I Recently Got These Adorable Perler Keychains Commissioned From An Online Shop Here In My Country, And

A/N: Got this idea by my boyfriend's midnight musings. I find it pretty amusing and it inspired me to write this. This is my first post for this year, 2025. Enjoy! 🎉

Summary: Lance couldn't resist the urge to have a late-night chat with his sleep-deprived farmer.

It's currently night time in the Highlands, and after a late-night expedition exploring the cliffs and caves, Rosemary is too tired to go home, so she decides to sleep at her boyfriend's outpost. Lance doesn't mind, at least he gets to spend time with his beloved farmer. As they're going to sleep, the mage can't help but have random thoughts crossing his mind.

"Sweetheart, would you still love me if I were a worm?", Lance quietly asked his sleepy girlfriend.

Rosemary grunted and turned over in his arms, looking at him with her tired turquoise eyes. "What brought this on?", she asked, her voice heavy with sleep. Lance knew why he loved this woman. Instead of complaining about the late hour or ignoring him until he shoved her awake, Rosemary genuinely cared and took his late-night musings seriously - it was just part of who he was.

"I dreamed I was a human.", Lance said with total seriousness. "Like, just a regular human with no magic whatsoever."

"Sounds mundane.", Rosemary mused, trying to stay awake despite her drowsiness. Lance nodded and continued, "It was okay, but then I met you in that dream. And you were different, too. You were a warrior, strong and beautiful. But you wouldn't speak to me, just ignored me completely. It was like you didn't even know who I was."

Rosemary frowned but remained silent, thinking through Lance's words. He could tell she was trying to make sense of his dream-induced thoughts.

Lance took a deep breath and continued. "And the next thing I knew, I was a worm, just wriggling around in the earth. I thought 'How did this happen?' And you know what I realized, Rose?" Lance asked, pulling her even closer to his chest.

Rosemary nodded, her eyelids starting to feel heavier with each passing second, but she knew she needed to stay awake to hear his thoughts. She had learned that Lance's dreams were never really about the literal transformations he experienced but rather about some underlying fear or worry he had within him. And so, she listened.

"It was because you didn't love me as a human.", he revealed, his voice cracking slightly. "And since you didn't love me, there was no way you could ever love me as a worm. You wouldn't even acknowledge me in the dream, no matter how much I tried to talk to you."

Rosemary only rolled her eyes at Lance's revelation. She could see how upset he was and tried to comfort him. "Oh, love..." she began, but Lance cut her off.

"But then I thought, what if we were both worms?", Lance asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Rosemary rolled her eyes again at his persistent questioning. "Then we'd be digging the earth together forever in wormy marriage," she replied, before yawning heavily. "Does that make you feel better, love?"

Lance's face broke into a broad smile, and he nodded. "Yes, I think it does," he said, relieved that he could confide in his girlfriend. "I'm sorry for waking you." he apologized, feeling a little embarrassed. Rosemary gently caressed his cheek, telling him it was okay. "It's alright." she reassured him.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "And what about you, love? Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Lance pretended to think deeply about her question for a few moments, then answered seriously. "Worms are the most detestable creatures on Earth. I could never love you if you were one," he said with disdain.

Rosemary's mouth dropped open in surprise, then she burst into fits of laughter. She playfully hit him with a pillow for his blunt answer. "Don't be so mean, Lance!"

Lance grinned sheepishly, realizing his mistake. "Alright, I admit that was a bit harsh there." he conceded. "But you have to admit, worms are pretty repulsive."

Rosemary couldn't refute his point. They were both exhausted, and their random musings were starting to wear thin. But Lance wasn't quite done yet.

"Seriously, what would you do if we both suddenly woke up as worms?" Lance asked curiously.

Rosemary sighed, resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. "Well..." she began thoughtfully, "I suppose we'd have to adjust to our new wormy lives together. I bet we could dig tunnels in the earth and make a cozy nest for us."

Lance nodded, somewhat impressed by her practicality, but still found worms repulsive. "And what about us as worms? Would we still... you know." Lance's voice trailed off, unable to articulate the rest of his question.

