#this does not need to be in the sdv tag does it?

[faejilly]

so while my brain shut down and rebooted the last couple weeks (the world is on fire & the husband is a federal employee & the sister is Having Troubles & my PMS is probably turning into pre-menopause and is Kicking My Brain's Ass, so to speak, & just yk Life Is Fraught) I've been playing SDV again, as I never really got a chance to check out all the new 1.6 stuff

(and I was gonna play minimal mods to see how the game itself rebalanced but no, I missed them too much, especially Chests Anywhere and DSV tho I am deeply sad that Less Annoying Flowers is broken 😅)

and rather than make a new farmer I decided I'd replay my original first one (Bethany who married Sebastian and this is part of why I needed DSV because the first time I ever played was on PlayStation and I wanted his piercings and glasses and ao dai this time)

and anyway I have never ever really considered writing fic for SDV but wow I am awash in feels both new and nostalgic

AND MUST SHARE THIS ONE AT LEAST

like

Sebastian who is depressed and doesn't even have a window and then he gets to move to the farm and sit at the window and watch the fruit bats (and I also got him So Many Frogs) and I'm just so 🥹

(also I am about to have a Void Salmon fish pond, and the first clothing I made was the jacket from the frozen tear, and I planted all my tapper trees by the ponds so they're like little forest habitat in my imagination and I am such a nerd y'all)

anyways

that's my brain right now, how are all y'all doing?

[littlehatmouse]

lots of doodles because i forget to post art here most of the time

[unalive-drawer]

Hey??? Man? Is the plant that fascinating?

[marstons-angel]

bright as the morning, soft as the rain

sebastian (stardew valley) x reader

✧ tags : gender neutral reader, canon divergence, a lot of author liberties, alcohol, fluffy, pre-relationship, mildly suggestive but sooo mildly lol.

✧ wc : 3.4k (this is ridiculous lol)

✧ a/n : the thing to get me out of my writing slump being sdv fanfiction is hilarious.

hi! this is the first part to a silly little alternative first kiss series i have planned for the stardew romanceable characters. i think the other ones will be shorter (hopefully but lol).

i will link the rest of them as they get posted. i hope u like. rbs appreciated. also tagging @antique-remains (hi this is fang on my side blog lol)

✧ synopsis : sebastian wants to do anything but think of you. he's failing miserably on that front. sam and abigail are not helping.

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“Earth to Sebastian,” Sam snaps his fingers in front of Sebastian’s face. Sebastian jumps in his skin. “What’s with you today? If you’re not gonna take our pool playing tradition seriously, I’m not playing.”  

He swipes a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. Half-empty Joja-Cola can sits directly besides his pool stick, the faint air of smoke and liquor in the air. Right. He’s here to play pool.  

 He pinches the bridge of his nose with exasperation, shaking off the feeling before scratching the back of his neck.  

“No, sorry. I wanna play, just…give me a sec.”  

“Got something on your mind Seb?”  Abigail prods, unfortunately intuitive. Sebastian scowls at her. She stands to her feet to get closer, sitting on the edge of the pool table with her cheek turned just enough to look at him. Her smile is coy. “A certain someone, maybe?”  

His scowl deepens, lip curled in distaste. “No. Move. You’re in my way.”  

“You’re a bad liar.” Abigail says with a resigned sigh, arms crossed. “You weren’t this spacey last time you dated someone. ”  

“Fuck off,” Sebastian sighs. “It’s not like that yet.”  

Abigail grins before Sebastian can  correct the slip up. “Yet. Yet, he says.” 

Sebastian feels himself blush. “Ugh.” 

He sighs as he stands back up, leaning against his pool stick. Sam stops whatever he was doing (messing with the pool table deliberately, Sebastian assumes), taking newfound interest in the conversation.  

“Oh, you two talking about our new neighbor?” 

“Not really new. It’s been like… what a year or two almost?” Abigail adds. Sam shrugs.  

“That’s true. But it feels new to me anyway.” Sam says. He gives up on pool it seems like, abandoning his stick on the table in favor of navigating to the box pizza balancing on another table nearby and his drink. Sebastian watches him shimmy a slice of the pie, not bothering to blow on it as he eats. “Oh is that why your heads in the clouds? Figures.”  

“I didn’t say that. Abigail said that.”  

“And you’re saying she’s wrong?”  

Sebastian huffs. “…Yes.”  

Sam laughs good-naturedly. “Pfft. Uh-huh, yeah. I super believe you.”  

“Fuck you both.” 

“Come on, Seb. It’s not like everyone in town doesn’t know.”  

Sebastian’s frown deepens. “Not everyone.”  

Sam seats himself on the couch again and Abigail joins him. It creaks under the weight of them as they get comfortable together. Sebastian stays where he is, sitting on the tables edge with a drink in his hand and an itch for a cigarette.  

Sam counts on his fingers. “Your mom knows. My mom knows. Abby’s mom knows. If they all know then our dads definitely also know. Who else does that leave? Our towns tiny dude. Like I’d say Elliot doesn’t, but he’s here on Friday’s and he catches up with gossip all the time. So basically everyone.”  

“…Shit.”  

“See? Told you.”  

Sebastian doesn’t need everyone to know what’s going on between you. He doesn’t even know what’s going on between you. It’s taken him longer than he cares to admit to even acknowledge that there was something there. And he didn’t know it was mutual until recently when Abigail came dropped by to tell him she overheard her dad explaining old Pelican Town traditions on dating and romance. 

(Abigail always describes things in excruciating detail, adding all the bells and whistles. This makes her great to play the Solarion Chronicles with.  

It also makes her  good at artfully recounting interactions. He can easily picture you the way she said she saw you, overalls  half unbuttoned, dirt covered and leaning over the counter just slightly giving Pierre your rapt attention.   

The thought of it is enough to trigger some sense of affection he’s never entirely felt before.)  

It’s not like Sebastian is against the idea of dating you, it’s just— 

“I think you should go out with them Seb. I like ‘em a lot more than your exes.”  

Sebastian sighs. “You guys know why I’m on the fence.”  

Sam shrugs. “Does they even count though? They’re not actually from here. They live here sure but they didn’t grow up here.”  

“Right? That’s what I think too. Might as well go for it.” Abigail shrugs, glancing at Sebastian. “I really don’t get why you’re hesitating. Something else has to bugging you.”  

“I thought that too.” Sam adds. 

A faint blush creeps up his neck. He loves his friends and sometimes, he appreciates how well they know him. Times like this, he thinks it wouldn’t kill them to be a little less perceptive.  

They’re not wrong. It is something of a flimsy excuse to try not to think about you. Sebastian has always had a not dating policy about people he grew up with. He nearly dated Abigail in highschool and it was a shitshow. So he’s vowed to never do it again.  

But that’s not the real reason he’s been rejecting the possibility in his head. He uses it more for himself than anyone else. It’s not like he can give them the real answer because he thinks it’s one hundred times more embarrassing.  

How the fuck is he meant to tell them the reason he keeps hesitating to define your relationship is because he feels like he likes you too much?  

That’s the real reason he’s going in circles about it. It’s so cringe it makes him want to break out in hives but well, it is true. Sebastian likes you—like really fucking likes you—and it’s freaking him out because he thinks it’s the first time he’s really liked anyone.  

Dating has never been all that fun for Sebastian. It wasn’t something that felt meaningful. He dated mostly in college and only one of those relationships lasted a significant amount of time. And even then the relationship was never all that genuine. They ultimately broke up because Sebastian realized they were fundamentally incompatible. As bad as it sounds, there wasn’t a real sense of attachment there, not once. It was just convenient for both of them. He realized at that point he should probably just focus on himself.  

That was about when he moved back home to the valley to live with his family in his post graduation.  

And he had honestly expected it to be another few mundane years, akin to his early adolescence. He was so sure that he would spend it with the same restless feeling in his stomach, the same longing to be somewhere else. If he could never feel any belonging, at least he wanted to be somewhere he could blend in. He thought for sure moving back to Pelican Town was going to be nothing but dreadful and boring and existential. That he would come back and remember why he wanted to leave in the first place.  

Until one day, someone from the city moved into the old, overgrown farm and turned the entirety of the valley upside down.  

