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I truly just want to protect as many animals as I can protect. Forreal. Like I get so emotional, especially when i see baby animals. Like it hurts my inner soul when i see people abusing dogs and other animal because they literally are just there… 🥲 Living and wanting to just survive.
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I *finally* drew my Fallout New Vegas OC before they became a ghoul :)
#dw I have an entire backstory and lore for him#he blew up during a megaton-esque mini nuke that blew up in the town of white sands#also yes in the fallout universe there’s a bunch of dorks who set up a town in white sands for cover etc ANYWAYS#he ran the local farm with his parents but he fucking hated it#before he got shot in the head by Benny pickles was a little asshole#and yes his name is percius but he doesn’t go by that anymore#not after… the ‘abq’#ANYWAY#I HOPE U LIKE MY RAT MAN!#PICKLES 4 LIFE!#if anybody wants more of pickles pls let me know I’ll do it#personal#drawing#art#sketch#fallout#fnv#fallout new Vegas#pickles#courier six
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anyways i think its finally time to re-organize my farm 😔😔😔
.......ill wait till the winter.....
#other#t talks#stardew valley#anyways whats up#i wanted to play stardew but didnt want to be on my computer since its so fucking hot n my compuer get even hotter#so i was gonna download a stardew knock off game on my old ass ipad#but!#it turns out stardew actually can run on my old ass ipad :)#so now i have 2 farms!#its the uuhhh ipad mini 2..... which is from 2013....#n i still use it cause as long as it can turn on then my tech never gets tossed just for being old.#it only has 16gb of space n 10 of that is used up by the system but by god does it have old versions of my apps and now stardew valley#also im def setting up my farm better on there cause moving everything now is gonna be so annoyingggggg
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horse!!!!!!
#mine#update on my minecraft world. EVERYTHINGS AMAZING#i logged back in today after not playing for a bit and i went on a mining trip bc i was low on iron#i went to the same cave ive been exploring but i took a new tunnel AND OMFG U WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND...#1. another deep dark biome (scawy) 2. literally over a full stack of diamonds 3. 48549428358 iron lapis redstone and gold as well#4. this structure that idk if it was modded or not bc ive never ever seen it and it had good loot too#5. like 3 dungeons (plus 2 that i saw on the minimap but couldnt access) AND I GOT 3 SADDLES!!!! PLUS 2 HORSE ARMOR#6. most importantly i found this fucking amazing donut-shaped area DEEP underground like im talking y -30 and -40 deep#that was just A GIANT RING OF LAVA WITH DEEPSLATE PILLARS RISING FROM THE LAVA AND TOUCHING THE CEILING#IT WAS HUUUUUUUUGE AND IT WAS SO INCREDIBLE TO WALK THROUGH I WAS IN SHOCK !!!#the deep dark was attached to it which was cool plus a couple mini cave systems where i found some loot and stuff#it was AMAZING!!!#i also finally finished my enchanting room so now my bow is soul fire + power 4 which makes it insanely OP#after i did all the epic mining i tamed my horse and donkey and then they had a baby mule#i took the horse out to do some cartography but he died in a tragic powder snow incident#i also found some buried treasure and explored a village and i found a 2nd horse!!#and i adopted a super cute kitty with a pattern ive never seen before in the village#1 more quadrant before my level 4 map is filled in and then ill also have 4/25 maps done on my map wall which is exciting#so now i have 1 horse 1 donk 1 mule 3 dogs and 2 cats. plus my farm animals#what a wonderful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm excited to find more stuff#and eventually go to the nether...i have all the materials i need its just a matter of actually getting around to it lol#im thinking ill do the 3x3 grid surrounding my house on my map wall first and then explore hell#i want to make the portal room kind of creepy and weird and attach it to the ench room and the map room...i set up the ench room with magma#and blackstone and amethyst i tried to make it look corrupted and creepy and cool and on fire but the shelves make it more cozy lol#so the nether portal room will ACTUALLY be dark and creepy and corrupted. and it will be sick as fuck#i want to set up a mining base of operations at the cave entrance too...much to do!!!
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f1 driver's bday posts for their babies
daniel ricciardo, lando norris, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz jr, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, max verstappen, george russell
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danielricciardo - it's these two's birthday so the twin's are old now??? stop growing up! your dad commands it!!
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youruser - their mum commands it too!! they've gotten too big 🥺
danielricciardo - maybe it’s time to try for more … youruser - push two kids back to back out of you and then we’ll talk about more danielricciardo - 🤐
user1 - i feel like just yesterday the twins were born
user2 - ME TOO!! i miss the redbull days when they were so so small user1 - ikrrrrr 🥺🥺
user3 - i forgot how cute they are omfg 🥰
maxverstappen1 - playdate with p again when??
kellypiquet - ^^she’s been asking!! ❤️ youruser - so have they!! drop by anytime 💖 danielricciardo - come to the farm 😀 maxverstappen1 - danielricciardo no.
user4 - i love that they’re so close with p it’s adorable
user5 - i mean they were babies together at redbull so user6 - that's so cute 🥲
user7 - mclaren jumpscare
landonorris - chat i'm afraid the monster's grown now. birthday boy will forever be a messy boy tho, some things never change with age.
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youruser - my sweet boy, takes after you a little too much 😆
landonorris - and what's that supposed to mean? 🤨 maxfewtrell - you're a slob, just like my godson carlossainz55 - godson?? 🧐
user1 - he really is lando 2.0
user2 - youruser is really living my dream
user3 - NO FR!! cutest baby and hottest husband 😩 user4 - like how does it feel to be god's favourite???!!
mclaren - happy birthday mini norris! 🧡
user5 - even mclaren admin is obsessed with the little lad user6 - who wouldn't be?!
oscarpiastri - my nephew's getting so big
maxfewtrell - nephew??!! carlossainz55 - nephew??!! oscarpiastri - nephew!!!!
charles_leclerc - ma petite fille, joyeux anniversaire! mon monde entier et ma douce fille, papa t'aime tellement :)
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youruser - aye! she's getting too big! mon ange <3
charles_leclerc - our sweet baby ❤️
user1 - little leclerc is too cute
user2 - remember when she was born 🥺 user1 - how could anyone forget 🥺❤️
scuderiaferrari - happy birthday baby leclerc! ❤️❤️
pierregasly - let kika and i babysit again!!
francisca.cgomes - yes!! let us babysit 💖 charles_leclerc - you almost didn't give her back last time?? pierregasly - not our fault she's adorable youruser - i'll give you that one
arthur_leclerc - her favorite uncle can't wait to see her!
lorenzotl - 🤨 carlossainz55 - 🤨 pierregasly - 🤨 arthur_leclerc - i stand by my statement.
lewishamilton - it's my baby's birthday! my beautiful girl is four, can't wait for many more memories to come with my little love
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youruser - the last picture 😭 she's just too cute!
lewishamilton - gets it all from you, youruser youruser - 🥰😘
nicolashamilton - my lovely niece! give her a happy birthday kiss for me!
youruser - alwayss ❤️ lewishamilton - she said she misses her uncle!
user1 - the mini gwagon 😭 she's adorably spoiled
user2 - with lewis hamilton as her dad? i think she always will be lewishamilton - exactly!
roscoelovescoco - i's love's you's birfday girl 🥰
user3 - i love that lewis comments for roscoe user4- i know he's laying in bed laughing doing it too 😭
mercedesamgf1 - our merc princess! happy birthday! 🖤
user3 - oh to have lewis hamilton be my father
user4 - right??! the most stylish baby with everything she wants user3 - so jealous of a four year old rn ...
carlossainz55 - mi niño pequeño ya no es tan pequeño, feliz segundo cumpleaños hijo, pronto karting! 💪🏼💪🏼
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youruser - two years old already! time is flying!
carlossainz55 - flying like he will be on the track soon youruser - im going to choose to ignore that carlossainz55 - 😐
landonorris - ok so when can i babysit again
carlossainz55 - you lost him last time???!! landonorris - WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK youruser - no.
user1 - he's so small omfg
user2 - so cute 🥺
user3 - are we all just brushing past lando losing him?
landonorris - HE WAS STILL IN MY APARTMENT IT WAS FINE charles_leclerc - whatever you say mate landonorris - HE'S A VERY FAST BABY lewishamilton - sure, kid
scuderiaferrari - the sweetest baby in red! ❤️
carlossainzofficial - mi nieto, feliz cumpleaños!!
youruser - he won't stop asking for you, abuelo! carlossainz55 - ven aquí! carlossainzofficial - on my way!
oscarpiastri - happy birthday to my aussie beach baby! to many more sunsets and rises
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youruser - many more sunsets 🧡💛
oscarpiastri - always, love 💛🧡 user1 - the hearts 🥺 i wanna love like theirs user2 - RIGHT!?
mclaren - does the birthday girl need some more merch?
oscarpiastri - we'd never turn down some papaya
user3 - she really is just a beach baby
user4 - i feel like they're always there 😭😭 youruser - gotta give her the best experiences! user4 - that's so sweet 🥺
landonorris - she's just so wee
oscarpiastri - wee little papaya baby landonorris - my favourite! 🧡
logansargeant - hugs and kisses for the birthday baby!
oscarpiastri - always, mate!
logansargeant - baby birthday baby birthday!! a whole year old and plenty more to come from my girl
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youruser - the buc-ee's hat😭
logansargeant - she had to experience the vibes youruser - and i believe she enjoyed it 🙃 logansargeant - everyone who goes, does enjoy it!
