#if this isn't muck um. that's your name now. sorry.

[xluxsolarisx]

your stardew passion invigorates me:> i mean, everyone else i know who's played it before also thinks it great, and that last ask along with some recent changes in personal circumstance have me feeling like it's finally something i should pick up ^^ would you recommend playing through the game vanilla first or are some mods just worth it?

the love i hold for stardew valley...it fills you with determination....

anyway yay!!! i think it's great you want to get into the game, and i'd love to help you :3 as for whether or not you should play vanilla first or modded, well some mods have stuff that only happens in the first year or the story kinda depends on it having always been there, so it can be a bit immersion breaking to have like. an entire ass town spawn out of the blue a year in. but on the other hand, some mods alter the vanilla game itself and change the story, but they're not really invasive changes and i'd argue it actually makes it better so i guess i'd reccomend playing modded straight up. if you want to experience the vanilla story you can make a different save state and remove the mods when you're playing that save state and you can pretend it's an alternate universe kinda. that's what i do :p

oh yeah!! before you install mods, you're gonna need to install smapi you can't use mods without it. here's a text guide on how to install it, and here's a video guide in case you would prefer a video demonstration. a good place to get mods is nexusmods! they update pretty frequently and have some cool stuff c:

and you know what? i'm gonna give you some personal mod recommendations. stardew valley expanded, ridgeside village, east scarp, and lunna astray are all what i like to call dlc mods. they add story, new characters, new mechanics, food, clothes, all that good stuff! and they're all pretty compatible with each other, so there won't be any weird glitches. other mods, like juna, always raining in the valley, zuzu city, adventurer's guild expanded and mister ginger are a bit smaller, but still fit in that category as well.

there are also mods that improve the technical aspect of the game, like raffadax complete production. it adds a massive amount of weapons, food, and crops, but no real storyline or marriage candidates. there are also cosmetic mods that change how the characters look, like diverse stardew valley and seasonal outfits-slightly cuter aesthetic, and clothing mods for the player character, like get glam, so it really depends on what you'd prefer! you can use some mods, one specific type of mods, or all the mods! the modding community is so diverse and you're bound to find something you'll like eventually. have fun mucky!!!

[angst-fairygodmother]

Hi, I hope this isn't annoying sending a request but I was wondering if you could maybe do a fic with the reader and Geralt based on the song Fight for Me from Heathers: the Musical? It doesn't have to be a songfic with lyrics or anything but I thought it might be cool, sorry if its awful

A/N: Sweetheart, muffin, honey bunches of oats, a) you are def. not annoying for requesting fics, I’m happy to take them until/unless I say otherwise, and b) you come in here to my inbox, request a fic – you give me Permission to write based on what might be my favorite song from a bizarre cult-classic musical and then you feel like you need to apologize?! Niet. There is nothing to apologize for and, in fact, thank you. I love you anon, and I hope you love this fic. Word Count: 1044 Content Warning: violence A/N2: Just realized this is my first strictly Geralt x Reader fic. So thank you for that as well Anon.

Your eyes fell on the white-haired stranger, tracking him as he walked through the market, head tucked low as if he thought he could hide despite his striking appearance and…bulk. You had a bad feeling that this was not going to end well for him.

“Hey! Butcher! What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” one of the local thugs, a bald-headed brute named Mick, called out.

He and his cronies, about seven of the dumbest meatheads you’d ever met, began circling slowly like a pack of coyotes, laughing and jeering as if to provoke the stranger.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath, bracing yourself against the fencepost, ready to jump in and handle the carnage when it was over, just as the first punch was thrown.

The stranger ducked smoothly under the swing and it connected with the thug trying to flank him. He followed the motion with a quick jab to Mick’s face and even from your distant watching post, you heard the crunch of breaking bone. Instinct told you to look away, but you couldn’t, finding yourself drawn to the sight of the combat, and the elegant movements of the stranger who somehow managed to make a dance out of brawling in the street.