When you met for the first time, Sebastian honestly didn’t care. Nothing goes on in Pelican Town, so he figured you’d be the main subject of gossip for a few weeks before ultimately blending into the background of his life just like everyone else. He also didn’t think you’d last long living here. You were part of the corporate rat race he so detests and you didn’t grow up in the valley. It’s a hard place to get used to after living somewhere more populated.  

Against all odds  though - you did stay. And you’ve integrated yourself so much with the people living—himself included here it kind of baffles him. He doesn’t entirely remember what it was like before you came here.   

Sebastian couldn’t have predicted in a million years that that stupid help wanted sign in front of Pierre’s store would start actually being useful. But lo and behold, at least three times a week he finds you with full pockets - jogging after whomever last posted to give them what they need. And you do that without anyone really asking you too.  

You’re just so… helpful. And social in a way he can’t describe. Everyone in town has nothing but nice things to say about you. You’ve given everyone a gift on their birthday thus far. You’re keeping the entire economy afloat with your farm right now and you regularly clear those mines out for monsters. You even paid for the bus to get repaired, too - so now it’s up and running again.  

You’re full of surprises. And easy to adore, himself included.  

What surprises him most often is how easy it is for him to be around you. He doesn’t turn you away even when you visit his room sharply at 9am and hover over him in bed. He doesn’t get even the slightest bit upset when you have a mundane and disruptive conversation hours before he usually gets up. He keeps everything you’ve ever gifted him, and he often thinks of inviting you to things he does with his friends. He smiles when he sees you running around doing some chore, frantic and covered in muck - all mess and sunlight.  

You’re… nice. Honest, hard-working, and cheerful. Kind. Sincere in wanting to know him. You should completely and utterly exhaust him given those are your main characteristics. You should be someone he’s simply fundamentally incompatible with. 

But more than anything, you’re thoughtful. And it disarms him so utterly he feels overwhelmed by the thought. From the start, you put in a lot of effort into maintaining connections and he was no different. It’s just impacted him so much more than he thought it would. If he lets himself think too far on it, he really won’t stop thinking about you.  

To the point he’s been picturing what it’s like to live on the farm.  He’s in deep. 

Despite all of your idiosyncrasies, you really seem to give a shit about things in a way that feels utterly foreign to him. This extends to anything and everything. It extends to Sebastian, and it shows in the ways you don’t undermine him. Little things. You take his work seriously and apologize for disturbing him, you don’t immediately take the side of his family when he talks about them despite being friends with them too, you don’t interrogate him about what he is or is not comfortable with. You show up and linger in his life, and then you go off to your own thing. 

More and more, he gets the urge to stop you before you go. It’s too much. It makes him act…lame and he’s not too fond of it. He’s never really felt this strongly about anyone before and he’s a little bit of a wreck about what it does to him. So it’s not that he doesn’t want to date you, but more that he does so bad he doesn’t even want to admit it.  

 But well.. He isn’t sure it’s even working. As soon as you walk into a room it’s like— 

He’s lost in his thoughts for a while, only to get pulled out of them by some big commotion happening in the main part of the saloon.  

“Ah, you’re here. What perfect timing kid,”   

Shit. Shit  

Only somewhat obscured by the distance and wall separating their space from the bar - Sebastian catches a glimpse of you and feels something uncomfortably warm in his chest. His friends both make little oooh sounds, no doubt planning to do something stupid. He should intervene but he gets too caught up in pretending he doesn’t see you. Turning away stiffly, he pretends to be looking at something else while he listens on your conversation. It’s not too hard to hear, anyway.  

“Hi, Pam.” He can practically hear the smile in your voice. “Here’s your ale. Managed to grow a hops plant indoors this season so the brew is pretty fresh. It’s strong, fair warning.”  

A beat of muffle conversations follows up with a a loud sigh. “That’s exactly what I needed. Your pretty good with your liquor and spirits, huh kid? Thanks for the drink. Here’s what I owe ya.”  

“Selling alcohol under the table at my establishment? Tsk tsk.” Gus adds.  

It’s at this point Sebastian lets himself look at you properly. You lean with your elbows against the counter. You look a mess like usual, but you’ve got on a cowboy hat today that Sebastian finds ridiculously cute. You smile at Gus sheepishly.  

“Sorry. Can I buy myself a drink to make up for it?” You offer.  

“I’ll do you one better and give it to you on the house.”  

“Aw, what? Can’t let you do that Gus.”  

“You can and you will. You’re always looking out for everyone. Here, it’s a nice imported IPA. Nice and cold. Have a drink and go relax. Some of your friends are here too tonight I think.”  

“Oh?”  

On cue, you turn your head to the group of them. When you and Sebastian meet eyes, you brighten visbly - all smiles. He’s so caught up in it, he doesn’t even catch Sam next to him until he throw an arm around his shoulder and waves you over.  

You weave through the tables until you cross the threshold of their little hide-out. Abigail greets you first with a short sidehug before you go over to him and Sam.  

“Hey,”  

“Hi Sam.” You pause, tilting your head. “Did you cut your hair? It’s shorter than usual.”  

Sam beams. “I did! And you’re the first one to notice, other than my mom. Goes to show who my real friends are,”  

Sebastian nudges him, pulling away from his grip. “I see enough of your face everyday. There’s nothing for me to observe.”  

“It looks nice,” You add. Charming and genuine. Sam smiles at you. 

“Thanks,”  

Sebastian is weirdly jealous until you address him in conversation. “Hey to you too Sebastian.”  

His heart thumps. This is ridiculous. He swallows. “Hey. Uh. How have you been?”  

Awkward. So awkward. You smile a little and lean on the pool table besides him with your drink, taking a sip. “Good. Busy as usually getting ready for Winter. Renovated our coop recently so I’ve got a whole bunch of baby bunnies I gotta take care of. Went and bought another heater, some extra hay. Just farm stuff. Not very interesting,”  

“I find it interesting,” He replies quickly. You lip twitches in a smile.  

“I’m glad.”  

“Baby bunnies sound so cute,” Abigail adds. Sebastian glances at her as she joins the rest of them. “What else have you got in there?”  

“A little of everything. Chickens, ducks. I’ve got a void chicken too, kinda freaky. Oh and these little dino looking guys.”  

Abigail looks bright eyed. “Would it be like… weird if I asked to go over? I kinda wanna see them?”  

You laugh. “Not at all. I don’t mind. You could honestly go over whenever but it’s hard to navigate the farm if I’m not there, though I’m trying to fix that this upcoming winter.”  

You glance then at Sebastian, eyes almost sparkling. “You should come over sometime, too. You’d like the void chicken I think. And I’ve got a slime hutch.”  

Sebastian sputters at the obvious invitation only barely managing to cover up the shock to his system. You don’t seem put off, but it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s going to explode.  

Abigail and Sam make not-so-subtle eye contact before Sam clears his throat.  

“Well, uh, me and Abi are gonna head out. We’ve got some stuff to catch up on, but there’s still a few hours until the saloon closes so you two should stay here and finish up  our drinks and stuff. Uh… yeah. See you again,”  

Sam nods, quickly rifling for his things. Abigail follows in his foot steps.  

“Mhm, yep. See you,”  

Sam gives him one last encouraging look before turning around and leaving. The two of them scurry off in a blink of an eye, before Sebastian can get a single word in about the situation or tell them to stay. And now he’s alone with you, quietly wondering if it’s as awkward as it feels.  

You’re the one to break the ice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”  

Sebastian blinks. “Uh no. Not really.”  

“Me either. We should stay back then, for a little while.” You offer with a shrug. “Why not, right?”  

Right. Sebastian is being really chill about this entire interaction. “Right.”  

“I’m glad I got to see you tonight,” You say, out of the blue. Sebastian nearly jumps in his skin at the admission. “I’ve been pretty busy with the growing season ending so I haven’t been you know, able to come by as often. I don’t know if it made a huge difference to you but—“ 

“It did.” He blurts out. Your mouth opens then closes again, a blush crawling up his neck as he tucks his chin in embarrassment. “It was uh, weird for me. I know you’re busy and I like my alone time but I did… miss you.” 

“Yeah?”  

He’s almost too afraid to meet your eyes. When he manages  - you’re smiling fondly, sweetly with a sense of amusement. It rolls off of you in waves and it becomes clear to him in that split second that you don’t really intend to hide how you feel despite him being so hellbent on making sure he does. You’re not hiding that you like him. It feels stupidly warm and fuzzy.  