Rosemary giggled, guessing where his mind was heading. "Lance, we'd be worms. That's not exactly an ideal situation for that kind of activity. But who knows, maybe we'd still manage to find our own wormy way to show affection," she said with a chuckle. "Let's rest now, okay? We can continue these wild thoughts in the morning. I have a feeling you'll be even more ridiculous when you're not sleep-deprived."

Lance chuckled, realizing his tired mind was indeed making the conversation more bizarre. "Yes, you're right, love," he said, hugging her closer. "Let's get some sleep, and we can laugh about all of this in the morning."

Rosemary snuggled up to him and smiled. "Good night, Lance. I love you, regardless of whether you're a mage, a human, or even a worm."

Lance leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you too, Rosemary. Sleep well."

As the two drifted off to sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, the conversation shifted from magical transformations to the simplicity of their love, proving that it surpassed all boundaries, be it human or worm.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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Hey guys! I just wrote a new CaldarusXFarmer fanfic on AO3, titled "Caldarus's Accidental Guide to Wooing a Farmer" Here are some snippets from a few of the chapters!

A silence stretched between them. Isaria’s mind whirred, piecing the information together, her unease growing with every passing second. Before she could say anything, he inhaled deeply his movements sharp and twitchy and then with eerie composure, he continued. “However, I believe my measurements may have been off. Unless…” His golden eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilting with calculated curiosity. “The room appears to be vibrating. Do you perceive this as well?”

It took a moment for the realization to fully sink in and when it did Isaria froze, her stomach dropping. Gods above. This was happening. Caldarus, an ancient, powerful, cold-blooded dragon guardian had overdosed on caffeine.

“Oh, for the love of—!” She immediately went closer to him, reaching out before he could topple sideways. “Cal, you need to sit still before you vibrate out of existence.”

Here's the link of my fanfic...

After FOM Full Update:

ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ - ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪꜱᴛʀɪᴀ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ - ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ

March: *who is drunk* Heeeey Farmer, you looking mighty fine today. I wish could kiss you~

Farmer: Oh...Neat!

*later*

Farmer: *lying face down on their bed holding a phone calling to their relative from Stardew Valley* I said "NEAT" right in front of everyone! Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say NEAT but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid!

Farmer: *holding their baby while using their phone* Don't beat yourself up too much, cousin.

Farmer: I will never show my face in front of everyone again! Especially to March. How can I face him without embarrassing myself?

Farmer: Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Sebastian confessed their love for me?

Farmer: Didn't you thank him?

Farmer: *stays still and looks at the ceiling* I fuc-freaking thanked him.

A/N: After experiencing the Immersive Sam mod by @maggplays, I was inspired to write a fanfic based on one of its cutscenes. Enjoy!

Sam was nervously pacing near the beach tide pools, his fingers tapping anxiously against the body of his guitar. In his chest, his heart beat a frantic rhythm, filled with anticipation and a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today was the day he had decided to confess his true feelings to someone special, the farmer who had recently moved in, Yvonne.

Under the soft morning sunlight, the waves gently lapped against the shore. The beach tide pools glimmered enticingly, their azure depths reflecting the cloudless sky. It was a tranquil and beautiful scene, the perfect backdrop for a moment of heartfelt confession.

He was drawn to Yvonne's genuine kindness, her warm smile, and her easy way of connecting with people. Over the past weeks, they had spent a lot of time together, working in the community center project, exploring the town, and sharing stories about their lives. All the while, Sam's feelings for her had grown stronger, and he knew it was time to take a chance and confess his love.

Summoning his courage, he had asked Yvonne to meet him at the beach tide pools in the morning, promising her something special. Now, as he waited for her to arrive, his mind raced with the possible outcomes of his confession, from the joyous and positive to the painful and rejection.

Finally, he spotted Yvonne walking towards him, her soft blond hair swaying gently with the breeze. Her presence eased his nerves and yet, his heart skipped a beat as she got closer. They exchanged a few words, a mixture of pleasantries and friendly banter, as she settled down on the huge wooden log he had chosen as their meeting spot.

