#harvest of first fruits

[candles-crystals-cauldrons]

Mabon grimoire page redo

[kagender]

I wonder what if Pururu decided to become an Assassin like Dororo?

this actually gave me the idea to swap pururu and zoruru! pururu as an assassin, and zoruru as a medic. i think pururu would definitely be more reserved had she taken up the role of an assassin, probably to the point of intimidating the keroro platoon, minus maybe dororo. you can very much break this exterior though, she loves reminiscing about her childhood just like the giro/doro/kero trio and will excitedly retell some tadpole tales. this role swap would also likely result in her having a more active role in the garuru platoon arc which i think is cool! as you can see she has a scar on her face, gained from a battle with another assassin. her weapons of choice are almost pin-like throwing blades, to keep some of her needle theming in. now being the medic, zoruru would be the one responsible for the platoons' health checks. hes definitely more offstandish than most medics, taking things in an analytical and straightforward manner. i do wonder if he would still harbor some dislike for dororo? perhaps he would try to pull some medical malpractice on him. in this version, he lost his limbs from a nasty disease he contracted from a patient. this is also where his red eye and bumpy, scarred skin come from. he probably wears a coat when working but i didnt feel like covering his scarring up haha

[feral-biologist]

When you realized if Tamlin can shapeshift other people that means he can perform gender-affirming surgery for anybody who asked!!!

[thequeerofdelphi]

My lovely altar on this hot Lammas 2023

[bambuita]

First harvest! 1 1/4 pounds 😆

6/17/22

[victorluvsalice]

And Smiler, meanwhile, made a new friend -- Leila Illes! Mostly because a) Smiler is the most charismatic and likable Sim in existence at this point, and makes new friends just by saying "hi" to people, and b) Smiler needed a proper drink of plasma and -- with Victor already tired -- needed to butter someone up to get their fix. XD Fortunately, after a little bit of chatting and doing impressions and exchanging pronouns (Leila is she/her), Leila was happy to extend her wrist, and Smiler got their drink. :) I love it when a plan comes together... They then laid down for a little while to soak up some sun while Alice used the facilities and Victor woke up from his nap -- and then, after a round of Scruberoos to make sure everyone was clean --

PICTURE TIME! Yup, I forgot to buy Alice her own tripod (must remember to do that!), so I plopped one on the beach in a nice scenic location that they could use. :) I forced myself to keep it to just the initial ten pictures that you get from using the tripod this time, and made sure to get a variety of sizes -- a handful of little and medium ones, and a couple of big ones. Unfortunately, most of the screenshot versions ended up with that stupid "bloom" effect over them, so you get probably the most staid poses I had them try out of the bunch. *sigh* Ah well -- they still look like they're having fun, at least!

But we couldn't just stop at tripod pictures, no -- I also needed "dual seflies" for the photo collage behind the bubble blower back home! So once the tripod ten were done, I had each of them whip out their phone to get some shots with the others -- Smiler with Victor, Alice with Smiler, and Victor with Alice. Got some very cute and fun shots -- and of course I had to do Smiler kissing Victor on the cheek. Honeymoon and all! :) Ahh, I do love taking in-game pictures of my trio. It gives me all the good feels. :)

[mariocki]

Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 222/?

John Cale - Dying on the Vine (1985)

"Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter?

The troops, the celebrations in the sun.

The authorities say my papers are all in order

And if I wasn't such a coward

I would run.

I'll see you when all the shooting's over;

Meet me on the other side of town.

Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection,

It's always nice to have them hanging around.

I was thinking about my mother,

I was thinking about what's mine.

I was living my life like a Hollywood,

But I was dying, dying on the vine."

[askwhatsforlunch]

Growing Tip: Cherry Tomato First Harvest!

When I last wrote about my Cherry Tomatoes, about four weeks ago, I was waiting for them to ripen!

It took just a little under a month, but the biggest Cherry Tomatoes are now beautifully bright red and ripe!

These five Cherry Tomatoes (above) are actually my second harvest. I had already picked five on Saturday, which I shared with my friend Clo who had come over for a barbie. And we both agreed they were delicious. Juicy and tasty, almost sweet!

