#but stardew valley is just so cozy

[snowfoxriot]

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[softcronch]

🌾🌱 Starpiece (a zosan one piece/stardew valley AU) 🌱🌾

//zoro has a farm, but he doesn't have a kitchen. he's learning to live with it.//

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Zoro doesn't have a proper kitchen.

He doesn't have much of anything, really. The farmhouse is all of one room, with furnishings that consist of a bed (too small; his feet hang off the ends), a dresser (he only needs one drawer to fit all of his clothes), a fireplace that smokes, and a small pet bed (bought new, one week after a little kitten ambled onto his farm and refused to leave; he's named her Onigiri.) 

Feeding the cat is pretty simple. Pelican Town has an abundance of lakes, streams, and rivers scattered around. Not to mention the entire ocean.  Lucky for him, Onigiri isn’t too picky about where her fish come from because Zoro can never seem to find the same body of water twice. 

He lets the cat tag along whenever he ventures into town. Actually, Onigiri practically insists on it. She doesn’t seem to have any trouble finding her way around. Zoro chalks this up to some innate, mystical cat sense because, as far as he’s concerned, Pelican Town is a fucking maze. Even with Onigiri's help, he manages to get lost at least four times a week.

Not that Zoro’s an exceptionally social guy; he wouldn’t even bother going into town at all if not for the fact that, on most days, the Stardrop Saloon is his primary source of food. Sure, he manages to catch, cook, and eat his own fish in addition to the cat’s, but he’ll be the first to admit that he’s no cook, and there’s only so many times he’s willing to endure food poisoning in a place without proper indoor plumbing. 

So, for now, food from the Stardrop is a necessary expense. Luckily, his most recent crop of parsnips turned out decently enough, so for now, he’s sitting on enough cash to last him a while. That is…if he manages not to blow the entire thing on booze. Again. 

Zoro and Onigiri make it to town a little after eleven. Most folks have long since settled into their daily routines, and more than a few of the older folks can be seen around the town square, jibber-jabbering in groups of two or three. Zoro gives a respectful nod to those who raise a hand or greet him by name, but Onigiri is the one who soaks up most of the attention— As usual. 

“Isn’t that just the cutest sight you’ve ever seen!” gushes Caroline. Zoro remembers her name because she’s one of the few people he’s met with hair that’s even greener than his own. 

“The cutest!” Her friend, a redhead, agrees. Zoro is pretty sure her name is Jodi, but he’s not confident enough to address her directly. Luckily, he doesn’t have to. He’s not the one they’re looking at, anyway.

Onigiri weaves between his ankles as he walks, seemingly confident that the hulking farmer-swordsman would never dare to tread on her, even by accident. Head held high, she struts out in front as if leading a parade, putting her black-furred chin on proud display. The rest of her is pure white, nearly blinding in the late morning sunlight. 

The cat looks over her shoulder, tail undulating like a plume of smoke, and fixes Zoro with what he can only describe as a look of pure smugness. 

“Tch,” he scoffs— stupid cat. 

In the distance, he can barely make out the squat, blue roof of JojaMart looming above the treetops. He wouldn’t usually waste his energy giving a shit about that sort of place, but the townsfolk are plenty riled up about it. Nearly everyone despises JojaMart, but that doesn’t stop most folks from shopping there. Zoro can’t blame them, either; he’s seen their prices (or at least, he’s heard Nami fume about them often enough.) People in Pelican Town are just trying to make ends meet, same as everyone else. They can’t exactly be blamed if JojaMart’s prices suit their budgets more comfortably than the unavoidable upcharges at Pierre’s. 

Zoro grits his teeth and scowls at the looming blue roof. If Kuina were here, she’d come to the same conclusion: 

I’ve got to try harder.

A warbling meow and the thump of a warm, furry weight to the side of Zoro’s left shin. Instinctively, he stops in his tracks and looks down. 

Onigiri has stopped in the middle of the path. She sits on her haunches, staring at him with umeboshi-colored eyes. 

“What?” he grunts.