You look like you’ve been working all day and you smell a little like grass and rain in a way that makes him want to draw that much closer to you. So he does, leaving into your space.  

“Yeah.” He manages, barely getting the words out without being a complete wreck. “It’s new for me.”  

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever they say.” And then, even more sweetly. “I missed you too.”  

Fuck. You’re… fuck.  

Sebastian pretends to wipe something from his face just to cover it and make his blush less obvious. This is embarrassing. He likes you so much and for what.  

There’s a million things he wants to tell you but he can’t find the words for any of them. So he tucks in on himself and wonders how the fuck he would ever go about actually dating you.  

You inch closer to him. Tentative, until your thighs are touching. He doesn’t move away.  

Suddenly, you’re close to him than you’ve ever been. Looking from the corner of your eye, Sebastian turns his head to meet your gaze. You’re an inch apart, and he’s looking at your lips - slightly chapped from the weather. The faint scent of alcohol on your breath makes him dizzy. Your smile is what does him in ultimately. A subtle tug at the corners of your mouth, a little teeth. Something about it precious.  

“Hey,” You mutter.  

“Hm,”  

“Can I kiss you?” 

He responds with leaning forward to do it first. It’s chaste and easy, and he does it because you’ve already taken so many first steps and he should, at least, take this one. So he leans into kiss you and it feels like his whole body is melting. It’s brief and light and he pulls away before it feels like it should be over.  

You part for a breath, a single heartbeat - before your hands go up to cradle the side of his face. You kiss him deeper that time. A real kiss where he can taste you enough to know that you drank - one he would only want to do in the privacy of this confined spaced. He feels you in your entirety  - returns your gesture with a careful hand on your waist that you don’t pull away from.  

And it doesn’t stop. Like neither of you want it too, despite everything else. Despite the fact he’s doing this in the bar of his hometown where everyone will gossip about it without doubt, and despite knowing that  - the drive to kiss you is stronger than his usual sensibilities. So you kiss and kiss and kiss, short presses followed by long, firm ones. A slight brush of tongue, the soft nip of teeth as you tease and tug. All mirth and amusement and fondness and bravery and god he is so into you it’s ridiculous.  

You manage to pull away from each other after a while. His lips are tingly. And there’s a sheepishness to you both that makes it hard for him to look your way.  

“Hey, Sebastian.”  

He clears his throat.  

“Uh. Yeah?”  

“I’m gonna ask you out tomorrow. Properly.”  

He blushes. “…I’d be cool with that.”  

You grin. “Yeah?”   

Shit he’s happy. He is not gonna get a lick of sleep tonight. He smiles a little to himself.  

“Yeah.”  

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[kitsuga]

love is gross. {Sebastian x Reader/Farmer}

Description: 

A fic in which Sebastian finds that love is... a “gross” change of pace. 

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Tags: fluff, reader is referred to as "Farmer"!, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, stardew valley/sdv x reader/farmer, sebastian x reader/farmer, stardew valley/sdv, sebastian

Word Count: 1,666

A/N: Written on: February 9, 2023 

I think he’d be so conflicted learning to love and be loved because itd ruin his apathetic image come on now who does he think he is? Anyway, I love sebby if no one could tell 

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He was going to run a hole into the ground. 

The way Sebastian paced back and forth all day, there was no way there wasn’t a dip in the floor from where he had been. His feet were tired, but he couldn’t sit anywhere for very long. 

It wasn’t that he was bored or didn’t have anything to do. Really, he was thankful for the peace living on the farm had given him, it was a welcome day of rest. Or, should he say restless? He heaved a heavy sigh and got up from the couch to pace around the front room once again. 

The light of day had started fading, and the colours from the sky illuminated through the front windows. Even hues of gold couldn’t shine upon an answer for him; it was there, surely, painted in bright colours and shining lights, but he’d much rather turn his sights towards the unassuming darkness and question the shadows. The home had felt empty, and he had been perpetually cold; it didn’t take a genius to tell what was wrong—he had been restless because his spouse had left before he had woken up this morning and he hadn’t seen them all day—but he refused to admit this to himself. 

It was still a weird feeling, loving and being loved. Sebastian wasn’t sure what to make of it, really. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted—needed—someone. To hold them close, to share in their warmth, to feel wanted and safe while making sure they felt the same—all odd feelings and gestures on his end, at least. It was always stiff when he first started out, in their early days of dating. He got comfortable as time went on, of course, but what of marriage? It made him start over from the beginning, afraid of his feelings and of the Farmer’s-- after all, he had much more to lose now than he did then. 

It was new, welcomed, but new. Teaching old dogs new tricks was difficult, but he’d certainly been trying—the Farmer knew that—or, so Sebastian hoped they did. He wasn’t the best at showing them how he felt, but he surely did love them; never did he think he could be so... lovey dovey, so touchy feely, so... clingy. He didn’t want to admit these things; they made him cringe when he thought about actually doing it in practice rather than just in spirit. The feeling of wanting to run his fingers through their hair at the end of the day, to bury his head in the crook of their neck as they did anything in front of him, wanting to hold their hand during every waking moment of the day or kiss every inch of their skin he could get his lips on—he paused a moment to shake the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t need to be all over them, he could handle being on his own, to handle himself without need to hold their hand or hold them against him... or massage their shoulders after a hard day... or to gently wipe the dirt from their face before leaning in-- 

Sebastian shook his head once again to dispel the thoughts. He gave another heavy sigh and turned towards the front window, noticing now how the golden light had faded into a soft purple, the hints of orange illuminate enough to cast a long shadow down the farm's pathway. He rushed to the front door, embarrassingly, he thought, and opened it to find his spouse reaching the bottom of the porch's steps. They looked up to him and gave a big, loving smile without so much as a hint of exhaustion in their eyes when they found their way to his. 

“Hi Sebby! Did ya have a nice day?” 

“Mmm.” He grunted, still standing in the doorway. 

“’Mmm’,” They mocked playfully. “Sounds exhilarating. I, however, am tired.” 

They stretched out their back a moment before moving onto their arms, paying extra attention to the stretching of their shoulders. Sebastian watched carefully as they put down their equipment next to the steps and sat at the edge of the porch to rest their aching muscles; he quickly closed the door behind him and shuffled to stand awkwardly nearby them without saying a word. Embarrassing. Cringe-worthy, he thought to himself. How pathetic, he couldn’t help but think. Of course they just want to be alone and rest for a moment, they had been working so hard while all he did was pace around waiting for them like some lost puppy. 

The obsidian haired boy’s thoughts stopped in their tracks when he noticed them lean back on their hands and bend a bit backwards to look up at him. He blinked a few times to put himself back together and cleared his throat before speaking. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” 

“I asked what you were up to, silly.”  

“Oh... uh... nothing.” 

“Nothing?”  

“Nothing. Just standing here.” 

“Oh, well... alright then.”  

They continued staring at him; it was almost as if they could see straight through him and into his soul—maybe they saw all the turmoil brewing in his heart and mind all day. He was pretty sure they were a mind reader as soon as they spoke again. Or, maybe, they just knew him really well. 

“Overthinking today?” 

A split second of surprise on his end caused the Farmer to smile again; that damn smile was so warm, so loving, Sebastian thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the spot. Third time’s the charm as he sighed again, his chest now feeling tight as the knots in his heart grew larger. He stood there but couldn’t get himself to stand still; he shifted his weight from one foot to the other every handful of seconds while he tried to change the subject. 

“How was your day? Besides being tired, I mean.” 

His love gave him a pout, unconvinced about his subject change. He was glad they entertained him, though. 

“It was good; crops are growing well but I’m a little scuffed from the mines today.” 

“I told you to be careful and gear up when you went in there,” he bit his tongue and knit his brows together when he realized how venomous his words came out when he only meant to show concern. 

“Haha,” they simply closed their eyes and gave a toothy grin, “I know, I know.” 

Sebastian was lucky, he thought, that he had them. They could tell what his words mean, or lack thereof. In fact, he was just lucky in general that they had stayed with him regardless of how cold he was—he knew that. He was lucky he had everything—them, this house, the view. 

His eyes flicked between the setting sun on the horizon and the person sitting in front of him. The air was starting to chill just slightly, and the silence around them echoed but held no malice. He watched the gentle rise and fall of their shoulders from their levelled breathing, and how fixed their eyes were on the oncoming night. He wanted them, he thought, he wanted to simply bask in the warmth of their proximity and surely that would be enough love for him to live on for the rest of his days.  