I am so happy, and rather proud, and looking forward to the rest of this Summer, as there are heaps more on the vines! (The last plant are just flowering!)

So far, it is a very good year in the Kitchen Garden!

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

yes this was all unnecessary and I could have just squeezed the seeds out but this was more fun 🌵 🌶🖤

[nomaishuttle]

me 4 hours ago: I will simply wrap up summer and then go to bed :]

the little devil who lives in my savefile: You should do the first day of fall too so that you dont forget the layout you have planned

me:This is true...

me 4 hours later covered in blood visibly shaken:

[presbyterianautumn82]

Proverbs 3:9 (KJV), "Honour the Lord with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase."

[alphabetatoes]

a.n.: told yall id do it at some point (happy early birthday to me)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

cowboy!nanami who works as a ranch hand on the gojo family estate. as a daughter of the gojo heads, you meet the young man on his first day. immediately swept away by his charm, you know you’re done for. and he falls like putty through your hand, enamored by your kindness. the fact that he’s absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty is a plus

cowboy!nanami who’s calloused hands are ever smooth on yours when he goes to draw your attention, careful not to scare you. his nimble feet working with horses make him stealthy, and unsuspecting to those he approaches.

cowboy!nanami who makes a habit of bringing you the fresh eggs and dairy he harvests each day, as he takes note when you mention how much you enjoy baking. 

and cowboy!nanami gets to reap the fruits of his labor, as you bring him new goods to try out during his breaks. the compliments drip from his tongue as he gushes and exalts your talents. he’s never been more certain that his love language comes in the form of food than when he’s reveling in the delectable treats you’ve brought him.

cowboy!nanami who builds up the courage to ask you on a date. a polite (and beautifully scenic) picnic on the estate, with wine from the orchard and fresh produce from the farm. and it's quite the juxtaposition how the stoic cowboy needs to build up the confidence to ask you on this date, nervous as to not overstep.

cowboy!nanami pushing back a strand of hair that falls in your face, moving it out of the way to paint a clear canvas as he leans in for a chaste kiss. you grasp onto his broad shoulders for better footing, and cowboy!nanami knows he's done for.

those calloused hands once again returning as cowboy!nanami draws circles over your clit. the tender motion sending shock waves of electricity through your body. and how cowboy!nanami praises his pretty girl for taking his fingers so well.

the gentle burn of how cowboy!nanami’s cock stretches you doesn't go unnoticed, but his gentle guidance adds a new level of pleasure to the experience. he looks at you with nothing but adoration, smitten by the way you’ve not only taken him, but allowed him to see a more intimate part of you.

cowboy!nanami guides you through your orgasm, his praise continuing as you ride out your high. and cowboy!nanami makes it a point to clean you up after, drawing you into him in comfort as you slowly drift off to sleep.

[victorluvsalice]

We’ve made it to Spring Saturday in the Chill Valicer Save, and today you get a slightly shorter update (seven posts instead of nine) featuring the gang out and about again! Aren’t you glad? :p This time, though, there’s roughly two distinct “halves” to their adventures, with the first half being:

The Race To Complete Alice’s New Year’s Eve Resolution! Because while Victor and Smiler managed to complete their resolutions (improve a skill and complete an aspiration milestone) over the course of the first week of Spring without much issue, Alice ended up lagging behind on hers to get fit. It’s hard to fit in exercise around everything else they have to do! So I decided to take Saturday to have her work out at an actual gym lot and see if she could slip it in at the last minute --

Only to discover, when I checked the timer visible in her Simology panel at roughly 4:15 AM, that she only had about eight hours to complete the resolution. I thought she had all day, not until noon! O.O At that point, I admit, I was like “Well, she’s probably not going to complete this resolution. . .but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try!” And so I planned out the gym trip anyways --

