#farm 2.0

[whiskyarts]

imagine these mfs actually growing up wow that's bonkers

[kittlesandbugs]

FHR: Escapist inklings (Ao3 Link) Characters: Sidestep (Farm, 2nd visit) Warnings: Canon-typical suicidal ideation, implied abuses at the Farm, nothing explicitly shown. Word Count: 735 Summary: Sidestep sits in solitary confinement, pondering possibilities for escape and stumbles onto an idea.

Lying on the mat in your cell, you toss and turn with restless frustration. It's impossible to get comfortable between the fresh bruises of the day and the dampeners weighing down on your mind. They're immutable around you, making the four close closed walls even more claustrophobic. A choke hold on your mind that would be much more merciful if it was clenched tight around your throat. 

If only you could be so lucky. 

You still on your back, the thin mat doing little to cushion your scrawny atrophied body from the cold concrete floor. Your stomach gnaws at your spine, fed just enough to keep your brain alive and active, because that's all they care about. Not fed enough to be comfortable, to remind you that good dogs get good meals. You ignore these slights against yourself. You're still breathing. Focus on that. 

In. 

Out. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Don't think about how you learned this, years ago, a passive puppy learning to self-soothe to serve. They want that good obedient dog back, not the feral stray cat you became once out of their bag. You'll die before becoming that sad browbeaten creature again. And they'll regret the tiger you'll be once you figure your way out of this cage. Once you have your claws on their throats. 

How to get out is the only thing stopping you. 

Telepathy won't get you out of this, not with the dampeners trapping your reaching prying fingers inside your own skull. You aren't a shape-shifter. You can't dematerialize and pass through walls. You can't pass unseen and unheard through spaces between reality, not like the Void.

Hm. The Void. 

You saw the paths she walked once. You made yourself forget them as the green faded from your sight and the burn faded from your veins. Could you make yourself remember them again? Could you walk them again? Pass through the walls of this place like the ghost you are. What's the worst that can happen if you try? You venture too deep into the space between? It crushes you like it crushed the Void? Ends your miserable existence here? You can't see a downside to trying. 

You breathe. In. Out. Remember. The acid of her Blood burning deep in your veins. The color of her Sky, deep underground. The paths they opened in the spaces between, seared deep inside of you. Push your fingers through the folds of your mind, peel and pry back the scars chaining the memories so very deep, gouge them out, let them flow fresh and green. 

(ignore the screams. yours. ortega's. they're all in the past.)

Your eyes open inside and you see. It's tiny, barely visible, like dust motes in a shaft of light. Small. Mutable. Immaterial. You can't walk this. Your flesh is weak but solid. It binds you to this plane. 

But your mind is strong. It doesn't need this flesh. It needs to go free, unfettered, unburdened, unreal. You have to escape the gravity well of mind to body. You have to unmake your self to become. 

You need to let it go. 

You reach and you drag your self, pulling taut, tauter, tight, tighter, and then finally the invisible cord binding you to you snaps. 

You think you scream. 

But no one comes in. 

Your body breathes on below, but you are weightless above. 

Immaterial. 

Free. 

On the moted path, you wander. Beyond the choke of the dampeners, you fly. Feather light and feather flow, you drift down towards another mind.

A guard. Yours. Seated in a padded chair, viewing screens that capture you and your cell, inside and out from every angle. 

You flow into the cracks of his mind, taking a tenuous hold amidst his stream of consciousness. He's bored watching you sleep, especially now that you've settled. He needs to go to the bathroom, but his shift mate has stepped out to smoke. He wonders what will be for dinner when he gets home after third shift is over. He half-hopes you'll start pounding the walls again, just to break up the monotony. 

You wonder… 

Can you do more than watch…? 

Tickle a little nerve. 

His hand jerks and he swears as the mug of coffee spills across the desk. In his panic, your tenuous hold snaps like a rubber band. 

You lurch upright, you again, you yourself, choking on bitter victorious bile as you laugh. 

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[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

.... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

THIS FANDOM. HAS LITERALLY. NO DRIP.

THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS IS GODDAMN FUCKING 31 YEARS OLD.

LIKE I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FUCKING SAY THIS BUT GO WATCH KILL BILL OR SOMETHING!

And don't get me started on the Chalastor discourse that I hear is happening right now as if I wasn't deep into the Daddy Kink Fanfic long before the show started as if the new episode combined with what Al said about Charlie in episode one doesn't fuel it for me.

But you know what? I'm glad that Medrano is having fun gaslighting the straighty straight puritans trying to turn this ship into the second coming of Starco because y'all deserve to be psychology messed with like that after what the fuck you did to this poor woman on her birthday.

Shame on you.

[fishareglorious]

not really inclined to pull for any of the characters in the latter 2.0 above patches, so i'll probably be looking forward to reruns and such with them.

list of characters i wanna try my luck pulling for:

6 (irl's gameplay with him hitting insane amounts of damage makes me jealous as hell)

vila (healer. also fish are glorious)

[anshares]

Chu wanning POV of Farm arc Mo ran

[influencerpippin]

potato outfit potato horse (not pictured: potato portrait frame)

[rubywolf0201]

I’m finally done with the 2.2 story but before I post the screenshots of my playthrough, here is the progress I’ve made with Boothill’s Trace Materials.

It’s going pretty well and I think I should have enough once he drops around on the 28th-29th May.

[pan-cakes-makes]

This build is for all us plant lovers who can’t keep irl plants alive, so instead we live out our green thumb fantasies in Animal Crossing New Horizons. In this build I created the best homestead using the new 2.0 crops. This rural farm includes: vegetable bed islands for easy watering, a duck pond because they’re superior to chickens, a beach berry patch to utilize as much space as possible, and a run down yet cozy farmhouse for our new farmer villager, Dobie. 

My real life garden could never (all my plants struggle hard to survive)... but at least my virtual farm is flourishing. That counts for something, right? 

- CUSTOM CODES USED - 

Dirt Path: MA-4147-2454-4020

Eyebrows: MA-1409-5733-1266

- WATCH IT - 

Check out the speed build on my YouTube channel here

- FARM INSPO - 

 @crossingkatt (instagram + youtube)

[comradeboyhalo]

hes gonna go so capitalist

[maddy-ferguson]

i know i'm talking about a minority but i feel like there's a subset of mike stans who are sooo resentful of the fact that everyone likes will. like i'm very sorry everyone hates your favorite character while 97% of stranger things fans like mine but that's not will's fault

[dolores-slay]

HELP I no longer feel really invested in Genshin's story other than a few characters and the overarching story that we get just crumbs of once on forever, but if I completely stop keeping up I'll fomo hard and it might be too difficult to get back in when interesting stuff does start happening.

[chomprawrmoo]

I’m trying to find like-minded individuals on here, so: These are the games I’m eager to get on after a long day of work.

Call of Duty: Warzone 2.0, Overwatch 2, Stardew Valley, and Power Wash Simulator.

[bakgos]

CHILDE RERUN CHILDE RERUN CHILDE RERUN

[autisticmight]

i dyed my new backpack and now it's pretty close in colour to my old one and!!! the colour was the one problem and now it's fixed!!! i might buy a second batch of dye just to make it a bit more vivid but i'm so glad because my backpack is an everyday part of my life that i need on me at all times and now i've got one that further meets my needs while not being completely entirely different

[villainsidestep]

that “they don’t know [xyz]” guy at the party meme except it’s me saying “they don’t know that fawn would take up the heartbreak name” in the survivor!v3 au