#farm cleanup

[ahedderick]

The old man is gone, but the flowers he planted remain.

There's a mess everywhere you look.

Someday we'll have it all cleaned up.

[payasita]

lmao never know famine again idiot

[artfightdramaconfessions]

genuinely dont see how theres any problem with supposed art farmers. artfight is such a low pressure thing that the only reason i can see it being a genuine issue if someone was harrassing the ppl they attack for not revenging, in which case you can just report+block. theres never any pressure to attack someone back. also if youre this on-guard against art farmers it seems very easy to accuse someone of being an art farmer when theyre just young/beginner at art or are unaware of the unspoken ettiquette people make up in their heads. in short it just seems like a total non-issue.

June 22

[blakistan]

So when Lightfall drops every element is getting an equivalent to Stasis Shards/Ionic Traces, right? So that means that either a) Void and solar are getting new Aspects for some of their subclasses specifically to generate Firesprites/Void Breeches and those that don’t get new aspects for other functions (quite nice), b) Firesprites/Void Breeches are introduced as intrinsic effects of either the elements as a whole or specific subclasses (similar to amplified from arc multikills being intrinsic on all arc subclasses), meaning that Stasis Shards/Ionic Traces are no longer aspects and those subclasses get entirely new aspects to replace them, or c( Firesprites/Void breeches are introduced via new Fragments, meaning that Stasis Shards will get tied to a fragment as well. Point is, I’m excited to be able to get the ability energy cycling granted by Stasis Shards without needing to waste an aspect slot. The boost to build flexibility is going to be awesome either way but I’m hoping for option b the most.

[drewis469]

Been way too chummy with this bitch. I’ll be glad when clean up is done. Blow downs as far as you can see.

[reportsofagrandfuture]

"That LocalCoho is able to raise these complex creatures on land is a radical change, one poised to turn an industry rife with environmental concerns on its head."

[callooopie]

NSWF MODERN CREGAN HEADCANNONS PLZZZZZ💋💋💋

Modern!Cregan Stark headcannons (pt. Smut)

Be like the love that discovered the sin — Be // Hozier

found time to finish this!! I had to take breaks and fan myself when writing this… but that’s what I do for all my writings oops I’m a silly lady who gets flustered too easily >~>

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aw man guys… Cregan loves shower sex. ‘Cause to him? He’s strong enough to lift you up and press you against the shower wall, and very easy cleanup. At this angle with you held against the wall, Cregan can also watch as he drags his thick cock in and out of your hole. His hands? A firm grip on your ass, arms wrapped around the outside of your thighs as he holds you up. He’ll make you wash his hair in this position, wanting to see your hands shake or tremble as you reach up to lather his hair with shampoo. He was just outside all day, he doesn’t wanna be too dirty touching you.

Cabin is secluded enough to where you two could essentially do anything, inside and outside. Although in my professional opinion, summer mosquitos in Alaska? Hell on Earth. However, a bit of tent action now and then didn’t hurt (the bug bites sure did tho ouchh). It’s just nice being out there with you, a warm campfire going, your warm walls clenching around him as he pounds into you from behind. And you can be as loud as you want too.

I find it hard to think of specifics for Cregan here. Is lazy sex a term for it? You���re not fucking, and it could technically be classified as lovemaking. But really, you’re just talking about your day as you ride him while he sits in one of the chairs on the back porch. A beer in hand of course, his eyes never leaving yours as he listens intently. He has his other hand on your hip, not guiding you, only to hold. Being so comfortable with each other that you can have full on conversations even as you’re bouncing on his cock. There’s no rush to it and you’re both content with stopping, pausing, continuing. At the end of the day, Cregan just wants your skin against his in any way possible. It’s a peaceful feeling, having you and the sounds of nature. And then one or both of you will start to grow impatient, conversation running dry as you focus on chasing your impending orgasm.