She meows, in answer. 

“What, cat?”

Another meow. Her tail flaps, annoyed. She headbutts his shin. 

Zoro blinks and looks around. “Oh. Where’d this bridge come from?” 

He’s halfway across the east river, on the path toward JojaMart. That damn place must be cursed, if it can move around and draw people in like that. Freaky.

Impatient now, Onigiri pushes at him again with her head as if trying to shove him back in the opposite direction. Zoro is pretty sure he’s already going the right way, but he decides to defer to the cat; he’s too hungry to argue. 

The Stardrop is empty when Zoro and the cat finally stroll inside. Which makes sense; the saloon doesn't open for another hour. Not that Zoro is fully aware of what time it is. All he knows is that he's going to need a big breakfast if he expects to get an entire gross of potatoes planted before sundown (he might have gone a little overboard when buying seeds, but, in his defense, he was thinking about vodka.)

He makes his way through the underbrush of four-top tables toward the bar. The chairs haven't been taken down yet but the floor doesn't look wet, so Zoro isn't worried about getting yelled at for ruining a fresh mop job. 

He plants himself in a stool and rests his elbows on the bartop. Onigiri joins him, claiming the stool to his left. She sits up on her haunches and rests her little paws on the edge of the counter. It's cute as hell. So cute, in fact, that Zoro is manly enough to admit it makes him giggle against his palm. He's still chuckling when the swing door behind the bar is shoved open.

“No, that's fine, Emily dear! I'll prepare the beef. You go ahead and prep the—” Sanji, calling over his shoulder to his singular employee, stops in his tracks. His eyes lock with Zoro's. “—lettuce,” he finishes with a snarl.

Not even the shit-cook's ire can wipe the grin off Zoro's face, not when Onigiri is still bellied up to the bar like she's ready for happy hour. Because of this, Zoro is still battling a giggle-fit when he informs the cook: “We're hungry.”

It takes a beat for Sanji to respond. His face looks weird; flushed and tight around the mouth. He chews the filter of his cigarette with extra verve.

“We're not open yet,” the cook grits out, kicking the swing door shut behind him. The hinges squeak. “Which you would know if you had more than two brain cells kicking around in that mossball you call a head.” He jabs Zoro square in the forehead with his finger.

Zoro doesn't flinch. He's used to this song and dance by now, and he knows the cook is, too. Petty things like “hours of operation” haven't stopped Zoro from barging in at all hours looking for a meal, and Sanji's dislike for the farmer hasn't stopped him from providing one, every time.

Onigiri offers her thoughts on the matter:

“mrr-yow,” she trills.

Sanji and Zoro turn their attention to the cat in tandem. The effect on the cook is instantaneous.

“Oh hello, jolie chat,” Sanji coos in the same smitten manner usually reserved for buxom human women. “Look at you waiting so politely for your breakfast! Coming right up, princess. Wait just a moment.” He scratches Onigiri between the ears; she thanks him with a loud purr.

Zoro grumbles. “Thought you weren't open yet,” he says in a flat tone.

“Hmph. Hungry people always eat in my restaurant, idiot,” Sanji barks at Zoro. Abruptly, he switches right back into love-cook mode: “Especially if they're as sweet and perfect as Oni-chan.” He twirls on the spot and disappears into the kitchen once again. 

“Restaurant,” Zoro snorts, ostensibly for Onigiri's benefit. “I've seen gas stations fancier than this place. People only come here for the booze.”

The cat yowls again, tail flicking. She's not buying Zoro's line, and he can't blame her, not when he's eaten at the Stardrop at least once a day, every day, since arriving in the Valley.

“Always calling me on my shit, cat,” Zoro grumbles. “Typical.” He faces forward in his stool and props his chin onto his crossed arms. Behind the bar, an array of bottles stare back at him from their shelves. He can hear the hum of the mini-fridge under the counter, keeping the beer kegs cold. Maybe the cook will let him have a pint with his lunch today, if he's not feeling too stingy.

