#pathless woods

A farming game set in a world inspired by mesoamerican civilizations of the past such as the aztec and the maya. You'd get a lot of the usual gameplay mechanics of farming games (such as fishing, foraging, mining, etc), but the farming mechanics would feature some of the characteristic farming techniques of the region, such as floating gardens, raised bed farming for the swampy areas or terrace farming in the mountainous areas. Your crops would be staple mesoamerican crops, such as corn, beans, squash, cassava, cacao and peppers, but there would also be travelling merchants selling seeds from other regions, such as tomato or potato seeds. Instead of a sprinkler system, you could create irrigation channels for your crops. At the start, your settlement would be a small village, but as you progressed in the game you'd be able to expand and turn it into a prosperous town.

Drarry | Explicit | 30k | Wandmaker Harry, Wand wood grower Draco, Magical Theory, Wandlore, Draco Malfoy Hot Estate Owner™️, Found Family, Making Out, Frottage

Summary: “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods” Lord Byron.

Harry finds himself unexpectedly reacquainted with Draco Malfoy when his work as an apprentice wandmaker takes him to Wiltshire. Amongst the trees Harry finds magic, growth, and a man who might finally be proving he’s worthy of the wand that chose him.

Hawthorn, Unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably pliant.

A story of found family, trees with feelings, belief in the power of growth, wandlore, and gratuitous description of Handsome Estate Owner™ Draco Malfoy swanning around in white shirts and leather boots.

Excerpt:  Dragging himself out of those recollections, Harry focused again on Malfoy. There, in the present; striding through the grass as they neared the shade cast by the canopy of leaves before them, not clinging to Harry’s waist as he flew away from heat like dragon’s breath.

Malfoy’s white blonde hair shone in the sunlight, loose and gently curling where it was tucked behind his ears, nothing like the slimy slicked-back style of his childhood. Tall, too, taller than Harry remembered. The crisp white shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows highlighted broad shoulders and surprisingly muscled forearms. Stubble along his jaw glinted, highlighting the mature angles of his face while simultaneously softening them.

Maybe Harry should try focusing on the trees, because clearly both memories and Malfoy himself needed to be out of bounds right now; both more distracting than Harry could have possibly expected.

Read it on Ao3

Notes: To the @hd-fan-fair​ mods - huge thanks for being such an encouraging, supportive, and well-organised bunch. This was my second ever fest and I had a ball writing this.

Drarry | Explicit | 30k | Wandmaker Harry, Wand wood grower Draco, Magical Theory, Wandlore, Draco Malfoy Hot Estate Owner™️, Found Family, Making Out, Frottage

Summary: “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods” Lord Byron.

Harry finds himself unexpectedly reacquainted with Draco Malfoy when his work as an apprentice wandmaker takes him to Wiltshire. Amongst the trees Harry finds magic, growth, and a man who might finally be proving he’s worthy of the wand that chose him.

Hawthorn, Unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably pliant.

A story of found family, trees with feelings, belief in the power of growth, wandlore, and gratuitous description of Handsome Estate Owner™ Draco Malfoy swanning around in white shirts and leather boots.

Excerpt:  Dragging himself out of those recollections, Harry focused again on Malfoy. There, in the present; striding through the grass as they neared the shade cast by the canopy of leaves before them, not clinging to Harry’s waist as he flew away from heat like dragon’s breath. 

Malfoy’s white blonde hair shone in the sunlight, loose and gently curling where it was tucked behind his ears, nothing like the slimy slicked-back style of his childhood. Tall, too, taller than Harry remembered. The crisp white shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows highlighted broad shoulders and surprisingly muscled forearms. Stubble along his jaw glinted, highlighting the mature angles of his face while simultaneously softening them.

Maybe Harry should try focusing on the trees, because clearly both memories and Malfoy himself needed to be out of bounds right now; both more distracting than Harry could have possibly expected. 

Read it on Ao3

Notes: To the @hd-fan-fair​ mods - huge thanks for being such an encouraging, supportive, and well-organised bunch. This was my second ever fest and I had a ball writing this.