user1 - the fourth of july picture 🥺
user2 - she's so smallllll 🥰
oscarpiastri - tiny baby
logansargeant - wym she's gotten huge oscarpiastri - you've got dad brain, mate, she's tiny
alex_albon - my baby! come over and visit with her...now
youruser - only if lily's there, i don't trust you alone with my child alex_albon - logansargeant are you hearing this?? lilymhe - baby...you shouldn't be alone with her logansargeant - lilymhe thank you alex_albon - i will not accept this 😖
maxverstappen1 - he's five now! verstappen legacy is about to live on as he starts karting 😡💪🏼
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youruser - he's so big now! fifth pic he was just a babe
maxverstappen1 - he's almost all grown up youruser - do not make me cry right now verstappen user1 - into the dog house he goes
danielricciardo - mate, he might take your seat soon
maxverstappen1 - he's gotta fight for it danielricciardo - he 100% will maxverstappen1 - i know 😂 user2 - this kid is so loved yet challenged user3 - max is healing his inner child with his own little boy user4 - i know 🥺
redbullracing - you're just warming the seat for our star, which is him
maxverstappen1 - i already know, verstappen dominance crossing centuries landonorris - can you just give us a break, mate maxverstappen1 - no.
user5 - he looks just like his dad 🥺
georgerussell63 - my love is now three, but i remember when she was only a fresh few weeks, i love you so much baby
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youruser - pretty girl 🤍
georgerussell63 - our pretty girl 🤍 user1 - they're still so in love, it's so adorable
user2 - she's so rich 😩😆
user3 - they're like old money old money user2 - i know...i am green with envy
mercedesamgf1 - our favourite cheerleader! happy birthday 🖤
georgerussell63 - the best cheerleader around!
alex_albon - SHE'S SO BIG NOW
georgerussell63 - I KNOW alex_albon - but she's still so cute georgerussell63 - i know 🥰
user4 - she's the sweetest little baby
user5 - happy birthday mini russell!
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#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1 x you#formula 1 imagine#formula one smau#daniel ricciardo smut#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo fanfic#daniel ricciardo fluff#george russell x reader#lando norris imagine#george russell x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x charles leclerc#max verstappen x daniel ricciardo#max verstappen x lando norris#max verstappen smau#daniel ricciardo smau#george russell smau#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant imagine#logan sargeant x you#logan sargeant fluff#logan sargeant fic
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Marvel’s an Old Lady
He acts like an old lady. I don’t know. Let’s say Billy’s been spending too much time volunteering at an elderly home because he doesn’t want to be on the streets skulking around. It’s rubbed off on him.
Like for example, he knits like crazy at the Watchtower. It gives him something to do with his hands, what can he say?
Marvel: *in an all too small rocking chair, holding too small knitting needles, zoned out, listening to the gods argue while making a quilt that’s like twelve feet long*
Hal Jordan and John Stewart: *peaking around a corner, watching Marvel*
Hal: “That’s what I was saying! He does not look okay.”
John: “Hal, I’m sure he’s fine.”
Hal: “Dude, he’s been at this for like two hours straight. No breaks.”
John: “Wait really?” *sounds more concerned now* “I would’ve thought he’d been at that for two days.”
Hal: “Yeah, no. He’s just been sitting there. Knitting. It’s kinda creepy to be honest.”
John: “Damn.” *uses ring to summon a ruler and float it over to measure the quilt*
Marvel: *doesn’t even notice as Zeus is picking a fight with Solomon*
John: “That thing’s like twelve feet long.”
Hal: “What?” *concern amps up*
Later Billy cut up the quilt a little bit and donated it all to a homeless shelter.
Then of course there’s the classic old lady move of giving out candy. He’d give the younger heroes candies. He’d give the younger heroes who have become adult heroes candies. And overall, he’d just give everyone candies.
Flash: *telling Marvel about some problems with Iris* “—And now she’s mad at me!”
Marvel: “Oh, it’s okay Flash. Here, have some candy.” *puts a strawberry taffy in Barry’s hand*
Flash: *sniffles as he shoves it into his mouth, wrapper and everything* “Thanks, man.”
Or
Damian: *got scolded by Bruce and is now silently brooding on the couch in the Titan’s Tower*
Marvel: “Heyyyyy Robin…” *super awkward* “I uh… heard you got scolded by Mr. Batman.”
Damian: *mini bat-glares him*
Marvel: *awkward pause* “Take a candy.” *gives him an orange taffy*
Damian: *stares at the candy for a bit* “Tt. I have no need for pity-filled gestures.”
Marvel: “It wasn’t meant to be pity-filled. I just thought candy would make you feel better. Sorry.”
Damian: “Don’t waste your apologies.” *eventually eats it*
or
Marvel: *gives a blood covered Red Hood candies even though the man just shot someone in front of him*
Batman: “Don’t encourage him.”
Red Hood: “Definitely encourage me. I have no idea where you get these but they are delicious.”
Then, the pie making.
Supes: *walks into kitchen cause he smells pie* “Marvel? Are you making pies?”
Marvel: *taking a fresh pie out of the oven* “Hm? Yeah! Ms. Kent told me about a new recipe to try.”
Supes: “Ms. Kent? Lois doesn’t make pies.”
Marvel: “Ohhhhh. No. I meant the other Ms. Kent. Your mom. We discuss and make pies and pie recipes. I’ve been to the farm a couple times too so we could bake together- Your mom hasn’t told you?”
Supes: “No?? Why do just casually know my mom like that?”
Marvel: “We met through a Facebook group. Want to try my blueberry?” *holds up pie*
Supes: “Yes??” *gets a slice and takes a bite* “This really good.”
#billy batson#dc captain marvel#shazam#captain marvel dc#fawcett comics#fawcett#fawcett city#green lantern#hal jordan#john stewart#clark kent#superman#batman#bruce wayne#red hood#jason todd#dc robin#damian wayne#the flash#barry allen
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just found out there’s a really reputable mini cattle breeder that lives like two hours away from me… so now i’m daydreaming about buying like a big plot of land, building a tiny house, and using the rest of the land to host a very humane and lovely mini cattle sanctuary/petting zoo.
#i would knit them so many cute little scarves and blankets#and i’d play them tons of jazz#because jazz makes cattle happy and i want them to be happy#and i’d only have the ones who like being pet/like people participate in the petting zoo#the rest could just do whatever they want during that time#and i’d get a couple great pyrenees to protect them#and some barn cats#just cause no farm is complete without a barn cat#and we’d all be a big happy family#just me and my mini cows and my pupperoos and my barn cats#and then to keep the farm profitable i’d also grow a lot of weed and sell it to local dispensaries#the weed money would then go towards continuing to provide for my sweet babies#people would be so jealous of me and my mini cattle and our weed money#they would come from far and wide just to sneak a peek at my adorable lil cows and bulls#i know most farmers get mini cattle because they serve essentially the same purpose as regular cattle but take up less space#but i would just get them to be my friends#i would not game end them for food#nor would i steal their milk#i’d just want them to be happy and feel loved
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Animal Farm: Mondays
Male Yandere Harpies x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, harpies, general yandere behavior, captive reader, spit roasting, cum in hair, aftercare, male harem, brief mention of being used as a cock sleeve by bull men.) Word Count: 500 (Here it is! I have had a solid wave of productivity lately answering old asks and now there is this, something I said I would do a long time ago. I said I would make a mini-fic/drabble with every group of monster men from my animal farm fic which can be found HERE.)
You sighed. It was early on Monday morning, the sun starting to stream into the window enough to disturb your sleep. You glared at your alarm clock and preemptively turned off the alarm that would go off at 10:00. It was 9:53. You wanted to cry. You had not fully recovered from Rory, Sev, and Bruc swapping you between them as a communal cock sleeve all day on Friday. You lamented your decision to be a monster man farmer with so many different species. You should have stuck to one or two. Oh well… no use crying over it now. At least you started the week off easy after your weekend break. The harpy men had pretty forgiving cocks. Ugh. Was that what it had come to? Judging how not awful your day was by the brutality of the cocks you were about to encounter? You scarfed down a quick breakfast then enjoyed your last few minutes before you were swarmed by the three harpies that called your farm home, Zan, Xilra, and Elry. They all looked similar, green and blue feathers in their hair, emerald green eyes to match, dark skin, with large angel-like wings sprouting from their backs and their legs ended in the way any bird of prey’s did. Sharp. Talons. When you stepped into the aviary your watch read exactly 10:30, you weren’t giving them a second more than you were forced to. It was like your one shred of resistance, even though it didn’t really matter very much. You also were too scared to be late after what happened the one time you were. You were sniffed out and fucked. Swiftly. As soon as you stepped into the large greenhouse-like domed building, it was like a miniature forest complete with all sorts of trees and plants, you were instantly pounced upon by the three monster men. They wasted not a single second in taking off your clothes and tossing them aside on the dirt while pinning you to the wall. “Hey come on! Those were just cleeeEEEEAAAAAANNNED. H-hey!” Two of them were biting, licking and nuzzling all over your neck while the third was using his mouth between your legs. “W-w-why do we always have to start the d-daaaay like thiiiiis??” “We love you little starling~” “Yes! And we must show you!” “We haven’t been inside you for a whole week love! It was torture~” “We must make up for the lost time sweet bird.” And that they certainly did. A week's worth of the pent up libidos of three tall harpy men unloaded on you and in you within hours. They spit roast you while you were on the ground before taking you in mid air. By the end of their breeding session with you you were exhausted. And this was supposed to be the easy day. At least they let you rest afterwards, washing the cum out of your hair and off your sore body before cuddling you and petting you while they sang sweet little bird songs and praised their darling little starling~
#yandere teratophilia#yandere terato#yandere x reader#monster boyfriend#yandere monster#gender neutral reader#male yandere x gn reader#my ocs#My OC Elry#My OC Xilra#My OC Zan#Yandere farm#yandere harem#monster farm harem#yandere harpies#yandere harpy#yandere monster farm harem
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Stray Kids Reaction || They Have A Praise Kink
SKZ x GN!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
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a/n: I’ve tried to make these all as different as possible! I hope that this is okay for you!
