#i have prioritized stardew valley again

[dark-muse-iris]

Happy Friday to my fellow unhinged queer barely-medicated burned out feral absolutely fucking DONE with living in this timeline bitches who stopped pretending they have a future. You know? Like 70% of us? Haha

Just wanted to say hello.

Thanks to everyone who sent a kind word on AO3 recently. I haven't been able to answer those without crying, honestly. But I am reading them and appreciate them very much. I will reply to every one.

[modern-gremlin]

All of You | Lance - SDVE (Stardew Valley Expanded) MDNI. 🔞

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Pairing: Lance (SDVE) x f!reader Word Count: 6,334 (whew...) Warnings: Smut (basically porn with plot lol), talks of rough sex Tags: Established relationship, oral (male + female receiving), rough sex, creampie, little bit of fluff

SYNOPSIS Lance wants to have get rough in bed but doesn't want to take it too far, not until you give him permission to. A/N: Y'all, this is my first fanfic and of course I did smut as my first. :')) I’d appreciate feedback bc I wanna get better, but please be nice (im fragile) Listen, when I first played Stardew Valley Expanded, I KNEW I was just down bad for Lance. I absolutely simp for those pixels. This turned out to be WAY longer than I anticipated but oh well, I think I like how it is. Also, thank you so much @neet-elite for responding with writing tips. Your response really gave me the inspiration to just get up and write something I like. I appreciate you!

Before you knew it, you were getting railed harder than you've ever been railed in your life — let alone from your usually sweet and slow, doting boyfriend. It was only a week ago that you even broached the subject of rough sex; the culmination of late-evening pillow talk. Sex with Lance wasn't dissatisfying, in fact, it was probably the best you've ever had, you think to yourself. He is simply good at everything he ever attempts, and sexual endeavors would be no different.

Lance has a way of making you become undone. Planting kisses on your neck, trailing down your body until he reaches the wet spot between your thighs. Then he gauges your reaction; studies the way you pant heavier in anticipation, whine and shuffle your hips closer to his face until you're practically begging him to drown in you. Only then will he go in for the plunge. Lapping up your wetness like he's starved, lightly humming as he licks your clit. He slowly teases your wet cunt with his calloused fingers before shoving them deep into the part that makes you see stars. He always has to have you cumming at least twice before he even thinks about getting himself off. That's the way Lance is, that's just his routine.

You love that about him, always selfless and he always thinks about you first. It's a rare brand of kindness you don't often see in others, but he's particularly and lovingly considerate of you. It does, however, leave you wondering how you can be considerate of him. You hate to be a skeptic, but his kindness makes you wonder if he sacrifice his own needs to prioritize yours. It's something you've seen all too often, but Lance is never the type to complain, not explicitly at least. After finally getting together a year ago, you've learned a lot of his little mannerisms. His eyebrows cross slightly when he's confused, his shoulders tense to a specific position when he's stressed. Learning his habits gives you a sense of comfort and domesticity. So, you've taken from his playbook and began to study his reactions, and it was through this you've discovered something in particular.

Likely a result of his training, he never acts out of turn. Always the gentleman, he lets you set the pace and only lays his hands on you when you give explicit permission. This surprises you a little, honestly. While he's never been foolhardy, he always struck you as unwaveringly confident; an incredible flirt. He's a man who trusts his instincts and he's hardly every wrong in trusting them. So when he looks at you longingly, waiting for your permission to ravish you with his hands, clearly eager but hesitant, it's a little unexpected.

He always reassures you that he enjoys having sex with you when you ask, which is almost good enough to fool you. Clearly, you can see he enjoys it by his eagerness to go for another round and how easy it is for you to get him hard again. But something in the pained look on his face, maybe the furrow of his eyebrows or the regimented movements of his thrusts, makes you feel like there's something wrong.

These kind of thoughts have a funny way of eating away at you. And this thought in particular has been eating at you for a while now, until your worries spills out of you one night you've decided to keep him company at the Outpost. After exhausting scouting days, you've made a habit of keeping Lance company through his night watch duties. Though, you're likely more of a distraction than an aid but he doesn't mind it all. Nestling close to you in bed makes the cold stone walls of the tower feel like home, a concept he had a hard time defining until he met you. You find the same comfort in him, so naturally, your inner thoughts aren't kept secret from him for long.

"Lance?" you ask as sweetly as you can muster in spite of the obvious pit in your stomach. You wait for his response, counting the stone slabs across the ceiling while lying on his linen sheets. "Yes, my love?" he replies in reassuring tone — he's all too familiar with your anxious tells, though you're not sure what gave it away this time. "I want you to answer me honestly, even if it's not what I want to hear. I just genuinely want to know." You were just filled with so many questions, which soon turn into (rather irrational) assumptions. Maybe he's secretly unsatisfied with your relationship. Maybe there was something you did to upset him that you were unaware of. Just questions, questions, and more questions.

Despite quickly becoming his closest confidant since you've met him at the Caldura, it still feels like there's an air of mystery around Lance. He keeps his cards close to his chest, most likely for your own good. He lives a life of danger, and he doesn't want you in the crosshairs. But truly, you don't care. You're hopelessly in love with him. You'd rather dive head first into his life and be beside him, no matter where he stands. Besides, it's not like you're a stranger to the perils of adventuring yourself.

Your thoughts race fast as ever, and before you can go down another mental tangent, he does as he always does and brings you back to earth. "Of course. You have my word." He places his hand to your face and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Ask away.” A weak smile forms on his face in an attempt to encourage you. "Are you...happy with me?" you feel your shoulders tense at your own question. He looks at you incredulously, mouth open, prepared to assure you, "You make me so happy, I mean i--" "It's...not that I don't believe you when you say that. In fact, I mean more like... are you s-satisfied with me?" you ask sheepishly. He furrows his eyebrows slightly, thinking of a way to ask you to clarify. "If you don't mean satisfied in happiness, what do you mean? Satisfied, in what way?" His question is earnest and borne from genuine curiosity, but it still makes you nervous to elaborate further. You fiddle with your fingers until you speak up once more.

"As in...sexually? I figure you enjoy it at least a little, otherwise I'd imagine you wouldn't be so eager to have sex with me as much as we do. But I have this feeling that maybe, you're holding back in some way? And if so, am I doing anything wrong?" You scan for answers within his purple eyes, but before long you're distracted by the way his face is illuminated by the dim lamplight. He truly is a beautiful man. If it weren't for the way you stare at him admiringly, you wouldn't have noticed the flush form over his tan skin. "N-no. I promise you, you have done nothing wrong. You are such a light in my life and I never want to take what we have for granted." He reaches to grab both of your hands and cups them between his own. "It's just — I have…rather-" Uncharacteristically, he stumbles over his words. It's your turn to reassure him now. You bring his hands to your cheek, your hands still cupped within his. "You can tell me."

He folds at your sincerity. "Well, sex with you is...fantastic. Truly." he states as the flush on his face deepens. "It might be selfish of me, but I love that there is a side of you only I can bring out. A part of you that is mine and mine alone." He looks into the distance, smiling lightly at memories of your earlier trysts. His words trail for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts until you bring him back to focus.

"But...?" you gesture. He sighs deeply then continues your train of thought, "But there is... something. It's not dissatisfaction; not at all. It's more like... restraint." "Restraint?" You issue back.

