#farmer fom

[remight]

AF revenge of @harperillustrates 's farmer oc!

[glubshit]

thinking about the modding community for this game in the future has me walleyed

[daftpatience]

i liked these parts too much you hacve to look at them zoomed in

(✿◡‿◡) full thing

[sarcasticbeanie]

more of it

[emmieart]

marchs 8 heart event is so funny what do you mean he fell into a pit and had to talk abt his feelings

[ofoxtails]

doodle page of my farmer and march (and her cat)

i can’t wait to romance this tsundere blacksmith 🥹

[zarahfom]

An expression chart I did for Sunny some months back as well (as you can see my queue for things to post publicly is… long)

As you can see, they like to smile quite a Lot!

Original template is here!

[fomfarms]

Okay, so I have a very specific vision! Could you write headcanons for a farmer who is dating Balor, and one night the farmer can't sleep so they go out for a walk. Balor happens to be at his wagon, so he invites them to cuddle up with him and sleep there? And like, it's all fluffy and vulnerable because it's the first time that they JUST sleep while sharing a bed. Thanks!

You tossed and turned, as the crickets outside sang the night away.

Usually this humming buggy lullaby had you absolutely konked out-- especially after a long day-- but for some reason, despite your heavy lids and tired limbs, you were still very much awake.

You turned over once more, seeing the silhouette of your peacefully sleeping pet tinted with the warm glow of light from the fire place. Guess they won't be awake to keep you company. You flopped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the crickets chirp on, the fireplace crackle quietly-- you close your eyes. Deep breath in, deep breath out-- you can do this.

...

You can't do this.

After a while of lying there, body still, eyes shut, breathing lulled-- you were still wide awake.

Ugh.

Maybe your body needed a bit more convincing that it was tired.

In full silence you got up, wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, crossed to floor, and headed out into the starry night.

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The night air was crisp and light-- it filled your lungs with a soothing liveliness that, though not sleep inducing, defiantly calmed you.

You won't shy away from admitting it, but you love this time of night.

Everything's still and quiet and peaceful. Depending on the time and depending on the day, there's the occasional rustle of life somewhere in the distance-- some frog in the grass or fish in the river or late night bustle sounding cheerful in the distance-- but mostly it was just silence. An endless expanse of stars, and roads, and the distance sound of everything being asleep.

Except you though.

You had been walking a considerable distance, and even though you still felt the weight of unanswered sleep draped over you, you were definitely still awake.

'Hrm... maybe a nice tea or a warm mug of milk will help things along...' you thought as you walked with heavy feet down the path to town.

Suddenly, you here a noise in the distance-- the tell tale sound of hoof beats and creaky wagon wheels that puts a smile on your face, and makes your heart leap.

You wait at the top of the hill as the noise gets louder, and as the wagon crests the hillside, you see a familiar face in the dim moonlit, brightening at the sight of you.

"Well now, what's an honest farmer like you doing out and about amongst the sleepless and the scoundrels?" Balor greeted warmly, his chart pulling up beside you and coming to a stop, "Burning the mid night oil, love?"

You let out a tired chuckle, "Couldn't sleep. Thought a walk might tucker me out."

"Well, you look tuckered enough to me-- want a ride back to the farm?" He offered a hand with a side of dashing smile-- you'd been together for a while, but he always still found ways to some how make you swoon. You think it was that smile of his-- you could've sworn he polished it like a fine gem.

He goes off on his supply and delivery runs often, and you'd seen him off and back again at least a dozen times-- and somehow still, every time you watched him come home, it always lifted your spirits and put your mind at ease. You mused on that feeling as you returned his smile.

"Please." You took his hand, the warmth from palm to palm rushing all the way to your heart. You keep your eyes fixed on him as he pulled you up, and you pasted over the pull to lean in and kiss him.

It was brief, but it left you feeling full all the same. And you suspected he felt the same as his looked softened at the words, "It's nice to have you home, Bay." washed over him.

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'Home.'

Balor pondering the word and the feelings that came with it as he guiding his tired horse through the night.

You had begun the ride curled up next to him, leaning your weary brow on his shoulder-- but when the jostling seemed to be keeping you awake, he'd suggested you climb into the cart and make yourself at home. He'd left out his bedding anyways, all you had to do was crawl in. He promised to wake you when you reached the farm.

It was a strange feeling-- having a place to call home, and even more, someone to come home to. Strange, but not bad.

...It definitely threw a wrench into his carefully haphazard plans but....

Maybe he didn't mind. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe---

Ugh, maybe this was too much contemplating for this last at night.

Especially not when there was a sleepy farmer all curled up cozy in his bed. Focusing on that was much more enticing than pondering the moral dilemma that them and their cute smile and charming wit had caused him.

He slowed the cart to a roll, hitching his horse outside your farm. Maybe if he played his cards right he could bridal carry you into your bed and you could both spend the night with an extra bit of warmth beside you. Heavens knows he needed it after another long trip alone in the cart.

That was the other thing about having a home and someone to come home to-- it made the long stretches of being alone in a cart all the more harder to bare. How can he just go back to a cot in the back of the wagon when he's known what it's like waking up in a warm bed next to someone so wonderful...

Ugh-- more troubles to chew on later!

He opened the back of his wagon, he was about to say something but was immediately silenced by your sleeping form.

'Hm-- guess the motion of the cart lulled them to sleep...'

He looked down at you, all cozy and peaceful and sweet, contemplating the best way to get you into your bed without waking you.

Although... seeing you curled up in his blankets suddenly didn't make sleeping in a cart look so bad... suddenly it was sort of looking like the best place for him to be... and there was JUST enough room for a man about his size to squeeze in--- of course it would mean he'd half to snuggle up real close to you to fit, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

He smiled mischievously as took off his cloak and boots and began to carefully ease his way in. You stirred enough to tuck yourself into him, but not enough to wake. He carefully shimmied a pillow under your heads and draped a blanket over you both, and you returned the favor by snuggling in closer.

He let his arms wrap around you, staring lovingly at your face as it snuggled into his chest.

'hmm... welcome home, Balor...' you said half asleep.

His smile soften, and he let out a sigh as he kissed your forehead, and let his body ease beside you.

'Good night, Love.'

Yeah, he could...

He could get used to this.