CHAN: The two of you lay in bed cuddled close together with your head resting on Chan's chest, it had been a long day today for him and you couldn't have been prouder than you were right now.
"You did great today, baby," You whispered as you traced your fingers over his chest and smiled. But Chan's heart rate began to pick up and his hands were starting to get clammy,
"You okay? Your heart is...racing," You placed your hand flat on his chest before smirking to yourself as you realised what was happening.
"Do you...like it when I praise you, Channie?" You arched an eyebrow before sitting up straight in the bed and looked at him as he blushed bright red.
"Oh baby, we're going to have a lot of fun with that." You teased before kissing him softly and making him chuckle. MINHO: "All I'm saying is, you might wanna re-read the recipie," Minho said as he watched over your shoulder, you were cooking the two of you dinner tonight and you'd found a recipe online you hadn't tried before.
"Can you just be a good boy and pass me the paprika?" As soon as the words left your throat the air in the kitchen turned thick and dead silent, you frowned slowly turning around to see your boyfriend frozen in place.
"Minnie?" You whispered as you watched him closely, his cheeks were flaming bright red and he appeared to be stammering over his words a little as he tried to speak back to you.
"Did you like that?" You inched closer to him as he looked at you, nodding silently as you smirked a little.
"Do you have a praise kink, baby?" As you ran your hand over his cheek he nodded once again, not able to form any kind of words just yet.
"Good boy," You whispered before he let out a small whimper, relaxing against your touch. CHANGBIN: It had been weeks of non-stop work for Changbin until he finally it was complete, the album was ready for everyone to hear and it was being released in less than a week,
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He chuckled nervously as you walked into his studio with a basket full of food. It was his final day of working and you were going to be damned if you didn't bring him something to eat.
"I'm bringing food for my man, you did so well baby I'm so proud of you." You smiled as you unpacked the basket of food onto the small coffee table, glancing at your boyfriend who was now blushing.
"You are?" He stuttered turning around in his chair and looking at you, you smirked a little as you walked closer to him and ran your hand through his hair.
"I'd had a sneaking suspicion that you had a praise kink," You whispered before leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips.
"Now be a good boy and come and eat with me," You told him as he rushed to get up from the chair and sit with you on the floor to eat. HYUNJIN: "You've been locked up in here for days," You told Hyunjin as you looked around his mini art studio, smiling as you saw the piece he was working on. It was a huge landscape piece of a farm, something he'd seen when the two of you had gone on a drive together. You walked toward your boyfriend and ran your hand over his back,
"It's looking really good though, you always do so well baby." You didn't need to see his face to know that he was blushing since his ears were now turning bright red.
"You like that?" You cooed, running your hand over his back again and letting out a soft laugh as he began to blush.
"I-I do."
"You want me to tell you how much of a good boy you are?" You added, kissing the back of your boyfriend's neck as he whimpered and nodded his head eagerly. JISUNG:
You knew about Jisung's praise kink, in fact, everyone knew about it but you were the only one who ever acted on it with your boyfriend. Including tonight, the boys were having a game night and you were desperate for some time alone with your boyfriend,
"You're such a good boy, Jisung," You whispered in his ear, only lowly enough for him to hear you instead of the others in the room.
"W-What?"
"You did so good today and I'm so proud of you," You added, running your hand up and down his arm as he whimpered a little, glancing at you.
"Shall we go back to mine and relax a little?" You arched a brow at him and he nodded at you, slowly licking his lips.
"Y-Yes, Yes."
"Good boy," You laughed softly as he rushed to get up, ignoring the guys as they asked where the two of you were going.
FELIX:
"I did it!" Felix screamed from his seat making you jump, you glanced over at his screen to see "Victory" plastered across it and you smiled. Felix had been trying to beat the level he was on for months now and you couldn't have been happier for him,
"You did it, baby, you're incredible!" You weren't stupid you'd noticed the signs that Felix had a slight praise kink and you'd been trying out small praises for weeks now.
"I-I am?" He blushed, looking back at you his game completely forgotten in the moment as you nodded at him.
"You're the best, I'm proud of you." You told him as he moved to come and crawl onto the bed with you, snuggling into your arms as you continued to praise him.
SEUNGMIN:
You knew Seungmin was in a bad mood, Felix had text you beforehand and let you know your boyfriend wasn't in the best of moods after the performance that they'd had tonight. All because he'd messed up on one note in the song,
"Baby you did great, please don't beat yourself up," You told Seungmin as you cuddled into his chest. Seungmin was refusing to talk to anyone, not even you,
"I fucked up, I ruined the song." He mumbled harshly to himself before you cuddled closer to him, kissing his chest softly.
"You did great baby, you always do. Every performance you always outdo the last and you're the best at what you do." You told him as his heart rate began to pick up.
"Yn..."
"No, let me finish. I have never been more proud than I am right now, you messed up but you didn't stutter on that stage you powered through and did so well!" You praised making him stutter and snuggle closer to you, unable to fight you back on it.
"Your praise kink is adorable." You whispered before kissing the top of his head softly.
JEONGIN:
Jeongin had been abnormally anxious lately and it was starting to worry you, all you wanted to do was comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He had a massive interview that was broadcast live and he had to speak English, something he was very anxious about but he'd done it. As soon as he made his way over to you, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"You did great baby! I'm so proud of you!" You yelled while jumping up and down with him on the spot,
"I-I'm...I did it," He blushed hugging you back as you continued to sin his praises in his ear, and you stopped when you felt his heart race increasing.
"Oh, I can't wait to explore that more when we're home," You teased, kissing him softly before whispering how proud of him you were once again.
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Potential Yans for Farmer Witch Reader (besides the living crops)
The Dandelion Witch
"I'm not a weed..."
A plant based witch created from the remains of a dead witch who's corpse became excellent fertilizer for the soil they were buried in.
Does to humans what they do to wild plants growing on their land.
Initially despises Farmer, but later develops a crush after seeing them uproot dandelions in their yard to plant in a mini garden outside their bedroom window.
Turns the heads of humans into wild flowers which they leave for Reader around their farm.
The Scarecrow
"Witch....Give me your heart."
It means that literally.
A demon who seeks out Farmer Witch to devour them and regain the power it lost centuries ago.
"Alright, but please allow me to say goodbye to my farm first."
"Very well...." <- Big mistake.
Develops a soft spot for Farmer watching them wish goodbye to their crops. Denies any feelings for them and claims they gather enough energy from the soil that they don't need to eat Farmer...yet.
Stands guard in their field. Does not do well in bright light so Farmer gifts them a sunhat and burlap sack to put over their head.
The Apprentice Farm-hand.
"I-I'll do my best!... Please give me more work than raking the leaves...."
A homunculus normal human boy who loses his head from time to time. I've spoken of him before - his name is Pliny. Farmer finds him sleeping in their barn and takes him under their wing. Terrified of them at first as he is of all witch, but eventually comes around due to how hospitable Farmer can be when they feel like it.
Wants to become a full fledge witch to protect Farmer, but Farmer doesn't think he's ready for that just yet. Especially after the last time his head fell in a pot of stew.
Peak male-wife if it wasn't for his head not being attached to his body. Makes a mean peach cobbler.
The Woman in the Well
"Come on in, Dear... The water is just fine."
Lives in the lake nearby the farm where Farmer collects their water from. Speaks to them through the well which connects their land to the body of water, pleading with them to visit.
Farmer isn't certain they are female as the voice changes from time to time.
Claims to be a mermaid that will grant all of their wishes in exchange for their hand in marriage.... Or was she a siren?
If they won't visit her, all she asks is they bring her a pair of legs so that she can visit them.
Sometimes when it rains, Farmer can hear crying outside their window.
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seasons of you (year 1 - spring)
Farmer!Joel Miller x F!Reader
summary: it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you leave
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, stardew valley AU, reader is a new farmer & has a family but no physical description, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Joel is older & in his 50’s) very light use of gendered language, handyman & farmer!Joel, grumpy!Joel, wound tending & blood imagery, discussion of family loss with light navigation of grief, Ellie being Joel’s daughter, secret softie!Joel, alcohol consumption mention, use of nickname, budding romance
word count: 5.4k
a/n: our first ‘Joel’ fic for our stardew AU series! Here’s to starting this new aventure with y’all! I couldn’t have the strength to post this without @swiftispunk @lowlights @ahauntedcowboy @burntheedges @perotovar you angels don’t know how much I appreciate y’all and am so grateful for you babes…and to you, if you read this - I’m so thankful for you too ♡
No one in Pelican Town hates you more than Joel Miller does. George, the crabby older elderly man in town, might be a close second, but Joel has him beat by miles.
For someone so incredibly handsome, almost beautiful in a rugged wilderness way with his misty mountain gray hair and sharp lovely nose, his glare could wither your entire family farm’s field.
“He’s just an ass sometimes.” Your Dad had told you with a sigh over the phone. “Been that way even when your gramps was around.”
At first you didn’t want to fully admit it but yeah, Joel is a prickly cactus of a man.