He adjusts himself to sit upright against the headrest of the bed. "I've always been warned to be aware of my strength in my training. Whether it be in magic or in combat... Control is key. Otherwise you risk unnecessary danger. It's an ingrained rule when you're a member of the First Slash." His eyes dart towards to you, gauging whether or not you understand where the conversation leads. You shift yourself up to match his position against the headrest and look back at him curiously, which prompts him to continue.

"When I'm with you, I feel myself losing that control. I feel this need to completely... consume you. I don't want to hurt you or be selfish in any way. I hoped it wouldn't be so obvious, but I should know better than to think anything gets past you." He huffs a breathy laugh and gently places a comforting hand upon your thigh. You take a moment to take in his words before feeling profound sense of relief. You're relieved that his restraint isn't from something wrong you're doing, rather, it's about what you're doing right.

"So, what you're saying is...I didn't do anything to bother you then?" you ask, looking for confirmation. "No, far from it. Simply put, you drive me crazy in the best of ways." He lets out a light laugh to conceal a relieved sigh; as if a weight has been lifted from his admission. "Simply put, you want to go rougher on me? Is that it?" you retort back cheekily, mimicking his earlier tone. He laughs a bit louder this time, his thumb gently traces up and down movements against your thigh. In a teasing tone, you press him further on the matter, "Hmmm, I'll take your silence as a 'yes', then." You enjoy playfully pushing his buttons from time to time, but you genuinely to know what's on his mind. The flush on his face returns when he gives you a simple nod. A bashful Lance is a rare sight, so you can't help but grin at how coy he's being.

Clearing his throat to continue, "That being said, I don't want to hurt you. Ever. I don't think I would, but I-" "Let's do it, I know you won't hurt me," you say while interrupting his train of thought. Your eagerness causes his eyes to widen, slightly moving his hands to cover his erection that grows from your words. You're usually the one to be flustered by his brazenness, so you take much satisfaction at how the tables have turned this time. Your agreement clearly has him a little riled up, but he's doing as you observed again: he's eager but hesitant. You move yourself closer into him, prodding him to make a move. Swallowing thickly, he clears his throat to finish his thought, "I just... wonder if maybe I do lose control, I'll reveal a side of me that you're not familiar with. I don't... want to show you a side of me you didn't sign up for." His smile is a little more nervous now, but as he tries to avert his face from yours, you catch his chin and face him towards you. You drop your teasing tone and look into his eyes; you need him to know you mean what you’re about to say wholeheartedly. “Lance, you don't need to hold back from me. I've signed up for all of you. I mean it."

For a moment he just stares at you with the utmost love and admiration. He thinks himself to be one of the luckiest people in the world, lucky enough to have the privilege of loving someone entirely and have that love be returned. This admiration of you slowly turns into desire as he takes in the weight of your words. "All of me, hm?" He slyly retorts with a hum and half-lidded eyes. Staring at your lips, he leans in for a kiss. You press back at him, mouth open to take his bottom lip lightly within your teeth. The delicious sting on his lips causes him to moan into your mouth. His hands trail down your arms toward your waist, pulling you closer to meet the warmth of his chest.

Everything about him is intoxicating to you. The rumble of his voice, the smell of cedar and incense on his clothes, his familiar touch are all equal parts comforting as they are arousing. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss before pulling away. Looking into his eyes once more, forehead pressed to his, you give him an answer that quells his fears, "Yes. All of you."

The night's anxieties slowly dissipate with every touch you lay on each other. Both of your hands desperately trail each other's bodies; desperate to unearth any secrets left between you. Lance finds grip upon your waist to move you on top of him and you eagerly oblige. Your chest presses against his while you savor the taste of his lips, straddling the already-hard bulge beneath you. Every dive into each other's lips grinds you ever so slightly against his clothed cock, causing him to furrow his eyebrows and moan into your mouth. His moans are like an invitation for you to continue, the kind of invitation you’d never refuse. You grind your hips against his length, wetness from both your slick and his precum seeping through the clothes that separate you. In this moment, you could swear he’s Yoba themself by the way you pant and moan his name over and over again like a prayer. The friction of your dripping pussy rubbing his cock is so deliciously arousing, you nearly get lost in the feeling. But while you're in your lustful daze, Lance swiftly rolls your onto your back to assume his position over you.

His sapphire eyes now stare directly into yours, but this time they're darker. Almost wild, like an animal in heat. The sheer look of complete desire in his eyes causes you to bite your lip in excitement. He stands over you, breathing heavily. There’s that hesitation again, you think to yourself. You can just barely see him ease out of his intense gaze, only for a moment to gain enough composure. "By the gods, you're driving me crazy. Are you sure absolutely sure about this? You must tell me if I'm going too far," he says through ragged breath. You prop yourself up by the elbows to land a kiss on his lips again. "I will tell you if you're going too far. But I know you won't hurt me, I trust you."

You lean yourself flat against the bed once more and you unbutton the top of your blouse, revealing the lacy bra that's hidden beneath. You return a similar gaze back at him, staring intensely into his eyes, hoping to reignite the fire within them. His heart is beating out of his chest and he swears you can hear it, based on how your breathing is perfectly in rhythm to his. You desperately want make every part of him yours, and all of you, his. And your body responds to this want before your brain could keep up. Like a primal need that came to the surface, you instinctively press the front of your wrists together and obediently offer them towards him. “I want all of you, Lance. Make me yours."

This was the coup de grace; the spell that lifted the seal on whatever was left of his self-control. With one hand, he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. The other holds your face in place for him to land a devastating kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. The intensity of his movements makes your skin tingle, sensitive to every touch. His weight above you is both comforting and restraining; he’s holding you down as if you’d float away the moment he lets go. Kissing you like he wants to devour you whole, sucking the air out of your lungs until you’re lightheaded under him. You’re already so love drunk that your eyes close, allowing you to sink into the pleasure. Suddenly he pulls away to cusp your face again as a way to grab your attention. “No, no, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” His sudden movements shock your eyes wide open to meet that same, animalistic gaze. He wants you so badly, there’s no doubt in your mind. The thought makes you smile at him, catching your bottom lip with your teeth.

He takes deep satisfaction in the shift in your facial expression. “You’re so perfect. So good to me,” he says with a mixture of pure love and pure lust in his tone. His speech is low and drawn out now, still holding your face in his free hand. “So good. So obedient.” He frees your wrists and slowly trails your neck with his mouth, leaving marks wherever visible, hoping to deliver on his promise of claiming you as his. His prize, his woman, his pretty little slut, and his wife if you let him.

He continues to plant spots of red across your chest until he’s stopped by the collar of your shirt, slightly unbuttoned from your earlier display. He claws at the buttons frantically to get it off of you as soon as possible. His movements are uncharacteristically imprecise, so much to the point he resorts to ripping the buttons off in his fervor. You’ll have to worry about your shirt later, but for now, you’re much too aroused by his desperation to care. You help him unhook the clasps of your bra and he discards it behind him. Finally, your breasts were freed and his for the taking.

