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yazziescribbles · 1 month

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I have to draw Gustafa every now and then

#story of seasons a wonderful life #sos awl #story of seasons #harvest moon a wonderful life #harvest moon #bokumono #hm awl #hm ds #hm ds cute #hm Gustafa #sos Gustafa #my art #fan art #digital art #video games

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princefleabitten · 10 months

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This lives rent-free in my head.

I don’t believe he has hair in his story of seasons version either

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yazilla · 2 years

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Look at him go!!!

#harvest moon #story of seasons #bokujou monogatari #harvest moon a wonderful life #story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon another wonderful life #hm gustafa #hm awl #hm anwl #sos awl #video games #gamecube #Nintendo

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theforgottenvalley · 1 year

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Walked into Cody's house to find him and Gustafa hanging out

"Hey friend! Did you come to play too?"

"Cody's work is interesting, huh. I can feel strength but...I also feel kindness."

#story of seasons #harvest moon #sos awl #story of seasons a wonderful life #牧場物語 #a wonderful life #harvest moon a wonderful life #harvest moon awl #hm awl #hm gustafa #hm cody

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awlimagines · 10 months

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A Year in Forget-Me-Not Valley

Chapter One

Alchemy is an ancient science. Rich with history and lofty goals, such as creating gold or everlasting life with the Philosopher’s Stone. She hated the name Alchemy the older she became. Alchemy knew her parent's dreams were bound to the unfortunate moniker. Her parents had amassed a fortune and expected their children to accomplish at the least same but would prefer better.

Argon, her older brother, had already lived up to his name. He graduated from law school less than two years ago and was already one of the most sought-after lawyers in the City. Argon’s firm would handle almost any case in some capacity but avoided pro-bono work unless there would be a massive payoff afterward. Argon towered over the City's social life, brushing shoulders regularly with all the other elites like lifelong friends.

Then there was Al. She struggled through courses but managed to keep high grades. Despite your perfect scores, your parents would constantly compare you to Argon. He had amazing marks and participated in several after-school activities. They expected better from her in college. Alchemy enrolled in the parent-approved pre-med courses. It seemed the best of her options; at least she could help people. Al’s heart wasn’t fully into the courseload, but she figured she would find it along the way.

Alchemy did find what she wished to do in life. She hesitantly joined a writing club sharing some of the poems and stories written over the years. Al originally used them as a break from school and to fiddle with building worlds from the scientific texts she studied. The group was supportive. Alchemy felt terrible when she had to tell the English professor she had no interest in changing majors. Alchemy usually tried not to lie, not because she aimed to be virtuous but because she knew how terrible she was at it. The look on the professor’s face said they recognized the lie, but they didn’t press for more information.

A year later, in mid-Spring, Alchemy failed her first classes in pre-med. She couldn’t keep up with the rapid coursework and clinical rotations. Alchemy stood there crying hysterically after the failed check-off. The years of smothered anxiety from struggling to meet expectations breaking through. Her stress and the thought of telling her parents she was a failure created a sharp stabbing in her chest and sucked away her breathing ability. Once stabilized, Al’s instructors refused to let her leave without someone. She endured a silent car ride with Argon (who was mad to have been called from a party for this) and exited into a screaming match between her parents.

“We shouldn’t send her there! He has no accomplishments to speak of! What would she learn?!” her mother fumed.

“She’ll learn how hard life will be for her if she doesn’t change. I’m cutting off our money. She can move there until the next school year. The hard work and limited resources will teach Alchemy why we want better for her.”

“W-where am I going?” she carefully interjected.

“Forget-Me-Not Valley to stay with your cousin Daryl,” her father sharply said. She remembered Daryl was a lot of fun when they were kids before he went to college. He was kicked out for some sort of argument with his professors and then sent from home by his angry parents. She hadn’t seen him in years, and the family had disregarded him as a failure. Alchemy could feel how serious they were; this was her last chance from her parents to meet their expectations or be disowned alongside her cousin.

She arrived in the valley by the next afternoon; her parents wasted no time in arrangements. They said Daryl had agreed without issue once contacted but muttered about him being too proud to accept payment for the trouble. Alchemy gripped the straps of her backpack, breathing in the fresh air and observing the sweeping fields at the mountain’s base. It looked empty compared to the City. She had never left the City’s cramped streets and felt vulnerable in the open like this. The sound of suitcases thunking to the ground startled Al into a small jump.

“Yeah, this is it. I’m out,” Argon curled his lip at the sight before him. “Best of luck; I hope you see what’s important while you’re here.”

