Text in image: "Take a look at this design here- it matches known patterns used by a trade city long ago just South of where Zuzu City now is. It's not unusual to find something like this here in the valley, as the proximity to water meant great access to long distance trade. An amphora like this likely would have carried food or liquid during travel between the two, or it may have been used to store a small amount of goods for trade."
[I got the font off of a reddit post, an easy search engine should take you to it. Also the hand and arm anatomy might look odd because! I was not using a reference </3]
Went on a very self hating streak and decided to practice background painting. Then added some Stardew folks as a treat !!
There are definitely many things that still need a lot of work like environmental lighting (ugh) and depth accuracy but that’s what practicing is for right?? Also Alex is supposed to be kneeling underwater but next to Sam it just looks weird lol I'm trying very hard to tell myself I don't hate this fr
This was the inspo
//The tiny figures approaching are Elliott and Shane carrying Jas on his shoulders btw 🧚🏼♂️
Okay so I have an outline, but it desperately needs work. I don't think it's long enough. I have the bones of the romance, but I wanted to add some conflict and intrigue outside of them.
But the premise is this:
Elliott is an east coast writer/journalist looking for adventure. His big plan is to go out west and write a few pieces about what life is like on the frontier. When he gets there, his sheltered ass realizes that it's actually really fucking hard to live there, and he's not having a good time. But while he's there, he meets a rugged cowboy (Gunther) with a surprising interest in archaeology and literature.
I think the plan is for Elliott to accidentally stumble into something dangerous-- cattle rustlers maybe, something like that, and Gunther has to go rescue his damsel in distress. I don't have any snippets to share just yet.
I recently added a chapter to a fanfiction I started 5 years ago (here), and I have so many snippets and HCs of these two idiots that I thought I should just put it out there.
by no means that this relationship is healthy, and it'll probably crash and burn, but let them live in their little world until it all catches fire.
some are nsfw, so there is a cut
There is a type of yearning within Pierre that makes you feel bad for him. Sometimes he wonders if he wasted his youth by settling down early. Or is he reliving life again because his daughter is grown now.
Layla is pleased with the relationship, because it's strictly in her control, and she doesn't have to showcase any vulnerability with Pierre. It's performative, and it gets her off.
Layla still sends produce and crafts into Pierre's dropbox for the community, despite Pierre relabelling them.
The universe is weird, they tend to cross paths often, even outside of transactional circumstances. Pierre just holds his hand out slightly so it swipes against her hip. Layla tugs at his shirt.
He doesn't usually stay long after sex, usually just enough to clean up and leave. But once he stayed a little longer, laying in her bed, as they both, existed. He counted the gray strands in her hair, and wondered if she had counted his. There were 5. He counted the sunspots on her shoulders and chest. He notices how the skin of her breasts are paler than the rest of her body.
"Do you think you're going to ever have kids?" he casually asks as they take a drink together on a Friday night. She twirls the black straw to her drink, avoiding eye contact. "Some day, maybe." "How many do you want?" "Two" "Do you think he'll be a good dad?" she laughs awkwardly. "I think he could be."
Later that night, they are facing each other in her bed, naked, and coming back from lust. "I think you're a good dad, Pierre." And Pierre doesn't really respond, because he doesn't feel like he's being a good dad. Then again, he knew Layla's father, and maybe he isn't doing so bad.
Pierre got a vasectomy years earlier. There is no accidental surprises.
Sometimes they can go weeks without a business transaction.
Pierre never had sex outside or in public places before Layla. Never did he have to hide a relationship either.
I’m afraid some of ya’ll just don’t have the freak gene that lets you enjoy ACTUAL enemies to lovers. Ya’ll think that trope is just like coworkers fighting over a promotion or smth like no give me people that have tried to maim and kill one another or give me nothing
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