#farmer quill

[doctor-aceus-art]

Happy B-Day to our beloved Town Doctor

Time he gets some love from his lil farmers ^^

And the bottom with Shane's crocs

Liz by @lizardfootman

On Harv's shoulder is Jay by me

At Harv's tie is Reed by @shoddy0-0

On Harv's head is Leslie by @phillypumpkin

Then we got chaotic gremlin Quill by @jellyaris

And last but not least SJ by @stardew-atlantis

[jellyaris]

Harvey time <3

[lizardfootman]

This is a piece to celebrate @jellyaris's first chapter of their Stardew Valley Regency AU! 💖 Featuring their OC Quill and @phillypumpkin's OC Leslie. 💕

Here is the link to their gorgeous writing: They'll Never Know 🥹✨

[phillypumpkin]

I had the pleasure of getting to color @jellyaris AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL line art, like WTF how lucky am I??!

Two farmers, one brain cell 🥰

Quill (they/them) on the left who belongs to Jelly, and Leslie (she/her) who belongs to me!

Check out Jelly who has all sorts of wonderful stuff!!!

[quillpokebiology]

Thinking about that one Blaziken on that cooking show who refused to eat food shaped like Torchic

[murdrdocs]

Sex with Farmer! Peter while watching the sun sets on your wrap around porch. THEN having domestic aftercare on the porch swing looking at the stars while he casually points out places he’s seen/saved <3333 ps. he is filling every crevice of my brain!

7 o'clock | p. quill

description. domesticity with quill comes easy, but that doesn't mean you take it for granted

includes. SMUT 17+, doemstic!quill, loverboy!quill, unprotected p in v sex

a/n: thought i wrote this but i just did extensive notes so here we are a month later. also written super quick so ... + wasn't meant to be nearly this long

word count: 1.3k+

you've been sitting in the same spot for so long that the indent your butt had created had gone from being comfortably molding, to flat without enough padding.

you shuffle to the other side, taking your mug and book with you, just as peter comes out of the backdoor. he huffs as he sits in the spot you'd previously sat in, and you watch over your book as he twists and repositions, until his green eyes turn to look at you knowingly, a half smile on his lips.

"you left this seat all dented on purpose." a statement, but your head still shakes.

"i swear i didn't!" but it's funny to see his visible discomfort. he shakes his head, faux disappointment all over his face, and he scoots closer to you, hands reaching out to your waist to force you up out of your seat.

you don't protest, moving with him instead of against him, until your bum is seated on the couch, and everything from your mid-thigh down is tossed over peters legs.

the two of you sit like that for a while, screened in back porch preventing any bugs from bothering you in this bliss. you share the contents of your mug, hot tea to soothe the small throat ache you'd had recently, and peter didn't like hot tea at all, but he was far too lazy to go back inside and get iced tea.

you read your book, quill sits and enjoys the comfort of nature, and it's peak domesticity. it's simple, innocent almost. until you finish a lengthy chapter and your eyes need some rest, so you put the book down, finish the contents of your mug, and cuddle into peter's chest instead.

with where the couch is seated, you have a perfect view of the steadily setting sun behind the trees. you watch it for a while, appreciating the beauty of the life you've been given, and then quill takes a deep breath and he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down your neck.

"love this dress on you," he compliments, fingers rubbing the fabric between them, not-so-subtly inching it up as he does so. you hum in appreciation, going to remind him that he brought it for you, but he's speaking before you can. "love it even more off of you, too."

a little laugh from you because of course that's where he was going with this. you don't even have it in you to protest as one hand slides under your dress, running along your thighs, and the other slides up the corseted top to cup right under your tits, large palm eventually engulfing your breast securely.

it's not long until the straps of your dress are down to give peter access to nip at the tops of them, and your dress is bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side so peter's fingers can stuff themselves into your cunt. you're thankful for the prep, you truly are, but you're so desperate in this moment that peter's only a few thrusts in before you're quickly fumbling for his belt buckle, nimble fingers undoing it and popping the button of his pants shortly after, zipper easily following.

you go to straddle him, face-to-face, but quill stops you with a strong grip on your hips.