He owns a farm further down the path from yours. You love walking by it when you take the long way home and getting to spot all the sheep roaming around his fields. He’s also the town’s handyman.
“A jack of all trades, more like it.” Pierre, the main store owner, snickered that to you while Joel was in the store fixing a light fixture.
After that Joel helped you set up your first fencing gate. Then he fixed your sink. And then your water heater.
It’s been a lot and you know it. You feel guilty at how bad you can’t seem to get a hang of this new life yet. Your grandpa did it, thrived even. You can too, or you hope you can.
Until Joel glares at you like you’re a bug ready to squash, then you feel incredibly small.
Once you physically and accidentally ran into him walking out of the blacksmith’s shop when he was heading in. You sputtered out an apology, but without a single word Joel walked past you as if you weren’t even worth his time.
One night you went to the town’s saloon hoping to maybe mingle and get to know everyone better. But simply seeing him sitting inside made you turn on your heels and scramble out.
From that point on you’ve been avoiding him.
But now unfortunately, a few paces away from Joel Miller’s farm, your hand bleeds out a bit aggressively.
“Shit.” You hiss, slipping off your backpack to search for your mini first aid kit.
Yesterday you stubbornly tried fixing your fence and accidentally scrapped your hand pretty bad against the wood. Earlier you believed you wrapped it good enough but now the blood soaking through the bandaid mocks you.
“You alright?!”
The sharp accented drawl rings out loud in the early morning and fear collides into you.
Of course Joel hadn’t left for the morning.
You yell back that you’re fine but scramble frantic now trying to find the damn first aid kit.
“Is that blood?” Joel snaps, sounding closer, as his boots rush against the dirt.
“No, I spilled paint.” You grumble to yourself annoyed.
“M’old but I fuckin’ heard that.” Damn.
He’s much closer now, so close his shadow falls over you but you refuse to look at him.
“What happened!?” He barks confused.
Sighing, you give up hope on finding the poor elusive first aid kit.
“Just cut my hand, that's all. It isn’t deep. I’m fine.” You reassure him.
Joel sighs angrily.
“Come on.”
Now you turn and discover his soil eyes stare at you with such a steeled intensity you almost want to scurry away.
“Fixin’ this up inside.” He doesn’t even ask or let you leave. With one yank Joel Miller pulls you towards his farmhouse.
“I’m fine.” You snap back.
“What? Just wanna let it bleed ‘n get everywhere?” An edge in Joel’s voice silences you.
Any argument you wanted to hiss out immediately floats away the moment you cross the threshold into his house. Your eyes go wide. You never once thought you’d ever see the inside of Joel Miller’s place.
It’s larger than your grandpa's.
Joel deposits you into his kitchen. The lingering smell of breakfast, possibly oatmeal with its warm cinnamon notes, hangs in the air. Yet you feel like a caught feral cat that doesn’t know how to react being inside a house for the first time.
So you let your eyes wander.
Beautiful wood cupboards line the walls. A fridge is covered with various papers held up by sweet colorful cartoonish magnets you never would’ve expected from him. A worn cozy, well loved, couch peeks out from the slight view of the living room you spot being inside the kitchen.
Joel’s house seems knitted together by a rustic weathered comfort. Yet, there’s a hollowness to the house, like it’s waiting for more spirit to fill the halls. You can’t pinpoint or describe the stillness here in this place, but you sense it.
After rustling around a drawer, Joel yanks out a rather impressive medical kit. Largely bulky and intimidating, like him, it’s no surprise a handyman and farmer has such a first aid kit.
“How’d it happen?” Joel asks gruff and quiet as he rummages around the bag.
You tell him and his seasoned face scrunches up frustrated.
“Why didn’t ya call and have me go fix it?”
You thought about that. But you couldn’t handle the thought of asking him to help again, to deal with his frustrated sighs and gruff annoyance. He barely said a word to you last weekend when he went to check your sink again.
“Don’t need you to fix everything.” You tell him composed while Joel pulls out various things to wrap your wound.
“Besides, I can fix things on my own.” You add firm.
“Not all the time.” He replies.
You stay quiet and watch his hands, large and callous, gingerly dab away all the crimson from your cut.
He’s never been this close to you. You catch the faintest smell of wood and of something clean crisp, his laundry detergent maybe. It threatens to fog your senses knowing he smells this lovely.
“Y’dont ask for help and shit like this happens.”
Your face hardens at Joel’s words. You even childishly want to yank away your hand and storm off.
“Look I get it, you barely tolerate me and think I can’t do shit. I know I’m still new, but this was an accident. It happens.” Your words come out harsher than you intended, sharpened scythes that cut through the room, and Joel freezes.
“I don’t think that.” He replies clear as a spring blue sky.
You want to bark a laugh of disbelief, but instead you simply stay silent.
Joel sighs, keeping his eyes on the medic tape he readies.
“And I… tolerate you.” He sputters like he’s trying to muster the words out.
A moment passes. Then Joel sighs, ancient and heavy.
“Don’t mind me. M’just some grumpy old fuck-”
“Hey you’re not old. You’re just grumpy.” You interrupt trying to ease the mood and your heart jumps hearing him snort.
“M’old.” He clarifies. He is older, older than you, and that fact creates a strange flutter in your chest you don’t want to explore just yet.
“And…don’t want ya feelin’ like shit.” He continues with a curt softness.
You never knew his voice could sound this layered, so tough but tender.
“Just tryin’ to look out for ya like your gramps asked me too.”
There’s a strange apology shaded in his words but you manage to catch it. A rush of emotions drown you in their current.
“You were close with my grandpa.” You comment with a curious question lingering below the surface.
“Yeah,” Joel answers low now tenderly moving to wrap your hand. “His ol’ ass used to keep me in place.”
You smirk fondly. That sounds like your gramps.
“Miss seein’ him walk by this place and hearin’ him complain that he likes the sheep more than me.”
Joel’s fond and aching voice digs its hooks into your soul. You miss gramps too, so much.
“Used to fish a lot together out by the lake.” He adds.
This is the most Joel Miller has ever spoken to you and you worry the sun might fall out of the sky soon.
“I bet he out fished you.” You tease soft.
Joel snorts. “Damn right he did.”
You can almost picture it clearly, your gramps and Joel laughing together, having a friendship.
“He’d be proud of ya.” Joel mutters but his words chime clear.
Your attention flickers to Joel. He keeps his focus steady on your hand. However his words crystallize deep in your heart and you blink away tears. You ever expected Joel Miller to almost make you cry like this.
“Thanks…means a lot.” You truthfully tell him while you swallow back the heartache and love threatening to spill over.
“He’d also say you’re a fuckin’ stubborn thing for not askin’ for help.”
You snort at that.
“Well you knew the old guy, it runs in the family.” You reply.
Joel chuckles.
It’s small - like the faint flash of seeing a cardinal in the trees. But you heard it, his amusement, and it’s lovely for a man quietly layered as him.
“Alright, all fixed up.”
The wrap is tight, secure, and speaks of his many times previously doing this before.
“Thank you Joel, appreciate it.” You do.
“Can't be a handyman if I can’t fix up people sometimes.” He shrugs but there’s a deadpan charm to his words you’re slowly catching now.
“Doctor and a handyman, no wonder the town keeps you around.” So you dryly joke back.
This moment isn’t much. Yet it feels like gaining a good step in the direction of something right and solid.
Gathering your things, you decide to head out. Even though curiosity claws at you to take in a few more moments being inside Joel Miller’s home, you have seeds to buy.
“Where ya headin’’ to?” Joel asks.
“Pierre’s.” You huff. “Need more parsnips.”
He hums a noise of acknowledgment.
Back outside the mid morning sun’s warmth soaks you in its gaze. Maybe you could fish for a bit before you head to the store. After all, the weather is so nice.
“Hey.” Joel barks out and before heading back on the road, you turn to him.
He’s a sight on his porch. You think of the typical romance movies of the handsome farmer trying to woo the newcomer in town and how right now he puts them all to shame.
Hands crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders seem like mountains against the doorway, so striking and large taking up the entire focus.
“Don’t hesitate to call y’hear? Don’t fuckin’ care what it is or what it’s for, call me.” Joel’s face is hardened and serious, reflecting the unwavering tone in his voice.
Something heated crawls up your throat and makes you dizzy. You blame it on the blood loss.
“Besides, s’what neighbors are for, right?” He adds a bit awkwardly.
It hits you. He’s the closest homestead to you. You are neighbors with him.
“Alright will do, promise.” You nod and mean your words.
“Thanks again neighbor.” Those words tingle on your lips.
Joel nods and with that you head out.
You’re on such a strange high you simply float straight to the pier and fish. It’s comforting being among the crashing waves, the sea breeze, and the wonderful weather. You also think of your gramps and Joel here.
But by the time the sky starts to turn into a ripe tangerine you realize in horror you forget to buy more seeds.
You almost scream in anguish when you find Pierre’s doors locked. Accepting momentary defeat, you head home.
When you reach your porch, there against the steps a bundle of parsnip seeds and a small pack of bandaids sit waiting for you.
- ☼ -
Your hope to quietly enjoy the egg festival, your true first event here in the valley, is diminished when Mayor Lewis practically drags you into the egg hunt saying it’s a rite of passage.
His deadly polite politician smile said there was no way you could worm your way out of participating. So you simply start the hunt thinking of the strawberry seeds you can’t wait to plant once this is over.
You’re not overly competitive, but these eggs are getting harder to find. You want to finish at least with some dignity.