Awkwardly and with an embarrassingly loud thud, Sebastian plopped down to sit on the step beside them. The silence remained, he thought he’d have to cut the tension with a knife; when he looked at their face, however... the exhaustion in the way the corners of their smile still soldier on and stand tall, the light of day slowly fading from the colour of their eyes, and the amount of love and appreciation for the life they get to live illuminating every curve of their features—everything was so breathtakingly beautiful. There was no tension, he had to realize and remind himself, there was only love poured into him day after day by the person who owned his entire world and held his very heart in their hands. How could he ever fret over feeling this way?  

There was no need for stiffness, he thought. No need for worry or for keeping up appearances. No need to burden himself and the Farmer with the shadows in his heart—not when they were there to hold the lantern with a smile so large they couldn’t keep their eyes open. He shifted and scooted over closer to them, almost hip to hip, before leaning his head against their shoulder. His heart raced and played a thrilling melody in his ears until the quiet laughter from under their breath played a new tune; they placed their head against his as well and interlaced their fingers with his, the warmth of their hand warming up his entire body as if the sun from their heart made its way through his veins. 

Or maybe it was the heat from blushing that spread across his body. Sebastian wasn’t so sure anymore, but he didn’t think about it too hard—or rather, he couldn’t think about it at all. The Farmer softly, as though he were going to break, ran their thumb over his—slowly, gently, a small action packed full of emotion and care that dispelled any and all shadows that clouded his mind.  

The night came out, but neither him nor his love made any movement to go inside. With all eyes closed, they simply existed with one another, warming the other up and creating their own space in the world. He got to place his heart in their hands at the end of each night and replace the hole in his chest with their own heartbeat. Sebastian felt happy—loved; he felt like he truly mattered in the world and that someone cared to have him in it.  

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, he thought, to be so grossly lovey dovey.  

[yyokkki]

Warning: Chapter 6 spoilers? Vaguely??

Idia Shroud

A hermit that claims to be a game developer! He’s not lying but he has omitted some details about his family business that he’s been working with remotely.

Owns a house that he lives in with his little brother Ortho who does all the grocery shopping!

Created Ortho after a terrible tragedy with the help of a mage (not the local one).

Would never willingly take part in the town festivals but Ortho hides all the food in the house on those days so he has no choice but to eat the festival food if he doesn’t want to starve…

Plays board games with Azul every Monday in his house.

Is often found in his room… And sometimes by the lake late at night (Ortho kicks him out to get fresh air).

Loved Gifts: Pomegranate, Any Candy, Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar. Universal Loves

“!! T-thanks, you’re not bad, farmer.”

For Battery Pack and Iridium Bar: “Huh, I needed these for some of Ortho’s new upgrades… Thanks farmer.”

Hated Gifts: Sashimi, Any Fish, Universal Hates

“...Normies like you are the reason why I stay inside.”

Ortho Shroud

The resident sunshine child and Idia’s little brother!

He’s a robot that doesn’t require food to survive but with the power of the world wide web, he can do anything in the world!

He has a lot of healing equipment installed in him so he kinda turned into the town’s informal doctor by default! Is usually the one who treats you whenever you pass out in the mines.

He has a bunch of different gears but the most commonly seen ones are for each season and beach wear.

Absolutely obliterates the competition at every egg festival (Floyd is so mad about it). The hunt is like 10x harder for you in this universe particularly all because of him.

Joins Vil in the library every Thursday for film appreciation! He takes part in the plays along with the other children! 

Doesn’t attend school the way the other kids do but he does sit in and gives his own lectures every once in a while.

Is often found at his house or in the town square chatting with the other kids and residents!

Loved Gifts: Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar, Radioactive Bar, Universal Loves

“Thank you, farmer! This will be useful for data collection!”

Hated Gifts: Bombs, Poisonous Mushrooms, Universal Hates

“My sensors say that this is a highly dangerous object! Activating Energy Cannon!

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[farmerstarter]

hello ! i don't know if you take requests and if you do, i don't know if they're open but i'd love to read some of your leah headcanons. (feel free to delete this if i'm accidentally breaking the rules, etc etc, i completely understand !)

ʚ🌲ɞ ˚ · . Random Leah HCs :

Tags: Leah from SDV x gn! reader

Thank you so much for the request anon! I hope you enjoy these. I've been planning on romancing Leah in one (of many) saves of mine but I would always end up not doing it ^^; This was a delight to write! Have a great day/night 🤍🌷

🌲 You met Leah while you were foraging in Cindersnap Forest. She said she was trying to find some food by seeing what nature has to offer. And she enthusiastically showed you all the best areas for things such as spring onions and quality leeks. She also gave you a short lesson on what you can and cannot eat, not wanting her new neighbor to get a real bad stomach ache from a mushroom you found and decided to eat. You two made it a habit to forage together. Sometimes, she would put the better foragables in your backpack without you looking.

🌲 Leah likes to cook. The both of you would have picnics by the lake every other Sunday, showcasing whatever you two whipped up. Along with that, you and Leah would paint until the day ends. You would always draw her. And Leah would always keep your drawings in a little book. They may not be the best but she cherishes each one of them.

🌲 You're her personal source of hardwood. She appreciates all the things you give her that would help her in sculpting. You'd show her the weirdly shaped driftwood you would find while fishing and she would ask to keep it for her to use in one of her projects.

🌲 Sometimes (almost always, actually) Leah would accidentally make too much wild mushroom stir fry or fruit salad, and she'll go to your farm to give the extra to you.

🌲 Leah invites you over to her cabin for most of winter. The two of you would drink cider and you would be snuggled in her many quilts, watching her make a collage of dried leaves the two of you collected in fall.

🌲 Leah and Robin often hang out to discuss carpentry. When Robin mentions that she's building a chicken coop for your farm, Leah would pipe in with little ideas to make the coop look better. You especially love the drawing of a chicken that's engraved on the coop door. It was Leah's idea, even engraved it herself. She does that sometimes. Just get a chisel and chip on little designs on your fences and shipping bin. You enjoy finding them.

🌲 She's very adamant that you let her help you with farm work. She doesn't like to stay indoors when she has art block so she insists that she help you with anything you need. The two of you make a pretty good team. You'd hoe the dirt and Leah would plant the seeds. Afterwards, the two of you work together to water each crop, often starting at opposite ends of the field before meeting in the middle.

🌲 Leah helps Marnie take care of her animals sometimes. She is especially fond of rabbits and she was more than thrilled when you bought your first one from Marnie.

🌲 You definitely give Leah some of your harvested crops. You pile them in a little basket and place it in front of her door the first thing in the morning. She found out it was you after Elliott accidentally revealed it to her while they were hanging out in the Saloon. Elliott wouldn't stop apologizing to you for a solid week.

🌲 She makes you little bracelets out of flowers 🥺

[halixius]

1, 3 (if it's applicable), and 5 for the Nico questions! :3

Also thank you for the tag, I reblogged this a week ago! I still have asks to answer from it so I should probably do that… and if you want to send me some you can but no pressure!

not me checking your blog every time i need to figure out how to do tumblr things. thank you for asking!

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? Nico wears blue jeans and white tees the most (#justfarmerthings) but his favorite colors to accessorize or dress up with are orange and lavender. Orange sweater with a lavender scarf over white/grey pants? Hell yeah, core Autumn fit.

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon? His words are his weapon. Disarming people with flirtatious charm, soothing and de-escalating with patience and understanding, or getting someone riled up with a bit of cheeky poking and prodding. Nico is not a fighter and he does not fw the mines or related in-game SDV things. If he had to choose a physical weapon, however, I could see him with brass knuckles - not engaging in confrontation until his personal space is breached and he has little choice but to defend himself.