Maybe the cook will join him today, too. He does that sometimes if there's not too much prep to be done before the actual customers start trickling in (however slowly; it's a small ass town.) Onigiri is with him today, which works in Zoro's favor. Sanji is always more likely to eat with him when the cat is there too. 

The thing is… Zoro's started looking forward to these lunchtime trips. They've become… special to him. He knows the reason why, just like he also knows why he always makes sure to arrive before the Stardrop officially opens for the day.

See, the cook will actually talk to him while they eat. Sometimes Sanji will ask him how the food tastes and Zoro will respond in five syllables or less, which never fails to rile the cook up. His cheeks always get red when he fumes, ranting about uncultured marimo, and Zoro keeps waiting for the day that Sanji notices him smirking around his fork. Will the cook figure it out on his own, or is Zoro going to have to admit to riling him up on purpose? It's not Zoro's fault that the cook looks cute when he’s pissed off.

Sometimes Sanji asks about how things are going on the farm, and Zoro always has more than five syllables to spare for that particular topic, especially if they're enjoying a beer with their lunch. 

The crops grow too slowly; the fences never stay fixed; and no matter how many damn scarecrows he puts up, Zoro can't seem to protect his plants from stupid crows. Sanji never offers him any advice on the matter, and Zoro doesn't want any. Not from him. He's perfectly fine with getting laughed at by the cook, especially because he's got a point. What the fuck is Zoro doing, thinking he can run a whole farm by himself?

But no matter how much they bicker during the meal, Zoro always walks away from those shared lunches feeling fuller than when he went in. The chores always feel a little easier, after. His tools don't feel so heavy. 

Beside him, Onigiri stares intently at the swing door as if she shares Zoro's eager anticipation for the cook to reappear. Zoro reaches out a hand to stroke her back.

The swing door is pushed open, and out comes the cook.

He's got a small bowl in one hand full of what looks like tunafish puree. The bowl is pink and dotted with little white paw-prints (Zoro just knows the cook bought it specially for her, his only cat customer.)

Balanced in Sanji's other hand is a large round tray, topped with two heaping plates. Zoro smiles.

He's doing just fine without a proper kitchen. 

[nudibutch]

i was finally able to have the house to myself for a bit today... brought all my dirty dishes out of my room and was able to tidy up a little bit without feeling weird

[dogboysora]

Video game journalism never fails to amuse me. Look, I'm as fond of Eric Barone as any other Stardew fan, but I'm not sure if him getting into Balatro is headline-worthy, ya know?

[rosicheeks]

Omg hii!! 💜

I need to thank you glows been so much fun! I’ve basically been playing since you sent the recommendation, and now I’m gonna be home sick for a few days (finally got Covid…oops)

If you haven’t played it yet you should try cozy grove! It’s my other fav game rn but it’s more paced so you sometimes have to wait for the next day!

Anyways, thanks again, and lemme know if you end up trying cozy grove 🥰🥰🥰 hope you have a fantastic week!!

[moossnesc]

Don't bully him 🥺

had to draw his stupid little coat cause like, sweetie... what the crap are you wearing 0_0

[t00thpasteface]

webfishing is such a breath of fresh air honestly. i feel like every vaguely "cozy" title wants to be minecraft or animal crossing or stardew valley, but the bloat of all the obligatory timesink systems has been smothering the joy of the low-stakes open-ended lollygagging. i can never just hang out in games like that, because everything is locked behind so many layers of heirloom mechanics included purely for trendiness (via blind imitation of the big name games) and not because they actually improve the gamefeel or streamline the gameplay loop. i can't just play ten minutes of a game like that because those ten minutes are gonna damage my tools/armor or run down a timer or use up a crafting resource or some other chain reaction of unfun grinding garbage.

meanwhile, webfishing has no crafting, no survival, no item breakage, no stamina meter, no food meter, no jumpscares... the physics-defying out-of-bounds void area doesn't beat you over the head with the creepypasta shlock and mostly just exists as a fun convenient hangout spot to catch basically every fish in... and best of all there's insane griefing potential (meowing/barking, punching people into the water to drown them, playing guitar badly, drawing stupid shit all over the ground at spawn) yet zero consequences for actually getting griefed. if someone drowns you it literally does not affect you for longer than like five seconds.

