#pw1

[quixoticrobotic]

Every day of my life I think about what if Delilah had gone to get revenge on Peter after killing Thad but then gets one hell of a loredrop

[pridewrite]

Hello and welcome to the first day of Pridewrite!

Prompt: Farm (#pw1)

Have you ever yearned? Wanted to make-believe living off of the land and disappearing into mud and vegetables in the countryside. Or is it about a more distant time? When young men could show up to the farm of a stranger to ask for work, to retreat to the old barn after a hard day's labour and drink a nightcap with a friend. Drink it real slow, like it weren't the whiskey you were trying to savour. There's lots of ways to run a farm.

Prompt: Cottage (#pw alt1)

We know you're what you're thinking about. Picnics in the field, a cozy cottage you can drink hot chocolate in by the fire with your loved ones, taking a turn in floaty dresses and nice tailcoats. This is your cottagecore prompt, have fun with it.

[daydreamidea]

Farm

Katie was always a daddy’s girl. Did her best to behave, act polite and all that. She always asked for permission before she left the dinner table, double checked that there were no more chore to be done before she had her fun, and she never spoke out of turn. Her older brothers, Arthur and Clive, mostly got the dirty, muscle wearing jobs, but if Katies dad wanted her help she was right to it. When she was little she would hide behind his legs at church, and he still tried to protect his little girl even when she was a teenager. Tried to keep her home, keep her safe, from all the dangerous influences at the high school, and with both her brothers graduated she was left to defend herself.

Her father disapproved of her joining any extra curricular activities, even ones he approved of for his sons, because he wanted her back home every day on the dot. When soccer tryouts came around and she didn’t listen to the rules her father all but speed to the school to find her. Katie never told him she didn’t make the team, and that she only has another student’s old uniform. She never told him that most of the two hour practice is spent in the music hall, not on the field, though she plays a round or two when she can. She never dreamed of telling him, or even letting him get a hint, that she was spending her time playing in a secret band that was less than family friendly. Not to mention the girlfriend, the perfect, beautiful girlfriend that is Primrose, who would lean halfway over the drum set to meet Katie in the middle.

Her father sees her as just a little copy of her mother, same brown hair and green eyes, same freckles and farmers tan white skin. He wants to keep her locked away in a bubble on their property, but she always found a way to sneak out, a new place to hide her diary, a way to hide comfortable clothes in her school bag. He never saw the coming out coming, and was even less prepared for the runaway note she left on the kitchen table.

He ended up angrier at himself after that night, never forgave himself for hitting her, but was more than ready to accept and defend his daughter. If she was ever ready to forgive him, and he never needed her to be. He only wants her to know how sorry he is, and how much love he still hold for his little girl.

[jazzthebirdnerd]

Farm

Take my hand

And follow me.

I’ll take you to a land

Where we’ll be free.

There’s a small farm

Not far from here

Full of love and charm

And little fear.

This is a land

Where we are free to walk

Hand in hand

This pride season,

Without being the talk

This pride season.

I take your hand,

You take mine,

And lead you to this land

Where all will be fine.

Welcome to the farm I say,

As a freshly painted barn

Stands nearby filled with people like us,

Queer and Gay.

The place of pride

For a rural community.

We stand side by side

And look at all the unity.

Our smiles are wide

As we see our community.

This is why we fight.

This is why we have Pride.

Welcome to the farm.

[nullpointr]

farm prompt for @pridewrite 2022!! these are characters for my story concept i talk more about @shotgun-story . not a very good ending but i love cowboy/vampire boyfriends. it is also not supposed to be read as an innuendo

El: she/they

Vi: it/its

Aodh: all pronouns

James: he/it

Ethan: he/him

Wes: he/him

“Yeah, just turn right in a couple miles or so, it’s the only turnoff within like an hour.”

El nods in the driver's seat beside him, glancing over at him. “And you’re sure he’ll be cool with… all this? Us?”

He hesitates, twisting around to look at the backseat. James is fine, absorbed in its gameboy, but Vi is digging dust out of the vents and he’s not sure how Aoudh even got herself into that position. Seatbelts aren’t supposed to twist like that.

“He’ll be fine with the monster thing. Probably. Their, uh, personalities are a little more of an issue.”

He can’t hide his nerves as they pull into the ranch. It’s late, thank god—no sunlight, just the thousands of stars he forgot he could see outside the city. The sky looks so much emptier in New York.

God, he’d forgotten… so much about this place. Texas is hell, most of the time, but this. He’d missed this. The stars, the air, the quiet. Not completely quiet—Aodh’s complaining about zir back hurting has definitely woken him up—but there’s none of the buzz he’d learned to ignore, the traffic and yelling from outside his little apartment.