Breakfast in bed, giving or receiving. Or both—Cregan would not mind you choking on his dick while he eats you out. But if he wants to wake you up something special like; he’ll be the one to get up first, make you an actual breakfast or just coffee. A refreshment for after. You’re still fast asleep, and the sun’s barely funneling through the early morning clouds. But Cregan will be awake, hovering over you, making sure not to let the blankets slip off of you as he inches himself lower and lower. A kiss pressed to your heart, and then your stomach, another kiss against your womb. And then finally a faint kiss pressed to your clit, followed by many more and a tongue that swirls around the sensitive bud. Tiny kitten licks to start out that are soon followed by long drags of his tongue up between the folds of your cunt. His arms are supposed to be gently wrapped around your thighs, however they lose their gentleness when Cregan starts to lose himself in the taste of your wetness.

If he’s on the receiving end though? Be prepared for his hand to latch onto your hair suddenly. Cregan’s a light sleeper. I feel like he’d have to be if he’s got a type of farm going, ready to respond to any threat or disaster at the drop of a hat—early morning or dead of night. So it doesn’t take long for him to be roused from sleep at the feeling of your tongue running up and down his length. He’s a little lost for a moment, only when he’s coming out of sleep. A tired and grumbled moan coming from him. But when he realizes what’s happening; his hand will grab your hair and force you down onto his cock, loving how your lips feel around him. He’s thick, he’s big, you can barely fit half of him into your mouth. More fun for him, watching you as you struggle and gag around him.

He’ll be more mean about receiving head. When you gag, he’ll make it his “secret” mission to thrust more into your throat. On accident he’ll say. Do not believe such falsities. His large hand will grab your hair, gripping onto your head almost as he shoves your head down. On accident! His hand slipped and got the better of him.

But what he does onto you, can be done onto him. He’s got such nice long hair, yank on it as he eats you out. It’s also nice how you keep his hair out of his way, nothing to interrupt or bother him as he tries to bury his tongue inside of you. Messy eater, so it’s even more important to keep his hair out of his food. He will spread your legs, actively pushing them apart or holding them in a way they can’t budge an inch. Even a twitch in your legs makes him wrap his arms around your thighs tighter.

Top. Even on bottom Cregan’s a top. He’s not a dominant top though. He’ll be nice. He’ll praise and compliment you as you ride him. He is bigger than you, he hopes you can handle him some more. You’re doing well as it is too, despite your complaints of your legs burning and your pace slowing; he’s very, very proud. He’ll get impatient maybe, a firm hand smacking your ass, his tone slightly more stern as he tells you “to get a move on” he’s gotta be up early, and you’re stalling just ‘cause your legs are tired? Fine, he’ll take over for a bit.

[al0m]

Even in stone, there is a kind of warmth.

They thought they were just seeking comfort from the idea of Death, never realizing that he was watching them back.

first part

this is from my cotl stardew valley AU <3 here's some context:

After escaping their beheading, the Lamb moves into the overrun farm of Ratau in Stardew Valley. During their excursions they find an old, overgrown statue of a cat.

The rat tells them about an old legend of a god of Death and gives them some ancient books to read.

The Lamb treats this old legend as fiction but still finds comfort in the thought of a god of death existing after having to watch their family die.

During their cleanup of the farm they also free this old statue of the weeds and moss that have overtaken it in the span all those years, not knowing Narinder is watching them from down below through the statue.

This specific act of service serves as worship, which leads to Narinder feeling devotion again after 1000 years. <3

[hybbart]

Day 1944: With so many animals it wasn't ready for, Lizzie's farm has become quite muddy and messy. The ranchers take care of the animals for them while they do what they can on the house and cleanup, but there's one menace Jimmy is getting fed up with.

Get noodled, idiot

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Secluded 1720 Georgian home in London was further modified in 1750. Terretts Place is in a secluded courtyard and ‘blind alley’, discreetly sequestered behind shops and restaurants. Lit by a once-gas double lantern, it is an enchanting enclave of just 5 dwellings. Originally, it was a standalone house, but in the 19th century, houses were added on both sides, creating a terrace. 4 floors, 5bds, 3ba, £2,850,000 / $3.454M

Entrance hall. Wow, this is very original. It's good to see that no walls were knocked down and the wood is still intact.

Now, that's a Georgian fireplace and deep dental crown molding.

Lovely red second sitting room.