also you can buy scratch offs and get drunk. i really appreciate that. i dislike the way a lot of cozy games seem to be stuck in a kid friendly tone owing to their origins in E and E10+ games/websites, only ever vaguely referring to adult topics, even while being marketed heavily towards nostalgic adults who grew up on the original ds or played a lot of neopets. just because i want a simple gameplay style doesn't mean i want to be babied; i want the simplicity because i'm an adult with realass adult responsibilities and don't have time/energy to grind, not because i'm still mentally ten years old and blanche at mature topics. and so i really appreciate the way webfishing will scratch that itch for "wild world if it was just fishing and able sisters" while also letting you have bloodshot eyes, wear a hat that says "i love peeing", and then blow all your money on beer and scratch offs. like honestly truly who else is doing it like webfishing

[konckalicious]

i'm really sad because its christmas vacation and i dont get to see my friends while im in possibly the worst headspace ive ever been in (including that i can't easily get hyped about things, am scared half the time, feel like people dont like me) and it hurts and i honestly just want uni to start asap so i dont feel so lonely and out of rhythm anymore

[pastatrolatrash]

I WILL CHERISH THIS FANART FOREVER

twin bed

[shortamarble]

for my english class I get to write an essay about Stardew Valley and i really don't know how i'm gonna keep this within the page limit

[sabertoothwalrus]

hey if you want to try a FREE-to-play cozy game (with no pay-to-win or gacha scams) that’s like a mix between Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, and a lil bit of BotW/TotK for PC and switch, you should play Palia. It’s an mmo so you can play with your friends and cook, fish, collect bugs, etc together!

should note:

they just released a lunar new year festival update, like, yesterday. I haven’t even gotten the chance to play it yet!

the game IS in open beta, so it can be buggy sometimes. But the glitches are usually pretty funny and again, it is a free game, so I can’t really complain

you can be poly

you can romance a robot

the community is very friendly, if there’s a rare node people usually call it out in the chat and wait for everyone to arrive before taking it.

if you make an account using my referral code you get a fruit basket welcome gift 🤭

[what-even-is-thiss]

I feel like when it comes to the stardew valley spouses Sebastian would be the one I settle down with but Elliot is the one I think about at night.

He shines too brightly. He’s a little too loud. But he still makes my gay little heart jump the same way it did the first time. Every time.

But Sebastian is more stable. Sebastian loves you but can still have his own life separate from you. And he’s there. Quiet, but he’s there.

But Elliot alone in his cabin side eyes me every time I walk down to the beach. I meet his eyes a bit too long at festivals. We both know. We both know if one of us asked we would. But we won’t. It seems that he’s destined to be lonely and I am destined to be trapped. If not in my corporate job then there on that farm with that cozy safe husband and children, crops that need tending to, animals that need feeding.

Is anyone unhappy? No. Elliot has his modest success. He can live modestly off of his book sales. In time he grows old on that beach just as he feared, but it’s not so bad. He’s the town eccentric. He’s the local writer. He writes a new novel every year. A cheap little thing bought at an airport bookstore. A romance writer whose books are eaten and discarded within a week. And he’s happy.

And I sell my little artisan goods. Cheese and wine mostly these days. We put a little skull and crossbones on the wine bottles, just to be edgy. Just because we can. Children grow up in a stable and happy home with all the space in the world to run through the blueberry fields, their adoption papers framed on the wall, their slightly weird alternative dads taking them on motorcycle rides through the mountains. We’re quiet. We only get out on Fridays. Everyone knows us but we don’t hold hands at the store.

