#farmer reina

[stinkiesdraws]

💅✨ No one will ever know.💅✨

#stardew valley #stardew valley alex #sdv fanart #sdv farmer #alex sdv #sdv alex #alex stardew valley #stardew alex #alex x farmer #stardew valley farmer #stardew farmer #farmer reina #stardew #stardew fanart #my art #stinkiesdraws #my artwork #original character #digital art #my ocs #original #artists on tumblr

[cindersapwolf]

(redraw) still thinking abt her...

#farmer reina #reina mendez #sdv farmer #sdv oc #stardew valley oc #art #stardew leah #sdv leah #sdv #comic #tuna salad

[gojostan-doodles]

She doesn't have any powers 🥹

From left to right, Reina, Nora, and Lyra belong to the amazing @stinkiesdraws (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

#they're such an unlikely group of friends i love them 😭😭💖 #stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #farmer reina #farmer nora #farmer lyra #farmer amari

[lhck999]

@stinkiesdraws 's farmers once again, because I'm forever grateful for the drawing she did of my girlies!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#sdv #sdv alex #sdv shane #stardew valley #oc x shane #oc x alex #farmer oc #farmer ocs #stardew oc #farmer reina #farmer lyra #farmer nora #Do i have to add the links to the shirts on somewhere?? #i found them on pinterest looking for couple outfit ideas #lhck999

[captainsquality]

been playing story of seasons: pioneers of olive town. have a doodlecomic.

bonus gloria and beth reaction(they saw everything):

#tobes draws #story of seasons #pioneers of olive town #sos reina #ari [sos oc] #too tired for the rundown of what my farmer is like so. no context for you. #zzzz

[inuyashaluver]

Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

—

you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

—

“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

—

when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

—

weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

—

one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

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on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

—

that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

—

when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx

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alexiaputellas: mi niña (my girl)

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[fatalemuse]

Hello!! I really love all your wonderful name help and their meanings!! Can I please ask for some feminine medieval names with meanings, please? Thank you so much!!

of course, love! i appreciate the request. below the cut are 45 feminine medieval names. i've included their meanings as requested along with the geographic areas they were popular in. this was really fun to research! let me know if you need more.

abelina ( france ) - fem. of abbo, meaning father. abigail ( england ) - her father's joy adela ( england, france, italy ) - noble, nobility basile ( england, france ) - fem. of basil, meaning king belladonna ( italy ) - beautiful, charming,pleasant calomaria ( italy ) - beautiful carissima ( italy ) - most dear, beloved; costly, precious, valued castellana ( france, Italy, spain ) - of or pertaining to a castle, castellan cyrila ( switzerland ) - fem. of cyril, meaning lordly. delicate ( italy ) - luxurious,sumptuous; polite,elegant; delicate, dainty, pretty electa ( france ) - fem. of electo, meaning elected, chosen, selected elia ( engalnd, france ) - fem. of elias, meaning yahweh is god emmeline ( england, france ) - vigor, bravery feliciana ( italy ) - fem. of felician, meaning more happy; more blessed, lucky, fortunate; more fertile gilia ( england, france, ireland, italy, scotland ) - fem. of gilo, meaning merry, excited; beautiful; lush, lustful inga ( sweden ) - of uncertain origin but perhaps identical with the god name ing or yngvi, also of uncertain origin iva ( brabant, england, france ) - fem. of ivo which is of unknown origin leona ( italy, switzerland ) - lion loveday ( england ) - the meaning is in the name itself, loved day luciana ( england, france ) - fem. of lucius, meaning light marcella ( italy ) - fem. of marcel, meaning belonging to mars, young warrior maxima ( france ) - greatest, largest; chief mira ( italy ) - wonderful, strange, remarkable, amazing naomi ( france ) - my pleasantness novella ( italy ) - young, tender olivera ( france, scotland ) - fem. of oliver, meaning olive or olive tree otta ( czech republic, england, france, germany, italy, switzerland ) - wealth, riches pacific ( italy ) - peaceful paradisa ( italy ) - paradise petita ( france ) - small reina ( france ) - counsel, might rosceline ( france ) - fame sabine ( england, france, hungary, italy ) - woman of the sabine people sapphira ( england ) - precious stone, gem sigga ( france, italy ) - victory or dagger theodelinda ( france, germany, the netherlands ) - gentle, sweet, mild thora ( sweden ) - fem. of thor, the name of the god of thunder valeriana ( france ) - fem. of valerian,meaning strong and healthy ventura ( italy ) - fortune villana ( france ) - rural, farmer winifred ( england ) - holy, blessed reconciliation, or joy and peace yael ( spain ) - listed as a unisex name meaning mountain goat yolanda ( france, hungary, italy, spain ) - violet, flower zenobia ( italy ) - fem. of zenobius, a given name derived from ancient greek zeus zoete ( england, germany ) - sweet

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[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: Bruno spent a little more time than was strictly necessary making a comfy spot for Reina and himself, something he knew he was going to be teased about later. But gosh darn it, he had a hard week. He wanted to be comfy next to his… friend, and enjoy the company of his sisters and their boyfriends (or almost boyfriends in Félix’s case).

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Chapter 17 Letting Off Steam

Leandra sighed, staring into space while Bruno silently read beside her. It had been a long week. For everybody.

Cicero was getting handsy with her, and every time she saw him it felt like a sick game of tag where the penalty for losing was getting slobbered on by your least favorite person. She’d been able to avoid going anywhere private with him, so he hadn’t been too obnoxious, but even just the occasional pecks on the lips were too much for her taste.

On Monday, Bruno had given a farmer a vision that was supposed to be about crop wield, but ended up being a warning of an oncoming flash flood. Pepa had spent the rest of Monday and the first half of Tuesday trying to stave off the rain until the village was prepared, but the rain had just gathered at the mountain tops beyond her range of control. Instead of holding Tuesday market every spare hand was put to work opening the irrigation system up to absorb most of the excess water, and cleaning out the drains in the village streets, with Julieta standing by to heal any injuries incurred in the rush. When the flood hit, the village was thankfully prepared and Wednesday was spent at an impromptu party in Casita while everybody waited for the water to drain from the main road.

Leandra had done her best to help Bruno, Julieta, and Pepa as they in turn helped their mother host the unexpected event. She was vaguely aware that Agustín and Félix were also running around helping, but hadn’t had the spare time to see for herself, as she and Julieta had spent the entire time cooking.