Without hesitation, he grasps both of your breasts in each of his hands, grazing his thumbs over the sensitive peaks. You throw your head back and whine from the sudden stimulation only to be put over the edge by the sensation of his mouth lightly biting at your nipple. His tongue flicks and circles at your bud erratically. The sensation sends jolts through your body causing you to instinctually pull away. Before you can move, he catches you by your shoulder and holds you in place. “L-Lance,” his name escapes your mouth in an elongated moan as you’re overwhelmed by his tongue. “Stay put for me, love. Can’t let you get away.” He turns his attention to you other breast, licking and sucking on the bud while gently pinching the other with his thumb and index.

He only pulls away to free himself from his uniform. With a swift tug, he removes his top to reveal his muscular body. His skin looks beautiful in this light, smooth but adorned by light scars from his years of combat. You let out a deep sigh from the sight; it feels like you’re seeing him naked for the first time. You’ve seen it so many times before, but tonight his body was so painfully, incredibly sexy to you.

He isn’t faring so well himself. The act of taking his shirt off gave him just enough distance to soak in the full sight of you. Already with a lust-struck expression, huffing and panting from just teasing you, covered in marks he just freshly laid upon you. This sight alone is enough to make him nearly feral, he practically has to fight for his life to not immediately shove his throbbing cock deep inside you. He’s holding back, but not from fear this time. His concealed fantasies cloud his mind; the thought of ruining you, plowing into you so hard that his cock is the only thing you remember, and filling your perfect cunt to the brim with his seed. He’s determined to bring the love of his life down to the same level of depravity he secretly harbored since the day he first met you, and to do that, he needed to be patient. Even if his cock is begging to be buried to the hilt inside you.

Suddenly, he’s acutely aware of how tight his pants have become and decides to discard them as well. You watch as he hurriedly pulls the fabric past his ankles, instantly locked to his handsome form. Your eyes follow his V-Line to the clear outline of his fat cock, bulging through his boxers already soaked in precum.

Just as quickly as he dispatched of your shirt, he pulls off your jeans and throws them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You shudder at the cool draft of the room on your exposed thighs, emphasizing the mess of slick drenching your underwear. You've been naked around him countless times before, but the way he eyes you up and down makes you feel more than desired by him; it feels like you're the object of his obsession. His angel's pretty pussy is ready and drenched in front of him, lewdly displayed and eager to be fucked. If only you knew how badly he wants to ruin you in this moment.

He leans forward to match his face to yours, his tongue grazing his teeth looking at you with a cocky smile. "Look at you. Do you know how wet you are?" he questions almost condescendingly. Before you can respond, he quickly sneaks his hand under your panties and drags two fingers across your cunt, picking up your wetness to show you. "See? So wet for me and we've only just started." His touch makes you convulse and whine his name, like you're begging him to give you more. He knows you need him so badly, and your cunt is already so wet he could slide his fat cock into you with ease. But he as other plans. Just a little more, he thinks to himself. Just a little more.

"You want me, darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?" He says as he licks his fingers clean, feeling a high from your taste. Something about his teasing attitude and his refusal to give into your usual tells has you at your limit. You place your hands gently on his face with a pleading look in your eyes. "Please, Lance," you beg through ragged breathe. "I need you so bad. I'll be good, just-- Please, fuck me."

He has you right where he wants you. He has you feeling as hungry and desperate as he is whenever you're alone together. He stares right into your soul, like he's hypnotizing you to do his bidding. "Show me, then. Be good for me and get on your knees." Without hesitation, you drop yourself to the stone floor, knelt in front of him as he sits on the edge of his bed. You're obedient, waiting for his next command because you'd do anything to have your sweet release. You'd do anything satisfy the deepest parts of him. With a smile, he plants a kiss on your forehead as a reward for your compliance.

"Good, now take them off," he orders as he gestures to his boxers. He lifts himself to give you room to take his boxers off and you pull them in one quick movement. His cock springs free upon its release and gently smacks against your face, smearing precum against your forehead. In this position, you realize how big he really is. So girthy and long; it's no wonder why he makes you feel full to the brim when he's inside you. The weight of his erection resting on your face is oh so tempting, you just have to take a taste. You drag your tongue against his balls all the way to his wetted tip. Lance throws his head back, leaning on his arms to ground himself from the earth-shattering sensation you've provided him.

To think, this man who's known for his well-studied vocabulary is now whispering profanities under his breath. "F-fuck, not too h-hasty, hm?" He feigns confidence even though his stutter reveals how truly whipped he is by you. You know you could make him fold to your whim if you kept going despite his attempts to slow you down, but tonight, you want him to have you exactly as he wants to. So you pout up at him, looking almost apologetic for your impatience. Once he regains his composure, he grabs the base of his cock and presses it further onto your face. "Let me see your tongue, darling. Stick it out for me."

You stick your tongue out close enough to his leaking cock that you can basically feel the heat radiating off him. And without warning, he slaps his cock several times on your tongue before easing it into your mouth to the back of your throat, coating it with his precum. The speed in which his girth fills your mouth takes you by surprise, so much so you almost pull away but Lance's large palms cradle the back of your head, preventing your escape. The feeling of his fat cock in the back of your throat borders on uncomfortable, but the feeling of his shape clearly articulated in your mouth makes your pussy leak onto the floor. He holds you there until tears well in your eyes and quickly pulls away when he notices them falling onto your cheek. For a moment, he looks down at you with panic, wondering if he had gone too far. He'd feel so guilty if you hated this, and feels even more guilty that he finds your tear and saliva covered face so frustratingly hot. But then you clear your throat and meet his gaze with grin plastered on your face, drool still dripping from your lips. "You like it when I choke on it, hm?" you say in a slur of words, already cum drunk. He looks back at you, returning your grin and lets out a shallow laugh.

You stick your tongue out again, ready for more. As he buries his cock into your throat, he's completely overwhelmed by the warmth of your mouth and your unabashed acceptance of him. He's so grateful to see you smile at his roughness and he's prepared to reward you in kind. His pace is slow at first, pulling out until your lips meet the base of the head, just to shove it deeply to where it belongs. He only starts to speed up when you grip the back of his thigh with one hand, the other gently massaging his balls. The sensation of it is all too much to bear; the shallow fucks into your throat nearly makes him cry from pleasure. If he were to look at you now, watching you take the whole of his length through your pretty lips, he knew it'd be over for him. As a renown warrior, his endurance would usually easily outmatch any opponent, but right now, he could burst in your mouth right this instant and coat your throat in white. He grits his teeth and groans your name with every thrust, just barely holding onto his bearings. He could probably die happy if he were to force his load down your throat right now, but he realizes there are much better places inside you for his seed to go.

He was dangerously close when he pulls out of your mouth. A string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock. Sweat dripping off his brow to land on your face beneath him. Only now does he notice your absolutely fucked out expression. Your eyes are half-lidded, high off of his scent and taste. The grip of his hand on your hair tugged on a primal need you didn't know you had. All the while, you rubbed circles around your clit so rapidly that it left a puddle on the floor. To Lance, this scene was a work of art; he had to pause to take in every detail so he could replay this moment for the rest of his life.