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics? As above, daily wear on the farm is jeans and t-shirt, work boots, flannel or jacket if applicable. His non-work clothes definitely lean more aesthetic. He loves a nice cardigan and v-neck combo, sweaters in general, dress boots with a heel for the click-clacks. If he's really dressing up, his favorite piece is a sport jacket with a nice contrasting floral lining. He includes a lot of colors, sometimes in subtle splashes against a grey or white base, other times as the main feature.

oc ask game

[benjineedssleep]

hey. hey. have you talked about which songs (origami angel specifically) are sam/sambastian/sebastian/etc yet or do i have to pull that information out of you by force (<- spreading origami angel in love with your best friend propaganda)

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for fucking AGES because i could not find the words to express myself. it genuinely required more thought than d's viva piñata ask (which, pt 2 to that soon). god i fucking LOVE when you guys hit me with the "so tell me about this niche interest of yours" IT MAKES ME CRAZY /POS anyway, for those of you who are new here or don't know the context, origami angel is the reason my long fic seasons (tagged) exists. i got back into them and sdv at a similar time and genuinely bro, i cannot separate the two. i recommend reading this post for further context. it'll help you understand why this ask means so much to me hehe

but if you don't really care to read that or this post, check the below playlist out. it's got all the songs i talk about here that remind me of sam/seb/sambastian (half origami angel ofc bc of the ask).

the rest of the post and all my thoughts can be found below the cut! i'd love to hear what you think :3

gonna start off strong here with second best friend. if we're talking sambastian as a ship, this is perhaps THE sambastian song. maybe not the way everyone writes them, but paired with the fact i write abby and seb to be best friends before sam came around, i think it fits. abby is seb's rock and i can only imagine sam just feels there sometimes. not that he's less of seb's friend than abby is, but he feels different since he has feelings for him. he doesn't just want to be his second best friend, he wants to be his boyfriend.

the song really does feel like sam trying his hardest to impress seb, doing stupid shit in the process, and never really getting anywhere. i've read plenty of sambastian fics like this and even in some of the things i write he goes out of his way to be noticed in a way sebastian dismisses in one way or another.

it's also a really "trying to get over you" kind of song. not perfect for seasons since it takes place after they've all graduated high school, but i can see in other instances sam being very fond of seb growing up and thinking back on it when seb's got another partner, when he's just had a break up, etc. etc. like he wishes he were seb's, but seb's always got someone else.

there's also the idea that seb's partners might also be his best friends. his best friend and his partner, so sam always feels second to whoever seb is dating at the time. you can really spin this song and the concepts a number of ways for sambastian XD

not origami angel, but similar to second best friend so i wanted to include it here. this song is just a sam song. it's about him and farmer. if you listen to it i think it's pretty self explanatory. sam is the lead, abby and seb are his two best friends, the subject is farmer.

i mentioned this briefly in my 'context' post, but this can really swing either way when it comes to sam and seb. i think it perfectly describes their friendship but i can also see it as something sam writes about seb, for seb, and just hopes he doesn't think too much about it.

if you just look at the lyrics (some of which i've copied below) you can see exactly what i mean. you could not pay me to believe sam has not busted down seb's door late at night when seb's having a rough time with work or a depressive episode and forced him to take a night drive. maybe there were even times seb reached out asking for one and no matter what time it was sam would be up and ready to sneak out his house to go be there for sebastian.

the first two verses are great, but this one in particular is so them:

All you need to do is call me And I'll take Kenilworth Avenue to 193 And we can get fries under dark stormy skies And blow the thunder and lightning away I'll text you when I'm on my way I'll do anything that it takes, drive-thru the thunder and rain So we can fill up both of our water cups With Dr. Pepper and then act like we paid It'll be okay

lots of somewhere city songs on here because i think the entire album is so... them but we're only gonna talk about three in particular.

this one is a bit less specific, but i do think if you want to dive into shipping territory it really can work for them. i dunno i just feel like even conceptually, telling someone they're the answer to several if not all of your problems is like... REALLY SWEET. maybe that's weird? but i do think that despite everything, sam's still there, he still wants seb around, loves him, etc. they're both fucked up in their own way but being friends/lovers is healing for them.

last somewhere city song but guys, listen to me. LISTEN TO ME--

In this town we call our home It's way too dark to be alone I don't know how you see the light all on your own So tell me all about the life you live Tell me all the things that you would give to be someone new I think you're better being you

BUT ALSO!!!

I know it's hard to feel like yourself When they see you and say you're somebody else But I know you I know you I know it's tough, and that you've had enough But if you feel like nobody does I love you I love you And I won't give up that easily Let me show you what I know You're the goddamn king of the universe Even when it feels like it can't get worse All you need to do is find your Throne And you'll never be alone, you'll never be alone

sebastian hates himself, we all know this. the way he treats let's say, maru, is in part a reflection of how he views himself. he doesn't think he's enough for people despite the things he does. like he has a whole ass stable (enough) job and people don't take it seriously. that fucks a person up. but also, i write him as someone who might try to do better and not enjoy all the shocked comments people make about him "never being the one to do" something. and to try and be better and maybe fail, still make mistakes. so i can see sam writing this song to remind him that things will be okay and despite what everyone might say he sees sebastian for who he truly is beneath all the stress he endures and his problems. and that he doesn't have to go out of his way to be someone else (like getting a new job) just to please other people. he's okay being him.

self-destruct is a really sebastian song. i cannot make it any more clear than the lyrics do. it's so anxiety ridden, so full of self doubt. the fact it's called self-destruct is even better because i just feel like he's the kinda guy to ruin all kinds of relationships he has by assuming the worst of people. but he doesn't mean to and that alone haunts him.

i think i have said this ONCE and to maybe TWO PEOPLE but this song is chronically sam. it's not perfect but the way i see it is almost like a heavily covered up song about how sam feels about kent being away at war and being responsible for both his mom and especially vincent.

i'm particularly fond of these lines:

But the man in the doorway, he always had better plans 'Cause an idle mind is the fault of idle hands And you can't break the boy to forge a better man

i just... i don't know. i feel like when kent left for the last time (which i hc to be while sam was still in high school; i mess with the tl a bit) he told sam that he had to step up and be the man of the house now. i don't think he meant anything malicious by it but i do think he was worried he would never come back home and almost wanted to prepare sam for it. but he waited until the last minute to say this, right when he was heading out, and it really was the moment when the last of sam's childhood was ripped from right up underneath him.

no matter what sam wants to be he knows he first has to be there for his family. i'm sure he also desperately wants to move back to the city, maybe even go with sebastian so he at least has a friend, but he knows he can't disappoint his dad or leave his mom and brother behind. he has to support them any way he can, whether it be emotionally, monetarily, or something else. is he a better person because of these circumstances? debatable. i think it's just leaving him with long term trauma he buries beneath a smile so he doesn't fall apart.

this is a little random of a song to associate with sebastian but i really do think it fits and it's one of two songs that i cannot help but attach to him. it's just so moody and mopey and it feels raw in the sense it's honest. i don't think sebastian realizes people do actually love and care for him. i think he defaults to thinking everyone hates him or thinks poorly of him because he perceives himself as the worst person to ever exist. a lot of his problems are self assigned, self destructive like i said. at times these feelings almost make him want to give up and on the off chance someone does say something outright awful about him it's only reinforcing how he feels. it makes him not want to be around anyone anymore, why he isolates himself in his room and only goes out when it's quiet or finds a quiet place to smoke.

i dunno this is just something you have to listen to, the instrumentals for me are as important as the lyrics.

this song. guys. this SONG is a lyrical masterpiece. it's fast and messy and at times heart wrenching and there are SO many lines that feel very sebastian to me. my favorite has to be the bit about socially teething and i actually use that phrase as the title to the first chapter of seasons. it's perfect, it's him, and i cannot convey to you in words. you just have to listen to it. also it's the second song i cannot help associate with him, right up there with worm food

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okay okay okay i have a LOT of songs here and tumblr is telling me i'm only allowed to put 10 audios per post so uh, i guess i'll stop here for now. i have a few other songs (including some more origami angel songs) that i could put here but i think i'll leave it at that.

if you're interested in a part two lmk because i have some thoughts about maru & seb, haley/abby, seb/alex, and some other pairings and ships! i like music a lot LOLOLOL

[samsammysamson-archive]

Alright! Some small things I'm writing out to clear my head before I go to bed on things I plan to do!

we have the new tag "#🎵 anon horror saga" for the whack shit that went down today. block the tag if you need, since 🎵 will be coming around more in the future!

i'm going to STOP using the tags "sdv sam" and "sdv" to stop flooding the main fandom tags for a bit. I want those tags to have fanart and to let peoples normal posts shine. I am a no-lifer who does this way too much (/silly) so i don't wanna bug the people who are just tryna vibe.

of course we will still stay in the "sdv ask blog" tag.