Sam took a deep breath, steadying himself as he began to strum his guitar carefully starting with a familiar melody, one that he knew Yvonne liked. The sound of the guitar strings vibrated through the air, carrying the first notes of his confession.

As the music played, Sam couldn't help but glance at Yvonne. Her expression was soft and attentive, her eyes fixed on him as he continued to play. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how her laughter and kindness brought color to his life, and how he couldn't imagine a day without her in it.

The melody changed, the chords shifting into a more romantic tune, as Sam prepared himself to sing the lyrics he had carefully written. He had poured his heart into those words, expressing his deepest feelings for her.

Taking a deep breath, Sam began to sing, his voice both trembling and clear as he started the first verse. The words poured out, a declaration of his admiration and love for Yvonne. The lyrics painted a picture of his desires, his dreams, and his hope that she might feel the same way.

Yvonne listened quietly, her eyes never leaving his face. Her expression remained unchanged, but her slight smile and the gentle tilt of her head showed that she was paying close attention to his every word.

Sam's voice grew more confident as he continued to sing. He sang of the adventures they had shared, the moments they had laughed and cried together, and the deep connection he felt with her. His fingers moved with increasing skill on the guitar, the music complementing the heartfelt lyrics.

As the song slowly came to an end, Sam held the final note for a few moments longer, savoring the sound of his confession. He let the last word linger in the air, waiting for Yvonne's response.

Silence fell over the beach tide pools. The waves continued to lap against the shore, the only sound breaking the quiet. Sam looked at Yvonne, his heart in his throat, waiting for her reaction.

Yvonne's eyes remained on him, her expression still soft and kind. For a moment, she didn't react, just gazing at him with a gentle smile. Then, she slowly stood up and took a step closer to him.

Her hand reached up to gently caress his cheek, her touch warm and soothing. Sam's breath hitched, and he almost missed the soft murmur that escaped her lips.

"Sam..." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. The sound of his name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned in slightly, her face just inches away from his.

Her eyes, deep and sparkling, looked into his, and just as he thought he'd faint from the tension, she smiled wider and did something Sam never expected. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle, tender kiss on his lips.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Sam's mind went blank, his heart skipped a beat, and all he could focus on was the feeling of her lips on his. He didn't know what to do, unsure if this was just a response or a sign of her reciprocation.

Just as he was about to react, Yvonne pulled back a soft flush of color on her cheeks. She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "Thank you." she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "For that wonderful song and showing me your true feelings."

Her words sent a wave of relief and joy through him. The uncertainty and anxiety that he had felt a moment ago gave way to a new sense of hope and understanding. He couldn't help but smile, feeling his heart swell with happiness.

"I take it." he said, his voice a little shaky, "You feel the same way?"

Yvonne nodded, her smile growing even wider. "I do." she confessed. "Your song was beautiful, and I... I feel the same."

Sam couldn't believe his ears. His confession had not only been accepted but reciprocated. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, a wave of pure elation spreading through him. He set aside his guitar and reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

She leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. They stood there by the beach tide pools, holding each other tight, the only sound being the soft whisper of the waves and their own beating hearts.

"I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same." Sam whispered, burying his face in her hair. He could smell the honey and lavender scent, and it brought an even greater sense of comfort and contentment.

Yvonne chuckled softly, her breath tickling his neck. "I was just as scared." she admitted. "I never thought you'd see me that way."

"How could I not?" Sam pulled back slightly so he could look at her. "You're the kindest, most genuine person I've ever met. Spending time with you feels like coming home."

"I feel the same." Yvonne echoed, her eyes sparkling. "You bring so much laughter and joy into my life. I can't imagine my days without you by my side."

The sun slowly rose higher in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the beach. Yvonne and Sam, still holding each other, watched the waves lapping against the shore, feeling as if the world was a more beautiful place now that they had confessed their love.

Together, they knew that the road ahead would be filled with both joy and challenges. But as long as they had each other, nothing seemed impossible. The love they shared was like a powerful force, guiding them through any storm.

As they walked hand in hand towards the future, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.

