#ask sabby

[junoshusband]

YOU HAVE BEEN

✨BOOPED✨

[jugheadthelesbian]

sabrina carpenter as cashmere & melissa barrera as enobaria <3 i love the original cast for the careers so much but like i love the idea of sabrina and melissa being allies/onscreen girlfriends even more

but tbh like enobaria to me is synonymous with meta golding at this point haha

omggg yes absolutely, i would love them as the younger versions of them!!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

1 and 4 for both of ur muppets s/is ^^

Thanks for the ask Danny :D Ask game here!

give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

Sabby (full name Sabbath, named after Black Sabbath) is the ultimate fanboy, he's got so much energy you would swear he has ten cups of coffee a day (ten million) but he's also really nice! He always wants to lend out a hand and cheer someone up if they're having a bad day, he's also the only one who finds Fozzie's jokes to be actually funny… well more like gut busting, his aesthetic is hippie, and he's also Led's little brother

Led (full name Led Z. named after Led Zeppelin) is the Electric Mayhem's band manager, he's a worry wart and kinda neurotic, he has a difficult time relaxing and is always fidgeting or looking around somewhat panicked, but he's also very organised and intelligent, he's also quite protective of the band and their image, his aesthetic is hard rock/punk, he's the older brother to Sabby

4. What's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

Sabby's are Life's A Happy Song, She's A Rainbow, Come Together, Here Comes The Sun, and Good Vibrations

Led's are Back In Black, Seven Nation Army, I Wanna Rock, Song 2, and Rock On

[dominant-si-imagines]

Thank you for this blog <333

Aw no problem! I love writing imagines for you guys :3

[ask-group-3-1202]

The ask box is open!

[godmodebeginswithlesbians]

You’re fucking ur clone right?

yeah

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Meow meow meow meow meow

Meow meow meow meow! Mrrrrp!

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hello fen! my beloved! it is ominoose ! obligatory ily mwah! also any chance of some non smut romantic blue ? :)

ILY MWAH RIGHT BACK! And of course, it's always simping for Blue hours in my mind.

Club!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi•requestinfo •

Warnings: overuse of italics, extremely soft Blue, references to previous sexy times, kissing, pet names, badly proofread, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1085

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Blue’s in a foul mood. 

You knew that before he’d thrown the whisky glass against his office wall (you weren’t there at the time, but you’d heard about it after). You knew before Sabby’s hushed whispers reached you about the screaming fit he’d had. You knew before you’d seen his goons running around like panicked headless chickens. 

Some money had gone missing. A lot of money. 

A lot, a lot, a lot of money. 

So you’re a little on edge when Gorski tells you to go see him. That he’s requested you. It doesn’t exactly fill you with sunshine and rainbows. 

You knock on his office door gently, entering when he calls and shut the door softly behind you. 

You’re not sure what you're expecting. Rage. Shouting. Ranting. But it wasn’t this. 

He’s standing close, his shoulders slumped, his bottom lip pouting outwards ever so slightly. His eyes look red and glassy, not drunk or high, but on the verge of tears. 

“Baby,” he says with a sniffle and holds his arms out to you.

You swallow in surprise and move towards him quickly, reaching your hands out for him. Blue sighs as he holds you in a soft embrace, squeezing needily but being overly careful not to cause any discomfort. 

“Blue,” you speak softly, moving back a little to see his face and stroke his cheek. “You okay?” You know he’s not. But you ask anyway. 

He shakes his head and presses closer to your hand, kissing your wrist and hugging you tightly before he sniffles into your neck. “Horrible day.” He mumbles against your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” You stroke his back soothingly. 

He’s taken off his jacket and tie, you can see them discarded messily on his desk. Not folded neatly like his usual routine. 

“It’s okay.” He leans back and smiles, his voice thick and tired. He strokes your cheeks, your neck. His actions are soft, revenant. Not the needy grips and tight squeezes you're used to. 

“Come and sit with me?” The question in his voice surprises you. It sounds painfully genuine. 

You nod as he leads you to the plush sofa, keeping his hand in yours and rubbing his thumb against your skin. 

When you sit he pulls you carefully into his arms, leaning back and encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

It’s oddly comfortable being held like this, being so close to him without part of him in you or you in him. 

He kisses your temple lightly, still stroking your upper arm lazily. “You’re my most precious thing, you know that?” His voice is so soft, quiet with a slight shake to it. 

You stiffen, you can’t help it. The words seem so alien that it’s like you’ve got emotional whiplash. 

