#oc farmer

[dennydraws]

Every time Taliferro opens his mouth I want to ruffle his hair and call him silly :'D

[newblogis-sunkissedsol-oldblog]

Ahhh! So happy, I was able to snag a slot for @nicoleknives Stardew farmer commissions 💗😭

I can see why Harvey is obsessed 🥰

Marisol, you beautiful, gorgeous girl and your chubby little cat that Shane thinks is bullying to name him Fatboy.

Thanks for drawing my girl! 🫶🏼

[doctor-aceus-art]

i don't know, my head just needed some wholesome pride stuff right now and Raj deserves all the love in the world. i don't make the rules

[harveyxmoss]

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CHAPTER INDEX - FIRST CHAPTER

[lawdrawx]

next comic is full of nice faces (Harvey’s first time being the TOP! ♡) all the sketches here

[shellsstardew]

“I think you bring out the worst in me. I think I hate you for it.”

Made fan art of Bark, So That I May Bite You (Chapter 6) for my beloved @thesoggyn00dle :))

This is the best written fic I have ever read in my life, I'm so serious

YOU NEED TO READ IT! (although read all the tags before doing so PLEASE) (if you want an idea of this fic's vibe, take my comic and imagine the absolute opposite of that) (the pain is so worth it tho, REALLY)

If you're interested, start reading from the oneshot At My Worst! (explicit)

Noodle everyday I'm so happy we found each other and I can get inspired by your dark, twisted, beautiful work and you can do the same with my cute, fluffy, funny comic! I feel so honored to be your friend ❤️ Love u

[wordsbymae]

Late One Stormy Night Pt. 2

This is a continuation, including a large time jump, of my original farmer storyline, the canon events if you will. I would have loved to do this for flower seller and mousy au, however I feel it fits much better for the original farmer. I may do one for the other aus as well. Also this is just a short little snippet into where this reader ends up, I have spoken in depth about their life together, but this is years down the track, where pumpkin has finally given in.

Triggers: Pregnancy! FemReader, Stockholm syndrome ofc, reader has pretty much been brainwashed into being a perfect house wife, if you didn't know the context or if I didn't remind you within the text, it would seem like a nice love story. feminism please do not judge me

A kick against your belly halted your movements. A small smile etches across your face. You drop the washing you had just grab back into the basket that lay on the lush green ground beneath you. A gentle spring breeze floated past, bringing the scent of pine and grain past. The babe in your belly has only just started to move within you. You had yet to fully comprehend that life, a new being, was growing within you. Another kick, against both your belly and hand this time, brought a giggle to your face. The sound of tyres on dirt brought your attention to your husband pulling up in front of the house. Your giggle faded. You didn't like remembering the time before you were allowed in the house, the time you spent huddle within a stable in the barn. When you fought against his every action and offer of affection. Now, after finally putting your pride aside, you were happy. It took years, but you finally content by his side. It was so long ago know that you couldn't even really remember how you came across him. All your remember is rain, and that is all you could begin to remember before the memories fell apart like ash.

You begin to make your way to your husband, pushing aside the laundry drying along the washing line. The sun beamed down with kindness, bringing a subtle warmth across your skin.

You stopped a few metres away from him, watching as he jumped out of his pick up truck, a wide smile on his face at the sight of you.

"Well good afternoon to you pumpkin, how you feeling? That boy of mine not giving you trouble?" he greeted, turning to the tray of the truck, grabbing from it a large wooden log. He huffs as the weight of the log pushes against his shoulder.

"I'm feeling fine" you laugh, it was a game of yours to count how many times in one day he asked how you were feeling. This was his 10th ask of the day.

"We don't if its a boy yet. Could be a girl" you offer with a smirk. He was convinced it was a boy.

"Nope" he states as he walks towards the work shed, you follow behind him, begging for attention. Ever since the barn, you've been so desperate for affection.

"In the last five generations of my family, there hasn't been one girl born" he drops the log down in the dirt next to his wood working station. You pout, wondering how that is even possible and also wondering why he had a massive log to begin with.

"what's the log for?" you ask.

He turns back to you with a lazy smile, wiping sweat from his brow and he takes his hat off.

"A crib" he beams. Delight dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, that makes sense" you mutter. Your eyes begin to slowly blink in exhaustion. Carrying a baby isn't easy.

" Come on pumpkin, lets get you to bed" he drawls, grasping your hand with a gentle touch. So very different from how he used to touch you when you first arrived.

You nod lazily, still surprised with how quickly sleep comes to you these days.

"That boy of ours sure likes to cause trouble huh? He's gonna just be like his daddy, although I'm hoping he's gonna look like you sweetheart." he muses, a hand coming down to trace your belly as you walk.

The farmer smiles once more. Everything he ever wanted he has. A beautiful wife, the perfect family and more hopefuly to come after this one. He chides himself for the years spent alone, angry at the world and himself. That whole time he could have had this, a place within a family. But he wouldn't change anything, not the timing or the place. You came to him at the perfect time, you were everything he ever could have wanted and more.

He thanks himself for having the courage to take what he saw as his.

[tinytiredturtle9]

Minor spoilers for coral islands 1.1 update but i really wanted to see Semeru in winter clothes so I drew him in the snow

Personally I think he'd like watching the snow fall, but he'd hate the cold since its so different from the cold in the ocean.