Thursday morning was spent cleaning up the residual mud and debris left by the flood, then the market was opened and everybody rushed to pick up the groceries they hadn’t been able to buy before. Bruno hadn’t been able to join her at the stall since every farmer, gardener, and casual flower fan wanted to know how their plants would be affected by the flood.

The rush of customers had carried over into Friday morning, which was a mixed blessing as it meant Cicero only got snatches of conversation out of her before Bruno arrived, tired and grumpy and looking like he might kill Cicero just to make the world a slightly quieter place.

Exhausted as he was, Bruno hadn’t been able to muster up the embarrassment needed to prevent him from parking his chair close to hers, leaning his head on her shoulder and dozing through the late morning and early afternoon.

She had enjoyed the closeness, and especially the hope it gave her. When they both had more energy, she would try some light flirting and see how he responded.

Leandra was prepared to back off if he truly seemed uncomfortable with her flirting, but she was 80% sure he’d only rebuffed her in a misguided attempt at being loyal to Pepa.

Now, he was slumped in his chair, still leaning on her a little, reading his book. Well, she was pretty sure he was reading. His eyes were open and pointed at it, but he hadn’t turned a page in several minutes.

She sighed again.

“Tell me about it,” he muttered, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “ugh.”

“Ugh indeed,” she murmured, then yawned.

“Before I forget, Juli wants me to invite you to a picnic tomorrow,” Bruno closed the book and sat up straight to stretch. She winced sympathetically when his back popped in at least two different places.

“Picnic,” she also stretched, then pressed her arm against his to see if he would lean on her some more, “sounds great.”

“I said we should invite you guys over for a fun-filled afternoon of napping instead,” Bruno scratched at his chin, lazily, “but Pepa wants to play… a game. Of some sort. I forget. Whatever.”

“Picnic, game, nap,” she slowly leaned on him, “wonderful.”

“Ugh,” he said again, and when she leaned her head on his shoulder he wasted no time leaning his cheek on her.

“Very ugh.”

She wouldn’t mind going over to Casita and taking a nap in Bruno’s tent. That big pile of cushions he had was incredibly comfortable, throw in a blanket or two, maybe some light cuddling. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her Saturday.

“At noon,” Bruno said, after they had been sitting in silence for ten minutes, “should have mentioned that.”

“Hmmm right,” she blinked lazily at the equally tired passerby, “where?”

“Um. The pools… what are they called…?” he waved a vague hand out in front of him.

“Starlit or Mirror?”

“Oh, right, Mirror Pools.”

“Mm-hm, Mirror Pools, noon, tomorrow.”

“Sí.”

Her eyelids were getting heavy. With a sigh she sat up straight and lightly patted her cheeks in an attempt to rid herself of her sleepiness. Bruno groaned at his new found lack of pillow and simply slumped over so he was draped across her lap. It didn’t look very comfortable, especially since his arms and head were dangling over the edge of her legs. Not to mention his hip was still resting in his chair and he was twisted at an odd angle so his chest lay on her thighs.

“You alright?”

“So. Many. Visions.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” she began rubbing his back.

“It’s not like-! Every single one was the same, so I mean, th-they weren’t hard or anything, because they were the same, all of them,” Bruno groused, dangling arms gesturing sharply, “and I told people that, it would get to their turn and I’d be like ‘some crops will need to be harvested later than we thought, but everything will be fine’ a-and then they’d be like ‘but what about my crops’ and of course I can’t be like ‘what did I just say?!’ I have to be all like ‘I did not see any food shortages so it's safe to say they’ll be fine’ and then they’re always like ‘can you check anyways’ and I want to say ‘aren’t you a farmer, don’t you know what your plants look like when they’re in trouble’ but I have to say ‘oh sure, absolutely, gosh what was I thinking, I would love to use my unworldly and very draining powers to watch your plants grow’. Ugh!”

Leandra frowned sympathetically and continued to rub his back, “That sounds very frustrating.”

“Oh, it is,” he grumbled, arms going limp again.

He lay across her lap until his spine started complaining then reluctantly sat up. Bruno wondered if he could convince Reina to come back to his place for that aforementioned fun-filled nap time. Did that sound like a come on? That definitely sounded like a come on.

But could anyone blame him if he missed nap time? Oh, to be young again.

After a bit of thinking, Bruno had decided that at least a part of what made the past week so difficult was that he didn’t get to spend any time with people he actually liked. Not that there was anything wrong with the assorted farmers of Encanto, but they never laughed at his jokes.

They never even seemed to realize he made jokes.

He missed the days when a storm would come and he would curl up under a blanket with his sisters and listen to the rain fall. Now it was all vision, vision, vision. And what’s that?! More visions!

Truly the greatest tragedy of their age.

“Should I bring anything?” Leandra asked suddenly, then when Bruno just stared at her in confusion tacked on, “To the picnic.”

“Oh, uh, drinks? A-and cups,” Bruno answered.

She nodded, “Picnic, noon, Mirror Pools, drinks and cups. Bien.”

They settled back into exhausted silence.

Leandra groaned and grumbled when the market started closing down and she was forced to stand and pack up. After a moment’s hesitation, Bruno got up to help.

“Gracias gaupo- I mean, Bruno,” she murmured as he handed her the sample cheese to pack into the insulated crate. After sitting out half the day, it wouldn’t be good to sell on Tuesday, but she could throw it in some arepas for Sunday’s lunch.

He bit his lip to keep from asking her to call him “guapo” again.

Leandra took note of his lack of response and spent the rest of the day debating what it meant. Did it mean he didn’t mind the pet name? Or maybe he did mind but didn’t have the energy to make a stink?

If she was any less tired the question would have kept her awake that night, but as it was, she went to bed early, and woke up late. She had dreamed, she knew she had, but all she remembered was sitting naked in the pool in Bruno’s cave, asking a rat what he wanted to be called.

Bruno’s dreams were a bit more vivid, featuring Reina napping in his bed, waiting for him, while he was forced to watch moss grow. He grumbled about it to Julieta as he helped her prepare the picnic food, (except, he left out the Reina bit). She patted him on the back.

“Maybe you can take a nap while Pepa plays whatever game Félix was going on about,” she suggested.

