you never sang at home.

It was a sort of sheepish self consciousness mixed with the fear of being judged by someone who you thought to be far better than you were-- at what you considered your 'job'.

Many of your colleagues and bandmates believed your voice was of high excellence. You never entertained the idea, not really-- pitiful as it was.

On the stage you shined, glimmering like a thousand stars, but at home...in the one place where you should've felt safest, you grew scared. You curled up within yourself and closed up like some sort of singing oyster, never to reveal your pearl to anyone.

You were content to just...sing to yourself. Quiet and gentle, your little love songs would go unheard.

Now when I remember spring

All the joy that love can bring

I will be remembering

The shadow of your smile

...

Or so you thought.

A second voice filled the small space of your apartment, muffled only slightly through the thin plaster of the wall connecting you to the hallway.

Smooth and sweet like honey, Lilia's heavy vocals washed over you, causing you to forget yourself in that moment. Quickly, though, you realize you had left your door open a crack, allowing the sounds of your voice to leak into the hallway and across through Lilia's screen door. She must have heard you since you started, the thought mortifying you.

"Y/N, darling?" The older woman hummed, peeking her head through the crack of your door, hand pushing the door open just a little farther. Her wild curls framed her face in that way that made your heart ache, gaze steady and all-seeing as it often was.

"Lilia-!" You squeaked, nearly falling out of your chair as you attempted to stand, scrambling out from between your desk and running to open the door and let her in.

The witch had been in your home countless times at this point, usually resting on your couch opposite to your vintage recliner, sipping tea she brought over and listening to you talk about all your gripes with bandmates or clients. She would simply nod, clicking her tongue or tutting those "Idiot men", as she called them.

"Are you alright, Y/N? You're crying.." Her tone was gentle as she made her way into your room, her hands quickly finding your face and wiping the tears on your cheeks with her thumbs, soft and tender in their touch.

"L-Lilia, yeah-- yes, yes of course...I'm fine I just- You...did you hear me the entire time? I'm sorry, it was terrible, I know. My technique has been lacking and I- I-"

"Y/N." She breathed, one hand coming to your shoulder to shake firmly, maybe in hopes of shaking some sense into you. You stop your spiraling the moment you hear her pleading tone. "Listen to me, sweetheart. You need to stop this abhorrent self talk, always so deprecating towards yourself."

Your teary eyes searched hers, finding only earnest sincerity. "When you say such unkind things to yourself, you are hurting someone I care deeply about. And I cannot let that happen."

Lilia's hand wiped away more stray tears, reaching to your desk and pulling a couple tissues for you to wipe your nose and eyes with.

"I-I'm sorry, Lilia..." You murmured between sniffles, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose a couple times. She only chuckled in reply, shaking her head gently-- pursing those lovely lips of hers.

"Sorry for what? Singing one of the most beautiful renditions of a classic love song I've heard? Or for crying all over my cardigan? Because both are ridiculous reasons to be apologizing, so don't."

Your reddened eyes followed Lilia as she sat down on the couch at the end of the room, beckoning you to sit next to her.

Of course, you listened. A source of much needed comfort, Lilia wrapped her arms around you as you sat down, leaning against her body and sinking into her scent. Bergamot and lavender...a little bit of incense from her divination rituals...Her comforting warmth bloomed into your chest and body like a flower, rippling out into your fingers and toes with a surety that had your sniffles fading in minutes.

Her hands carded through your hair, rhythmic and grounding...her nails gently scratching at your scalp, your tears soaked up by her patchwork cardigan, forehead tickled by wild coils of silvery grey and gunpowder black.

In between your sniffles, you managed to look up at Lilia, your gaze so full of love and adoration as she held you, humming a little tune to calm your difficult emotions. Your hands came up to wipe your eyes, rubbing at your eye sockets until you saw sparkles behind your eyelids.

"Sorry-- for being a hot mess around you...I know it isn't your job to clean up after me, or take care of me...but-- thank you anyway. I really--" You paused, looking away from her kind eyes. "I really needed that...needed you." You mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek at the admission.

"You...you needed me?" Lilia paused, her lips pursing as she scrutinized the sincerity of your comment. You nodded quickly, looking over to her and wiping your nose again.

"I did-- I do...I do need you-- I-I-.."

'I love you' You wanted to say, your lips twisting and turning and your tongue swelling to try and push the words out, but the sounds never came.

-

BOO HISS I know it was supposed to be a one parter but I literally feel so demotivated so take this for now.

this fic and it's second part dies if this isn't well received so pls like reblog anything PLSSS!!! (I need validation chat help)

[me0wme0wv]

Hi I got mad at posting online but since its 2025 i can show my first ticci toby of 2025 yay

[cclarkswife22]

she looks so bf here

[womenaremymew]

this photo makes me wanna throw up 😭

[frookiethesillybilly]

HUMAN BUBBIE DESIGN

[leecantdraw]

I love my wife

[helluvadyke]

inspired by this gem:

only no thunk, just.. fall

she’ll be coughing up pencil shavings in a few hours

[imagination-phantom]

POV: You almost got away with the goods … the goods being Stan’s Jacket~

Then he says something so Stan and it makes you pinch his cheeks so he behaves~

[meguchi512]

WITHOUT A SOUL / MY SPIRIT'S SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD

[happyhaydd]

the rate in which i need him is completely off all the scales

[cclarkswife22]

loml ❤️

(my friend is so lucky)

[womenaremymew]

caroline >>>