~END~

Here are some screenshots related to this cutscene:

Mod: "Maggs Immersive Sam Romance Dialogue and Events (x)Spicy or Sweet 1.6" by Maggplays

Farmer: *enjoying a peaceful married life*

*sees an attractive marriageable npc*

Farmer: I'm gonna do what's called a pro gamer move.😏

Summary: Sebastian wakes up in the middle of the night to find his pregnant farmer wife, Aleia, indulging in her latest bizarre craving.

The farmhouse was bathed in moonlight, its wooden beams creaking softly in the stillness of the night. The air outside was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and distant ocean waves. Inside, everything was peaceful except for the subtle rustling of blankets and the faint creak of the bed as Aleia carefully slid out from under Sebastian’s arm.

She moved with practiced stealth, her roseate hair swaying as she tiptoed toward the door. But even with her best efforts, Sebastian stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for her in his half-asleep daze. Instead of warmth, he was met with cool, empty sheets. His brows furrowed. Sleepy or not, he knew Aleia was supposed to be there.

Dragging himself up, Sebastian ran a hand through his tousled dark plum hair, exhaling as he rubbed his face. With sluggish movements, he padded barefoot out of the room, eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway. The bathroom light was off. That ruled out his first guess.

Then, faintly, the warm glow of the kitchen flickered under the door.

Sebastian squinted. At this hour?

With quiet steps, he approached, pushing the door open slightly.

There, under the kitchen’s soft golden light, stood Aleia, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she hunched over the counter, caught in the act. Her cheeks were puffed up, stuffed with something. And in her hand? A piece of watermelon.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Cravings again?”

Aleia turned toward him, blinking innocently as she struggled to chew. “Mhm!” she garbled, before finally swallowing. “I needed this.”

Sebastian let out a breathy chuckle, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Watermelon?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “It’s so juicy and sweet.” Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she reached behind her and grabbed—oh dear Yoba!—a jar of mayonnaise.

Sebastian’s expression immediately dropped.

“Oh no.” he muttered, dread settling in. “Not this again.”

Aleia grinned mischievously. “Oh yes.”

Without hesitation, she unscrewed the lid and like it was the most normal thing in the world, tilted the jar back, taking a long sip of mayonnaise like it was a gourmet beverage.

Sebastian visibly recoiled. “ALEIA, WHY?”

She smacked her lips, sighing in contentment. “I dunno, Sebby. It just hits different.”

Sebastian stared at her, absolutely appalled. “You used to do that before pregnancy, and I thought maybe, just maybe, you’d grow out of it. But no. No. The baby is only enabling you.”

Aleia shrugged before nonchalantly dipping her watermelon slice into the mayo and taking a delighted bite.

Sebastian looked personally betrayed. “That’s an abomination.”

Aleia gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? This is peak cuisine.”

“That is sacrilegious.” Sebastian countered.

“Oh, and you’re one to talk?” Aleia huffed, setting down her watermelon and crossing her arms. “You eat cold sashimi straight from the fridge at 2 AM like some kind of gremlin and think I’m the weird one?”

Sebastian opened his mouth to argue but then paused. Damn. She had a point.

“That’s completely different.” he muttered.

Aleia smirked. “Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.”

Sebastian exhaled sharply before stepping closer, slipping his arms around her waist. Despite the culinary war crimes she was committing, he still pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “You are so lucky I love you.” he murmured against her hair.

Aleia giggled, nuzzling into him. “I know.”

Sebastian’s hands found their way to her slightly rounded belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “How’s our little night owl?” he asked softly.

Aleia hummed, resting her free hand over his. “Oh, just making sure I never sleep again,” she teased. “Apparently, our kid is a night creature like their dad.”

Sebastian smirked. “At least they take after me in something.”

Aleia rolled her eyes before nudging him playfully. “You’re really clingy, you know that?”

“You like it.”

“…I do.” she admitted with a grin.

Sebastian glanced at the counter. “So, is it just the watermelon or should I prepare myself for something worse?”

Aleia chewed her lip, suddenly looking very guilty.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Aleia… what else did you eat?”

She hesitated before mumbling, “Pickles.”

Sebastian nodded slowly. “Okay, not too bad.”