Taking your cheeks in his hands, he pulls your face into a deep kiss. "You're...so beautiful," he breathily praises you against your lips. "You've proven yourself to me. Now, let me be good to you." You can barely speak in your aroused state, all you can muster is a weak nod and a "Yes, please." You surrender yourself into his arms as he lifts you to lay you back on the bed, spreading your legs to position himself in between. For a second, he looks down at how completely soaked your panties are — how they stick to the skin of your cunt so perfectly that he can make out its entire shape through them. Pulling the cloth to the side, he slaps his cock against your puffy clit, causing the both of you to whine and groan in unison. He stands at the threshold, on the precipice of completely entering you. You think he’s teasing you by the way he rubs his cock on your slit, but really, he’s teasing himself. You’ve given him something valuable today; an unrestricted exploration of his deepest fantasy with you. The night feels like it lasted an eternity and matter of seconds at the same time. How could his fantasies be happening so quickly? He prods at your entrance, hoping to prolong the experience. You can tell his own patience has reached its end by the way his face unabashedly scrunches in desperation. This is the moment you've both been waiting for all evening, ready to face your absolute high. "Are you ready, my love?" he asks while licking his lips. You nod enthusiastically and beg, "Yes, Lance. Please. Please, fuuc-"

Before you can get the words out, he grabs the fat of your thighs and quickly slams his cock into your tight hole until it hits the deepest part of you. Waves of complete and utter pleasure wash over you, causing you to arch your back and roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your mouth opens to whine but his size knocked the wind out of you. Just seconds ago you were empty, waiting eagerly for his touch and now you are filled entirely by him. He rests himself inside your convulsing pussy, already milking him dry despite the fact neither of you are moving. You’re too overwhelmed by his intrusion to notice there’s tears running down Lance’s face. All the years of experience under his belt go to shit the moment he enters you, and suddenly it’s as if he’s a virgin again. He’s just so goddamn in love with you, he needs to bury himself deep enough inside you so you understand how much you mean to him. He needs to fuck every doubt that you’re not perfect for him out of your mind. He remembers what you said earlier, and decides he wants to do the same. Tonight he’ll have all of you.

Right from the start, his pace is punishingly fast. His little game of teasing you has long been over and now he's ready to fully consume you. Sounds of sex fill around the room — the slamming of his thighs against your ass as he plows balls deep into your cunt over and over again. The squeak of his bed threatening to give way at the tenacious rhythm of his thrusts. The sound of your leaking pussy making a mess of the sheets below you. The lewdness of it all rings so deeply in his ears that he, himself, can’t contain his grunts. Nothing else in the world matters except his angel beneath him, screaming his name as he fucks her to ecstasy.

The sight of you now is more alluring than anything he could have imagined. He watches the way your pretty cunt obediently takes every inch of his cock as it disappears inside you. You’re covered in marks he left on your body, your tits violently bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts, and to top it off, you’ve been whimpering his name nonstop since he plunged inside you. He loves the way he completely occupies your mind now — a physical confirmation that right now you’re his alone. All of this is deliciously perfect, so he knows it’s greedy of him to want more, but he can’t stop. He can’t stop until you’ve creamed on his cock. Not until you’ve taken every drop of his cum inside you.

He pounds into you again, again and again, relentlessly until he feels your cunt clench tighter around him. You can’t think straight, not when he bullies himself against your cervix like this. Your convulsions are a dead giveaway you’re close and he’s determined to shake you to your core. His pace not letting up, he uses one hand to rub quick, circular motions against your clit while the other has a bruising grip on your waist. “Come on love,” he coaxes you with ragged breath, “Cum for me. Cum on my cock… you’re so fucking tight, please-“ and finally, sweet release. Your back arches again as you feel yourself reaching your peak, tears rolling out of your eyes. He slows his pace to fuck you through your high, almost pulling out fully before thrusting deep strokes into all the spots that make you burst.

He stays inside you as you come down from your orgasm, leaning forward to wipe the tears from your face tenderly. “You’re so beautiful, darling. Hold on just a little more for me, okay?” he says softly, “Just. A little. More.” thrusting in between each word. It’s still not enough for him but he’s oh so close. Leaning himself upward again, he grabs your wrists in each of his hands to pull you deeper onto his cock. Ignoring the fact you just came and resuming his tempo. Your pussy is just too good for him to stop now, he still has to reward you for obedience today.

And reward you he shall. Like a good slut, your cunt squeezes and pulls him back in, pulling him closer and closer to his limit. Closer to claiming you, closer to marking your insides with his cum and making you his little wife. Your glazed over, fucked out eyes meet his as pounds your messy cunt harder and harder. He can hardly make out your ramblings over the sound of his body pounding into yours, but when your words finally register, it sends him over the edge. “I love you so much. It’s s-so fucking good. It’s too fucking good” you mumble shakily. Everything about your demeanor screams for him to impregnate you, to fill you your grateful pussy to the brim until it drips out of you. His movements are getting sloppy now, fucking as deep as your cunt will let him. The relentless pounding sends you back into a frenzy, as if your first orgasm prolonged itself enough to reach another high.

He’s absolutely about to burst from the way your pussy clenches around him again. But before he does, he pulls you forward by your wrists so you have a perfect vantage point of where your two bodies connect, watching how his length disappears into you. “Look a-at us. Look how you well you take it for me. Now take all of me, okay? I’m gonna…fucking…fill y-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he bullies fat cock the back of your cunt and spilling his seed right against your cervix. His words are caught in his mouth from the immense pleasure; all he can stifle are loud groans and some semblances of your name in gravelly whispers. Warm semen filling your spasming cunt, shoving his cock in small rocks of his hips as if to prevent any of his seed from escaping. He releases his grip on your wrists to collapse on top of you, lying flush against your body, still spilling spurts of white into you.

You wrap your arms around him to pull him closer and rub circles on his back. Both of you are panting messes from the night’s intensity, but the afterglow makes it so worth it. He coils an arm around your back and nestles his face into the crook of you neck. Only then is he able to speak breathily against your skin, “I…love you…more than you can ever imagine.” Your eyes dampen at his sincerity and you whisper I love you’s while running soothing fingers through his red hair. For a moment the world is completely silenced — only the sound of your tired voices occupy the spaces in your mind. In this space, only you and Lance matter.

Once he finds the strength, he pulls himself up only enough to bring your face into view. “Thank you. For accepting me, for giving me something to call home,” he says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You take his face in your hands and press your lips to his, hoping your gratitude can reach him through your action. Because truly, you are grateful. So grateful to have met someone who encourages your ambitions unapologetically. Someone who never aims to control you but support you when you need it. Someone who loves and sees you first. You’re so overwhelmed by gratitude, you nearly cry into his arms.

You’re comforted by his familiar touch, stroking the side of your shoulder with his thumb. This moment is both so incredibly special and completely ordinary at the same time. Because this is how you always feel around him, so special, so full of love. You didn’t flinch once at Lance’s words before the night’s activities started, not at all, because that feeling of wanting consume him is all too familiar to you. If he’d let you, you’d have him for the rest of your life. With a smile, you hum into his ear before you whisper, “Thank you for being mine, thank you for everything.”

He replies with a simple word, but you hang onto its weight like a promise, “Always.”