Isn't this kitchen amazing? The wide plank floor is original and there's a strip of tiles to protect it in front of the stove and sink. A modern farm sink and backsplash were added. A modern stove is in the original fireplace.

Elegant dining room.

You can tell that the stairs are original by the wear in the middle.

The bedrooms are on the 2 upper floors.

There's a bath on each upper floor. Look at the antique hardware on the door.

Bedroom #2. They're not very large, but they're cozy.

Stairs entering the 4th, and uppermost, floor.

This is nice, a larger, brighter bedroom.

The courtyard and garden in the back of the house.

Has a nice rose arbor.

Lovely yard just needs a little cleanup and trim.

[ahedderick]

Eyes narrowed, jaw firm.

Just me an the crowbar, boys. I'll be right back.

[sleepyboywrites]

@justkeepscrollingscrolling

Hey all! In case you missed my last post Tumblr updates ruined my life and asks no longer allow you to save as drafts and then update them. Since I normally don't write all in one session I have quite a few in my drafts currently that I have to get creative in actually answering so that you all still get notified when I get around to your asks. Moving forward I'll just answer in one go but for older asks (ones before I noticed/before the update) will be answered like this! Also I haven't written in a while so I apologize if it's shit.

Save a horse ride a cowboy

Masky knew you were raised on a farm. His favorite, albeit slightly teasing pet name for you was 'Cowboy' or 'Farm hand'. He's seen you carry corpses of fully grown men in one arm since joining the proxies. He had confronted you on multiple occasions how and why and you had replied. "I've hauled hay when our tractor broke and carried a newborn filly to the truck to rush to the vet after she wasn't walkin'. I can hold my own Darlin'." And he had been oh so kind to remind you who you belonged to for your lip and sweet farm boy ways. Yet he still sometimes underestimates your strength and in all honesty it's your own fault.

Play fighting and rough housing was nothing at all new. Mostly because Masky suffers from cuteness aggression and you, farm boy, are sturdy enough to handle it as well as dish it out. You two did it so often that if you didn't people assumed you were fighting fighting. On top of this you had a bad habit of letting Masky win because he's just so cute all smug on victory and everyone likes to be shoved into the couch face first by their partner sometimes cause being manhandled is just as fun as manhandling.

That is until one day, a really busy one, you didn't really have the time nor energy to let him win.

Masky had been extra annoying today. Poking and proding and shoving and basically all over you. Normally no complaints whatsoever but you had a shit ton you needed to get done. The list of cleanup tasks you were assigned today was two pages long and with your boyfriend attacking you at every turn in some form of cuteness aggression taking over and possessing him the second he saw your face, you getting fuck all done. Cleanup from the cannibals of the mansion plus the targets of the main proxies (because apparently scrubbing the remains of EJ's lunch off of the kitchen walls for three hours wasn't enough to deal with) had made for an unusually large amount of work for the sole cleanup crew member, you, and you were over it. So as Masky tried to tackle you in greeting for the fifth time today hoping to instigate you to wrestle him and to in turn win and coerce you to get a little 'closer', you just held your ground picked up the corpse in one arm, pried his arms off with a "Hold on Darlin' I have work to finish and I'm running behind. Later." And walked away.

Masky had stood there for a moment with a confused look on his face before the realization struck and he remembered his view of you and your 'softness' was heavily skewed. But once the shock disappears he became determined to genuinely tackle you. Stalking, lurking, and hunting you as you attempted to finish your work as Cleanup. He had proven himself to be quite the pain in your ass as you avoided his attacks and eventually lost him all together getting to finish the long list of tasks you had been assigned. You took a shower changed clothes and were scrolling on your phone on the couch when you finally sensed him again.

His vaguely pissed off and irked in general aura slowly approaching you from behind. You pretended not to notice that he's approaching and place your arms over his as he hugs you, clearly mopey, from behind. "Hm... So we're doing angry cuddles now, are we love?"

Masky didn't reply shoving his face into your neck, you could feel his intrusive thoughts to bite you, his hesitation to do so. Masky begins walking away from you and into the kitchen.