Besides the area around Stardrop Saloon you scan every inch like a hawk. Someone coughs, clearing their throat, and it catches your attention.
Under the shade of the building, nursing a cold drink, Joel slightly turns towards you.
Now instead of a hawk you feel like a surprised field mouse caught in his gaze.
Without saying anything Joel flickers his eyes a couple of times towards the corner of the building. Is he giving you a hint?
Heading to the spot his eyes vaguely guided you to, you discover a colorful egg.
You almost want to keep it as proof this happened. Joel helped you.
By the time the egg hunt ends everyone already seems to be packing up and the mysterious Mr. Miller has vanished from the commotion.
Abigail wins the egg hunt and you aren’t even upset. In fact you walk home feeling like a champion.
The next morning on the help wanted and errands bulletin board in town you spot Joel’s name. Below it is a request asking for a small pack of wood.
You readily answer it and drop off the bundle eagerly, a way to help pay him back for everything.
The pretty decent payment he gives you is nice but the crooked soft hint of a grin on his face when you arrive to deliver the request is worth iridium.
A few days after that he mails you a recipe. The letter is so simply Joel - a straightforward recipe then a scribbled JM below it. You hang the letter up proudly on your fridge.
Spring blooms more and more before your eyes.
You decide to take advantage of it by foraging for the day.
“Where y’heading?”
You’ve been taking the long way to the forest these past few weeks in hopes of seeing him again. Now that you’re not actively avoiding him, you discover, small town or not, Joel is a surprisingly busy man.
When you catch glimpses of him, instead of glares being thrown your way, Joel Miller simply nods acknowledging you. Comforting as it is to know he doesn’t outright detest, you don’t like how much you hope to run into him more.
Now he’s here sliding on his backpack while moving to lock his gate.
“Just heading to the forest, gonna forage and walk around for the day.” You answer him.
“Works out, hafta head that way myself.” Joel explains falling into step besides you.
Alone with Joel Miller once again.
The small talk comes - asking each other how your days have been, anything new or interesting happening. The heat is starting to pick up announcing summer’s close arrival. Thankfully it’s still not unbearably hot as you and him fully enter the woods.
Cindersap forest is tranquil. A beautiful glimmering evergreen haven you enjoy simply strolling through. You never thought you’d ever be here with Joel.
“No new crops coming in?”
“Nothing exciting.” You shrug. “I’m more upset that I didn't plant any tulips this season.”
“Those your favorite?” Joel asks, surprisingly curious.
“Not mine, my gramps.” Your memories of the farm might be hazy, but you always remembered fresh tulips in the kitchen.
“They’re for the fairies.” Gramps would tell you with a wink.
You were bummed after realizing Pierre had flower seeds and it was too late to see them bloom in your kitchen.
“Damn,” Joel sighs. “Ain't your fault. Pierre’s an ass and hides all the good shit, flower seeds included.”
You’re almost positive Pierre doesn’t do that, but you burst out laughing.
A giddy twinkling glee consumes you and fills you buoyant. He’s trying to comfort you in his own Joel way. And it’s dangerous how fast you’re growing to enjoy the company of this grumpy cactus of a man.
You move to snag a few dandelions and wild horseradishes. You make a face at one that smells a bit ripe and decide to leave it for the forest.
“You can eat those y’know.” Joel comments.
“Yeah so I’ve heard.” You tried your first ever daffodil this month. “A wild horseradish might be a bit too much right now though, but who knows. Maybe one day I’ll try ‘em.”
“My kid used to eat these all the damn time. Never took a likin’ to ‘em myself.” Joel grumbles kicking the disposed horseradish.
Kid.
“You have a kid?” You ask curiously.
Joel blinks to you and there’s a gleam in his earth eyes of something reserved slowly revealing itself.
“Uh… yeah. A daughter. Ellie.”
A daughter. He’s a dad.
It fits him in a way that you never would have expected.
“She doesn’t live here?” You ask but then quickly apologize for pressing the subject. Joel waves you off, casual and unbothered.
“She did, just graduated highschool this year. Wanted to do the whole college deal. She lives out west now.”
So he’s an empty nester.
Delicately, wanting to know more about him and his daughter, you ask about her.
Joel inhales deep then exhales slowly, as if an immovable weight on his shoulders rattles deep to his bones.
“She’s a headache, my Ellie.” Fondness trickles out of Joel a steady stream.
“Stubborn, damn near impossible to argue with cause she’s so fuckin’ smart. Got a good heart. Good head on her shoulders too, wants to be an astronaut.”
“An astronaut?! That’s incredible!” You exclaim in brilliant excitement.
Like the proud dad he is, adoration tugs at Joel’s lips.
“Yeah, been wantin’ to be one for years. That’s why she’s going to school.”
“She sounds incredible, Joel. You must be proud.” You earnestly tell him.
“I am…” His voice is thick, and you don’t miss the way his eyes gloss over distant and misty.
You decide not to press the subject any further. He instead does it for you.
“She loved livin’ here until the damn flower festival rolled around. Then she’d swear up ‘n down about how much she hated this town and was gonna leave the second she could.”
The flower festival is just days away. The town swirls in a controlled chaos for its arrival.
You laugh warm. “I’m guessing she’s not a fan of dancing.”
“Takes after me.” Joel nods.
“Ahh…so guess that means you’re not asking anyone to dance this year.” You comment lightly and Joel snorts.
“Ain’t danced with anyone in a very long time.”
A wistful ace now twists your heart thinking of Joel alone in his home, alone watching the others in town pair off.
“You gonna ask anyone?” Joel turns the question around to you and you almost choke on an inhale.
Not wanting to get flustered or react wildly you focus on the wild springs among the lush forest.
“Uh no. Don’t think anyone wants to dance with the newbie in town. Which is fine.” You answer.
There are lovely and gorgeous people in town. Some have caught your eye. However, you didn’t feel brave or interested enough to ask anyone to dance. And no one seemed intended to ask for your hand in the dance, and you find you’re not too upset about that.
Joel hums low, a sign you’re catching on means he’s listening without having to reply much.
“Hopin’ someone will ask ya to dance?” That question takes you by surprise.
You shrug not wanting to fully answer the question either.
Someone suddenly calls out to Joel from behind. At the edge of the forest leading back into town stands Maria, the town’s legal counsel and assistant mayor.
“Caught playing hooky, busted.” You snicker and Joel scoffs.
Maria yells out Joel’s name again.
“Can you come back to town and help us with something? Thought you’d be at home seeing how it’s your day off today. I’ve been trying to call ya but nothing went through.” She yells.
The service here in the forest was awful compared to the town, a hard lesson you’ve learned quickly.
But you also don’t miss Maria’s comment.
Joel had today off. Yet he decided to stay a bit with you. That thought has teeth and you can’t stop their bite from sinking into your heart.
Joel groans but doesn't hesitate to head towards where the assistant mayor stands. Maria of course spots you and a wonderful grin lights up lovely her face.
“It’s good to see you.” She calls out.
“You too!” You reply back thankful your voice is level.
Joel glances over his shoulder to catch your eye.
“Good luck foragin’. Don’t eat any weird shit.”
You sputter out a squawk at his casual comment.
“Next time I see you, I’m giving you a wild horseradish!” You playfully snap the ridiculous reply before you can even stop yourself, but Joel thankfully rolls his eyes unbothered.
Maria’s eyes however flicker curiously between you and Joel. Too many emotions heat up your skin now. So bidding Joel and Maria a quick goodbye you stomp back into the forest to continue foraging.
Now along in the woods, your thoughts still think of Joel. The bag of parsnip seeds, the bandages, and the recipe, come to mind. You never once discussed any of it with him or him with you. It’s something you keep locked in your heart, just like today will be.
Soon the day melts into early twilight. You snag a couple of dandelions and a few other forageables before deciding to head home.
Joel’s farm house looms quietly still with no lights. You can’t bring yourself to open the gate to his farm and walk up to the house.
So instead you place a few dandelions along with a nice fresh large wild horseradish on top of the mailbox by his gate then head home.
Even when you unwind for the night, you mind still feels like it’s snagged on Joel Miller, still there with him foraging in the forest.
- ☼ -
The flower dance, as strange of a custom as it is, is rather ethereal. So many vivid floral arrangements decorate the space with dynamic colors and the air even smells fresh.
The flower dance honors the legacy of celebrating the final days of spring. But it also is a celebration of love blooming.
“It has roots dating back to fertility rituals.” Demetrius, ever the town scientist, told you while you were chatting with him and his wife.
He was right of course. The flower dance is the opportunity for someone to extend a hand of romantic feelings towards another. Those who hope to participate in the couples dance, or possibly win the crown of Flower Queen, are dressed in glorious attire. Soft light fabrics and flowers woven into crowns create a scene conjured out of a fairy’s kingdom.
Compared to the others in lovely attire with flowers in their hair, you didn’t even dress up or change out of your messy dirt covered jeans. And the only flowers in your hair are actually twigs and leaves from cleaning up more of your property.
With no need to worry about someone asking you to dance, you instead simply enjoy the various foods prepared for the occasion.
“Be careful, the salsa actually has a pretty good kick.” You’re about to go in for a second helping when a gentle accented voice floats out to you.
Besides you is a man with the kindest eyes you’ve seen. Faintly you recognize his face and can recall seeing him around town.
“Tommy Miller.” He reintroduces himself seeing your slight hesitation and your eyes go big.
“Oh, Maria’s husband!” You fully remember her introducing him to you. But now something else clicks.
He’s Joel’s brother.