El yawns, rubbing at her eyes. “You gonna introduce us?”

“Uh.”

He should. Just go knock on the door, it’ll be fine, he knows it will.

Maybe he’ll stop by the barn first. Talk to the horses, he always did find brushing them calming. Or, see the chickens, never mind that he’s a little hungry. Take a walk, nap in the car, however cramped, maybe they should just turn around, because this was a mistake.

El is exhausted.

El is exhausted, and Aodh’s back hurts, and Vi is staring (he forgot that it only really knows the urban world, and the internet). James doesn’t even need sleep, and he looks ready to drop.

He knocks on the door, and it opens almost immediately.

He drinks in the sight of Weston, in all his stereotypical cowboy glory. It’s the middle of the night and he’s still wearing that dumbass hat, bandana around his neck, stubble scruffy and hair tousled.

He’s beautiful.

“Ethan?”

His breath catches in his throat. He missed that. He missed hearing Wes say his name, in that dumb fucking accent of his.

“Hey, Wes. Uh, I would’ve texted you, but—well, I’ll explain everything, I promise, but it’s kind of a long story, and I need, you know, permission. To come in.”

Wes stares at him like the stars are dust compared to him, and Ethan realizes just how long it’s been. They’ve texted, of course, almost every day, and they do their best to facetime, but between med school and the ranch’s subpar internet…

It’s been so goddamn long since he’s seen him.

“You know you’re always welcome, darlin’,” Wes says softly, and Ethan decides right then and there that everything he’s been told about being careful can go fuck itself, he wants to kiss his fucking boyfriend.

So he does.

God, he missed him.

There are light footsteps behind him, and they break apart, Ethan remembering where he is. El waves a little awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, yeah, we should probably—“

“Come on in, y’all. Tea?”

Ethan’s been traveling with this group less time than they’ve been traveling together, but he’s never seen Vi like this. It sits curled on one of Wes’ wicker rocking chairs, eyes closed as it drains it’s tea cup.

“Tastes like home,” it murmurs, and Aodh’s usual annoyance breaks into something between sympathy and anger.

“I know,” he says, voice tight.

Wes brings over more tea, sitting down on the couch. It’s gotten a couple more patches in the last couple years, but it smells the same.

“So, care to explain why you showed up at my doorstep with this bunch?”

“Yeah, again, sorry about—“

“Road trip.”

Ethan falls silent. He’s heard James speak two, maybe three times. At all.

“…elaborate?”

“Monster road trip.”

“Ah, alright. Introductions, then, I s’pose?”

He’s never been more in love with his boyfriend’s nonchalance. Trust him to take this in stride, just like he’d accepted Ethan’s turning.

Introductions go smooth enough, ignoring Aodh’s obvious and halfhearted attempt at Wes’ name.

“Alright, folks, let me get this straight. You,” he points at El, face calm and collected as ever over his own tea. “are a selkie travelin’ to find the other side of your family.”

“Got it.”

“And you’re both fae.”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Yes, but I was raised by humans so they call me a changeling.”

“Alright.” Wes looks at Vi, who still holds the teacup up to it’s face, savoring the smell. “I’ve got more of that tea, if you like. The herbs too.”

It nods, very slowly.

“And… you’re a zombie?”

“Undead,” James says, still on his game. “Zombie has some unpleasant connotations.”

“Undead, alright. And… why are you on this roadtrip to the ocean with El?”

“On the run for the government. Being legally and technically dead creates some problems.”

“Home.”

“I knew she was a selkie immediately, but the kid almost actually let me take her name. I couldn’t just leave them here, knowing nothing.”

El rubs at the back of her neck sheepishly. “Not… nothing. Just not much.”

“You want me to leave?”

“Aodh, come on, don’t—“

They break off with a yawn mid-sentence, and Ethan remembers how late it is. El isn’t any more human than the rest of them (save Wes), but she was raised human. They’ve got a distinctly human sleep schedule.

Wes, bless him, realizes this, and stands up, stretching. “Got a guest bedroom, but I’m ‘fraid there’s only one extra bed. Anyone—“

“Those three can share the bed, just… get me a blanket and I’m good.”

Wes raises an eyebrow at the first half, glancing between Wes and the three in question, but he nods and tosses a wool blanket (he remembers Wes making it while he studied for a test) to El, directing the others to the spare room. By the time he’s back, El is already curled up on the couch, asleep.