Moving forward, if you wanna make a weird character to torment Sam with, we TOTALLY encourage it. it's fun! but PLEASE let us know beforehand that you plan to do this, and how you plan to identify yourself if you're on anon. (/nm) We'll make a special tag for you right away, so people can either block the tag and keep their dashes clean, or go back and relive the horror for funsies!

With that being said, use common sense when making your weird characters. We haven't gotten anything too out of line, so this is not directed at anybody. Be weird little freaks, but don't be bigoted or anything like that. That's not gonna be tolerated. (I have high doubts that we would ever get that though.)

Know that if there is ever anything that is considered to be too far, it just WILL NOT BE POSTED. And this even goes for if I as the mod am just uncomfortable. If you guys are seeing it, that means I'm totally fine, and having a good time. So don't worry about me!

Seriously, though, this silly little blog has gotten SO much bigger than I have ever expected. Every single day I'm waking up to new shenanigans, and it's giving me a reason to want to get out of bed every day. (/gen) Thank you guys so much for all the fun we've been having. It's been a journey trying to figure out how to do this (I never thought an ask blog could get crazy fun like this lol), so thank you guys for your patience as I figure out exactly how to go about managing these very strange scenarios that are obviously not normal ask blog things. Let's keep this up, cuz it's fun as all hell, and work towards making sure everything is safe and healthy.

Pinned to be updated with these things !

[stars-mischief-archive]

heya~~

this is just for archival purposes~~

be sure to follow my new account over at @stars-mailbox (it'll soon be changed to this old url once tumblr gives it back <3)

the name is star a. nonymous, but you can call me star or "star nonnie"! (though, some people call me starry, hehe~~)

he/they, 22 years old!

trans masculine & unlabeled queer.

autism and audhd.

i'm pelican town's resident silly guy! i love telling jokes and puns.

i don't bite - most of the time anyway~~

i love giving people fun nicknames!

feel free to send me any questions, hehe (=^__^=)

star's ref sheet

starry's space jams (his playlist)

⭐ rules ⭐

this is for fun! star is an oc i created :3

you can flirt with him, if you'd like!

multiship is okay!**

friendships are always welcomed, too!

** if you have a ship in mind, please contact me. HOWEVER i must ask that you be at least 17-18 years old for direct blog x blog shipping. im all for it, stars has a lot of love to go around, but writing in a romantic or flirting way to anyone younger than this makes me highly uncomfortable!

basic rules: no bigotry of ANY kind! -- it will not be tolerated and that's not gonna get posted ??

no irl religion or politics! in game versions of these are fair game.

you can also ask him his opinions on other villagers!

nsfw JOKES are okay, no actual nsfw please ;;

in character interactions are so fun and welcomed!

you should totally ask questions and try to get lore about stars hehe~~

ALSO: if you don't see your ask answered, tumblr probably ate it.. it does that sometimes. just send it again. however, sometimes i do not know how to answer the asks so i just. don't. i reserve the right to delete any asks that make me or star uncomfortable. i can and will block, if needed.

i love sharing his lore and letting star show sides other than his silly guy side, but don't just randomly send something with the intent of causing angst. (especially without warning ;;)

i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with an onslaught of angst, so feel free to block the #💫 star angst 💫 tag! or read through it, if you want!

along with this, all new angst posts will not have any of the sdv tags - they will typically just be "ask star", "star angst" and "insecurity unlock"/"lore unlocked" (depending on if it fits)

anyway, if anyone intends to stir up some angst heavy interactions, maybe.. tone it down just a smidge and at least let me know (either before hand via dm or in the notes of your ask) that it's a prompt and not intended to be malicious.

this is a side blog so unfortunately i cannot follow you back :( but - if you are also an ask blog - i can follow you on my willy blog ( @fishingwithwilly )

admin is @moonferry (he/they) and is 18! you can call me pip.

this is a sdv oc! sprites are edited by me (though i may have help sometimes)

we're here to be silly and have fun, ya know?

⭐ now for starry's likes and dislikes! ⭐

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (loves): alex's magic hairgel, pizza, pickles, cheese, prismatic shards (& all other gemstones), ice cream, joja cola, midnight carp, sunflowers, pancakes, strawberries

ヾ(≧へ≦)〃(hates): spaghetti, carrots, fish taco, octopus (and all fish except midnight carp), all mushrooms, pumpkin pie, baked fish, stuffing, all cakes. all food items containing fish.

tags:

#starry's jokes - jokes by yours truly!

#starry's chats - talking to other people~

#long rb / #reblog - reblogging interactions!

#samstar / #deathstar sdv / #starfish ⭐🐟 - star being goofy with his people!~

#⭐ lore unlocked ⭐ - any lore or headcanons you've unlocked about the star man!

#⭐ insecurity unlocked ⭐ - things you've discovered that push starry's buttons (not in a good way)

#💛 star arts 💛 - art of star guy..

#💫 star angst 💫 - angst snippets

#star shenanigans - goofy guy being goofy / the "not asks" posts!

divider credit // x

[spacecadet-sims]

After the argument with Marnie, Shane did what he did best. He drank himself into a self-depreciating stupor, and got kicked out of the bar. In the midst of a rage, a pair of footsteps approached; a calm voice just trying to help.

Angry, drunk and unreasonable, he pushed you away. He doesn't want your help. He doesn't need your help. He doesn't need anyone.

Shane doesn't know you. He doesn't want to know you. There's nothing you can do for him.

But, why does he keep thinking about you after the fact?

@spacecadet-sims' Simdew Valley Shane Spouse Application below:

Leah's Application Here Elliott's Application Here

Who's the you that just wanted to help Shane while he was down? Please fill out the application under the cut for consideration.

Rules:

Human sims only.

Any gender, race, etc.

Please complete 2 everyday looks, and one look for each other category. CC is fine and encouraged. Limit use of alpha hair, please.

Tag your submission with #spacecadetsdv and @ me in the post.

Application:

Name: Age: Gender & Sexuality: Pronouns: Occupation: Traits: Aspiration: Likes: Dislikes: Misc. Facts: Bio:

If selected, please ready a file that includes all the cc for your sim. :) Let me know if you have any questions! All of the 11 other singles in Pelican Town will be available as well once I complete their houses. I may include the SDV Expanded sims since I figured out how to get them back into my game. I haven't decided. If you're interested in one of them or another NPC from the game (Gus, Willy, Marlon, etc), let me know!

[kitsuga]

To be, or not to be, ripe. {Elliott x Reader/Farmer}

Description: 

A fic in which Elliott realizes he cannot be good at everything.

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Tags: fluff, is this how you know fruit is ripe? who knows. i dont and neither does elliott, reminder mods have ruined my life idk what is or isnt ooc anymore!, reader is referred to as "Farmer"!, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, stardew valley/sdv x reader/farmer, elliot x reader/farmer, stardew valley/sdv, elliott

Word Count: 2,361

A/N: Written on: October 3, 2022 

look, ive lived in the country a good chunk of my life but I have not even a HINT of a green thumb so I will put my woes on Elliott and have him suffer with me 

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Elliott had a way with words, but he wasn’t quite sure how those same words landed him where he was today—in fact, he was fairly certain he ended up somewhere he was simply not built for.  

The sun had its eyes just barely above the horizon, causing Elliott to shield his own-- peeking ever so slightly through his fingers at the scenery that awaited him. It was serene, beautiful; such a vast change of pace to what he was used to, and it was very welcomed. How he ever got so lucky to find love with the Farmer, he would never know, but waking up after a night stayed at their farm was such a nice, emotional reset. He sighed lovingly when he felt their touch brush across his back.  

“Good morning, my love.”  

“Good morning,” they leaned in for a short kiss before leaning against the porch railing beside him, “you’re up early.”  

“The sun was calling me today.”  

“Funny, it called me too. Only,” they sighed and stood straight, stretching a bit, “it called me in for work. What do you think you’ll do today?”  

It was when they hopped off of the farmhouse porch and stood just a little below him that he noticed them dressed and ready for the day of hard work ahead of them. The dew had only just set, yet, they stood tall and light on their toes as they just barely bounced between the balls of their feet a tad bit antsy. Elliott’s heart skipped a beat and couldn’t help the loving smile that grew on his lips.  

“Hmm, I suppose I’ll work as well. Is there something I can help you with, darling?”  

Their eyes widened with surprise, quickly closing to make way for their reassuring smile. 