“Yup.” He grins proud at his wife’s mention.
You apologize profusely for not remembering him sooner and with a kind understanding smile Tommy reassures you it’s fine.
“Been a busy first month for ya, I get it. You’re a tough cookie handlin’ it all.”
Even though his twang mirrors his brother’s, Tommy already radiates a much different energy than Joel. He’s warm in a way that reminds you of a soft summer day welcoming everyone with his vibrant energy.
You thank him earnestly. “The town’s been good to me.”
A part of you wants to add Joel has been good to you. Weeks ago, you would’ve laughed at just the idea of Joel Miller showing you an emotion other than annoyance. But now you and him seem to slowly be warming up to each other.
“Don’t go stealin’ all the good stuff, y’little shit.” Joel arrives with a gruff grumble of a voice and quickly nudges Tommy.
Yet his eyes remained glued on you.
You also seem to notice how striking Joel looks in the crisp light jean button up shirt he wears.
“Speak of the devil… was just about to ask our new farmer here if ya haven’t scared her away yet.” Tommy jokes.
Joel’s face flickers with a scowl fighting to form but he keeps himself surprisingly composed.
Guilt sinks in your gut. You know he’s hard to read and you even feel bad for thinking he’s mean. Because you’re learning fast Joel is earnest in his own way.
“Nah,” you tell Tommy, answering for yourself and Joel almost. “His sheep are actually scarier than he is.”
Tommy busts out laughing and you grin. Your eyes flicker to Joel but see he isn’t grinning. Instead Joel’s handsome aged face stares at you guarded and you can’t read the emotions shimmering in his eyes.
Shit.
You might have overstepped and upset him. So to physically stop yourself from saying anything else you take a bite out of the delicious cornbread on your plate, wave a weak goodbye to the Miller brothers, and scurry away.
Now alone under the shadow of one of the lovely cherry trees, you’re aware of how new you still are, a fresh bud still trying to foster roots in this new ground. You wonder how your gramps dealt with this every year.
Soon enough, the music starts and Mayor Lewis claps excited ready to begin the dance.
At least this will be over soon.
The couples slowly sway to the soft melody then rustling arrives at your side. Gently your eyes turn to the source and you almost collapse seeing Joel move in besides you.
His eyes though stay on the couples dancing among the blooms.
“Could’ve at least picked better music to dance to.” He mumbles bored.
Your lips press hard trying not to smile ridiculous and wide.
“Could you imagine if someone played the wrong song?” You whisper back. “Like, some heavy metal rock song suddenly started screaming out?”
Joel snorts, masks it with a few coughs, but you did it. You made him laugh.
Golden soaked triumph fills you and it feels like the first morning you woke up and found a sprout peeking up from the dark tilled soil.
He’s a complex man and you’re barely even scratching the surface of him. But it’s a tender start you want to continue kindling.
For all the commotion and production given to the festival, the dance only lasts a few moments. It’s over thankfully fast.
“Bit anticlimactic.” You mutter under your breath.
“Yeah it’s dumb.” Joel deadpans.
Your lips fight from letting out a laugh.
Everyone claps joyously at the couples concluding their dance. You wonder, even as silly as this is, if one day maybe you’ll dance with flowers in your hair. But you don’t give that thought too much attention. Just imaging yourself next spring already seems so far away.
“Headin’ home?” Joel asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You hum, narrowing your eyes at the gorgeous meadow.
“I’m kind of tempted to maybe see if I can steal some of the leftovers but yeah, I’m heading back.” You reply.
“Tell me which food you’re eyein’ and I’ll grab it. No one will tell me no.” He offers and you laugh.
“Tempting as that is, I’m just gonna go home.” You wish Joel a warm good night.
He continues walking alongside you.
Your heart jumps until you realize he lives in the same direction. The chatter from the festival still lingers in the air even while you walk further away from the meadow.
“How do you deal with that every year?” You ask with a sigh.
“Alcohol.” Joel dully answers and you snicker at his reply.
“Maybe one day you’ll be dancin’ out there.” Joel comments like he’s trying to continue the small talk. But the suggestion makes you skin itch for a reason you can’t pinpoint.
You only reply with a simple ‘maybe’ and a shrug.
“I’d pay a hundred bucks to see you dance though.” You joke, but also quickly imagine Joel a picture of softness with a flower behind his ear resting beautifully among his silver curls and it makes your knees weak.
Joel however rolls his eyes.
“Next year we’ll just sneak in and take over the music. See what happens.” You offer.
“Now that sounds like a plan.” Joel agrees gruffly.
It sounds like a promise.
You bid him good night until his eyebrows crinkle so classily grumpy Joel.
“Whadya doin’? Ain’t lettin’ ya walk home alone, sprout. Now come on.”
He continues walking as if nothing while your mind tries to recover being tilted on its axis for a bit.
Joel is walking you home.
And he called you sprout.
You want to cradle this new nickname so tenderly in your hands.
Joel quietly asks about your plans for the upcoming season, almost as if he’s trying to keep you focused.
To settle your flutter heart, you manage to ramble about the new incoming seeds you’ve heard about. You talk about your hopes of going to the beach more, not just to fish but to simply enjoy the ocean.
Among all that discussion, in a blink you’re back at your farm.
Instead of Joel rushing home, he lingers.
He checks your porch almost like he’s making sure the thing still stands.
“Hope one day to see that dang greenhouse up ‘n runnin.” He points to the broken greenhouse and you can’t help but sigh at the sight. You hope so too.
Then Joel moves to stand next to you on the land.
It feels different seeing him here.
Just a few weeks ago he was shouting every profanity known to man trying to fix your ancient water heater. He also glared at you the entire time.
Now he stands next to you suggesting on what to grow for the upcoming season.
“You could plant the tomatoes over on this side, give ‘em more shade to grow.”
Joel already reminds you of a back alley cat, one that hisses and refuses to let others near until he decides when to warm up to others. And, like a fresh new sprout, you want to soak up this warmth of him up.
“Also… Don’t forget to plant flowers.” He adds with a soft grumble.
“I won’t.” You grin impressed he remembered.
When you bid him goodnight and thank him again, you almost want to promise you’ll stop by with coffee tomorrow morning.
However that feels too much, like you might make the wrong move and spook him. But you do want to know if he makes it home okay. You can’t even bring yourself to ask him for his phone number.
So you watch Joel leave until your thoughts move fast and you blurt them out.
“Wait how will I know you made it back?”
Joel suddenly stops then glances back to you.
A very soft twinkle comes over his face and he gives you a crooked grin. It colors him with such a boyish expression. This new face of Joel feels sacred, special, and it steals your breath away.
“Hang outside for a bit. I’ll give ya sign, don’t worry.” He nods then melts into the darkness.
You stay frozen on the spot, not wanting to miss whatever it is. You wait, hoping he makes it back safe. Then out from the darkness, far down the path, you see it.
A light from Joel’s house blazes alive.
Then it flickers on and off, like someone flipping the switch a few times. The movement of it against the darkness even feels like a wave of some sorts.
You wish so badly to wave back.
Reassured that he’s home, you head back feeling as light as a feather.
Stepping onto your porch, something catches your eye.
Resting on the main railing barrier are a batch of tulips that were not there when you left.
Your heart jumps into your throat. You didn’t even see Joel place them there.
Delicately placed, the tulips so brilliantly colored sit warm and bright for you - the most beautiful end to your spring.
Though, in your heart, these blooms feel like something closer to a beginning.
#I blame this on the Stardew valley update and thinking of sheep farmer Joel and here we are lol#but wow this au means so much and im so grateful to write this and if you read this me & Joel love you & are giving you a stardrop#joel miller x f!reader#farmer!joel miller#Joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#Joel miller x you#stardew valley au#seasons of you fic series#Joel 🤎#pedrostories
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Joel Dealing with Wife: The Duck Dilemma
Joel x F!Reader
Summary: a day at a local farm festival is all fun and games... until it isn't for Joel.
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He thought the little farm festival with petting area was going to be a good idea.( Like a dumbass) all the way up until Sarah, sitting atop his shoulders, actually sees the little enclosed area and the happy baby goats and sheep and piglets getting cozy around other little kids. Then she starts squealing and pointing excitedly, kicking Joel's chest and tugging his hair to move faster.
He sets her down right outside. You slather the complimentary hand sanitizer foam all between her fingers and up her wrists, and then carefully do the "Listening" chant so she pays attention.
"Remember, 2 finger pet. Veeeery gentle. Watch before you touch. No hands near mouths. And they do NOT need your kisses. Okay baby?"
She nods heavily once, seemingly understanding it all.
Then, you release her into the wild.
You and Joel watch from outside the gate as Sarah carefully waddles to each one in her overalls and little boots. She pets them gently, but they seem more interested in other kids with sticky remnants of food still on their fingers and mouths. Sarah looks so dejected, crossing her hands and waiting patiently.
Like the hero that he is, Joel motions her over and hands her a milk bottle he had somehow bought when you werent paying attention. She eagerly takes it with a smile and walks back to the center.
"Babas! Get babas!" Sarah shouts, holding up the milk bottle. Immediately all the animals come rushing to her.
You panic for a moment that shes gonna be trampled and eaten. Instead she's laughing as they all lick her cheeks and tongues wag in favor of the bottle. She even takes turns with other kids to feed with the bottle and they pass around the affection. Once she finishes up, she skips back towards you.
You slather more handsanitzer on her and wipe her with your pack of wipes.