Without warning you chase after him and pick him up as he shouts and squirms playfully trying to escape your grasp and flip the script, "Look, I'm sorry I was avoidin' you, 'm not angry at you darlin, I was just overbooked on what needed done. Now quit your moping." You explained as you threw and pinned him to the couch. Masky going fully silent and still as you pin him down, giving you an odd territorial and excited look. "What?" You ask as he stares up at you, an eyebrow raised.

"Save a horse..." He replied looking you up and down. As it slowly processes in your head what he's referring to and you scoff and chuckle as you shake your head.

[homoquartz]

okee dokee here's some video game recs!! indie/small studio only

these games are ALL top marks for me. there's none that i'm like, meh about. they do have some issues probably, but it's outshined by how fun and memorable they are. i'm happy to expand on any of them.

exploration games

what remains of edith finch

slime rancher

firewatch

subnautica

paradise killer

journey

strategy/puzzle games

overland

dorfromantik

unpacking

potionomics

the witness (recommended only if you're not a completionist - one of the puzzles is timed to take like 2 irl hours)

grim fandango

portal 1 and 2

farming sims

stardew valley of course

my time at sandrock (early access)

narrative games

disco elysium

i was a teenage exocolonist

little misfortune

tacoma

the stanley parable

other

hades

viscera cleanup detail

psychonauts 1 and 2

night in the woods

soma

undertale

left 4 dead

life is strange (first game only)

bonus (big publisher but old so people forgot it): bully / canis canem edit

[ender1821]

nobody likes pearlescent (froglights) — clips from impulse’s latest stream

transcript and bonus Pearl responses below!

Impulse: —a lot of stuff, actually. Oh, man, I got some building I need to do, I don’t want to spend my entire week restocking… Look at that, we’re out of the froglights, too.

Impulse: Ooo, okay, not those (pearlescent) ones though. Dang it, man, nobody likes pearlescent.

Pearl, in his chat: OH

Pearl: WOW

Pearl: THE SHADE

Impulse, laughing: Love you Pearl! I’m playing, you know I’m playing, oh…

Impulse: Yeah so I’m gonna raise the desk, if the stream ends, it’s because a cable got caught somewhere. I’ll be back. *audio becomes more distant*

Pearl, in game chat: Wow, someone must really like the Pearlescent block, because it’s sold out — guess you have to restock impulse

Impulse: *laughs* I just read Pearl’s message, oh that’s fantastic… oh man

Impulse: I think the thing is though, I don’t think my farm is working… The question is, did she actually pay for them?

Impulse: *checks barrel* she did! Oh! Missed some, she didn’t see that barrel. Gosh… I’ll take it, I’ll take it, thanks Pearl.

Impulse, reading chat: Will I be signing TCG cards on stream? Uh, yeah probably, I dunno, I thought it would be kinda cool if— *reads that Pearl joined the game* oh no.

Impulse: I thought it would be kinda cool if I got together with Tango, and maybe Tango and I can hang out together signing cards, you know what I mean? Maybe we could stream that, that could be a cool thing.

Impulse: *laughs at Pearl being stuck at his elevator*

Pearl: Your elevator is the— It’s the worst!

Impulse: What is happening? Are you stuck? Are you stuck in there?

Pearl: I hate your elevator! I can’t do it! I suck at it man… Here we go—

Impulse: MCC champion here everyone— oh wait, not yet. So…

Pearl: The crown on my head is all that matters, okay? Don’t mock me! Yeah, there we go.

Impulse: You did it! You went with the reverse exit, I like that strat, let’s see…

Pearl: Apparently any other way just does not work, and uh… that’s how it goes, I guess.

Impulse: I don’t understand… It literally doesn’t work for you to just walk out?

Pearl: No it doesn’t, I just slide down it.

Impulse: Oh, you poor thing… You can’t afford this whole barrel.

Pearl: How dare you. How dare you even say that? Who do you think I am, sir?

Impulse: I guess you did just do that big job for the Scar cleanup, so… Maybe—

Pearl: Oh, he hasn’t paid me yet.

Pearl: —another situation

Impulse: What are your plans for all these froglights you just bought?