“You don’t need to help, it’s alright. I’ve got it.” 

“Oh, come on. Don’t trust me?” 

“It’s not that--” 

“Then?” 

The Farmer sighed and hung their head a bit in shame, an apologetic smile on their lips. Elliott had no time to be upset by their words, though, as a light-hearted laugh bubbled up through his chest. He shook his head to dispel their worries; a kind smile crawled into the creases around his eyes as he spoke again. 

“Worry not. I may not be very versed in the ways of farming, but surely there’s something I can do to ease your workload? Anything at all? I’d really like to help you out, my love.” 

The Farmer’s lips twisted to the side in thought as they looked around at the vast land and various crops growing behind them. It was almost like Elliott could see the exclamation mark appear above their head when an idea came to them; they turned back to him so quickly with a large smile and gestured towards the growing patch of watermelons a bit across the way. 

“Well, some of those should be ready to go, if you’d like to pick them! You can pick the ripe ones and soon as I’m done over in the radishes, I’ll come by with the wheelbarrow.”  

Elliott stared out at the patch of green, appearing zoned out and stoic. The Farmer’s smile waivered a bit as they noticed his indifference and quickly spoke again. 

“Um, if that’s okay with you? You don’t have to, obviously--” 

“Oh,” Elliott snapped out of his trance and shook his head. “Of course it’s okay, I was just admiring, is all. I’ll go ahead and get started then, darling. I’ll see you soon.” 

He quickly left the farmhouse porch, kissing the Farmer’s cheek just as quickly before speeding off towards the patch of watermelons. The Farmer followed him with their eyes, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion before shaking it off and heading towards their own patch of ready to harvest crops.  

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Elliott was definitely not in his element.  

Standing in the middle of the patch, he had no idea which watermelons were ready to pick, and which had more maturing to do. They all looked green—surely it wasn’t a matter of colour? Or was it? Was he to count the lines on the melon and see if they hit a certain amount? No, that was ridiculous. Regardless, Elliott had never had the pleasure of growing nor harvesting his own watermelon, among other things, and was definitely lost. He could pick a good one out at the market! But harvesting? Certainly, a whole different ball game. They had to be just a bit before being perfectly ripe so they could ripen a bit in the bin before selling, right? But, just how much before they were perfectly ripe should they be pulled? Or, did they have to be pre-ripe at all? He didn’t know! Elliott swallowed and sighed heavily. Why didn’t he simply ask his partner what he was looking for? Why must pride get in his way?  

He looked among the melon patch again, looking for at least one to go based off of. His eyes landed on one melon—a bit on the small size—but it seemed to be the perfect shade of green; the stripes were nice and dark, not too many of them, and the melon was almost so perfectly round. That was it! The perfect melon, he thought. Elliott cut it from the stem and rolled it out into the open and moved to the next nice one a few melons down. He continued going up and down the lines picking the nice, hand-sized, rounder melons and skipping ones he considered too small, and ones he considered too large, not green enough, or oval shaped. 

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he stood up straight with his hands on his hips, chest puffed out in pride. It wasn’t very many melons, he thought to himself, just a handful. Would that be enough for the Farmer? He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about it a bit more, though his thoughts were cut off once the Farmer walked up behind him with the wheelbarrow and called out to him. 

“Hey! Done already?”  

“Oh, there you are!” Elliott turned to them with a smile so big it threatened to crack his face in half. “You worked fairly quick as well.”  

“Yeah, not a lot of them were very ripe so I didn’t have too many to grab. It’s been a good hour, though, Elliott.” 

“Has it been?” Elliott exclaimed, completely flabbergasted. “I guess the time really flew by. I guess that’s what you mean when you say there really feels like there isn’t enough time in the day.” 

“I told you! The day just flies right on by!” They moved to stand next to him and linked their arm with his. “Let's take a look at the haul today!” 

The Farmer finally looked across the field and grew quiet, a deadpan look on their face, unbeknownst to Elliott. He had puffed his chest out again, every inch of him filling with pride, readying himself for praise from his love; when silence filled the air, he deflated a bit and grew a bit shy, now sweating a bit from nerves. He swallowed a bit and looked at the Farmer’s face, noticing the deadpan expression being contradicted by the way they bit their lip and shook from trying not to do... something. Were they going to cry? Were they going to yell? Did he do it wrong? Elliott started to apologize profusely. 

“I’m so sorry, darling! I ruined it, didn’t I? I messed up and ruined your crops, I’m so very sorry--” 

He was cut off by the Farmer finally cracking; a genuine, hearty laugh bursting from their chest. They had folded over, clutching Elliott’s arm with one hand to keep stable as the other held their stomach so they didn’t bust at the seams with how hard they were laughing. It was Elliott’s turn to stand there with a deadpan expression, unsure of how to react.  

“I’m-- I’m sorry,” they stumbled through laughter as they tried to speak. “It’s just, it’s just so funny.” 

“I’m so glad my incompetence can provide you with entertainment.”  

“Oh, Elliott.” The Farmer took a few deep breaths, working to calm themselves down before patting him lovingly on the chest. “Don’t be like that. You have to admit, it is pretty funny. None of the ones you cut are ripe, what was the thought process?” 

“They were green. They had good looking stripes. They were round. They were reasonably sized.” 

“Elliott...” The Farmer stifled a laugh again. “You were half way there.”  

Elliott turned his chin up away from them; he didn’t want to face them because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and honestly felt fairly bad. He really did ruin a good portion of their crop, didn’t he? He cost them a pretty penny, he was sure; how would he pay them back? How would he make up for it? Why were they laughing rather than getting mad at him—he would be distraught if the roles had been reversed. His false pride completely deflated and he hung his head, sighing once again and mumbling out another apology. 

“I’m genuinely very sorry, dear.” His ears started to burn red with embarrassment. “Truly. Is there a way you’d like me to repay you? How much would it cost to replace them?” 

“Elliott, really, it’s fine.” They cupped his face and gently coaxed him into looking at them, a loving smile greeted him. “It’s okay. It really isn’t that bad—it's just a few of them. No need to keep apologizing.” 

They kissed the tip of his nose, gently nuzzling their own against his until he slowly returned the gesture, loosening the stress he held in his shoulders.  

“Are you sure?” His voice sounded defeated. 

“Absolutely sure.” Another kiss to his nose. “Let me show you which ones to pick. I’ve got some neat tricks up my sleeve to picking the ripe ones!”  

Elliott sighed, but gave an exasperated smile, promising to perk up once he moved past his embarrassment. He followed behind, dragging his feet slightly as they went along, coming to the first watermelon he deemed unpickable. It was fairly large, oval, and definitely lopsided. He rejected it for its size, thinking it was far past the presentable state as it would be too big to carry—at least to his home on the beach. They crouched down and encouraged him to join. 

“See, it’s nice and big, so it doesn’t need to do any extra growing; they don’t keep growing on the shelf, after all.” Another embarrassment struck Elliott in the heart. “The real tell on all ripe watermelons though, is the patch of discoloration here on the bottom.” 

When they lifted the melon, Elliott could see a fairly sized yellow patch, varying in degrees of shades. It looked ugly, imperfect, and not like the ones he had picked at all. He gave them a sideways glare, confused and skeptical. They laughed when they caught a glimpse of it and gave the melon a good pat. 

“See, the patch means it’s been on the ground long enough to be nice and ripe when you crack into it. Too yellow—too ripe—grainy, gross, no flavour. Brown—way too ripe-- rotten, even. No yellow spot—it isn’t up to its full potential, and when it ripens on the shelf, it won’t be as good as it should be. This sweet, sweet middle,” another pat to the watermelon, “gives you the sweet, sweet watermelon.”  

“...This... ugly little spot is the tell for the watermelon?” 

“It’s ugly but it does the job.”  

“...And you’re sure about this?” 

“Elliott, have you never picked a watermelon up at the market?” 

“Now that you mention it, I don’t remember if I have.” 

“Well, if the ‘ugly little spot’ isn’t good enough for you, try tapping it.”  

The Farmer leaned down slightly to get a better ear on it and knocked their knuckles against it. Elliott leaned down as well, listening in to a bit of a hollow sound. 

“See? Just like a door. The best, ripe melons will be hollow sounding. They will also, unfortunately, not be as green. A nice, dull colour; an ugly melon is a good melon on the inside.” 