Well, er, after everyone had completed all of their chores. ^^; Because there’s always loads to do around the Valicer Farm, that’s for sure! Smiler spent their morning fixing broken turbines, searching for parts in the resultant garbage piles, cleaning out the chicken coop, and helping hatch another chick before heading upstairs for a much-needed bath. XD Alice, for her part, woke up and promptly started doing push-ups (as if she herself realized the need for immediate action) before heading downstairs to greet Shadow and grab a nice breakfast of steak tartare, while Victor got up and proceeded to do the most important job of all --

Harvesting all the produce in the greenhouse before they left, because otherwise a good chunk of it would end up in the household inventory! Yeah, this is an annoying little glitch that happens if you leave unharvested plants on your lot while traveling -- there’s a decent chance the game will auto-harvest them upon your return and stick them in the household inventory, where they cannot be easily retrieved (as there’s no way to mass-remove them). I didn’t want that to happen, so Victor braved a bee attack and ignored all the weeds investing his plants for the moment to get all the fruits, veggies, and flowers safely into HIS inventory for later. Better there where I can mass-move them into the fridge if needed!

Anyway -- with that taken care of, there were just a few last things to do -- Victor magically fixed the busted downstairs bathroom sink before getting his own steak tartare breakfast to have on the porch; Smiler snuck in some computer time while the house actually had power; Alice got in a pre-workout shower before coming downstairs to mop puddles; I learned that Victor already knows Copypasto (checking the “Magic” options on his dirty dish) when I thought he didn’t and smacked my head because I’d WANTED HIM TO LEARN THAT SPELL FOR THE STORE --

*shakehead* And cue me deciding to worry about that later and getting the gang off to the gym before any more time could pass! Specifically, to Del Sol Valley to check out Pectoral Fitness Refurb by Maydussa! Because we all know Simmer-made lots are superior to the EAxis-made versions. And this lot was definitely nicer than its vanilla counterpart. . .

[shallowseeker]

Dean and Cas are both counting.

And six weeks, two days, ten hours. That's 44 days, ten hours. Why, that's almost 50 days. ‼️

First Blood 12x09

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm

Male Yandere Farm Harem x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, brief mention of cockwarming, brief mention of scenting, cum milking, yandere farm hybrids, detained reader, breeding kink, harpies, bull men, centaurs, dog men, cat men) Word Count: 860 (Was chatting with a friend about how I had a farmer/gardener hat and how I just need overalls, a white bandana, and a pink shirt and I will look like a professional trans monsterfucking rancher, this short fic is the result of that discussion, I hope it will eventually serve as a source of asks in the future. I know it is brief, but I loved writing this.)

(Animal Farm: Mondays, the mini-fic involving the harpies, can be found HERE.) (Animal Farm: Tuesdays, the mini-fic involving the dog-men, can be found HERE.) (Animal Farm: Wednesdays, the mini-fic involving the centaurs, can be found HERE.)

 When you had first taken the leap to add monster ranching to your farm you were unsure if it would be a profitable venture, there were not many such places where you lived, but you did not know if demand would be high for unorthodox products such as monster semen.  You started off with just one centaur, he produced huge quantities of cum from milking him twice a day, and it sold so well that you were soon able to add yet another centaur.  Two was plenty to keep fulfilling the centaur semen needs of your small community so once you had enough funds you invested in three harpy men that laid a ton of eggs, despite being males, and they also produced some extra ball batter for you to peddle as well.  Now you were making money from your usual crops, harpy cum and eggs, which were highly prized, and centaur cum. In almost no time at all you were ready to add yet more monster men to your growing ranch.  Three large bull men now called your little slice of paradise home, their jizz was similar to the centaurs, but the flavor was quite a bit different and used differently in recipes. It also had a slightly different use in folk medicine as well.  Milking and feeding all the monster men on your ranch was hard work but very profitable, but soon you noticed that eggs were being stolen and you eventually caught the culprits drinking from your centaurs early one morning.  Two cat men desperate for food. You adopted them and used them for pest control around the crops and provided them with food and shelter in their own stable. You also added their cum to your product list.  To make sure you did not have any more thieves though, and possibly more dangerous intruders, you got three dog men who patrolled your property in shifts, all they needed to keep them happy were some holes to breed and you, and the cat boys who were constantly in heat, were happy to provide them with a place to dump their seed.  Now you had cat, dog, bird, bull, and horse hybrids on your property as well as many exotic crops which you had learned responded really well to having monster cum mixed into the compost. Your business was BOOMING, it was perfect. The monster men all got along with one another for the most part, and they were all extra sweet to you, the brawny bull hybrids even helped you plant and harvest your fruits and vegetables.  It was a great life, for a while.