“Y-you’re not going to help me find Daryl’s?”

“Are you saying that you can’t find a lab on your own in a place this small?” he asked, waving his hand toward the tiny town.

“No, I mean- I can. Thank you for helping me this far,” Al meekly responded as she bent over to gather her bags.

“I hope you find motivation; I worry about you.”

Alchemy straightened up to watch her brother’s form headed back up the mountain. She inhaled a breath, steeled her nerves, and turned to face the town. She accomplished dragging her bags past the little bridge before taking a breath. Why didn’t Argon tell her how heavy the books shoved into one was? Al didn’t see the lab from this vantage point either. A large building and trees obscured her vision of what lay beyond.

“Hey!” a friendly voice greeted shifted her gaze toward a path to her left. A man she could only guess might be between Argon and Daryl’s age was approaching her. He wore the same clothes as the people her parents would frown at and mutter about in the City. The carefree hippies lived off of others and would lead her down a path of sin. Al couldn’t decide if fear or something else had her heart pounding at his smile. She watched an eyebrow lift from behind his purple shades and his smile slip into a worried frown.

“Sorry! Sorry, I um- I wasn’t listening,” she mumbled, looking away from the man.

“Heh, no worries! I’m sure you’re tired from lugging all that around. I was just checking if you needed help,” his smile slipping back into place. “I think the Inn’s rooms are full. Was there someone you were looking for?”

“Daryl! He’s an environmental scientist and my cousin,” she mumbled. Al could feel her face flushing. Why did she feel the need to say he was her cousin? This guy was just being nice.

“Ah yeah, the scientist guy. His lab isn’t hard to miss, but the scenery hides it at this time of year. D’you want some help getting there? I can carry one of your bags for you.”

“Please don’t trouble yourself! I can-”

“Not any trouble at all, I offered. ‘Sides, my mom always said I should help a damsel in distress,” he casually interrupted, grabbing a suitcase handle. He glanced up, letting you glimpse blue eyes behind the dark shades before he righted himself. “I think this way would be easier. It’s a bit longer than cutting behind the inn, but there’s a pathway.”

She followed behind the man’s surprisingly long strides. Al felt terrible realizing he’d grabbed the case with her heavy books. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. It sounded like he was humming. She quickened her pace and leaned forward, trying to identify the tune. Alchemy was so focused that she almost missed him coming to a stop. She took a quick step back and raised her eyes from the gravel. Argon had been right. She would have easily found this place if she didn’t stop and trouble the man with the green hat.

“Thank you so much! Mr.- I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Just Gustafa is fine.”

“Oh, okay, thank you again, Gustafa. You can call me Al,” she forced a smile. There was no way she was sharing her full name with anyone here.

“I hope you enjoy your stay. The folks around here are nice; just holler if you need help. See ya later, Al-igator.”

Gustafa waved before wandering back towards the river. Alchemy paused to watch a moment before she turned to face Daryl’s lab. She said a quick prayer to any gods that might be listening as she knocked on the door. Hopefully, Daryl wasn’t too different from the older and cool cousin she loved as a kid.

#story of seasons #story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon #harvest moon a wonderful life #hm awl #sos awl #bokujou monogatari #gustafa #gustafa x oc #awl gustafa #hm gustafa #i learned i cannot do prolonged second person point of view #so reader character is named Alchemy #i don't plan on giving any details on their appearance #so please forgive my incompetency #also if you think of any other nicknames for Al let me know #i plan on emy as one in the next chapter

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juggalombre-art · 2 years

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A Great First Impression

"I could do better." Lajos joked. Quicker than he'd expected, the three men were quickly looking at him. "...I guess that's a challenge, isn't it?" "You're damn right it is." Gustafa grinned, "Lajos... right?" "That's me." "Swap with Carter." He smacked Carter's shoulder, who rolled his eyes as he got up and left the circle. "Griffin! Get us, uhh..." -- Chapter art for ~an upcoming scene~ in The Boys ✨

#harvest moon #harvest moon ds #harvest moon ds cute #hm griffin #hm marlin #hm gustafa

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kinokoshoujoart · 8 months

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LET’S GROOVE!

based on this official art of the awl girls! i wanted to see a version with my retro kings so i tried to draw ‘em in matsuyama’s old style

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pansy-picnics · 5 months

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my piece for @lulururuartcorner for the ranchstory secret santa!!! they mentioned gordy and lumina on their favorites list and i envisioned a scene of lumina playing christmas carols with the gordy/pony family doing the vocals :)