All your life you had abhorred violence. But somehow, he made it look, well to be frank, incredibly sexy.

Two men now lay on the ground, groaning but alive, and surprisingly, conscious. The stranger had a few minor injuries: his eyebrow split open, a swollen lip, bloody knuckles. You wanted to go to his side, to offer to treat the wounds, to hold him tenderly and mop away the muck, run your fingers through his hair.

“Bloody witcher!” Mick cursed, charging again.

You realized that the fight had been going on for quite a while, the thugs refusing to give up and the stranger refusing to give ground. You were impressed. Mick and his gang were notorious in the area and ruthless. You found yourself entranced with the back and forth, the dodges and the blows, a flowing fluid action. And then all too soon it was over and you were internally scolding yourself for being glad to see that the stranger stood victorious, for engaging at all with the fight instead of turning away in disgust as you otherwise might have.

“Hey,” you said softly, hopping down off the fence to land in the tall grass. “I don’t know your name, but I’d like to.”

He grunted, a noise half in pain and half dismissive, as if he thought you didn’t actually care.

“I’m a healer. Will you let me take a look at those injuries?” Technically it was not a lie, even if you were only an apprentice still. It was enough to handle his minor hurts.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with your fellow townsfolk on the ground?” his gravelly voice sent tingles up your spine and you wanted him to tell you every story in the world, and a number of more scandalous things.

You shrugged. “Mick and his thugs have been nothing but trouble since the day they breezed in here and decided they were our ‘protectors.’ Frankly, I think you deserve a parade for knocking them down a peg.”

“No parades.” Your perceptive eye caught both the slight quirk of the corner of his mouth and the wince that followed it.

You laughed. “Fine, no parades, but can I tend your wounds?” Your fingers itched to reach out and touch him.

With an edge of reluctance, he nodded and you waved him over to a nearby bench.

“That was some pretty impressive fighting,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady and neutral as you gently poked at the skin around each mark on his gorgeously pale skin, feeling yourself warm under his amber gaze. Nothing seemed to be broken.

“You can…punch…um…real good.” You frowned at the lameness of your attempted compliment, pulling a small jar of ointment out of your pouch.

He huffed, almost a chuckle, and you shivered as the hot breath brushed the thin fabric at your middle, leaning over him as you were. The images it sent through your body made you flush, hot with both shame and desire, and you hoped desperately that he didn’t notice.

“So, what did you say your name was?” you continued, keeping up the one-sided conversation as you dabbed the cleansing medicine on the wounds. Your teacher always said that gentle chatter helped calm patients and distract them from the pain that your treatment might cause, but he flinched so near-imperceptibly that you probably didn’t actually need it.

“Geralt,” he said, once again hesitant, “of Rivia.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you Geralt of Rivia,” you beamed down at him. “My name is Y/N. And I have to say you are one of the best patients I have ever had the pleasure of treating.”

He shifted slightly, seeming uncomfortable, or perhaps just unused to, your compliment. “I have no coin for you Y/N…” the way his tongue curled around your name sent another wave of wanton desire through you.

“That’s quite alright, Geralt of Rivia,” you practically purred. “Like I said, it’s on the house as thanks for making those assholes think twice about bothering folks. Although if you’re free tonight…maybe we can give each other a better thanks?”

Your own boldness shocked you, almost as much as the heat that lit behind his eyes and the soft brush of his fingers against the inside of your wrist, ghosting down to your palm to press a room key into your hand. Gently, he moved you out of his way and stood.

“I have business with the alderman,” he said, “but perhaps we’ll see each other again.”

“I think we shall,” you smirked. “And just so you know, I expect you to fight for me.” He growled in response, deep with desire and promises of a truly wild evening, but only if you accepted his invitation.

‘Holy shit!’ you thought to yourself. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

You cast him a wink before turning and walking the other direction, making a show of slipping the key into a pocket for safekeeping, and very much looking forward to the evening.