[yosajaeofficial]

JUNE UPDATE

WASSUP BROS AND HOES, IT’S ME, YOSA FRICKING JAE. BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER UPDATE ABOUT THE JMC 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️

Last time, I remember saying it’ll be different and things will spice up, and I am indeed gonna provide more stuff piled into these updates because the debut comic is taking so long. I wanna make sure you all get full when consuming these updates instead of being like “oh, nothing happened lol”. I have a good chunk of shit to talk about that’s outside of the comic itself, but it’s like behind the scene stuff about it :3

With that out of the way, let’s finally get started!

The Comic

(W.I.P OF THE OFFICAL DEBUT COMIC)

The comic is slowly making progress, the first thing that’s changing is me showing progress of the comic itself and giving ya’ll w.i.ps in order for me to give you guys content to look over, and because I just want ya’ll to see it yk? The honest truth is that it’s moving slow because of burnout. It was huge and made me wanna give up on the comic and leave the fandom, I was struggling for a good while but my best friend told me it was best to take a break and recharge instead of pushing further. They told me to do something else so I can regain my motivation and passion for the project, and she was right, because I’ve been having fun hanging out, watching her play Stardew Valley, and letting loose without the pressure for the debut comic to come out. I have to prioritize my health and well-being before anything else, and I know the comic will be done!

Also for you all to know, the team I had disbanded, and right now I don’t have a full official one to help with the debut. I have amazing friends that have helped look over the script, one did some sketch compositions, one helped fix up grammar in the script. They helped me greatly and I’m so grateful for them and their loving support even through all of the rough patches. For the most part, I’ve been doing everything on my own, and it can get stressful easily because of how much I’ve had to change my plans and shuffle around when the team disbanded. I’ve been the one doing the scripting, sketches, lineart, color, management, and just everything. Even if I try to act like things are fine behind the scenes, I definitely got more anxious and depressed after events occurred, so this break (not hiatus) has helped me recharge after going through a bit for this comic. To end this section on a good note, I’m feeling so much better and I’m recharging absolutely greatly, I even renewed my love for Donnie after a friend drew him 🦐 Sooooo…The JMC is still in good hands.

Bonus Content: The Villain

YosaJae, what is this? This is the section that’s hella new, the place where I show you guys some cool concept art, ideas, and plots that show the origins of the JMC or even scrapped/cut content. Today we’re gonna talk about the villain of Arc 1. Fun fact, two were created at the same time but one of them was finalized to be the primary villain for Arc 1!

(First ever concept art of Archie Gomez)

Here he is! The cat himself, ✨Archie✨ I needed some variety and needed an anthropomorphic character since Rise has lots of their mutants and yokai. Archie was a character that was a lot more serious and hella threatening but he was toned down after more arcs were created. For some reason, I included freckles because I originally thought, “Ginger people…..” then included the freckles to make him more recognizable. Let’s just say that they weren’t as rememberable as I thought because I forgot them after a while-

Fun fact, Archie was originally gonna be a native Spanish speaker but not be able to speak English. The actual conflict was gonna be about the turtles and Archie fighting due to language miscommunication, but it was later scrapped because of the issue with translating each of his sentences and being truly accurate with his dialogue. He also at first was a one off character that would never return, but he was popular that he became the reoccurring bad for Arc 1.

(Archie Gomez Evolution 2022-2024)

Archie had went through a good bit of design changes over the years and I changed him to be more easier to draw by giving him a more unique silhouette by drawing his head as a pentagon instead of a circle. The transition was at first a circle to triangle, but then the shape was too complicated to recreate so I had to go with a pentagon (as an accident at first too). That changed him A LOT but I was hella happy with the way he turned out because he started to look more unique and iconic. Pretty cool, eh~?

Aaaand that’s it! Thank you all for stopping by and coming in to read this update! I hope it was fun to go through and very refreshing. I wanna make my updates more like this instead of what was said above. Especially because this is taking so long, I wanna be able to go over behind the scenes with you all since ya’ll at least deserve that; I can’t keep being mysterious about the comic since it is taking years for it to be made, but it’s trial and error so I gotta do this in order for it to be worth the progress. I’m strong, I can do this! Hopefully your day/night is amazing, and take care until next time 😋🫶💜

[donutsalami]

wolf is curious on the topic of what games you play

I usually do love games that:

Have an interesting story.

Have a good soundtrack.

Prioritizes gameplay.

Allows room for growth and mastery. (easy to learn, hard to master)

Allows room for learning

Were made with passion and love

List of some games i like/played:

Outer Wilds (i wish i forgot everything about this game, so i could play it all again)

Rain world :>

Ultrakill :D

Brutal Orchestra

Hotline Miami (+ Hotline Miami 2)

Hollow Knight

Moonring

Star Fetchers <33

Crypt of the necrodancer

Stardew Valley

Undertale (+ deltarune & yellow)

Enter the Gungeon

OTXO

Celeste

The Void Rains upon her Heart

Off (by Mortis Ghost)

Spiritfarer

Titan Souls

purrgatory :33

Grimm hollow :))

Roblox (important but embarassing part of my life ;w;)

Rhythm doctor

Yume Nikki

Everhood

+ maybe there's more but i dont remember rn

BONUS:

Some other games i know a lot of, but never played it:

Oneshot

Fear and Hunger (+ Termina)

Lisa (the series)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Slay the Princess

Rhythm heaven

Spooky's jumpscare mansion

Town of Salem (+ ToS 2)

The return of Obra Dinn

[sucuretcannelle]

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺

A few things before I mention the fandoms I'm willing to write for:

-I have procrastination problems. I cannot guarantee I'll get to your ask quickly.

-If I don't wanna write a request I literally just won't. I'll tell you though

-Don't be rude, I will clown you, my mutuals will clown you, your mother will clown you, don't even try it

-If I can't write something I'll answer it asap to not leave you hanging

-I won't answer asks in any particular order, just the ones I like the most first

-I'll make them mostly gender neutral unless gender needs to come up

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒:

-Race specific asks besides for black people.

-Country specific asks.

-Asks that are fully LGBTQ focused, now here's the thing: I will literally be writing the same thing over and over again, you don't need me to write about how the characters will validate you in that manner.

-Smut unless it's for my ocs (will be posted on @thebackroomsss instead). Suggestive things are allowed though

-Dark content (I cannot take it seriously).

-Fanfics. Ain't nobody (me) got that time.

-Match ups. Oh my god I wrote so many mach ups it was insane.