"uh-uh, other way." you look at him, brows furrowed, a little puzzled, until he clarifies. "can't have you missin' a sunset this pretty." a kiss to the corner of your lips and your eyes roll but you appreciate the sentiment either way, doing what he says and turning yourself around.

you hold onto peter's wrists as he does most of the work, hips pushing up to meet yours with steady thrusts. you'd fucked him this morning, too, but you're still close sooner than expected. something you would've been embarrassed about if it didn't show just how attracted to him that you were.

a breeze blows across your skin, the surrounding air holds a heat that's welcomed more than it's cursed, and you smell nature dirt and musk that blends well with his cologne. you hear the wet sounds of your cunt sucking him in again and again, your moans, and his encouragements.

"you don't gotta do all the work, baby. let me take care of you. jus' relax, look at the sunset, just like that. that's a girl. touch yourself for me." and you do as told, pulling a hand away from his wrist to slide it under your dress and rub it along your clit. your other hand grips his skin aggressively, nails digging into the flesh, but peter doesn't complain.

instead, his hips speed up a little more and he pulls your back to his chest, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he talks you over the cliff, and then he parts his lips and lets you hear his own pleasure as he cums, lips puckering to place kisses under your ear while the both of you come down.

you catch your breath, rise off of peter's cock, and look over your shoulder.

"when's the last time you checked on dinner?"

he looks at the watch on his wrist and you visibly see the way his eyes widen, a smile already forming on your lips.

"uh ... i'll be right back, honey."

you have just enough time to murmur a little "uh huh" before he's gently setting you to the side, pressing a kiss to your temple, and all but running into the house.

you head after him, book and mug in your hand, cum still dripping down your inner thigh, and you make a pitstop to set your items down before heading to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up, and then leaving for the front porch this time.

the sun's set now, stars starting to become visible by the time peter comes out. he's juggling one loaded plate and two glasses when he does, a smile balanced perfectly on his face when he makes it to you.

you inspect the contents, surprised that nothing's burnt, even going to comment on it.

"you can't burn a pot roast, honey."

you shrug, taking the plate in your hands. "pretty sure you've done it before, pete." a halfhearted grumble from him and he's sitting down beside you on the porch swing, passing you the glass of sweet tea when you request it. the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the wind carrying you to and fro as you eat off of the same plate, and share the same space.

when it's finished, and peter has it set down on the coffee table, he has you pulled back into his side, your head resting against the soft cotton of his plaid button up, and then he starts to talk.

"been there, and there too. that one was ... a doozy. if i'm thinking about the right planet." you watch him in awe, squinting to try and decipher which of the tiny specks he was referring to.

"maybe we should get a telescope. one of those real fancy ones," you suggest, ecstatic whenever he agrees.

"and that planet right there; most fun i've ever had. the mission was a mess, rocket kept fucking it up and drax wasn't any help either but afterwards they threw us a massive parade, i'm talking biggest parade ever, honey. got the whole planet involved it was a wild time."

you smile softly, enjoying the way his face lights up as he recounts his time in space. he eventually looks down at you, same look of love written all over his features as he kisses the tip of your nose, your eyes fluttering shut with the simple moment.

"think you'd ever like to come up there one day?" he asks you.

you shrug, taking a moment to think about it before verbally delivering your answer. "maybe ... as long as you'll protect me, star lord." a cheeky smile on your face as you purr the nickname.

peter's smile is boisterous and he hugs you into his side just a little bit tighter.

"always."