“What?” There’s a hint of worry in his tone as he moves slightly, loosening his grip so he can look down at you as you glance up at him. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, I…” You’re not sure what to say. What you can say. Why are you being so… kind?

He nods, a small frown pinching his forehead. He traces your jawline with his thumb. “I don’t tell you enough.” He pauses. “I don’t tell you at all.” He swallows and sighs. “You’re my- you’re the most precious person.” He trails his fingers softly down the nape of your neck and you shiver. 

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he intently watches your every movement and miniscule action. The way your breathing changes ever so slightly, how your eyes dilate a little when you look at him. 

Carefully he leans up to kiss you, gently urging you to lay on top of him fully as he reclines back. You follow his movements, certain that this will lead to passionately harsh kisses and his tongue in your mouth. Love bites and teeth marks, groans and sighs, and him coming inside you. You naked while he stays clothed, perhaps loosening another few buttons of his shirt, his belt unbuckled and fly undone.

But instead he holds you softly, kissing you gently and sweet. His tongue occasionally traces your bottom lip, slips inside a fraction, but it’s always delicate, thoughtful and sweet. So unlike his usual burning fire that leaves you blistered. This only warms you, wraps you tight in a comforting embrace. 

Eventually, though still far too soon for your liking, he pulls back, glazing up at you with large, doe eyes and kiss swollen lips. He smiles lazily. The look is soft on him, making him seem much younger suddenly. Less sharp around the edges. 

“I have something for you.” He whispers, pulling a box out of his pocket and opening it to show you. 

Inside is a beautiful drop necklace, decorated in delicate dark blue stones arranged in the shape of stars. It is so unlike the normal garish jewellery he makes the dancers wear, large pieces that gleam and catch the stage lights so even clients at the back can see how prettily his girls are decorated. 

You touch the necklace lightly. 

“They’re sapphires,” he says softly. “And diamonds, and white gold.” 

“Blue,” you’re not sure what to say, you’re not sure what he wants. 

He takes the necklace out of the box and carefully fastens it around your neck. The chain is loose. It doesn’t cut into your skin. You could easily remove it if you wanted to. 

“You look so beautiful.” But he isn’t looking anywhere near the necklace when he speaks, only into your eyes. 

You lean into his touch when he strokes your cheek again and he sighs happily. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t place. Contentment perhaps. 

“Lay with me a little longer?” He asks gently and you nod instantly. 

“Of course.” 

He smiles softly as you lay back down against his chest, his arms around you. 

It’s only when you settle that there’s a spike of embarrassment runs through you. “I didn’t say thank you Blue, for the necklace, it’s wonderful, I-”

“Shh,” he smiles and kisses the top of your head. “You never have to thank me for anything, ever.” He nuzzles against you for a moment. “You’re my special angel.” 

You listen to his heart calming as he hugs you. The gentle beat and warmth of his body. 

He whispers something quietly, barely louder than an inhale. Difficult to distinguish but you’re sure you caught the words. 

“I love you.”

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[spookky-aint-spooky]

Shittiest video I have ever made but whatever Sabby redesign

Featuring my heavily auto tuned voice bc I hate mine :D

also here she is separately. weird splatoon hair lookin ass

(unrelated but do you think seeing blitz— a guy she was completely powerless to protect despite whether or not they knew each other— almost get absolutely fucking slaughtered gave her flashbacks to her brother getting killed? jst a question, not asking for any particular reason /lies)

[cheswirls]

here's another bc i like how it started <3

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undercover op where ace sees Sabo behind the counter and immediately moves to play along

Sabo working as a barista in a fancy upscale cafe that businessmen in the area flock to in droves. He has register duty for the week and the screen system has already been wired so each card that's swiped gets the data pulled and saved to an external drive. When Ace walks through the front door Sabo does his best to smile through his teeth. 

“Is cash okay?”

“Sorry, sir, all we take is card.”

“Ah, no problem. Got one saved to my phone.”

“I’m afraid it has to be a physical card.”

“That so? Let me see what i have here. Will a gift card do?”

“We are not accepting gift cards at the current time.”

“Just my luck. Oh!” Ace smiles wide and pulls a silver card from his wallet. “Good thing i have a prepaid credit card on me! There you go.”

Sabo takes it with more force than necessary and swipes it through the system without looking. “Very good, sir. Anything else for the day?”