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒:

-Headcanons

-Drabbles (typically on my own accord)

-x black readers. Gotta help the community yk 🙋 you don't have to be black but those requests will prioritize over others

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟:

Our Life B & A

Demon Slayer

Monster prom 1

Cryptid Crush

Saiki K

Blooming Panic

Metanoia/ FG(the RP)

Stardew Valley (Currently just all the bachelors except Sebastian)

Honkai Star Rail

Fe3h

Ginny & Georgia

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

[revenant-coining]

woah thats a lot of time :O but thats a cool theory !! im not good at math but if you were to put it into ratios im sure itll make more sense ooo jelly cubes sound good :O what kinds of foods do you eat here ?? pineapple sized grapes oh god those are big JFDLJLFK but ooo sounds good !! yeah thats fine if you cant remember !! ugh i wish it was like that on earth id love to go explore uncharted areas here :O i know the ocean is one of the most unexplored places but its not that easy to access sadly T__T /lh take the /j and make it /gen [/hj] ooo alright got it ahh i have so much information to document this is gonna be fun imma make a rentry >:] dang fates sounds so cool we love fate here !! i could never be that responsible DFJKLSJF /lh all i know about it minecraft ive never heard about terraria stardew valley or breathe of the wild but they sound fun !! what are they about ?? ohh so the chaotic energy is based on how you feel ?? like if you feel low on chaos would the chaos influx be low too ?? or would the chaos energy in general be low ?? ahh alright got it and ooo good theory !! id hope hasnt taken up that job sounds like she already has a lot to work with /lh yay !! :D ooo thats soo cool !! i love the balance of magic users :D yesss im glad were both thinking the same thing >B] ooo ill check out all of these games in my free time !! when im feeling more ghosty all i wanna do is stare at the ceiling on float around and turn invisible and become a spectator but experiencing things again in a new light is so much fun !! im already like that since im not cultured yet but yes soft things should be prioritized /hj woah im really glad heaven and hell isnt like what its percieved in this world it sounds so much fun being able to see different sceneries !! ooo what did the marble buildings look like :O yes lets goo i love the amount of free travel there is and good to know guardians could do that !! gonna ask the bodys parents whens the next time were going to a hotel so i can experience for myself B] ohh alright got it !! do you remember what their wings looked like ?? and yeah djklfjsd stairs are just so popular here considering transportation isnt as easy but so hell is mountainous and foresty and heaven is more city like right ?? ohh that makes sense !! yeah i can see how different attractions could look the same thats actually an interesting way to look at things mostly with others theres a lot of emotion that comes with those actions so thats where the difference comes from !! but hey im glad you seem okay with how you feel and interpret it !! :D - ramble anon

ok ratios: hell/heaven to my dimensions earth would be 1 month:1 week, my guess for this dimension's earth and hell is [some amount of years]:1 hour, or 1 hour:[some amount of years] (i am not good at ratios so i hope this helps somewhat)

in this dimension i eat fruit a lot, or salty snacks. I'm also a big soup fan. uncharted areas are sooo cool, i'd loved to explore the ocean if i wasn't scared of it /gen

yeah fate is very good at her job, and is very cool :D

terraria is sometimes described as '2D minecraft' but is has a lot more feature, items, enemies, etc. stardew valley is a 2D farming game with the ability to friend/date/marry npcs, like a farming simulator, mini dating sim, creativity elements, and resource gathering. breath of the wild is a 3D open world game where you can do lots of side quest, exploration, cooking and etc.

chaos being low causes me to feel low, not the other way around /nm and i meant sometimes i want to feel the extra chaos so i'd get closer to the source to feel it :]

the marbles buildings are similar to ancient greek architecture from this world! heaven's usually with smoother textures, and were very tall.

heaven beings usually had feathery wings, but they could come in any color, and were more like bird wings than angel wings. hell beings had more bat-like or dragon-like wings, scales or leathery. and yeah hell is mountainous and forest while heaven is a big city :]

I've spent a decent amount of time figuring out how i feel about romantic and platonic things, so I've been able to accept it really well :D

[ghosts-and-whimsy]

Writeblr Introduction

Meet the Menace

Hi yes hello my name is Salem. I used to have an account for fanfiction and my own creative writing but I lost the email to time...rip. I'm back as a source to get out my creative outlet.

If you request something please be patient as I have a full-time job and full-time college currently. I also volunteer part time in other areas.

Note I have the right to not write requests if I'm not up for it and just do not feel up for it. I prioritize whatever I am feeling at the moment. I also am not the most confident in my writing abilities at times so BE NICE PLEASE as my grammar isn't the greatest always. I'm doing my best, just here to have fun.

intro

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ they/he

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 24 y/o

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ infp - taurus - chaotic neutral - pagan

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ spoonie and has adhd

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ very queer

fandoms/video games/ and other media i enjoy and may write for (not a full list)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ palia

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ x-men (movieverse)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ legend of zelda

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ lord of the rings

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ stardew valley

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ original content

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ and more...I just cant think of any

what will i write for?

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ fluff

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ smut

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ romance

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ dark fics

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ most popular topics

what will i not write for? who is this blog for?

This blog is for ADULTS ONLY 18+. Minors do NOT interact! You will be blocked on sight.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ yandere positive content (i have some trauma. idc what others do tbh)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ ddlg content (or anything of the sort. again. trauma)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ any usual icks im sure i'll add

links

AO3

[kenmaiid]

Gamer! Barbatos

Barbatos + gn!reader

[ok not an actual gamer AU scenario sort of thing but no one talks enough about the fact that Barbatos canonically games and its driving me nuts]

the demon brothers | other dateables + Luke

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We already know its canon that Levi used to game with Barbatos, I mean he was literally trying his hardest to convince Diavolo into getting the butler to start playing with him again, so we know for certain he used to -So then why did he stop? Well, its rather obvious that the man is always so busy working around the school and the castle pretty much 24/7. He is booked and busy!! So it would make sense that he would just prioritize work much more than that -but he must be really good right if Levi himself is so desperate to bring him back to the gaming scene, if only to play with him? yeah?

Barbatos is more of a "I'm playing because you politely asked for a partner" rather than an "I'm playing in my free time of my own violation" (rip our dreams of gamerboyfriend!Barbs...)

I think he's pretty good at pretty much any game he touches honestly. He picks most things up instantly, used to many years of working under someone as eccentric as Diavolo. But that's not to say that he doesn't have a few moments where he doesn't fumble. Give him a minute though, he's a quick learner.

He seems like the type to be especially good at games like Monster Hunter, Fire Emblem or Octopath Traveler etc. Any sort of game that requires good battle tactics and strategy he absolutely eats it up. He likes something that offers some challenge.

Which leads me to think that he'd probably be quite good at any sort of competitive party type game as well! (Mario Kart, Mario Party etc) It might not show immediately on the surface but he enjoys just a little bit of friendly competition, especially if you’re not one to back down as well. He's a little sneaky like that. So good luck

I feel like it would be very silly goofy to witness him actually playing a game in person though. Something about seeing a controller in his gloved hands (or otherwise) just doesn't fit his image at all. Will probably joke about this aloud to MC once he notices the look of amusement on their face. "And just what is so funny over there, hm?" He smiles more-so to himself.

He's not the type to overreact when playing, or move his mouse or controller all over the place. He's just quietly poised and focused, perfectly still. Perhaps the slightest frown of irritation might frame his features if things aren't going the way that he likes, but he has all the time in the world, literally. Whatever tasks need to be done in-game, they will eventually get completed. So he doesn't stress about it too much.

What he can't really get behind are the more lax/'childish' games surprisingly. You'd think that he'd enjoy the tranquil or peaceful 'simpler' games more, but theyre not really his cup of tea (ha) : Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Roblox. I just feel like he would be momentarily confused, before figuring things out and quickly realizing that he feels absolutely ridiculous playing them. "I built this very elaborate... “ He frowns. “...square mansion home. What now, MC? Maybe a square garden I suppose...?" He frowns even more as you try not to laugh at his solid block avatar-

Probably not the fondest of mobile games either unfortunately. Might consider them to be just a little bit of a waste of his valuable work time. There's always so much to tidy up and take care of around the castle... The Devildom would crumble if he was just sitting there playing Flappy Bird tbh. Though The Young Prince certainly doesn't have any qualms against playing them when he should be doing paperwork-

Semi-related though I think he would be killer at Among Us. Literally a master manipulator. Everyone (minus Levi, MC and Solomon) just always automatically believes him about whatever task he says he was doing. ‘You were walking towards this hallway at the time of the crime? Okay Barbatos, let's vote Mammon out instead.’