[ant1quarian]

Metanoia Height References

( btw, You are not specifically that height. Your exact height isn't really brought up or specified, so you can be as short and as tall as you want to be- but the other boys will be compared to your height. )

[sonicpanels]

Sonic the Hedgehog 2: The Official Movie Pre-Quill: "Mushroom With A View"

Story: Jim Carrey Script: Kiel Phegley Pencils/Inks: Tracy Yardley Colors: Luis Antonio Delgado Letters: Shawn Lee

Editors: Riley Farmer & David Mariotte

[melonae]

based on the game’s canon, and my own experience.. and headcnaon… Elliott is the product of an artist so passionate and obsessed with their work that it causes him to be so isolated and burnt out constantly whilst CONSISTENTLY feeling like an ultimate failure due to the fact that he cannot get anything done because he has so MUCH going on in his head— ideas, whatnot, that it all becomes some sort of overstimulations hujubbub and he just does NOTHING.

he spends all day in his shack trying to come up with ideas, perpetually being inspired then instantly losing motivation in fear of being the thing his peers doubted him for— that is ends up with him doing nothing but just sulking.

he’s somewhat middle aged in my opinion and I can’t help but think HE thinks he’s spent his whole life wasting it on hopes and dreams sometimes. Sure, he undoubtedly has a burning motivation for CERTAIN and when with the farmer, finds the motivation to pick back up the quill and ink— but I find him slightly, ever so self-conscious and even STILL overwhelmed with thought that he’s still ought to wonder if it’s still worth it. Maybe he should give up, live and work laboriously on the farm, leave his dreams behind like most of the other bachelors.

though what I think makes his character so great is that he goes through with it anyway despite the doubt. He’s no longer lonely, as he grimaced about, and furthermore he’s found someone who FULLY supports him and his dreams to be a novelist.

anyways I’m a SUCKER for this man I CANNOT stop yapping about him

[rottenpumpkin13]

what are some impulsive purchases the firsts have made?

Sephiroth, the "I just Thought It Looked Interesting" Purchaser:

• A pendulum wall clock shaped like a lucky cat.

• A snuggie.

• Several lava lamps.

• An armillary sphere that barely fit through his apartment door.

• A feather quill pen that Angeal tried to veto because "you're never going to use it" that Sephiroth only uses when he's in Angeal's visual range.

• A pack of scented markers.

Angeal, the "It was On Sale" Purchaser:

• Bongos he bought at a garage sale for 10 gil (10¢).

• Five crates of zucchini he got for free from a farmer in the grasslands. Angeal's recipes included zucchini for three weeks.

• One set of 10 folding chairs was 40% off so he bought two sets. He lied and told Genesis that he only bought one though.

• A used automatic pet feeder with a camera he bought from a shady guy online that was "basically a steal." He doesn't have pets, so instead he fills it with veggie chips and leaves it in his office. He has multiple videos from the feeder where the timer goes off, and Sephiroth, Genesis and Zack sneak in to grab some chips.

Genesis, the "I'm Rich So It Doesn't Matter" Purchaser:

• An expensive liquor bottle in a language he couldn't read that ended up being fancy bottled water.

• An ice sculpture of himself that was delivered while he was out. He came back and it was a puddle in front of his door.

• A plain, black T-shirt that was designer and therefore 10,000 gil. He told Angeal the price and got lectured for three hours.

Zack, the "YOLO" Purchaser Killer Of His Bank Account:

• A Silver Elite premium membership card that comes with the chance to get a photo with Sephiroth. Even though he knows Sephiroth personally.

• An expensive leather jacket complete with spikes. He wore it once and then never again because he thought he looked mean and unapproachable.

• A trampoline.

• A three person bike that Angeal made him return after he, Cloud and Kunsel almost died on the highway.

• A Touch Me he bought from a shady guy in the slums that he intended to keep as a pet, but ended up escaping and causing a SOLDIER Frog catastrophe.

[doctor-aceus-art]

i'm having so much fun drawing these two, you got no idea. Thanks to @jellyaris for another arttrade ^^ love these two so much

[jellyaris]

Bad brain day

[dandyville]

Welcome to...