“Oh, the game was Félix’s idea, that makes sense,” he nodded to himself, then frowned at his sister, “a-and it’s not that I’m even all that tired now. Really, I feel great, it-it’s just… the principle of the matter. I can’t even get some sleep while I’m sleeping.”

Julieta had fondly rolled her eyes at his complaining, then sent him to find a wagon to carry everything.

They packed up a blanket and some cushions from his tent, as well as the food, then set out. Naturally, Agustín was waiting for them right outside the door, a bag full of pastries under one arm.

They ran into Félix, who was carrying a bag full of hackysacks and two boards with a big hole cut in each, on their way through town. Leandra met them on the path to the pools, carrying a basket full of dishware, some cups and three thermoses.

“Coffee, lemonade, and tea, respectively,” she told Bruno when he asked.

The pools were still a lot more full than usual, but they had no problem finding some dry rock between one pool and another to set up on. 

Bruno spent a little more time than was strictly necessary making a comfy spot for Reina and himself, something he knew he was going to be teased about later. But gosh darn it, he had a hard week. He wanted to be comfy next to his… friend, and enjoy the company of his sisters and their boyfriends (or almost boyfriends in Félix’s case).

“Gracias,” Leandra said, as she handed him the plate full of food she’d prepared for him. He took it, and hers as well, as she lowered herself to the cushions he’d carefully arranged.

“Don’t mention it,” he handed her, her plate back, “I have spent way too much time on my feet this week to not be comfy.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Julieta grumbled, she was in Agustín’s lap, slumped against him as he poured some coffee for the both of them.

“Do you know how hard it is to hold back rain when your feet hurt so much you want to cry up a hurricane,” Pepa snapped, apparently lecturing the sky for giving her so much trouble.

“How would we possibly know that?” Julieta asked dryly, Pepa opened her mouth to retort, but Bruno cut her off. 

“Good thing Félix was able to keep you company,” Bruno said, hiding his grin behind his own cup.

She sent him a glare as her cheeks colored, then turned to Leandra, “Hm yes, but it’s a pity you couldn’t come soothe Bruno’s headache for him.”

Bruno blushed, glancing at Reina who was exchanging grins with Félix. It almost looked like they were about to shake hands, or pat each other on the back. He was about to ask her what that was about but didn’t get the chance.

“I only wish I could have been there to help you,” Agustín told Julieta in a voice that probably wasn’t meant to be heard by the entire group.

“From what I heard, you helped plenty,” Leandra said, “or was that someone else Felípe helped off the roof of Casita?”

“It better not have been,” Agustín joked.

“Dearest,” Julieta asked patiently, “what were you doing on the roof?”

“Your Mamá almost caught me when I was sneaking out,” he explained with a sheepish grin, “then I got stuck.”

“For three hours,” Félix supplied.

“Eh, could have been worse,” Agustín shrugged, “didn’t get caught.”

Julieta shook her head and smiled fondly, “The things you go through for me.”

“Worth it, all of it,” he reassured her.

The couple kissed and there was a chorus of ew’s and one “Get a room.” Julieta responded by kissing her boyfriend harder.

They happily stuffed their faces for a little while, before Félix asked, “Did any of you have to deal with Señor Florence?”

Four loud groans almost drowned out Agustín asking, “No, why?”

“He was the farmer whose vision started all this,” Bruno said.

“Which apparently, in his mind at least, means he’s in charge of the whole operation,” Pepa rolled her eyes while Félix patted her back, “he spent the whole time trying to tell people what to do instead of actually, oh I don’t know, helping?!”

“I’m impressed you didn’t hit him with lightning,” Félix grinned wryly at her, “I wanted to and I don’t even have magic weather powers.”

“Oh believe me, the thought of zapping him was key in keeping the sun shining,” she sniffed “I can’t believe he actually tried to tell me how to control the weather! As if he would know!”

“He kept checking on my line of people and trying to decide who did and didn’t need healing,” Julieta complained, she stuffed a forkful of food into her mouth and chewed on it angrily for a little, then said, “which of course just held up the line. And made everybody irritable by the time they got to me. I tried telling him to leave my patients alone but he just huffed something about layabouts taking advantage of me or something.”

“I had to help my Pá get the goats inside before I could come help, right? So I do, then I come down to see what work was needed, and the minute I reach town he’s lecturing me about lazing around when there’s work to be done,” Leandra made a noise of disgust, “so then I was like, ‘why are you standing around lecturing people when you could be doing something useful’ and he started going on about how he’s trying to keep things organized.”

“Tell me this story ends with you punching him,” Pepa interjected and Leandra chuckled wryly.

“No, sorry, I just pointed out that if he was actually in charge of organizing things, he would know that the village’s herdsmen had to get their livestock to safety before helping.”

“What did he say to that?”

“Something about being busy and having a lot of moving parts to take care of, he was walking away while he said it,” she shrugged, then turned to Bruno, “what’s your horror story?”

“Oh, I uh I was helping Mamá, you know, the person who was actually in charge of organizing everything,” Bruno said, “really he annoyed her more than me. She was trying to make sure the farms that were going to get hit the hardest got the most help, and he kept stopping in to ‘give advice’. Except- I mean, the advice he was giving? It was things that Mamá was already doing.”

There were various noises of disgust and second hand outrage.

“Yeah, I… I really thought I was going to have to help Mamá hide his body,” Bruno shook his head, chuckling ruefully, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen her that close to snapping.”

“I bet I can,” Agustín piped up, and both Julieta and Pepa broke out into giggles.

“I sense a story?” Félix leaned over and grabbed a pastry from the bag Agustín had set in the middle of the blanket.

“Alright, so, in case you don’t know, Señora Madrigal is… well, it’s not that she doesn’t like me, it’s just-.”

“I don’t know what Mamá’s problem is,” Julieta cut him off, sighing loudly, “you treat me well, we’re happy together, you come from a perfectly good family. What more could a mother ask for?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the accident thing,” Pepa said, in the tone of somebody who had shared this opinion many times before, “Mamá is convinced that you’re just using our sweet, innocent Julieta to support your addiction to falling flat on your face.”

“Well, it is my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world,” Agustín replied dryly, before continuing, “so it was perhaps a year into our relationship, sí?”

“Sí.”

“Mamá was beginning to lose hope that Juli would come to her senses and dump him,” Pepa cut in.