You go from each circle, learning about the new 2 week old piggies getting milk from momma, the boat of ducklings under their heating lamp, a surprisingly impressive show of a squirrel on a mini jet ski, until finally wearing out for the day and walking back to the car with more cotton candy than you'll ever eat in your lifetime.
He can feel the question coming a mile away from you.
"Joel, can we get baby goat."
"No."
"Baby sheep?"
"No."
"Baby...baby duck?"
He holds up Sarah to your face. "How about this baby. Take this one home."
"Oh right. I do love that one." You hoist her into your arms so she can sit on your hip.
Car is loaded, Sarah buckled in a little too happily, and you indulge in some sugary goodness.
On way hone you two hear a peep from the back.
"What was that Sarah?"
"Nufin!" She says quickly. You turn and see her casually tossing her legs and looking around the car, blowing air through her lips pretending to whistle as if bored. Shrugging, you turn back to the front.
But you hear some peeping again, and see through the mirror that Sarah is kissing an emerging little bill in her jacket that is moving of its own.
"Sarah, WHAT IS that."
The little duck pokes it's head out.
You gasp, covering your mouth. "Oh my god..."
Joel whips around and widens at the stowaway duckling nestled into her chest.
He looks between you and Sarah several times before landing his mark. "YOU!" He accuses with a pointed finger at your direction.
"ME??? I DIDNT TELL HER TO TAKE A DUCK!"
"YOU BEEN BEGGIN FOR ONE--"
" I WOULD NOT INCIRMINATE MY DAUGHTER INTO STEALING. Sarah we have to take that back."
"No! Mine!" She holds the flightless little thing defensively to her chest.
"No Sarah, not yours. She has to go with her mommy.
"Ok." She holds it out to you, "Here Mommy!"
"No not me Mommy. Her own Mommy. Duck Mommy. Although it's really... cute. And soft. Probably wanting some attention from a good family...."
"BUT!" Joel snaps, mostly at you.
"BUT we are still taking her back!"
She sniffles and rubs it's soft head against her puffy cheeks, saying goodbye to the duck as you guys go back to the farm.
"Are we raising a kleptomaniac?" You whisper to your fuming husband.
You all apologize profusely at the farm.
"It happens more often than you think," the caretaker laughs. As Joel loads Sarah back in her seat, the handler pulls you aside.
"We're actually not very well funded as we used to"
"Oh I'm so sorry. That's such a shame, this was such a great event and helps kids learn so much."
"Well the thing is.... we don't have the money or staff to continue caring for the ducks once they're a certain age. So if youre open to a donation..."
Joel checks his watch as Sarah clears her tears in the back. He looks at the rear view mirror and you're returning almost with a skip, pulling begind you a wagon.
"What the hell is--"
6 baby ducks quack happily at him.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! WE RETURN ONE AND GET 6 MORE? HOW DOES THAT ADD UP! SHE DOES GET THIS STEALING FROM YOU!"
"please Joel please please please they need a home!!"
Sarah turns and reaches as far out her seat as possible to be able to see the bickering and cart, and she instantly squeals excitedly kicking her feet.
"You're REWARDING HER FOR STEALING"
"JOEL PLEASE! I never ask ANYTHING of you!"
Hes so bewildered by that statement alone, his jaw nearly snapping off and buring 6 feet under the ground.
He puts his hands on his hips ans taps his foot angrily. Between your teary eyes and clasped hands and checking on Sarah who had an equally powerful trembling pouty lips of begging, he has to take a deep breath to relieve the smoke billowing from his ears and nostrils.
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A smile on both your and Sarah's face and 6 happy ducks quacking away in the trunk.
"I love you," you say sweetly.
He grumbles unhappily but forces his hand in your lap to hold, scowling with a tight grip on the wheel all the way home.
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Notes: idc if nobody asks for it but i already have a pt 2 for this at the Miller Household
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Random Mini Astrology Observations: Vedic Edition
Warning: This is just a string of random thoughts lol, don't compare it to my best work on here. It's a bunch of stuff I've had in my drafts and I'm trying to clear it all out
Before I get into this, I just want to say, that whether my observations are positive or negative, it won't apply to every individual who has these placements. 8 billion people exist on this planet, and not everyone will exhibit the same good or bad qualities. I hate having to put this PSA because some people don't get it but yeah "not all Lunars/Venusians/Nodals/Solars/Jup/Sat are going to be the same".
Jupiter influenced men are known for being introverted cutie pies who kinda have that mature-dilf-y vibe.
Obviously, another category of Jupiter men are often loud, extroverted and very outgoing but I've noticed these placements heavilyyyy in celebrities "known" for being private and introverted. They are also often known for being generous and kind hearted.
Prabhas, Vishaka Stellium (Moon, Mercury and Venus)
He is known as "darling star" and brings food that he has prepared at home for everyone on set (he is an actor). He is known for being very shy and introverted but also super sweet, generous and kind.
Sidharth Malhotra, Vishaka Moon
Sid is known for being extremely lowkey which is RARE for a Bollywood actor. He's also quite gentlemanly and charitable
Ratan Tata, Vishaka Moon
He is an Indian billionaire entrepreneur who lives in a small 2bhk apartment and has donated most of his personal wealth to charity. He is known for having led his company in a very humane way (there are lots of controversies and im aware of them but compared to the work culture and quality of life that most other indian companies offer its employees, TATA is in a different league).
Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon (and stellium)
i dont have to explain but Keanu is the king of kindness and generosity
Mads Mikkelsen, Vishaka Moon
unlike his characters, Mads is actually a sweet guy and very private
Adam Driver- Vishaka Sun
he's so private that nobody even knows he's married with a kid
Tom Hanks, Punarvasu Sun
known for being a gentleman and quite modest. the OG nice guy and obviously very private
Ethan Hawke, Vishaka Sun
another lowkey, private guy who is known for being nice
2. Rashmika Mandanna and Surbhi Jyoti, Swati Moon
I find their eye area to be kinda similar?? I know they don't look alike but there are some overarching similarities between them and I think its bc they have the same moon nak.
3. I came across a comment that Akshay Kumar made about Asin and her CEO husband Rahul Sharma.
“He is madly in love with his wife, his child. It’s like he treats her like a goddess.
and guess what?? Rahul is a Purvashadha Sun 🥺😌😌
4. Ashwini natives often have post-apocalyptic dreams
Since its the first nak and is ruled by Ketu and is in complete darkness, symbolically representing the stage before creation (which happens in Bharani), the subconscious mind is susceptible to having really strange, fcked up, war-like dreams/visions. Also bc Aries rashi is ruled by Mars, God of War.
5. every Venusian man I know kinda has a voice kink
6. Many Punarvasus crave for a simple, rustic, relaxed type of life. In fact many famous Punarvasus live on a farm
Kaley Cuoco- Punarvasu Moon
Bretman Rock - Punarvasu Sun
MS Dhoni- Punarvasu Sun
Dennis Quaid, Punarvasu Moon on his ranch
7. Jupiter and Venus are 'Brahmins' or priestly, the Sun and Mars are 'Kshatriyas' or warriors, the Moon is 'Vaishya', or a trader, Mercury is a 'Vaisya', Saturn 'Shudra', or a lower caste and Rahu and Ketu are outcastes.
This is not an observation but just an astrological fact that I thought I'd mention
8. Magha girls are often the spoilt daughters or come from very bougie families where they're the princesses. They might emotionally suffer but materially and otherwise, they're very comfortable
Shruti Hassan- Magha Moon
she has spoken about how rough her childhood was bc of her parents' tumultuous marriage and subsequent divorce but that doesn't change the fact that she's the daughter of Kamal Hassan, one of the biggest stars in the history of Indian cinema
Kiara Advani- Magha Moon
Kiara is from a very wealthy and illustrious family, and she grew up as a much loved, spoilt ish daughter<3
Wonyoung- Magha Sun
Wonyoung is from a filthy rich family and she has said that she grew up very pampered. And that she didn't have an allowance bc whatever she asked for she got. However she became a trainee at 12yrs of age and that journey could not have been easy. Despite being born rich, she's had to go through a lot in life to be where she is today
Aditi Rao Hydari- Magha Moon
she's of actual royal lineage so she's a real life princess but her parents divorced when she was a kid and she grew up with a single mom in delhi and not in a palace
9. DMX- Mula Sun (dog yoni) was obsessed with dogs
The late rapper DMX's relationship with dogs, which seems almost mythical. He was born in 1970 - the year of the Metal Dog, and in his teens he ran away from his abusive household and befriended stray dogs while vulnerable on the streets. He began to gather dogs for protection, intimidation and family, and was sent to prison for stealing a dog (a neglected dog chained up in a scrapyard). In prison, he wrote a lot of his early songs, in which he came up with his "dog" mythology, in which he imagines himself as a monstrous dog-themed gangster who barks and howls. He had a huge tattoo of his favourite dog Boomer on his back. In 2008, his 12 dogs were taken from him by cops after there were reports of animal cruelty - DMX had paid a negligent caretaker to look after the dogs while he was on tour. (The dogs lived out the rest of their lives as therapy animals in a women's prison)
I think its interesting how our yoni animal influences our life
10. As Vighati graha, male planets are: Sun, Mars, Jupiter, Rahu; female planets are: Moon, Venus, Ketu whilst two eunuch planets are Mercury and Saturn. All the standard rules for determination of the sex of the child are applicable, female signs are: Taurus, Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn and Aquarius; male signs are: Aries, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius and Pisces. Exalted planets indicate male issue and debilitated planets indicate female.