Ethan knows Wes must be tired. They woke him up in the middle of the night, and he works hard. But…

Wes takes him by the hand, interlocking their fingers as they walk to the porch.

It’s quiet.

He missed this. He missed quiet with Wes.

“I’m… sorry. For springing this on you.”

Wes kisses their clasped hands, and it’s so goddamn romantic Ethan thinks he might have gotten cardiac arrest if his heart still worked normally.

“It’s alright, love. You said they helped you?”

“…yeah. Saved my life, actually.”

“Then our home is their home.”

Our home.

Months since he’s been here, months since they’ve slept in the same bed, but Wes still calls it their home.

Their hands are pulled apart, and Ethan almost protests, but Wes jumps up to sit on the porch railing, smiling down at him. “Now, I don’t know exactly how diurnal school’s made you, but I’m guessin’ you’re wide awake right now.”

“You’d be correct.”

Wes takes his hands, calloused thumbs brushing over his bony wrists. “How long has it been since you’ve done some midnight horse riding? I could use your fancy vampire vision.”

He missed this.

[allura-writes]

Pride write day 1 - Farm

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Prompt : Farm

Ship: Farm/Horror

Fandom: Undertale

SFW

For general audiences

Enjoy

Farm looked up from cutting up the vegetables for the stew and smiled gently. Looking out, he saw his mate sitting in the chicken coop with the hens, softly petting them. He definitely wasn't expecting this when he ran into the big ol brute all those years ago…

"SANS, ONE OF YOUR SCARECROWS FELL DOWN AGAIN." Papyrus huffed as he passed, wheeling this years harvest of melons to the house.

" 'course it did. i'll get to it eventually, bro."

"NOW SANS." 

" 'm goin, 'm goin." He pushed himself off the ground and stuck a new piece of wheat in his mouth. He sighed, mumbling something about how the scarecrows weren't doing anything much. He went over to the thing, ready to lug it off the ground when he froze. Whatever that was, it was not a scarecrow. He gently nudged it with his foot.

"uhh…hey pap! i don't think this is one of our scarecrows." He yelled, a bit wary of the thing.

"PICK IT UP ANYWAYS!" 

"i think something died on it. it's covered in blood…and fur." 

"OK, FINE, I'M COMING," He jogged over there. "NOW WHAT IS SO GR- OH MY GOODNESS, SANS, WHAT IS THAT THING!!" He jumped away from it.

"look, i dunno, just help me move it so the coyotes don't come. we just got rid of them."

Suddenly, a low growl came from the thing.

"holy- it's alive." Sans moved some of the mottled fur and gasped. "papyrus, go get the first aid kit. it's a skeleton."

Papyrus nodded and ran back to the house.

"heya bud, it's gonna be alright. my brother and i are gonna help you. don't give up on us, pal. ok?"

He didn't wake fully till about 3 days after they found him. And when he did, wooh boy, was it chaos.

"heya bud, how's ya doin? i suspect not too well, ya haven't woken up just yet. but you will, won't ya." He calmly spoke, chewing his wheat stem and petting the injured skeletons' back when the skeletons' eyesocket lit up blood red. He growled and kicked Sand off of him, sending the poor farmer across the room and he skittles into a corner growling.

Sans grunted on impact, his eye glowing in his anger, but he forced himself to calm down as he saw the fearful look on the monsters' face. "woah there buddy, calm down. ain't gonna hurt ya. i promise, ok? just calm on down." He slowly approached the monster.

The monster just growled and shrunk into the wall further.

"my name's sans. what's yours?"

The monster growled, seeming to want to speak but unable to.

"ok, grrr. nice to meet ya. let me guess, it's spelt like mckenzie? nah, 'm just kiddin ya. gosh, ya look straight from a horror movie, don't ya."

The skeletons' growling subsided and he leaned forward slightly, sniffing Sans hand.

"heh, alright then. can ya understand me, grrr?" 

He nodded.

"can ya talk?"

He shook his head.

"write?"

Nod.

"alrighty, give me a second then." He summoned a pen and notepad. "what's your actual name, because whoever names their kid 'grrr' needs to be arrested by the name police."

He laughed a little and wrote: 'My name is Sans too.'

It took Sans a bit to read it, as the handwriting was really shaky. "sans? well, we both can't be sans…ya must be one of them city folk, they always duplicate names. us farmers are unique with our names, ya see. however, not as unique as grrr. can i call ya that?" 

He made a wheezing noise that led to coughing. After a bit, he wrote something else down. 'No, don't call me Grrr. I look from a scary movie, you say? What about that?'

