#stardew Valley elliott

[fuerrziah]

"I accept!"

redraw of my older art from few months ago

[squid-eye]

Aaaand I drew Elliott too he's my favorite so far

I couldn't resist his bi energy... god he's just too precious

[ohvennn]

GODDDD THIS JOKE IS SOOO OLDDDD !!!!!!

[temmiesky]

💐✨

Elliott Harem goes hard rn ‼️🔥💪

SILLY COLLAB WITH MY SUPER AWESOME (Elliott) MOOTS!!! 🎉💕 @lantern-hermit @sonicsbigmassivepersonality @melonae @lunasdemise @fuerrziah

I like to imagining our farmers confessing to Elliott with the bouquet like this ehehehe 😋

Original base! :

[sting-raes]

various Elliotts with his tits out for your viewing pleasure

(pirate Elliott specifically requested by @writer-by-the-sea lol)

[meanyspleeny]

I love the thought of Elliott being a vampire for Halloween/spirit’s eve but I couldn’t help but think he would also dress up as a pirate. Do we think he’d dress up as a swabbie or a captain??? I sketched out both because why not. + close ups

[n1klaushenning]

I drew Elliott with some Flowers. No further context to this drawing, I was just adding things as I pleased. But I quite like it, so here it is 🪄🪄🪄

[bo-reo]

Before the "Meet the author" in Zuzu city

Imagine if you as the farmer got to go to Zuzu city with Elliott before he did his new book public reading.. If that happened, I imagine it would look like this:

Again, I'm sorry for the low quality, the original png file was 127 MB because I did the background by hand (it took me 2 days to finish) and the whole drawing took me 2 weeks because I couldn't render Elliott nicely at all... It was a struggle. Anyways, enjoy!

[xenonpurpules]

i took my old elliot's portrait and remade it in some kind of disco elysium style 'cause i like to analyze pictures from this game also i did different source of light to make him more dramatic

disco elysium but if you could romance not only kim

[panickingpansexuality]

Mommy Issues

Your mother comes to visit you

Warning this story contains a not wonderful reunion with a toxic parent

For five years you have been no contact with your mother and everyday that her words didn't dig into you was another day that you were healing.

Elliott and you were at the Saloon sharing a drink in celebration of him coming home from a second book tour. He was working on another novel but was having trouble finding a good antagonist, luckily for him and ill fortunated of, you fate was just about to deliver one.

The door to the Saloon opened and your entire body went rigid.

"Ellie.." you whisper out. "We gotta go."

Elliott doesn't ask questions, the woman's back is turned to you two as she chats up Gus, quickly you two make it for the door and out into the night.

"Who is that?" He asks as you two speed walk home.

"My mother.." you say your heart clenching in your chest. "I can't believe she's here."

Elliott knew the relationship with your mother wasn't one to write home about, he knew that she had ripped your heart out with her narcissistic personality and you had fought hard to get away from her.

"Breathe my darling." Elliott said grabbing your hand

You went through your breathing exercises feeling the bile rise up in your throat. A thousand questions ran through your head as you wondered why she was here. Why now? Who had told her you were here? Dad?

You didn't remember the walk home, the feeling of Elliott holding your hand and controlling your uneven breaths were all you could register.

The lights were out, Elliot's body held yours as a form of sensory seeking.

"I hope she doesn't find the farm." You say quietly

Elliott stayed up with you until two when you both went to bed.

The next morning there was a knock on your door around ten. You went to answer it, Elliott was in the barn with Bubba the pig. Which left you alone with the woman you hated the most.

"Mother." You said.

"Hello (y/n), my darling. Stand up straight will you? Is this your home?" You stepped back as she let herself in.

"My, have you only just moved in? It looks like it needs a lot of work."

"We do ask." Elliott said from the doorway, "that guests take off their shoes before entering."

"Who's this?" Your mother asks taking a seat the table.

"My husband." You say tightly.

She looks Elliott up and down like a stain in the carpet, then turns to you.

"Well, I suppose that he's your type, though I think that he could do a little better."

"Do not speak about my partner like that." Elliott says coldly.