“Well, actually-”

Sabo's eyes fall open and his pupils are narrowed to slits. “That was rhetorical,” he hisses between his teeth, leaning just slightly closer to Ace so he can't be overheard. “Take a seat, Ace,” he says, saying the name Ace had given him to write on the order with such disdain but disguising it with a well-intentioned smile.

Ace is having none of it, planting a palm heavy on the counter between them as a warning to keep Sabo close. “Don't be like that, sweetheart. I was only curious as to when a certain barista would be off for the night.”

Sabo sniffs and pointedly leans back, looking at his nails and perfectly playing the part of pretending to halt a customer's advances. “Shop closes at six,” he mumbles.

“So seven?” ace tries. “Or six-thirty?”

“Closer to seven,” he mutters, then turns to accept Ace's ready-made drink and slams it onto the counter so he just barely avoids crushing Ace's hand. “There you are!” he announces, overly fake and plastic smile perfectly intact. “Enjoy.”

Ace takes the card he now suspects has no balance remaining and his too-expensive coffee and chooses to be petty and take a seat at the back of the cafe instead of leaving outright. This spot gives him the perfect view of Sabo, which he knows has the other seething, but hey. It's been some time since they've seen each other. The least he can do is enjoy it before it's all over.

--

“I had no idea you were seeing someone, sabby! You’re so cute together, too! Hehe~”

Sabo grits his teeth behind closed lips and works hard to not snap the after-rush checklist clipboard between his suddenly-taut fingers. “Cute is not a word i want to be associated with, especially not in this setting. And no, i’m not seeing anyone.” He turns sharp on his heel and points a finger threateningly at his teen coworker. “Unless any other thirty-something in a suit asks after me, and then you say i am not single. Understood?”

Aisa laughs behind a poised hand and turns her eyes to very blatantly look in ace’s direction. “No? Well if he’s not taken, maybe i’ll try my chances.”

Sabo holds back most of his strength when he brings the clipboard down over her head. She still whines and brings both arms up to shield herself, the little drama queen. “Don’t, he’s too old for you. If i let you flirt with men while on the clock, your father would have my head.”

Aisa sticks out her tongue, but the act of defiance is tamed by the shudder that runs through her frame. “Yeah, yeah. You always gotta ruin my fun.”

It keeps him sane, most of the time: getting to put a brat in her place. He hadn’t planned on being stuck in shifts with the owner’s own daughter, but his luck had always been down in the dirt. Adding him suddenly showing up out of nowhere was just the cherry on top of this whole fiasco. At least he only had a week left. If he could–

Sabo raises a brow at aisa’s enthusiastic waving and looks over his shoulder to see her target.

Of course it’s ace, at the door with his empty to-go cup, waving one-handedly in sabo’s direction.

Sabo crosses his arms in response, wanting no part in this. He turns back to snap at aisa only to find she’d stopped on her own, now content with leering at him from up on high. 

“Ohhh, i get it now,” she insists, making her voice extra bubbly for the added edge. “He’s your ex, isn’t he?”

The clipboard snaps in two before he can register the pressure he’d applied to it. Aisa frowns and grows quiet when she sees. She jumps off the counter and mutters an apology before hurrying into the back room.

Sabo can’t even blame her. He can’t even get mad. She’d been right, after all.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D

Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️

This post is long, be aware:

The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.

Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?

"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!

Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?

Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.

Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.

In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!

Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.

Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.

Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).

Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?

Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.

Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.

Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?

It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.

No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).

But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.

Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...

One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....

Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.

Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.

Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.

"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!

Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

2, 6, 10, aand 11 for the self insert ask game? for sabby 💟 —cephalophoricboyfriend

Thanks for the ask Puppet :D Ask game here!

2) post a meme that describes your s/i.

6) what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

Ooh Sabby's way more energetic than me! And more joyful too, I'm a pretty happy chappy but I don't think anyone can reach the pure levels of glee and fun loving he can- as for similarities? Our aesthetics are quite similar! We both have a love of hippy things, and also our shared love for truly terrible jokes and puns

10) what are some of your s/i's major skills?

Sabby's really good at the tambourine, he plays it with the band sometimes! He's also quite good at cheering people up, his energy and joy is rather infectious so it tends to help others also feel happier, he's also an actor, but that can range from being good to quite a pain to sit through as he can get… carried away

11) what is your s/i afraid of?

Nothing! Apart from the dark, snakes, being lost, being alone, and heights! But other than that nothing!