Levi's always getting killed by him that’s why he never trusts him. And Solomon just seems like the type who would witness him killing and not say anything for the fun of it)

Though, if MC does catch him on a very, very, very, very, very rare day off when he isn’t attending to others, or shopping, or checking in on everyone else... then he’s most definitely spending his time with them. If MC asks nicely enough he might offer to let them watch him play something for just a little while. But only if they promise to join in later.

[skygemspeaks]

Just curious, what do you think sdv does better than my time at Portia (and the reverse?)

hmmm, well it is a little unfair to compare them, just because sdv was made by one person while portia had a while team behind it and they had more resources in making the game, so it’s a lot more complex than sdv is in basically every aspect. i think it’s a disservice to sdv, because they both serve different purposes, i guess you could say?

mtap just has a lot more to do.

keeping that in mind though:

things mtap does better: more characters (64 as opposed to 31), more fleshed out characters, more complex relationship dynamics with not only the bachelors and bachelorettes but also the other townsfolk, more dynamic dungeons, a stronger storyline, better graphics, has voice acting, more choice in how to develop your character’s skills as you level up (for example sdv has four skills that you can level up, and at levels 5 and 10 you can choose specializations for each of those skills, but portia has a really cool skill tree that you can put stat points into every time your character levels up)

some exciting news about portia is that there’s also a huge update planned for sometime this year that’s going to add 10 hours of story to the game and i’m super hyped for it!

things sdv does better: while mtap focuses more on the storyline aspect and your workshop in the game works as a prop to help move the story along, stardew valley is the opposite. advancing your farm and customizing it to your preferences is the main point of the game while its main quest (fixing up the old community centre) helps you unlock certain things that will help you diversify your farm and make your play more enjoyable. this means that it has more replayability. portia has a hell of a lot to do and it’s fun getting to know the other characters and stuff, but once the main story is over, things do start to slow down a LOT. you can continue to take commissions to build things for people in town, but other than that there’s not much to do in your workshop. there are customization options to make your workshop look nicer, but at the end of the day function is prioritized over form. meaning that while mtap truly shines in the early game, stardew valley’s strength actually lies in the endgame! portia is something that you’ll enjoy playing once and then you’ll probably put it down for a long time, but stardew is something that you can find yourself coming back to over and over again over time. its simplicity really helps in this aspect too, because it makes it a lot easier to get back into it after spending time away.

another awesome thing about stardew valley is that it has a thriving modding community that can really enhance your experience of the game with mods that range anywhere from item spawners to mods that add new hairstyles or clothes or even craftable items to the game.

at the end of the day, both games are absolutely fantastic in their own way and if you have the means, i would highly recommend both. portia is quite a bit more expensive than stardew though, so i can definitely understand not everyone can afford that. just be sure to choose the one that better fits what you’re looking for in a game!

[oldtumblhurgoyf]

Stardew Valley Game Plan

Spring

put all the money I can muster (fishing, foraging, etc) into as many parsnips as I can plant by spring 8. Then take (almost) all of that money and put it into strawberries to be planted the day of the Egg Festival, spring 13. (perhaps take 5 gold star parsnips for the community center) Put just the money necessary into spring crops to complete community center.

Acquire a combination of 11 dandelions and/or leeks to gift to Penny. Two every week in spring and the first week of summer. One in week two of summer.

Summer

Put as much of that strawberry money into blueberries as possible come summer, also planting necessary community center crops. Plant 8 melons for Penny. Beginning at the end of the second week of summer you gift her two of these each week. In fall you can gift her one on the first, one on the second, and then again on the third because that’s her birthday. My hope is to achieve bouquet levels by the second of fall so on her birthday the gift will complete the final two hearts. Then any rainy day in the rest of the fall I can grab the amulet to propose.

First blueberry harvest is summer 14. So you can put off all other crops except the melons for Penny until you have the money from that harvest.

Fall

When summer ends you sink a on of money into your fall crop of cranberries. Pretty much as much as possible. If you haven’t done it yet, upgrade your house as well (I need to look into if the house upgrade is necessary to grab the proposal amulet or if I can get the amulet and then upgrade).

Notes

For strawberries it likely doesn’t matter, but from blueberries on, plant your crops in a 3x3 grid with the center open so you can plug in any sort of sprinklers you get as the season goes on, lessening the work and time you spend watering every day. Prioritize fishing and foraging early in the season to get those knocked out. Then spend any other time available in the mines specifically looking for minerals to upgrade tools and fill your fields with sprinklers.

IMPORTANT: Keep about 1500 on you every Friday and Sunday to visit the traveling merchant. Netting some animal products or especially the red cabbage and sandfish can save you thousands of gold and lots of time and effort. I’d kick myself if those items were there on a day I didn’t have money for them. Though in a pinch you should be able to scavenge up some stuff to sell day of and make it back in time to grab up those coveted items.

The next step on this is to figure out exactly how much of my spring and summer berry money should go into more seeds and how much is available to spend on farm buildings, animals, and the community center. I am leaning toward all strawberry profits going into the next set of crops and then after I see how much I get from the first blueberry crop I can crunch some numbers and see what I can accomplish. Animals can wait until fall I believe (I think I got stuff from them for the community center within three weeks of caring for them every day). But if it’s possible to knock out all my goals in Fall then by damn I’m gonna shoot for that.

Still need red cabbage or red cabbage seeds (and then the greenhouse if that’s the case) from the traveling merchant, but everything else should be achievable.

Also debating how early I should grab a stable. Faster travel is really big so probably sooner than I think (mid summer is my thought currently).

Mining strat: Dive as deep as possible first. It gets you better gear, a stardrop or whatever that fruit’s called, is necessary to get the red quartz to complete the community center, and then gives you more choices on where to go to mine the minerals you need later (you could even just go to the 5 levels via elevator only grabbing the easiest stuff and not bothering to look for a ladder down a level). Basically, take a ladder as soon as you find one until you hit the bottom of the mine.

That’s honestly probably the condensed culmination of my Stardew spreadsheets. I think this is the ideal strat. Other love interests that might be feasible are Sam (Summer 17 birthday, so I’m not sure that gives you enough time prior but it may, and you should have enough time after), Elliott (Fall 6 birthday so basically he’s the male version of Penny as far as things go except Penny’s favorite gifts are much easier to achieve) or perhaps Maru (Summer 10 birthday, so least ideal as far as making her your girlfriend in time to use a birthday gift to net the last two hearts).

I’m doing another play through with all this in mind and then I’ll probably look into presenting it in some sort of guide. My next play through I’m actually going to note what I do each day so I can look back and pinpoint any misplays or misused time.

[ultralifehackerguru-blog]

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How to Keep Your Energy Up When You’re Totally Stressed Out

I don’t know about you, but my world has been a little more stressful since… say, last November. Even without the continuous news updates—and the time I spend reading them, along with the various Twitter threads that try to game theorize them—I’ve got a lot to manage and balance in my life: I work part-time as an editor, my debut novel comes out this May, I’m completing assignments for a number of freelance writing clients, I teach writing classes, and I’m a volunteer tutor. (And that’s just the work stuff.)