"scary? ya want me to call ya scary?"

'No, Horror. Can I call ya Farm? You said you were a farmer.'

"sure. nice to meet ya, horror."

Horror nodded and flashed a sharp smile.

Yeah…definitely not what he expected. Now the big guy had settled. Had recovered. Slowly, over the course of a few years, gained weight, gained magic, gained mental capacity. He still couldn't talk too well, but he was getting there! About 4 years ago, he had learned enough words to ask him out. Last year he could say enough to struggle through a proposal speech (Farm had totally broken down crying and had said yes.) He came a long, long way since then. They both had, if the large bump that was the farmers' belly said something about the whole ordeal.

He jumped surprised when he felt big arms wrap around him. "oh, well howdy darlin'. sorry, musta not heard ya come in."

"All…good." He whispered, nuzzling his smaller mate. "What are you…thinking about?"

"oh nothin'. nothin at all darlin. crop is comin over tomorrow, just as a heads up."

"C…crop?"

"my brother, remember?"

He nodded and kissed his fiance on the head, purring gently as he did so.

[remiel69]

Minecraft Farm

Fandom: Homestuck

Ship: Romantic Davekat (Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas)

Summary: Dave and Karkat cuddle and play Minecraft together.

Word Count: 366

Notes: This is for Pridewrite 2022, a month-long prompt challenge by @pridewrite! Day 1's prompt is "Farm". Karkat and Dave both use he/him pronouns. Also on Ao3.

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“KK, you know I love you,” Dave sighs. “But can you please come help me gather resources?”

Karkat huffs, ruffling Dave’s hair from where he lays in Karkat’s lap. The pair are playing Minecraft together on their Switches. Karkat’s cuddled into the corner of their shared couch with his boyfriend curled up beside him.

“I’m getting food!” Karkat says, tending to his Minecraft farm. “We have beds, a house, and food. We’re fine!”

Dave looks up at Karkat like he’d grown a second set of horns. “Babe, we need iron! And coal and diamonds and, like, so many other things!”

Karkat just hums. “Maybe you’re right…”

“So you’ll help?”

“Oh, no,” Karkat laughs. “Just save me two diamonds so I can make a diamond hoe and maybe some woods for fences. What do you think about some animal pens?”

Dave groans, reaching up and smooshing Karkat’s face in one hand. Karkat glares down at him.

“Get ‘em yourself, lazy ass.”

“Oh fuck off.” Karkat swats his hand away, flicking Dave’s forehead. “You’d fuckin’ starve without me, in the game and real life.”

“Not true! I know how to order pizza!”

Karkat throws his head back in a laugh. “You’d go broke so fucking fast dumbass. Fine, you gather food.”

He exits the game, tossing his Switch to the other end of the couch. Dave pouts up at him.

“Kar, c’mon,” He whines. “Fine, you can make a thousand farms or whatever, just play with me, you ass.”

Karkat tries to look upset but a small smile breaks through.

“There’s my dork,” Dave laughs, sitting up and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s face. Karkat rolls his eyes and takes the Switch from Dave, setting it down. He leans in and kisses the human properly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

They pull apart a moment later, both smiling and flushed. Karkat nestles his head into Dave’s shoulder, letting him pull him close in a side hug. Dave retrieves both their games, offering Karkat’s to him.

“Fine, but don’t insult my farms again or I’m not making dinner tonight,” Karkat sighs. He takes the console while Dave laughs.

“Deal,” Dave says, pressing a kiss to Karkat’s head

[makerofmoodboards]

A nature-inspired lesbian moodboard!

Image id under cut:

id: a square divided by thin white lines into 9 squares in a 3 by 3 pattern. The top left image is of a snail with a shell with dark brown, orange, and cream-colored striping patterns. The snail's body is cream-colored, and it is on a dark surface. The background is a blurry green pattern, presumably a bush. The top center image is the words "girls love girls" in white cursive font, with an orange glow effect around them. The background is a dusty pink. the top right image is two cherry blossom flowers on a vertical branch against an indistinct yellowish-green background. The center left image is of two orange flowers with thin, spiky, upright petals against a blurry black, grey, and green background. The center center image is of the lesbian flag. The center right image is of a red ladybug on the center of a flower with a yellow center and white petals. The background is blurry light green and white. The bottom left image is a flat coral pink bug with an orange stripe pattern on its back half. It is on a flat green leaf. The bottom center image is an aerial view of a fall forest, with many yellow-orange trees. The bottom right image is the words "wake up and smell the roses" in a bold pseudo-cursive font. The words are a cream color against a dark pink background.