 But you grew so many things and sold so much monster cum that you were gone off at the market far too often for your monster’s taste. They convened and decided that the proper place for you was with them, at the farm where you had an entire harem of mighty beast men to look out for you.  After they decide this they confront you when you get back from the market. You try to reason with them but they are all very adamant, you will be their little mate that they kept close and safe and that was simply all there was to it. They could milk themselves and the centaurs and bull men could easily haul the cart to market and one of the cat men could deal with customers because they were so sweet and charismatic.  There was only one problem, who would get to spend time with you?  They made up a strict schedule to avoid any fighting. On Mondays you would spend your time with the harpy men, who greatly enjoyed tweeting and singing to you when they were not busy breeding with you.  On Tuesdays you were property of the dog men, who always left you smelly and covered in their musk and cum.  Wednesdays meant you belonged to the centaurs, they liked to run around with you riding them while wrapping your little human arms around their muscular torsos, and they also adored using you as a cock sleeve, bulging your tummy out as they bred you.  Thursdays you belonged to the felines. They were normally bottoms for the dog men, but they still greatly enjoyed using you as a cumdump. When they finished mating with their beloved human they became the cuddliest of all the hybrids, purring and nuzzling and sleeping all snuggled up with you.  Fridays you were with the three bull men, which meant that you spent damn near the entire day being used as a cock warmer that was swapped between three equally well hung dicks. When they weren't having you sit on them, and oftentimes while they were, they were grooming and licking you, feeding you, and in general babying their sweet owner.  Saturdays and Sundays you were allowed to rest, and you needed it. But you never had anywhere near enough energy to even attempt an escape, and even if you did the dogs would just sniff you out. So you had had to accept your imprisonment at the hands of the monster men you supposedly owned.  

[girlrotterr]

Trails of Sweetness.

farm!ellie x fem!reader Summary: ellie's a worker at your family's peach farm. a/n: another fic for you angels!! tysm for the support on my last fic!!

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You awoke at 8:00, stretching tiredly in bed before drawing back the curtains. The early morning sun filled your room with a warm glow, inviting the essence of summer. The peach trees stood tall and elegant, their leaves dancing in the summer breeze. Opening the window, the fresh air surrounded you, the sun illuminating the meadow. A view of vibrant oranges and reds painted the sky.

The field surrounding the farm with life—blooming flowers, buzzing bees, and the cheerful chirping of birds. The morning wind, so gentle on your skin. 

With a final glimpse out the window, you began your routine.

The sink's tap gushed water as you brushed your teeth, taking a moment to run a brush through your hair, gently working out the knots from last night's rest. Finally, completing your routine by making your bed, the soft cotton sheets and pillowcases soothed beneath your fingertips.

Now, in your usual peach-picking outfit—denim overalls paired with a delicate lace tank top, hair tied back with a red ribbon—you slipped into your rusty dark brown boots. 

Breakfast can wait; I need to head out there!

You headed downstairs with your basket in hand, swung open the front door, and…

There it was – the breathtaking meadow. The view never failed to amaze you. With a skip in your step, you headed towards the peach trees, eager to begin the day's harvest.

You began approaching the first tree heavy with peaches, the rosy, plump fruits dangling like ornaments, ready to be picked.

“Hello sweeties!" you exclaimed excitedly, reaching to pick them.

Snatch!

Suddenly, the peach was ripped off by an arm behind you.

"What—" You quickly turned around, wanting to know who had robbed your peach.

andd..of fucking course.

"It's ripe," Ellie said, bouncing the peach in her hand.

"No, really?" you said sarcastically, looking at her with pure annoyance.