Julieta cried, “I have come to my senses! Being with a man who treats me well is a very sensible thing to do.”

“You know what would be more sensible…?” Pepa exchanged a sly glance with Bruno while Julieta tried to shush the both of them.

“What about that nice Alejandro boy?” Pepa and Bruno said together, in what was clearly an impression of their mother, “He’s such a sturdy young man.”

“Uuuuuugh,” Julieta groaned loudly, “he’s fine, Alejandro is fine, but I don’t love Alejandro, I love Agustín. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to say that before she accepts it.”

“Better say it once a day for the rest of your life,” Agustín suggested, then gave a little shrug, “just to be safe.”

Julieta and Agustín got sidetracked in each other’s eyes, so Pepa picked up the story, “So! Agustín and Julieta have been together for a year and Juli invites Agustín over for dinner. And it’s incredibly obvious that there’s more going on here than just dinner, she’s making all of Mamá’s favorites-.”

“Oh! This story,” Bruno suddenly interjected, then blushed when everyone looked his way. Leandra saw an opportunity to enact Operation Testing the Waters and drew him close so he could hide behind her. 

Félix raised an eyebrow at her and she raised one back, looking pointedly at his hand which was still on Pepa’s back. He shrugged as if to say “touché” and they both returned their attention to Agustín, who had reclaimed the narrative thread.

“The thing is, well, you know, Juli and I aren’t going to be young forever, and we’ve been together for two years now, and it’s not like we’ve never talked about the future,” Agustín said, “so of course, about a year in, I thought- we thought, ‘gee maybe we should start talking about marriage’.”

“Oooh,” Félix said, as he started to see where the story was going. Meanwhile Leandra turned to Bruno grinning and had to stifle her giggles when he winked at her conspiratorially.

“Sí, and you would think Mamá would be perfectly happy to see me married to the man of my dreams,” Julieta huffed, “so I make all her favorites, I spend the whole day buttering her up, AND talking up Agustín. Then dinner comes along, Agustín arrives, I’m ready for us all to sit and eat but Mamá is like ‘wait, there’s one more guest coming’.”

Bruno and Pepa snickered while Félix and Leandra made various noises of dread.

“There’s a knock at the door-,” Pepa rushed to say.

“Casita opens it with a loud ‘creeeeeeeaaak’,” Bruno jumped in, complete with sound effects.

“And guess who’s standing there with a bouquet of flowers?” Agustín finished.

“Alejandro,” Félix and Leandra said as one.

“So we proceed to have the worst, most awkward dinner in the entire history of food,” Julieta shook her head, cheeks turning red just at the memory, “Mamá spent the entire time talking up Alejandro while I was trying to do the same for Agustín. And well…”

“I just happened to notice that Alejandro was getting a bit self conscious,” Agustín rubbed at the back of his neck, “and I felt bad for the guy! None of this was his fault, right?!”

“I love you so much,” Julieta’s voice was filled to the brim with exasperation.

“So now both Mamá and Agustín are talking Alejandro up,” Pepa said.

“Which just made him confused,” Bruno pointed out.

“And finally Juli can’t take it anymore,” Pepa laughed and slapped her knee, “she gets up, turns to Agustín and yells-.”

Agustín, Bruno, and Pepa all said it at the same time while Julieta put her head in her hands, “Well if you like the man my mother chose so much, why don’t you marry him?!”

Félix and Leandra burst out laughing while the four who were there exchanged grins. When the laughter subsided, Agustín cleared his throat.

“But wait- it doesn’t end there,” he said, “Julieta rushed off and I knew I had messed up, so I went running after her. I apologized and explained myself, she forgave me and apologized for how the night had turned out. One thing led to another and…”

“And Mamá felt that she also owed Juli an apology,” Bruno deadpanned.

“Oh no,” Leandra gasped, putting a hand over her mouth while Félix sucked air in through his teeth.

“Oh yes,” Pepa said, “Mamá had finished out the dinner, apologized to Alejandro, gave Juli a bit of time to calm down, then went to talk to her.”

“Did she knock?”

“Sí, but only as a warning before she opened the door,” Julieta shook her head, “fortunately, by then we were just cuddling under the blankets but well, it wasn’t like we’d bothered to put our clothes back on. And of course, Agustín, love of my life, only made things worse by trying to be funny. What did you say, mi amor?”

“I-I was just trying to break the tension.”

“What did you say?”

Agustín grimaced, “I- and this was a joke, I wasn’t remotely serious, I asked her if she’d let me marry Juli if I got her pregnant first.”

Félix burst out laughing immediately but Leandra choked on her own spit and went into a coughing fit. Bruno rubbed her back until it settled. Agustín put his head in his hands, moving his glasses out of the way so he could rub at his eyes while he groaned loudly.

“Come to think of it, that would be the exact reason why we’re not married yet,” Julieta sighed, even as she twisted to pet Agustín’s hair.

“Well, now I know what not to do,” Leandra whispered to Bruno, although she was pretty sure Pepa heard her.

“Somehow, I don’t think Mamá would take you threatening to impregnate Julieta all that seriously,” Bruno retorted, apparently completely missing what Leandra was going for. She laughed anyway, because it was funny.

“So, your guys’ turn,” Agustín said.

“What? Our turn to tell an embarrassing story about you?” Leandra asked, grinning mischievously.

He rolled his eyes at her and said, “Actually I was thinking we might play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”

“I might take you up on that a little later,” Leandra told him, trying to communicate Operation Testing the Water to him through eye contact alone.

He must have picked something up because he glanced at Bruno then gave her a sympathetic look, “Just let me know.”

“I’ve never played that game before,” Bruno confessed.

“Agustín and I used to play it all the time. Of course, it stopped being fun when he kept picking Julieta for ‘marry’.”

“I like Julieta.”

“She wasn’t even an option half the time! He chose her even when we were doing fictional characters.”

“Details,” Agustín shrugged, then bent his head to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek. She blushed and giggled like a school girl.

“S-so it’s exactly what it sounds like, right?” Bruno asked her quietly, while Julieta and Agustín continued to flirt. Pepa turned to Félix and asked him about the game he’d brought and they were soon busy setting it up.

