feel free to punch the massive loser

welcome to heavensward, we have himbos.

[heavensward-farm]

wow i lost the energy for this. time to renovate.

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[eidorina]

Halfway there with my SDV series with the good doctor, Harvey! ╭(・ ෴ ・  )ﾉ

[a-totally-legit-farm]

Aurora’s First Visit | Event End

It was always coldest before dawn.

Nikoma wiped his damp hands on the ground, his legs lazily sprawled out in the grass as his amber eyes searched the horizon for those glimpses of sunlight. The air felt heavy, summer dew settling heavy on the flora around him, the tree bark pressed against his back dampened slightly. Nikoma took a heavy drag of his cigarette, burning smoke bullying the crisp morning air out of his lungs. It was a special occasion, one that required the soothing burn of nicotine, and Nikoma had caved.

The sky was dark still, cloud cover mixing navy and grey as the sun struggled to heave itself over the skyline. The smoke was chased with a mouthful of beer, hops hiding honey deep within the flavour notes. Nikoma let out a soft sigh. Condensation from the bottle again wet his hands, and again he ran them through the blades of grass beside him.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been looking at the rolling hills and dense forest, square farms breaking up the uniform monotony of tree canopy. At some point, he’d noticed someone approach him, and sit down next to him, without words. He knew it was his sister – there were few people in the town who wouldn’t immediately attempt to annoy him, and all the other candidates had farms to attend to.

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[alephammers]

last cig before going home

[doxalis]

sunrise

[retquits]

❤🧡💛 celebrating with some of my absolute favourite lgbtq+ video game characters!!! happy pride from the valley 💚💙💜

[poppyplanted-archived]

a character from quinn’s past … 

[tofire]

I love how Shane wants to give this tough and hard to befriend aura but he ends his letters with “hehe” and would die for a chicken

[heavensward-farm]

sorry for making yall wait! heres luciels ref]]

[spoiledcitrus-archive]

hey guys ! ive decided to start taking commissions again with adjusted pricing . im also taking them in slots of 3 , so hmu asap if youre interested !

commissions are officially open again ! (5/20)

please provide reference . descriptions of characters should be detailed . will correct sketches twice before charging extra (additional charges will depend on the magnitude of the change(s) requested) .

contact me over tumblr (via ask/messenger) if you are interested in a commission . do not pay for a commission without discussing it with me . i will send you an invoice and thus require you send me your paypal .

any money sent to my paypal without my approval will be seen as a donation .

paypal: [email protected]

will do:

mild n/s/f/vv

furries

monsters

most things , probably

wont do:

wildly complex machinery

ask if you are unsure

[crop-bound]

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                    They’re leaving; a flood of designers, models, photographers, and their loved ones begin the drunk and noisy descent from the pedestals their host had so graciously provided to the still busy streets of Zuzu. Two AM approaches as the celebration lays its head to rest, yet its hostess stands stark as she grasps every hand offered firmly, nodding to affirm and express gratitude to her guests as if she truly cared about their presence within her home. The evening had drained her of the energy she had for the show, but she makes sure not to show any sense of humanity in her visage as she stares down each and every guest with a golden gaze that could challenge any god. 

          It softens though, the stone that woman casts across her features, as she thanks the last guest — a man who she’s worked with closely. He leans in and she has to crouch to meet his height, his hand shielding his lips and her ear from a bottle green stare that dips in and out of focus as a wine glass half full catches its attention. He thanks his host, hand dropping to meet both of hers and hold them tightly, just as she did to the rest of the party, smiles, and takes his leave with a tipsy sort of grace as a glossy black coat is tossed over his shoulder. Silver hair falls into her face, and she leaves it there. There are no more guests to impress, no persona to uphold before an audience — just her, her brother, and one straggler. 

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[ask-farmer-mona]

the local thot is BACK

heya everyone! just making this post to say that my “ask hiatus” is over!! i know i was still being somewhat active and reblogging stuff but i havent really drawn a real response to an ask since march lmao!! sorry about that, i just got a bit un-inspired and school was a bit hectic. buuuuut school is almost over now!! and im excited to post more and try new stuff! 

also if u want you can fill out this google survey for me!! its just asking stuff about what i could improve/what youd like to see next ^w^ 

ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 300+ FOLLOWERS???????? LITERALLY IM SO SHOCKED YALL LIKE MONA SO MUCH >:”D IM THINKING OF IDEAS FOR A 300 FOLLOWER EVENT SO BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THAT!! THANK U GUYS AGAIN AND YAY IM BACK I LOVE U GUYS 💕💕💕

[buen-aire-farm]

Its 3 am, time to post Kiared doodles

@farm-euphoria

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send me something to drabble about

A single word, a memory, a piece of the past that you’d like to see in greater detail, a scene between two muses. Let me write and worldbuild, pry into my character’s inner workings. 

[a-totally-legit-farm]

worm

Worms | Drabble Inspiration Ask | Inbox Open!

Cold, processed air blasted into the high-rise office. ZuzuCity bustled below the building’s wide windows, a beautiful day painting themetropolis with its sunlight, its soft, warm breeze pushing through the citystreets like water rushing through a metallic delta. The office’s cold air waspaired strongly with its décor – the room was large, clearly the space ofsomeone important. The door was wood, a deep red colour, same as the couchpressed up against the wall opposite that stunning view, and the large deskpresented perpendicular to the door.

Three people sat at that desk, adorned with pens and paperand general office clutter. The sound of skin shifting on clammy leather wasthe only noise other than the soft whir of the air conditioning unit. Jennashifted in her chair, it’s back fitted perfectly to give her somewhere to resther head.

“I would like to make something clear to thepair of you…”

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[heavensward-farm]

look at this fucking granpa