“With peanut butter.”

His expression dropped. “Oh, no.”

“…And a little bit of hot sauce.”

Sebastian groaned. “Sweetheart, that’s not food.”

Aleia pouted, poking his chest. “Says the guy who hoards pumpkin soup like a dragon and refuses to share.”

Sebastian gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Hey. That soup is sacred.”

Aleia grinned triumphantly before finishing off the last bite of her cursed watermelon. “There. Now I’m good.”

Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, come on, weird cravings queen. Let’s get you back to bed before you start dipping pumpkin soup in ranch dressing.”

“…That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Sebastian groaned.

With a laugh, Aleia wrapped her arms around his neck. “You love me.” she teased.

Sebastian kissed her forehead. “That’s the only reason I’m putting up with this.”

Hand in hand, they walked back to their room, the dim glow of the kitchen light fading behind them. As they curled up under the covers, Sebastian wrapped his arms around her again, his warmth chasing away the night’s chill.

“Good night, my love,” he murmured against her hair.

Aleia smiled sleepily, snuggling into his chest. “Night, Sebby.”

The farmhouse settled back into silence, the moonlight casting a soft glow over them. And despite the absolute madness of her cravings, Sebastian knew one thing for certain.

He wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

Bruh why does he look like Lucas from WMMAP!? 😳

I was just messing with the Wizard's hairstyles in RRRR mod. And when I checked to see his portrait, I nearly have heartattack. If you can just squint a little and imagine Magnus in Lucas's color palette. You get what I mean.

What is up with me finding older wizards attractive

Ahhhh I wish I could date and marry you but I can't. I'm married and have 2 kids. Don't worry there's going to be another farmer for you.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎

Farmer: *leaning on their hoe, sighing deeply* Damn, I’m so useless.

Abigail: *bursts through a wall like the Kool-Aid Man* WHO SAID THAT?!

Sebastian: *appears from the shadows* YOU WANNA TRY THAT LINE AGAIN?!

Sam: *backflips off his skateboard* OH HELL NO!

Shane: *launches a beer can across the farm* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Harvey: *running in, stethoscope flying* EXCUSE ME, THAT IS A MEDICAL LIE!

Elliott: *dramatic gasp flipping his hair* HOW DARE YOU INSULT YOURSELF IN SUCH A WAY?!

Haley: *lowers her sunglasses* That’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

Leah: *grabbing their hands gently* You are nature’s masterpiece, don’t you ever forget it.

Alex: *flexing aggressively* YOU’RE STRONG AS HELL, DON’T MAKE ME GIVE YOU A PEP TALK!

Penny: *clutching a book* You are worthy of love and respect, Farmer!

Maru: *holding a literal blueprint for an invention called "Farmer Confidence Booster 3000"* I BETTER START BUILDING THIS!

Emily: *already mid-dance to cleanse the negativity* BEGONE, NEGATIVE ENERGY! I CLEANSE THIS FARM WITH THE POWER OF YOBA!

Krobus: *somehow appearing from the sewers* I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HUMAN EMOTIONS BUT I KNOW THAT'S WRONG.

Pierre: *stepping out of his shop* Yes, even I think—!

Caroline: *dragging him back inside* PIERRE, READ THE ROOM.

Wizard: *literally appears in a cloud of smoke* THAT IS A DANGEROUS FALSEHOOD, FARMER.

Linus: *nodding wisely from the mountains* You are part of nature’s balance. Never forget that.

Other Marriage Candidates: *crash through windows, doors, appears through a portal or possibly even from underground* SAY THAT AGAIN, WE DARE YOU!

Farmer: *overwhelmed, hands up* Okay! I take it back! Damn, that worked a little too well…

Gus: *sliding a drink over* Yeah, don’t do that again. We almost lost half the Saloon to a riot.

Me, patiently waiting for Caldarus to show up in human form: I am cool, composed, the pinnacle of self-restraint.

Also me the instant he graces my screen: unhinged dragon-simp screeching

I have been religiously feeding this Dragon essence like a devoted cultist, and now he finally descends in human form? My soul is prepared. My heart is not.