Hi there! I am making a custom neighborhood for The Sims 1! It's far from finished, but I'll release new versions in chunks.

Note: This project is made purely out of fun. The next update may come in three weeks or three years or not at all. Still, let me know if you run into any problems and don't hesitate to give me feedback! I would love to hear your opinions!

The current version features 20 lots (15 residential, 5 community) and 10 households!

Households

Click on the names to learn more!

The Beatnik Family, The Butch Family, The Glam Family, The Hex Household, The Loste Family, The Pierrot Household, The Quill Family, The Ravage Family, The Sputnik Household, The Tiller Family

Lots

Vacant Residential Lots

The Burned Bum Beach House, The Cape Retreat, The Crimson Ranch, The Lagoon Cabin, The Lonely Lodge, The Verdant Dwelling

Community Lots

Aquamarine Quarter, Dandyville Carnival, Dandyville Farmer's Market, Jukebox Junction, Four Paws Quarter

Requirements

I created this neighborhood with The Sims Complete Collection, but you might be okay if you simply have all expansions installed.

(Optional) Hungry Hungry Hamster Game -- Official Maxis object! I basically used it just to fill another space on the carnival lot. I also recommend getting the other official objects from that site, but your game might already have most of them. (Mine did, at least. If you notice missing objects in Dandyville, it's likely one of these!)

(Optional) Livin' Large Extreme Character Pack -- A set of skins that were given out as a preorder bonus for The Sims: Livin' Large! I only used some of these for the occasional townie and I suspect if you don't have these the game will just use a random skin.

(Optional) No Buskers Sign -- The ONLY piece of unofficial custom content I used! I use this on community lots where the old town busker feels unfitting and where he might trap your Sim by standing in the way of the only exit. Currently only used on the Aquamarine Quarter lot.

Downloads

Sim File Share

Simblr.cc

itch.io

Install Instructions

Go to your The Sims folder (default location: C:\Program Files (x86)\Maxis\The Sims). You may need admin rights for the next steps!

Inside you will see a folder called "UserData8". Rename that folder to something like "UserData8backup".

Open Dandyville.zip and copy "UserData8" from the .zip-file into your The Sims folder.

Open the game and switch to Neighborhood 8. You did it!

[hollythius]

VANITY | vampire! genshin characters x reader

note | trying something new here! we’re going for multi-chapter, multiple characters x reader, and you get to choose your route! hopefully this goes as planned 😔 general trigger warnings for blood and biting in a (mostly) non-sexual manner.

SYNOPSIS | you receive a letter from a mysterious admirer, inviting you to an exquisite gala. when you arrive, you find various suitors waiting for you— but there’s a catch. they’re all vampires!

first chapter (you’re here!) / next / previous

Dear Y/n,

You have utterly captivated me. Your charms are like the sweetest incense, drawing me nearer like a moth to a flame. When our eyes meet, my heart erupts with joy in a way that words cannot describe. Simply writing to you makes my hands shake in wistful longing. The quill in my hand is as restless as I; and I hope my penmanship is legible. (It would be my worst shame to write to you and have you not be able to read it) Now allow me to get on with the real point of this letter.

I formally invite you to the Dawn Winery next Saturday evening to enjoy a delicious wine tasting and incredible live music. As it is a masquerade, please dress in appropriate attire. I propose a game to you as well— if you can spot me in the crowd, I’ll give you a sweet surprise.

Yours in secrecy,

Your secret admirer.

The love letters were new. You were used to odd trinkets: windwheel asters, berries, a honeyed ale or tasty biscuit. Never had you received such a flowery parchment. Flush rose to your cheeks, tinting them red as you stood on your doorstep. You shook your head, pushing back inside. Sure, it was true that sometimes you stayed awake at night, thinking of who could be behind the gifts. A rich nobleman? A sweet farmer’s son? A librarian, a fisherman, a baker? At times like these, you longed for the touch of your admirer. The country of Teyvat was large, but the incoming fesitival at the Dawn Winery drew in travelers months in advance. Your admirer could be from any reach of the nation! Could they be from your hometown of Mondstat, or the farthest reaches of Inazuma? You would have to find out yourself, should you attend the wine tasting.