"Oh are you still in with that gender nonsense?" Your mother asks you. "Seriously darling, you're a perfect girl I see no reason to-"

"They," Elliott says tightly "are a perfect person and I think it's time you leave." Elliott says, "I spent four years chasing after that human. Four years of hoping and praying that I would get a single date and Yoba granted me with a partner more perfect than nature itself."

Your mother leaned back in the chair and looked him up and down.

"I came all this way and you're going to tell me to leave my daughter?"

"You came all this way to ridicule your child and I'm telling you that I will not stand by and have you rip away what they've been trying to heal for the last five years! Now you can either walk out or I can have our trusty goat kick you out."

"You let a goat into your house no wonder it's so-"

"Taylor!" Elliott yells outside, with a quick a high pitched whistle your goat jumps the stone fence and runs up past your dog and into the house.

The goat belts innocently at you, with a quick wag of it's tail it looks at the stranger and goes behind the chair she's sitting in.

The goat headbutts the chair and the woman stumbles out of it, she screeches as the goat and pulls the hem of your mother's skirt. She screams and runs out of the house cursing you both.

You run to the door and yell;

"Fuck off with you and your curses you hateful cunt!"

Elliott laughs and Taylor the goat belts after her, then innocently leaves the house and goes for the berry bush for a well deserved treat.

"Are you alright?" Elliott asks you.

You sigh and lean against the doorway, heart pounding, shaking your head you wordlessly allow Elliott to hold you in his arms.

"I froze up..thank you so much for standing up for me."

Elliott shakes kisses the top of your head, his arms like a weight holding you to reality that you're safe.

"I will always do what I can for you, please don't thank me for doing the bare minimum."

"Elliott, it isn't the bare minimum to me..its more than I could ever dream of someone doing for me."

Elliott sighs, a knot in his chest forming at how such a little basic action means the world to you, he feels good that he made you feel good but he hates how it was through him doing something anyone should do for you.

Your husband is almost startled when suddenly you pull away and place a sensual kiss to his lips, his arms coming to your ribcage to hold you close, a small groan escaping him as you kiss.

Someday you'll realize that someone who loves you should do more than the bare minimum for you and your confidence will truly thrive then and he can't wait to grow with you through that.

[fuerrziah]

their slowburn lore has leah gritting her teeth

(also @melonae who send me the og video YAJAHSH)

[beach-hermit]

Victorian goth Elliott inspired by my post. I finished that just now bc I thought about this idea the whole time at work lol

[magnificenttragedysandwich]

I need you all to know I am actually going insane. Like every spare moment is spent thinking about Elliott. The only reason I can concentrate on my degree is that I keep thinking "hehe I'm like young Elliott getting my useless arts degree" and I'm imagining Elliott encouraging me to study. I'm actually losing it. I am incapable of having thoughts that aren't related to him. I was put on earth to think depraved thoughts about this man. I desire him carnally.

[temmiesky]

"Your feminine allure is irresistible today. I can't keep my eyes off you." 💕

My wife so beautiful I'm gonna faint <\3

[sting-raes]

thinking about Elliott dealing with Impostor syndrome.

He's a good writer, and he knows this — to some degree. He knows he's good with words and imagery and coming up with character dynamics. But reading others' works when he has time off from his own produces either one of two results:

He's inspired, wanting to hone his own technique to one day be able to be on par with the very authors who made him pick up the quill in the first place.

Or he finishes the book dejected. Look at how much better the story flows compared to his last novel, their descriptions so much more colourful and evocative, he'd never measure up.

And all of a sudden he wonders if he's not as good as he once thought he was. Was he really as good at painting a picture with words as he was led to believe? Maybe he should just pack up now, leave Pelican Town and rot behind a desk in a cubicle in the city.

But it usually goes away with enough encouragement from his loved ones and self care.

[gothicbeanie]

I just started playing Stardew Valley and here's what methods I think the bachelors would use to get high:

Sebastian: Darts

Harvey: Tincture

Shane: Dirty bong

Sam: Infused joint

Elliot: Wooden pipe

Alex: Cannabutter