#by the way off topic but i think ajax has dimples

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Oop I saw your tag ramble about Stardew Valley and now all I can think about is farmer-Us + Legacy.

Honestly, Wilderness farm would probably work, since fighting monsters at night is a notable feature of that specific farm-

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu I love SDV, hehe.

you and i think alike, anon,,,, little farmer and big monster friend is SO good

imagine, you as a worker who wanted to restart your life at a small farm, desiring a peaceful life of tending to your crops and making produce after living in the city for so long... only to find out that the area is infested with monsters of all types. well, no matter- you dabbled in adventuring before settling down, so you've handled a commission or two. it's more annoying than anything threatening, having to secure your crops and shoo the monsters away before retiring each night, but it eventually becomes routine- until the monsters suddenly stop appearing. you can see them in the distance at times, from the hollow eyes and inhuman forms, but they avoid your house and arm like the plague; strange, you didn't change anything, and the pet cat you took in only fights mice and the occasional lizard

everything clicks into place when you're up late one night, returning home after running several errands, and you spot a new monster, towering over the rest with crimson horns and glittering, star-speckled wings, growling and chasing the others away

it takes you a few weeks to earn the beast's trust, staying up hours into the night to catch a glimpse of him watching you from afar, keeping the other monsters away from your farm. you leave him fruit and vegetables to eat, smiling when you hear a quiet crunching noise as you're preparing for bed- once you left a flower amongst the crops, and the next night, the flower had been tucked behind one of his horns. he meets you at the road towards your home in the evenings to walk you home, slowly becoming more talkative as the days pass until he replies to each sentence you speak with a curious chirp or trill, and when the biting winter rains come, he enters your house for the first time and curls up with you by the fireplace, your cat settled on top of him

his name is Foul Legacy, you discern from the letters he scratches into the dirt, and he's your wonderful monstrous friend