Who were you kidding. You were already gathering money for a masquerade mask.

please reblog my work! i spend lots of time on my projects, and it really helps me out :) tagging @ilyuu and @hobieist bc they helped me finalize the ideas for this series!

[fangisms]

rubbish and the weather

A/N: my first hp universe fic 🥺 i hope somebody enjoys this because i LOVE neville and i LOVE friends to lovers tropes

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neville is hiding two things from you: the chest under his bed and his affections for you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, face kisses, friendly teasing/bullying, SICKENING pining, neville being borderline creepy but in a sweet way, cursing, friends to… lovers?

"'Some have begun to question whether or not the Sorting Hat even exists'. Oh, be serious, there's no way anyone would believe this rubbish"—you toss the flimsy tabloid to the foot of the bed, nearly pelting Neville with the busily patterned cover—"Now, if they'd asked, does the Sorting Hat actually sort... well, then I'd have to think about it."

"If you think it's rubbish, then why are you subscribed?"

He doesn't even have to glance up from his almanac to know you're glaring holes through his skull. And you don't have to see the other side of his skull to know that he's borderline laughing at you.

"Oh, and I'm sure what you're reading is much more enlightening. What is this?"—You snatch the thin booklet from his lap, illuminating the soft yellow cover under your suddenly glowing wand—"Last year's Farmers' Almanac?"

"Give me that—I'm trying to follow weather patterns to understand what crops might attract juvenile basilisks to common gardens in order to decrease slug attacks on spring harvests. Are you even listening?" he whines, smacking your calf with the booklet as you reach for a worn quill and a shred of parchment.

"Mhm! Baby basilisks, slug attacks, harvests, got it!" you coo, scribbling across the paper flattened against the headboard of his bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, plant boy! Go back to reading."

"Actually, I prefer plantsman, thank you very much."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, plant boy."

He turns his back to you again, sitting criss-cross on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he scans the pages for keywords and uncommon patterns.

You shift across the bed, draping one arm over Neville's shoulder and dropping the slip of paper into his lap. Your head rests on his other shoulder while he picks at the edges of the piece and ignores the fire in his face.

"For me?" he says, holding it in his palms like it could rip at any second. Like he'll blink and it'll turn to shreds in his fingers.

"It's your little basilisk"—you run your fingertip along the bottom corner where a tiny, overly worried snake sits looking up at a gigantic slug with sharp teeth that towers over him and his tomato plant—"I don't know how he's going to defend his crops this spring."

You blow a puff of air against the back of his neck, chuckling when he startles and slips the comic into the breast pocket of his pajamas.

"So you were listening after all," he teases, turning over his shoulder to find you splayed out across the bed, face buried in his pillows, arms outstretched like you're reaching for something. He wants to reach back. He wants this kind of view for the rest of his life, if only from afar.

You mumble something into the fluff and shriek when he grabs for your ankle.

"Can't hear all your whining through the bedding."

When you look at him, he thinks he could die. Your eyes sparkle in the dim and awfully warm lightning. If he's lucky, you'll brush off all of his feverish blushing as some sort of medical condition. But he's never been very lucky which is why he reaches for the back of his neck when you grin and roll over.

"I wasn't whining, I was saying—"

Light floods the room as the door flaps open to a few familiar faces that look like they've seen a ghost. You spring out of Neville's bed and gather your supplies. He feels a buzzing in his palms that begs him to beg you to stay. But it's against the rules. Even more so than your presence alone in the boys' dorms.

"I guess that's my cue to leave," you chirp, saluting to the quartet of boys shuffling through the doorway with wide eyes and shy smiles.

"Goodnight, Neville."