11. Mercurial men and Jupiter men are soooo flamboyant, sassy and gender non-conforming
RuPaul- Vishaka Sun & Moon
Elton John- Jyeshta Rising
Jeff Goldblum- Jyeshta Moon
Prince- Vishaka Rising
Jimi Hendrix- Mars in Vishaka atmakaraka
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hey! i love your pet series, and we've seen a lot so far. from moon to fernando jr there were a lot of absolutely adorable one shots!
and i wanted to request maybe a pet cow (mini or otherwise, i love cows they're just so cute) with danny ric? i mean, we all know that he loves texas, farmlife, etc. so I think that would be really fitting for him!
thank you in advance, even if you decide not to do it:)
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username2 obsessed
username3 the cow is so cute holy shit
y/nl/n Danny and i actually have several cows! we went to an auction in Texas and we couldn't stop ourselves
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y/nl/n the ricciardo gang
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maxverstappen1 petition for you to name the next one after me
charles_leclerc petition for you to get another two and name them max and charles
username4 lestappen omg
danielricciardo our army
y/nl/n i think the most common term for it is family, danny
username5 what are their cows called, does anybody know?
username6 the friesian calf is niki, the brown calf is senna, the big cows are schumacher and prost but i don't know which way round it is
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y/nl/n senna is so pretty 🥰🥰
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danielricciardo my favourite son ❤❤
y/nl/n danny! you can't say that!
username7 omg the ricciardo's are so cute
username8 you could rescue instead of being selfish and getting a calf
username9 real fans know that they rescued a pregnant heifer and that's how they got senna
username10 pls bring senna or niki to a grand prix
username11 pls let moon ride senna
landonorris which team does senna support?
y/nl/n definitely not McLaren username12 omg the shade
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danielricciardo one step closer to becoming a cowboy
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y/nl/n my cowboy
danielricciardo *cow man
username13 what's the next steps for cowboy danny?
y/nl/n need to convince him to get horses
username14 omg baby niki
username15 i hope they get more farm animals
username16 i hope they take at least one of the cows to gps
username17 omg niki in a red bull hat would be so cute
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y/nl/n so... we did something
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maxverstappen1 please tell me their names (and that one of them is named after me)
y/nl/n okok we've got charles, yuki, alex, pierre and max
username18 omg they've named them after the rb drivers + charles
danielricciardo what're we getting next?
y/nl/n a baby
username19 SHE DID NOT JUST DROP THAT SHE'S PREGNANT
charles_leclerc charles is the cutest sheep
danielricciardo you don't even know which one charles is
username20 how aren't more people talking about the fact that she's pregnant
username21 congratulations to my grid parents
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Hi so I was having some brainrot regarding your small-town-neglected-meta reader and I wanted to share them with you!
One thing I've been thinking about alot is the way readers powers work and what kinds of weather they're likely to create, etc. One thing I specifically thought about is that readers powers definitely have to come from her mom's side. Bruce and no else in Bruce's biological line have powers so readers mom has to have the meta gene. I was thinking that maybe readers mom also controlled the weather a bit, maybe not as strong as reader can but still had some powers.
Like creating little drizzles, maybe some dustdevils, and little snow storms. Because her powers were so weak she never really used them for much, maybe to help out her own parents on the farm but that's about it(using her rain powers to easily water the crops)
In that same line of thinking I also wondered if readers little brother also has superpowers. Maybe the way his powers work or appear are bit different than readers because of they have different dads(I imagine Bruce has really strong genetics. If Damian is any proof of that lol)
One little crank in this little headcanon though is that Nana and Gramps would also have to have superpowers. But then I reread the first chapter and thought about One of the phrases you used to describe how reader got in Bruce's hands.
"but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court."
That specifically makes me think that Nana and Gramps are actually readers little brother biological grandparents and not theirs.(what happened to their bio grandparents 🤔)
But anyway, one last thing I wanted mention is how badly I want to see reader using their powers more freely when they're back in small town. Like they aren't afraid to use their powers to make it super windy and have fun with their little brother up on the sky. Or causing a blizzard just so they can have a snowball fight and make snow-men with their little brother. Or even accidently cause a power outage because someone pissed them off! No more suppressed emotions just freedom. (Also reader crying in the middle of the rain they made in front of their parents graves(they wanted to be buried in their hometown) would be so tragically fantasic.)
Anyway I know this is a lot to read and I'm sorry if I seem a bit scrambled but I wanted to send this to you just cause I had so many ideas floating up in my brain I couldn't stop thinking about it all. Thank you for listening to me ramble, I hope your doing amazing🩷
Your call this bain-rot, Imma call it fertilizer. This is long as mess, but I think I addressed everything. Lots of Smalltown!Reader lore and I made a Family Tree to help explain if needed.
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Smalltown!Reader's Family Tree:
Complicated little bugger, ain't it? I didn't add Stephanie or Barbara because Bruce technically never adopted them or fostered them. This isn't an official thing, I made this and it was composed of little bits of information I found online. So some of this stuff might not be lore accurate.
Also, while I was researching I found out that Bruce's middle name was apparently Patrick, after his grandfather at one point.
Now, time for the pseudo science.
I consider the meta gene to be a genetic trait carried down by a parent. That would be Momma/Adeline, in this case. She carries the gene. Now, the meta gene does not always activate even if one has it. So, no, Momma was not making mini storms for us. She was, however, very encouraging of Reader using their abilities. It takes an event, usually a traumatic one, to activate the gene. (Little Brother could be getting power's in the next chapter, though.)
As for Nana and Grand Daddy we have this:
They don't have the gene, so they don't have abilities. (Which doesn't me their harmless.) They are Reader's Step-Grandparents, but they've grown to love them all the same. Now, in court, it is preferred for a child to go to the nearest blood relative after their parents die. Or, at least, that's what I roughly know from what the court in my state is like. I'm not from Louisiana or New Jersey, where Gotham's located, so maybe it's different. But, this is fiction. This is why Nana and Grand Daddy didn't get custody of Reader, though. Plus Bruce is rich with a bunch of adopted kids, on paper he looks like the best option.
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I really love the thought of Reader using their abilities for silly little things while back in Smalltown, at least before things absolutely go to hell in a hand basket. So I'll probably include a bit. (They used to do things like that before moving to Gotham, definitely.) Something I want to mention is that Reader likes to make it rain when their happy. It's their favorite weather, they love it. So a grave scene might be a bit different. (I have to include that now. Thank you for that idea! Frick, Part Eight about to be long af.)
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If your curious about Reader's other grandparents, they just died from old age and health problems. I like to think that Reader had a close relationship with them. Calling them MawMaw and Gab for their nicknames and having spent a lot of time with Reader and their Little Brother before they died. (I'm sorely tempted to just commit to rewriting this with the OC I based Reader off of so I can include all this backstory to highlight how different their life in Gotham is compared to what it used to be, but I best finish what I started first.)
(Side Note: It's very common in the American south for people to give their grandparents nicknames. I have some for my southern grandparents, while I call my northern grandparents just plain Grandma and Grandpa. The nickname can vary and is usually what ever the first grandchild comes up with.)
Thank you for sending me this ask! Stuff like this actually inspires me so this was wonderful. Hopefully this helps. (Now to get back to work on my writing, I've been draggin' my feet again.)
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(FYI: Comic shouldn't imply that classic Mettaton is suffering from emotional neglect. Headcanon is just headcanon. :P)
A short comic of Nib!Mettaton making good use of free therapy offered by Mettaton!Stitch (i.e. Stitch taking the shape of a Mettaton). Nib unpacking his emotional baggage was an idea I had for some time, but I couldn't figure out the best scenario where he would do it. And then I saw the Stitch AU and thought, yeah, he would eventually hear about Stitch's free therapy services through the cyberspace grapevine and try it out.
Credit where credit is due: Mettaton!Stitch is from the @stitchau by @centfornothing
There was supposed to be some stitching right in the middle of Stitch's face, but apparently my scanner did not pick up well on that. Also the scan of the last page went wonky and I'm too lazy to re-scan. Scanner troubles be troublesome. ಠ_ಠ
Slowly getting back into the groove of making more comics after the life debacles of the past two years. I had to adjust my comic-making process to adapt to certain life changes, so the comic style is experimental; let me know if the text is too small for the Tumblr dashboard.
Older readers might recognize the dialogue from the "Overgrown" chapter (from 2021!) and this minicomic happens sometime after the events on "Overgrown". I like to design my comics so that new readers can jump in easily without having to read any of the older stuff. But if you're new and want to know more (or if you're an old reader and need a refresher), more thoughts under the cut:
In "Overgrown", Reed!Flowey is the one who originally says that the reason for doing good things doesn't matter so long as the result is good. At one point, Nib and Reed have a bit of a spat, causing Reed to go onto a tantrum, and Nib throws back this same answer at Reed to get him to calm down.
But needless to say, that's viewpoint on being a good person makes more logical sense for Reed (because he can't feel most emotions) versus someone like Nib (whose actions would be emotionally driven).
There was going to be more explanation to where Nib's emotional neglect stemmed from. Essentially, it would be revealed that Nib's sense of emotional neglect was related to working at the farm at an early age. Basically, he was discouraged from things he really wanted to do due to farmwork, and most positive reactions was often tied to doing things for other people or just (i.e. being responsible) doing a good job.
Hence, he would sometimes have a hard time distinguishing when doing something good for himself is healthy/neutral versus something selfish/hurtful, as well as have a hard time telling people "no" or speaking up when a healthy boundary would need to be set.
But the mini-comic was meant to be experimental process, there was no way I could unpack all this info in three pages. Maybe in another comic.
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