Pearl: I dunno what you’re talking about, I didn’t buy those.

Impulse: Okay…

Pearl: Someone really likes pearlescent blocks, y’know? *cough*

Impulse: Yeah…

[messycunt]

hucow trey<3

He is the most helpful boy on the farm! Always helping in the kitchen if and when he can. Keeping the rowdy boys of his bard in order to the best of his ability, helping with cleanup after a local show when him and his handler stay behind for awhile. Trey is definitely not the big prize winner amongst the beautys on Night Raven Farms, but he's certainly a prize for any handler to have:)

...So why can't you just 'relive' him? You tell him how he's so good, so why can't he have your attention now?

Trey really tries to be patient when it comes to his milking rituals, but he can only handle so much before he bends you over the fence and does as he pleases. You can't cry and beg your way out of this one, "I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house:(" You say..yeah, well you should've thought about that before you came prancing around and gave the usually relaxed Hucow blueballs.

-🌸

I’ll flesh out the hucow AU more later but for now keep in mind we're goin off hentai logic so just try not to think abt it too much, kay?

hcs + a blurb, not proof read

cw: Male lactation, afab reader, hybrids(hucows), noncon(groping and frottage), not proof read :P

You're not Trey's handler and honestly? you're pretty sure he doesn't even have one so you’re the closest thing he has to a caretaker. Not as if that would come as a surprise, he's so much more well behaved then certain other members of his barn(ehem ehem Ace and Deuce) the constant supervision probably isn't necessary. Probably.

It’s more so like you’re around to make sure he doesn’t work himself to death, though he insists that he’s more than capable of carrying his work load.

He's big and caring with a lush deep brown-green hide and a pair of noticeably stubby horns.

His sweet demeanor and helpful nature mean he'd make for a more than worthwhile companion and you would happily take him off of NRF's hands, uh, if you had the money that is… and if he was for sale to begin with

Too bad those circumstances are never going to aline :( but at least you get to spend time with him AND get payed :)

Not being a show cow means that he doesn’t have to worry about the stress that some of the prize bucks like Vil or delicate steers like Riddle do.

He does however help out with almost every physical job that there is to be done around the farm as well as at local shows and markets

Other than assisting with his milkings or helping him with washing and brushing out his tail and just being there to make sure he doesn’t pull something you don’t really do much, not that watching him carry out bales of hay dripping in sweat or giving him full body massages during down time are things you would get bored of.

Sneaking peeks of him out of the corner of your eye when you think he isn't looking(he is) is something you admittedly feel guilty for, but maybe you wouldn't if you were paying enough attention to notice him sneaking similar glances of your figure.

You’d be surprised at the effect that a half buttoned flannel and some daisy dukes or even a pair of overalls could have on him.

All of the little things you do drive him up the fucking wall

You’re either making his life hell on purpose or you really are a hapless airhead.

Hugging him close enough to press both of your chests together when complimenting him on the pastries he had given you to snack on that morning, cream moving from your face to his as you placed a kiss on his cheek in thanks, letting him rest his head against your lap during the both of your mandatory lunch break instead of letting him continue on working like he planned to.

You care so much about him it's cute! If only he could repay your kindness with equally innocent intentions.

But back to the milking thing…..

It took some getting used to at first, from a mental standpoint you were anticipating it to be a nerve-racking task for both parties involved.

Trey was unexpectedly calm the first time, for having someone who was basically a complete stranger clumsily knead and pull at his chest gingerly in delicate preparation before setting the suction of the milking machine several levels too high anyway(his nipples were sore for days!)

His milk has a subtly smooth buttery taste and is perfect for pairing with pastries or making creams to go in coffees and teas,,, not that you’d know this ofc.. not like you would try sneaking a few sips after one of your weekly milkings or anything.

You felt eyes boring holes into you from behind as you set aside the third full milk canister of the day. Trey had been acting strange lately. Not making eye contact or engaging with you. He wasn’t ignoring you, not necessarily, but the most you would get out of him was a grunt before continuing on without so much as a word. Maybe it was something you said? Or you crossed an invisible boundary of some kind? You had made that mistake before; accidentally using a moisturizer that belonged to one of the blue ribbon show bulls, earning a thorough chewing out from him. Who knew farm animals cared so much about their skin care routines and what was his stuff doing in the main house anyways?