A friend recently asked me how I keep my energy up with all of this potential stress; after all, I’m still hitting my work deadlines, I’m still meeting my personal goals, and I’m still getting my sleep (though I’m not always sleeping well).

Part of it has to do with optimization and automation—writing effective to-do lists, turning habits into routines, offloading tasks to apps and tracking them on spreadsheets.

But I think the real reason I stay energized—which isn’t to say I’m always happy, or stress-free, just still moving forward—has to do with a lifetime habit of priority and practice.

Practice Doesn’t Make Life Perfect, But It Gets Things Done

My parents are both classically-trained musicians, which meant I grew up as a classically-trained musician (piano, French horn, voice). More importantly, I learned how to practice.

When you practice something, you not only repeat the same scales or arpeggios every day, you also repeat the act of practicing every day. The idea that you’ll sit down with your instrument for 30 minutes, or an hour, or more—and that’ll just be something that happens every day. Usually at the same time, because it’s easier to think “I practice at 7:30 p.m.” than it is to ask yourself, every day, when you’re going to get this done.

And sure, you won’t practice every day. Some days are holidays. Some days you have a friend coming in from out of town. Some days you have extra homework, or your boss asked you to stay late, or your kids have an event, or your editor wants you to do a last-minute rewrite.

But the idea is that you know what a regular day looks like, and what you’ll be doing during that day, and how you’ll prioritize your time. For me, a regular day includes 20 minutes of yoga practice in the morning. It includes a breakfast of ½ cup quick oats, ¼ cup raisins, 1 tablespoon sliced almonds, ½ banana, 1 teaspoon olive oil, and 1 teaspoon honey.

Knowing that information—specifically, knowing what a regular day in the life I want to live looks like—helps me spend less time thinking about what I need to do during the day and more time doing it. It also helps me recognize when I’ve had too many “irregular days,” which is usually when the stress starts to pile up, and when I need to start thinking about what aspect of my life is causing this stress and how I can fix it.

But knowing what I want in a regular day—enough time for a morning yoga practice, for example—is about choosing what to prioritize.

We All Have Different Priorities—So We Should Prioritize Them

My career is the top priority in my life. I don’t work, I don’t eat. I’ve also worked enough jobs to know the value of building a career, and the freedom it can offer. I’ve been a telemarketer. I’ve been a receptionist. I’ve stuffed envelopes and stayed in offices after hours to make photocopies for the boss. I like the career I have now a lot better, and I’m going to keep investing in it.

So, because I’ve chosen “career” as my top priority, everything else gets prioritized based on its ability to support my career. You may have a different top priority; there have been times in my life when “relationship” was my top priority, and you don’t need me to tell you that a lot of people structure their lives based on their ability to support the “family” priority, for example. (You also don’t need me to tell you that the modern workplace often fails to acknowledge that people have any other priorities, but that’s another topic.)

In my case, physical health is another major priority. It’s not just that freelance writers don’t get paid sick days; it’s also that I do my best work if I’ve eaten well, consumed plenty of water, and gotten my daily exercise. I also try to spend eight hours in bed every night, even if that doesn’t always correlate to eight hours of sleep. (There is a difference between priority and control.)

Although it sounds like I must devote a lot of energy to balancing all of that, the truth is that I don’t. The stuff you prioritize is actually the stuff you think about least, because it becomes a part of your regular day. I spend most days eating the same meals, which I’ve selected because they fit my caloric needs, my macros, and my budget—yes, I’m one of those people who pays attention to her nutritional macros—and which I can prepare in under five minutes each. I know how this food will affect my body because I’ve eaten it so many times before; I won’t get the sugar crash or the carb bloat, and because I know what combinations of foods help me stay full, I don’t actually have to think about food between meals.

Instead, I have the energy to focus on other things—most often work, but also friendships, playing Stardew Valley, the book I’m reading (Paul Auster’s 4 3 2 1, in case you’re interested)—the stuff that makes regular days interesting.

Turning my priorities into a daily practice also makes my life less stressful. I want to note that even though there is a correlation between regular exercise and decreased stress, for example, I’m not actually saying everyone needs to get their 10,000 steps (or 15,000, if you prefer), because I understand that everyone has different priorities. Stress, for me, comes when I don’t know what’s going to happen to me and when I feel like I won’t have a say in what happens to me. (This is, no doubt, part of why we’ve all been so stressed since November.) Choosing what to prioritize, even if I don’t know what’s going to happen next, helps me stay focused on what I want to happen.

Know When to Satisfice and When to Maximize

I learned the terms “satisficer” and “maximizer” from Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project, and they’ve reshaped the way I think about prioritization and decision-making.

Some decisions are maximized, or optimized to get the best possible result: What do I need to do to increase my freelance earnings, year over year? What do I need to do, in the hour before bedtime, to help me get the amount of sleep I want?

Other decisions are satisficed, or one-and-done: I do not need you to tell me the benefit of steel-cut oats over quick oats, because I do not care. Quick oats are quick and cheap and I like them, and I’m not worried that I’m missing out on some better oatmeal somewhere.

You may prioritize oatmeal, or have a favorite brand of olive oil that isn’t Safeway Select, and I will reiterate once again that what we prioritize doesn’t matter. The act of making the priority—of choosing what to maximize, what to satisfice, and what to practice—does.

So let’s go back to our current political situation, because I’ve been hinting at it since the beginning. I, like many of you, am very concerned about what might happen in the near future and in the slightly-longer-term future. I could very easily spend every evening reading a hundred different articles hoping to find clues that suggest we’ll all be safe, that we don’t have to worry.

And I did that, for a while, and I had too many irregular days. So I asked myself what needed to change, and I decided that I needed to figure out what actions I could take to help: I could call my representatives (which works), I could make charitable donations that fit within my budget, I could march, and I could continue to show up for the kids I tutor.

That would be enough. I wouldn’t ask myself every day what I should be doing, because I’d already know—and if something else came up that I could do to help, like getting out the vote for an upcoming election, I’d hear about it on Twitter or Wall of Us or 5Calls.org and I could do it. Beyond that, it’s out of my control. (Once again: there is a difference between priority and control.)

So that’s how I keep my energy up during stressful situations. Physically, there’s sleep and some walking and a bunch of water, but it’s the mental decisions that I think really matter. I focus on what I want and what I can do, my choices and my boundaries, my priorities and my practice.

I’ll end this by noting that today could have been a stressful day. I slept poorly last night because I made the mistake of checking my email right before bed, and saw a work email that I thought about all night long; I got another work email that I needed to answer first thing this morning, which I try not to do; plus I have to work late tonight because a source I want to interview is only available in the evening.

And yet I did my yoga and I ate my oatmeal and I’m feeling fine. I don’t feel anxious about working late because it doesn’t happen often, and I know that if it starts happening every day, I’ll start looking for something I can change. I feel energized, ready, satisfied. I’ll have less free time tonight, but I also won’t check my email before bed, and tomorrow I’ll get to wake up, eat my favorite breakfast, and start my practice over again.

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