“Sí, you pick three people, preferably of equal attractiveness, like say… you, Agustín, and Félix. Then everybody has to decide who they would fuck, marry, or kill,” she turned more fully towards him, even though it meant sacrificing their physical contact, “if the three people you pick are equally attractive then it can actually get really hard to choose and people end up killing people for the weirdest reasons. Like with you three I have to kill Agustín because he’s already in a committed relationship.”

She was hoping he would take the bait and ask her whether that meant she would fuck him or marry him, which would give her the opening to list off a few of his more attractive qualities, but instead Bruno just nodded, “Makes sense. You can’t marry another woman’s boyfriend, but killing him is definitely ok.”

“Exactly,” she grinned, “so, you want to play?”

“Sí, Dracula, Victor Frankenstein, or the Wolfman,” he launched right into it.

“That ones easy,” Agustín interjected, “you marry Dracula. He’s rich.”

“But he also already has three wives,” Leandra argued back, “fuck Dracula, marry the wolf man. Sorry Victor.”

“You could marry and kill Dracula, for the inheritance,” Julieta pointed out.

Bruno nodded, “Frankenstein comes from a rich family so you could do the same to him.”

“The game isn’t called Pick The Most Lucrative Murder Victim, it’s called Fuck, Marry, Kill,” Leandra said.

“Sí, it is vitally important that you follow the rules, otherwise we’ll have nothing but anarchy,” Agustín gave them a faux serious face.

“Bien, marry Dracula, fuck the wolfman,” Bruno decided.

“Hmm, I’m going to go against the grain and marry Frankenstein, kill the Wolfman,” Julieta said, “I sort of want to know what effect my gift would have on the monster.”

They spent a while playing word games, frequently arguing over the rules. Pepa returned and Félix lured Bruno away to play a round of corn hole, which Agustín joined in on.

“Sooo,” Pepa said slyly, once the men folk were thoroughly distracted with their game, “Srta. Lopez, what exactly are your intentions with our sweet Brunito.”

“Oh good, I’m glad somebody noticed, I was beginning to think the constant physical contact was a bit too subtle,” Leandra sighed.

The two sisters giggled, Julieta glancing at the boys before saying, “Be patient with him, he’s not used to that sort of attention.”

“Really? I mean, I know he’s maybe not the most popular person in town, but… he’s just so pretty,” Leandra shook her head, “I have a hard time believing I’m the first to make a pass at him.”

“You’re not,” Pepa reassured her, “but it happens pretty rarely and he usually doesn’t notice when it does. As you can see.”

Leandra drummed her fingers on the blanket, “I was being a little more forward before, then he said something that might have been a rejection, might not. I’ve backed off a bit, I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but…”

“But it really seems like he’s into you too,” Julieta finished for her, “I had a similar problem with Agustín. I knew he had a crush on me, but I had a hard time convincing him that yes, I am flirting with you.”

“I remember that,” Leandra threw a wry grin at her friend’s back, “he was absolutely twisted up in knots trying to examine every little thing you said for hidden messages. Rosalie and I kept telling him you were flirting but then he’d be all ‘let’s not fall victim to wishful thinking’.”

Julieta laughed, putting a hand to her heart, “Aw my poor corazon. I’m glad I eventually got through to him.”

“Any advice?” 

“I eventually gave up and just kissed him,” Julieta shrugged, “so if you want to make sure Bruno is comfortable with you making a move before doing so… maybe don’t do what I did.”

“If this carries on for too long, I’ll probably just ask him to clarify where his boundaries are,” Leandra said, then grinned at Pepa, “anyways, how are things going with Félix?”

Pepa smiled brightly, then frowned, then smiled a little sadly, “We’re taking things slow. I don’t feel-. I need a little more time before I jump into anything.”

“He doesn’t seem bothered with waiting a little,” Leandra pointed out.

“No, no he doesn’t,” Pepa agreed, the sun shining a little bit brighter.

“I like Félix,” Julieta declared it like a judge declaring a ruling, “I like the way he treats you.”

“Well, if he has the Golden Child seal of approval,” Pepa teased.

“He does,” Julieta stuck her nose in the air earning a light shove from her sister.

They were interrupted by a couple of loud peels of laughter from Félix and Agustín, while Bruno looked pleasantly surprised. Leandra smiled fondly at him and his shy little grin, dios it made her want to go over there and plant one on him.

They watched the men play for a while. Félix won, at least Leandra was pretty sure Félix won. Unless the object of the game was to lose the most hacky sacks, then Agustín won. 

Either way, Bruno came in second.

“They do make a pretty picture,” Pepa said, eyeing Félix as he gave Bruno a friendly smack on the back.

“Oh definitely,” Julieta agreed, “not to brag, but I have definitely scooped up the most handsome man in the village.”

Pepa rolled her eyes, “Sure, sure, if you happen to be sexually attracted to twigs.”

“I’m going to win this argument,” Leandra said quietly, not bothering to repeat herself when Julieta accidentally spoke over her.

“He isn’t a twig, he’s just tall. Look at his shoulders, those are not twig shoulders,” she crossed her arms.

“No offense, he’s fine, perfectly fine, but Félix, well… he’s fine,” Pepa picked up a pastry and used it to gesture as she spoke.

“Bruno is obviously the most handsome,” Leandra said, peacefully, unbothered by the look the other two women gave her.

“Félix is a very handsome man, of course he is, but look at Agustín’s cheekbones,” Julieta poured herself some tea then sipped it primly.

“Bah, look at Félix’s arms, those are fantastic arms,” Pepa bit viciously into her pastry.

“Bruno is obviously the most handsome, because!” Leandra paused to throw her companions a winning grin, “Nobody in town can compete with the beauty of a Madrigal.”

Pepa and Julieta giggled, rolling their eyes at her and shaking their heads, but eventually Pepa tossed her red curls off her shoulder and haughtily said, “Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“It is a fair point,” Julieta nodded, fixing her skirt.

“What’s a fair point?” Félix asked, suddenly appearing to grab the lemonade and three cups.

Pepa spoke loud enough for everybody to hear, “Srta. Lopez has pointed out that Bruno is the most handsome of you three, because there’s no competing with Madrigal beauty.”

“Oh come on hermana,” Agustín groused, “I walk away for ten minutes and you’re putting the moves on my girlfriend.”

“Watch out ami, I’ll take your girl, and your sock collection,” Leandra called back.

She heard Bruno quietly ask, “You have a sock collection?”