You kiss his cheek, patting his shoulder and flitting back through the door with one last wave. Neville sighs and tosses his almanac aside, swinging his legs off the side of the bed before he hears a chorus of high-pitched teasing:

"Goodnight, Neville! I love you, Neville!" Not to mention the kissing sounds and squeaky sighs from the group of Gryffindor imbeciles.

He would never admit it out loud, but even imagining you professing your love for him gives him butterflies. His heart races at the thought of your voice wrapped around the sweet words, your lips forming the dewy syllables just right. But he rolls his eyes and groans, settling across his mattress and forgetting the drawing in his pocket.

...

You'd been wandering around the boys' dormitories in your house sweater, humming the song that played in the pub down the road. Usually you invade Neville's space to study or catch up on tabloids, but tonight you're restless. His quill is flicking away at a sheet of classwork he forgot about until the last minute.

As you press your fingertips to each quilt stitch and dresser decoration, you notice a piece of metal gleaming at you from underneath his bed. A sharp corner protrudes from the edge; it belongs to a small brown leather chest buckled in brass and blooming with rust.

"What's this?" you coo, holding the chest across both of your palms, nudging his calf with your foot and grinning mischievously down at him. And he looks genuinely scared. Pale as a ghost and scrambling after you as you take off across the room with elated giggles and chirps.

"No—no! Give that back, it's personal!" he whines, panting as you bound over one of the beds and curl your arms around the box.

"What's yours is mine, Longbottom! Come on, whatever it is can't be that bad—"

He grabs the back of your sweater like the scruff of a puppy, dragging you backwards and knocking you off kilter. He nearly catches the chest with his hands, but you duck out of reach and jump onto his bed before he can get to you again.

"Tell me, what on Earth could Neville Longbottom be hiding—"

His heart stops when you flick open the latch and toss the lid wide. Then your smile falls.

You finger over the contents of the chest, scraps of parchment and ink fill it to its brim. They nearly spill over the edges when you plop down onto his mattress with the chest in your lap.

Your mouth opens and closes with revelation and awe. Each page is one of your spontaneously dorky animations. Spiky creatures and demon garden spawn and caricatures of Professor Snape litter the pile. They're all drawings you remember, each connects to a moment between the two of you.

Neville takes a deep breath and doesn't dare step closer, "It's not what it looks like—"

"You kept them?" you whisper, looking up at him in shock, "All of them?"

You're still flipping through the stack when he shrugs with a worrisome smile.

"...Yes."

You pause. You pause and take a sharp breath in because he's never sounded so sure in a word. You do a double take at one of the sketches. He sits on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands and glancing over at you anxiously.

"Neville"—and here it comes, he thinks, creepy, perverted, obsessive, and those sorts of things. And you wouldn't be wrong. But then he thinks he might be wrong. Because you set the box aside and spring toward him like a goddamn panther, landing him flat on the floor with a groan.

"That's adorable!

Your wet lips find his cheek and the rest of his face, hands wound into the collar of his sleep shirt as you leer down at him with a grin.

"I didn't think anyone paid attention to those stupid things."

"Well. I do," he huffs.

"I can see that, you sicko!" you shriek, "You better thank your lucky stars I'm so nice. Any other girl would've sent you right to Snape for being so perverted and creepy."

Called it.

"That's why I did it to you, not some other girl."

He doesn't know what to do with his hands, and you go shy thinking you might've crossed a line. Maybe you got too excited, flew too close to the sun, lips too close to his own. But the closeness had felt nice, and you want to make him blush like that forever.

"So you're saying it's not because I'm the prettiest girl at Hogwarts."

And you bat your lashes, pouting and leaving him weak in the knees. With your palms on his chest and you leaning closer, he's tempted to admit he's taken with you. To admit he's loved you since first year. To admit you are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts and in London and the rest of Europe. Forget the world, you're his.

"I never said that," Neville mumbles. It’s the closest he'll ever get to a real confession. At least this year.

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[murdrdocs]

farmer life with peter quill.