A pair of heavy hands on your hips and a head resting on your shoulder dragged you out of your thoughts. “Ah, Trey you startled me silly” the jump of your exaggerated delayed reaction almost knocked over one of the milk cans. Attempting to balance out the new weight on your back before bending down lower to set the tin back up you felt something hefty, hard and hot pressed against you from behind. That explains it. “Hey if that’s the, uh, if that’s the problem you’ve been dealing with we don’t have to do anymore work for the day! We should get you to the breeding stables and pick back up tomorrow yeah? Or have Ace and Deuce pick up where we left off instead.” One of the hands slipped down to roughly tug your shorts down the other ripped your top off of your body. You let out a sound akin to a pathetic dog whimper. “I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t want to burden them by taking a half day when I don’t need to. Not when I have a grade A heifer to fuck right here and now, all to myself too. I’m real lucky huh?”

How he was able to speak so casually of such things was beyond you and being as completely thrown off as you were made formulating an adequate response harder than it logically should have been. Your bewildered state gave him enough space and time to manipulate your body to his liking. Back arched to his liking and bare tits pressed against the cool sheet metal of the milking room wall putting up a fight didn’t even cross your mind. You had witnessed him throw around things three to five times your size with ease enough times to know that whatever fight you could put up was not going to stop him. “Trey sweetie” the pet name burned on your tongue “I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house. Just let me do that first and then I promise to help you out alright?” He went right back to ignoring you.

The wet head of his dick pressed against your panties as he rubbed his shaft up and down against the lone thin piece of fabric protecting your most delicate parts from him. You groan in annoyance and swallow the drool pooling in your mouth. If he couldn’t take ‘maybe later’ for an answer he definitely was not going to like the sound of ‘no’.

Blinking away tears you reared back and prepared yourself to take the biggest dick you had ever had the displeasure of being abused by.

You never did get to take that milk to the main house.

11.28.22 - more

[bonefall]

this is based of the halloween special patrols in clangen but what would the clans think a scarecrow is? would they thinks it's a really fucked up Twoleg or a twoleg creature like how they think cars are twoleg controlled monsters

They're easily spooked by them! They can't see them unless they're at a vantage point where they can view the whole field, unlike a crow which FLIES at the farm. Clan cats approach from the ground and are small animals.

So they usually find them by bumping right into the pole. It's obvious it isn't a real human but... is it not unsettling? That humans create these... straw effigies of themselves?

A rumor would get started that it's actually a poppet, a channeling tool for forbidden magic, and it would make WindClan feel sick to its stomach. EVIL humans, of COURSE they have their own Dark Forest!!!! They probably don't even have a StarClan! Awful, fiendish beings!

WindClan is the only one that visits the fields on a normal basis though, and even then, only in times of scarcity when there are no wild grains to make into dough. They would likely avoid fields with scarecrows, if they had a choice, and if they did visit they would be more discrete than usual. Usually, they'll kill vermin as "trade," leaving crows and rats on the farm doorstep, but not if there's a scarecrow present.

Chelford Townies knew about the Clans long before science did though. So they probably caught onto it. WindClan never takes a noticeable amount of grains, and the vermin cleanup is appreciated. I'm not sure what they did to make the scarecrows less terrifying to the cats but equally terrifying to the crows, though...

I feel like adding anything shiny would just attract crows and magpies, which the the absolute opposite thing they'd want, so they wouldn't learn that through happenstance. Putting out the classic catfood and toys would just scare WindClan even more, "THEY WANT TO MAKE US INTO KITTYPETS!!!!" And the farmers deeefinitely don't know anything about their star-based culture.

So yeah, unsure. Communication issue. Maybe it can get better at the Lake where someone can go to a talk in the nearest town and approach a researcher directly. In any case I'm sure the actual staff at Windover Farm (they dont own it, the Windovers did before selling it to DevCo) in Chelford miss the cats terribly.