Ellie smirked at you before taking a bite out of the peach. Her teeth sank into the juicy fruit, a burst of sweetness exploding in her mouth. Peach juices squelched and dribbled down her chin, glistening in the sunlight like liquid gold. A run of juice trailed down her fingers, leaving a sticky residue. The pure sweetness coated her lips.

"Yeah, definitely ripe," she said, wiping her mouth while looking at you. 

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to feed into Ellie's remarks. "What are you even doing out here?"

"I figured you needed a taste tester," Ellie said while smiling cheekily, the peach in her hand glistening.

Ellie had become part of the farm last summer, when your family needed extra hands. She effortlessly adapted, and it irked you how perfect she was. Harvesting a week's worth of peaches in just three days.

Since she joined, you found yourself distracted. The fields and peach trees, once the entire focus of your attention, now had competition with the disruption that was Ellie.

Her demeanor and mischievous smiles...

god..you couldn’t resist it. 

A part of you craved that distraction.

"I can decide that on my own," you said, taking the peach from Ellie's hand.

Squelch!

The sound of teeth sinking into a ripe peach.

Biting into the area she had bitten, the sweet juices burst into your mouth, flowing down your chin and onto your collarbones. The warmth of the sun beamed down onto you, the sticky sweetness running down onto your chest, almost staining your tank top.

"Fuck… you're messier than me," Ellie said, her eyes fixed on the trails of juices along your skin. They slid down perfectly.

Ellie reached her hand out, gathering the sticky sweetness alongside her fingertips. She slid her fingers along your skin, tracing your chin and collarbones. The warmth of her touch left a new trail, a trail of heat. Slowly she brought her fingers to her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes. 

Her tongue darted out, delicately licking the peach juices off her fingers. She was doing this on purpose, she wanted to tease you.

"Mmm..." A smirk played on Ellie's lips as she licked her fingers clean.

You looked at Ellie in embarrassment, completely flushed.

"You're a real sicko," you said, grabbing Ellie's hand and placing the bitten peach into her hands once again.

Ellie smirked. "aw, don't be mean." She looked at you, a stare so irresistible. “I helped you clean up.”

“hm…you missed a spot,” you said, gathering the trail of peach juices along your chest. Bringing your finger to Ellie's lip, rubbing the peach juices along them. Her lips were now covered in a glossy sweetness

Ellie's eyes widened, your sudden touch sending shivers down her spine. Your fingers moved achingly slow as they traced her soft pink lips, the warmth of your touch leaving her entranced. Fuck, she thought to herself, her gaze fixed on you. A part of her had imagined this scenario before, but instead of peach juices, it was your own juices spread across her lips.

“You're terrible at helping,” you said cheekily, turning your back away from her. Beginning to pick peaches, your original focus. 

Your sudden remark made Ellie snap out of her trance. She bit her lip, fucking needing you; craving to have you bury your cunt against her face, squeezing your thighs against her head, suffocating her in ecstasy. Ellie gave you a soft chuckle, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

She turned around, walking away, feeling the peach in her hand—the softness of it and the sweetness running down her wrists. The texture of the peach was warm against her skin, the sticky juices tracing down her fingers.

She began walking a little quicker now, her steps becoming heavier, her grip tightening on the peach. The fruit was wet and warm against her palm. The juices, still fresh and sweet.

Fuck, fuck, fuck... Ellie's mind raced as she practically sprinted towards the tool shed—urgency in her steps. With a swift motion, she banged the door open, slamming it closed behind her, leaning against the wooden wall. In desperation, she unbuckled her belt, swiftly loosening it. Shoving her hand down her boxers, feeling her wet cunt along her warm fingertips.

“Fuckk.., you made me soo fucking wet…” she mumbled to herself, slowly gliding her fingers against her slit. Her wetness coated her fingers while gripping the peach firmly, it squelching in her hands.

She brought the peach up to her mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick the area where you had bitten. Circling her puffy clit, huffs escaped her lips, moaning heavily against it. The sweetness of the peach's juices coated her tongue as she ran it up and down the fruit, pretending it was your sweet cunt.