[dragonsneversharetheirtreasure]

You know that I’d just die to make you proud. The taste, the touch, the way we love

It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

Love Song: Lana Del Rey

New OC: Sabrina Changretta (eventually Shelby)

Aliases: Sab, Sabby (by the Du’Martel sisters) amore mia, mia cara moglie, Cara Mia, il mia amore, la mia vita (by Luca) love, darling, sweetheart (any other British term. all by Tommy)

Date of birth: 21st June 1888

Place of birth: Florence, Italy

Parents: Adele Laurent (Mother) Ottavio “Otto” Balotelli (Father)

Siblings: two brothers: Riccardo and Matteo

Children: Isabella and Beatrice Shelby (Legally Changretta) Enzo and Anthony Shelby

Love interests: Luca Changretta (husband) Tommy Shelby (Lover, eventual husband)

Appears in: Tommy x F!OC fic (untitled right now)

Faceclaim: Lana Del Rey

Backstory:

Sabrina Balotelli was born on the longest day of the year. And if you asked both her parents they’d give different answers. Otto would tell you his daughter was born late at night where as her Mother Adele would tell you she was born in the early hours of the morning.

She was a spoiled child, anything she wanted - she got. Even if it was as simple as a kiss from Papa before he went to work but her demeanour was meek and mild. She was soft spoken and sweet natured, rarely speaking out of turn.

Her older brothers are her world: Riccardo is a race car driver, staying clear of family business and Matteo an Italian Mafia Prince - Set to take over when their father steps down or dies.

When Sabrina was sixteen, she met Thomas Shelby while on a trip to England. The eighteen year old struck her as pretty with his light blue eyes and his deadly smirk. She gave her virginity up to him resulting in twin girls named Beatrice and Isabella.

At twenty three she married Italian-American Mobster with as thirst for vengeance after the death of some kinsmen. She’s the calm to his storm and keeps him on the straight and narrow in return for him raising her girls.

At twenty five, she crosses paths with Tommy Shelby once again. She gives birth to twin boys who are named Enzo and Anthony. She buries Luca who is killed in a gun fight between a few of the Changretta boys and Tommy and John Shelby

At twenty eight she’s married to Tommy and living in Arrow House.

Taglist;

@queenzee27, @munstysmind, @red-write-hand, @sherwoodknights, @gothicacetheatrekid, @watermeezer,

[ask-group-3-1202]

Sabbie 100% calls Steel 'chat'. He absolutely hates it.

[Image ID: Sabbie crouched on a ledge, asking 'so, Chat, what do we think'. Below it, Steel' responds on an overseer, saying 'I told you to stop calling me that' /.End ID]

This is my first time doing an Image ID so I hope that works

[melonbear51]

sabbie tremere please, I love yogurt ideas ❤️

Thank you for the ask, Anon! Hmm, this is also a tricky one, as I feel like Tremere in general would be reluctant to participate in the vaulderie due to their fierce protectiveness over thaumaturgy and general weird attitude towards blood bonds. Let me see what I can put together, though.

A Tremere obsessed with reclaiming the magic that the clan lost when they were transformed from mages to vampires, they joined the Sabbat to be being free to conduct experiments that would even make the most twisted member of the modern House Goratrix shudder. Unlike their compatriots who wage war against the antediluvians and hunt their fellow kindred, this Tremere specifically targets those they suspect to be mages in order to run tests on them and drink of their "undiluted magical blood." 2. A Tremere whose sanity snapped after experiencing the absolute worst power abuses that came with the pyramid structure. Joining the Sabbat when the clan's blood bonds fell apart, they now seek to completely extinguish the bloodline as a whole as both revenge against those who hurt them and as a mercy for other Tremere who may well be victimized should the clan eventually regain their former status. 3. A Tremere obsessed power who never quite could get it when aligned with the pyramid/one of the houses. However, seeing as thaumaturgy is a rarer discipline among the Sabbat, they have capitalized on this fact and are using their skills to climb the sociopolitical ladder within the sect. 4. A Tremere who was seduced by either a Lasombra or Tzimisce member of the Sabbat and drawn into the sect. Whether or not Dominate was involved in this seduction or if the Tremere has genuinely fallen for their "dark angel" is up to you, but regardless, they are slavishly devoted to their love and to the cause as a result. 5. A Tremere who poses as a practitioner of witchcraft or new-age beliefs with a devoted Tiktok following. Using their social media presence, they book "private tarot readings" with clients. Unfortunately, the clients rarely make it out of these readings alive, though the pack ends up with full stomachs as a result. I WISH I HAD MORE IDEAS BUT THIS IS ALL FOR NOW SO I'M SORRY 😭. I hope you like these, though!