Wanted to replay this game and marry someone else but ROCK my beloved , it's gonna be YOU again
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Fact and Friction: Prologue
Pony couldn’t see into the casket. After last night’s viewing, she was immensely thankful for this. She fidgeted in her seat, trying to ignore the sobs around her. She couldn’t understand how they could shed tears for someone they knew so briefly. The people of the town were too kind. They had welcomed them a little over a year ago. The mayor called Pony quickly when her mother’s health dipped, allowing her time to be at her mother’s side before she passed. Pony had moved months ago to the city, craving freedom from her mother’s watchful eye. Now, Pony felt lost. Her mother had been the only constant as they drifted from one place to another. What was she supposed to do now?
She fought down her protests as the coffin snapped shut, forever sealing her mother. Pony numbly followed the procession to the cart, where she climbed in alongside the driver as her mother was loaded in, and they rumbled out of town. The graveyard wasn’t far from the last buildings that composed the place. It wasn’t until her mother rested six feet beneath the soil and the last parting, awkward shoulder pat of townspeople that she finally broke down. Sobs wracked her body as she fought a losing battle with her long hair sticking to her face.
“Had to be done,” a deep voice whispered, a hand touching her shoulder.
“No, it didn’t,” she hissed, standing to face the king.
Pony glared up at the towering Harvest King of Castanet. Behind the fiery god, the Harvest Goddess hesitated. Her face said she and the sprites around her feet wanted to avoid conflict. The sight of these otherwordly beings fueled Pony’s fury. It was their fault at the end of the day that her mother was gone, especially his.
“Remember the bigger picture,” the god warned.
“I’ll remember this very well.”
Pony stalked from the group back to the small cottage she had shared with her mother before moving to the city. Clothes and belongings were angrily and carelessly shoved into her bag. Her movements stopped as the shattering of glass caught her attention. Dropping the shirt she had yanked from the dresser, Pony knelt to remove the picture from the frame’s remains gingerly. It was the only photo of her with her mother and father. It was taken when she was too young to remember at her father’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley. As a child, she loved the picture and the stories her mother told her of her father and his friend.
By the age of ten, Pony abandoned any hopes of meeting her father or seeing the valley. Their constant moving kept them from receiving letters with any ease. Letters were bound in a ceaseless cycle of being forwarded or lost. Pony learned at six that phones were not an option. If there was phone access where they settled, Forget-Me-Not Valley only had a phone at the inn. After getting the same giggling kid three times, Pony gave up there as well. The feelings around this fueled her resentment of her mother for years following. She knew it wasn’t her mother’s fault, but it didn’t lessen the sting.
Pony stood and hesitated only a moment before sliding the top drawer open. Within lay her mother’s collection of letters. She gathered the stack, carrying the papers over to her bed. Her hand trembled momentarily before losing the twine and spilling the letters across the bedspread. Pony shifted past the ones yellowed with age. She didn’t want to read love letters or things written to her as a child. It needed to be recent. If her father still wanted her, Pony could muster the courage to meet the man. The name Takakura caught her eye. She grabbed the envelope and pulled out the letter to read, wondering why her father’s friend would be the one to write.
The bed creaked as she collapsed on it. The letters from her father sat crumped and forgotten beneath her. She had lost her father months ago and never knew. A flash of anger sparked for her mother before drowning in her sorrow. Her mom had held this information, questioning each day how to address the death of someone her daughter never knew. Someone her mother loved dearly and mourned the death of alone. Pony woke in the morning with a sore throat surrounded by papers. Sniffing back more tears, she grabbed a clean sheet and pen to write Takakura that she would come to Forget-Me-Not Valley.
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got a bunch of doodles
very canonical event
i was recording alternative reverse proposals in anwl(2 out of 3 of them suck lol) and pony was hungry during one of these cutscenes, so i made art based on that
early marlin designs
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🐮Life In The Valley🐴
This was my piece for the @lifeinthevalley zine all revolving around Harvest Moon! It was such a lovely experience and I loved seeing and reading everyone's entries. Plus the mods did a great job of putting it all together. It's a free downloadable zine, link at the bottom!
🐮Life In The Valley🐴
Este fue mi ilustración para el @lifeinthevalley revista que tiene la tema de Harvest Moon! Fue una experiencia muy linda y me encantó ver y leer todas las entradas del grupo. También los mods hicieron un buen trabajo en organizar todo. Es una revista gratis para bajar:
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Turning her head, she saw Pony’s eyes focusing on her and a soft smile gracing her features. In that moment, she knew she was in love with this girl, and she wouldn’t trade what they had for anything else.
my piece for the bokumono reverse big bang 2023.
read @sketch-witch's accompanying fic here.
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