“Nghhh..wanna eat..it..soo bad..” Her hips began bucking against her fingers, her pace quickening. She threw her head back, hitting the shed’s wooden wall with a harsh thud. “Mmm! Fuckkk!…” 

Ellie's fingers pressed into the peach’s soft flesh, the once smooth surface becoming tainted with bruises and tears. With each squeeze, the peach's delicate skin burst, releasing sticky juices that dripped down Ellie's hand and onto the shed floor. The peach, once a symbol of sweetness, now lay in Ellie's hand as something grotesque. 

“You’re- ngh.. a fucking tease..” Ellie shut her eyes closed, simply picturing your pretty pussy against her mouth. “t-touching my fucking..lips–”

Click!

A rush of panic ran through Ellie as she heard the doorknob turn. "Shit." Her heart pounded in her chest, and with a sudden urgency, she tried to fix her clothes. But the door was already halfway open by the time she reached for her belt.

You walked into the shed, focused on finding a stool for reaching higher peaches. However, your attention completely shifted as you laid eyes on Ellie. She stood before you, her auburn hair disheveled and clinging to her flushed face. Her right arm and mouth glistened with peach juices. Her belt hung loosened, revealing her boxers. Both your widened eyes met. 

Ellie's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. She was fucking caught.

The tension in the air was thick, silence filled the shed, the only sound being Ellie's shaky breathing.

You slowly closed the shed door, leaning against the shed door, a playful grin forming on your lips. “holy..shit.” 

Ellie stood frozen, her wide eyes remained fixed on you, not a muscle in her body moving.

“Ellie, what-” 

"I was just— I was looking for—...fuck." Ellie muttered, frustration in her voice. She threw her head back against the wooden wall, closing her eyes and scrunching her nose in defeat. She couldn’t get out of this.

You stepped closer to Ellie, taking in the view. Her veiny hand tightly gripping the disfigured peach, her happy trail completely exposed, her freckled face completely flushed. She’s a complete mess.  

"You really are a fucking sicko," you said with a teasing grin. 

Ellie shook her head, still avoiding eye contact. "If you hadn't walked in—"

You interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pushing the peach close to her face. "You would've fucked this."

Ellie scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm not that fucking gross."

With a grin, you pushed the peach even closer to her mouth, the juices now trailing down your hand. "You're gross enough to cum to it,” you teased.

Annoyance grew in Ellie's eyes as she finally looked at you. A mixture of irritation and frustration in her expression. Irritated that you had walked in, annoyed that you now held this over her. Frustrated that you had witnessed her this deranged.

You let go of her wrist, wiping your wet hand along her white tank top, slightly dampening it. Your palm slowly brushing against her nipples, causing Ellie to flinch slightly. Looking down at Ellie's other hand, you notice her slightly pruned index finger. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to laugh at her eagerness.

“I’ll let you get back to it.” You say tauntingly, giving Ellie a smirk before turning away to open the shed door. Suddenly, feeling a tight grip on your hip, the force swaying you to turn around. 

Ellie's hand tightened its grip on your hip bone, pulling you intensely close to her body. Her loosened belt now grazed your lower stomach, the coolness of it sent shivers down your spine.

"Don't fucking say anything to anyone," she threatened, her husky voice against your lips. Your eyes met Ellie's, her gaze piercing through you. 

fuckk..

Her gaze only fueled you to taunt her further. The way her stare pierced into yours with intensity sent a thrill down your body, knowing that your actions were affecting her in ways she couldn't hide.

"Scared that people will know how pathetic you are?" you teased, earning a forceful pull from Ellie, your body bumping against hers. Now, your lips were mere centimeters away, her intense stare locking onto yours.

"I'm serious...please," she pleaded, her grip loosening as desperation filled her eyes. She was completely vulnerable, her dominance crumbling before your eyes.

“hm...” your voice was low as you slid your hands along Ellie's body. Tracing the curve of her abdomen up to her neck, Her skin felt incredibly hot under your touch. 

"I could always tell a different story…” you suggested, looking up at Ellie. Bringing your lips closer to Ellie's ear, you lightly brushed against her skin. The intense heat between your bodies filled the shed, leaving no room for anything else. 

“If we make one.”