“I like colorful socks,” Agustín shrugged, then lifted the legs of his tailored trousers to show his mismatched, brightly dyed socks.

“Oh, very nice,” Bruno said.

“Now hold on, let’s not gloss over the fact that the girls are over here,” Félix put a hand to his chest in a big show of offense then hissed, “objectifying us.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Agustín put the back of his hand to his forehead, “I feel like a sack of meat.”

“I’m fine with it,” Bruno shrugged, “I-I think you guys are just bitter that I’m- that you’re not as pretty as I am.”

Félix let out a loud bark of laughter while Agustín faked a gasp, then pointed a finger at Bruno, “You take that back!”

“I’ll have you know I’m ten times as pretty as you are,” Félix fluttered his eyelashes.

“Hey, I didn’t make the call,” he held up his hands, “t-talk to them.”

“Sure, talk to us, tell us that I’m wrong about the Madrigals being the most beautiful people in town,” Leandra smirked. Pepa wiggled her fingers at the men while Julieta just rolled her eyes, chuckling.

Agustín pretended to wince while Félix shook his fist at Bruno, “You win this round hermano, but just you wait, I’ll be prettier than you yet.”

Agustín sat back down next to Julieta and whispered something in her ear that had her grinning happily at him, while Félix apparently gave up on continuing his game and rejoined Pepa. Bruno was the last to realize the game was over, he dropped the hacky sack he’d been holding and strolled over to his original spot by Leandra.

“Was it fun?” Leandra asked, while Félix and Agustín were busy flirting with Bruno’s sisters.

“Yeah,” Bruno shrugged, “got my hands all dusty though.”

Leandra saw an opportunity and jumped on it, “Let me see.”

“My… dusty hands?”

“Sí.”

“Alright?” Bruno drew the word out into a question, even as he offered her both of his hands. She took them in hers, pretending to examine them.

“Hm, which is your dominant hand?”

“Left, why?”

She dropped his right hand and turned her full attention on his left. Leandra bent over his palm, and traced a finger over the longest line, “Ok, so. This is your life line, and it tells me that… you’re going to have a career change soon.”

Bruno let out a surprised bark of laughter, drawing the attention of the other picnic goers, then sheepishly cleared his throat, “Oh really? I’m going to quit the Village Seer gig? In exchange for what, exactly?”

“Hey,” she looked at him through her lashes, pouting playfully, “Do you want to know your future or not?”

“Not really.”

“Hush, the magic is happening,” she turned her eyes back to his palm and traced a different line, “Hm, see this here is either your love line or your family line.”

“A real paragon of accuracy, aren’t you.”

“So! Either you’re going to get married five times-.”

“Five?! W-where exactly am I finding five wives?”

“I didn’t say you were marrying five different women, just that you’ll be married five times.”

“Why would I marry one woman five times?”

“Or. OR! It’s your family line and you will have, one, two… eleven babies.”

“Well then, those five wives will really come in handy,” he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.

She smiled back, “I like your laugh.”

“O-oh?” he gulped, suddenly aware of how close she was, rather than giving him a verbal answer she just nodded, a gentle look in her eyes. A nervous giggle bubbled its way out of his throat and he fought the urge to grimace at how high pitched it was.

Slowly, she pulled her eyes back down to his hand, she turned it so that she could plant her palm against his, then went, “hmmmmmmm.”

“W-what is it?”

“You have really long fingers.”

“And?”

“That tells me you could probably play a musical instrument really well if you wanted to.”

He laughed again, “You’d be surprised. I mean, I’m fine at it, b-but I never spend enough time practicing.”

“Would you like to show me sometime?” Leandra asked, pitching her voice a little lower and leaning in a little closer, “I bet you’re better than you think.”

“Actually if you want to talk music, you should talk to Agustín,” Bruno said, then jumped when he heard Pepa break into a fit of laughter. 

Slowly, he turned to look at the others and found everybody was still watching him and Reina, except for Pepa who was giggling helplessly into her hands. Julieta had her lips pressed together and seemed to be trying to communicate something to him through pointed looks alone. Félix and Agustín were giving Reina a sympathetic look, Félix leaned over and muttered something to Reina that almost sounded like “It was a good try”, then patted her on the back.

Bruno looked back at Reina, whose smile looked a little like a grimace to him.

“I-I mean, if you really want to-, maybe the three of us-?” Bruno tried, Pepa laughed even harder. He looked to Julieta, hoping he would spontaneously develop telepathy, but he still had no clue what she was trying to tell him.

Reina sighed, then she rubbed his back, making him feel slightly better about apparently missing something that was obvious to everybody else. At least he hadn’t offended her. She quietly told him, “I’ll explain when we don’t have an audience.”

“Por favor,” Bruno said, emphatically.

“No, no, don’t. I want to see how long it takes him to figure it out,” Pepa finally recovered from her laughter.

Bruno grabbed an arepa and threw it at Pepa who gasped dramatically then frisbied a tortilla at his face. This, because they were very mature twenty-six year olds, meant war. Julieta shielded Agustín, and occasionally threw anything that strayed her way back at her siblings, but otherwise stayed out of it.

When the food fight eventually ended, the six friends made a game of figuring out where all the food ended up. Most of it had landed in one pond or another and was already being eaten by fish.

“Do you think that’s ok? L-like it won’t hurt the fish, right?” Bruno asked.

“Juli made most of it, so at worst it’ll balance out her healing powers,” Pepa answered.

“Let’s pick up what we can anyways,” Julieta pulled a tortilla off a tree branch, “if we feed the wildlife it might follow us home, then Bruno will want to keep it.”

“Hey!”

“Señor Hissy Fit?”

“Bien, fair point.”

“A snake?” Leandra asked, brushing some dirt off an arepa.

“No, no, snakes eat rats, I would never,” Bruno shook his head, “a very grumpy tapir.”

Félix frowned, “This wouldn’t happen to be the same tapir that went on a rampage through the market fifteen years ago?”

The triplets all exchanged a look, then as one said, “No, different tapir. Coincidence.”

“Tell me everything?” Agustín asked Julieta.

“Later,” she whispered back, with a wink.

Bruno looked up from the croissant that was wedged between two rocks and found Reina pouting at him, a pleading look in her large brown eyes. He set his jaw, but crumbled almost immediately, sighing and nodding.

“Wait, hey now, if you’re going to tell those two anyways, you might as well tell me,” Félix protested.