Elliot and I sit at the same table in the bar that Leah does. I know her slightly less than I know him. This town has become weirder. That’s good. We chat. Elliot is a messy drunk. Sometimes he gets a little too close to my face when he’s tipsy but he always stops himself. Everyone knows I wouldn’t stop him if he leaned in. Including my husband. We’ve never spoken about it but he’s not dumb. Everyone knows. Everyone also knows that nothing has happened. But it always could.

But Elliot doesn’t lean in. Maybe it’s the smell of dirt on me that breaks the image of me he has in his mind. Maybe it’s the public space. Maybe it’s Sebastian playing pool in the corner. Maybe if he was drunk in a private space everything would come apart. Both of our perfect on paper little lives.

Maybe if this were one of Elliot’s books we would run away together, abandon everything in the middle of the night. But neither of us would like that, really. Both of us are a one person at a time kind of guy. And we both know I made the right choice.

I still have dreams though. Of him and I on a rowboat in the middle of the ocean. He cannot contain himself and kisses me in a fit of passion. Like a vision from another universe where I’m just as happy as I am now. A parallel mirror world where I never climbed onto the back of that motorcycle and ran down the hill to the beach instead, where everything lasted for more than just that one summer.

[fever-dreamer97]

Bakugo, chilling on the couch:

Izuku, comes in crying: Just so you know, you lied to me. Stardew Valley is NOT a cozy game, I have 52 farm animals and they’re all MAD AT ME! *runs out*

Bakugo:

Bakugo: Good.

[casualaruanienjoyer]

What kind of video games would these AOT characters like to play?

Armin: puzzle games! Something that requires his full attention, challenging but still fun. It feels very rewarding to beat them. He would probably like the game Baba is You or Portal 2.

Annie: visual novels, especially psychological horror or murder mystery ones. She loves being able to "play" a book, and the voice acting and beautiful visuals create such an immersive experience. Sometimes when she gets stuck, Armin helps her out! Something she would enjoy may be Steins Gate or Ace Attorney.

Connie: ROCKET LEAGUEEE LET'S GOOO!!

Jean: he quite likes games with multiple choices, a good story that you can influence through your decisions. He probably enjoys LA Noir and Heavy Rain. However, he doesn't do super well with horror games...

Reiner: this man owns every single copy of Fifa from the year he was born and until today. But he also enjoys Mario Kart!

Pieck: dating sims! And one of her favorites is Monster Prom. She finds them hilarious, but also likes being able to choose different people to romance. Don't tell anyone, but Annie sometimes enjoys playing these with Pieck.

Mikasa: cozy games, farming, cooking, making friends. Animal crossing and Stardew Valley are some of her favorites. It's just so nice and calm!

Eren: SUPER SMASH BROS LET'S GOOOO but yes fighting games!! Beat em ups, battle royale, doesn't matter! Anything goes!

Levi: this may come as a surprise, but this man is secretly a Simmer. Yes, you heard it! He only plays the base games, from time to time. But there's something so satisfying about creating people he dislikes in Sims and then removing that sweet sweet ladder. Ha...ha

Zeke: driving simulators. This man was BORN TO TRUCK!

Yelena: something about her just screams I TROLL IN MMOs so yeah I will say she probably plays games like Leagues of Legends, gets VERY aggressive and screams in her mic. Makes kids cry in Fortnite.

Onyankopon: he is a man of culture, so of course he would enjoy adventure RPGs. He has over 1000 hours in Breath of the Wild. Somehow.

[finalgirllx]

Mattheo Riddle - Gamer BF Headcanons

minors dni | smut implied at the end | F! reader implied modern au | this is so self-indulgent im sorry