“An ugly melon.” 

“It has a nice personality.” 

“Does it now?” 

“Well, we can crack this one open and test the theory.”  

The Farmer laughed and leaned into Elliott, stealing a small kiss from his lips as he sat on his heels staring at the melon with pure doubt. They pulled him up by his hand after cutting the melon from its vine and put their hands on their hips. A bright smile thrown his way was enough to perk Elliott up from moping as he leaned in to kiss them this time. 

“There you are! I was wondering when you were going to get out of that head of yours.” 

“It’s a very crowded place. Hard to navigate.” 

“I’m sure it is, oh great writer. Come on, help me pick the rest of the melons and put them in the bin, then we can pick out the best of the bunch just for ourselves, as a treat!” 

“What is a good melon if not fuel for our hard-earned labour?” 

“Okay, maybe I’ll get the watermelon instead and you will have none.” 

“You knew this was a thing before I courted you, my dear. Do not act like it is new.” 

Elliott laughed as the Farmer stuck their tongue out at him in good humour. He leaned in for one more kiss before the Farmer took off down the line of crops playfully running from him, taunting him to catch up or he’d have to push the wheelbarrow.  

He watched for a moment before following after them, a smile on his face the entire time. He was certainly out of his element—and he had no idea how his words brought him here today, but he was beyond thankful to be here with his love, and he was ready and willing to learn everything there was about the farming business if it meant he got to stay.  

[gingerlywuzhere]

intro post for da goobs <33

name(s): lyn (spelt however)

prns: he/they :3

sexu: demi-aroace + bi (male pref), polyamorous

gender: trans man

age: 15 :> (birthday 5/6 if u wanna get me smth <3)

relationship status: a few months with my current bf (he/him), and a few months with my qpp (ask/any)

language(s) (known): English, Spanish

language(s)(learning): German, Romanian, Icelandic, Irish

nationality: 🇺🇸 (but also secretly 🇩🇪 >:) )

if i dont know your prns, ill refer to u by ur user

you can refer to me however, as long as you acknowledge my existence, im fine w/ it

about me (random order) (:3 = ask me abt it!! /nf)

-audhd

-dyslexic

-paranoid schizophrenic

-Mahayana Buddhist convert :3

-rbs, likes, and tags will differ based of current hyperfixation

-band kid

-i play saxophone :D

-im demonkin and fallen angel-kin :3

-my fursona is a scene-core fruit bat w/ an emo vampire bat bf :3

-i swear too much in my everyday language lmao ('bestie that's trauma' IK)

-midwestern emo style

-natural ginger

-eyes dont work right (nearsighted + astigmatism)

-trying to post and interact more with moots & audience

-jus a weird lil queer kid tryin to not die yet :D

things i like/special interests/hyperfixations:

-fnaf

-CREEPYPASTA

-metal (nu, alternative, jazz, etc)

-MOUTHWASHING

-class of 09

-sdv

-tsp/ud

-minecraft (not the movie dawg NOT THE MOVIE 😭)

-markiplier (he's mine don't touch him /silly)

-BLAIR WITCH PROJECT

-charlie slimecicle

-adrianne lecker, mitski, moldy peaches, car seat headrest

-ICP

-weezer, radiohead, the smiths, alex g

-tattoos

-piercings

-jschlatt

-EXECUTION METHODS (special interest i swear...)

-garfield

-uhhhh other silly stuf i swear (zodiac killer cases/unsolved murder cases [im a detective ong 💯])

+ like a lot more things

my fave stuff :DD :

-fave fnaf character: michael afton <33

-fave animatronic: foxy <33

-fave crp: the grieving (tawog cp)

-fave crp character: EJ

-fave game: currently either mc, sdv, or tsp

-fave band: slipknot or mcr!!

-fave singer: mitski

-fave song: brutus - the buttress

-fave youtuber: markiplier or funkyfrogbait

-fave streamer: charlie slimecicle

-fave actor: matthew lillard (hes so cutie :3)

-fave show: tawog

-fave movie: The Blair Witch Project or Silence of the Lambs

-fave hobby: marching band :3

-fave food: pizza bites :3

boundaries + things that'll get you blocked 🤗

-18+ content, ie; asking me sexual things (bro u drake or smth 🤨), blocked

-calling me by my irl name, dead or preffered, blocked, bc that's just.. creepy

-harassing people over things ive said, vice versa, blocked

-shipping me with my friends/people i interact with prominently or shipping me w/ people i dont know, blocked

-treating me like a child, blocked

-be nice to each other in notes

-if i vent on this blog, dont openly relate to what ive been/am currently going through, u can vent in my dms or asks

-proshippers/comshippers dni, or be blocked

-terfs/homophobes dni, or be blocked

-pro-israel/hamas dni (its NOT about religion), i will block you if you interact with me in anyway

-also just a reminder to support the palestinian people, not the palestinian government or israel, as they're both killing innocent civilians

-anti-furries dni (i am one 🤯), or be blocked

-anti-therians dni (ESPECIALLY if you're one of those 'i NEED a therian gf/bf bro' typa mf, bc therian gf/bf does not need you bro), or be blocked

-anti-otherkin dni (again, i am one 🤯), or be blocked

-anti-xenos dni, or be blocked

-anti-mspec lesbians/gays dni, or be blocked

-including anti- hesbians, and/or she/her achillean people

-trans fetish pages dni, or be blocked

-overall dni if you don't think you'd mind me as a person irl

-keep this blog a safe space for all/most ppl pls :) (or ur b-b-b-blocked pooks <3)

[ma3d4y]

TY @chewbrry for the tag, this is so cute :3!!!@! +#+@@

Last song: Last blues for bloody knuckles - La Dispute

Favourite color: Red and purple

Last movie: Rite here, Rite now - the ghovie

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet

Relationship status: ahh?!

Last thing searched: 'DOES SAM CHEAT ON YIO IN SDV?'

Current obsession(s): Just art in general, saiki k, creepypasta, music.

TAGGING THE ONE AND ONLY @gotham-needs-me (mainly because I have no mutuals, and that's my bro) and uhhh @thejohnnieguilbert , safest other option :D⭐

i wasn't tagged but this looked fun ♡ i got this from maddie @sliceofdyke ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

last song: curious by kep1er ♪

fave color: pink, but i feel like everyone knows that about me heh. recently, i've taken a liking to blue! especially the bright cerulean of the ocean.

last movie/tv show: i haven't seen it yet but i'm putting it on here since i'm watching it tomorrow...it's the haikyuu movie! i'm super excited to watch it because i miss my best friend kenma so much.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet 🍰

relationship status: i have a crush(?) it's weird. i don't know how to describe my feelings for this girl.

last thing googled: "wolfe glick 2024 naic team"

current obsession: my kuroken pokémon VGC AU. please help me. this is the only thing i think about ever. coming to you...soon...hopefully. give me a minute.

tagging @radishnt @honeyviscera @peplos @aroace-poly-show @theguardianace @thedandelionthief 🐇

[mymelodyisme]

Shane loves spending time with Jas!!

When the farmer first moves in Shane’s not spending a lot of time with Jas or even Marnie despite living in the same house as them. He spends most of it working and drinking at the saloon only taking important days off for their birthdays and the night market. But once Shane starts to go to therapy he makes it a goal to spend at least an hour a day with Jas because she’s the one who needs him the most, and he is going to get better for her. For him.

So Shane starts taking her for walks through the forest, to the park for some healthy stretching and a maybe an ice cream cone, he’ll take her to the library and act out some of her favorite books, and he’ll take her to the beach to collect shells that wash up on shore. He learns to to do her hair, and helps her pick her clothes before bed. He even starts to take up cooking because he wants to make sure Jas is eating properly, and if he’s a little honest with himself, it encourages him to eat a bit better too, especially if he’s sharing a meal with his kid.

Sometimes he still doesn’t think he’s doing enough for her, he only did just start even though she needed him a long time ago. The thoughts eat him up inside, but then Jas knocks on the door of his room, a teddy bear and a blanket in her hand.

She’s had a nightmare.

She cuddles up to Shane, he wraps his arms around her and reminds her nightmares are nothing more than scary dreams and that she’s so very loved. And Jas, dozing off but awake just enough, says that she loves her papa.

And Shane remembers.

He is papa. He has to be. He will be.

Jas wants him to be.

“Papa loves you too, Jazzy.”