Pepa gave her siblings a harsh look, “Now look at what you’ve done.”

Bruno shrugged at her apologetically. Julieta was unaffected, and as soon as they’d finished picking up the food and had started on the path back to the village, she launched into the story.

“Alright, so, it all started when Bruno, Pepa, and I were having a picnic…”

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno encanto #Love and Fury

[angelfoodcake222]

Vampiric Dark Orchastral Trolls.

Do I have your attention yet? Yes? Good.

🧛🍷😈

~Think of the Classical/Orchestral trolls in Trolls: World Tour but darker, bat-like wings tipped with bony cloak clasps/appendages that clasp over their doubled/tripled-size bodys, & just as scary as you'd imagine them to be but with that vampiric/uncanny/otherworldly beauty about them.

~I'm thinking something like the Albanian variety of Trolls that bear strikingly Dhëmbpirë-like biology: pallid/pale skin, elongated/pointed/bat-like ears, discolored eyes, optionally present fangs, the whole kaboodle.

~Maybe their/her/his hair isn't like the Trolls we've come to love or hate throughout the three movies (as of writing this): where the usuals have an upright, bouncy, lively quality to them, theirs/hers/his has a flat,  traditionally "human" aesthetic that looks to be weighed down from length or as a side effect of living in the cold rocky peaks deemed home via evolutionary survival needs.

~Cold af environments = narrowed (possibly bloodshot, dilated) eyes, bright eyes [Think of Riddic] straight, extra fur/hair for heat containment, comparably sizable claws, fangs/teeth & muscles (Upper body, legs???) for swift, even uncanny climbing speeds, heightened hunting skills for their predominantly carnivorous diet, all the predatory traits of a born, bred hunter.

~I have a lot of names to pick from, though they are mostly corny &/or basic. If you have any suggestions, reblog &/or comment them, please & thank you.

Boys/Unisex

Afrim - Albanian. "Sincere & honest". 

Alban - Albanian. "white".

Altin - Turkish. "Gold". Popular among Albanian boy names.

Bujar - Albanian. "Generous/generosity". 

Burim - Albanian. "Riverhead" or "fountain". 

Dardan - Albania. "Pear".

Dren - Albanian. "Deer". Unisex.

Driton - Albanian. "Light". It is also spelled Dritan. 

Erjon - Albanian. "Our wind". Used as a given name & a surname.

Esad - Arabic. It is the Albanian form of the Arabic name Asad. "Lion".

Fatmir - Albanian. "Lucky/good fortune".

Fisnik - Albanian. "Noble/gallant". 

Gjon - English. The Albanian form of John.

Flamur - Albanian. "Flag/flag bearer".

Gezim - Albanian. "Happiness".

Kreshnik - Albanian. Comes from the Albanian word for "a knight".

Luan - Albanian. "Lion".

Roel - Germanic/Dutch. "Famous land".

Skender - Greek. Skender is an Albanian version of Alexander which means "defender of man".

Agron - The name of an Illyrian king. "so-called he who was born in the countryside" or "by the dry ground". More research is needed...

Arben - A name for citizens of Illyria. It means "brave" & is an alternative version of the name Arber. 

Ardian - From the Aridaei Illyrian tribe.

Bardhyll - "White star". The name of an Illyrian king.

Barteo - "Hill" or "furrow". Son of the farmer (???).

Cestislav - "Honor/glory".

Gaso - "Guardian of the treasure". A derivative of Casper.

Ilir - "Freedom/free". A character from Albanian mythology.

Sersah - "Worthy of reverence".

Zaco - "God remembers".

Girls/Unisex:

Afordita - Greek. Albanian version of Aphrodite. It is also used in Slavic languages, Spanish, and Portuguese.

Agnesa - Greek. It is the Albanian form of the Greek name Agnes which means "pure/chaste".

Albana - A name inspired by Albania. It means "white/fair".

Amaris - Hebrew. "child of the moon".

Aria - Italian. "Solo melody".

Bora - Turkish. "Snow".

Diellza - Albanian. "Sun".

Drita - Albanian. "Light". From the Albanian word 'drite'.

Emina - Latin. "Eminent; Trustworthy". A much-beloved name, it is popular in many Slavic countries.

Flutura - Albanian. "Butterfly".

Klea - Greek. "Glory". A version of Cleopatra.

Lindita - Albanian. "The day is born".

Lule - Albanian. "Bloom".

Manjola - Latin/Old French. "Magnolia". The name comes from French botanist Pierre Magnol.

Reina - Spanish. "Queen".

Shpresa - Albanian. "Hope".

Sumejja - Arabic/Turkish. Sumejja is the

Albanian form of Sumeyya or Sumaiya, who was the first Islamic martyr. It means "high above" or "exalted".

Tirana - Greek/Latin. "Song/Anthem" or "A city formed of solid materials, a fortress". It is also the name of the largest city & capital of Albania.

Valbona - Albanian. "the Good-valley" The name of a river in Albania.

Vetone - Albanian. "Strong warrior".

Ajola - "Genius, Good, Good Judger". A version of the Illyrian name Aiola ("Loyal, Strength/strong, Beautiful").

Ardita - "Golden" day. The feminine form of the boy name Ardit.

Cecilya - "Blind, unseeing".

Elira - "Freedom loving and compassionate". A name derived from the Illyrian tribe.

Enkeleida - "Eel People" (Much more research needed) One from the Illyrian tribe of the same name. 

Genofwica - "Fair one" or "white wave".

Gentiana - Latin. "Gentle soul", "Delicate spirit". A flower named after the last Illyrian king Gentius who discovered the plant’s healing properties. 

Tadia - "Praising God, courageous". 

Teuta - Greek. "Mistress of the people", "Queen". She was the Queen Regent of the Illyrian tribe from approximately 232- 227 BCE.

~I could think of a few more but my brain is fried on names for now.

~They/she/he probably has domestic hobbies like knitting, crochetting, doll making/repair, cobbling, singing (probably mainly vocalazations, clicks whistles, folk lullabys), dancing (be it on land or in the air), textile weaving, & cooking.

~Obviously, they/she/he plays classical instraments like the ever-popular & famous violin, piano & cello though there are other options such as the harp, viola & double bass.

~Probably proficiant at the organ, too.

That's all for now, dearies! Have a lovely day!