-Mattheo gets very into online gaming with his friends, often being the loud and rowdy one who cracks dirty jokes on voice chat. -he isn't very good at multiplayer, though, but will never admit it. 'Definitely a glitch. those kills are way off. No way Enzo got more than me; he didn't do shit! This game has it out for me, I swear.' -he enjoys single-player games as well as a pastime. -loves horror games, zombie horror, to be precise (self-indulgent HC: he's a resident evil fan). -In a relationship, Mattheo encourages you to play games. He is your biggest cheerleader when he watches you play. 'You've got this, darling.' -He would be willing to play a cozy game with you, but somehow, it always devolves into chaos. You will probably quit inviting him for the sake of your Stardew Valley saves. -He often takes over when you game together, but more because he just likes to play for the two of you and not because he thinks you're bad! -Mattheo used to have a worse temper during gaming, but one stern look from you, the one and only time you witnessed him throw his controller, was enough to make him never do it again. -His happiest moments involve taking control when a horror game gets too spooky for you, allowing you to rest on him while he takes charge—a win-win situation. 'Don't worry, love. I'll protect you, just relax.' -He adores it when you nestle in and nap between his legs while he games. His tender side really comes out then, playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear between games and loading screens. -Thoroughly enjoys your attempts to trash-talk him, which usually turns into cheeky flirtations and most likely a quickie. -Mattheo is very fun to tease while gaming. Put your hands on him, and he'll have to insist to his friends that he was moaning over Theo's voice and not your hand on his- -Will not hesitate to mute his mic and fuck your face while he stays online. His large hand grips your hair into a ponytail as he roughly pumps your mouth with his cock, grunting and panting. 'fucking take my cock, you little slut; this is what you fucking asked for by playing with daddy like that.' -And if he doesn't take that route, be warned that if you tease him while he's playing, you better count on not being able to walk the next day.

[sleepingcup]

The farmer CAN SING?!

Game: Stardew Valley Characters: Abigail, Sam, Sebastian x Selectively Mute Farmer! Reader Genre: Fluff, Platonic to having crush (be well aware that it can be ooc, it is my first time doing a Stardew Valley x Reader)

Story: You were a faceless famous singer who has retired to work for Joja due to the lack of money, but ever since you moved to Palican Town you decided to be mute IN ORDER to recover, it unfortunately recovers nothing but hey at least you made friends!

But one day, you were minding your own business singing in your cozy cabin not realizing that your best friend was going to visit you.

Abigail

She didn't know that you can sing, beautifully at that. She continued to listen to you before you finished singing, and yet you were not prepared for what she was about to say.

"You really had a nice voice! You should join our band someday!"

"!!!"

You did panicked knowing that she NOW heard your voice, you did let everyone know that you are mute.

"But aren't you..."

"Mute? I get that...."

It got awkward at first and normally Abigail would be mad, but she wasn't.

In fact, learning the truth that she is the ONLY one who gets to hear your voice makes her happy, as a result she kept your secret and does listen to you on a daily basis.

Something about your voice did lure her to listen more of you from time to time, it gives Abigail catching feelings and hopefully one day she will get you to be hers.

Sam

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN SING?!"

"!!!"

"You should join our band!"

"..."

Well at least he was POLITE to listen through the WHOLE song before interrupting your recording. But then again Sam didn't realize that he DID listen to your voice since he just remembered that you are mute.

And yet, it makes him happy knowing the fact that you explained your situation to him.

Sam knew there was a connection between you and him.

From inspired to admiration to slowly falling in love with your mesmerizing voice that got him to embrace that he isn't the only one who love to make music too.

Heck, maybe one day Sam might be able to make you sing with him on the stage.

Sebastian

"...!!!!"

He was watching and listening to you singing the song, something about you make him feel like he wants to listen more of you.

He IS aware that you are selectively mute, but it doesn't mean he is annoyed at you. Sebastian finds your company nice and comfortable.

But to find you singing like that it makes him record so suddenly but, you did catch him. And yet you did see his blushing face and he tried to explain himself properly since he just wants to get away from his house. And yet he shyly asks you to sing a song to him to which...you shyly accepts.

Not only your silent company gives Sebastian at ease, but your voice lures him to listen more of you.

He kept you voice as a secret to himself, but he does want to hear your voice in public.

Secretly becomes your number one fan/smacked

Tho he can get concern that you might strain your voice, so he tried his best to find something that can soothe your voice.

Also I think he is the ONLY one who recognize your voice before actually meeting you, knowing the fact that he surfs the net all day.