#trolls movie #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 2 #trolls 3 #dark orchestral #prompts #writers on tumblr #just thinking #prompts needed #fanfiction writer #oc thoughts #I wrote this at that wierd limbo between late night & early morning so pardon any mistakes or grammer issues #vampire #vampire trolls #fanfic ideas

[huntertheyeenqueen]

Got back into Stardew Valley. I wanna start doing ship art of my farmer and Haley... Because of that, I got inspired to make a bio for Reina, and then do a couple of ship memes for them haha. You can find the memes on any of my other profiles! It cropped weird when I tried to upload here :T My pages if anyone wants to follow my art~ da: https://www.deviantart.com/thevoidkitsune FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thevoidkitsune/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/The_VoidKitsune Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thevoidkitsune Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/thevoidkitsune Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100088219471597

#stardew #stardew valley #stardewvalley #stardew haley #haley #stardewhaley #stardew valley haley #stardewvalleyhaley #oc #original #original characters #original character #stardew valley original character

[stinkiesdraws]

This was funnier in my head....I joked about the girls having a group with just them and that it would mostly be used for gossip. Amari belongs to @gojo-stan <33

#stardew #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley #sdv emily #sdv leah #sdv haley #sdv abigail #adv #farmer reina #sdv farmer #farmer amari #stardew farmer #my art #stinkiesdraws #my artwork #digital art #sdv clint

[cindersapwolf]

wanted to update my farmer reina (they/them)'s ref! 💙⭐️🐺

#farmer reina #reina mendez #sdv farmer #sdv oc #stardew valley oc #art #trying to return to my blog! its been a whileee sorry ive been gone

[gojostan-doodles]

WISHING A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @stinkiesdraws !!!🎂🎊🎉🎈 I HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY!! I'M SO GLAD WE BECAME FRIENDS :3c 💖

#ALSO I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER!! #stardew valley #stardew valley oc #stardew valley farmer #sdv alex #stardew valley alex #farmer reina

[lhck999]

Since I'll probably run out of motivation soon, I drew a bunch! Farmer OCs are really fun!

Farmer Nana by @spacepatrolhana

Achilles Robinson by @sunspray-peak

Reina, Lyra and Nora by @stinkiesdraws

#sdv ocs #sdv #fanart #stardew valley oc #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley #farmer stacy #farmer suzy #llnks #farmer nana #farmer reina #farmer lyra #farmer nora #farmer stardew valley #lhck999

[saltywinterartist]

(February 7, 2021)

One of my many, many farmers from Stardew valley! Her name is Reina and her cat’s name is Beans! (Not pictured: her husband Sebastian)

#art #art blog #my art #fan art #oc #stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #stardew valley farmer #digital art

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! April 3 - April 9, 2023

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 15/?, 22k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Lynn, Wayne, Miranda Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, famiy drama, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her. A slightly more realistic, less cartoony take on Wayne's romance.

April Showers 2023 - A collection of Drabble Prompts - by EmeraldHaze15; WIP, 6/30, 1.4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series Characters: Claire, Thomas, Fritz, Male Farmer, Nami, Mark the Farmer, Takakura, Jamie, Lyla the Florist Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, April drabble prompt 2023, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, writing prompts, Spring, farming, Festivals, some art sprinkled in Summary: A collection of one-shots for durotoswrites and friendofbats' April Drabble Prompts for 2023

Our Story of Seasons: Pete x Claire - by Ry2_Sinheart; WIP, 21/?, 31k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer & Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer/Pete | Jack; Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire, Thomas, Zack, Dog, Harvest Goddess, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Developing Relationship, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Video Game Mechanics, Game Logic, Male-Female Friendship, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Relationships, Slow Romance, Digital Art Summary: A story that revolves around the protagonists of Mineral Town. After a series of unfortunate events, Pete and Claire agree they'll have to raise the farm together, whether they like it or not. Through their farming-ventures, they realize that maybe farming together… isn't so bad.

Lady Of Grasstrail Farms - by FromADenOfBeasts; WIP, 41/?, 52k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Female Farmer/Lars; Characters: Original Female Character(s), Female Farmer, Lars, Laura, Angela, Clemens, Damon, Jack, Emilio, Reina, Victor, Gloria, Simon, Jesse Additional Tags: My First AO3 Post, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Supportive Big Brother, honestly the best big brother ever, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Wish Fulfillment, Mysterious Origins, Childbirth Summary: Pioneers Of Olive Town AU where Lars is single. That's not all that happens but it is the reason I wrote this. A young woman named Vallon quits her job and follows her heart to Olive Town, where her family has roots deeper than she ever thought. Now she has to contend with new neighbors, ancient magic, and getting the hang of farming a wild land. Can she cope on her own, or can she at least find someone to share it with?

His (Found) Family - by SymphonicFantasia; Complete, 1/1, 2.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other Fandoms: Island of Happiness, Sunshine Islands Characters: Vaughn | Waltz, Julia, Mirabelle | Maseru Additional Tags: Found Family, Family, Family Feels

And one Explicit fic with NSFW tags below the cut

Forget-Moo-Not - by SilverWritingDesk; Complete, 1/1, 7.1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: Harvest Moon DS Cute Relationships: Muffy | Muumuu/Pete | Jack, Muffy | Muumuu/Farmer; Characters: Pete the Farmer, Claire the Farmer, Muffy, Witch Princess Additional Tags: Romance, Sex, Pregnancy, Transformation, Cow Transformation, Breast Expansion, expansion, Weight Gain, udder, Lactation, IQ Loss, mental changes, MultiBreast Summary: Life is sweet in the lovely Forget-Me-Not Valley. You’re a farmer that’s moved in recently, and with what must’ve been the Goddess’s own blessing, you managed to turn your land into a bountiful area of harvest and livestock. You even managed to marry your local sweetheart; Muffy, the local barmaid. But the Harvest Goddess’s blessing has left you, with your finances creeping closer and closer to despair. You assure your wife that it’s all okay, but she doesn’t believe it. Deciding to find the Goddess and beg for her aid, she leaves on her own one day in search of her, in hopes of turning your family farm luck around, and in hopes of making you happy once more. Muffy doesn’t know that one needs to be careful with deals made in the shaded woods…

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #trio of towns #friends of mineral town #pioneers of olive town #island of happiness #hm ds cute #sunshine islands